0 comments/ 104486 views/ 3 favorites Jennifer's Ordeal Ch. 01 By: digitagraphy First story, comments welcome...more to follow Let me start by telling you that I have never thought of myself as a prejudice person. After all, prejudice is an unfounded hatred of another race or religion. And yes, I hated blacks, but my hatred wasn’t unfounded. I had reason. I grew up in rural Alabama, the oldest daughter of a well heeled family. Although the unemployment rate in my home town was around 10%, the unemployment rate for blacks was always around 40%. There was always work available, they were just too damn lazy or too damn ignorant to do it. I worked hard through high school to better myself and earn a chance to leave this small town life. There were numerous distractions, but somehow I managed to achieve a full scholarship in gymnastics from UCLA. I was free from my parents overbearing attitude, and able to begin a life of my own. As you might expect, there was a pretty significant culture shock when I arrived in Los Angles, but I managed to adjust well enough. It was in my Junior year that I met Brad, a preppie jock frat boy that stole my heart, and my virginity. Sex, let me talk a minute about sex. I liked sex from the first time I was with Brad. It wasn’t great, I didn’t come, I didn’t see stars or anything, but I liked it. Brad was gentle and caring and understanding and I felt really good when I felt him stiffen and the growing wetness between my legs told me that he had come. We were pretty experimental, or at least I thought we were. He would go down on me as often as I’d let him, and I really enjoyed the feeling of power I had over him when I sucked on his cock. Yes, I’m a prissy little southern girl and you wouldn’t catch me once using words like cock, or cunt in a public venue. But in private I practiced my language so that I could swear with the best. It turned Brad on when I asked him if I could suck his cock, or I’d say I was really horny and just wanted him to fuck me. It didn’t really matter if he fucked me, or went down on me, he didn’t usually give me an orgasm. It wasn’t that I was frigid or anything, I could make myself come with my finger or a vibrator just about anytime I wanted. It was just that both my libido and the sensitivity of my clit were geared down kinda low. It took patience and persistence. I didn’t mind not coming when we make love, or had sex, or fucked. As a matter of fact I preferred it that way. I didn’t ever want my pleasure to get in the way with the way I felt inside, giving pleasure to another. I stepped out on Brad a few times during my senior year. It’s college and I wasn’t going to get married to the man who copped my cherry without tasting some other fruit myself. I’m not real big, maybe 5 feet 2 and 100 lbs soaking wet. I’m tight and firm and keep myself in gymnastics shape. My boobs got too big my Junior year to be as successful in gymnastics as I’d hoped, but I was able to hold onto my scholarship. Now don’t go out and think I’ve got this huge chest either. 34 B/C max, depending on the time of the month. But gymnastics is hard on the adult body, really a sport for teenagers. Squash your boobs on the unevens and land spread eagle on a balance beam and you’ll understand. But back to stepping out on Brad. Chris was my first. And no, I’m not going to go through them all because there were more than I’d like to admit. During what I called my slutty March I bedded no less than a dozen different guys. None more than once or twice. I mention Chris because he was the first guy to make me come. It wasn’t his wonderful dick or fucking technique or anything of that nature. He was a bit longer than Brad, although thinner. He had me laying flat on my back, my legs over his shoulders and we were in a “L” like position. He licked his finger and began massaging my clit with his thumb. Took me by surprise. “What are you doing?” “I’m want to watch you come.” “No, I want you to come,” I protested. “I will, but only when I feel your pussy contracting around my dick.” His finger felt wonderful, but I didn’t want it to happen this way. “No, I want to feel you.” I wasn’t going to win this argument. I seldom won, nor did I want to win this kind of argument. Sexually I was very submissive. I am like that even now. Tell me what to do, or take it from me I don’t care which, but don’t ask me to lead. “Just shut up and close your eyes and let the sensations take over.” He was insistent so I did as he told me. The feeling was exquisite. A warmth was growing out of my pussy, the excitement and throbbing of my clit. And his cock, slowly stroking back and forth, touching the back of my cervix. I bit my lip and clutched at the blankets. It was a wonderful moment when you know you are going to come, and nothing on this earth is going to stop it. I opened my mouth in a silent scream that turned quite verbal. “Oh, oh, gawd……. Ahhhhhhhhh, shit