0 comments/ 30868 views/ 5 favorites The Taking of Miranda By: Erotic_Angel Miranda walked home, as she always did, after work. She enjoyed the peaceful walk, the dim light after the harsh fluorescents at work soothed her tired eyes, and she paused only long enough to kick off her shoes. Looping them over one slender finger, she continued on her way, she was a lithe figure moving down the walkway, lush, full curves filling out the dress she wore, well-toned legs flexing with each step she took towards her home, her dark hair splashing over her shoulders in shimmering waves, and she smiled to herself as she moved. The workweek was over, and she had the entire weekend to herself now, she had plans of absolutely nothing but chilled wine and bad movies. Behind her, the shadows stirred, a gentle swirling as a figure appeared, seemingly from nowhere, watching as she moved down the street. He was tall, powerfully built, and moved as though he were a part of the darkness itself as he monitored her movement down the street, watching her enter her building. A sinister smile spread over his lips as he again vanished, only to appear once more upon her balcony, cloaked in the darkness, his feral gaze watching through the frail glass as she moved about her apartment. Unaware, she walked through her place, entering her bedroom, only to return a short time later, clad in a short silk robe, her hips rolling gently as she padded into the kitchen to retrieve her wine and a glass. In minutes, the lights were off, the only illumination was from the flickering screen of the television across the room as she curled on the end of the couch, sipping the wine as she watched the night's fare of old movies, mostly black and white horror flicks, an amused smile on her lips, she loved these tacky old things. He waited, he was a creature of the ages and a few hours were nothing to him as he stood on the balcony, watching as she emptied the bottle of wine, her eyes becoming heavy lidded, and her posture slumping slightly on the couch as she watched the images on the screen. When he deemed the time right, he again employed the shadows, slipping through them like a malignant fog to emerge behind her silently. Ironic really, the image on the screen was of a woman, being seduced by a vampire, and he almost laughed at the parallels. Though this woman's "seduction" would be nowhere near as peaceful as the woman's on the screen. Miranda shifted on the couch, stretching out over the cushions as she watched, and rested her head to the arm as the movie progressed. She barely felt the first touch, so soft was its caress, though her form shivered as though a chill had passed through her. The second was more insistent, more intrusive, and it felt as though something was slithering under the hem of her robe. Startled, she jerked upright, swatting at the robe with a clumsy hand, tipsy from the wine. It was then he began in earnest. The shadows erupted from the corners of the room, tendrils of pure darkness, which swarmed towards her, capturing her wrists, ankles, and throat, her cries of surprise choked off as she was raised from the couch, suspended in mid-air. She writhed and twisted, trying desperately to break free from their grip as other tendrils lashed forward, her robe soon hung in tatters on her lush body, the strips of torn fabric soon gone as well, and a deep laughter filled her ears. Terrified, her wide eyes sought the source, and the tendrils turned her slowly towards him, his eyes aglow with savage glee as he watched the captured woman being displayed before him and he winked as he met her gaze. She froze in fear as she saw him, still in the dark bonds which held her, a startled cry coming from her as the tendrils tightened and she found her arms and legs spread wide, leaving her utterly exposed to him. He came no closer, merely nodded his dark head, and at this motion, another tendril snaked from the darkness, crawling up over her body in a slow caress. The touch making her quiver and jerk, though she could go nowhere, the tendrils held her hard and fast as this new one crept up over her, finally stopping at her heaving breasts, circling them, and squeezing tightly, it's tip flicking madly over the nipples until they began to harden. Miranda's eyes widened again as she felt the sexual assault of her sensitive flesh and she cried out once more as the thing began playing with her large breasts, then screamed as she felt yet another one sliding over her, this one between her thighs. The sound of her screams were silenced as a new tendril shot out, wrapping about her head and covering her lips as the new intruder dashed up towards her exposed sex, the tip diving between her nether lips and parting them, rubbing itself over her now exposed clit hard and fast and she trembled, whimpering through the shadow gag as her body was taken by the dark tendrils. He laughed and slipped closer, his dark, deep voice whispering next to her ear. "You have always wanted to be taken by the dark. It shows in the way you walk at night, in the shows you choose when you are alone. Well, now you have your wish, girl." Miranda gasped under the gag, her wide eyes locking with his own and suddenly she felt the tendril between her thighs penetrate her now moist pussy with one thrust, entering her deeply and she cried out, arching in the shadow shackles which held her. The thing pumped in and out of her, swelling inside her until it stretched her tender walls, filling her like nothing ever had before and Miranda began to feel her body betray her as her juices began to flow. Her terrified mind fought this, it couldn't be happening, she couldn't be enjoying this dark rape by this creature, but her body had other ideas and she writhed in the bonds as the tendril fucked her almost savagely, the other tendrils toying with her breasts, caressing her body utterly as they slithered and danced over her flesh with abandon. She found herself only wanting more, giving in as a new tendril began to play around the tight, sweet star of her ass before plunging inside there as well. There was no pain, simply a filling chill that swelled as the one in her now dripping pussy had. Hung in the air, her body taken in every way it could be, she thrashed in the bonds as she moaned and whimpered. He smiled, loving her reactions, she was such a wanton little slut, they all were in the end, the pleasure proving too much for them, and he moved forward, making a light gesture with one hand, and she rose into the air further as the tendrils fucked and molested her ripe body. He positioned himself between her tautly held legs and the one in her pussy withdrew, though the one in her ass continued to pump in and out of her tight hole. His hand rose once more, this time to play his fingers through the sweet honey that ran from her in abundance now. Sniffing lightly, he smiled again and slowly licked it from his fingers like an exotic delicacy before moving his head forward and driving his tongue deeply into the wet slit, lapping at her juices, her heat and the scent of her mortality driving his beast to the surface as the tendrils fucked and stroked her helpless body. She screamed and cried out in pleasure as she felt his chill tongue entering her impossibly