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Jacinta's Story Ch. 02

By: sweetsslut



Answering calls, changing allocations, keeping notes in her computer client contact system, the day drones on for Vickie.

After eating a bowl of soup at her desk...she realizes she only has some paperwork and a few calls for the rest of the afternoon. She slips from behind her desk...closes her door most of the way... and clicks into alt.

Checks her messages...seeing nothing of interest... slips into the rooms...scanning...seeing who is in...slips into the Piss Party.....daringly tries to go into the back stall without anyone catching her. Bites her lip feeling the little rush of embarrassment as someone enters. 

She actually feels like she has been caught in the men's room, but most of the guys in here seem gay. None is interested in pinning her... in the room... maybe handcuffing her to a urinal to humiliate and torment her.

Slides from that room to ... tries the White Slaves room. Seems like no black men ever come in, except for the few regulars... that goof Roggie who her master gave her to... who couldn't stay in the room, kept dragging her from room to room... then thanked her for...for nothing really.

Then there is the crazy King II. 

He marches in from time to time, announcing "Ladies...ladies you know you are white trash and as women are inferior to men in every way. Is that not true?"

Usually he just aggravates everyone....even white women who might want to serve Him.

He says, "After I beat her up and fuck her, I take her shopping... because I love doing nice things for my bitch!"

Glances into the White Slaves room...feels her interest heighten... feels the little tingle... wonders if she will be enslaved. She has realized it is best to kneel and be very submissive in here...the black men she noticed, like that.

Sure enough, a black man in the room accosts her, takes her to another room where he makes her service him...orally. Black men seem to love a blond head in their crotch...on their cock. He uses her for a long time... wearing her out... her hand beneath her skirt...a nother pinching her nipple softly.

Feeling the soft warm feeling surging thru her...Without cumming, he takes her up the ass. She pictures the painful feeling of an erection in her anus. She remembers trying to work the dildos up her tight little anus, how painful it was, having to go get a smaller one to wiggle inside her. The Master's mocking of her about her being a tight ass.

Thinks how painful a huge black cock would truly be. Thinks about the cleaning afterward, recalling how she had cleaned the foul dildo real time in the ladies room of the office, her mouth cleaning the fecal smear. She shivers.

Vicki answers emails, while the cyber rape continues. She groans when the man passes her to another black man who has followed them, groaning at the torment... now having to serve another sexually aroused black man... probably in the same way.

Her nipples ache from pinching, her hole dripping and tired from the constant typing...worried about someone entering, from the torment of having to concentrate on work while being so exhaustively used, from her shoulders ache from typing, from having to keep up. Black men get angry if you are not attentive. She thinks how she hates cyber beatings. They seem so real.

Men don't realize how stressful a cyber blow job really is. Having to keep typing... come up with creative ways to suck them, to keep them pleased and aroused... with various images... how her lips suckle... her tongue bathes, the cock sliding thru her lips... her blond hair in their hands or flopping on their thighs or against their bellies.

The site of a blond whore between their thighs, kneeling submissive...enslaved... trying to describe the humiliation but also comfort of having a man's cock in your mouth. How you control him, please him, submit to him... make him feel strong... pleased. The fact that while you have the man's cock in your mouth... he actually wants you...desires you... yes... loves you. Even in cyber land.

The second man is wearing her out...he finally cums on her face... laughs at her. Exhausted in her office, she actually feels the humiliation of feeling cum dripping down her face. The humiliation of someone spraying you with something from their bodies, how degrading and humiliating.

The two black men in the room laugh at her and sharing their derisive view of her, a worthless white whore to them. She feels the shame of their derision and superiority.

Her face flushes in her office.

To her, this is the most real cyber... with two or three people in the room.... It seems so real. They toss barbs back and forth, discuss her as if she isn't human, as if she isn't there... discuss her traits, her performance, using her later.

One talks to her and says he wants to collar her. She types back that she has been collared before and is not looking to be enslaved by one master. 

"Ooh, that is too bad...you are a pretty good whore."

"I know," she types back.

Jacinta's Story Ch. 03



Vickie packs up tired from the day of dual whoring, financial advising, consultation and selling. She slips her purse and satchel bag over her shoulders slumps to the elevator blinking stretching her face, tired from the concentration on the computer.

Her imagination tired from the whoring, thinking of the black men wanting to collar her and enslave her. Sees the black maintenance men come out and wait for the elevator with her. She feels the heat in her face as their eyes check her out, although now her frame is covered in a long winter coat and a hat is pulled down over her head.

She shyly turns away, feeling the little ticking inside her, between her legs. She slips in as the elevator doors open. The black men pile in behind her. In the cramped elevator space she feels their presence inside her, almost as if they are giving off waves. She feels the strangeness of their bodies. She finds her body again heating too fast, the heat between her legs rising too fast.

She peeks at them, as they laugh and talk loudly. As she peeks, one glances at her, catching her eye, his eyes twinkling both devilishly and leering sexually.

She quickly drops her eyes, embarrassed feeling her deep blush.

"How you doin' honey?"

The other black man, even larger, turns, looks down. 

"Emmit, you done embarrassed the lady. Look at that blush."

She realizes she is trapped against the back of the elevator, the two men between her and the door. Her face burning, her body so hot she squirms. She turns away, unable to control her impulses and embarrassment, rocking from side to side, her discomfort painfully obvious. 

The two men laugh loudly, turning to look back at the clearly uncomfortable little white lady. She glances up at the numbers.....sees 3......2........1....Ding!

The door opens on the main floor. The two men step aside and turn to her, forcing her to walk between them to exit. 

Her face flushes again....a deep red. Her ears begin to ring.....for no reason in her head pops the vision of her cyber use...the two black men...talking about her as if she wasn't there as if she was an animal.

Head down, she rushes past them, feeling their looks burning thru her clothes. She hears a whisper....the two men laugh...then follow her to the building exit.

She hurries ....clicking quickly in her heeled boots, backing thru the turnstile doors, seeing that they have headed the other direction. She sighs heavily in relief, shakes her head, berating herself for her stupidity, her body tingling with arousal. She licks her lips nervously, steps out into the cold, the dark. 

Her mind wanders wildly, "What if they hadn't let her out?" 

What if: They pushed the button, taken her back up t o her floor, escorted her back to her office. They knew where she worked. 

The floor empty, locking her office door...bending her over her desk, after pulling her coat off, her jacket, her blouse, making her kneel between them holding a cock in both hands ... her mouth turning from one black cock to the other sucking, slurping slobbering...as she sucks...then bending her over the desk...taking her from behind, one after the other.

Jesus! 

She gasps aloud, turns around in the parking lot, unsure of where her car is. She blinks, takes a deep breath. My god girl, get your head together. Oh my god! Feels how wet she is. She shakes her head, ready to go home.

She beeps her car....the starter already running. She looks around the cold parking lot, exhales heavily, slips into the car, the cold seat.

The two black men pinned her between them and marched her to their car. They push her face down on the back seat, the larger one sitting on her. Pins her arms back behind her, pull her hat off ...grip her hair...arching her head painfully back.

"So you like big black cocks, do you missy"? 

Laughter.

She lets her face drop. Pushes her face into the seat, into the cold hard plastic, from side to side ... her face painfully scoured against the seat. 

"Well...we will find out won't we?" 

Laughter. 

"We have a place already for you." 

A towel is wrapped around her face muffling her... she can hardly breathe.

His weight crushes the air from her. The car bumps along...turns, twists, stops.

"Here we are little sister."

She hears doors open she is lifted. The air smells dirty. Strange voices...her wrists pinned behind her, the towel muffling and blinding her, her head twisting trying to hear, trying to see around the towel.

She feels a rope or something around her neck!! She is pulled along.

Ughh!! Sees she has almost driven through a red traffic light. Omigosh! She blinks, wipes her eyes. What is happening to me? Wooo...blows out a deep breath. Her insides hot as the 4th of July. 



Jacinta's Story Ch. 04



She pulled up in the drive way, the Christmas lights still up, blinking cheerfully. She always enjoyed how they cheered her up on the dark winter nights. She grunts as she unloads her bags from the car.

Trudging up the steps, she opens the door, the two black puppies bounding out joyfully, jumping on her bags, knocking them from her hands. She gives up laughing, kneels down and allows them to bound up, paws on her shoulders, licking her face

"Hello boys!! How are my boys? Oh my, are you happy to see mommy! Oh my, are you happy to see mommy! "

The two pups bounce up and down biting her hair, her ears, before running out into the dark to pee.

Smiling, she enters the house and hurriedly begins checking to see what is available to make for dinner. Sighs......has to take the dogs for their walk, and, it is so-o-o cold.

She checks on her husband...sees he is fine ...or, as fine as he gets.

She slips dinner into the oven... calls the boys for their walk... takes them in to the park at the end of the street... wanders down the path in the dark.

She stumbles blindly on her high heels in the cold, the rope pulling her along by the neck. A strong hand guides her neck...pushing her along...wriggles her bound arms behind her. Hears a squeaky heavy door open and she is pushed inside, and guided down stairs, tipping precariously. A strong hand holds her bound arms; otherwise the rope would tip her down the stairs on her head.

The towel is ripped from her head. 

"Ugghhhhh!!!"

She blinks and gasps for air. Can barely believe what she sees. A room full of black men, maybe...5, 6...7? She turns helpless...gulping, feeling the room spin dizzily. A bare light bulb dangles from a cord, providing the lighting. She looks up. She is in some kind of basement, bare beams passing over head.

"Well little sister, How do you like your new home?" one large black man asks, huge, the size of professional football player, his head smoothly shaved.

Her mouth...dry as a desert, she tries to answer, but only croaks. The men laugh loudly.

She turns still in her heels, in her heavy winter coat and hat, wrists behind her, bound. Hair pushed down over her eyes. She turns completely, terrified, each man's black face holding a huge white toothy grin.

One holds the rope around her neck...he gives it a playful tug.

"Okay little sister, a few ground rules here...You are our new toy... a little fucktoy , a little white fucktoy......"

The room echoes with the group's laughter.

"You are our slave...our white fuckmeat slave...and white fuckmeat slaves.....never stand in the presence of their masters!"

"..So down... bitch!"

He tugs the rope harshly, pulling her down to her knees. The men settle on couches, chairs. The white girl kneels...before the one holding the rope. The black man is handsome, but has a scruff of beard and an evil smile that both bewitches and terrifies her. He pulls the rope taut leaving her no choice but to shuffle forward on her knees ...scraping them on the cold hard concrete floor.

The group laughs loudly at her comic, awkward shuffling. The leader gathering the rope, pulling her to him, until she is about to bump into his knees, but he opens them and she is forced to knee shuffle between his thighs, her abdomen into his crotch.

She whimpers helplessly, the group giggling and chuckling. She gulps and tries to swallow, her mouth dry with terror.

The leader's hand cups her jaw. His strength radiates thru her body, feeling his strength.

"Well, well, let's take a look at our new...whore".

He takes her hat, pulls it off and tosses it away. 

"Won't be needing that no more." 

He laughs evilly. The group echoes his laughter.

Long sweeps of bangs fall over her eyes. She nervously shakes her head, to shake them from her face. 

"Mmm..." 

The leader smiles.

"I like that" 

He reaches out with his hand, messes her hair...back over her eyes.

She whimpers, lower lip trembling...shakes the hair back from her eyes again, almost defiantly. Faster than she can imagine, the hand slaps her viciously across the face.

The slap so hard, she sees stars and falls over against his inner thighs. His thigh straightens her back up, her ears ringing on her one side, her cheek numb.

"Little sister, you don't do anything from now on that I don't tell you to do. Got it? Little sister? And the correct way to answer me...is Master.....Master Emmitt...do you understand me?"

She nods numbly...tears leaking from her eyes. The hand swings quickly from the other side, backhanding her .......

"UHHHH!"

She tips the other way, her head snapping with the force of the blow.

"OH...ohhhh...hhhh!"

"Do you understand me ...fuckmeat?"

"Ohh...ohhhhh..." She nods her face numb, her vision split and blurry, and both ears ringing loudly.

"OH...ohhhh...hhhh."

She whimpers lifts her face, looks thru her hair at her new master. She wets her mouth as best she can.

"Y-y-y-y-yes.....m-m-master..."

The strong hand grips her hair, twisting her head cruelly to the side..."Don't make me hit you again...little sister. Do you understand?"

"Y-y-y-y-y-yes... m-m-master...m-m-master...Emmitt"

Loud laughter.

"Well, well, the little white meat can learn after all"

He laughs ...her head twisted and tilted in his hand. He playfully tilts her head one way, then the other. "So...I hear you like dark meat.....Do you?"

"Dark meat?...hhh?...uh-I...uh....I...."

Master Emmitt holds her head...in his hand, turning it ..."Well?"

"I uh-um-I-I..." 

SLAAAAAAAP!!!!

SLAAP>>>SLAAP... SLAAP!!

Master Emmitt cruelly slaps her face from one side to the other, backhand, palm, backhand, and palm. Her face helplessly slapped from side to side.

"Hhhhhooooohhh."

He takes his finger and slips it in between her lips. Moaning, she meekly parts her lips and lets him push the finger in.

"Suck it bitch."

Numbly, she obeys. Making soft suckling sounds as she submits to him, she suckles the finger. He begins pushing it in and out thru her lips.

"Mmmm.mm..mmmm...mmm."

