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The Obsidian Group Ch. 1

By: SpankerSam



Cynthia Kolby was a very beautiful 28-year-old white woman. Born into wealth, she had never known what it was like to have to work for a living. Her family's wealth had always protected her from the rigors of daily living. But after graduating from college, with her Master's Degree in her slim white fingers, she found out that life was not all peaches and cream. The Kolby family had owned and operated one of the more prosperous mills in Georgia. And Cynthia just knew that taking over for her ailing and aged dad would be a piece of cake. But soon after taking control and going over the books, she found that not only was the mill not prosperous, it was on the verge of bankruptcy.

Cynthia's master's degree had been in Business Administration. It didn't take her long to see that mismanagement had run the once moneymaking mill into the ground. Knowing that she had to hit the ground running, Cynthia set out to fix things right. She fired almost all of the present managers. Men who had been with the mill for years and who never allowed the old man to really know what was going on. Then she set out to find funding to update the outdated equipment. But the mill had been losing money for a long time. The books had been altered to show profitability, but the auditors at the bank soon found out the truth. Cynthia was faced with being the one who had come along to do nothing more than close the mill forever.

Having been taught to never allow others to see your inner feelings, Cynthia accepted the invitation to attend the party given by another mill owner. His mill had also been in dire financial straits. But he seemed to have found the money to upgrade his business to the point that this year he showed a profit. Thus the party! Cynthia was talking to Roseanna, the wife of the mill owner. "Roseanna! How did you ever get the money to do the things you have done? From what I heard, your husband was in just as bad financial shape as daddy is." Roseanna pulled Cynthia outside and they walked toward the pond that sat on the property.

Sitting down with their champagne glasses in hand, Roseanna told Cynthia how it had happened. "No one, and I mean no one, was willing to lend Jack the money to upgrade the mill. We were weeks short of closing our doors forever. Then someone told me about 'The Obsidian Group'." 

Cynthia looked at Roseanna. "I've never heard of them. Are they a new firm out of Atlanta?" 

Roseanna laughed. "Goodness no! They are a small group out of New York City. They lend money to industries that can't find the funding anywhere else." 

Cynthia looked a bit concerned. "They're not the Mafia or anything are they?" Roseanna laughed and the sound of her laughter filled the quiet night.

"Well, do they charge unreasonable interest rates?" Roseanna took a sip from her fluted glass. 

"No! In fact the rates they gave us were even lower than those charged by other lending institutions. But I guess they work out different rates with different people. I would suggest that you talk to them instead of your dad." Cynthia would have been the one to talk to them anyway, but the way Roseanna had said it made her curious. "Why me instead of dad?" Roseanna set her drink down and touched Cynthia's hand. "Honey! This is a group of blacks. Three brothers and a sister in fact! And you know as well as I do, your daddy would rather die than ask a black man for a dime."

Cynthia did know. She had seen the way the black men and women in her daddy's mill were treated. They never got the same pay as whites and were always passed over for promotions. The one time she had mentioned that to her father he pulled her to the side. "Baby girl! Some things are meant to be. And how those darkies are treated is one of them. You don't give no never mind to that." No! Her father would rather see the mill burn to the ground than ask a black man for water to put it out. She told Roseanna to give her the number. The very next day, she called the Obsidian Group.

Cynthia was passed from one person to the next. Each person asking for some specific information. She had to give consent for them to research her financial records. They told her that she would have her answer within a week. All week long, Cynthia had to lie to her father about what she was up to. But in his advanced age, he had left the running of the mill in her hands. Not that he was feeble, but he was old and tired of the constant rat race. Cynthia had been sitting in her office when the phone rang. "Hello Cynthia Kolby? This is Shamaria Casternet. My brothers and I would like to meet with you, in regards to your request for funding from our group. Would 2pm tomorrow be convenient for you? Good! We look forward to talking with you.

Cynthia didn't sleep well that night. The gravity of what she was about to do haunted her. If her father found out that she had gone to a black group for funding he would be very angry with her. He might even refuse to allow her to go thru with the deal. The next day, she made many excuses to be out of the office. When 2 o'clock came around, she went to the office of a well-known and respected attorney in her area. She was led into an office, and stopped dead in her tracks before the door even closed. Seated at the large conference table, were three of the most handsome Black men Cynthia had ever seen. And sitting at the head of the table was a woman who looked like one of the beautiful models Cynthia had seen in her magazines.

The attorney closed the door and the outer office became silent. "Please sit down Ms. Kolby!" the black woman stood up and walked around the table. Cynthia couldn't help but look at the graceful way she moved. Like a Black Panther, she strode across the room. She was tall for a woman. Cynthia guessed that she must have been close to 6 feet tall. And her body was so shapely; it almost appeared to have been sculptured. She was so expertly proportioned that Cynthia suddenly felt gawky and awkward. She held out a perfectly manicured hand and took Cynthia's hand in hers. Cynthia could feel the softness as she was led to a chair.

"These are my brothers. May I present Marcus." The man who stood appeared to be the oldest of the three men. He had salt and pepper hair with a short mustache. He appeared to be very well built. In fact, all three men looked as if they took very good care of themselves. Cynthia shook his hand and he sat down. "Garner!" The man seated in the middle stood and took her hand. He seemed a bit younger than his brother but carried himself with equal grace and poise. "So pleased to meet you Ms. Kolby!" His smile was so innocent and infectious; Cynthia couldn't help returning it. As she let his hand go, she heard the woman introducing the last brother.

"And this is Steven." Cynthia turned to greet the last brother. He sat appraising her. Cynthia got the impression that he was visually undressing her. She suddenly felt like a rabbit caught out in the open when the hawk flew by. She swallowed hard and stuck out her hand. As he stood and took it, Cynthia could feel the way his fingers slid up and down her hand. He smiled and Cynthia could have sworn that she had never seen whiter teeth or a prettier smile on a man in her life. But the smile didn't make her feel any more comfortable than his staring eyes did. Cynthia dropped her hand as he let it go.

"And I am Shamaria Casternet. Please sit down. Would you like a coffee, tea or a drink?" Cynthia shook her head. "No thank you." She had told herself that she would present the front of a confidant, in control woman. She may have to deal with these black people, but she would let them know that it was because she wanted to not because she needed them. "Let's get right down to the reason for this meeting. Your mill is in trouble. You would like to borrow 15 million dollars. No bank will lend you money because, for all intents and purposes, it would be a foolish risk. Your father has allowed things to run down. Almost to the point that it would be better to just allow you to shut your operation down! We could buy you out for a song, retool and reopen as a new mill. That would bring in a lot of jobs and offer you a way of saving face in this town with the money we would pay."

The blunt way her situation was thrown in her face made Cynthia swallow. She would not be the one in control of this meeting after all. "Well I wouldn't put it so bluntly! But yes, the mill is in dire financial straits. I was hoping to convince you that an investment by your group would pay big dividends in the long run." Shamaria looked down at the white woman. She smiled. This woman was about the youngest and prettiest one to ever come to them for help. Shamaria looked down at the very pretty young white woman. "And tell me Ms. Kolby, just what do you expect our help will bring you?"

At least Cynthia had done her homework. She turned to look at the brothers then back at Shamaria. "Well for one thing, with new equipment, we could double our output. This would increase the amount we could sell and export. And we could do it cheaper." Shamaria held her hand up to stop the woman. "And how would that help the black people who work for you?" The question caught Cynthia by surprise. "Why, they would benefit from all the work they would have." Shamaria nodded her head and smiled. But it wasn't a friendly smile. She looked over at her brothers. Cynthia caught the exchanged looks between them.

"I'm gonna tell you a story. That will explain how we came into being and tell you about the terms of our helping you. As kids, we watched our father and mother work in mills and factories just like yours. And just like in your mill, the blacks were always paid less than the white folks were. They had to work damn hard to send us to school. And many times they had to train young white boys who knew half as much as they did. Those boys became their bosses and treated them like shit. All over the south, the same thing happened to many black men and women. You white folks have it all and make damn sure we never get a break.

Well, as kids my brothers and I made a pact. We were gonna bust our ass in school, get the best grades and find a way to make all you "some-a bitches" pay. We studied hard and did extra work, all to find a way to get back at the white folks who broke the spirit of blacks all over the south. I have a Ph.D. in Business law. Marcus has a Ph.D. in engineering; Garner in banking and finance; and Steven has his in computer science. We became smart enough to put our plan in action. We began to form partnerships with firms that needed our expertise. And accumulated enough money to form our little financial group. We learned from you white folks that you don't need a lot of money to get ahead. Just other people who are in desperate need for the little bit you have.

We checked your family out completely. We know to the penny how much your mill is worth. We know how you pay your workers and how much. We know that your daddy is making a good show of having money when he's almost broke. We even know about the three "secret" accounts that you have squirreled away in the Bahamas." Cynthia opened her mouth in surprise. Steven spoke up as Shamaria stopped talking. "You'd be surprised at how much computers do not hide. With the right codes, you can find out anything. You have not put as much money into the workers retirement fund as you say you have. And your family has embezzled most of that."

Cynthia sat looking from one person to the other. And they all looked back at her. "I, I didn't know about the retirement funds being taken. All I concentrated on was the mill records. I swear." Shamaria looked at Cynthia. "We can help you. Like I said, we are a very small group. But we're a group with a lot of resources. You can't get a loan from anyone else. And the amount you are asking for is almost twice what your mill is worth. We offer two types of contracts. Both are 60/40. With one, we offer you the money but we own 60% of your business. Oh, we allow you to continue to run it and keep appearances of ownership. But that is just so that we can do business with people, who won't deal with blacks fairly. The rates are slightly higher than other lending institutions would give you. But then no other institution will lend you money."

Cynthia sat there listening to the woman. This would give her the money she needed, but in the end, she would lose her business. And there was no way that daddy could live with that. Losing the business to black people would kill him. No! Doing things that way would only lead to him finding out. And in the end, she would own nothing. All these things ran thru her mind. But wait! The woman had said that they did two kinds of loans. What did the other one detail? She looked up and found Shamaria looking down into her face. There was an air of expectancy about the woman that Cynthia found somewhat unsettling.

"You said that you did two types of loans. The first one would leave me with nothing. Or at least in a situation where I didn't control anything. So what is the second type of loan that you make?" Cynthia sat there looking at Shamaria. The woman began to smile. "Well to tell you the truth, after talking with you, I don't think that the other type of loan would interest you. You see, being a small independent group, such as we are, we can tailor our loan conditions in very unorthodox ways. Some of our clients find that this meets conditions that they can live with. I know what was going thru your mind as you sat there thinking. There is no way your daddy would allow you to enter into a loan agreement with us. He hates blacks with a passion. Am I right Ms. Kolby?"