deep, her hips rolling and rocking in the bonds that held her aloft. She was almost mindless now as the pleasure engulfed her completely, all she knew were the sensations, which crashed through her in wave after wave of unstoppable ecstasy. Below, the fiend growled as he tongue fucked her sweet pussy hard and fast, his hands gripping her heart shaped ass and impaling her further onto his driving tongue. In a flash his fangs descended, and he bit into the swollen flesh of her clit, the vitae bursting from the throbbing flesh and cascading over his tongue in a flurry of taste and sensation. Growling again, he clutched her tighter as she quivered and moaned, the euphoria of the dark kiss rushing through her like the heat of a million orgasms, taking her last rational thought from her mind as he sucked her clit slowly, drawing more of her into a dance down his waiting throat. Lapping the tiny wounds closed, he rose, unaided, through the air over her body, his lips leaving trails of cooling fire over her flesh as he came up over her, his lips latching onto one firm nipple, biting and suckling the tender flesh until she screamed in pleasure, and as the sound erupted from her, his cock, raging and hard as granite, plunged into her throbbing sex deeply, exploding into her body like a freight train. His hips rocked hard and fast as he took the woman as his own, his fangs once more biting through her flesh, piercing it around the nipple, and he drank again as she whimpered and moaned under his assault. His beast at it's peak, he suckled the blood slowly, relishing each drop as his cock ravaged her tender pussy, the shadows still caressing her form, the one still embedded firmly in her tight ass and fucking her in rhythm with his massive cock. He felt her weakening and he withdrew his fangs, sealing the wounds, he wished to keep this one, she was a far hotter fuck than he had at first anticipated. The wounds vanished under his lapping tongue and he increased his pace, knowing the woman had already orgasmed, and several times, now it was his turn, and he fucked her with a rhythm so fast it almost shook her to her bones, pounding, thrashing, filling her with a vicious heat that took her breath from her body. Throwing his head back, he released a howl of pure, primal ecstasy as he erupted inside her ravaged pussy, his raging cock throbbing hard as his bloody seed filled her belly deeply. Thrusting, growling and grasping her roughly, he let his full satisfaction fill her completely until the red-tinged slickness ran down her spread thighs. He finally pulled from her now limp form, drifting back to the ground, his eyes staring up at this slut, her body limp in the grasp of the tendrils, the one in her ass slowly drawing free. He laughed, letting the shadows wrap around her utterly, and in a flash, they were both gone from her apartment, the only sign anything had happened was the overturned glass of half drunk wine, and a bloody stain on the floor beneath the place she had hung. No one ever knew what had happened to her, and eventually, they stopped looking. But deep in his lair, she remained, sustained by small infusions of his blood, no longer having to be held captive. Now, she begged to be fucked by him, to be ravaged by the tendrils that could do things no mortal ever could. The Taking of Miranda Part 1 Darrel Zanook’s trip down to the Bahamas in his private Gulfstream V had been uneventful. The medium sized business jet of his never ran into problems with customs, as it was well known that he was an honorary member of the President’s private war on drugs in America. An entrepreneur now for the last ten years he’d made a killing in computer hardware, and having invested wisely found that he wouldn’t have to worry about money for the rest of his life. Of course having nothing to do would probably have killed him, and so he bought himself a hobby, and with it came a whole group of film studios, and other hobbies. Like the women he garnered to star in his, shall we say, slightly distasteful movie kingdom. Beautiful to be sure, like Trish there in the forward lounge area sleeping fitfully on the forward couch. The former Patricia Holecroft of upper class Bostonian Society. A former debutant daughter of a wealthy local politician who’d married a local brain surgeon, Trish was Darrel’s latest trophy-married-white-slut turned porno queen. Not that she’d wanted to take up a career other than the one she had as wife, spouse, and future mother of a dying dynasty, but she’d been given no choice in the matter once Darrel had spied her sitting with her husband at an off Broadway play. He’d just made her an offer that she couldn’t hardly afford to refuse. By first kidnapping the natural honey blond from the suite they were staying in, and taking her to his studio where he, and seven other black men brought her to one screaming orgasm after another on film. Trish had willingly made 50 different porn films for Darrel since that day. Her latest fuck filled film also staring a rather mangy looking large Heinz 57 stray dog by the incredibly simple name, Rover. Making Trish the lowest of the low as far as her status in the world was concerned if anyone of importance to her ever found out. But that no longer mattered to Darrel, nor would it matter to Trish once he delivered her to Sheik Abu. Even tainted Trish had sold for a quarter of a million US, and once her family and friends got a copy of her latest film they wouldn’t care if she never showed up in Boston again. But it did create a small hole in Darrel’s stable of starlets that needed to be filled, and as quickly as possible as far as Darrel was concerned. A concern that quickly disintegrated the moment he set eyes on Maranda and her husband in the Club International, the hottest dinner, and dance club in the Caribbean. This was were all the honeymooners, and beautiful vacationing couples went to for a night of wine, a bit of song, and a clear romantic star filled sky out on the veranda, and nearby beach. The club’s nickname as Lover’s Cove didn’t hurt its profit margin much either. Sitting alone at his reserved table, dressed in one of his tailored tuxedos, and sipping lightly at his Glenlevet, Darrel had just finished dinner when the normal murmuring in the room edged down the decibel scale by 50. (An oddity that never failed to happen when a real looker entered the cavernous room, alerting him instantly to the possibility of a promising new starlet.) With his usual table located at an advantageous spot for his perusal of the landscape, he waited two ticks for the murmuring to increase in volume then casually turned his head to see what had gulped up all the noise a moment earlier. It was like two separate yet magnetic radar programs homed in on each other as his eyes went right to hers, and hers to him. He felt an instant connection, and let his eyes caress what his hands could not. The light white with a flowery pattern dress on the blond highlighted dark blond goddess provoked Darrel’s mind instantly as her high heels clickety clacked as she sauntered by. Damn! Look at those nipples sticking out like little thumbs, he thought. She can’t be wearing a bra. Those breasts can’t have ever fed a baby being that firm. I wonder if