"That's right bitch...suck it like it's a cock...a nice black cock."

"Of course, our cocks are bigger...much, much bigger. Aren't they boys?"

The room erupts in laughter. Cowering meekly on her knees in the middle of them, she can only helplessly suckle Master Emmitt's finger as her finger fucks her mouth.

"Umm...ummm...ummm."

"Hmm... nice mouth cunt...Your mouth wants to finger mouth fuck all of us doesn't it white meat?"

"Ummm...UMMMmmm!"

She nods eagerly.

She looks round in the dark....Realizes she has no idea where the dogs have gotten to. 

OH JEEZUS! 

She looks around frantically. BOYS!!!....BOYS!! Come!! Come!!

Omigod! What is getting into me?

She rubs her gloves over her face to bring herself back to reality.

She hears the tinkle of tags. She sees their bright red little blinkie lights approaching. They bounce up to her, jumping on her. She leans her face into them, hugging them as they bound joyfully around her.

Kneeling she pets the boys, rubbing her bare hands over their soft fur, their soft, black fur. She stares.



Jacinta's Story Ch. 05



Driving into work the next morning...thru the heavy traffic...blinking...trying to wake up. Thinking a little of her clients...business she is trying to complete... and if her perverted "play". It keeps her going...wound up, even if it sometimes distracts her from real work.

She struggles into the building and in the elevator, up to her floor...thru the electronic doors, and into her office. Drops her bags on chairs, floor and sits down to flip on the computer and log in.

Wades thru the early morning emails...stock market reports ...upcoming meetings. filing paperwork. Checks her contact system...sees who she has to call...trying to remember what projects she is working on. She works on for a few hours, feels herself tiring, and opens a new window. Looks around guiltily...logs on to alt.

Checks her mail on alt...smiles... checks to see who is in the gallery, then moves to see who is in the special interest group rooms. Checks the rooms...peeks into some...pauses at the Black Masters, white slaves room. Bites her lip...enters looking for the Black Men who had used her before.

Sees they aren't there ...but, decides to kneel... in the room recalling the positive reaction to the submissive posture of a white slave by the black men. She enters information, typing away....kneeling...mentioning her office attire, her professional blond coif.

She searches the members in the room... sees a BlackPimpDaddy...smiles... trying to remember...recalls the name. Wasn't this Roggie? She winces, trying to recall... jeesh.

She sees him approach her...grab her hair!?

Oh my.....!?!? He is so... strong, so... assertive... he doesn't seem like Roggie. He offers to collar her... collar her!!!?? 

Whhhaaa--?? Nooo way...but then... he threatens her.

"This is your one chance"

Huh??......

She dumbly mumbles an 'ok' to his collaring of her. Before she knows what has happened, she is collared and enslaved. This guy is serious, she thinks. She feels a strange vibration inside her as he talks to her. She plays along, waiting for his fantasy to end, but...hey this isn't Roggie at all, she realizes. This is a serious guy. She checks his profile...Cyprus!!....Cyprus??? He isn't an American black...mind reeling.

He takes her to a special room and uses her forcing her to whore for Him and whore for him and whore for him. She is slowly exhausted, worn down by the long usage, forced to gag on his cock. He doesn't wish to her to suck him. He wants her to take his cock down her throat. 

Usually she pretends this is impossible, and gags but, he is unrelenting, forcing her to gag...relax, forcing her to gag again. She becomes exhausted from his insistence, over and over. He begins beating her. She actually feels it... his domination... his strength. Decides she should take his cock down her throat... let him fuck her throat.

She can feel his cock in her throat, sliding in and out. She feels herself moistening. 

Jeeez...

Then he beats her ... again.... forcing her submission.

Jeez...... 

Feels her self wanting to please him...feels her self becoming a white slave....for him..

Feels her pussy becoming raw from his crop... forced to respond quickly ... unable to take a break ... he makes her say ...repeat what a stupid whore she is... all his rules... Christ, she can't remember them all... forgets one... beaten again... struggling even in her office...sweating to remember...

By the time He is done with her she is a limp, exhausted rag. She feels her self twitching in real time to his berating, his threats, his intimidation, his use. He wants to pierce her. Pierce her for rings!! Her nose!!!???! Feels her nose...Christ ...she would be like an African tribal woman...or her clit...uughhhhhhh!

Grunts to herself... pictures him... leading her by the ... clitoris...on a leash.

Jeezuz... 

She gulps...feeling her face heat. He sounds serious!! 

He has her so flustered, she actually feels like a slave. She can tell he really is black by his attitude. White men don't... think ... act like that.

She can just see him leading her into a restaurant in the city, all black, telling her she has to keep her eyes down... and act subservient, his slave, then maybe making her kneel on the floor next to his chair... the blacks pointing at the blonde whore, giggling. His hand petting her head... mashing down her hair over her eyes... feeding her from his hand like she is a dog.

Jeezus.....

A leash connected to her clitoris... him going to the men's room... taking her along... pulling the leash... black people pointing... smirking... tying the leash to the handle of a rack by the door... making her kneel... head bowed... men coming in and out...the white slave waiting by the door for her master... his tying the leash so tight she can't move.

...or taking her in the men's room....tying her by the leash to a urinal.... Then tying her wrists behind her... making her offer her mouth to men...

She gasps... shakes her head to clear it. She sees she has arrived home, from work. 



Jacinta's Story Ch. 06



Again...the slut finds herself impatient in traffic the next morning, eager to get to work, hurrying from the elevator, thru the electronic door, into her office. 

She hurries thru her routine... checking quickly in to the internet, hurrying to find her new "master" online. She finds Him, her face hot, nearly sweating. She scrambles through her papers to find the notes she had jotted down, trying to remember the rules He had given her, so she won't be beaten.

His tone as he greets her... She immediately cowers, even in her office, feeling her body low, her face down near the floor, kissing his boots.....licking them...cleaning them...

The day's humiliations, torments, mocking, the way he is able to make her feel stupid, powerless, confused.... She is not... that dumb...yet...he makes her feel that way. She fears it, struggles against it, yet, has to admit is drawn to it, craves it... needs it? 

Shakes her head, no... no, does not need it.

He wants to know about her personal life, about her marriage, about ...... meeting Him.

She cringes, knowing that this against her personal code. Knows the reasons she won't cross that line.

Then she comes in the office during His torments, His usage. Omigosh .........he is... sooooo different. He leaves her body limp, drained....needing his??

She leaves at night, feeling drained......beaten ...cowered... like a whore....like a slave.... 

No, there is no way she would meet him.....become a real time slave..... groans....has considered this before. Though she craves this submission as part of her experience, she could not handle it in real life, the pain, the submission, the slavery.

Cannot even picture real life slavery... Pictures her self in Cyprus....not sure what Cyprus is like, Greece maybe, like Zorba the Greek?

Crawling on the floor of his...room in the UN compound? She shakes her head, can't see it, her pussy beaten raw, him whipping her, where would he do that?

What would he do with her all day? Chain her to His bed? Beat her so she wouldn't leave the room? Would he take her out in public?

Pictures her self walking down a dusty dirt road to market...stiffly...aching, bruised, beaten walking behind him, barefoot maybe? Wrists behind her tied loosely by cord, a leash around her neck....no around her waist and thru her crotch.... People giggling at the cord emerging from her zipper of her slacks....no....from a long flowing skirt, through a hole??.

No...shakes her head again.... Can't picture it...

The phone rings in her office, she picks it up.

"Well BITCH...!" 

She stiffens, eyes widening. 

"How does your pussy feel, you little whore?"

The blond gulps, "It's, sore"

Laughter rings thru the phone line, "Well, isn't it supposed to be?"

She sits silent. 

"Well, isn't it whore?"

She gulps, "Y-y-yes-s-s Master."

The voice roars thru the phone, "I CAN'T HEAR YOU! What are you?"

She leans forward whispering into the phone, glancing at the door partly open. "I am a stupid blond whore, Master"

"AND? SPEAK UP WHORE!! I CANT HEAR YOU!!!"

She gulps, " I am a STUPID, blond Whore".

Laughter on the end of the line, "Is your door open?"

"Yes-s, Master"

He laughs harder, "GOOD! ............and, if I have to ask every question you are going to pay when you get home, bitch!" 

She speaks softly, whimpering "A whore's pussy is supposed to be red, and puffy and swollen Master"

He laughs "Good. So, what does the whore want when she comes home tonight...?"

She gulps, her body taut, squirming in her chair. She looks again at the door. "I want Master to beat His pussy again tonight. Master....please? Can I? Please?"

He laughs on the other end of the line, "Are you begging me? You little whore?"

She closes her eyes, exhaling, slumping dejectedly in surrender, "Yes Master, I am... begging you..."

"TO DO...WHAT?"

She gasps again, leaning over her desk in concentration, nervously twirling the end of her blond hair in her fingers. "I am begging Master to beat His whore's pussy tonight Master."

Laughter "You are such a horny little slut...DID YOU KNOW THAT?"

Her jaw tight, hardly able to swallow, "Yes................Master"

"SORRY??? I DIDN'T HEAR YOU ....WHAT???"

"Y-y-y-yes....Master.....I know that I am a horny little slut......"

She glances nervously up at the open door to her office, her body twisting in torment, thighs rubbing against each other. She moistens her lips with her tongue, blinking to clear her mind. Ringing begins in her ears.

"AND WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR DINNER TONITE, YOU LITTLE WHITE WHORE?"

She sags, swallows, "all I want is... to drink Masters protein..."

Laughter, "PERFECT!! But, don't you love Masters cock!!??"

"Yes... Master... I-I love Master's cock... I love... black cock....."

Evil laughter on the line, "Yes and I am having a few friends over tonight for the game," a long pause.

She collapses further into her chair, her face a picture of helpless surrender and submission. 

"Y-y-yes.....Master?" she asks, feeling goose bumps shooting up and down her spine...her face.

"So make sure you are hungry..." Laughter. "And what are you going to make for us? The boys will be hungry."

"I will pick up .......some chicken wings.....Master......and....coleslaw...and.....beer...."

"OH YOU ARE SUCH A GOOD WHORE," he laughs into the phone.

"HOW MUCH DO YOU THINK WE SHOULD CHARGE THE BOYS...?" he laughs. "You know? As a contribution for your boob job...?" 

He erupts in laughter....

"Ohhh...m-m-m-master... ohh, p-p-please...!" she begs.

"WELL ... YOU DECIDE. YOU ARE GOING TO HAVE TO ASK EACH ONE."

She cringes on the phone, her body hot, sweating, thinking of sucking the cum from each of his black friends, then having to ask for money.

"AND WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?"

She sags further. She hadn't thought of that. She self-consciously fingers her turtle neck shirt, hiding the collar and dog tag around her neck.

"WHY DON'T YOU GET SOME LONG DANGLING EAR RINGS THAT WILL DANGLE DOWN TO YOUR CHEST, AND, A LITTLE MAID OUTFIT. I DON'T WANT THE SKIRT LONGER THAN, WHAT, MAYBE 5-6 INCHES LONG? (laughter) "YOU WORK IT OUT, OKAY BITCH? CANYOU DO THAT? OH MY IT IS GETTING LATE. YOU HAD BETTER GET GOING DON'T YOU THINK?" 

She nods soundlessly into the phone.

"DAMMIT. IFYOU AREN'T HOME BY SIX, AND IF EVERYTHING ISN 'T READY BY 7, YOU ARE SLEEPING IN THE CAGE. YOU GOT IT, WHORE!!!!??"

She gulps....checking her watch, omigod!

"Y-y-y-yes...Master....."

"OKAY WHORE......and....?"

Rising from her chair... discombobulated... curling hair back behind an ear....wondering how she is going to do all this.

"???... Oh, yes... I love you...Master"

Laughter, "I know."

"Bye master." 

She sets the phone down, panicking. Barely able to think about the humiliation of the black men, she has to go shopping for food, and, get an outfit!!

She groans, "Ughhhhhhhh!!?"



Jacinta's Story Ch. 07



Disclaimer and Warning: For those of you who have followed jacinta's tale so far - be prepared for much more extreme and taboo use of her in this chapter. Those who may react to the scenes depicted herein are warned not to proceed. It is a choice you make to read on and see how far into the depths a girl can and will go

Chapter 7

She backs in the back door, arms full of grocery bags, the bags almost covering her eyes. Carefully, she sets the bags on the kitchen table, shakes her bangs back from her eyes... glancing up at the time... groans.

She hurries back to the car and unloads a case of heavy beer cans. She totes them up the steps into the kitchen, straining to find a place for it, then, clicks back out in her heels to the car, unloading several huge boxes of food. Again straining, she carries them up the steps into the kitchen. The huge pile of food fills the entire counter.

Slips from her winter coat, and hurries to hang it up. 

"IS That YOU WHORE??!!", the voice bellows from somewhere in the house.

She gulps ... clearing her throat..... "Y-y-yes-s....Master!!"

"My Whore is not going to GREET her MASTER???!!!!"

"Y-Y-Y-yes Master... I-I was just unloading... everything for tonight... Master"

"WELL, WHAT'S MORE IMPORTANT...YOUR MASTER, OR...TONITE?"   

"M-master...nothing is more important than.......than you Master...."

The slave drops to all fours and crawls from the kitchen into the living room, like a dog... in her dress clothes... head up searching for her Master. The little slave whimpers, unable to find him in the living room... crawling back to the bedroom, looks in... no master. The little blond slave whimpers again, clumping down the hall on all 4s, groans... smelling the bathroom. 