Cynthia felt like a helpless animal. Being herded in the direction the hunter wanted her to go. But she didn't have any options left to bargain with. She tried to put on her best smile. "Why don't you lay it out on the table and let me be the judge of what would suit me?" Shamaria smiled at the woman. "One thing I like about you already. You do have a pair of balls for a white woman." Cynthia watched as Shamaria looked at each of her brothers. Each one nodded in turn and then Shamaria turned to look at Cynthia again.

Shamaria sat down and crossed her long shapely legs. Cynthia couldn't help but look as the short skirt the woman wore rode up higher on her thighs. Shamaria didn't fail to notice. "You need 15 million dollars just to be able to pay all your debts, replace the stolen money into the retirement account before it's exposed and keep your factory running in the hopes of turning things around." Cynthia nodded her head in agreement. Although she didn't know just how much money would have to be replaced in the retirement account. "Well we would be able to offer you not only that much, but an additional 10 million dollars, along with all the expertise that our group controls.

This will help you retool, computerize many parts of your mill work and open up many markets that you may not have had access to. But before you answer that you would like this type of loan, there is a very big catch that goes with it." Cynthia could only imagine what she would have to give up for what they offered. The two women looked at each other. The men sitting on the side were forgotten for the moment. This was a challenge between two lionesses, for the control of the pride. And even though Cynthia knew that Shamaria had control of the situation, she would show this black bitch that white women knew how to do business also.

"Ok Ms. Casternet! Let's put all the cards on the table. You have a deal to make. I need that deal. What are we talking about here?" Shamaria Casternet had done many deals in her professional career. And many of them had the clients begging and pleading for the money she controlled. But this white bitch had a stubborn pride that needed to be broken. And Shamaria sat it as a challenge, that she be the one to break it. "Ok Ms. Kolby! We will loan your mill 25 million dollars. The loan agreement will consist of you repaying the loan plus interest. The interest will be 2% lower than bank prime. We gain a 40% ownership in your mill. This is done thru many different "white" corporations."

Cynthia felt her heart begin to beat faster. 25 million dollars was more than she could have ever worked up the nerve to ask for. Why, with that amount, she would be able to increase her production to rival the mill that Roseanna's husband ran. Shamaria hide the wolfish smile she felt. If they had been playing poker, she would have taken this poor girl for everything. Nobody should ever be that transparent. Cynthia was about to jump at the chance when Shamaria held up her hand. "Before you say another word, Cynthia, don't think that we are in the business of just giving money away. This agreement comes with a hefty price attached."

Cynthia thought to herself, 'how much could they ask for". She looked up at Shamaria. "So what do I have to do to get this loan, give you my first born?" She laughed and smiled at the brothers sitting there. But when they did not smile back, her smile disappeared. She looked back up at Shamaria. Shamaria smiled down at her. "No Cynthia, not your first born! But for the next year, once a month, you will submit to myself and my brothers." Cynthia looked at Shamaria dumbfounded. "Submit to you and your brothers? What do you mean?" Shamaria sat down and when she did, her skirt rose up even more on her shapely black thighs. Cynthia's eyes stared at them then she looked up into Shamaria's face. But the woman had caught her stare.

Shamaria sat back in the chair and from her posture, her tits were thrust forward. Cynthia could feel the brother's eyes on her as her eyes locked onto Shamaria's eyes. "Yes! Submit! Once a month, for a whole week, you will present yourself to one of us. And for that week, you will do everything that we want you to. To put it plainly, you will become a slave once a month for a week." Shamaria sat back and smiled at Cynthia. The young white girl didn't know what to say. Then her mouth worked open and closed. "You're asking me to become a whore, a prostitute to each of you?" Marcus stood up and his movement made Cynthia turn to face him.

"Ms. Kolby! In life, people are either whores, prostitutes or pimps. We all start out as whores or prostitutes. Doing what is asked of us or what we're told to get where we are. And I don't know of any prostitute that gets paid 25 million dollars for the use of her body. Oh we won't do anything to you to hurt you. And we won't make you do things that would embarrass you to others. You will not be allowed to discuss the things that take place, while you are with us. Unless it is with one of us! But think of it Cynthia, you will be able to save your father's mill, become very successful and rich in the bargain. Not many women will ever get that chance in life."

Cynthia's mind was racing. She looked at Shamaria. "Is that what you did with Roseanne?" Shamaria smiled. "What takes place with a client is strictly confidential. And most clients don't know who other clients are. You and Roseanna know of each other only thru her sending you to us. But you will never discuss what takes place not even with Roseanna. Nor will she talk to you about what took place with her. So Cynthia! What is your answer? Will you avail yourself of this opportunity? Or will you sit back and watch your father's mill become ours totally?"

Cynthia didn't know whether she should laugh in their face or tell them to go to hell and stalk out. "Ah, I need time to think about this. This is the strangest deal I've even heard of. You want me to become your slave once a week for a month. Submit to your whims and desires, and for that, I get to use your money!" Shamaria smiled at Cynthia. "You have that exactly right! And I will give you 24 hours to think about it." Shamaria took a card from her pocket and handed it to Cynthia. "When you decide, call this number. Just give them the answer and hang up. One of us will contact you after that."


The Obsidian Group Ch. 1



With that, the brothers stood up. Shamaria smiled at Cynthia and the four of them left the office. Cynthia sat in silence. Then in a fog, she rose to her feet. When she went out into the outer offices, the rooms were empty. Cynthia spent a restless day. And when night fell, she tossed and turned in her attempt to sleep. Her dreams were filled with scenes of her performing sex acts. And the people that she performed these acts with were Shamaria and her brothers. At one point, Cynthia woke up screaming. And she found that not only was she drenched iin sweat, she had a large spot of crème between her thighs, staining her sheets.

As she sat in her kitchen sipping her coffee, she ran thru everything that had happened to her in the last 24 hours. Then she thought of her father. He was so proud, so headstrong! How would she tell him that he had lost the only thing that had meant anything to him? The effect on him would be devastating! That helped her make up her mind. She walked to her bedroom and went thru her pocketbook. When she didn't find the card, she panicked. Cynthia searched thru her clothes, her car and was about to dress and go to her office when she remembered. Cynthia went to her night table, pulled the drawer open and saw the card sitting there. With trembling hands she dialed the number.

"State your name and the answer!" That was all that the person on the other line said. Cynthia stammered! "Hell, hello! This is Cynthia kolby and my answer is yes." With that, the phone disconnected. Cynthia set the phone in the cradle and realized that her hands were shaking. All day long she jumped whenever the phone rang. By the day's end, she was a wreck. Cynthia had drunk about half a bottle of wine, and was just dropping off to sleep when the phone rang. "Hello?" She was surprised that her voice slurred. "Hello Cynthia! This is Shamaria Casternet. We will have the paperwork ready for you to sign tomorrow. I will deliver the papers personally. And I will be the person you will spend your first week with. Enjoy your sleep, Ms. Kolby! By this time tomorrow, you will be a very rich woman." The phone disconnected. 



The Obsidian Group Ch. 2



Early Saturday morning, Cynthia sat in the big limousine and stared out the darkened window. What had she agreed to? Her orders and that was how she saw them, orders, were to pack a small bag. She was to tell everyone that she was going away for a week, to work some things out. With the trouble that the mill was in, no one thought that too strange. The bright sun belied the dark feelings that she held within her. The mansion almost took Cynthia's breath away, as the car made the slow ride up the long winding driveway. How much money did this family have if the sister could own a house like this? The chauffeur opened the door for her and tipped his hat as she exited the car. The maid met her at the door and took her bag and hat. Then Cynthia was led into a large library.

Cynthia walked in and was in awe at the collection of books that lined the shelves. Then she saw Shamaria sitting in an overstuffed leather chair. She was dressed in a black suit. But the skirt was so short that Cynthia could not see the woman ever wearing it outside the house. Shamaria smiled at Cynthia as the woman approached her. Then she stood up. Cynthia almost gasped at the sight. She knew that Shamaria had long shapely legs but the short skirt showed them off to the hilt. And the high heels that the woman wore made her look even more alluring. Shamaria walked towards Cynthia and the walk was as sexy and provocative as the white girl had ever seen. Shamaria reminded her of sleek Black Panther. Power! Grace! And a body rippling with unbridled passion.

"Hello Cynthia! I fixed you a drink. I wanted us to get started on a nice comfortable note." The tall black woman held the drink out to the young white girl. "Do you know why I insisted that you visit me first?" Cynthia looked at the woman's face. "This wasn't a visit! You ordered me to come here first!" Shamaria smiled at the woman's indignant voice. "Say the word and we will call this off. Of course you will have to return the contract, loaning your company the 25 million. But hey, that's business!" Cynthia knew that she was lost. She bent her head. "No! I don't know why you asked me to visit you first." Cynthia took the drink offered to her and sat down.

Shamaria smiled and took a seat facing the woman. "My brothers are sweet, but their sexual appetites tend to wander. One really enjoys oral sex! He will eat your tender pussy for hours and expect you to service his hard dick until your jaw locks up. The other one seems to be able to fuck for hours. But his true passion and satisfaction comes from giving a good over the knee spanking. And then there is the third brother. He is addicted to anal sex. He has almost made ass-fucking an art form. I won't tell you which is which. You will have to find that out for yourself. But me, I enjoy the pleasures that only two women can enjoy. And in a way, it is my job to prepare you for what my brothers will put you through. Have you ever been with another woman, Cynthia?" Cynthia looked at this beautiful black woman. She sipped her drink to hide her expression. Then knowing that she would never be able to fake it, she looked at Shamaria. 

"No! I've seen two women licking each other's pussies. I walked in on my roommate once. But I found it quite disgusting." Shamaria smiled. "Well then I guess that I will have a lot to teach you. You do remember, that part of the agreement was that you obey the orders given to you?" Cynthia looked down at her feet. The powerful presence of the black woman intimidated her. "Yes, I remember!" Shamaria stood up and walked to the chair Cynthia sat in. She reached down and cupped the young white girl's face. Tilting her head so that Cynthia was looking up at her, she smiled down at her. "You really are a very beautiful woman." Shamaria took the drink from Cynthia's hands. "Stand up and let me get a good look at you."