she’s wearing bikini thong panties? Hell, is she wearing panties at all? I wonder if she’s marred her flesh with a tattoo as is the latest fashion? No, not this one, if anything, probably one of those navel rings with some expensive jewel, or stone that no one can see unless she’s undressed for her preferred lover, or showing her stuff at the beach, I’ll bet. Yeah, it would be a shame to blemish such perfection with anything other than fine gold, and jewels, wouldn’t it. He could also tell by her bearing that she was every bit a lady used to getting her own way with either a pout, or a smile, and little else. Two things that showed on woman, no matter what, was innocence, and class. Not so innocent, as she was obviously married to the geek on her sleeve, but classy as she was what innocence was there glowed like a beacon at every male within a 100 mi. radius. A glance back upward caught her appraising him as well, and the smile before her head turned back towards her husband sealed her doom in Darrel’s eyes forever. A nod in Milo’s direction then set Darrel’s plan in motion. And as he sipped his drink, never taking his eyes off of the couple after that, Milo, his personal secretary, began his investigation. Two hours later Milo returned, and whispered in his ear that everything was set. ************ “What’s the matter dear?” Maranda asked joining her husband Erick at the front desk. “As I’ve been trying to tell your husband here,” interrupted the manager of the Regency Hotel where they were staying, “there seems we have a plumbing disaster on your level, and we have moved all of your things to one of our suites for the rest of the duration of your stay here. I’m sorry for the inconvenience, but these new accommodations should more than make up for it, and at no additional cost on your parts at all.” “And you moved everything?” Maranda inquired. “Yes, well, everything but the bed sheets, and other linen of the room, but all of your belongings to be sure. Feel free to inventory your things, and we will replace anything that you can confirm you had with you when you checked in.” “We certainly will,” Maranda all but grinned at this fortunate turn of luck. She’d wanted a suite in the first place, but had been voted down by Erik’s wallet size for this trip. A concession she’d made to get the rest of what she’d wanted out of this mini vacation/second honeymoon trip. And the smile she awarded him at this turn of fortune told of vast pleasures yet unknown, but soon to be reached once they got past the threshold of this latest bit of good fortune. Something Maranda quickly proved the moment they arrived in suite Ten Oh Six. ************ “Looks like luxury turns this bitch on,” Milo said standing next to where Darrel sat in front of the wall of two way mirrors that looked into suite 1006, “she jumped his bones the moment they entered, eh.” “Tsk, tsk Milo. After all this is their first wedding anniversary. Did you acquire the cameras, and cameramen we need?” “Yes sir, they’ll be here.” Milo chuckled. “It took some doing, but when I told them the pay they stopped complaining about it being too early in the morning.” “What about the others?” “Our own people are already in route, and will arrive around three in the morning. Oh… and Abu’s private jet took off an hour ago for parts unknown. Trish doesn’t look half bad in a veil, and covered from head to toe in silk.” “You tell him she’s knocked up?” “He already knew, but it didn’t seem to bother him in the least. Your Swiss account is heavier by a quarter of a million.” “Excellent Milo. You have done your usual best, and will be rewarded appropriately in your bonus package, and 401K.” “You are too kind, sir.” “Yes. Just remember that,” Darrel replied, in effect dismissing his personal secretary for the moment to go and find his own amusement, or sleep. “Just one question, if you don’t mind, sir.” “Yes?” Darrel even turned to answer his only real friend on the planet. “Why?” Darrel knew the layers upon layers of what that one word question of Milo’s meant. And he could have answered with a simple; “Because I can,” but he felt this must have been important in some way to Milo that was beyond their personal friendship. “Ever see that movie where Robert Redford offers Woody Harrelson a million dollars to borrow his wife Demi Moore for a weekend?” Milo’s nod allowed him to continue. “Well as you know the women we approach aren’t nearly as in need of, or willing because of their own status, and money to be traded off as some playboy’s plaything. Yet, if they truly had a choice for a casual fling that nobody would find out about, including their family and friends, they’d jump at the chance. And as to answer for the follow up “Why,” as in: Why do I make them pay for it after the fact? Let’s just say that they’ve earned it in one way or another for maliciously teasing men’s minds all their petty lives, and leave it at that, shall we.” ************ Lying in a puddle of sheets as naked as the day she’d entered life, Maranda loved the comfort of wallowing in the wet pool of their honeymoon nest after a night of catch up passion. Well nearly caught up, she reprimanded her thoughts. She probably shouldn’t have sucked Erick off first. It had taken another hour for him to recuperate, and even then after too much teasing he’d cum in her before she was able to get off herself. Still, Erick had always been good at cuddling afterwards, and falling asleep together spoon fashion was her favorite way to doze off. “You know I hate this,” Erick said slipping into his golf shoes as he looked down at her with a slight ember of desire still sparking behind those eyes just from gazing at her enchanting vision, “but your father insisted that I talk to Judge Freeman while down here, and he’d only agree if I joined him for 19 holes today.” “Just leave the money on the dresser,” Maranda said rising up on her right elbow, trying to look appropriately used, as any prostitute might under similar circumstances. Then with a pout added, “after all, a lonely woman needs money to shop.” With a grin forming on his face her husband reached into his back pocket, pulled out his wallet, and opening it said: “I believe the agreed upon price was “$200.00 for one night,” and he then placed two crisp hundreds on the night stand next to the bed before bending over and giving her a kiss that suggested further fun upon his return. Then without further discussion grabbed his golf bag, and headed out the door saying, “oh, and by the way, I ordered you some breakfast with room service.” Maranda allowed her body to collapse back down onto the rumpled sheets in total frustration. Why was it always business that got in the way of their love life? Even here in the most romantic islands on the face of the planet her father’s business had wheedled its way into their life. And just when she was getting a nice frothy hate built up, there was that insistent knocking of “Room Service,” out in the foyer. “Well hell,” Maranda grouched out loud, “maybe I can turn room service on with a little tease,” and she quickly put on her favorite blouse, and skirt over a matching bra and panties. “Come…” Maranda never got the chance to say anything more as a hood fell over her head, and the antiseptic