She crawls to the door... her nose finding it slightly ajar...."master?", she pushes it open with her forehead... the smell thick and nauseating. 

"My whore! Yes... come in... come whore... come!" He playfully slaps his bare thighs.

Pushing her nose in the door, she crawls....her head between his knees as he sits on the toilet, the stench sickening to the slave. 

"That's my girl... come girl... look at Master."

She looks up at the huge black man sitting on the toilet... completely naked.

"No-o-o, you stupid white whore!!" He slaps her open handed across her face. SL-L-LAP!!!!

Uhh! her head snaps...vision blurring... cheek burning , eyes watering..

"No... look at Master!!!!" he grabs hold of a chunk of her blond mop of hair....pulling her face over the toilet, into His crotch. His huge black cock erect, rubbing against her cheek...her nose... alongside her eyes. "NOOO .... This is all the Master you need isn't it whore???"

Master rubs her face humiliatingly into the erect black cock, just inches above the fetid stench down in the toilet bowl.

"Little dry isn't it whore?"

"Ugh... y-y-y-yes... master".

"WEL-L-L-L!? Don't you THINK YOU SHOULD MOISTEN IT UP?? BEFORE I RAM IT UP YOUR ASS?"  

"Uhhh...!" she tries to nod, "y-y-yes...Master..."

Quickly... his hands still strongly gripping her hair, she opens her mouth, trying to put the foul smell filling her nose and mouth out of her mind...and gulps... the head of his cock in her mouth, the interior filling with saliva.

"HHMMMMM"

Her head twists from side to side... her mouth awash in drool... letting it run out over her lips... down his cock... her face twisting again... always his hand in her hair... cupping the bowl of the back of her head, letting her know He is in control.

Her mouth slides down the shaft, drooling liberally. 

"HMMMMMM....."

His hand grips her hair tightly and pulls her face back. His huge black erection spittle and saliva dripping down the length of it like a dripping candle.

"Ah-h-h-h-h, YES..." He laughs evilly...then rubs her face against the cock....Her own saliva and spit smeared across her face...poking into her eyes, thru her lashes....then into her hair... his hand guiding her head... her head but a toy in his hand.

She squirms... at the feeling of her own saliva smeared into her eyes and on to her face, her smooth blond coif a silky towel for her Masters cock.

"OOOOOOoooooOOOOHHHHYYYSSSSsssss......"

"OKAY Whore.....DEEEEEEP".

With that his hand forces her head up....she has time but to gulp a breath of air...open her mouth wide.....and....loosen her jaw and throat...as His hand impales her mouth on His erection.....UHHHHHHHLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!

Eyes wide....as her whore head is pushed down onto his cock....the stiff erection jammed into her throat. She gags.....his muscular arms...forcing her mouth down... She flails for a moment, knows she will be beaten if her arms don't go behind her back. She crosses them behind her in submission, as her Masters strong hands force her face down. 

The cock head pushing in thru her throat, forcing it open. She can't believe she can even do this... recalls the torturous training, her vomiting and gagging......

"OOOOOooooOOOOOHH YESSSSSSSSSSS!!"

His hand gripping her head, the cock, enormous inside her throat, begins grinding in and out in short bursts, her eyes rolling around inside her head. Then an excited burst. Her head bobs quickly for a few moments, then a groan. His hands tighten in her hair... squeezing her head. Then...

The ejaculations of cum down her throat... Her spasms... with each one... His loud groans... Then He pulls her head off.

"AAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh"

Her hands behind her back...she is helpless and top heavy...her face falls wherever his hands fall, or push. This time she pitches forward, face first down on his thigh, slides off and down into the toilet ...until her chest halts the fall.

One eye staring at the mess down in the toilet...the smell.....

"OH, you hungry pig you...You want to eat the toilet out don't you... you little piggy?!"

He laughs evilly, rising ..." Well...o-o-okay piggy"

He turns , his ass cheeks facing her...pulling her self up on her knees.....she swallows hard......staring into his butt cheeks....wondering if he wiped....at all.....

"Clean me piggy"

"AND THOSE ARMS BETTER BE BEHIND YOUR BACK!"

she kneels up...gulping...forcing her...nose between the cheeks....working it deeper...the smell....... Twisting her face back ...her nose sliding up her mouth working up to his anal rim. Drooling...pushing the drool with her tongue ...pushing her tongue out against the rim...softening it...pushing her tongue up thru the dried crusted sphincter... flakes of......fecal matter falling into her mouth.

"Mm-m-m, m-m-m-m...m-M-M-m-m-m." Unable to prevent herself from moaning and groaning as she forces her tongue up inside Him, her lips suckling the scabs of dried poop from the rim, her tongue curling inside... still feeling soft smears of goo.

"UHHH...!"

"OOOOOhhhhhhhhyyessssss...." He moans...

"Deeper, Piggy!!!"

She groans....straining to reach deeper with her tongue.

"UHHHH!!..UhhhHHHH!"

He pulls his ass from the whores face.... With a heavy contented sigh ... he turns looks down at the white blond slut kneeling on the bathroom tile beneath Him..

"What a disgusting PIG YOU ARE!! LOOK AT YOU!! You are a shit eating PIG!!"

She cowers, her face burning in shame... huddles face down on her knees...

"CLEAN YOUR FACE RIGHT NOW!! YOU WHITE TRASH SLUT YOU....."

She flinches at his yells...unsure of what to do....

"RIGHT there you PIG!!" He bends hand cupping the back of her head and pushes it down into the toilet...

Her face hits with a splash. She gasps and pulls her face back out...quickly. 

"NO you PIG...wash it in there!!"

She whimpers her face dripping... She blinks...the foul water dripping from her face. Gasping....the water running into her mouth... 

"NOW"

"Uh-h-h..." she groans... takes a breath....and swizzles it from side to side... down in the brown disgusting bowl.

As she pulls her face out, she hears clicks....feels the water run from her face....

Wiping her eyes clear... she sees Him holding the camera... an evil grin on His face.

"NOW clean your face up whore.....and show me what you are wearing tonight". 



Jacinta's Story Ch. 08



She whimpers, frantically running her face under the shower, opening her mouth catching water, spitting it out. The foul taste has seeped into her being. She cannot clear it from her nostrils, her sinuses, her mouth, her tongue. She dips her head, her hair down under the showerhead. 

"Thank god for this short hair," she thinks. 

She shampoos it out quickly. She towels it dry, knowing she is way behind time in preparations and she still has to model her outfit for Master.

She steps from the shower, pulling the bags with her maid outfit up, setting it on the counter top. She pulls it out, examines it, and shivers, knowing how she will be exposed, hoping Master is happy with it, and her earrings.

She pulls the maid "dress" over her head. Feels her nipple rings catch. She groans, grimaces, and wiggles them free. Straightening out the maid outfit, she shakes her wet locks out and looks in the mirror. The black shiny latex outfit covers her shoulders and cover a tiny bit of her arm to mid-bicep with an elastic band and a floozy end. 

The skirt portion barely reaches her thigh. She winces at the flared skirt hem. The tiny white apron snuggles her waist. And she turns, trying to adjust the lace opening down the middle of the "dress". The white chest of the outfit makes her look almost penguin like with the white apron dangling from her waist.

She loosens the lacing that rises from her waist to the low cut top. She turns, seeing how open her breasts are. She bites her lip, and applies her whore red lipstick. Opening the earring case, she lifts the long dangling turquoise beaded earrings, and hooks one into her ear. Five turquoise beads dangle almost 5 inches from gold chains. They don't quite reach her breast as Master ordered but were the longest she could find.

She hooks the other into her ear and turns her head, feeling them dangle, far below her short tapered blond hair. They don't really match the outfit but, thinks that Master will be pleased with their "whorishness".

She slips on her whore red heels and hurries out to show Master.

She steps out into the living room where Master is reclining on His Chair.....She stops just after entering, waiting for his attention. He slowly lowers the book he is reading. His stern black face, emotionless, studies His whore.

Slowly a smile creeps on to His face. "Come here whore".

She obeys... clicking to Him on her heels. "TURN whore".

She turns slowly, her back to Him, then, completes her circle, now facing Him. He smiles. Sliding his hand under the maid "dress", his hand slides between the whore's thighs.

"O-o-oh," she shudders. 

His warm black hand sliding thru her crotch, gently rubbing and massaging her sensitive red and swollen pussy lips. She flinches, wincing, rising on her toes, his fingers toying with her aching puffy flesh.

"Ooooh....Ooooh!"

"TURN," he orders. 

She spins, facing away from Him. His hands caress her buttocks, barely, if at all concealed by the maid skirt. He cups her butt cheeks, his fingers playing in her crack.

"H-m-m-m-m... You barely have any bruises ...whore. We can't have my guests thinking that you are ... a little princess....can we?"

"O-o-oh," she gulps, unable to conceal her gasp. "B-b-but, M-m-aster, I have to begin preparing the f-f-f-food..."

He smiles. "Well....that isn't my fault, is it? You should have gotten home earlier. Or, are you saying it is MY fault?"

"N-n-no-o-o-o Master, it is not your fault. It is the fault of the stupid blond white whore." Her head hangs.

He clucks...shaking His head sadly. 

"I try. I try. Your Master is working, s-o-o-o hard to try and help the little white slut, but..." he continues shaking His head, "are you ever, ever, ever going to learn? Your Master is getting tired... and His patience is being tried sorely by ... a certain stupid blond whore."

"TURN AROUND"

She turns to face Him. His hand slides between her thighs, cupping the inside of her thigh and rubbing the smooth skin gently, one finger caressing her now dampening sore, puffy lips.

"So...my little stupid whore. What do we need to do before...my guests arrive to ... prepare the whore...?" He looks up, his hand caressing her. "Well?"

Her wrists crossed behind her, she shudders, from the pain of her sensitive pussy and the simultaneous arousal and submission. She shivers...trying to think and talk and respond while He torments her. She blinks trying to concentrate.

"The stupid... whore... n-n-needs... t-t-to b-b-be... b-b-beaten...Master..."

"Oh, really?" He smiles evilly. "Are you...begging Master?"

"Y-y-y-yes...Master...p-p-p-please? P-p-please...b-b-beat your ... whore...?"

"You are BEGGING..."

She nods..."Yes...Master...I am...begging Master to...beat His whore... and h-h-her...pp--pussy too..."

His finger slides inside her now wet pussy, fingering her. Her body twitching, fidgeting, unable to control her arousal, she moans.

"Well...let's go then. We don't have time to waste, whore."

He grabs the leash dangling from the side of his chair, "Kneel, whore."

She kneels and He clips the leash around her collar...rises..."Heel bitch."

And walks toward the basement door...the little blond slut crawling behind, pulled on the leash.

She pauses at the stairs, seeing He is not slowing down. She gulps, whimpers, but He just pulls the leash. She begins descending the hard wooden stairs, bumping and bruising her knees at each step.

"HURRY, BITCH!!"

"O-Oh-h-h...!" She slides down the last few steps, bumping and bruising her knees. "Ow, Ow-w-w...o-o-oh..." 

Still he drags her along. 

"Get Up Bitch"

She rises...wincing from the bruises on her knees and shins. He lifts her throat by her collar and, with a hand between her legs, lifts her in the air and hooks her by her collar ring to the hook on the post. 

"UH-H...Uh-h-h-h-h..." her neck lifted awkwardly. Her body stretched...to her tippy toes.

She grunts and moans.

"Oh yes.......strip..." he lifts her up again...and drops her to her feet...where she wiggles. Loose from the maid outfit, pulling it over her head. He takes it from her, hangs it from a hook and in one motion, and lifts her back up, dangling from her neck.

"Give me your hands..." She stretches her hand s out in front of her... around the pole, and he quickly loops a tie around them.....pulls them taut and hooks her arms in front of her.

He circles her, enjoying the sight of the dangling slut.

"Well..." touching her thighs....then the backs....sliding his hand over eh smooth mounds of her ass... and then up her....back...Hmmm...."

"HOW SHALL WE make you pretty for the party...whore....Hmmm?"

She listens as he walks to his work bench, hears him moving things around, and hears him walk to her.

"Spread," he orders.

He fits a wedge between her feet, forcing her feet wider. She gulps as it lowers her, making her dangle from the hook by the neck....

She flinches, moaning, her legs twitching. "So you think you need some....striping ...whore??"

"H-h-h...y-y-y-yes...M-m-m-aster...p-p-p-please?"

"Hmmm... well, help me count .....Okay whore? Will that please you?"

"O-o-o-o-h... y-yes...Master..."

"First though... kiss your friend the... crop..." 

He pushes it up between her lips...and even struggling as she is, she purses her lips... kisses it. He rubs it back and forth through her lips.

"O-o-okay..." 

He steps back.

"First ...this thigh, and... help me count..." 

He raises the crop, and brings it down viciously over the front of her exposed thigh. 

Cra-a-ack!

"O-O-O-O-O-OW-W...O-O-OH-H-H-H!"

"O-o-oh... o-o-oh," she loses her balance, her leg crumpling. The collar choking her.

"O-o-oh...oh-h-h-h...o-o-one..."

He raises the crop again....and again brings it down...CRRRRAAACK!!!

"OHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

She staggers again....dangling... choking, by her collar, "T-t-t-two-o! Oh-h-h! Oh-h-h-h". 

He walks around her...as she struggles, arms bound in front of her around the pole, her feet slipping off the sides of the wedge, on her tiptoes, desperately trying to keep the weight off her neck.



Jacinta's Story Ch. 09



He walks to the other side.....adjusts his position.....raises the crop...brings it down viciously on the bare flesh of her thigh.

"OWWWW!!!!"

She grimaces, her neck held up to the pole, hooked thru the rings on her dog collar. Her thigh ripped by a searing pain.

"Uhhh! Oooohhh! One!"

He brings the crop down again. A swish-h-h-h-h-h... then crack!!

"OHHHHhhhhh"

"Two..."

Her feet slipping down the wedge, barely able to reach her tip toes. She desperately struggles to keep her feet. Her thighs seared with pain from the blows. Moaning, but unable to move or get any balance, her arms bound out in front and around the pole. 

She gasps. She can't see Him. Then...CRAAAAACKK!! 

"OOOHHHHH!!" 

A ripping pain on the back of her thighs...CRAAAAAACCK!

"AAAAAAAAIIIEEEEEEE...!" she screams.

"OOohhhhh, ga-a-aw-w-wd!" She dangles by the collar as her leg gives way under the pain.

"OOo...Oohhhhh...one...two," she is barely able to keep count, her mouth dry from the pain and the fear.

She can only moan, slivers of pain shooting thru her thighs from both sides...feet slipping off her tiptoes dangling by the neck.

CRAAAAAACCKK!! 

"OOOOHHHH!!! One........oooohh" CRAAAAACK!!! "OOOOOHHHh........two"

She dangles moaning...feeling Masters hands cupping her smooth ass cheeks.

"I think we need something else for the rest...don't you whore?"

"Uh? Uh-h...oh-h-h-h yes-s! Uh-h-h y-yes-s-s m-master..."

Hears his footsteps clump across the basement floor....just now she becomes aware of the turquoise bead earrings dangling from her ears..... She groans.....hearing him snap.....a whip.... She groans..

"Uhhh! UHHHhhh!!" She tries twisting her head to see......now aware of the earrings swinging...swaying from her ears....

"I definitely need practice with this...don't you think whore?" She hears a swish .....and then a sharp crack in the air beside her. She flinches...."UH!!"

She tenses...stiffly....trembling in fear.....hears the swish........CRAAAAAACK!!!

"OOOOWOOOOoooooo!!" The bullwhip rips across her back. The pain is incredible. Her body snaps....and dangles by her neck.

"My, my... I thought I had lost my touch, but... I seem to still have it!" Master laughs evilly.

She blinks back to consciousness.....only to hear the swish-h-h-h....and...CRAAAACKKK!!! 

"AAAAIIIEEEE!! Oohhhh," she screams again.

Her body snaps....at the pain, the lash snapping across her soft buttocks, the little blond body swaying, dangling.

"Whoa... I missed that one!" He laughs... "Can't count that one. It supposed to be on your back!!"

Another swi-i-ish-h-h... and...CRAAAAAACKKK!!!

"OOH-H-H-h-h!! OOOHH-h-h-h! F-f-fuuu---------!!!"

She snaps... her body contorted in pain.... She can feel the two welts across her back, already swelling... bruising... "O-o-o-o-oh-h! O-O-O-oh-h-h-h-h."

"I can't remember...was that...two? Someone stopped... counting..."

"O-o-oh...o-o-oh-h..." her body huddled, shivering in pain....she nods... "Y-y-yes-s-s... Master."

"Well... I can't remember... going to have to start over..." Swi-i-ish...CRAAAACKK!!!

"OOOOOHHHH!!! OHHHHH! GAW-W-WD!!!!!!!"

"OHhhh! Ohhhhhhh.!" Dangling, moaning, "One.....oh.ohhhh...ohhhh"

Swiiiiiish....CRAAAAACK!!

"OHHHHHHHFUUUUGGGG!! OOOHHHHHH! OOHHH!! Ohhhgawd!!! Ohhhhhgawwwwddd!!! T-t-two..."

Her dangling body...tense...in agony, arms drop...then her body lifted...unhooked...head held by the hair, dragged a short distance, dropped on its back, on to a table...on to the welts, grimacing and groaning ...barely aware that her legs are being strapped...spread. 

She looks up and sees her Master standing between her open thighs again with the crop... "One last thing......."

He leans forward and with a series of swift slaps, beats her pussy until it is burning.

"Okay whore...enough resting..." She feels her face slapped, her body lifted. Her ass slapped. "Let's go....up the stairs, get ready..."

She feels the maid dress pulled down over her head, her neck pulled by the leash, somehow she ascends the stairs. 

"Okay whore, get everything ready. And a special treat for you tonight." She stares at him. "You can start ...on your feet." He smirks.



Jacinta's Story Ch. 10



She stumbles woozily in to the kitchen from her whipping and beating, her whore's body burning and stinging. Holding on to the counter top to keep from collapsing, she surveys the food she has bought. She begins to hurry about, clicking in her whorish high heels and her whore maid serving outfit.

The earrings, swaying and clinking from her ears, bounce off her shoulders, as she stoops and bends to prepare the food. Her pussy, red and sore from the beating, burns and chafes with each hurried step.

She slides trays of food into oven for warming, and fills bowls and dishes with snacks. The slut makes sure the beer is chilled and ready in the refrigerator and additional beer in coolers outside on the deck.

"Ohhhhhh Whorrrrrrrrrrre!!.... Whorrrrrrrrre!!" She looks up, hearing Masters call.

She wipes her hand on her whore maid's apron, and hurries out into the main room.

"Yy-y-yes M-master?" she says, looking at him, then, lowering her eyes.

"Is everything ready whore?"

She nods..."Y-yes...Master," she pats her wet palms on the apron nervously, "I think so."

"Good whore...it had better be. Now, come here..." 

She looks up, sees His evil smile, shakes her hair back, the earrings clinking noisily below her ears.

"Yes Master."

She approaches, apprehensively, unsure of what might be coming.

"Kneel, bitch."

She quickly kneels, the open cuts on her knees chaffed by the carpeting.

He smiles at her. "Well, almost already. We want the boys to know who you are....don't we?"

She feels her face burn.....nods..." y-y-yes Master"

"Okay then, whore..." he laughs. "Lean in then bitch."

His hand cups the hair on the back of her neck...pulling her head forward. A huge black magic marker in His hand, He begins writing on her forehead. By His evil grin...the whore can only imagine what He is writing. Then, the marker on her cheek, His hand twisting her by the chin, writing on both sides.

He leans back...laughs... "Go look whore."

Her face softening... in dismay, she rises, and steps to the mirror in the hallway. Across her forehead, she sees "Daddy's Whore" written, and "Black ~ Cock hole" written on either cheek...with an arrow on each side pointing to her mouth.

Her moan is cut short by a snap of His fingers... "Come...heel, bitch."

Cowering, she hurries back to His chair and kneels. 

"Kneel up, sit pretty bitch!!"

She straightens, her arms behind her back. He leans forward... brows furrowed in concentration... begins writing on her chest ... above her breasts... above the low cut maid outfit. Then, He begins chuckling...

"Go look."

He leans back...her face...melting...nearly into tears, afraid to look. She steps to the hall mirror and sees arrows pointing down into her breasts. Above the arrow "Tiny white whore tits" is scrawled, then, a space, then, "Ask whore how you can help."

She groans, lifting her arms protectively, but...unable to cover the humiliating words. She hears masters fingers snap again. 

"Bitch ...heel!"

She returns to Him, kneeling. He grabs her hair dragging her across His lap, her head down over the other side... ass bare up on His lap. His hands fondle the bruised , welted, skin of her butt cheeks, making her flinch at their tenderness.

She moans, feeling the magic marker at work again on her backside. She grimaces, trying to stifle her moans. She feels a pair of long strokes of the pen on her ass, then "Roll over bitch".

"HH..hh.HHH..." wincing at the pain...she tries to roll over on his lap... glancing up at Him as she lay face up. Once again she sees His concentration....writing on the front of her thighs... She shivers in utter despair and humiliation.

He leans back...smiles...so proud of himself. Just then the doorbell rings. She jerks with a start, half rolling over, looking at the door.

"Well whore...go answer it!!"

She turns her face to him in a panic, realizing what it says on her face, her chest...and god knows what on her ass and thighs. Whimpering, she hops to her feet. She hurries in her heels to the door. She pulls it open, gulps and stares at the huge fat black man staring wide-eyed at her.

"WELL, ....WELL!!" His stare turns to a wide smile, then a laugh" Well, well, well!! Lookee wha-we have here!!"

"Marcus...!! Look at this!!"

A tall skinny black man steps around the heavy one, his jaw dropping as he stares at the white blond whore in the doorway. The blond slut shrinks in embarrassment. The other black man's face changes from astonishment to hilarity, the same as the first.

"Well, Daddy wasn't jokin' wazzee?"

"WELL BITCH. ARE YOU GOING TO INVITE THEM IN?"

She gasps....pushing the door open and stuttering... "ppp-please come...in..."

Smiling, Marcus and Jordan (the heavy one) push their way in the door, staring at the white whore as they pass. 

"Hey, Big Daddy!!" The men exchange loud greetings, and handslaps, ignoring the tiny blonde behind them.

She stands as taught... wrists behind her, chest thrust out chin up...eyes down. Face burning in humiliation. And then all three turn facing her.

"An daddy...you weren't only a kiddin'!!! You dun brought us a white ho!!" Loud laughter.

"Not just that ... a trained white whore..." Master laughs, "get them a beer whore...then greet them properly"

She gulps.....nodding...hurries out to the fridge, pulling out two beers, and one for Master. She nervously uncaps them, hurrying out. They are already seated, so she bends to hand Master a beer, sitting on the table at his side, then bending to hand one to Marcus, hearing the laughter emit from Jordan as she bends. Blushing, she recalls master's markings...unsure of what he wrote on her thighs.

As she approaches Jordan with his beer, his eyes light into hers... 

"Please do..." he smiles a huge white toothed smile up at her. She freezes, unsure of what he means, then she hears Marcus gagging on his beer behind her. She turns quickly. 

She looks down at her thighs. "Ask whore to see Red Puffy Pussy". She darts a glance at Master, His smile, wide, evil.

"Uh-h-h... " she groans, pulling hair back from an eye, forces a smile.....sidles up to Jordan's chair and spreads her legs wide standing alongside his chair.

He twists in his chair, lifting the maid apron and skirt slightly, his fingers between her legs... feeling her aching, sore, puffy pussy lips.

"O-O-O-O-E-E-E!!" Jordan laughs...looking up at her, his fingers rubbing her slit briskly, causing her to rise on her toes and gasp. "My oh my, you are a ho!! Marcus, you gonna have to see this...!! Go show Marcus Ho!!"

She crosses obediently to Marcus...chancing a glance at Master, a smug, pleased smile spreading across His face.

She stands next to Marcus. His concentrated face peering under her apron and skirt. His eyes widen and he brings his hand up, his fingers begin rubbing the redness.

"Ooh....Ohh..."

He looks up hearing her moans. He smiles..."Well, well."

"Bitch!! Greet them...properly!!!"

She gulps....presses her lips tight together....kneels before Marcus, bows down kisses his boots.

"YOU STUPID BITCH!!!!"

Master roars, erupting from his chair...across the room and plants a kick into the whore's ribs...then another into her ass ... and another. 



Jacinta's Story Ch. 11



"Uh-h! Uh-h!" her body shudders with each thudding kick.

"You stupid, fucking whore. You only kiss the feet of your master!"   

He grasps the stunned blond whore by the hair, lifting her face and viciously back handing her across the cheek. W-W-W-WAAACK!! He then catches her open palmed, with a return blow. SLLLLLAAAAPP!!

He throws her to the floor, where she lands with a thud, in a heap. The two guests stare wide-eyed at the beating. 

"Now...greet them properly ... bitch!" 

He kicks the prostrate blond again.

Groaning, whimpering meekly, the whore struggles to pull herself off the floor, shuffles on her knees to Marcus, tears streaming down her face. Eyes down, she shuffles between Marcus' thighs as he sits.

"May this whore greet you properly sir?"

Marcus looks wide-eyed across at Jordan, up at Daddy.

"Uhh...sure...please." 

The blond nods...kneels up, slides fingers to Marcus' slacks, undoes his belt, his button , pulls down his zipper. Marcus' slender soft black cock falls out. 

Eyes still down, she asks softly, "This white whore loves black cock sir, may it please taste yours?"

His eyes wide, mouth open, Marcus mumbles, "Uhh-um....sure...um...yeah...please, bitch."

Nodding, the blond bends down, wrists behind her back to make it more difficult, head twisted, like a bird, gobbles Marcus' cock, twisting and turning her mouth and head to swallow him.

"H-h-m-m... h-h-h-m-m.... h-h-m-m-m-m," she groans, her soft warm mouth suckling Marcus.

He leans back in his chair stiffening, "Oh-h-h-h...Christ! OHHhhh... fu-u-u... O-O-O-oh-h-h...fuck!" 

He reaches out, cups the whores blond head, fingers entwining in her carefully coiffed hairdo, and pulls her mouth down on him.

"O-o-O-O -O-O-o-o-o-o- oh-h-h-h-h-h—h-h f-f-f-f-f-fuck."