yes……. Ahhhhhhhh.” And then the waves washed over me. A long convulsion followed quickly by a shorter one and then again. I felt my cunt contracting around his throbbing cock. I might be small but my legs and inner muscles were still strong as the convulsions worked to massage his cock, literally milking the sperm out of his balls. I opened my eyes and stared into his, like the most beautiful angel I’ve ever seen. Such is the rose colored glasses of post orgasmic sex. He was done, and I was just getting started. Another “issue” I have with sex. Fuck a girl until she comes and she’s as randy as ever. Drain the cum out of a guy and he wants to roll over and sleep, or get up and drink a beer. I wasn’t going to let Chris off that easy. I waited a few short minutes until his erection slipped out of me and casually rolled over. Without warning I opened my mouth and engulfed his flaccid cock, tasting both his spent ejaculate and my own juices. Not as unpleasant as I had thought it might be. At first he was startled, but I licked, like a kitten, at his balls and again engulfed his manhood. He let me and over the next few minutes I felt him grow hard in my mouth. I let his long cock tickle my tonsils. After a lot of practice I had learned to deep throat Brad. His width always made my jaw sore. But Chris was at least three inches longer. Determined I pushed him right to my tonsils, trying in vain to keep from gagging. I think the sound of a girl gagging on a stiff cock turns guys on. Especially when they keep trying. I took a deep breath and impaled my mouth of his throbbing erection. I felt his cock literally sliding down my throat, the hair of his nutsack tickling my nose. I held him there, like a sword swallower and started to hum. It was just what he needed as he pumped the second load of the night straight into my belly. I let his cock slowly recede from my mouth, being careful to clean every drop of seminal fluid and finishing off with my best sexy licking of my lips. I leaned up to him, hoping for a kiss; big mistake. “I can’t believe you did that. Only whores swallow it.” He turned away as if I had some disease. Not the best way to find out the guy you just fucked is a complete asshole. I wanted to rip his balls off and stuff them down his fucking throat. Instead I started to tear. I felt ashamed and I let his condemnation bring me to tears. He tried to apologize but I was emotionally in hysterics. It took me two years, until my wedding night, before I’d allow a cock in my mouth again. But I graduated on time, with a degree in Business Administration and Brad and I got engaged, and married. A perfect couple, we moved to Marin county, bought a house and everything appeared like we were going to live happily ever after. We waited 4 years before we decided we were ready to have children. I quit my job, not because I had to, but because I wanted to develop a business I could work from home so our children wouldn’t grow up as latch key kids. We didn’t have much luck. We’d been trying for a year to get me pregnant. We were at wits end, even getting ready to see a specialist at a fertility clinic. We discussed the possibilities of one of us being infertile. It was almost too much to bare. I think that’s why we put off the trip to the clinic for so long, hoping this month would be the one. And then everything changed. It was hot, August hot. I had just finished grocery shopping and cursing that we had no air conditioning. It doesn’t usually get that hot, even in the summer. But this was one of those spells. The temperature was well into the 90’s. Even though I grew up in the humid south I never acclimated to the heat. I was covered in sweat when I came through the kitchen into the living room, hoping a breeze might cool off the house. And then I saw them. In my living room. Toking and jokin like they owned the place. Two men, black as the night. I thought about running, but they had already spotted me. I thought about screaming but the blood in my head was boiling. Niggers in my house! The world was ready to explode and out of the corner of my eye I caught Brad, sitting at one of the dining room chairs as if nothing were wrong. “What the fucks going on.” To hell with my manners and my language, there were niggers in my house. “So dis be Jennifer, fine as the day is long. You done good fors yousself Bradley old boy.” The taller one spoke with a hideous drawl I could barely understand his broken dialect. “Brad, what the fucks going on.” I turned to my husband who looked away and said nothing. “Don’t go getting your tits all up in ringer bitch, Bradley here just owes us some money and as soon as we collect, we’ll be on our way. Ain’t dat right Bradley boy.” There was a strong emphasis on the last word and the memories of my father, always referring to niggers as “boy” flooded back to my memory. Brad still said nothing. “How much he owe you, and what’s it for?” I knew I