0 comments/ 6527 views/ 5 favorites Elizabeth Broken Ch. 03 By: DarkTwistedDick The two massive black men picked Elizabeth up by her arms and carried her over beside the desk. She could see her cousin sucking on the man's penis. As she did, without taking her mouth off of the huge man's enormous sex organ, she pulled off her clothes. It was only then that Elizabeth could see the changes that were barely hinted at through the baggy clothes. Her breasts looked like gym socks with oranges in the ends. They were covered in full length stretch marks as was her flabby belly. Her nipples were dark brown and covered the entire ends of the odd breasts. She had dozens of red bruised marks in the bends of her elbows. Elizabeth had no idea what had caused these changes, but she was appalled and frightened. "Sit her ass down in a chair while I do this." said the black man that her cousin called "Daddy." He then pulled Daphne's head off of his organ. "Bend over the desk slut." "Yes Daddy." He then shoved his organ into her lady parts and moved in and out vigorously. "Oh, Daddy, it feels so good, I love your big nigger cock in my white pussy! Knock me up Daddy!" Her dangling breasts noisily flopped back and forth wildly. "You done got five nigger babies from two pregnancies. How many you gonna have?" Daphne was gasping, nearly breathless with passion. "As many as you'll let me have Daddy!" The black man, without slowing his rutting in Elizabeth's cousin, said "I got a new batch of even more potent fertility drugs. You want me to hook you up? They make cows ovulate dozens of eggs at a time!" "Oh God yes! I wanna watch my belly swell up bigger than the Octamom's. I'll nurse those nigger babies until my titbags are even more ruined! Oh God, I'm cumming on your Big Black Cock!" Daphne, now Neenee exclaimed. Just then "Daddy" grunted and threw his head back. "I hope you don't get knocked up before we get the chance to give you the meds!" There was a wet sucking sound as he pulled out of Daphne's lady parts. "Alonso, get yo ass over here and set the ho up with some smack. It looks like she delivered us the goods as promised." "Yes boss." said the man that had been on Elizabeth's right. As "Daddy" got dressed, the underling took a small case off of a bookshelf. He took out a baggy of brownish powder and mixed it with some water in a crusty old spoon. He heated it with a lighter, withdrew the liquid into a syringe and walked toward NeeNee with a length of surgical hose. He wrapped it on her upper arm, slapped two fingers on her arm, stuck the needle into a vein and pulled back a little. She looked at him and shook her head up and down. He pushed the plunger, pulled out the needle, removed the hose and she flopped back naked on the sofa. Her legs splayed, her "Daddy's" semen dribbled out of her gaping lady parts which were hairless as a baby's. Elizabeth was still gaping at her cousin when the huge black man walked toward her holding out a pack of cigarettes with one popped up towards her. "Have a cigarette." "I don't smoke." Elizabeth said way more harshly than she intended. " I've lost dozens of relatives to lung cancer from smoking. Besides even the best of them looked old by the time that they were in their early thirties." "I don't give a fuck, ho! Don't turn down a nigga's hospitality!" shouted "Daddy." "Take it, light it, smoke it. When you're done, smoke another one until I tell you to stop, you goddamn slut!" Elizabeth took the cigarette and put it in her mouth. Suddenly, a lighter appeared underneath it from the black man on her left. "Suck!" She inhaled, coughed. "Inhale until I say stop." She inhaled, resisting the urge to cough. Inhaling to her limit, she stopped. "Exhale." Still coughing a good bit, she exhaled. "Again." She repeated a few times. Her head was a little swimmy. The cigarette was almost to the filter. "Here." he took her cigarette butt, placed another cigarette into her mouth and placed the butt up to its' end. "Suck again." She complied without coughing. The new cigarette lit off of the butt. He tossed the rest of the pack next to her on the table. "Now you're a chain smoker. Keep that up until I tell you to stop. Understand, ho?" "Yes sir." "Now, my business is...adult entertainment. You are a part of that business until I say that you aren't. Understand, ho?" The only thing that Elizabeth understood was that this man