stench of chloroform permeated her senses before the world faded out. “I certainly will,” the sound of a strange male baritone voice following her into the black abyss. ************ The acrid smell of an arid stimulant slapped Maranda awake instantly. Though still a bit groggy she knew immediately that her wrists, and ankles were bound because she could barely move on the hard flat surface under her. And for some reason her vision was a complete blur making it impossible to see more than three out of focus feet away into the darkness all around her with that blinding spot light overhead focused on her. And even as the grogginess faded her vision didn’t clear up, and Maranda became acutely aware that she was helpless, and that there was someone, or more in the vicinity staring at her. “She’s waking up now,” said a male voice from the outer blackness. “Good.” Stated another male voice, only more of a baritone this time. “Get the cameras running. Well edit this later, and cut out what doesn’t work.” It was only then that the real fear of her situation began to seep into Maranda’s mind as she realized the hem of her skirt was now bunched up around her crotch, and that the top two buttons of her blouse were no longer buttoned. Whoever these men where they were certainly strangers to her, and had no business seeing her this exposed, and if it weren’t for the ball gage in her mouth she’d have given them all a real piece of her mind. “Okay Cheryl, get in there, and warm the bitch up,” said the baritone gruffly. The next thing Maranda knew was there was someone standing next to her, and from the perfume obviously a woman. She jerked in her bonds as a hand touched her right ankle, then slid caressing upward along Maranda’s inner thigh towards her most private of privates. Maranda’s voice catching in her throat behind the ball gag as thrill after thrill shivered through her body uncontrollably under the other woman’s gentle finger tips. “Look at that slut’s nipples! They’re starting to poke out through that flimsy bra, and silk blouse of hers now,” announced the first male voice, causing Maranda to blush in gasping shame, “oh she loves it alright. She’ll make an excellent addition to your porn stable, sir.” “Of course,” replied the baritone. Obviously the man in charge here, and her new, and greatest enemy. "Oh God!...please stop!" Her mind screamed. It was then that those dancing fingers reached Maranda’s silky sheer black nylon pantied vulva, and her hips lifted up of their own volition, and a groan escaped from around the seal of her lips with the ball gag. “Nuh… ooooooooooooooooooo!” (THIS, was the part that was so unbelievable for Maranda… and freaking her out to feel her most and ONLY private gifts to a man… exposed… for their own disgustingly perverted, voyeuristic pleasure..., and that these vile people would have this mental picture of her for the rest of their lives... knowing what she looked like… NAKED.) “If she likes that, Cheryl, just think how much she’ll love your tongue there,” commented the baritone, then, “open her blouse, and cut off her bra if you have too.” Hands fumbled shakily at her chest, and down along her torso as Maranda felt her blouse being unbuttoned by Cheryl, and then the front snap of her bra was released, and the cups peeled away to expose her natural, and before now secreted, beauty before these strangers. Maranda’s heart beat in her chest like a trip-hammer, and it took her complete concentration just to keep herself breathing in and out as she actually felt eyes from the outer darkness slither over her naked bosom like the silk gloves worn by her doorman at home. “No scars, so they must be either natural, or made by the best plastic surgeon in the universe, eh.” This comment too was made by that first male voice. “I told you she was real, Milo,” replied the baritone. “You certainly did, Darrel. And you were right about something else as well. Look at her panties, their soaking wet.” “And not just from her husbands sparse offering of last night either, I think,” Darrel chuckled. “She’s enjoying the hell out of this.” (The thought of someone doing this to her like this... feeling used... sent shivers thru Maranda. The thought of fighting the idea of what was happening to her, and the FEAR of her body responding to them... fighting to make sure her nipples didn't harden... fighting the desire to breath harder... the FEAR of her pussy getting wet... and them knowing it... the feeling of being ashamed as they realized they were in control... her body violated... touched, rubbed, licked, kissed... ENTERED... the shock and feeling of defeat if she were to let them make her cum was a fast invading nightmare into this reality.) “She’ll need all the lubing her body can make if she’s gonna take that big black dick of yours, Darrel,” Milo chuckled. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!” Maranda groaned through the ball gag. No! Please No! her mind reeled with the terror of this impossible situation. Fear the panic in her heart drum rolling blood through her veins. All of her life she’d made the choices, she’d been the one in control in every relationship. And yet, already these perverts could see what their obscene manipulations of her flesh were doing to her. Making her…, but she dared not think in that direction, or all would be lost for sure. Better to just lay still, and let them rape her, as they surely would, than give… NO! No! No! No! Don’t think! Don’t move! Or surely your will, will be……there will. Her mind shouted. “Now remove the whore’s panties, Cheryl,” Darrel commanded lightly, “nice and slow. That’s it. Let her feel herself being exposed to use. I’m sure she loves to tease men. Isn’t that so…. Maranda?” “Oh, oh nooooooooo!” Miranda managed to squeak out around the gag as she felt Cheryl’s finger slip under her skirt then, and take hold of the elastic waistband of her sheer black panties, and begin to slowly peel them down along her silky smooth flesh. Down over her flared hips. Ever downward past Maranda’s vulva first exposing her scant bikini trimmed pubic thatch. Past her engorged clitoris, and down beyond the slick slim lips of her vagina, just sticking for a moment before releasing their reluctant grip on her last vestige of modesty. The thong slipping from Maranda’s ass crack making her feel even more degraded than she ever could have imagined. “Told you she liked thongs,” Milo crowed to nobody unparticular. “Okay Cut!” Cried out Darrel. “Make-up! Lose the pubic thatch! Oh, and while we’re at it, get the wig. Let’s make her a real blond, blond!” Part Two: “Okay everybody,” Darrel shouted, “let’s take it from where Cheryl starts to peel down her panties again.” Maranda heard more than felt the air-conditioning unit kick in before the cool air brushed along her now perspiring flesh. She hadn’t realized that she’d begun to perspire under the heat of the spotlights, and the tension stirred up by her being so openly exposed while forced to under go a close shave of her entire pubic region. Not that there was much left to shave the way she keep herself trimmed. The strong hands that had held her from kicking out at the blurred person shaving her crotch bare was almost more humiliation than Maranda had been able to