Cynthia stood up and stepped away from the chair. Shamaria held her hand and led her to the middle of the room. Then the black woman walked completely around her. "Remove your clothes please?" Cynthia was shocked. "Right here? Now? One of your servants may come in." Shamaria smiled at Cynthia, then picked up the phone. Cynthia didn't hear what was said, but Shamaria was smiling when she set it down. The door opened and a maid walked in. This one, was a different maid than the one who had opened the door for Cynthia. That woman was middle aged. This maid was young, tall and very beautiful.

"Candace! Would you remove your clothes please?" The maid smiled. "Certainly, Ms Casternet!" Cynthia watched as the maid stripped naked. Shamaria walked over to the maid and cupped one of her firm pointed tits. The maid smiled and closed her eyes. Cynthia looked on in shock as Shamaria took the brown nipple into her mouth and sucked it. The maid sighed, but her sighs turned to moans as Shamaria's hand found her bald pussy. Shamaria turned to Cynthia. "In this house, everything and everyone belongs to me. When you signed the papers and took our deal, you became a part of this house for one week. You may dress, Candace." 

The maid looked from Shamaria to Cynthia and smiled. "Yes Ms Casternet!" Candace put back on the maid's uniform that she had come in with. Then without a glance at Cynthia, walked out the room, closing the door. Cynthia noticed that there was no bra or panty as part of the uniform. Shamaria turned back to Cynthia. "Remove your clothes!" This time the voice was cold and hard. And Cynthia, a bit afraid now, began to remove her clothes. When she finished undressing and stood before Shamaria, Cynthia had never felt so naked or exposed. She wanted to cover herself, but knew better than to try. Besides, which would she hide, her pointed nipples or her slightly damp pussy. Watching Shamaria suck the black maid's tit had gotten her wet. Shamaria walked around the woman and examined her as if she were examining livestock.

"Mmmm! I'm going to enjoy teaching you the finer points of woman to woman sexual pleasure." Shamaria reached out and gently stroked one of Cynthia's tits. Cynthia shivered involuntarily, but felt shamed when her nipples began to harden. Shamaria led Cynthia over to the chaise lounge. Laying the woman down, Shamaria sat in a chair next to her. Shamaria sat close enough to allow her to constantly stroke Cynthia's body. "You will answer the questions that I ask you. Understood!" Cynthia could do nothing but nod her head. Shamaria stroked her fingertips along Cynthia's body. Cynthia didn't move until the fingertips touched her mound.

Cynthia's hands grabbed the sides of the lounger with a grip so hard her knuckles turned white. Shamaria laughed softly. "You keep your pussy hair trimmed neatly. I was afraid that I would have to have one of the maids trim you. Now Cynthia, do you play with your pussy?" Cynthia felt the black woman pressing her thighs open. "Sometimes." Shamaria stroked up and down Cynthia's slit. "Do you use your fingers or do you have a toy?" Cynthia felt her body shiver as the black woman's finger slowly pushed into her. "Both! I use both!" Shamaria's finger stroked Cynthia's clit. No matter how much she wanted to resist, Cynthia's body betrayed her.

Shamaria shifted to give herself better access to Cynthia's pussy. She began to slowly finger the white girl's already wet pussy. "Can you take it in both holes?" Cynthia felt her face flush red. She had recently started inserting her finger up her ass as she fucked her pussy. But it seemed so nasty; she was always ashamed, even as she came. "No!" Cynthia had her eyes closed but they opened with shock and surprise. Shamaria had smacked her right on her pussy. The slap shocked her and the sting made her cry out. "Don't lie to me, Cynthia! Don't ever lie to me!" Shamaria had slapped her sharply right on the lips of her pussy. Cynthia began to stammer. "I…I…I only did it a few times. I used my finger."

Shamaria stood up and walked to the desk. She picked up the phone and said a few words into it. Then she hung up and walked up to Cynthia. "Remember your promise! Do not resist!" The door opened and Cynthia placed her hands over her tits and cunt. The same pretty maid that had disrobed entered the room. Shamaria looked at the woman. "Candace! Use your talented tongue and show Cynthia how good it can feel." Candace smiled at Shamaria and walked to the lounge. She knelt down between Cynthia's thighs. Cynthia shook her head no. "Please don't?" Candace smiled at her. "Relax, Cynthia! This will just help relax you."

When she felt the black maid's hot breath, Cynthia tried to pull herself higher up on the lounge. But Candace grabbed her around the thighs and pulled her down while opening her even wider. Shamaria grabbed Cynthia's wrist and held them above her head. Cynthia gasped as she felt the tongue begin to stroke her pussy lips. She whimpered and tried to get loose but the two women held her tight. Cynthia had seen women make love. She had watched her roommate at college more than once. But when the girl had approached her, the idea turned her stomach. But the tongue that Candace was using on her seemed so long. It was making her feel so excited.

Before long, Cynthia was pushing her hips up to meet the black woman's thrusting tongue. Her whimpers turned to moans. And her moans soon turned to pleas for more. Candace knew just how to lick a pussy. And she brought Cynthia to the very edge without allowing her to cross over. When Candace finally stood up, Cynthia was begging the woman not to stop. Then she screamed. While she was in the throes of passion, her wrist and ankles had been shackled to the lounge. Cynthia, her eyes wild with fear mixed with passion and lust looked up at Shamaria. The beautiful black woman smiled down at her. Then she bent her head and kissed Cynthia on the lips.

Cynthia tried to turn her head but Shamaria held her head tight. Then Cynthia felt a pair of lips on her tits. The finger that stroked her pussy made her push her hips in the air. She gave in to the kiss. Shamaria kissed the white woman passionately. Then broke the kiss off and walked over to her desk. She picked up her glass and sipped as she watched Cynthia. Candace walked over to Shamaria and began to slowly undress the woman. If Cynthia thought that Shamaria was beautiful clothed, she was a goddess when her clothes were removed. And Shamaria's pussy was completely shaved.

Candace knelt before the woman. Cynthia watched as Shamaria spread her thighs wide. Candace began to slowly service Shamaria. The changing expressions on Shamaria's face showed the stages of her growing excitement. But just like she had done to Cynthia, Candace brought Shamaria to the edge but wouldn't let her go over it. Then Cynthia's eyes grew even wider. Shamaria turned around and bent over the desk. Candace spread the woman's cheeks and began to attack the black puckered hole with her tongue. Cynthia gasped as she saw just how long Candace's tongue was. It must have come out the woman's mouth at least 5 inches. And Candace worked it in and out of Shamaria's asshole with ease.

Shamaria was moaning and humping her ass back at her black maid. Cynthia heard the woman begging and pleading for more. But Candace only teased her more. Then Candace got up and changed places with Shamaria. Shamaria did to Candace what Candace had done to her. Only the pleas of Candace were much more intense. Shamaria attacked Candace's asshole but her tongue wasn't half as long as the maid's tongue was. Candace was screaming that she was about to cum when Shamaria stopped. Cynthia watched as Shamaria walked slowly to her. Shamaria had the soft sexy stride of a hunting cat. Shamaria bent her head, and kissed Cynthia again. The scent of sex was all over the black woman's mouth. But Cynthia was afraid to resist. The throbbing in her pussy intensified with the kiss.

Candace hadn't moved from her position over the desk. Shamaria smiled at Cynthia as she walked back over to the desk. Cynthia gasped as Shamaria took a bunch of straps from the desk drawer. Shamaria slipped the straps on and then attached a dildo to the patch that covered her cunt. Cynthia had heard of strapons, but had never actually seen one. Shamaria slipped a condom over the shaft. Then she took some Vaseline and covered the condom. Candace smiled as she reached behind her and spread her cheeks wide. Cynthia gasped and Candace grunted as Shamaria pushed the dildo up Candace's asshole. Then grabbing the woman by the hips, she slowly fucked her. 

Candace slowly pushed back until she was holding onto the edge of the desk with her hands. Candace was moaning and humping her ass to Shamaria's pumping hips. "Yes, Ms! Fuck me, Ms! Oh deeper! Harder!" Candace's cries were growing louder. Shamaria picked up what looked like a ball. She shoved it into Candace's mouth. Cynthia could now only hear muffled cries from the maid. Shamaria began to really fuck into the girl's soft ass. Suddenly, Candace straightened a bit. Her head threw back and a long muffled scream was all that was heard. Then the maid collapsed on the desk. She groaned as Shamaria pulled the dildo from her ass. After a few minutes, the maid stood up and removed the gag.

Maid and Mistress kissed a long passionate kiss. Then unsnapping the dildo, Shamaria handed it to the maid. Stripping off the condom, Candace smiled as she walked from the room. Shamaria was drenched in sweat. Another maid, this time the older one that had answered the door came in with a towel. Smiling at Cynthia, she walked over and toweled Shamaria dry. Then she left the room. Shamaria sat before Cynthia. "I hope I didn't frighten you? I needed to take the edge off. Otherwise I might have hurt you. But now I can take my time and begin to instruct you properly. The first thing you will learn is how to lick my pussy."

Shamaria stroked Cynthia's soft skin. "Eating pussy is a lot like enjoying an ice cream cone. You have to make your tongue hard and lick it with the tip. And you don't just lick into the slit. You lick around the lips. Tease the pussy with your tongue. Don't just lick the clit when your tongue finds it. Circle the clit the way a lover's tongue would circle your nipple. Do you understand me, Cynthia?" Restrained the way she was, Cynthia knew that she had no choice but to comply. She nodded her head yes. Shamaria bent down and kissed her. Knowing what was expected of her, Cynthia kissed the woman back.

Shamaria stood over the lounge with her thighs straddling the chair. Cynthia looked up directly into the woman's smooth pussy. Then Shamaria began to slowly lower herself. When her pussy was directly above Cynthia's mouth she stopped. "Now Cynthia, start out slowly. And remember what I told you." Cynthia could smell the strong scent of Shamaria's heated sex. But the smell was not unpleasant. And Cynthia had never seen a pussy this close before. She swallowed hard, then stuck her tongue out. When the tip touched skin, she sucked it back in her mouth. "Do it baby! Don't be afraid." Cynthia slowly licked Shamaria's outer lips. The woman's pussy lips were swollen.