His hand gripping her hair tightly, he begins pumping her face on his cock, her jaw and mouth loose and slack to allow the quick movements, the cock sluicing thru her soft red lips, the cock quickly thick and swollen in the whore's mouth.

He yanks her head off him, gasping, looking around the room, his chest heaving, mouth open, gasping air. Her head dangling, by his hands, she softly speaks. 

"Please sir... may this whore have your cum? Please sir? The whore needs to be fed."

"O-oh-h-h yeah..." Marcus pumps her head back down on him...with both hands pumping her face on his cock.

"Uh-l-l-p... uh-l-l-l-p... uh-h-l-l-p... uh-l-l-l-p... uh-h-l-l-p... uh-h-l-l-p... uh-h-l-p."

"OOOOOoooohhhhhhhhh fffffffuuuuucuccckkkkkk!!!"

Marcus leans back groaning, his body stiffens, back arching, hand barely able to keep a grip in the blond mop of hair, and then, he spasms, shooting his cum into the whores mouth.

"Uhhllllpppbbbbllllll," she rocks back on her haunches, her cheeks puffy with Marcus' cum. 

"Ulllppp," she swallows the mouthful.

She swallows again.

Then, she kneels up, eyes down and softly says "Thank you, sir, for your feeding. The whore loves black cum." 

She leans forward placing his cock back in his slacks and zipping him back up. His head still lolled back ward in delirious pleasure.

Pushing her hair back, she swings her gaze around the room, the leering Jordan, immense, fat, staring at her. 

"D-don't I get greeted too!!?!?!" he babbles, bouncing goofily in his chair.

"Oh yes! He gets greeted also. Doesn't he bitch?"

The blond nods, then, crawls on all 4s to Jordan, until her blond mop is between his legs.

"May this whore greet you properly, sir? This whore loves black cock."

"OH-H... yeah. You fucking whore......suck maah cock you lil' bitch'n hurry up too!"

She nods, kneeling up, fumbling with his zipper and slacks, his immense fatness making it difficult. Finally, she succeeds in freeing his slacks, tugs them down and pulls out his stiff erection.

She lowers her head, but, as she does, his excited hand grips her hair and pushes her mouth down on him. Holding her face in his crotch with both hands, his cock pushing into her cheek in his wild excitement, he thrusts it wildly inside her mouth.

"ULp... ULP... uLLLP... ULllp... Ulllp," her head bobbed into his crotch by his strong arms.

In his excitement and fatness, he stuffs her face into his crotch, trapping and suffocating her. Her arms behind her back and outweighed hugely, she is powerless to do anything more than be bobbed around, the short fat cock slobbering in and out of her mouth, thrusting into her cheek inside her mouth, thru her lips and out, up in to her eye, across her nose, back thru her lips, and so on.

The long earrings drag across his thighs, driving him further into madness. And then without warning, she feels warm gooey spurts in her eyes, her nose, her cheek, across her upper lip. She hears his groans.

He pauses, his excitement spent. She kneels up, cum dripping down her face. Blinking, she licks the cum from her upper lip. She reaches up, cleaning the dripping cum from her eyes, scoops it into her mouth. She does the same with her whole face, cleaning with her fingers and scooping the cum into her mouth.

When finished, she lowers her eyes. "Thank you sir for your cum. The whore loves black cum."

"Oooh..thank you bitch... ohh... man..... Daddy.... fuck! This is some whore!"

She kneels up...the door bell rings.



Jacinta's Story Ch. 12



She turns her head toward the door...eyes meeting Masters. He nods toward the door, his face a mixture of sternness and evil pleasure. She nods, rising from her knees.

She tosses her hair back, opens the door, her jaw tightens at the sight of 4 more black men of various sizes. She gulps...pulls the door open.

"Please, please come in."

The men squeeze thru the door past her, staring down at her maid outfit, the writing on her face and breasts. She tries to meet their eyes, but they look thru her, all over her like she is a dog...or a piece of meat to eat. She can't control her jaw clenching in embarrassment, her face heating...assuming she is blushing deeply.

The roar of voices, loud, raucous, fill the house, as the men greet in the main room. Tiny ignored in her maid outfit, the whore stands shyly at the entrance until eyes begin turning to her and she hears "whore" , "blond slut", "white pussy", "cocksucker"....mixed into the unintelligible babble.

Then Master's voice roars "Whore!!!!"

"Y-y-yes, Master?" 

She nervously pushes thru the crowd to where he is standing. 

"Boys...I would like to introduce my whore Sweet ....to you..." 

He pulls her to him, his arms around her neck, one hand cupping her breast inside the maid outfit, the other playing with her blond hair.

"Tell them what...you know Sweet."

She swallows, wrapped in his arms, all the black faces staring at her.

"I love Black Cock. Black Cock is...everything. All I want to do is please Black Cock. A white whore is nothing and black Cock is everything. My only purpose is to please and serve Black Cocks. Black Cocks are everything. I love Black cock."

She hears ...gasps...then laughter...then evil chuckling as she speaks her lines...feeling Master's hands squeeze...and control her as she fights thru her lines. Then the group of men cheer and clap... she hears the same words again as they babble with each other "whore", "cunt", "cocksucker", 'white cunt", "blond bitch".

Masters arms and hands tighten around her, "...and...?"

She gulps, "...and...I am here to, to please you tonight. I am Pimp Daddy's white whore. These are...black...cock holes..."

She pauses...opening her mouth wide, lifting her skirt....showing her bruised, red and raw pussy, and turning and showing her ass to them ... 

"...for your ...pleasure."

She feels masters finger tracing thru her outfit on her nipple ring and his other hand gripping and releasing a wad of her blond hair...on the back of her neck.

"I love b-black...cum" she stammers, "p-please fill me whenever you are...able."

She feels His hand relax on her hair. 

"May I take your jackets? I will then begin serving your drinks."

Only one or two of them have jackets, which are piled up on her arms. Then her hair is patted and mussed, covering her eyes. She carries them to the hallway, hangs them in the closet.

She hears "BEER!!!" called out. Hurriedly she clicks back thru the main room, hurrying in her heels.

"BEER! BEER!!" 

She frantically counts the hands raised, and hurries out to the kitchen, hurriedly opening beer bottles...5, 6...she counts in her head...7?

She looks around , trying to figure out how to carry so many...sees the tray...piles them on and turns like a waitress...hurrying back out, forcing a smile as she goes to the first man and holds out a beer. He takes it, smiling up at her. She smiles back...then feels the hand between her ass cheeks. She stiffens, gasping. 

"O-o-oh!?" 

Her eyes widen, carefully trying to balance the tray of bottles while the finger slides between her legs...over her raw, red crotch, while the thumb probes her anal rim.

"O-o-o-o-oh!"

She struggles to maintain composure.

"M-M-m-m, nice..."

The seated man holds up his beer, laughs loudly to the others watching.

Her eyes roll....as his hand plays between her legs. He withdraws his hand and pats her ass cheek. Released she walks to the next man, hands him a beer...his other hand blocks her path....he lifts her maid skirt...looking up at her "may I see your red puffy pussy?"

"H-h-h..."she squirms, nodding. 

He leans in...examining her wounds.

"M-m-m-m...that looks sore." 

He lifts the ice cold beer to her red swollen pussy lips, and sets the frigid, frosty glass against her raw flesh. 

She gasps, inhaling deeply and rising on her toes.

She squirms, struggling to hold the beer tray.

"Oh...O-o-h-h-h!" she cries out, as he rubs the ice cold bottle against her. 

He then turns to the room, laughing loudly.

Her eyes rolling around in her head, she heads to the next man, her eyes moist, soft pleading with his. He simply says thank you as he takes a beer, and she passes on a beer to the smiling Master. When she gets to the last man, he looks up. 

"Show me that red pussy whore."

She gulps, lifts her skirt, tray at her side, turning her head to the side. His fingers begin tracing the edge of her labia, around and around. He plunges his finger inside her. Her eyes pop open wide, she gasps, her hips wriggling. His finger pumps her until her hips begin to move and she begins moaning.

"WHORE...! What are you doing!!!?? We need food!! Stop being such a selfish fucking cunt!!"

She groans helplessly, turning, to Master, the finger still pumping inside her. 

"The fucking bitch is always thinking of herself!"

She gasps...unsure of what to do, she looks down at the man fingering her, eyes pleading. He goes on a bit longer to torment her, knowing she is eager to be on her chores. He slowly withdraws the finger and holds it up to her lips. She gulps, her face hot, lips dry, her mouth dry as sandpaper. She shakes her blond bangs back, then bends...taking his finger in her lips and suckles it clean of her own cunt juices.

"Mm...m-m-m-m...m-m-m," the man purrs.

Having sucked him clean, she pulls her mouth off his finger, turns, and hurries out to the kitchen, having gotten a preview of what the evening will hold for her. She hears the laughing, the words..."lips", "mouth", "pussy", "white whore".

With little time to recover, she hurriedly pulls the chicken wings out of the oven, piles them into individual bowls and hurriedly clicks back out into the room. Placing the bowls at the different serving spots she has prepared. As she moves, hands massage her thighs...feel and squeeze her ass.

She grimaces, moans, bites her lip to force herself to concentrate on the duties. BEER!! BEER!! She hurries out to the kitchen to retrieve more beer. As she leans down into the fridge to grab another beer, she straightens up into one of the men. He smiles, leering down at her and grasps her around the waist. 

"Well...well.....what do we have here?" 

His hands cup her sore ass cheeks. 

"I hear you are some whore." 

His eyes twinkle into hers. She bites her lip uncertainly. 

"Well, aren't you supposed to...pleasure me?" he asks.

Cringing in his arms, she nods, sets down the beers on the counter and lowers her eyes, standing forlornly in front of him.

"Well, take me out and ...pleasure me..." 

She nods, drops to her knees, fingers fumbling hurriedly with his zipper...lowers it and takes him out...leans forward...mouth around his black cock.

"-m-m-m...m-m-m-mm-m-m-m." 

Her face bobs in his crotch, his erection sliding thru her lips. His hand cups her head and holds her bobbing face to his crotch

He moans, pulls her head off, lifts her by her arms, cupping her ass and lifting her to the counter top. He spreads her thighs wide, opening her pussy for his view. She lifts her eyes for a moment to his, surprised and fearful, while his strong hands pull her thighs around his waist. He slides his rock hard cock into her raw aching pussy.

His hands cup her ass cheeks. Her arms slide around his neck, her legs locking behind his back, as he begins humping into her. Her ass sore from the whipping, her whore red pussy chaffing painfully, she slides back and forth on him until, with a groan, he fills her with a series of explosive bursts of cum.

He shudders and pulls her off, setting her back on the counter. She grimaces, still spasming in pain. She sees his cock sticking straight out, dripping.

She groans and slides down to the floor, kneeling like baseball catcher and swallowing his dripping cock.

"M-m-m-m-m-m-m-m..." 

Her mouth cleans him and swallows the slime in her mouth.

She looks up and says, "Thank you sir."

"Beer...beer!!" The impatient sounds echo from the main room. 

She looks up forlorn and harried at his leering smile. She rises, places all the beer on the tray, and rushes past him out to the other room.



Jacinta's Story Ch. 13



The whore rushes out into the room...her pussy dripping...mouth tasting the cock and cum from the man in the kitchen. She tries to tighten her thighs to keep from dripping down her leg, but that only increases the pain of the chafing from her...beaten flesh in her crotch.

Trying to keep her discomfort from showing, she carries the beer tray...passing out beers...from one to the next....seeing most of them are distracted by the football game on the large screen TV. They chatter endlessly and loudly about the game. She receives a pat on the ass, then another.

With only two more beers to distribute, a heavily overweight black man... slides a hand to her thigh, holding her in place. She winces as his hand squeezes her welts. She pauses....forcing a smile down at him.

"Hmm....lil sweetie...let me see dat pussy..." 

He slides his hand up her thighs. She whimpers as her thighs are forced apart, his hand up to her sore puffy slit. Her eyes roll around in her head as his hand scrapes against the red swollen flesh and she realizes his hand is being coated with the drippings from the other man.

His eyes lift slowly to hers, a grin on his face. She blushes deep red, seeing he knows. Her eyes soften, silently pleading with him, but his grin turns evil, his hand rubbing roughly between her legs. She feels his hand slime with mixture of cum and her juices.

Her hand reaches to steady the beer still on the tray, his rubbing becoming brisker, rougher. She groans, rising on her toes, but helpless to move. Eyes turn as other men hear her.

"This whore is full of cum!!!" he roars. 

Everyone turns, staring at her.

The black faces stare at her, their white eyeballs, their wide white toothy smiles. She gulps, wriggling like a worm on a hook. 

"Who'd you fuck honey?"

She whimpers uncertainly, his hand still squeezing, rubbing. All the eyes on her, she squirms, uncertain if she needs to answer, or is expected to. Her eyes roam the room, realizing she can't recall who...she fucked in the kitchen.

"I ...I ...don't......don't ....remember."

The men roar.

"All black men look the same to you whore?" 

Laughter erupts.

"Well then ...you won't know will you!??"

The heavy black man laughs, holding her thighs. He slides forward in his chair and undoes his fly. Still holding the beer on the tray, her eyes glance wildly around the room...seeing only a blur. She feels her hips pulled down over his legs, straddling him, the thick muscle, soft between her thighs. His hands slide her back and forth, the juicy mixture oozing from her pussy, lubricating his cock.