wasn’t going to get the answer from Brad, and I was fearful of what these two were about to say. My fear was well founded. “Figgers like 30 grand by now honey. Been two weeks and we aint seen hide nor hair of our money or your puissant husband, so weez here to collect. Da ponies you know. Or didn’t you know Bradley here strikes himself as a horse man.” And even though I’d never known Brad to gamble or visit the track, the silence in the room told me it was all true. I was a mixture of emotions, afraid for our lives, angry for what he’d done, and betrayed. But nothing compared to what was going to happen next. “Um sorry guys, we don’t have that kind of money.” I was trying to be polite. Or as polite as I could, but I’d already stepped over the line and there was no going back. Jennifer's Ordeal Ch. 02 Part of me was very frightened at what was happening before. But another, deeper and more intense part was seething with anger. And it wasn’t just at Brad either. These two hooligans thought they had, by virtue of monies owed them, the right to come into my home. “Youz no, we seemed to think weeze could work something out here. But seeing youz ain’t got no money, we’ll just make an example out of you.” The tall ones English was appalling. The shorter one sprang across the room faster than Brad could make for the door. He spun him around and lifted him off the ground like a rag doll. I was too out of my mind to scream or run. I just stood there. Frozen in time. The tall one casually walked across the room to where Brad was being held captive. Without ceremony he punch Brad square in the gut. The terrible sound of air leaving his lungs and the god awful sound of his guts being mashed by a single blow made me feel dizzy sick. The short guy dropped Brad who fell almost lifeless to the ground. He kicked Brad directly between his legs and the groan that echoed through the room was the only way I knew Brad was still alive. “We’re just starting on you Brad my boy.” I couldn’t escape, they were just too close. I felt white as a sheet. My legs were shaking. “Now we are going to have some fun setting an example of you. That is before we burn your house to the ground as an example to other interested in welching on a bet.” “Wait, please…. I can get the money for you. I only need a day or two. My parents will give me the money, please don’t hurt…” I didn’t finish the sentence, the tall blacks hand cut across my jaw sending me flying across the room. “We ain’t got two days bitch. We look like Bank of America to you?” “Please, it’s the best I can do. Don’t you want your money. If you kill us you’ll never get it. Are we worth that to you?” I was trying to argue logic with two sub life’s. One of which had lifted Brad into one of our dining room chairs. He was tying my nearly comatose husband to the back of the chair. I could see the grimace on his face as he twisted his arms behind his back. When he finished he walked around the front and lifted Brad just high enough off the chair that he could yank his pants down to his ankles. He looked pathetic with his shriveled cock, his knees shaking and his pants around his ankles, helpless. “Here’s the way it works bitch. You pleasure us real good and we’ll call it a down payment on the interest your husband here owes us. You do real good, and we let you live another day. If it takes two, we get extras. You do what you need to get the money delivered here, without leaving these here premises. That’s the deal, take it or leave it.” The idea of being of sexual service to these two hoods was enough to make me ill. The anger in my belly was almost too much to control. Here Brad had done this to us and these guys wanted to take it out on me. They could have his ass for all I cared, but not mine. Besides, it was nearing that time and talking these two into using rubbers wasn’t going to be easy. “Please, not that.” I started to cry. “Fine, lady made up her mind fair and square.” He slapped Brad hard enough to cut his lip open. “No please wait.” “Too late, besides bitch you all turning cry ass sorry for yourself. We best give you a reason to be sorry. You don’t like us, I can tell. Not just cause we came in and fucked up your life, but you’d never like us. You think cause were niggers we’re less than you or somptin. Fine, dandy, you learn your lesson well.” He was standing over me, looking down at me with something that looked like despite, or loathing and pity. I looked back at him with hatred flaring from my eyes. “Please.” I was pathetic. He reached down and took a large handful of my hair and lifted me off the ground. “Look, I’m sorry, and yes I don’t like you, and it’s not just because you broke into my house and pummled my husband. But I don’t hate you just because you are black, please believe me. Give me a chance.” I couldn’t believe my own ears. Here I was begging to let these two men have there way with me. Even worse, I was begging