Shamaria sighed as Cynthia repeatedly licked her lips. Up and down then from side to side the tongue tip worked. "That's it! Now lick up and down the slit. Oh baby! That feels so good!" Cynthia couldn't help the small smile she smiled. Shamaria's pussy was getting so wet. "Now Cynthia, suck my lips into your mouth." And the more of the black woman's juice she tasted, the more Cynthia wanted. Cynthia was taking long slow licks from the bottom of Shamaria's slit to the top. Then Shamaria shifted her hips. Cynthia stopped as the black woman pulled her cheeks open. "Don't stop, Cynthia! Do my ass the same way!" Cynthia couldn't bring herself to lick the black woman's asshole. It was just too nasty for her.

Suddenly her pussy exploded with pain. Cynthia screamed! Shamaria had slapped her hard directly on her pussy. "Do it bitch!" Another slap, and another scream from Cynthia. "Do it now!" Tears of pain streamed down Cynthia's face. Sobbing, she stuck her tongue out and closed her eyes. Shamaria's ass didn't smell any different than her cunt did. "Don't make me hurt you Cynthia! You will do as I tell you to! We promised not to damage you, but I can make you hurt in ways you can't imagine." Cynthia opened her eyes. She was staring directly up at Shamaria's puckered hole. But she knew that she had no choice.

Sticking her tongue out, she slowly licked up and down the black woman's crack. But her tongue wouldn't touch that unnatural hole. Each time, she would lick around it but never touch it. "Oh Cynthia! Don't tease me baby! I need to feel your tongue on my ass. I want to feel it push in my ass." Hearing the way Shamaria begged her excited Cynthia. Taking a deep breath, Cynthia stiffened her tongue and pushed it into the tight puckered hole. Shamaria moaned. Feeling a novice working on her always excited her more than a woman who knew what she was doing did. "Oh Cynthia! Oh baby! Yes! Just like that!"

Cynthia was slowly stabbing her tongue in and out of the black woman's asshole. Her only wish was that her hands were free. She wanted to touch that shaved pussy with her fingers. Stroke it the way Shamaria had stroked hers. Shamaria smiled when she heard the white woman whimper. She began to slowly work her hips back and forth. And Cynthia worked hard to keep her tongue tip touching Shamaria's hole. Then Shamaria shifted again and her pussy was before Cynthia's tongue. And Cynthia attacked it with a passion. Shamaria began to hump her pussy up and down. And Cynthia tried to get more and more of the woman.

Her hot creamy juices dribbled down into Cynthia's mouth. And Cynthia sucked and swallowed all that Shamaria gave her. Shamaria smiled at the quick change in the young white girl. Shamaria bent over and began to lick Cynthia's stomach. Lower and lower she licked her tongue until she touched the trimmed bush of Cynthia's pussy. Cynthia's hips bucked and thrashed as the young white girl tried to push her pussy higher for Shamaria to lick. Shamaria lifted her hips up and she could hear Cynthia's moans and cries. She licked across the white lips and with each swipe of her tongue, Cynthia moaned.

"Yes Shamaria! Please? Lick my pussy! Oh, your pussy tastes so sweet! Let me lick it again. Let me hold you. Let me touch you! Please! Oh please! Make me cum. I need it! I want it!" Shamaria stood up. She walked around getting the kinks out of her thighs from squatting so long. Looking at Cynthia, the girl's eyes followed her around the room. Shamaria walked over to the lounger and unsnapped Cynthia's ankle restraints. Then she knelt at the foot of the lounger. Pushing Cynthia's thighs up into the air, Shamaria watched the white pussy open up. Cynthia's pussy lips were swollen with her lust.

When she felt Shamaria's lips stroking her sensitive lips, Cynthia cried out. "Lick it! Lick my pussy! Yes! Oh Shamaria!" Shamaria lifted up and looked down at the withering woman. "So you like what a woman's tongue can do to you. Huh?" Cynthia opened her eyes and looked at the black beauty. "Why did you stop!" Her voice was high and demanding. Shamaria laughed as she slowly fingered the white open pussy. Cynthia bit her lip and ground her hips to get more. "Want more, Cynthia? You have to ask for it." With her middle finger slowly working into Cynthia's pussy, Shamaria's thumb found her clit.

Cynthia's body arched up off the lounger. Shamaria's eyes narrowed. "I want to hear you beg for it. Say it you nasty white bitch! Tell me you want it!" Cynthia her body burning with lust, her eyes blazing with sexual madness, looked into Shamaria's eyes. "Please Shamaria? Lick my juicy white pussy. I've never had a woman, let alone a black woman lick my pussy before! You know you want it! That's why you give deals to white companies. Come suck it! You love the taste. Admit it Shamaria!" Shamaria looked down at the white girl. Then burst into laughter. "Oh Cynthia! You're not such a dumb white cunt after all. But you're wrong."




The Obsidian Group Ch. 2



Shamaria slipped her finger from Cynthia's pussy. Cynthia watched as the black woman sucked her finger clean. Then Shamaria slid her hand beneath Cynthia's soft buttocks. Cynthia gasped as the finger slowly burrowed into her cheeks. When it found her hole she groaned. "It's not fucking all you white sluts that turns me on. It's turning you all into white sluts that love to be used by my brothers and me. And like all the rest, you'll be coming back to get more." Shamaria pushed her finger into Cynthia's asshole. Cynthia's eyes grew wide and her mouth opened. Shamaria laughed. "My! Your ass is full! I will have to make sure that I give you a good cleaning before my tongue touches you again."

Slowly she fingered Cynthia's super-sensitive asshole. And Cynthia reacted the same way she reacted when she played with it herself. She humped her ass, grunting with each thrust. "Please! Please! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Each word exploded from her lips with a thrust of her hips. "You nasty slut! Look at you! Humping your shit filled ass, begging this black woman to fuck you! Beg me I said!" Cynthia cried out when the finger slipped from her ass. Shamaria held it up and Cynthia could see how soiled it was. Her shame was great but not as great as her need. "Please Shamaria! Please fuck me! Please make me cum! I need to cum so bad! I'll do what you want. Anything! Just make me cum! Please baby! Please, you sweet black princess."

Shamaria smiled as she bent her head. Pushing Cynthia's legs over her shoulders to hold them in place, she licked up and down Cynthia's soaked slit. Then her finger found Cynthia's asshole again. This time she attacked the young white girl's pussy with a passion. Cynthia screamed, humping her pussy up into Shamaria's face. Shamaria's long thin finger worked hard and deep in and out of Cynthia's asshole. And that along with her hard sucking on the girl's tender clit took her over the edge. Cynthia let loose a blood-curdling scream. She had never cum so hard. Then she screamed again. 

Cynthia screamed and screamed. But Shamaria wouldn't stop. Suddenly Cynthia struggled and tried to dislodge the woman. Then she collapsed as her bladder emptied. And Shamaria continued to suck her. Cynthia whimpered as the woman continued to drain her. She had never felt so spent in her life. But deep within her body, the stirrings of desire slowly began to build anew. Every bone in her body hurt. She was openly crying when Shamaria lifted her head. Then the black woman climbed up her body. Cynthia kissed her with a desperate desire. When her hands were released, she wrapped them around Shamaria and held her tight. 

"That's my sweet white baby! Shamaria is gonna take good care of you. You want me to, don't you, Cynthia?" Unable to help herself, Cynthia nodded her head yes. "No baby! I need to hear you say it." Cynthia swallowed hard. Her mind wanted to shout "No", but her body ruled her emotions. And after the climax Shamaria has just given her, she knew she wanted more. "Please take care of me Shamaria! I really want you to!" Shamaria lifted her head and looked into Cynthia's eyes. Then she smiled and kissed the woman. Their tongues danced and darted between each other's lips. Shamaria smiled as she stood up. She walked to the desk and came back with a thin black strap. She placed it around Cynthia's neck then clipped a long leash to it. Cynthia felt she had hit the bottom of degradation. With her head hung low, Cynthia was led from the library.

Every servant, men and women stood outside the door as Cynthia was led up the stairs to Shamaria's bedroom. Shamaria walked like the rich bitch, tall and proud, taking her pet out for a walk. And Cynthia wanted to die of shame. The smirks on the black men and women's faces as she walked by, stripped her pride from her. By the time the door closed behind them, Cynthia was weeping openly. Shamaria kissed the tears from her eyes. "Don't weep my sweet pet. You are not the first white woman who has made that walk of shame." Cynthia looked up at he. "Why did you do that to me?" Shamaria held the woman tight. 

"My grandmother told me a story once. Back in the days when black people had no say so about what happened to them, she was forced to parade thru a room full of white men. They paraded her naked thru the room as the men hooted and cheered. Then the men took turns fucking her. She knew that there was nothing she could do and no one would help her. I don't allow the men to fuck you, but I will parade you around them. To in some way, make my grandmother smile at your shame! You'll get used to it, Cynthia. They all do!" Shamaria unsnapped the collar from Cynthia's neck and dropped it to the rug. Then she led the girl into the bathroom. The tub was big enough for a few people. But they were the only ones to get in it.

Shamaria held Cynthia in her arms as the two women soaked in the hot water. Shamaria whispered words of passion into Cynthia's ear as she slowly stroked the fires of lust in the white girl. Then the door opened. Two maids walked in. both were young and very pretty. Cynthia had not seen these two before. But they undressed, climbed into the tub and began to wash the two women. First they washed Shamaria. Taking their time, they lovingly washed her. Then they turned their attention to Cynthia. By the time they were through, Cynthia was excited again. The two maids led her to the bed. A large fluffy towel had been spread out over the sheets.

One of the maids came inside holding a hot water bottle with a long white nozzle. They lay Cynthia on her side. One leg was stretched out while the other was bent at the knee. Cynthia whimpered as the maid spread her cheeks and slowly pushed the nozzle into her ass. Shamaria sat next to the woman and stroked her face and hair. When the warm soapy water began to flow into her, Cynthia cried. But Shamaria rubbed her stomach as it filled and bulged outward. "Easy baby! This will feel uncomfortable but I want you clean." The more she filled up, the more Cynthia whimpered. And it felt like the flow would never stop.

"Please! I can't take any more. I need to go to the bathroom. I'm gonna have an accident! Oh Shamaria! Why do you shame me so?" Shamaria smiled at the woman. "There is no shame in being clean for your lover. I take an enema each morning." The flow stopped. Then Cynthia felt something hard being pushed into her ass. She started. "It's only a butt plug, my pet. That will keep you from having an accident." Cynthia felt more hands rubbing her body. The maids were applying lotion to her. And the way they worked it into her tits soon had the girl moaning. Her stomach cramped and she cried out in pain. The maids led her to the bathroom. To her shame, they held her as she emptied. Then they stood with her in the shower.