She grabs the two beers by the necks, and drops the tray by her side. Lap dancing him, his cock hardens, stiffening and then popping in to her pussy, his cock erect, stretching her pussy lips wide. She rides him like a cowgirl, head bobbing...arms out... holding the beers...afraid of dropping them...the tray waving below her waist in her other arm.

"Ohh...Ohhh..OHHhhh..." her head bobs and snaps as he forces her to ride him.

"DAyyyy-umm....mothuhfucka----sloppy seconds boys!..."

The room roars.

"OOOHHHHfffffffuuuuuuuccckkkkkkkk!!!!" 

With a bellow, he tilts his head back and spurts cum into her with a series of explosive shudders.

Her ears ringing from the ride, she feels him soften and relax inside her. The men begin clapping and cheering sarcastically. His hands relax around her waist, and she gradually slides from his lap, in an awkward shy, embarrassed way. Her thighs tighten together to hold the cum, despite the painful chaffing of her sore red crotch.

"BEEER!!BEERR!!" 

She gasps, having forgotten the beer in her hand. Moaning, she tries to walk, wincing at the pain, feeling the dripping inside her thighs. She walks a few steps before feeling it begin to leak, hands the beers quickly to two men, and turns.

"WHORE!!!!"

She hears Master's voice, gulps...looks at Him...sees his angry glare go from her to the man. She sees the man's cock soft, but still erect, dripping cum. 

"Ohhhh....i..i'm sorry,...I forgot sir."

She pushes her hair back....and kneeling...between his thighs....still holding the tray, leans forward...mouthing the dripping cock, groaning and moaning as she sucks the scum from his cock.

The blonde's head bobbing in the black mans crotch...sucking the cum from his cock. All the eyes in the room watch her, until an exciting play happens in the game on the TV. They all roar. She feels the man's hand cup her head, holding her face down on his cock.

The buzz from the play subsides, but the man's fingers entwine in her hair, holding her face prisoner in his crotch. 

"Hey you fucking whore!!! We need chips and some more wings!!" 

She feels a boot kick her in the butt. Still the man holding her face to his lap will not let her go.

"You fucking selfish whore, thinking only of yourself...wanting to suck black men's cum. Get up and get us some fucking food." 

Master kicks her again on the soft bruised butt cheeks.

She manages to push her face free, to stop the awful bruising kicks, her butt cheeks so bruised and sore, she is in constant pain. She pushes her self up, eyes down in shame. Her face cruelly slapped as she rises. 

SLLLLLAAAP!!

Her head jerks....she stumbles, almost falling on the heavy man. 

"GET MORE food you lazy fucking bitch!!!"

She scurries out to the kitchen , dripping cum down her thighs, her mouth starchy and dry from sucking cocks, her butt welted and sore from His kicks, her pussy red, swollen sore and painful with each movement of her legs.

Wincing, she bends, pulling the chicken wing tray from the oven...hurriedly placing wings in bowls...feeling hands cupping her waist again. She moans.

"Don't get up," the voice sternly orders.

She freezes obediently, her face down over the open oven door. The strong hands pull her back. She feels the rock hard cock press against her anal hole. She gasps. 

"Whew...are you a tight lil' bitch!"

Still bent over, afraid to move, she feels him withdraw. She holds her position bent over, afraid to move. She hears him hawwwk and spit on her anal rim. She gasps again, feeling his cock head placed again against her, rubbing into the gooey glob of spit on her rectum.

The rock hard cock presses...then...pops in. She gasps as the cock grinds inside her. The man moans, pulling her back and forth...the cock grinding inside her. 

"Nice ass you fucking cunt" 

Her head lolling back and forth bent over and helpless like rag doll for him.

Her head down, hair flopping around her face, she hears him laugh. 

"Let's go deliver the chicken."

He lifts her up. She somehow manages to hold on to the tray loaded with chicken.

"Lets go," he chuckles.

He frog marches her out into the living room, partially bent over, holding on to the tray of chicken, his cock grinding inside her anus. She groans as she is marched out...head down submissively... almost carried. She hears titters and laughter and clapping as she is marched out into the room. Hair flopping down over her eyes prevents her from seeing.

She finds her face over the thighs of a man she cannot otherwise see. 

"Ask him if he would like some chicken," the voice behind her orders.

She gasps,moaning, and he shakes her, his cock grinding in and out painfully.

"OHHh......ohh..." she winces ..trying to speak, "w-would you like some...ch-ch-chicken sir?" 

The room laughs.

"I think I will honey." 

She feels a hand pat her head like she is a dog. 

The man marches her around the room, forcing her to ask each man if he would like some chicken. All the time his cock is hard inside her, filling her anus.

Beyond humiliation, she is marched back to the kitchen. 

"Set the tray down , you lil' white tramp." 

She obeys, without rising, sliding the tray on to the table. He then slides her on to the table, her face bumping against boxes, glasses, and dirty plates, until her waist bumps up against the edge of the table.

"Beg me to fill your ass cunt...." 

She moans helplessly. She feels her hair gripped on the top of her head, and her head pulled back, arched painfully. 

"I said...beg me to fill your ass, cunt."

"Uhhh....Uhhh..." she moans, her body contorted painfully, "Uhh...puh-leeze...fill...my ass.........sir..with..with your....cum...please!!??"

She hears a chuckle, her head is shaken by the hair, "BEG MORE."

She groans. 

"PLEASE FILL MY ASS...SIR!!!? Please?"

"Okay whore." 

He begins pumping against her, thrusting in to her ass with rough brutal strokes, her waist pinned against the table.

Then, he groans, and inside her ripped anus...she feels his cum....spurting.

Her head still shaken as he groans.....bellows....and moans, "OHH-hhhh yeah...ohhh-hhhhhyeaahh-hhhhh!"

He drops her hair, her face falling with a clunk face down on the table. She feels him withdraw with a pop. She groans, exhausted and used, face down on the table, until she feels a loud slap on her bruised ass cheek.

SLLLAAAP!!

"C'mon...Clean me whore!!"

She groans, her body aching from every joint, every muscle, every pore. She tries to push herself up.

"WE gonna get some fucking chips or what!!!!!!!???" 



Jacinta's Story Ch. 14



She pulls herself off the table, looking worriedly out into the living room, where the impatient shouts are coming from, and then up at the huge black man standing in front of her, his black erection hanging like a flag pole out in front of him.

He glares at her, then down at his dripping cock. She whimpers in frustration, kneels quickly on the floor, swallows his cock...tasting the foul, fecal smeared black penis in her mouth.

"Ummm...mmm..mm..ummmm..." 

She juicily sucks it clean, her own mouth foul with feces taste, looking up, hoping he is satisfied. Instead, he swats her openhanded across her face. 

SLAAAAAP! 

Stunned, she falls over onto all fours, ears ringing, eyes seeing stars, her hair gripped, and shaken, like a doll's.

"Here bitch, take these bags of chips out in your mouth, like a dog, Bitch!"

Still stunned, mouth open as he shakes her head, he stuffs plastic bags of chips in her mouth. She clamps them in her teeth. He swats her ass, hard. 

"Get going, Bitch!!"

Whimpering, wincing at the hard slap on her ass, afraid to displease this huge black man, she hurries out like a dog, carrying the bags in her teeth. She crawls on fours to the first man she sees, sitting in an easy chair, watching the game and pushes the bags on to his thigh.

She sees his eyes turn to her,at the markings on her face. He laughs, and then takes a bag from her mouth. 

"Good girl... bitch."

He pats her head. She hurries on, the bags dangling from her mouth. She pushes her load on to another thigh, mute tortured eyes looking up.

The man looks down at her, leering. He looks familiar, but now their names and faces are blurring. He laughs, reaching under the bags, stroking her chin, her neck, her ear lobes, then, her long dangling turquoise bead earrings. He pulls her by her ears around his knees, her mouth still holding the bags of chips. 

Whimpering, she is pulled between his thighs by her earrings, her face up to his abdomen, where he holds the earrings with one hand and with the other slides his fingers inside her low cut maid dress, pinching her nipple and rolling it in his fingers. Gagged by the bag the whore can only moan softly at first, held in place by her earrings. Then the moan growing as his rolling, pinching of her nipples gets rougher and rougher.

"MMmmmMMMM...mmmmMM!!!"

She moans louder and louder through the bags in her mouth as the painful pinching of her nipples continues.

His mouth is at her ear, whispering in deep, low, menacing, soft tones.

"Don't you dare drop those bags bitch...." 

Then his warm hot mouth, breathing into her ear, his tongue poking through her helmet of hair, swashing in her ear.

His mouth leaves her ear, he straightens, and his hand pulls the earrings, lifting her up from her knees. He lifts her up on to his lap, her mouth still holding the bags in her teeth. She looks around the room, seated on his lap, his arms slide around her waist.

"I want something not already filthy with cum," he whispers to her. 

His mouth at her ear, he licks her neck with a long hot, wet lick. Then, he buries his mouth into the small of her neck suckling, biting, sucking again, his fingers never leaving her nipple, pinching, rolling. She groans, helpless and twisting on his lap.

His mouth slides across her skin, down toward her breasts. His beard scraping her skin as his chin grinds along her flesh, his mouth still wet, his tongue huge and licking. His mouth pushes the maid dress down and his mouth envelopes her swollen nipple, and begins sucking.

A hand grips her hair, pulling her head back so she stares at the ceiling, teeth still grasping the bags, his mouth suckling... teeth nibbling... then biting. She feels her feet kicking in the air, and his hand over her pussy. A hand rubs her furry mound. She groans loud, despite the pain from the red flesh of her pussy.

She realizes he is going to make her cum...right in front of all of them! She moans, drool from her mouth choking her and running down her chin, her legs flailing, his fingers sliding in and out of her raw, aching pussy.

His mouth moves to her throat...sucking...biting.

"Hold those bags whore... remember..." 

He pulls her head back further. She groans, his fingers rubbing her. Gritting her teeth, she is unable to control herself further, she bellows, and shudders ... and cums.

She feels the gush of her own juices flush out. 

"UHHHHHHHhhhhhhHHHhhhh...!"

Her legs flail helplessly, his teeth still grinding in a steady pinch on her nipple. She tenses, contracts, spasms in a shudder. The rush of feeling washing over in a wave....then another wave... then another....

The whore still gagged by the bags in her mouth, groans loudly, unable to control herself and goes limp on the man's lap. He sits her up, laughing. Holding the bags in her teeth, she can only look dumbly at him. He gives her nipples an additional pinch, then pulls a bag from her mouth, and pushes her down to the floor.

Still holding two bags in her mouth, she kneels limply, dizzy, fluids draining from her holes. 

"Look at what this bitch did on my lap," the man shouts.

She turns her head and sees the puddle on the chair between his lags. 

"Have the whore clean it up," she hears her Masters shout.

"C'mhere you fucking whore...." 

The man grabs her by the hair, takes the bags from her mouth, and rubs her face into the puddle, from side her side, her nose bending as he rubs her face into the slime. Then, he twists her head further and rubs her hair into the puddle to dry it.

"Get outta here you bitch"

He jams the bags back in her mouth, yanks her by the hair and throws her off him, and follows with a kick to her ass. Her ears ringing, she crawls aimlessly into the middle of the room, bags dangling from her mouth. 

"I need some chips bitch!!" 

She turns dumbly toward the voice...crawls there, pushing the bags up on to his thigh, and feels a bag yanked from her teeth. 

"Over here bitch!!" 

She hears another voice...turns...crawls wearily to the sound, offers the bag, feels the bag yanked from her teeth.

But as she turns to crawl away, a hand grips her hair firmly and pulls her by the head...leading her around between his legs until her face is in his crotch. He holds her chin in his palm... firmly... pinches her cheeks... and forces her to open her mouth.

"Is this really a cock hole?" he asks. 

She nodsdumbly. 

"And what kind of cock does you like best?"

She gulps, her mouth dry and foul. 

"Black cock sir...i...like black cock best."

He laughs, shaking her chin and head. 

"Go get us all another beer and plant your little cock hole right back here.....Got it bitch?"

She nods....gulps... pushes herself up...and hurries back out to the kitchen, to the fridge.

Warily, she looks around the kitchen, afraid now to turn her back or bend over. Hurriedly, clumsy because of her condition, she pulls out beers, forgetting how many men there are. 

She hurries back out holding the tray, in total humiliation, cum juices draining down the inside of her thighs from both holes, the river clearly visible to the men., her body limp from her own orgasm, drained of any will, of any pride, a slave cock whore with no feeling left in her, but to submit...and submit and submit.

She goes from man to man with the tray of beer, their hands all over her at each stop. When finished...she locates the last man she saw, his firm eyes pulling her to him. She kneels between his legs.

"Yes sir?" She lowers her eyes.

"I want my cock in the cock hole for the whole quarter of the game whore."

Her eyes bug, dizzily, stupidly. Her knowledge of the sport limited, she tries to calculate how long that is. 

"Can you do that whore?" 

Dumbly, she nods.

"But first..." 

He bends forward, grasping her hair, tilting her head back, her mouth open. 

"We have to clean that hole out first..."

He sticks a beer down her throat, and pinches her nostrils, making her chug the whole bottle...until she gags, and snorts beer out her nose.