didn't like to be disappointed and disappointing him would probably not turn out well for her. So she answered, "Yes sir." "Good girl. What's your name, slut?" "Elizabeth, sir." "From now on, it's Liz. Elizabeth sounds uppity. Understand?" "Yes sir." "My name is Lucius. But you hoes call me Daddy." "Yes, sir... um, Daddy." "That's a good slut. But did I tell you to stop smoking?" Lucius asked. "No Daddy, I'm sorry." Liz said and inhaled deeply. He walked over to the shelves where the drugs had come from. She became afraid. He grabbed a DSLR camera. She relaxed, but only for a moment. "Strip down naked. I need some publicity shots." "I've never been naked in front of a man b..." SMACK! Daddy had backhanded Liz over the back of the chair. "Did I ask? Did I fucking stutter you goddamn low life white trash whore?" Daddy shouted. "No Daddy! I'm sorry Daddy! I'm stripping Daddy, see?" Liz said, crying as she began pulling off her shirt. "Hold on, hold on. We can't have you red faced and teary eyed. Pull your shirt back down. We'll start over once you've "relaxed" a bit. Sit in the chair. Alonso, prepare a small dose of medicine to relax Liz here while I set up the video." "Right away boss." He began preparing a dose of the drug that NeeNee was drowsing on, laying on the sofa naked. "No,... Please... no, Daddy. I don't want to be a drug addict. Please, no." Liz begged. "Did I ask?" Lucius asked sternly. "No Daddy." "You brought this on yourself. From today on, life will never be the same. You'll be an addict." He turned on the video camera and signaled the other man to pick up the DSLR camera. "Rafael, start shooting." "As you wish sir." said Raphael. Lucius gave her a fresh cigarette and lit it. She was obviously terrified, her eyes still watering a bit and she trembled. Sternly, Lucius looked Liz in the eyes and said "You do and say exactly what I say and expect your sorry white trash ass to do and you might get treated nice. Who knows what your tastes will be tomorrow? Maybe we'll desire the same thing. But for now... well, act like your life depends on it cause... well, you know." Lucius and the other two black men smiled from ear to ear. Liz's blood ran cold. Lucius stepped back from the view of the cameras. He wrote a few things on some poster board with a Sharpie. "Respond and read these when I prompt you. Understand?" "Yes Daddy." said eighteen year old Liz as she accepted a vodka and orange juice that Alonso had crumbled a blue pill into and drank a long drink from it. Elizabeth Broken Ch. 04 Lights on stands came on. Liz's eyes adjusted as she smoked, drank and shook. "Hello, tell us about yourself." Lucius said, suddenly speaking in a broadcaster's Midwestern accent. He pointed at the first card. Liz read "Hi. My name is Liz Waring from Dexter, Georgia. My parents are Dan and Mary Waring. I'm about to make them proud of their little girl! I'm barely eighteen but I've come to Florida to become a BCW for Florida Sunshine Sluts Productions as their latest star. As you can see, I've started smoking menthol cigarettes and drinking vodka just today, but that isn't all of the vice that you perverts have come to expect from FSSP. Watch this." "You ready, slut? You ready to become all that you can be with FSSP?" Lucius asked darkly. "I'm so scared. I want to scream and run." Liz whined. "We can't have that. You're doing great so far and Alonso is going to give you something for your nerves momentarily. Do you have any questions Liz?" "What is a BCW?" "That's what we're going to transform you into, a Black Cock Whore. That or... well let's just say the dumpster will have a little extra if you don't... cooperate." Lucius said matter of factually. "What's the drug like?" Liz asked apprehensively. "Let's just, ahem, call a spade a spade. It's heroin. I've never tried it. That stuff ruins lives, like I'm ruining your useless white trash life. But, I've heard that it's like being in your Mother's arms. We're not giving you much. Just enough to relax you a bit. If you ask nicely, maybe even beg, I'll have Alonso give you a larger dose to help you sleep later." "That isn't going to happen in a million years. I'll never ask, much less beg, for heroin." Liz said with the most defiance since she'd been smacked across the room. "We shall see. We shall see. Let's go. Action. Where were we? Right... You ready, slut? You ready to become all that