Fresh and clean, Cynthia was led back to the big king-sized bed. Shamaria had changed into a silky see-thru outfit. The maids dressed Cynthia in a similar outfit. Then handed her a drink when she was comfortably propped up next to Shamaria. Cynthia was a much more subdued woman than she was when she first walked in. And Shamaria smiled at the change. So quickly these sheltered women fell into place. "You think me a cruel harsh woman, don't you Cynthia?" Fearing to answer truthfully at first, Cynthia turned to look at Shamaria. Then, seeing the way she was studied, she knew that she could give this woman only the truth. "Yes!" Cynthia said the word with her head down, not looking into Shamaria's face. Shamaria lifted her chin until they looked eye to eye.

"No one ever lies to me in this house. I warned you. And no one holds back the things they want to say. Sometimes I am very cruel. If you had been subject to the humiliation and indignities that most blacks have, you would be cruel also. But I temper my cruelty with passion and lust. You have only felt the beginning of what you will endure while you are with me. There are so many things we will share." Shamaria turned Cynthia's face to her. As her eyes closed and her face drew closer, Cynthia bent to receive the kiss. So soft and tender at first, the kiss grew more and more demanding. Until the young white girl lay moaning beneath the black woman. "You're such a hot little bitch! Oh Cynthia! I'm gonna enjoy you for a whole week. And by the next time you come to me, you will be eager for my touch again."

That statement shocked the young girl. Suddenly, she remembered that next month; she would be the slave of one of the brothers. Shamaria laughed softly. "Just remembered the rest of your deal? I promise you that the pleasure you experience with my brothers will be as enjoyable as your pleasure with me." With that, Shamaria lay the young girl down and opened her negligee. Slowly circling the pink tipped nipples with her tongue, she soon had Cynthia's chest heaving. Then she slowly worked her way down the girl's body. At Cynthia's inverted navel, Shamaria stopped. Cynthia, her eyes shut tight, clenched the bed sheets in her fist. She opened them to look when Shamaria didn't continue.

"Has anyone ever drained you like I did, before?" Cynthia knew what the woman was asking and her face turned scarlet red. Shamaria was asking her if any man had ever sucked her pussy while she pissed in his mouth. "No! That would be too nasty! I could never do anything like that!" Shamaria laughed and her laughter was soft and sweet. She patted Cynthia's white thighs softly. "But you did my pet. You filled my mouth over and over and I loved the taste. And you will learn to love it also." Cynthia was in shock. There were limits to the things that Cynthia would allow herself to do. And drinking piss wasn't one of them. "I'm sorry Shamaria! I know that I promised to obey your orders, but that I can not, will not do." 

Shamaria smiled as she slowly pushed Cynthia's thighs in the air. When her tongue licked the now pink slit, Cynthia gasped. "Are you sure? You never know what you will do in the heat of lust. Don't be ashamed. Black women were forced to submit to white men and endure all kinds of perverse things. And many white women have grown accustomed to the taste. We shall see." Shamaria brought Cynthia to the very edge but stopped just short of allowing the girl to cum. By the third time, Cynthia was begging and pleading, promising anything for release. But still Shamaria denied her. Shamaria sat on the side of the bed and touched the intercom. "Candace will you come to my room please?"

Candace entered the room after knocking. Shamaria sat smiling at the pretty black maid. And Cynthia didn't fail to notice that Candace's eyes lingered on her body, lying so wantonly exposed. Shamaria had refused to allow her to cover herself in any way. "Yes Ms Casternet?" Shamaria smiled at her. "It seems that my new white pet thinks that drinking from me is too nasty for her taste. Would you enlighten her for me?" Candace walked to the edge of the bed and after giving Cynthia's pussy a staring look, looked up into the girl's face. "Many people mistakenly believe that urine is nasty. But to tell you the truth, urine is nothing more than the filtered liquid waste of the body. Almost every vitamin supplement you can name has urine as part of its formula. Most mothers washed their baby's faces in their wet diapers before the invention of pampers. It's only when it is allowed to stay stagnant and for the bacteria to grow that it even has an odor. Unless it's the cause of an imbalance in the body chemistry or some medicine you're taking. I've come to enjoy the taste very much."

Cynthia knew some of what the woman said from her chemistry lessons. But it was the idea that made her reject it. "Candace! Would you like to show Cynthia how much you enjoy it?" The maid smiled and Cynthia smiled back at her. Then Candace dropped to her knees before Shamaria. Shamaria ordered Cynthia to stand next to the woman so that she could watch. Leaning back, propped up on her elbows, Shamaria looked down between her thighs as Candace began to lick and suck her pussy. "Oh yes, Candace! Mistress is going to fill you up. You know what I need." Candace looked up at Cynthia and smiled. Then her hand slipped beneath Shamaria's hips. Shamaria opened her thighs wider and bent her knees. 

"Oh yes! Finger my asshole. Harder! Deeper! Oh you bitch! Get ready! Oh shit! Here it comes! Drink it all! Drink it!' Candace pulled back enough for Cynthia to see the first shot streak into her mouth. Then she attached her lips to Shamaria's cunt and Cynthia saw her throat work, as the maid sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed. Shamaria cried out and bucked her hips hard until with a long sigh, she gently pushed the maid's head away. Candace had the look of being in a stupor as she stood up. "Candace! Tell James and Harvey that they should satisfy you. I know what this always does to you." As Candace walked from the room, Shamaria looked at Cynthia. Seeing the puzzled look on the white woman's face, Shamaria smiled.

Picking up a remote, she clicked it. A wall slid up revealing a big screen. Then the picture of a bed appeared. Candace walked into the room, followed by two handsome muscular men. After nearly ripping their clothes off Candace sucked each man's dick for awhile. Then one man got on the bed with his legs hanging off the side. Candace straddled him and the camera caught the guy's dick going up her ass. The other guy mounted her and with two dicks in both her holes, they fucked her. As they watched, Shamaria gently pushed Cynthia's head down between her thighs. Knowing what was expected of her, Cynthia gave the woman a good tongue-lashing.

Then Shamaria turned over and raised up on her knees. Cynthia didn't resist as she began to lick up and down Shamaria's crack. Shamaria spread her cheeks and was soon humping her ass as Cynthia's tongue worked in and out of her asshole. After a big climax, Shamaria rolled over onto her back. "Now baby! It's my turn. With that, Shamaria slowly licked Cynthia's pussy. The white girl was soon moaning and humping her pussy up into the air for more. Shamaria turned her over and attacked Cynthia's white ass. Cynthia bucked and humped as first Shamaria's tongue and then her long middle finger attacked the young white girl's tender asshole. A screaming climax followed.

They took another quick shower. Then the rest of the day was spent shopping for new clothes for Cynthia to wear while at the mansion. Then a nice lunch, and a tour of the estate. They made love many times that night. And finally, exhausted, they succumb to slumber. They slept in each other's arms that night. Cynthia smiled as she drifted off to sleep. If this was how the rest of the week would go, this was a piece of cake. When morning came, Cynthia awoke to the gentle rocking of the bed. Shamaria sat on the side of the bed. The older maid knelt between her thighs. Shamaria slowly rocked as the older woman tongued her pussy. Cynthia propped herself up on her elbow. That was when she noticed that the leash and collar had been placed once again around her neck.

"Ahh! I see that you are awake. Did you enjoy your pleasures yesterday?" Cynthia smiled up at he. "Oh yes, Shamaria! Yesterday was lovely." Shamaria smiled back at her. Then her smile turned cold. "Well today we start your training. You are here to be my slave. So from this point on, you will address me as "Ma'am". You are here to serve me. So get your white ass over here next to Mildred and service me." Shamaria yanked the leash and Cynthia's head was jerked with the action. Astounded, she slipped from the bed. Kneeling next to the older black woman, Cynthia began to lick Shamaria's already wet pussy. And while she did, Mildred began to explore her body.

Shamaria grabbed Cynthia by her hair and yanked upward bringing the girl's head up with a cry of pain. "You will do what I tell you to. Understand bitch!" Shamaria sounded so cold and hard that Cynthia nodded her head immediately. "Good! Now you will continue to lick and suck my pussy no matter what happens. Do you understand?" Again Cynthia nodded her head. Shamaria pulled her roughly down to her pussy. Then she wrapped her legs around the girl's back. Cynthia stroked her tongue up and down the black woman's slit. And all the time she did, Mildred stroked and fingered her pussy. Cynthia could feel the woman's growing excitement. Then Shamaria pulled her even tighter against her.

"Now you white bitch! Drink from my pussy. You'll drink like all the other white sluts have drunk." With that, Shamaria began to spray her hot juice into the white girl's mouth. Cynthia struggled to get loose. But Mildred helped hold her in place. Then Cynthia gasped. Mildred was slowly pushing a dildo up into Cynthia's ass. Opening her mouth to cry out, Cynthia felt her mouth filling with the hot liquid. Shamaria filled the girl's mouth. "Swallow bitch! Swallow or so help me I'll have every man and woman in this house take turns filling you!" Cynthia felt her tears as they burned hotly down her cheek. How could this be happening to her?

Cynthia closed her eyes and swallowed. She gagged and choked but continued to swallow until the flow stopped. Cynthia felt the viselike grip that Shamaria held her with easing. And she groaned as the dildo slowly eased from her ass. "No Cynthia! Since Mildred was so nice to help you please me, I think that you should please her. Mildred get up here and sit on the bed." When she was in position, Cynthia was forced to slowly lick the older woman's pussy. Mildred's crème was much thicker than Shamaria's was. And Cynthia had to swallow as Mildred's hot crème filled her mouth. When Mildred had finished, she thanked her Mistress and walked from the room. Cynthia was totally ignored by the maid.

Shamaria sat on the bed and looked down at Cynthia. The young white girl had not been allowed to stand. "When my grandmother was a grown woman in her 40's and 50's, she had to call young white women ma'am. They were not half her age but she had to treat them like they were her betters. You are not my better. And you will address me as ma'am. The same way you will address my brothers only as Sir. You will become a good whore first. Then we will see if you have what it takes to be a good Madam! Tonight I will begin to open your ass. Tomorrow, you will attend a meeting with me. You will be there as my secretary. This meeting will be between a few of the men that will help you benefit in your business. But they are not to know that you are Cynthia Kolby. You will hear them say things about your family that you do not like. Listen and learn."