stand, and still keep her sanity. “And…..ACTION!” It was like a de’jevu nightmare, or a horrible video replay at the very least, as Cheryl once again reached under Maranda’s skirt to peel her silky sheer black nylon panties slowly down over her hips, and ever downward. Once again Maranda’s blush encompassed her whole body as she struggled vainly to thwart the inevitable. The struggling actually aiding Cheryl in lower her panties from under her butt. And Cheryl took every opportunity to caress, and fondle Maranda’s smooth exposed flesh too, eliciting little cooing strangled moans that oozed out around Maranda’s gag further embarrassing her. “Oh look,” Milo commented, “you can see she’s dripping with excitement!” Maranda’s earlier plan to lay immobile had switched to one of struggle. Her reasoning being that at least with the struggling the cameras couldn’t be fooled into thinking this was anything other than a case of rape against her will. So if nothing else her body motions would ruin their attempts at making this look as if she was a willing accomplice. “Okay fellas, close in now,” Darrel directed, “camera one you get her face, camera two I want a slow tantalizing pan from her chest on down, then zoom in on her moist dripping pussy. Yeah, that’s it. Oh, and Cheryl take the gag out. We’ll edit the sounds in later. I just want them to capture her face as you eat her pussy out.” The Taking of Miranda Suddenly Maranda felt a sharp edged blade poking at her throat, and then Darrel whispered in her right ear; “I’m only gonna warn you this once bitch. If you say anything, and I mean anything, out loud that I don’t like I’ll cut your husbands balls off and stuff them down your throat as he watches bleeding to death. Understood?” Maranda nodded then, in fear now for both her Erik’s and her own life, and vowed to herself not to upset this maniac no matter what it cost her in humiliation. And by the building up of uncontrolled heat in her traitorous body by the mere fact that these people could see her most private of body parts, and that horrible lesbian’s every sensuous tantalizing, and titillating caresses piled shame upon shame in the tally ledger of Maranda’s mind. Her own flesh giving up pleasure for these beasts amusement that had here to before been reserved only for those Maranda’s own will had deemed worthy of such awards, was for her, the worst outrage that ever could have perpetrated on her being. And this stopping, and starting, and stopping and starting all over again for the cameras was driving her beyond the brink of sexual madness as well, and was worse than any teasing she’d ever endured with past lovers. “Okay, CUT!” Darrel directed once more. “Let’s move the bitch to the gyno bench for the next take.” Maranda felt the four bonds being released, and then her body was lifted, and placed on to a different bench that was padded, but had her legs bound again at the ankles, her panties gone, and her legs wide apart with her butt up in the air, and her upper body angled towards the ground with her arms no longer bound, but held in stasis by the laws of gravity over her head now dangling towards the floor. With blood rushing to both her head, and her womb at the same time, as Cheryl thumbed her clitty during the whole process Maranda was now at their complete mercy. The new bench was on wheels she figured as they moved her back under those bright lights once again. She’d given up reasoning why everything was blurred to her, figuring that they’d probably used some kind of eye drop drugs on her while she’d been unconscious to cause that. No doubt to keep her from ever pointing the finger at anyone here in a court of law later on. “Annnd… ACTION!” Darrel shouted again. Maranda’s hips suddenly lifted up sharply from the bench of their own accord as Cheryl’s searing tongue slid up along the full length of her sensitive nether crack. That insidious digit gliding along her ass crack to her clitty, with a brief stop at her pussy lips to dip inside of her, and delve for the rich pungent nectar contained within. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO… oooooooooooooooooo!” Maranda’s scream leveling out to a mere moan of obvious pleasure for the enjoyment of those watching nearby. “That’s it baby! Howl!” Milo laughed. “Close in,” Darrel directed, and the cameramen moved to just within the circle of light to capture what Darrel wanted from Maranda emotional, and fleshy upheaval. “Oh yeah, that’s great! Too bad your husband isn’t here to see this, Maranda. I’m sure it would be a fantasy come true to see your slutty ass wriggling around wantonly for another woman.” “Fuck You!” Maranda shouted back sharply. The tongue in her twat twisting, and teasing incessantly maddening beyond her comprehension for sexual torture before now. “In due time,” Darrel snickered back, then with a gravely edge to that baritone added, “and… when you’re ready to beg for my big black cock… I will.” Maranda cringed in hopelessness, her fate sealed by her own involuntary request. “Keep it up, Cheryl,” Darrel directed, “just don’t let her cum. But I want her begging for my cock in less than an hour!” Maranda vowed to herself that she’d never give into Darrel’s demand, but within 15 minutes of Cheryl’s incredible teasing tongue doing things to her pussy that Maranda had never imagined she could live through, she knew it was a hopeless vow. “Put the nipple clamps on her now?” Milo suggested from the void. “Great idea, buddy,” Darrel agreed, “and go ahead and suck them nice fat titties first to make them pop up real good before you put them on her.” The first touch of Milo’s lips locking around her nipples seared Maranda’s soul, causing her to start mumbling incoherently from then on, and only when Milo finally applied the nipple clamps did Maranda scream out in tortured bliss just short of orgasm as Cheryl once again stopped paying attention to Maranda’s pussy to halt the outpouring of pleasure. “NOOOoooooooooooooo! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease! Nooooooo!” “No what Maranda?” Darrel inquired sweetly sickening. “No don’t stop? Or Please, Please Fuck Me, Darrel?” “Arrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaa!” Maranda gurgled out her frustration. The air suddenly think with apprehension all around her. “Pease! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease! Stop torturing meeeeeeeeeeee!” “Well sure, babe!” Milo teased. “No problem! All ya gotta do is beg the boss to fuck you. You know, tell him to stick that big black prick of his into that fine hot little white fuck hole of yours,” as Cheryl’s tongue once again glanced across Maranda’s engorged clitoris. “Ye… no... oooooooooooooo! Please, pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeazzzzzzzzze!!! Stop… don’t… stop… don’t… stop… don’t… stop! PLEASE!” “Sounds like she’s begging for it to me,” Milo laughed. Indeed, it took all of Maranda’s disintegrating strength to keep from babbling out her great need for Darrel’s dubious pleasure pleaser. Her hands already reaching out to hold Cheryl’s face by the woman’s hair tight into her groin, her hips wriggling to add to the woman’s tantalizing grip on her sanity, and the nearness of that ever illusive void of orgasmic nirvana. So that perhaps this way Maranda might at least get off enough to forestall the inevitable. Even if it was a lesbian charged obscenity. But it was not to be. “That’s enough Cheryl,” Darrel commanded, “you may go now.” “Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!” Maranda screamed as she lost her grip on Cheryl’s head, and that magical tongue slipped away from her crotch. But just as quickly something else smooth hard, and soft slid along the length of Maranda’s slit making her breath ease out in a long hiss; “Yessssssssssssssssssssssss!” The leathery appendage gliding along her engorged clit making her reach out, and hold it forcefully against her over heated flesh made her realize immediately that she was holding a prick of immense proportions. It had to be at least twice as big as Erick’s penis both in length, and girth. The damn thing was even bigger than her favorite vibrating dildo back home. The black one that she’d bought on a whim when they’d visited an Adult Novelty, and Book Store on her honeymoon last year to tease her husband with.. Oh sure she’d used it on herself in private when ever the urge was too much, and Erick unresponsive, but that too had been her choice, not the dildo’s. “Oh yeah,” Milo crooned, “I think she likes your big black mamba, sir. Look at the way she’s trying to guide it into her fuck slot.” Milo’s words damning her for the slut she’d always known she could be, Maranda blushed even redder in absolute shame at her own groveling response to that elephantine trunk like prick in her hands caressing the outer lips of her vulva, and engorged clit over, and over. But try as she might she couldn’t get the right angle to have it enter, and fill her cunny. Didn’t these people see that she was giv… “Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!” And suddenly just as quickly the huge head of that illusive cock popped into her pussy stretching her slit like nothing ever had in her life. “Yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss! Oh FUCK YES!” And she almost slipped over the edge of eternity into the abyss of climax when the head of that cock popped right back out of her. “No! No! No! Please! Don’t! Stop… noooo… don’t… stop… fuck… me! Please!” Her speech was all tangled up in her mouth, her mind wasn’t functioning properly, and more than anything she wanted, craved, and absolutely had to have that big nasty cock back in her pussy. All the way inside my pussy! All the fucking wayyyyy! “Now that’s definitely begging,” Milo chuckled, “this cunt wants it real bad Darrel.” “Just keep the cameras rolling, smart-ass,” Darrel directed, “I want all of it on film, and tape for her to view later on.” “No sweat, sir. There’s plenty of film, and they’ve just changed the video tapes for fresh blank ones.” “Here that, slut!” Darrel whispered. “If you want this big black dick you better start begging for it. And I mean you had better make me believe you really want it, too!” “P… lease…” “Call me master.” “Pl… ease… …mass…ter…” Maranda heard her own voice violating her own vow not to give in, yet, knowing her traitorous body had even now reached her mental faculties to the point of making her actually beg this strange unknown black man, this crazy fucking NIGGER BASTARD to take her most sacred possessions. “Please what, WHORE? What is it exactly that you want?” “Please… …master, PLEASE! Fu…ck… ME! Fuck me! Fuck me with your Big BLACK… COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOCKKKKK!” The last coming out as a cross between a gargling sound, and a scream as the head of Darrel’s prick once again slid into Maranda’s pussy. Part Three: “Okay Milo,” Darrel said, “NOW!” And as Darrel pushed steadily into Maranda’s fist tight clenching cunt funnel Milo reached over, grabbed her clit between thumb and forefinger before shoving a needle through her most sensitive flesh. Maranda had just begun to leap over the edge down into the valley of multiple orgasm when the searing pain shot through her like a bullet. “Ahhhhhhhh… Oouuuuuuuuu..Shhhhhhhhhhhhhittttttt!” Strangely enough the pain must have been like a hand slapping her, and pushed her into an orgasm of such strength, and multitude that her brain began to shut down, and an all-consuming black void envelope her as Maranda fell into the oblivion passing out right on cue for Darrel’s cameras. ‘Well, as long as she’s out pierce her nipples, put in the three gold rings I bought as well,” Darrel directed Milo. And as Milo did his bidding Darrel took the time to push steadily deeper into the unconscious flesh of his latest conquest until the head of his cock was knocking up against Maranda’s cervix. Then he eased back an inch, waiting for Milo to finish his task. “Give her another whiff of that stimulant, Milo.” ************ The dream of large Hershey Kisses melting into a pool for her to wallow around, soak and luxuriate in like a mammoth mud bath, was fast becoming Maranda’s all time favorite dream when the outer edges of reality once again begged, and needled her for attention. The feeling of having the cramps when her period had ended only a week ago was absurd, but it persisted nonetheless. And then her eyes flew wide open as she instantly realized just what was causing that cramped feeling in her body. The blurred image of a black male over top of her greeted Maranda as the world crashed into being around her. The feeling that there was something familiar about this black man faded quickly as she realized it had to be his massive penis that was crammed, stretching out her here before dainty, and tight little vagina. “Ah good,” came the baritone voice she’d come to know as Darrel’s, “I see you once again amongst the living. In the future though, I would appreciate it if you only came upon my command, little bitch.” Once again the over whelming humiliation of her shameful situation made her blush. But this time with the blush came tiny little pinpricks at both her breasts, and vagina, particularly at her nipples, and clitty. Instantly painful, yet ticklishly teasing both at the same time, and uncomfortable to be sure in her present condition as the sexual toy/plaything of these horrible people. Added to the pleasure pain of having her pussy being warped, stretched out to almost twice that of what any cock, fortunate enough to have garnered her favor in the past, made her cunt pulse with the beat of her heart, and cause it to melt in uncontrolled sexual heat the like of which Maranda had never imagined in her life before now. There was no doubt that they had teased her to one mind shattering orgasm already, but she was damned if she would let them make her cum… ever again. Maranda vowed this to herself once again, and prayed that she could keep her resolve, though she knew already that it was a hopeless cause the way her cunt was responding to that big black prick wedged into it now. “How’s it feel to be Nigger pussy now, Whore?” Darrel snickered, and she heard similar snickering out there in the black beyond the spotlights they were under shaming her all the more. “Oh don’t think for a moment that I can’t tell that I’m the first black cock to grace this hallowed fuck funnel of yours. It’s obvious that the only thing you’ve ever let it feed on was little white pimple dicks like