you can be with FSSP?" Lucius pointed to the next card for Liz to read. "With feeling." "You bet, Daddy! Bring on my first dose of... heroin." Liz said with an almost inaudible swallow. "I want FSSP to totally take me to the dark, low life side of life. I want to leave white bread virgin Elizabeth Waring behind and become Liz, drug addicted party whore always begging to be... knocked up...with nigger babies. As a matter of fact..." tears were slowly beginning to flow, "right after you get me on heroin, I want to be started on a regimen of fertility enhancing drugs. I'm in a race with my nineteen year old cousin to beat the Octomom! But our babies will be all black. I'm ready." Alonso kneeled beside her with the hose and syringe. "Isn't that the same needle that you used on my cousin?" "She's not sick...right now, anyway." said Alonso, "We're not worried about it. You'll be fine." "Oh, God. Here I go." accepted Liz. He pushed up her sleeve above her elbow. He wrapped the rubber hose around her upper arm, thumped his fingers to get a vein to pop up and stuck the needle slowly into the vein. He pulled back on the plunger, pulling a little cloud of Liz's blood into the barrel. He looked to Lucius. "Are you ready to say goodbye to Elizabeth?" Lucius asked off camera. Liz sniffed back her tears, took a long hard drag off of her menthol and, exhaling, answered "I'm ready to kiss her goodbye and become the white trash Black Cock Whore that I was born to be." With that, Alonso pushed the plunger, removed the hose and needle and backed off camera. Liz tilted her head back and fell back into the chair slurring "Oooooh wowwwwww." "Wake up, you stupid whore. You're still on camera." "Sorry, Daddy, I nodded...off. What were we talking about?" Liz said sleepily. "We were talking about your transformation. Are you ready?" Lucius inquired in the broadcast voice. With not too much slurring, Liz managed "Yes Daddy, I'm ready." she managed to light up a cigarette off of the previous butt and finish off her drink, which had been refilled with straight vodka. "Well, if you're going to try on your new wardrobe, you have to take off those boring clothes." Lucius suggested. Liz looked into the camera and said "Do they want to see my titties? They're pretty big, but nobody ever has seen them." Lucius raised an eyebrow "Nobody?" "Nobody. Wanna see them? Wanna see my big titties?" "Well that sounds like a good start, but we don't say 'titties' here at FSSP, we say 'titbags', ok?" Lucius smiled. This was going to be good. Liz raised her ginger eyebrows. "Ok, y'all wanna see my great big titbags? Here ya go." She pulled her shirt over her head, exposing a tight, dingy grey sports bra and unshaven bushy red armpits. The bra seemed to surprise her, but she pulled this too over her head. Her titbags went up with the bra at first. Then slapped down, jiggling back to her chest. For a grown woman, they were right respectable breasts, with areolas three inches across and pink as bubblegum. For a twelfth grade eighteen year old girl, they were astounding. Off camera, sotto voce, Alonso told Lucius, "Sorry boss, I didn't know about the fur, I'll shave her clean and we can start back in fifteen minutes." "No, no, no!" Lucius started, "Dyed red heads are a dime a dozen. Bona-fide gingers? Priceless. And what better way to prove that it's real? Leave it be. It'll even add to the white trash vibe." Alonso grinned, "Pure genius boss. Pure genius." Lucius directed his new star, "Hold up your arms sweet cheeks." This was new. When she made him happy, he began using endearing terms. "So, this proves that you're a genuine redhead!" Liz was a little embarrassed at first but, realizing his happiness, went along with it. "Yes Daddy, it does!" "Lick both pits." She had just taken a drag off the cigarette, so as she licked her left hairy pit, she exhaled smoke all into the hair. "Take a drag before you do the other pit." She complied. Catching on, she took a really deep drag, blew half under her right armpit, then licked it while exhaling the rest. "Damnnnnnn." all three black men said in unison. This was getting better. "You like?" Liz was getting into it. Alonso was a pro at dosages and he got it on the money this time. Lucius thought for a moment. "Is there fire in the hole?" She was confused for a moment, until everyone looked at her crotch. "Oh, is my... pussy...is my