That night after a nice dinner, Cynthia was once again led to the bedroom on her leash. Shamaria led Cynthia to the bed and once more used her talented tongue to bring the girl to the edge of madness. But instead of attacking her pussy, Cynthia was placed on her hands and knees. "Now Cynthia, the most important thing to remember is that you should relax. Ass fucking can be quite enjoyable. Especially when the man or woman takes her time to ease into you. Most men want to ram a hard dick in your ass to hear you scream. But my brother and I enjoy being in your ass for the enjoyment of fucking it. Cynthia shivered, as she felt Shamaria's tongue rim her asshole. When the woman had her humping back for more she stopped. 

Turning her head, Cynthia saw that Shamaria had strapped on a fake dick. But this one was much smaller than she had seen before. Slipping a condom on, Shamaria took some crème and coated the shaft. "The crème has painkillers in it. That should help." Placing the tip at Cynthia's pink puckered hole, Shamaria began to slowly push. Cynthia opened her mouth to cry out, when the tip pushed thru her clenched muscles. Cynthia grunted and breathed thru her mouth with quick gasps. Shamaria allowed her to get accustomed to the fit. "I know it feels uncomfortable my pet, but trust me, you'll get used to it. And before I'm through, you'll learn to enjoy it."




The Obsidian Group Ch. 2



Shamaria began to slowly rock back and forth. Never allowing the tip to come out, but not pushing it in deeper either. And Cynthia felt her ass slowly open. She felt Shamaria's hand and fingers stroking her pussy. Her thoughts went to the feelings she had whenever she would push her finger in her ass as she fucked herself. The rocking grew more insistent as the fake dick slowly slid in deeper. But the constant stroking and fingering of her pussy took her mind off the dick in her ass. Soon she was moaning and actually working against the rhythm. 

Shamaria held Cynthia by her hips and slowly worked the fake dick deeper. And the feeling of being stuffed slowly changed to one of desire. Cynthia groaned as she placed her head on the pillow. Shamaria smiled, as she felt Cynthia's body give in to the ass fucking. Like other white women before her, she was beginning to enjoy it. And Shamaria increased the tempo. Soon enough, Cynthia was humping her ass back hard. Burying the dick deep in her ass. "Yes, Ma'am! Oh that feels so good! So nasty! Yet it makes my pussy throb so hard. Fuck me harder, please! Yes! Deeper! Will your brother fuck me like this?" Shamaria smiled. "Oh Cynthia! He'll fuck you so hard and deep, you'll scream until you're hoarse! But you won't want him to stop."

Cynthia's hand and fingers found her pussy. Shamaria moved her hand and allowed the white girl to take over. And Cynthia had succeeded in working three fingers deep inside her cunt before she felt her climax begin. "Oh Ma'am! I'm gonna cum! Please Ma'am! May I cum? Fuck my ass harder! Fuck it deeper!" And fuck her ass, Shamaria did. Both women were soon drenched iin sweat. And everyone in the mansion heard Cynthia's screams as her climax took complete control of her body and mind. Cynthia fell into an unconscious slumber after that. The next morning, dressed in a conservative business suit, she accompanied Shamaria to the meeting. 

The three white men sat with their attention riveted on the black woman that strode back and forth before them. And the things they had to say about old man Kolby made Cynthia want to scream. But in the end, they agreed to all the terms that Shamaria had put before them. And Cynthia could see that her business would benefit greatly from associating with them. They had never seen Kolby's daughter, but had heard things about her. They looked forward to taking advantage of her inexperience in business matters. And Shamaria egged them on by hinting that the young girl was more interested in sex than business. They talked around Shamaria like her womanliness didn't matter because of the color of her skin. And Cynthia's face burned with embarrassment at the things she heard them say about her.

Later that night, Cynthia was again on her knees. Candace lay back on the lounger, her firm thighs open. Cynthia had just finished taking care of Mildred's needs. The older woman stood watching the young white girl work on her younger associate. When both women had enjoyed very satisfying climaxes the dressed and left the room. Shamaria sat in her big chair and had grown wet watching Cynthia attack the maids' pussies with gusto. When Cynthia came to her, the girl's eyes were glazed with lust. Falling to her knees she eagerly wanted to attack Shamaria's pussy too. But the woman looked down at her with scorn.

Leading Cynthia by her leash, she led her to the bed. Laying her down on her stomach, Shamaria rubbed and stroked Cynthia's ass until the girl raised it. Thinking that she would feel a tongue or finger enter her, she sighed with pleasure. Then cried out with pain as Shamaria's palm slapped her ass cheek. "I told you that one of my brother's loved OTK. And now I'm gonna teach you the finer points of spanking." Shamaria sat down on the bed and pulled Cynthia over her lap. "Of course when my brother does this, you will be laid over his knees. But this will work just fine." Cynthia trembled as she felt Shamaria's hand rubbing and caressing her soft white ass. The black woman let her fingertips stroke up and down Cynthia's inner thighs, causing the girl to involuntarily open them.

"A spanking is so much more than just smacking a soft ass. It also involves a lot of touching and caressing. The spanking is so much more exciting if the person is also excited as she's spanked." Cynthia felt the soft feathery touch across her pussy lips. She tried to push her hips back to get more. Instead, her cheek was slapped again. Shamaria wasn't hurting her, just causing her slaps to sting. And between each sting, she was caressed and excited. But Shamaria would not insert her fingertips up into Cynthia's pussy. And the girl's need increased. Soon the spankings grew harder. Cynthia was whimpering from both pain and pleasure. But her need was increasing like she couldn't believe.

The spanking went on for awhile. And Cynthia found out that even thru her tears, her excitement grew more intense. Shamaria made sure that the spanking she gave Cynthia was like the kind her brother would give her. Cynthia was spanked not only across her ass until it was a bright pink; she was also spanked on her inner thighs. But the spanking that Shamaria delivered to her pussy really gave Cynthia a shock. The steady slaps, across her pussy lips, were like jolts of electric lust thru her body. And Cynthia arched her ass higher in the air to receive more.

Cynthia felt her cheeks being pulled apart. "Will you expose your pretty pink asshole for my brothers?" Shamaria dipped her fingers into Cynthia's dripping pussy. The white girl moaned as her clit was rubbed. "Yes Ma'am!" Cynthia felt her asshole being coated with her own juices. Then the pressure as one manicured finger was pushed in. "Oh Ma'am!" Shamaria slowly fingered Cynthia's ass. And the excited white girl slowly humped her ass up and down. "Each one of them will fuck you in this delicious white ass. Would you like that, Cynthia?" The young white girl was beside herself with lust. Never has she been exposed to this type of treatment. Cynthia groaned as the finger was replaced with a medium sized dildo. Shamaria had opened her up till she could take it easily.

Cynthia groaned as the dildo slowly fucked deeper and deeper into her tight tunnel. "Yes Ma'am! I want them to do that to me." Shamaria slowly pulled the dildo from Cynthia's asshole. Standing up, she pulled the harness from her drawer and put it on. Pulling an even longer and fatter dildo out, she snapped it into place, covered it with a condom, and coated it with Vaseline. Then pulling Cynthia's cheeks open; she placed the tip at the young girl's pink puckered asshole. Shamaria looked down at the black dildo as it slowly pushed into Cynthia's ass. Cynthia struggled as her ass filled. Crying and groaning as the fattest dildo yet fucked her asshole. Shamaria held her hips and fucked her like a man would. 

Cynthia cried out with the initial penetrating thrust. But her cries turned to moans, as Shamaria's hand found her pussy. Soon the young white girl was humping her ass back to push the shaft even deeper into her ass. "Yes Ma'am! Fuck me! Please fuck me!" SMACK! SMACK! Shamaria delivered two sharp slaps to Cynthia's ass. "Take it whore! Take it up your white ass! You'll beg my brothers to fuck this ass when I'm thru with you. And tomorrow you'll learn to suck dick until you can take a big fat dick down your throat." Cynthia was beside herself with lust. Even in her wildest fantasy, she had never imagined that being assfucked could excite her this much. And she wanted this. She wanted to be used like the whore Shamaria called her. 

Then the climax hit her. Cynthia thru her head back until she felt her neck would snap. Then opened her mouth and let loose a scream that everyone in the mansion must have heard. But she didn't care. Only the pulsing sensations that rocked her entire body and quenched the burning in her pussy and asshole mattered to her. If she died right now, her life would be complete. Shamaria slowly pulled the dildo from Cynthia's ass and the poor girl didn't even groan in her oblivion. She had passed out with the climax that overtook her. Laughing softly, Shamaria walked out the room naked, looking for a maid to satisfy her own need.

The next day, after a nice breakfast with Shamaria, Cynthia was led to another bedroom. Walking inside, she found two of the men servants sitting on chairs, sipping drinks. "Take your clothes off, Cynthia." This time, the girl stood up and disrobed without hesitation. Shamaria nodded to the two men and they also undressed. Shamaria sat in the vacant chair and for the next two hours, Cynthia went from one man to the next, sucking their dicks at Shamaria's instruction. It took some doing, but she was soon able to take their entire shafts down her throat without gagging. The rest of the afternoon, she was allowed to rest. But that evening, Shamaria took her into the library and filled her head with facts about running her new factory. 

Saturday morning came without incident. Candace and Mildred gave Cynthia a long luxurious bath. Then, the two women dried her, oiled her body then slowly gave her some intense sexual loving. Cynthia dressed and met Shamaria in the den. Shamaria was once again dressed like the regal woman she was. She smiled as Cynthia walked in dressed in a smart business suit. "Well my pet. I hope you have enjoyed your stay with me. I feel that my brothers will enjoy you as much as I have. And I know that you now have the tools, to make your factory a success." Shamaria smiled as she saw the look of understanding wash over the young white woman's face. Cynthia was again made to understand that she was only a thing to be used by this particular group of black men and woman. But the thought of it was strong enough to still make her loins tingle.

Shamaria walked over to Cynthia and caressed her face until the young woman looked up into her eyes. The look of smoldering sexual desire still shown in Cynthia's eyes as she looked at her sexual mentor. And Shamaria smiled down at the young girl. She had seen this look in many of the white women she had trained. "You can be a Madam or a whore, Cynthia. The choice will be left up to you. I will be in contact with you. I may even call you in the night and tease you as you lie in bed and please yourself." Shamaria smiled as the look on Cynthia's face broke into a big smile. "But remember Cynthia, next month you will have a week with one of my brothers. Enjoy your trip home." With that, Shamaria turned her back on the girl. Knowing she was dismissed, Cynthia walked from the house. Mildred kissed her as she walked out the front door and entered the same limousine that first brought her to the mansion. What lay in store for her she didn't know? But the tingling in her pussy let her know that she looked forward to it.