to allow myself to service them. Then something happened. Like every defining event in ones life, one single moment begins a chain reaction and everything changes. Our eyes met. And at that moment he was no longer my tormentor, he was no longer the beast that had invaded my house. Instead, he was such a strong, dominant man. A part of me knew my life depended on it, but instead of acting out for my life, I actually felt like I wanted to prove myself to this man. “Look, I’m never going to love you. I’m probably never even going to like you. I freely admit that. But I’m not the one who wronged you here. I’m the one that’s been deceived and lied to as well. And now I’m the one willing, even eager to make up for it. I’ll get you your money, and I satisfy your appetites with my body as well. Think of my motivation as a way to get even with that asshole of a husband. Make him watch me service you and your friend. Just tell me what to do.” “Well, what do you say Buck. Seems she’s seen the ill of her ways and wants a little revenge on her worthless hubby. You thinks we ought to give her a chance?” As he spoke he continued to look me straight in the eye. I felt so vulnerable. The idea of his friend still made me ill, but somewhere inside me I wanted to prove something to this man. “If she don’t put out can I still pop her old man?” “Well?” he answered back looking at me, as if I was suppose to answer him. “Yes,” I choked it out. Not because I feared I would fail and it would cost me my husbands life. A big part of me wanted to see him popped. What he had done was so unforgivable nothing could ever be right between us. I choked out the yes because I wanted them to know I wasn’t going to fail. And more than anything I wanted to add that it was not to save his sorry ass. He smiled down at me and licked his lips. “Please… one thing?” It was worth a try. I couldn’t look him in the eye and ask, so my eyes dropped to the ground. “I’m not protected. It’s that time of the month and I don’t want to get pregnant. Please, you don’t want to do that to me, please.” He gently touched me on the chin and lifted my face up to meet his gaze. “You’re right, you do this right and we won’t knock your sorry ass up. You gonna swallow it? Gonna take it up that tight little ass of yours?” “Yes.” I didn’t know how else to answer. “Yes what? I wanna hear you say it.” “Yes you can cum in my ass, and yes I will swallow your semen.” I looked down to the ground, feeling the heat of my embarrassment growing on my face. They both started laughing, as if my humiliation was comical in some perverted way. “She wants to swallow our…. SEMEN.” Again they laughed. “Well let’s see what you got.” He let go of my hair. Without fanfare I walked across the room to where Brad was tied up. I looked down at his pathetic face and lifted his chin up so I could look him in the eye. “It works like this you little prick. I’m not doing this to save your sorry ass, I’m doing it to save mine. And maybe have a good time for once as well. And you get to watch, only one rule here. That pathetic little prick of yours gets hard and I’m gonna ask which ever of these two gentlemen is not being serviced to help curb your enthusiasm. And I’m talking about literally crushing the hard one out you, right guys?” I turned and smiled and walked back to my new master. “What should I call you?” “Names Leonard, but for right now “master” will do. You ever been topped before?” “No, what do you mean topped.” I tried to act and sound naïve and stupid. It sounded trite and I felt very self conscious lying. Having been a submissive to a strong dominant master once, several years before and not completely sure that it wasn’t a part of my being. I felt myself getting warm at the idea he knew what he was doing. Could he know what I craved, and what I wanted? What I needed? “You lie, I can see it in your eyes. You’re a born submissive. Only today, no safe words. Let’s just see how far you’ll go. Now, strip, I wanna see what I paid for.” Jennifer's Ordeal Ch. 03 I don't know how to explain it unless you can understand it. I was hypnotized by Leonard, my master. I was no longer married to Brad. He was the cause of everything in my life gone wrong. In a way I guess it was good that I was doing another's bidding, because left alone I'm sure the kind of physical cruelty inside me would have resulted in Brad's demise. Instead I was onstage. I walked across the room and turned my back as best I could to all three men. There was Brad, whom I now despised. There was Leonard, my new master, and even if I didn't want to be with him, I wanted nothing more than to make him proud. I wanted to fill his every need and desire and yet the idea of his touching me was so repulsive I thought about ending myself right there. But I knew I wouldn't, I couldn't. I sound confused and I was, but I was also resolute. And then there was Leonard, my masters, friend: the