Jacinta's Story Ch. 15



The whore gags and chokes as the foaming beer back up thru her nose. She shakes her head, her sinuses exploding with the fizzing beer. Dizzily she braces her self by placing her palms on his knees. 

She is stunned by a fierce slap to her face.

SLLLLLAAAAAAP!!!! 

Her head snaps. Her vision blurs, her ears ring, her hair sticks to her wet face, covering her eyes.

"Get your hands off me whore!" 

Obediently, she slips her wrists behind her back, kneeling between his thighs on the floor. She feels someone behind her, wrapping a cloth of some sort around her wrists...maybe t-shirt or towel....binding her wrists...!

"Well...that's better isn't it you...lil' white cunt...?" 

He smiles at her. She wriggles her bound wrists, looks up at him, his hand reaching out to brush her hair from her face. 

"Now you lil' blond tramp...get me out and lets see what that hole can do!"

She looks up at him pathetically, then down at his crotch, his belt on , zipper up. Her body sags, groaning. She looks up again at him eyes pleading.

"Now get my cock out and get it in your mouth... and you'd better hurry."

The whore groans helplessly...leans forward face first into his crotch, wrists bound behind her. Her lips, tongue and teeth twisting, turning, biting, pulling at the belt, her face falls awkwardly into his abdomen, the whore's weight pushed forward by the bondage of her arms. Finally is able to pull the belt strap loose. She bites the metal holding the belt tight, feels the metal cut into her mouth, pulls anyway... feels the belt give and slide loose.

She works her mouth around the button, teeth pulling it, her tongue pushing it thru the hole. The whore grunts seeing his slacks loosen. She twists her head again, taking the zipper in her teeth and with a zzzzzzzzz... pulls the zipper down. 

"Heh, heh , hey!!" 

She hears his laughter. 

"You're pretty good." 

His hand pets her head. 

"I will even help you do the rest of it."

He shifts his weight, lowering his slacks, out popping his fat black cock, soft and flaccid.

His hands slide behind her head, scrunching her hair in his fists. 

"MMmmmmm.......I'm gonna like this...."

"Now whore...here's the deal... See the clock in the game there?" 

He turns her head in his hands... up at the big screen television. She sees the clock in the insert, blinks, thinks it says 11:22. 

"You gonna keep that ole cock in your mouth 'til that says 00:00, then you gonna make this black man cum in yo' mouth, an' fill your ole belly full.... Got it?"

His hands cup her head, tilting it this way and that, up at him. 

"Got it?"

She nods slowly. She lowers her eyes to the fat, flaccid cock.

"Okay whore.....get to it."

She leans forward...head still spinning, her bound wrists making it difficult to balance. Mouth open, she woozily tries to capture his soft cock in her mouth, weaving drunkenly, she is finally able to capture him... and gobbles him into her mouth. 

The cock sucking whore gurgles and moans, her belly leaning forward against the easy chair, kneeling between his thighs, his cock in her mouth. 

"Uhhhhll..hhhhhhhhlllll," she moans, "Uhhhhhhhllllllllll..."

She sees him smile down at her, his hands sliding thru her blond hair. 

"Ohhhhhhh..yeah....ohhhhhhhh..yeah....." 

She feels him adjust...sliding down in his chair. She has to compensate, adjusting her angle, holding him in her mouth. 

"UHHHhhhhhlllllllllll," she gurgles.

His hands scrunch the blond hair on the back of her head, and squeeze it, then pull her face into his crotch. 

"UHHHHHHLLLLLLL......." 

Her head twists, the cock sliding around in her mouth, filling her cheek. 

"Uhhhhhllll.."

She feels the drool building in her mouth, and begins worrying about drooling all over him. He shifts again, as some play in the game brings a roar from the men. The man playfully squeezes her hair...tosses her head from side to side like a playtoy. Her mouth struggles to keep his cock inside, and not harm it with her teeth as her mouth bounces from side to side.

"UHHhhhhhllll...." 

The cock begins to harden and swell...uncurling...straightening. She can hold less and less in her mouth as the erection grows. The man shifts again...groaning. 

He pulls her mouth off him by yanking her hair, her weight dangling by her roots. 

"You lil fucking minx you.! You gonna have me cum in no time!"

He slaps her face from side to side, backhand forehand. Her face swaying as it dangles by her hair in his fist. 

"Here, cunt, suck this..." 

He tilts a beer bottle into her mouth, tipping it. She sees it is partly full.

"Drain it" he orders. 

She obeys, gulping down the beer, emptying the bottle. He sets the bottle between his legs.

"Suck it," he orders.

She looks up at him and then down at the bottle. She lowers her mouth on the bottles neck, and begins...pumping her mouth on the bottle...as if it is black cock. 

"Ullp...ulllp...ulllp..ulllp," she slobbers.

His cock head softens, brushing against her face and cheek as she sucks the beer bottle. As the cock softens, it curls, poking her in the eye as she bobs up and down on the bottle. 

"Okay." 

His hand tightens again in her hair...lifting her mouth from the bottle back to his soft cock. 

"UHHlllll...uhhhhlpp...uhhhlllpppp." 

The black cock soft and wet with her drool slides back, filling her mouth...her cheek. He shifts as he watches the game, his cock hardening again as it slides around in her mouth. Then, his erection stiffens and pokes the back of her throat.

She is helpless, kneeling at his feet, wrists bound, her face, and open mouth held between his thighs, face down in his crotch. His hands hold her head, hair...tilting her mouth this way and that as he shifts.

Then, his hands tilt her throat, her jaw in a strange way, holding her mouth at just such an angle. Before she can react, he is sliding his cock deep into her mouth, and pulling her head on to him.

She feels the cock slide into her throat impossibly far... her lips at the base of his cock.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH........." 

He gasps, her mouth impaled on his cock in a deep throat. She holds still...not gagging...afraid to move, helpless to resist anyway. And then he begins throat fucking her, the huge thick black cock in her throat...grinding tightly in and out.

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHFFFFFFUUUUCCKKKK!" he groans and slides her mouth off him.

She chokes for air...wheezing, her lungs fighting for breath, seeing stars, ears ringing from the use and her exhaustion and the beatings and slaps.

"Only coupl'a minutes more whore." 

She moans...trying to inhale. Suddenly, she feels his hands on her throat and jaw again, positioning her just so. Her eyes bug...watching the huge cock slid back into her mouth, and down her throat.

She spasms, gagging and twisting...his hands on her throat massage her muscles...relaxing them. Her eyes roll into the back of her head, unaware of how she is swallowing him.

He carefully slides her mouth on and off his cock. She feels it pounding tightly in her throat. She feels him pulse and spurt shoot down her throat, down her esophagus, into her belly...streams...rivers of cum filling her. 

She hears a tight moan from his throat, his body arching tensely in his release.

Her head pulled off his spent cock...feels it slip softly from her throat...mouth, through her lips.

She gasps.....for air. 

He looks down at her ...his mouth still open in delirium. He lets go of her and she tips over, wrists bound behind her and falls on her side on the floor. Exhausted, bound, she lays in heap on her side, feeling his foot push against her, pushing her away from him, harshly the heel grinding into her thigh. She is rolled over, over her bound wrists until she is face down again against the carpet, ass up in the air.

Dizzy, she tries to re-orient herself. She tries to lift herself up on her cheek, then her forehead. Then feels hands on her waist, and a soft voice. 

"Well..well...what have I found here?"



Jacinta's Story Ch. 16



The whore groans, wrists bound behind her, face down on the carpet, ass up in the air. Strong hands grasping her hips and lifting her ass, dragging her face along the carpet. 

Terrified, the whore lays bound face down, on her knees in the middle of the room. The strong hands maneuvering her body, scraping her forehead against the rug, the TV noise loud, the crowd roaring.

Over the din in the room, she hears the voice. "What does it say back here whore?" 

His fingers tracing over her ass and down her thigh, she has no idea what Master had written.

She cringes, utterly helpless and terrified in her position.

"I don't...know..." 

"HUH!!!?" 

He open hands her ass cheeks with a loud slap, "Can't hear you bitch! Hey! These some bruises back here!" 

Sla-ap...Sla-ap!

"Oooohh!" she grunts, wincing in pain at the harsh stinging slaps on her bruised butt cheeks. 

Unable to move with her wrists bound behind her, her face drags along the carpet. Then, she feels something poking her anal rim.

She twists, or tries to twist. He roughly lifts her hips and re-centers her. 

"Hold still bitch!" 

Her face hits the floor with a clump. 

"What's it say back here bitch?"

Slaaap..Slaaap!! She writhes in pain...

"I ...DON'T KNOW-W-W!!"

She hears muffled laughter behind her. She tries to twists her face to look back. 

SLAAAP! 

Her hips lifted again, her face clumping back down on the floor roughly, her eye sockets jolted by the thud. She hears more laughter... and giggling . She groans helplessly, fearful, but having no idea what might come next. Then, she starts, gasping, feeling something cold...against her anal rim. She wriggles helplessly, feeling something cold draining down into her bowels as the round cold smooth thing is pressed into her anus.

'UHHH...UHHHHHHooooohhhh!!" she groans.

Beer bottle neck, she realizes and then groans, straining to crawl forward, away from the pressure. 

"OHHHHH!!" she flinches again, straining as she feels the shock of the cold beer draining into her anus. "Ohhhhh..OHHhhhhh...OHHHHHhh!!"

The blond whore crawls forward on its knees, a three-point crawling on her knees and her face, grinding her cheek into the carpet as she slithers. The beer bottle pushed deep inside its hole, giving the slut a shocking cold enema as well as a rough anal fucking.

Crawling along on its face, trying to escape the bottle draining into its anus, men laugh and slap the whore's ass as she crawls by. Some wiggle the bottle in her ass. Moaning, she is terrified both of the effect of the enema on her gut and the alcoholic effect on her system.

Already worn down by work and abuse, she is feeling the effects of the beer poured down her throat. Now, the alcohol injected into her anus will be absorbed directly into her blood stream, afraid of what will happen in the room once she is drunk. 

Then, her face comes to a halt against a pair of leather shoes. She feels a hand twisting the bottle inside her. 

"I think you're on empty bitch....." 

Laughter. The bottle is pulled out with a pop. She groans in relief, only to hear more laughter and cheers and another cold bottle pressed to her anal lips.

She groans and tries to resist. Trying to raise up and twist, but her head is pushed back down by her neck... until her cheek is on the floor. She moans loudly, as another shocking jolt of cold liquid rushes in to her anal cavity. 

"Oooooohhhhnnoooooooo..ohhhhhhhh....nooooo...."

She groans, surrendering, "OHhhhhhmmmigawwwd.. OOoooohhhhh"

Her head is already spinning as she gets drunk, the room beginning to spin. She can only moan and repeat over and over, "Ohhhhhhnooooooooo...OHHHHHhhhhhnooooo..."

Just as she begins to drift off, she feels her hips lifted, and she is propped up on her feet. The dark room swims around in her vision, the dark, the dark faces, the flickering of the large screen television. She is pushed to the edge of the couch and bent over, hands spreading her ass cheeks, as something smooth is shoved into her anus.

Plug!!

She groans. They have plugged her ass! She whimpers pathetically, her bowels bulky and full from the beer enema. She sags face down into the couch. Then feels her hair gripped and yanked up. 

"Get back to work whore, we haven't had service in an hour!"

She feels the cloth loosened around her wrists. The smallish blond girl, surrounded in the dark room by large black men, cowers, nervously runs a hand thru her drooping bangs. Drops her eyes, and timidly squeezes out through the bodies. Forced to bump and squeeze through them, their hands rubbing thru her hair and down the bare back of the dress, cupping and squeezing her ass. 

She grunts feeling the plug forcing her to waddle, the ache already growing in her gut. Someone hands her the tray, and she woozily staggers back to the kitchen. Alone for a moment, she leans heavily on the table, trying to control her self.

She shakes her hair back, unable to stop the room from spinning.

"We need beer bitch!!" She hears the angry shouts from the other room. She clips to the fridge in her heels, tottering unsteadily, bends, pulls beers out of the racks and sets them on the trays. She looks down, woozily wondering why she didn't get cans. A wave of cramps hits her gut, doubling her over.

"OOOOOOOhhhhh..." 

She grits her teeth. As the wave slowly passes, she forces her self up. Taking a deep breath, she clicks out of the kitchen.

Passing back in to the dark, she carries the tray full of beer. Bravely, wading thru the room full of hands and legs...fondling her thighs, her back, her calves, her ass, fingering her anal rim with the plug, her dripping pussy.

She gasps, as another wave of cramps punches her in the gut. Beer bottles waver, but she gasps and balances them. The wave diminishes...she struggles around the room, quickly ridding the tray of beer bottles.

"We need some fucking chicken wings!!!" 

She licks her lips, nods, hurries back out to the oven. Sets the tray down, pulls out another tray of chicken wings and slides them into serving bowls. Her eyes rolling in her head, trying to get them passed out before another ------! The cramp hits her hard, doubling her over. She bends over the table, face down clutching her stomach. 

"UHHHHOOOooooohhhhhhhhUHHHHHHH!!"

The wave starts to pass but this time returns worse than before. She groans and bangs her forehead on the table in agony. 

"OHHHHHhhhhhhGAAaaaaawwwd!"

She slips down to her knees, paralyzed by the agony of the cramps, the pressure building on the plug. She squeezes her eyes tight. 