The Obsidian Group Ch. 3



Chapter 3: Interlude!

Shamaria sat at her desk in the library. She wore only a silk jacket and a pair of open-toed, high-heel sandals. She was going over the financial sheets of the various factories and mills that the Obsidian Group owned. Beside her hand was the drink that she had been nursing since she sat down. The house was quiet. Like always, the servants had left at noon on Saturday. This left Shamaria the solitude to enjoy her mansion all to herself. And it also left her the peace and quiet to enjoy the company she had almost every weekend. Thinking about the coming events caused an involuntary shiver to course through her body. Absentmindedly, Shamaria stroked her naked pussy.

Closing her eyes, Shamaria slowly slid her finger inside her already dripping pussy. A soft moan escaped her lips. Shamaria's mouth opened and she breathed deeply as her finger worked in and out of her throbbing slit. She had almost reached the point of orgasm, when the soft buzzing of the main gate opening shook her from her thoughts. Opening her eyes, she looked at the screen and saw the white Lincoln slowly drive down the long driveway. A big grin brightened her face. Standing, she walked over to the bar and fixed a fresh drink for herself and another one for her company. She hit the button that automatically unlocked the front door. Then leaning against the desk, her legs spread apart; she crossed her arms and looked at the door.

As the door slowly swung open, Shamaria let the breath she had been holding slowly out. The door opened fully, and he stood looking at her. The smile that had brightened her face was mirrored on his. "Hello lover!" Her voice was softer and more sensuous than she had ever used with anyone else. Her heart raced as he walked towards her. His movements were easy and graceful. Like the movements of a panther walking through a jungle. Walking up to her, he lifted her face with his hand beneath her chin. Shamaria closed her eyes and pursed her lips. The kiss when it came was soft and sweet. A moan escaped both their lips as their bodies melded together. Like a blind couple reading Braille, their hands explored each other.

Breaking the kiss, they both stood looking at each other. "Damn, I missed you Shammy!" He was the only one that could ever call her that. And he had been calling her that since they had become lovers. Her hand slid down the front of his pants to the already throbbing hardon he sported. "I'll let you show me later." She handed him his drink and he sipped it as his other hand slid up beneath her short jacket. Shamaria stood still as his fingers found her slit and he slowly worked them deep into her pussy. Her body shook as he looked at her face. But he never stopped sipping his drink as he finger-fucked her pussy. Then Shamaria shook again, as her orgasm hit her. Pulling his fingers from her cunt, they were coated with her juice. He stirred his drink with them. Shamaria stood and watched, smiling at his familiar ritual.

He handed her her drink and Shamaria swallowed the entire contents in one gulp. "Damn, I needed that! It seems like it's been forever since I felt your fingers in my cunt." His soft chuckle filled the room. "How did things go with your new pet?" Shamaria laughed softly. "Oh, like the others, she resisted at first but things changed quickly. Candace finished editing the tapes. Would you like to see them now, or will that wait?" He didn't smile as his hand unzipped his pants. He lifted Shamaria easily and set her on the edge of the desk. Then taking out his dick, he pulled her to the edge and slowly slipped his hard shaft into her waiting hole. Shamaria wrapped her long black thighs around his back as he sank in to the hilt.

"Oh shit! You don't know how good this feels?" Shamaria slowly worked her hips back and forth. Her hands held his back as her fingernails dug into his jacket. He fucked her slowly, giving her just the first few inches of his hard dick. And Shamaria humped her pussy hard trying to get more. "Fuck me you bastard! Shove it in! Deep and hard, like I love it!" Pulling her off the desk, he rammed his dick in to the hilt and held her as she cried out. "Argh! Oh fuck! I'm cumming! I'm cumming hard!" Shamaria held on tight to her lover as her body shook with the violence of her release. Then, as she began to relax, he allowed her to slowly slide off of him.

Shamaria slide from his hips and her feet hit the rug. But she continued to slide down until she knelt at his feet. His dick was still hard and from experience, Shamaria knew that he would not cum for a long time. But he was coated with the juice of her climax. Even the fly of his pants was covered with her juice. Looking up at him, she smiled then bent her head and dutifully cleaned him with her mouth. He continued to sip his drink as he watched her lick the material of his pants, cleaning her juice as best she could. When she had finished, he held her hand and helped her to her feet.

Leaning against him, she nuzzled his neck. "You don't know how badly I needed that." His soft chuckle made her smile. "I wish I could marry you. Then I could enjoy this beautiful dick each and every night." He set his drink on the table and pulled her into his arms. "You would only get this dick when you have proven to me that you deserve it. Now tell me about Ms Kolby's training." Shamaria took up her drink again and leaning against the desk told him the things that she had done to Cynthia. As she talked, Shamaria put on the tape and a large screen slide down from the ceiling. Like she did with all the pets she trained, Shamaria had her servants secretly videotape most of it.

As the tape showed Shamaria and Cynthia in various acts, Shamaria described the things that she felt. When the tape showed Candace drinking from Shamaria's pussy, he stopped it. "I see that Candace's thirst for hot elixir has been passed on to you." Shamaria gave a small laugh. "Not really! I just needed to teach that slut a lesson in submission. She thought she was too high strung to drink from my pussy. I needed to bring her down to size." The venom in her voice made him look at her. "You were a bit hard on her don't you think?" Shamaria had been sitting at his feet. She stood up and took his empty glass. Refilling both the glasses she handed him his drink and began to pace back and forth.

"Look! My grandmother told me a lot of stories about the things she and her mother had to endure at the hands of white people. They were no more than property. And any white man that wanted could use them as he pleased." He sipped his drink as she vented. He had heard various versions of this story before. "I'll admit that I enjoy the pleasure of having these white women submit to me and my brothers. It gives me a sense of power, like the old plantation owners used to enjoy. Did you know that my grandmother's sister had to please a room full of white men more than once? They did everything imaginable to her and she couldn't do anything about it. If she had told her father what was done to her, he would have been killed. Cause he damn sure would have tried to kill those sons of bitches! So she had to suffer in silence. What we do to these desperate sluts isn't half of the shit our people had to endure."

Shamaria looked at him and the burning hatred in her eyes was like daggers of fire shooting into his soul. Instead of answering her, he stood and removed his jacket. The look of hatred disappeared as he unbuckled his belt and slowly pulled it through the loops. Her voice cracked as her facial expression turned to one of pleading. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get so angry." He doubled the belt and pointed to the desk. "Please?" His look grew hard and he walked over to the desk. Sighing, Shamaria dropped her head in submission and walked to the desk. Leaning over so that she rested her upper body across it, she pulled the jacket up so that her naked ass was uncovered.

"I hate when you get worked up like this. I told you that you had to learn to let the past go. I warned you that you would be punished if you didn't start to temper your actions." Shamaria's whole body trembled as she gritted her teeth. She heard the whistle of the belt through the air. Then her mouth opened in a bloodcurdling scream as the thin leather landed across her ass. Five more times the leather kissed her soft ass. And each time, Shamaria let a scream escape her lips. But she never moved from the desk. Her sobbing echoed in the room but he didn't hear her. Then she felt her burning ass cheeks being spread. Her sobbing increased. "Please! I'll be good. I promise."

But he didn't hear her pleas. She heard when he dropped his pants then stepped out of them. But she dare not turn to look. Her face rested on the cool desktop. Tears of pain streamed down her cheeks. But she knew that it would be nothing compared to the pain she was about to feel. She felt the tip of his bloated dick touch her puckered hole and she whimpered in anticipation. Her hands gripped the edge of the desk so hard her knuckles turned white. She gritted her teeth and took a deep breath. Then her asshole exploded with burning fire. Her scream would have scared every one of her servants had they been there to hear it. With a hard lunge, he had buried his entire nine fat inches up her ass. Pulling back he rammed her again. By the fifth penetration, she could feel herself slipping into unconsciousness. 

When she awoke, Shamaria was laid out on her bed. Her head was cradled in her lover's lap. Her soft sobs continued as her face was stroked with tender hands. "If my brothers knew how you treated me they would kill you." His stroking hand never stopped. "Oh Shammy! If your brothers knew how I treated you, they would be fucking the shit out of you too!" His voice was soft, but she could hear the humor within it. "Why are you so cruel to me?" The words came out more like a sob than a question. His strong hand lifted her face so that she looked at him. "Oh Shammy! I am not cruel to you. I love you and I always have. I treat you only the way you wish me to. Admit it my love, you look forward to my visits."

This time she gave him a half smile. "Yes. I do look forward to your visit. But sometimes, I think you like to hurt me. You seem to be so distant at times, and yet you could be so loving. Have you ever forgiven me for not allowing mother to attend your graduation?" His hand stopped stroking her hair for just a heartbeat. When he continued, the feeling had changed and she sensed it immediately. She sat up and looked at him. "You haven't have you? Even after you knew why I had to do it?" He sat the drink he had been sipping on down on the night table. Only he misjudged his anger and it shattered. "Damn it, Shammy! It was my graduation. The most important moment in my life!"

This time it was Shamaria who stroked his face. "Do you know how proud of you she was? I had to order the doctors to sedate her, to stop her from forcibly leaving the hospital. Oh Marcus! You weren't her natural son, just someone she took in when your own mother was killed. But to her, you were her oldest son and sometimes she seemed more proud of you than she was of Garner and Steven. Your graduating with a Ph.D. to her, was her biggest accomplishment. Like your winning the largest lottery ever! Oh Marcus, when you walked across that stage to receive your award, it wasn't just you doing it. It was my mother! And your father and mother, and grandparents and all the people who suffered to make sure that you were able to make that walk."

Shamaria couldn't have stopped the tears running down her face. She sniffed hard, trying to stop the flow. Her hands cradled his face and she kissed him. "Why did you rape me that night? Was it only your anger over what I had done?" His eyes drilled into hers. Then he dropped his stare. "No Shammy! I was angry at you, but I was also in love with you too. I didn't want to rape you. That was the last thing I ever wanted to do. But all my life I have been in love with you. And when you seemed to be a bit drunk, all I wanted to do was kiss you. Like a lover would do. But one thing led to another and the next thing I knew, I had ripped your clothes off and then it was too late. I hated myself for doing what I did."