repulsive short nigger monster. A big part of me would gut him like a fish, without a second thought… and yet I also knew that my master intended on using my hatred against me. If I was going to please him, I would have to give up that part of myself for him. I don't expect anyone to understand what was going on inside me, but it was so very real. I let my head draw back, taking a deep breath, letting the situation draw me in. Anybody that has ever submitted to another knows exactly what was happening to me. I was drawing the strength from him, to submit myself to him. The walls were coming down and I was looking forward to what tasks lay before me. "Bitch is stalling dude." It was the short, ugly nigger becoming impatient." "Shut up asshole or I'll rip you a new one." Leonard was direct and out of the corner of my eye I saw him move between myself and his friend. As if to acknowledge the action I felt my fingers unbutton the button of my blouse. I turned my head and looked over my shoulder at my new master. I saw him smile a wicked grin that made me both warm and self conscious. I continued to unbutton my blouse. I was warm and I was no longer responsible for what was going to transpire. I think he knew that as well. I removed my blouse and turned around facing all three men. I was still wearing my bra. Without removing my eyes from Leonard I reached behind and unhooked my bra, letting my breasts fall free. I heard his friend whistle at my embarrassment. "Wow, would you look at them titties!" It was juvenile, it was obscene, and yet if it had come from "him" I would not have felt the humiliation that crawled across my skin. I could feel my face turning red. I couldn't look him in the eye and yet I despised his insipid little friend, so I turned and looked at Brad. His face was stone, I swear I could see drool coming out of his mouth, and yet I didn't recognize him. It was like I was out of my body, yet I knew where I was… on a journey to subspace, barely conscious of who I was or what was happening. A lump formed in my throat as I reach for and unbuckled my trousers. It was like there was an echo in the room as I pulled the zipper down and without another thought pushed my pants down past my knees. There was no need for humility now, I was past that. There was no hesitation, I stepped out of my pants, underwear and all, and stood before them naked. My stomach was tight, I needed something but I didn't know what. I suddenly became aware that my eyes were tearing. It was worse knowing what I must look like, crying like a baby, standing in front of three men, one I despised, one I wanted the worst revenge on, and one whom I could refuse nothing. And all I could do about it was cry, I felt pathetic. Leonard came over to me. I turned myself and looked into his eyes. It was fire, it was lust, it was demands, it was control. It was everything. I felt myself shake. He grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head backwards, never looking anywhere but into my soul. "You are?" he whispered in my ears. "Yours." I hissed back. "And you will refuse me?" "Nothing." I didn't mean it, I hoped he didn't expect it. My brain somehow reflected on how quickly things had transpired in the last ten minutes. Again I started to cry. I don't know if he thought it was from fear or desire, and I didn't know myself. "Are you wet?" How could I lie, I knew he would find out. I knew I was and somehow I have never felt more humiliated by the betrayal of my own body. "No." I lied, I knew I was going to be caught and a part of me knew, wanted and craved the eventual punishment I knew was coming to me. His finger drifted between my legs. He touched me with an almost electric like shock. He slid his finger into my slick sex and smiled. He didn't say anything, we both knew I had lied. I don't know why I was wet, the circumstances were beyond me. Even if I was turned on by the course of events, I wasn't the wet slut type. It took me a long time to get excited about sex. Now here I was biting my lip as he removed his finger from my honey pot. I nearly came from his invasion. He brought his finger up to my nose, the heady aroma was intoxicating. Without being told I opened my mouth and felt his cunt soaked finger on my tongue. I sucked hungrily. "That's Tommy, Tommy the nigger you despise. I want to watch you suck Tommy's cock. I want to see you coach Tommy's "semen" to coat your throat." He whispered to me. I could feel him suppress a giggle as he spoke. "No, please not that. Don't make me do that." I tried to whisper back but I felt my voice crack, I heard myself and knew everyone had heard me as well. "I'm not going to make you do it. I want you to do it. If you don't do it I'll be very disappointed in you. But if you can't, if you won't., I won't make you. The choice is yours." Again he whispered and I knew no one else could have heard what he said, what he demanded of me.