"OOHHHHHhhhhhhhgaaaaaawwd!"

"CHICKEN!!!!"

The pain so intense she nearly swoons, but, then it passes. She gasps in relief. 

"OHh..OHH..OHhhh..." she moans.

She pushes her self to her feet, grabs the trays, and hurries out to the room.



Jacinta's Story Ch. 17



She  rushes through the room, setting bowls of chicken wings for the men, knowing another wave is coming soon. Adroitly, she avoids men's groping hands and tripping legs and feet. Her face is intense, almost in tears from the tension and the anticipated agony.

Then the cramp strikes... 

"UHhhhhhhhh!!" she doubles over as it hits her like a sledge hammer. "OHHHhhhhh.....OHHhhhhhhh..."

She grasps her gut, dropping to a knee, "OOHhhhhhhhhh......."

The pressure against the plug is intense, feeling the pressure to shit her guts out. 

"Hey baby, everything ok?" 

She hears her master's voice. She tries to nod. 

"Come here babe........Come! ...Now!"

She grunts, knowing she must obey. She forces herself to her feet. Somehow, she stumbles to Master's chair. She kneels, head down.

"What's the matter babe......?" He asks, petting her head.

She struggles to answer, her lips tight, "Nnn-nuthing Master." 

Her body rigid, bowed, taut with tension and pain.

He smiles, "That beer enema bothering you a little babe?"

She nods.

"That plug keeping it in okay?  We don't want the whore shitting in the living room. Do we?"

She shakes her head dutifully, "No Master."

"What a mess that would be for a whore to clean with her tongue."

She stiffens further, nods, "Yes...Master."

"The game is about over babe. The boys are going to be needing some ... 'entertainment'."

Stiffly she nods, eyes still staring down at the floor. She tries to stifle a sniffing sob. But the sniffle breaks her composure, as she is unsure how much more use and humiliation she can handle.

His hand soothingly pets her smooth blonde coif. 

"Is that okay babe?"

His hand caresses a sweep of her bangs and he gently lifts her chin. 

"You okay?"

Still stifling a sob, she nods...keeping her eyes down. 

"Look at me," he orders.

She glances up, her eyes wet. As her eyes meet His, she breaks down and sobs. Just then a cramp the size of an ocean liner hits her gut, and she doubles over.

"OKAY GUYS! New game! Our whore is the game! Whad'ya think guys?"

The men roar, clapping and cheering in approval. Bent over, crumpled in agony, she hears the roar.

"Okay, here it is.....my Whore here is the game...She is having trouble with cramps...." Laughter.... " so ....first game... she is on all 4's on the coffee table here...We put 6 beer bottles on the tray.....She has to balance the tray on her back for 2 minutes..... If she makes it without tipping the bottles...She wins."

"If a bottle tips.....We win!!!" Roar. "And she has to suck piss from every man in the room!!" Roar...

Doubled over, forehead down on the floor, she groans...knowing she will never survive the next cramp and balance the bottles. 

"Okay whore....up on the table..." 

He grabs her by the hair and drags her to the coffee table, and forces her to crawl up on it. She looks around at the cheering crowd of black men. She shrivels in humiliation and terror, her body still shaking from the last wave of cramps.

A tray is placed on her back. She groans. 

"Hold still whore...We are just placing the bottles on there now."

She feels the clink of the bottles as they are placed on the tray. She closes her eyes, barely able to keep from screaming. 

"Ooooookay...whore... Ready?" 

She forces a nod. 

"GREAT!"

The two-minutes start, her face a mask of furrowed concentration. She realizes how narrow her back is... feeling the tray already tippy. 

"OHH...OOOhhhh..OHhhhhhh...ohhhhhhh......"

Her eyes tear with concentration as she struggles to control her balance. Her head begins swimming from the alcohol in her bloodstream. The men are cheering, shouting. Raised on the table, she feels like an animal. Her face a mask of agony, thinking of sucking piss from each of them.... then it hits......

"UHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHhhhhhhh......." 

A savage ripping agony tears thru her gut. The worst cramp yet floods her system. She lifts her face, mouth open in a tortured gasp. 

"UHHHHHhoooooohhhhhhhh.........uHHHHOOOOOOHHHHHhhhhhhh"

"Only 30 seconds......!"

Somehow the bottles haven't tipped. Her eyes are rolling back in her head in agony. Then, a wave within a wave of vicious cramps slices thru her gut, the pressure pushing against the plug blockading her bloated bowels.

"UHHHHHHHoooooOOOOOOHHHHHHHhhhh..." 

She bucks in agony, the bottles tipping and falling around her. The men cheer madly, laughing and clapping their hands.

Already a line is forming in front of her, the men busy undoing their zippers. She is doubled over in agony; face down, ass up, groaning miserably. She feels her hair gripped and lifted... her face yanked up roughly... 

"YOU LOSE WHORE!"

"And what does the losing whore have to do? MMmmm?" 

Master teasingly tugs her head from side to side by her hair. 

"What does the losing whore have to do!?" 

He slaps her face lightly from side to side.

"HMMMmmm? Tell me whore."

"I...i...have to....to suck...cocks....Master....."

"Yes, pet...but what do you have to suck from the cocks.....Mmm?"

She feels his grip tighten on the hair at the back of her head. "Pee....."

"Mmm-mm?" he nods, "and then.....?"

She sobs, "Swallow."

"Very good pet...... Okay boys.....I think she is ready. Just a squirt from each," he laughs.

She opens her eyes, just having barely recovered from the last wave to see a long black cock dangling against her nose, a hand supporting it there. She grunts, opens her mouth and takes the black cock in her mouth. Unexpectedly, a gush of urine shoots into her mouth filling it quickly. 

She chokes as some drains down the wrong pipe.

"UHHHHHHLLLLggggg!!"

"Swallow it you bitch."

"UHHHhhlllgg." 

She closes her lips as the cock slides out, and choking, gags down the sour urine. The sour acidic fluid burns down her throat. Master shakes her by her blond mane to get her to open for the next man.

She opens her eyes, another black cock waiting to slip in. The black cock slides into her mouth. This time she braces for the flood of urine...but...nothing... She opens her eyes, relaxing her throat.

"Suck it whore!" 

She feels hands tighten in her hair. Using her tongue, lips and cheeks, she tightens her mouth around the cock and sucks.... Just as she does so, she feels the jet of pee shoot into the back of her throat...again gagging her.

She groans... her stomach sick from the acid, her throat burning from the pee, and still the line is...how long? The next cock slides in her mouth....fills it...she swallows....the next.....she has to suck it... then the pee...then the swallow.

Then the next wave of cramps hits.... She is disabled...doubled over in agony. The men wait....for a moment. Her hair is pinched, yanked; her mouth pulled open...the next cock enters...fills....she swallows.

She crumples on the table....as they finish....laughing and talking about the fun they have had with the whore. The next wave hits.....and is so bad she screams... 



Jacinta's Story Ch. 18



She crawls off the table, falling on her side, as wave after wave of cramps debilitates her. She crawls thru the forest of legs and feet, ignoring them, crawling toward the bathroom.

She doubles over on the carpet; a sickening cramp rips her gut in half, the pressure to explode the plug from her anus enormous. She bangs her forehead on the floor in agony, then, continues her crawl to the bathroom. She crawls up on the toilet, squats and prepares to remove the plug.

"Oh no whore, that is for men...humans..." 

Master grips her by the hair, pulling her up dragging her from the bathroom, back thru the living room. He leads her, pulling her hair roughly. He drags her through the kitchen to the stairway to the basement. He opens the door...drags her down the stairs, down to a back part of the basement. 

Master pulls open a curtain...she sees a dog cage sitting on blocks in what must have been an old downstairs shower. The blocks have raised the cage about a foot off the floor, above the drain. He opens the door......"Get in bitch".

She gasps....looking at the cage...at the drain...as another wave of cramps begins. 

"OOOHhhhhhhhh"

As she crawls in, he hooks two handcuffs to her wrists... cuffing her wrists behind her. 

Another wave cripples her....as she falls into the cage. Her hands fumble behind her, trying to reach the plug in her anus. She groans pitifully. 

Just as her fingers reach it, she feels her neck yanked forward. Master has a chain to her collar, stretched thru an opening in the bars. He pulls the chain forward, hooking it to a hook on the wall, beneath a sign that says, "COCKSUCKING WHORE $10 per 10 minutes" 

She looks sickly up at Master. 

"Raising $$'s for your boob job slut. Master takes care of everything". She sees another sign next to it "Pissmop! WHORE! EMPTY your piss on WHORE $5!!"

"UHHHHHhh..." she groans, doubled over by the painful gut-wrenching cramps.

"Do well babe," he says, smiling. "The boys will be down shortly".

She groans, squirming, in the cage...needing to flush her bowels so intensely, she is writhing. She struggles reaching under her, fingers clutching the plug. Her fingers push into her anus... prying at the plug, the cramps viciously intense.

"UHH...UHHHHHHH---hhhhhhh," she manages to loosen it, then, grunting..."UHHHHHHhhhhhhhh!!"

She feels it pop out, and the flow of water begins. A sickening stench of brown juice flushes out thru the bottom of the wire cage. As that Niagara of fluid empties... she feels another, weaker cramp... and another gush of brown fluid empties from her bowels. Even though the cramping has diminished, her bowels and gut still ache from the cramps.

She gasps...her chest heaving from the exertion. 

"OOooooooh....OOOoooohhhhh"

Then she hears a gasp, she looks up, a large black man stands looking down at her, in the cage.

"OOOOEEEeeyy!!!! That stinks, bitch!!!!"

"You a stinkeee fuckin HO!! Godddamm!! " 

He reaches over, turns the shower on, and water, cold... as ice begins showering down on her. 

"OOHhhh gawd! What a stinky, fuckin' whore!"

She shuffles forward in the cage, awkwardly with her wrists cuffed, to escape the flow of water, which lands on her back, and drains out thru the cage to the drain below.

"Well..let me see ....do I wanna fuckeesuckee...or......" she looks up, sees his evil smile... and lowers her eyes , "or just a pissmop."

He laughs, "Nothin like peein' on white trash!"

She stares as he undoes his fly and takes out his long black cock. She stares as he aims it into the cage. She debates quickly which is worse, the acidic urine, or the ice cold shower. She shakes her hair back, watching. He pauses, pulling a 5$ bill out of his pants and stuffs it in the empty jar on the shelf below the signs... 

And he turns to her...and lets loose a torrent of hot burning piss.

She tries to pull her head back, but Master's chain holds her face at the opening, catching the full funnel of his urine. She closes her eyes, the hot flow hitting her right between the eyes. The whore tries to hold her breath, but the flow goes on and on and on. The black man laughs and moans in pleasure. She gasps, opening her mouth, urine, burning and sour dripping inside her lips on to her tongue.

She blinks, her eyes filled with the yellow piss. As she blinks, unable to see clearly, she sees him turn, putting more money in the jar, and yank on the leash, pulling her mouth to the opening.

"N-now my little white trash HO.....gonna get my money's worth uh that mouth!!"

With that, her mouth is filled with his cock. Compliantly she softens her lips and jaw, taking the cock in...thru her lips and letting him pump her mouth with his cock.

"Ummm.mmm.MMM..mmmm..MMM.mmmm."

He pumps her mouth briskly with his cock, groaning with pleasure. Then, after a few excited thrusts, she feels the spurts shoot into her mouth. The sweet, starchy fluid fills her mouth. The man groans as he finishes.

"OoooooOOOooohhhhhhh....mutha-fff—er....oooohh" 

He slides out of her mouth and leans back against the wall. 

"Oooooooh mutha" he groans.

And he slowly exits from her sight. She swallows the mouthful of cum, too afraid to do anything else. She feels it slide down into her upset stomach, already sour and rancid with the urine she already had to swallow.

She groans, adjusting her position. She looks up the water still spraying behind her. She gulps...her knees cut by the wire of the cage. She hears loud laughing. Two men enter, one seems familiar. They stuff bills into her jar, and both unzip.

"Hahaha.......gonna get our moneys worth whore......!"

She glances at their faces quickly just as two streams of yellow pee arch up from their penises and down on to her head and shoulders. She ducks her head as the streams splatter on her bare shoulders and then, the two streams converge on the crown of her head, splattering heavily on the top of her head. She sags, dropping her head, the dual flow of piss soaking her hair as it runs down, turning her hair into a soggy piss mop.

She can only kneel inside the cage, soaked with pee, the hair drooping and sticking now to the sides of her face, her neck, clinging to her skin.

The flow slowly subsides and the two, slapping each other on the shoulder, walk off.

She huddles in the cage, wrists cuffed behind her, her hair soaked and clinging to her head in a disgusting urine soaked mop, her back, arms and legs splattered with a cold shower of water.

Another man enters. Her head aching, stomach sore and sick, she does not recognize the man, but hears him groan.

"Oh man! What a disgusting whore!!!" 

He walks to the cage, leans over, turning the shower head so that it pours directly on to her head. 

"OOooohh..." she groans.

She closes her eyes as the shower washes down over her head, soaking the pee from her hair and face. She is almost unable to move, the chain still holding her neck to the small hole in the cage. And then the man turns the shower off and positions himself in front of the hole.

He unzips himself, then almost forgetting, turns, pushes money into the jar and takes out his long hard black cock, and shoves it thru the hole into the whores mouth.