your husband’s, or some dinky jock back in high school. But no more, baby! Uh uh. No, once you go black, you never go back. And that’s a promise, Bitch!” Then as if to establish his point Maranda felt that huge black cock of Darrel’s move slowly out of her. Immediately there was a feeling of total, and utter emptiness filling her soul as that horse sized cock pulled out. The flesh that had been stretched out refusing to shrink momentarily left a gaping longing of incredible want inside of Maranda. “Nooooooooo! Please!” Maranda cried out involuntarily. Her arm raising up, hands grabbing at the blur of black flesh above her as her legs followed in like manner snaking around behind Darrel as well. “Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze! NO!” And as if answer to a silent prayer, the cock of the strange black man once again pressed back into her fuck sleeve. “Yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!” Maranda hissed, and the shame of her traitorous body giving into the qualms of this blasphemous black bastard, her so called Black Master, corrupted any resolve she had left. “Yes, yes, YES!” “Yes, you like that don’t my little slut,” Darrel stated the obvious, shaming Maranda all the more with his truth, “Do you feel my bare cock inside you? You wouldn’t want to ruin this feeling with a condom over it would you? I can feel everything inside you like this... my big black cock slides in so easily... because it excites you so much more than those puny pimple pricks you’re used to. Doesn’t it? DOESN’T IT?” “OOOOOOOOoooooooooooooo! Yessssssssss… Masssssssssster!” Maranda’s own mind betraying her now as much as her body as she began to actually welcome Darrel’s dominance over her this way. Her speech center no longer under her will like everything else that was her. After all, there was really no choice for her in this matter, and she knew now that of a certainty that this Devil’ cock owned her naked sweating booty. The feeling of helplessness as they have videoed it all.....ALL of it ...her body as it was unclothed, showing her as she could no longer fight from the shock of it all happening... worrying that someone might think she had actually allowed it... the pictures of her nipples as a stranger licked and sucked them... hardening... her body as it jerked from the feeling of that woman’s tongue licking her... the fear if there were moans of begging between the pleas to stop. The video capturing her face as this monster slid inside her... her pleas to stop being drowned out by the sounds of being fucked... and talked down to… as if… as if she were nothing more than some common… street walker! ************ Darrel laughed inwardly as he saw the subtle changes taking place in Maranda broadcast on her beautiful face as he started to saw his cock in and out of the formerly innocent housewife’s snug snatch with incredible ease. She sure is a wet pig, he thought. But then they were once his cock had them stretched out properly. “OOOOOOOOoooooooooooooo! Yessssssssss… Masssssssssster!” “Yeah, I knew you’d love it,” Darrel said, “whores like you always hide behind a facade of bullshit that fools most assholes like your husband. I’d love to see the look on his face when he puts his pimple in you after this.” The fear of uncertainty that darkened Maranda’s face then made Darrel shove his cock all the way into her. ************ “OOOOOOOOOOOOO GGGGAAAAAAAAWWDDDDD!” Came out as a long gargled gasping scream as his cock slammed up against her cervix. Not even her special dildo had gotten that far inside of her pussy. And suddenly Maranda was once again on the edge of forever, ready to topple into the valley of climax. "Do you feel that....the juices running down between your ass....I think you are ready...." "Oh God....please… ahh... do this to me!" “That’s it BITCH! CUM!” Darrel shouted, and continued slamming in and out of her pussy. “Cum on this big Nigger dick for all the cameras to see! Cum you nasty white Slut! Show the whole world what a cock hungry married white slut can do with the right cock in her filthy fuck hole!” Her body started to quiver and even though she tried to stop the feeling inside of her she felt his lips on her right nipple flipping the recently pierced ring, and started to cumm... she tried to hide it but he sensed it and went deeper in her… even hitting her cervix over and over again until she exploded in an orgasm. And as her orgasm reached its peak she heard his voice repeating over and over... "Cum slut, cum for the camera... show how much you like my cock inside you!" Maranda realized in horror that her orgasm had been going on for minutes and it was all on film, and imagined what it would show of her.. and realized her body was writhing under Darrel, and that he had placed her hands around his head sometime during this. As she felt the utter defeat and betrayal of her body ...he started thrusting faster in side of her (never stopping...)and she felt his fingers touching her butt before he forced one inside of her easily. "You are going to cum one more time for the video my little slut..." Maranda could feel his finger and cock inside of her, and she couldn’t fight it anymore, heard herself moaning and breathing as she gave in, and started to cum again. And as she came she felt her hips being lifted higher and felt her pussy stretched to the limits with his cock. Then heard him whispering... "I want you to feel this....I want you to feel my cum as it pours inside you...all inside you... everywhere...!" Her face had to be showing the helpless confusion as she realized what he was saying. Then Maranda felt it… warm slimy liquid being forced through her cervix, felt it going deep… deep inside of her... anywhere he wanted it to. And by lifting her hips more it continued for a long time... slowly pumping her full of his elixir from hell for minutes… before she started to slowly pass out... Part Four: Maranda awoke on her back with a pillow under her butt her skirt and blouse and shoes rumpled, but still on, and she sighed in relief. “It was… had to have been…” she said aloud, “just a bad dream.” Then she heard the TV in the other room and figured that her husband was back from playing golf. So she sat up, and slid off of the crumpled bed, and walked through the suite only to end up staring in shock as she saw herself cuming over and over on the TV screen. That’s when she felt the warm fluid running down the inside of her thigh and realized her bra and panties were missing. Immediately Maranda started to tremble and her pussy began to pour cum down along the inside of her thighs and calves. Her legs giving out she fell to the ground crying. "Oh God....please… ahh... do this to me!" Came out of the boob tube in her own voice, condemning her as a low life slutty whore forever. And the tear ducts in her eyes opened wider flooding her face with self-pity long before she saw the note taped to the VCR on top of the television. The Taking of Miranda This copy of the tape is for you, babe. Only mention its existence or what happened today to anyone, and your cute little twat will be seen by everyone from that address book I took out of your purse. At this very moment the video is being re-edited once again, but this time for sale in