pussy hair red?" "Oh my, we need to educate your vocabulary." laughed Lucius. "From now on we say 'cunt.' we like it dirty, ok?" Liz blushed a little. "Yes Daddy. Y'all wanna see the red hair around my... cunt?" "Yes we do." he nodded. She hooked her thumbs into the waist of her warm up pants and pushed them to her knees, exposing the pink flower covered panties of the innocent girl that she was. Orange curly hair protruded from the legs and over the top, leading to an inch wide treasure trail leading to her navel. She sat and pulled the pants off over her sneakers one leg at a time. The cameras zoomed to show the course, long red hair covering her legs. She stood and took off the panties, exposing the orange untouched hair around her mons and cunt. She playfully tossed the panties to Lucius, who caught them. "Very good so far! Pull off those kicks and give us a spin." She did so. "Thank you Daddy!" "Here, put on your new outfit slut." Lucius said as he tossed a shoe box to Liz. Between the heroin and the Ecstasy that was kicking in, Liz was now numb to being naked in front of these strangers. "Thank you Daddy." She opened the box. "Put it on and we'll make your first feature film." Lucius ordered. She dutifully put on the almost nonexistent outfit. It was very sheer emerald green with gold trim piping. It was a microbikini with a microminiskirt, not unlike a tutu. The triangles of the top didn't even come close to covering her areolas. The triangle of the bottom had orange hair poofing out everywhere. The skirt wasn't much more than an afterthought. The shoes were typical 'ho shoes', clear, three inch platforms with five inch heels. She looked like... a white trash whore. She did a spin holding a glass of vodka in one hand and a lit menthol cigarette in the other. The men applauded. "OK, Liz, are you ready?" "Yes Daddy, I'm ready." Liz said as she took a sip of vodka and a drag off of the menthol. Elizabeth Broken Ch. 05-06 Ch.5 Lucius directed, "I'm going to be your boyfriend. Pretend that we're talking on that cell phone on the table. I'll say that I'm coming over. Just read the cue cards and do what I tell you to do. Got it?" "Yes Daddy, I've got it!" The phone on the table rang on cue. Liz picked it up and read the card. "Hello? Hey, Daddy!... Yes... You know I be ready... Stop teasing me... of course, you know I be begging to be knocked up with a nigga baby. Please come put one in my belly!" She read the card. A doorbell rang off camera. "Come in!" Liz read from the card. "How'd you know it was me, you stupid slut?" Lucius said playfully. "I didn't. I was just hoping it'd be a nigger with a big cock to knock me up!" "I knew you'd be a BCW. Come here, you white trash whore." Lucius pulled Liz to him and for the first time in her life, Liz kissed a man. She liked it. The Ecstasy was surely helping. The camera zoomed in on an open mouth, tongue sucking kiss. Lucius pulled the string behind Liz's neck and the top fell below her titbags. He began squeezing them hard. He twisted them. At first, Liz cooed with little "mmmmmms" and "oh yeahs" but slowly she started uttering "N... N... no... Mmmmm.. No, I shouldn't..." "Alonso, she's coming down. Work your magic. This time, though, make it Educational. Keep filming. This will be icing on the cake for the intro show." "Yes Lucius. I'll show her the ropes." Alonso led Liz, bare chested, teen titbags swinging, showing most everything out the door and down the hall. He brought one of the camcorders. After a few doors, Alonso opened one and they went in. It was obviously a drug den. Most of the girls here were dressed somewhat like Liz or completely naked, on top of mattresses too filthy for normal human use. Alonso led her to the far corner. There lay a dried up woman. She looked to be in her fifties. She was in a drugged out stupor. Her arms were covered with marks like the one that Liz had on her left arm. But there were dozens and dozens on this old hag. And they were red, purple, bruised and angry looking. Most looked infected. A rubber hose and needle were there, the one still loosely around her upper arm, the other still in the vein. "She's almost twenty three." Alonso said matter of factly. "Oh my G... " Liz began. Alonso interrupted "You thought that your cousin was bad? This one's sick with the clap, syphilis and hepatitis B. If Cherry here sees things our way, does what we