Marcus pulled her tightly to him and kissed her softly and tenderly. Then his lips nuzzled her neck. "But even as you cry over the way I treat you, I am still giving you my love. And you relish the way I treat you. I see it in your eyes. You are one of the most powerful Black women in America. Even if most of the country doesn't know it. But all the power you possess, pales in comparison to the submission I demand of you. And more than the power, you need to feel powerless in my arms. And that's why I treat you the way I do." This time as he kissed her he rolled her over onto her back. Her fingers guided him into her. He slid in easily. She was always wet and ready for his entry.

Shamaria groaned and ground her hips up at him as he slowly filled her. "Why did you come back to me? After I raped you I thought you would hate me forever." Shamaria put her lips to his shoulder and groaned as he slowly fucked her. Then she began to bite him. Her breathing grew ragged. "Because it felt so damn good! You didn't care that I cried and begged you to stop. You made me do what you wanted. And when I refused, you slapped me and forced me to do it. No one had ever did that to me before. Most men wanted to fuck me so bad; they did what I wanted. Oh Marcus!"

Shamaria closed her eyes and let her mind take her back to their first sexual encounter. She had gone to his graduation. He had become angry when she informed him that she had forbid her mother's leaving the hospital to attend. After the graduation, he took her out to dinner. They had a bottle of wine and she had become slightly drunk. He took her back to her hotel room. They were talking when he kissed her. At first she had allowed him to kiss her. But as she realized that the kiss was not brotherly, she began to struggle. Then something seemed to snap inside him. As she struggled to get free, Marcus ripped her dress open. Having shapely tits, she rarely wore a bra.

Shamaria continued to struggle and plead with him to stop. Instead, he pushed her dress up and ripped her panties off. When she tried to scream, he stuffed the ripped panty in her mouth. Then he took her. It was nothing like Shamaria had ever encountered. Marcus was like a mad man. He entered her roughly and even the gag in her mouth didn't stifle her scream. He told her that he loved her and she was gonna love him back. Shamaria spit the gag from her mouth and told him she would never love him. Not after what he did. That was when he slapped her. Slapped her so hard, her head rocked and she actually saw stars. He told her that she would do what he told her to. He had come this far and there was no reason to stop now.

Shamaria pleaded with him not to do this to her. He slapped her. Sobbing, Shamaria tried to push pass him and get to the door. He slapped her to the floor. Then he ordered her to suck him. Seeing that he was lust-crazed, she obeyed. Not like the way she had given head to other men, Marcus made her gag and choke as he held her by her hair. He fucked her mouth while calling her names no other men had ever dared called her. Then he pulled her to her feet. She remembered his words. "I have always loved you Shammy. Every woman I ever fucked reminded me of you. They had to look like you! Or sound like you! You are the only woman I think about. You may never talk to me again; you may even have me arrested. But tonight, I'm gonna give you what I've dreamed about giving you." 

Then he threw her to the bed and mounted her. The fight had gone out of Shamaria. She just lay with her thighs open weeping. He took her over and over. Shamaria moaned as Marcus continued to fuck her. But in her mind, she was back in that hotel room. She had sucked his dick, been fucked by him over and over. But it was his final act that seemed to solidify their love. He pushed her over onto her stomach. Pushing her face into the pillow, she felt him forcing crème into her ass. She struggled furiously, but it only seemed to enflame him more. 

Before that moment, Shamaria had been anal fucked only twice. And both times had been uncomfortable for her. But Marcus didn't care. When she felt him forcing his bloated dick up her ass, she screamed into the pillow. But he fucked her over and over. And her cries turned to whimpers. Her whimpers turned to moans. And then her moans turned to sighs as a fire began to build in her pussy. Shamaria began to hump her ass up to meet his strokes. The pressure holding her head down began to ease. Shamaria lifted her head up as she lifted her ass higher in the air. And her pussy pulsed with a need and desire she had never felt before.

"Yes Marcus! Fuck me! Take me! Use me how you want to! Oh yes! Deeper! Harder! Please don't stop. Fuck me Marcus! I do love you. I've always loved you!" Shamaria was reliving her ordeal of the past, but the words were being said to him in the present. And their bodies were slick with sweat. Marcus could feel her nails digging into his back. Then he felt her body shudder. Still, Marcus had not given her his own cum. Her mind still caught up in her encounter, Shamaria remembered. She had lifted her ass until she was on her hands and knees. Marcus fucked her hard. Driving his dick up her ass, further than other men drove their dicks into her pussy.

When Shamaria came back to her own mind, she was holding onto Marcus. Her soft sobs were lost in his shoulder where she had buried her face. "I love you Shammy!" Shamaria held him tighter. "Oh Marcus! I've loved you from that moment you took me. It was so strange. The worst you treated me, the more excited I became. When you finished, you just looked down at my used body. Then you dressed and just walked out, leaving me lying there. I hated you at first. I wanted to call the cops and have you arrested. But the more I thought back on how you raped me, the more I wanted you again."

As she talked, Marcus gently pushed her head down to his crotch. Shamaria smiled as she gently grasped his cum coated dick. She winced as he grabbed her by her hair. But Marcus knew what she wanted. "Suck it bitch! Clean my dick, like the sweet slut you really are." Shamaria did as she was directed. And when she finished, he handed her her drink. They sat side by side on her wide bed. Each lost in thought. Then he broke the silence. "When you called me telling me to come home right away, I knew what had happened. But I wasn't prepared for it. You're never prepared for it." Marcus stood up and looked at his sister. That's how he had always seen her. Since the age of ten, when he had been taken in by her mother and father.

They had never talked like this before. Each time had only been the release of their sexual lust. But this time, it was more like a cleansing of the heart and soul. He lifted her face with his finger beneath her chin. She looked up at him with her tear-streaked face. "She wouldn't let me call you. Not until the very end! And when you showed up, she seemed to gain strength from your very presence. But we hated you then. She seemed to share things with you that she held back from us. You weren't even her real son!" Shamaria had her head in the crook of Marcus's shoulder. She didn't see the hurt that filled his face as she said those words. But she did feel him stiffen, and she was immediately sorry she had let them out.

"It was only later, when we realized that she had entrusted you with the funds to insure our education, then we understood the burden she had placed on you. Afterwards, after the funeral, you seemed to change. All the fun we used to have as kids left you. It was like you had grown into the man our Daddy was. Only you did it in a matter of days, weeks, months! You became all business, demanding we do our best. Pushing us even harder than momma did. But I guess she told you what you had to do."




The Obsidian Group Ch. 3



Marcus leaned down and kissed her. The kiss was tender. Shamaria felt all the love he had for her in that kiss. Then she broke the kiss and laughed. The look on his face made her laugh even harder. "Remember my graduation?" Marcus smiled, then he to began to laugh. "You were such a devious bitch! Telling Garner and Steven that you were going away for a few days, then telling me to meet you at the motel." Marcus walked over to the bar and fixed fresh drinks. "You shocked me Shammy! You know I thought you were gonna cut my balls off or something." Shamaria laughed as she took the offered drink. "I had plans for your balls and the rest of you. But if you had denied me, I may have."

Marcus sat on the bed next to her and she snuggled into the crook of his arm. "When you walked into the room, I was scared. I didn't know what you would say or do. I had dressed in my sexiest outfit. I wanted you to know that I wanted sex. Hell! I felt that if you could rape me for your graduation, you could rape me for mine! But telling you that your raping me had excited me the way it did felt so strange. But you seemed to have opened a door inside me that I couldn't close. Then, when I asked you to hurt me again, you seemed so confused." He chuckled softly. "But I didn't stay confused for long. And when I started, you became the wild woman that I always fantasized you to be."

They both smiled as they upended their glasses and gulped down their drinks. Then Marcus got up from the bed. Taking Shamaria's glass he set it on the table. Then pulling her up until she was on her knees, he positioned her. "Marcus! I'm still sore as hell. At least use that painkilling lube I bought." Laughing, he slapped her across her ass. "I already used it after I washed you. You didn't think that I would place you in bed with your asshole all dirty did you?" Marcus held his hard dick and began rubbing the knob along her slit. Shamaria moaned, feeling him spreading her lips open with the tip of his dick. 

"So tell me! Who is the lucky man to enjoy your new pet?" That question had been plaguing Shamaria's thoughts all during the day. Would she send Cynthia to Garner? Or would Steven be the one to enjoy the sweet tender white woman? Shamaria was about to answer, when Marcus drilled her pussy. The shock of his long fat dick ramming up into her tender pussy caused Shamaria to gasp. But if there was one thing she knew, it was the feel of Marcus taking her. And his roughness excited her. Pulling out to the lips of her pussy, he thrust again. "Oh Marcus! No man ever fucked me the way you do."

Marcus fucked her with short jabs, giving her just the head of his dick inside her pussy. This always made her beg for more. "Don't tease me you bastard! Fuck me!" Marcus pulled out and slapped her ass hard. "You're mine slut! I determine how, where and when I fuck you. Anytime you don't like it, say so and you'll never get this dick again." That threat always stopped her in her tracks. The thought of not fucking him again scared her. No man could or would ever satisfy her pussy the way he did. "No baby! I'm sorry! Fuck me anyway you want." Marcus chuckled and his sinister laugh made Shamaria's skin crawl.

If there was one thing that Shamaria understood, it was that there was a deep dark hole where Marcus's heart should have been. The intensity of his cruelty when he evoked it was unmatchable. This time, his lunge caused her to scream. But instead of softening his attack, he ravaged her even harder. Shamaria's screams echoed through the room. And Marcus enjoyed hearing her screaming. This was not a fucking that allowed her to cum. She knew that he would use her until he was satisfied, so she dug her nails into the sheets and bucked as he rode her.

After what seemed like an eternity, Marcus pulled his still hard dick from her sore pussy. Shamaria's constant moans and whimpers were all the sounds she was able to make. But she wasn't surprised when she felt him drag her around and shove his dick into her mouth. She was too out of it to even try to suck him so she just allowed him to fuck her mouth. Then she felt him expand and her mouth was filled with his crème. Shamaria choked and gagged as he continued to pump her mouth full of his cum. Most of it she swallowed, but a large amount just dribbled from her lips.

Shamaria felt herself collapse onto the bed as he walked into the bathroom. Minutes later, he came in and picked her body up. She sighed as she felt herself being immersed into a foam-filled tub of hot water. Then he slipped in beside her. Shamaria snuggled against him in a stupor. But in her own way, she was more satisfied than she had been in a long time. They would decide later who would be next to enjoy Cynthia's training. But right now, Shamaria was comfortable just to enjoy her lover.