want, we'll get her medicine and she'll live until our next impasse. Otherwise, Jacksonville's crab traps need bait. We can do whatever we want with you. We own you, body and soul. You best make our desires your desires and your most likely short life will be much better that way. Do you get it, whore? If you're interesting and sell sex to our viewers and johns, we might keep you healthy. We're considering using you for breeding, nursing and birthing videos. We'll see. But first, we've got to break you and be satisfied that you are, indeed, broken. Kneel down. Look into the camera." Sadly, acceptingly, Liz knelt by the worn out whore before her and looked up. "Yes sir." "Repeat after me. I'm nothing but a white trash whore." "I'm nothing but a white trash whore." "My whole existence is to serve Black Master, my Daddy." "My whole existence is to serve Black Master, my Daddy." "I will breed with anyone and everyone he tells me to. I will take whatever drugs that he tells me to." "I will breed with anyone and everyone he tells me to. I will take whatever drugs that he tells me to." "I will nurse my nigga babies and any other nigga babies that need nourishment from my titbags." "I will nurse my nigga babies and any other nigga babies that need nourishment from my titbags." "Pull a little blood into the syringe. About a quarter full will do. Then pull it from her arm, get her hose and spoon and let's go back and make a very nasty movie. How does that sound you stupid fucking whore?" "Perfect. Just perfect sir." Liz hung her head. "That's what I thought." Liz pulled the plunger a quarter out filling the bottom of the syringe with the poor wretch's infected blood. Some yellow puss clung to the needle and strung from the hole in the vein. She took the hose from her arm. The spoon was in a thick brown puddle on the floor next to the bed. They walked back to the previous room. Liz sat on the chair in front of the cameras. "OK, here's what you do. You're new, with a low tolerance plus you need to be able to work. You just want to numb yourself, not feel anything for a while. Use this much." He put a small amount of what Liz now knew was heroin into the filthy spoon. "Now put this much water in. Heat it carefully with this lighter. Just enough to dissolve the crystals." She was painfully aware of being filmed doing something that just three hours ago she would have found abhorrent. Alonso continued "Now put the needle tip into the solution. Withdraw all of the liquid into the syringe." He then proceeded to show her how to tie herself off. It was a bit awkward but they finally got it to look good for the camera. Then the moment of truth, the decision to let these monsters turn her into whatever low life wretch they wanted her to become. That moment that she could never come back from. She would now be dependent on "Daddy" not only for drugs, but medicine for infections as well. She slowly, deliberately and with no small amount of force and wincing punctured her vein with a dull heroin and disease filled needle, teetering on the precipice while she read the cue card. "Mommy, Daddy, you were right. I've been too much of a bookworm and a worry wart. I've been an uppity white bitch. I've decided to have fun after all. I'm going to jump in with both feet, now. I'm going to make some interracial porn with big black cocks, do some exclusively interracial hooking and have as many nigger babies as I can. All while addicted to heroin. I'll probably get myself addicted to some other drugs while I'm at it. They have cocaine, crack, crystal meth - I'm feeling pretty good on Ecstasy now. Anything that I want. These niggers tell me that I will definitely want them all. In any case, I Elizabeth Waring, voluntarily now inject myself with heroin." Ch.6 She pushed the plunger and again fell back into the chair. "Oh sweet Jesus, this is nice. I could stay here forever." She clumsily pulled the needle from her arm, a trickle of blood running from the ragged hole. She pulled off the hose and sat up a bit wobbly. Her titbags wobbled also, which actually got chuckles from the men. "Let's continue the movie. I'm ready, where were we?" "I was fondling your luscious titbags. We were here." Lucius extended his hand, helped Liz to her feet and started where he'd left off. They kissed passionately while Lucius mauled Liz's titbags harder than before. This time though, she just went "Mmmmmmm." as if she were feeling nothing but pure pleasure. Lucius pulled the back string on the bikini top and it fell away. He pulled both side strings on the bottoms, but they didn't fall all the way down. They hung suspended from the middle. Alonso said "Wow, man, let me get this. Lucius, hold still. Ho, spread your legs just a little bit." The video recorded the phenomenon. Her cunt had soaked the hair so thoroughly that the bikini bottoms were simply stuck in the moist cunt juice. "Oh yeah, premium footage!" Alonso exclaimed. Lucius pulled the bottoms off of their moist perch. He held the wet triangle to Liz's mouth and she licked her juices off. At this point the other two "cinematographers" began disrobing and pulling their cocks. This was getting hot. Once the single tie of the tutu like skirt was pulled, it fell to the ground. Liz was naked except for the ho shoes. "Always leave the shoes on. Now read your lines." "Yes Daddy." She looked at the card, focused, leaned back and began, "Are you going to fuck my white trash cunt and give me a nigger baby or do I have to go work the corner?" Lucius tossed Liz onto the sofa between the chair that she'd been in and the other sofa that her cousin was nodding on. She landed with her ass hanging over the edge and her legs and feet in the air, exposing her red bush. He put her feet, in their ho shoes, on his shoulder. He hocked up a wad, spit it on her cunt and rubbed his fourteen inch, uncircumcised black cock around in the mix of slime. The cameras zoomed in as Liz's teen cunt began stretching around its first cock. Its first big, black, virile cock. It went in an inch or so. "Oh my God." she moaned. Two more inches. "Sweet Jesus." a little louder. Then her cunt was empty. Lucius had pulled his cock out. He held it over her cunt, stroking it slowly. "Please." "What's that, whore?" "Please put it back." she was actually begging for black cock. Lucius whispered in her ear, "You're doing great you stupid white slut. Now, start reading the cards." She blearily looked over Lucius' shoulder. She could see the cue card. She could also see Alonso and Raphael still filming but also stroking their equally big black cocks. She read the lines. "Baby please put your beautiful black cock back in my cunt. Fuck a black baby into my belly." she begged. "What, you wanna be a Cocoa Puff? You wanna birth nigger babies out your useless white cunt?" Lucius taunted. "Fuck my useless white cunt! It's not good for anything but making more niggers! Make my belly swell up with nigger babies! Stretch and swell my titbags up with milk to feed growing niggas! Ruin them! " she growled. Her black master shoved half of his cock back in, pumped it back and forth six inches two dozen times then pulled it out again. He slapped her hairy red cunt lips with it. "Please, oh God please, shove it back in my cunt!" the tiny little teen begged. "You ain't nothin' but a stupid white trash slut wanting some black cock. Tell me what you really are? " he taunted. Liz grunted as she began frantically rubbing her clit. She'd never masturbated before, but this felt right. "I ain't nothin' but a stupid white trash slut! I wanna pop fat black babies out of my ruined, stretched out cunt. I want them to suckle on my ruined, swollen, saggy titbags!" Lucius rammed all fourteen inches of fat black cock into the recently virgin cunt. "Thank you master! Thank you so much for your black cock. Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me with your black cock! Pollute my womb! Make me fit for breeding nothing but nigga babies! Make me unfit for white men. Ruin me!" Liz was wandering on and off script, but the men were more than pleased with her performance. If she was this hot ad libbing, let her as long as they could steer her back to the plot eventually. Lucius began to slap, punch, squeeze, pull and twist Liz's titbags. "How does the stupid white trash fuck hole like this?" he spat in her face as he nearly picked her up by her gorgeous schoolgirl breasts. She licked the spit from her upper lip and replied, "As long as it gets me a heard of niggers up my snatch, you can do anything you be wantin' to do to this stupid white trash fuck hole! Anything! I'm just white trash!" "You want to hide your filthy little secret? You gonna be all ashamed? You gonna hide up in here, not let any crackers see your sorry ass?"