every country and state but yours. If you would like to keep it out of your state, and out of your friends, and family’s hands tell your husband you had an emergency at home and you will see him in a few days. Put your skimpiest bikini bottoms on, -no top for you from now on slut - and bring nothing else. Then take a cab to the airport to my private Jet, the “Shutter Bug.” Oh, and by the way, you will be making more of these interesting videos for my company, and seen as the true married white slut that you are by every paying pervert on this planet. Each putting in their hard earned quarters in those peep show booths at every known Adult Video & Book store around the world no doubt. Maranda began to cry all over again as she unbuttoned her blouse to change into something that didn’t show her nipples so well. It was then that she spied the two engagement like gold rings pierced into those nipples, and the one that was no doubt pierced into her clitty stinging her like a nagging toothache now. “Well,” she said, sniffling at her image in the mirrored wall, “I’ll need a few days away just to explain all of this new jewelry, I suppose.” ************ The black driver had no problem finding the “Shutter Bug.” And as anxious as she wasn’t to proceed any further into Darrel’s web of pornography, she was extremely impressed with large personal corporate jet whose entryway yawned open as she finished paying the cabby. Milo, it had to be Milo she figured, stood crooking a finger at her to hurry up, and get in. “Come on, Maranda,” yes that was Milo’s voice alright, a bald pâté of a man he leered openly at her adding; “get in, and strip naked. Then put that wig back on,” and he pointed to a long flowing honey blond thing waiting for her on the first seat before closing the door behind Maranda. Since they both knew that Maranda had no choice in the matter, she dropped her things, and simply began to undress as if a woman’s locker room as the jet began to get underway. Only by not looking at the weaseling little pig man was she able to refrain from her customary blushing response. But even though she refused to look at him, she could still hear him rummaging through her stuff, adding insult to injury. Then as she bent over to pick up, and put the wig on once again: “Okay Whore, now bend back over, and stand still while lipstick your ass.” She barely saw the tube of her own lipstick out of the corner of her left eye before she was shoved back into being bent over a blanket covered couch. Legs together for modesty’s sake she still had to grab onto the back of the couch to support herself as she felt Milo writing something across her backside using her lipstick. “There ya go. Now hold perfectly still, Whore,” Milo commanded. The interior of the custom Gulfstream V suddenly lit up with several flashes of light as if it were storming here, and Maranda knew instantly that she was once again being forced to pose for Darrel’s amusement. “That’s enough,” Darrel called out from the back of the jet, “bring her back here, and stow her luggage away Milo.” “Yes, stow away my things, Milo,” Maranda directed. She laughed at the startled look on Milo’s face before sauntering, hips swaying as seductively as she could make them in her bare feet, as she turned and headed towards Darrel’s voice, and her future as the next Porno Queen on earth. What the hell, she thought, I don’t have any real choice in the matter, so I might as well enjoy it until the sky starts to fall in on me. Her look of surprise as she met the ruggedly handsome black giant she’d spied back at the Club International only a day ago was like a slap in the face to her former teasing ways with men. “Well, so you do remember me, eh,” Darrel’s baritone voice immediately recognized by Maranda as the owner of the cock who had turned her into a Whore, “Good, I’m glad you approve.” “I don’t have a choice,” Maranda retorted, but she allowed her voice to go sultry in the saying of it, “do I… Master?” “Let’s just say you made the better of two, and leave it at that for now, Whore.” And he pulled her so that Maranda landed on her knees between his naked legs. With the biggest blackest fucking damn Nigger dick staring her in the face only six inches away from her lips. “Yeah, that’s right, Whore,” Darrel snickered, “and I don’t just want you to suck it like some lame hurry-up-for-a-sawbuck pro, either. I want to see you worship this big old Nigger dick lovingly. The way it should be. Got it, whore?” And Darrel grabbed his ebony monolith in his right hand and shook all 10 inches of it to make his point. “Yes Master,” Maranda replied in her most subservient voice, and daintily took hold of Darrel’s black mamba in her left hand as she bent her head forward, and parted her lips. “Make sure yo get that mutherfucker good and wet too whore. I’s gonna break yo’r ass muffin cherry fo sho white girl.” She didn’t understand where the gutter trash talk had come from knowing Darrel spoke as well as a Harvard Graduate, but then she looked up and saw the cameraman leaning over Darrel’s right shoulder with a video camera. She knew she was blushing as that Nigger dick passed through her lips on the way down her throat. And she barely resisted gagging before she was able to withdraw a bit, keeping her lips clamped tight to the offending appendage as her saliva left it glazing wet as she’d been directed to. Maranda had to give Darrel one thing, other than the size of his cock that is, he knew about personal hygiene at least, and in this kind of scene she appreciated it more than she would have said openly. And with a slight shrug, she began to suck Darrel’s cock as reverently as she was capable of doing, and probably better than she ever had for Erick, or any of her past lovers before Erick if it came to that. Her head bobbing up and down in the black man’s lap with slow steady persistence. Which quickly paid off seeing as how his prick soon looked like a freshly glazed chocolate cruller cake donut. Though in truth, Maranda certainly wasn’t looking forward to having this giant that barely fit in her mouth, -and definitely stretched out her pussy beyond belief- entering the one hole she had that only a few fingers had ever entered, in her entire life. Even as much as Erick had tried to tempt her into giving up her ass cherry for him, she had always flatly refused. And for good reason. Shit came out of there, and unlike her vagina, her asshole didn’t loosen up, or lube up when she was turned on. “Move your knees back a little, Whore!” Darrel directed. “I want you on your hands and knees while Milo gives you an enema. And don’t you stop suck’en when he does, bitch. Oh yeah, that’s it. Get a shot of her ass Joey. Before Milo puts the tube in her. Let everybody see that big red “Whore,” written across her backside. Yeah that looks great on the monitor. Harry, you stay behind, I want you to catch it when I cum all over this whore’s face, and down her cock sucking white throat. Maranda totally felt like a rack of baby back ribs as Darrel talked about her like she was a piece of meat, or even just some furniture Darrel now owned. And in truth, they were right, they possessed her body, and holes now. And she barely managed to stop wagging her rear when she felt Milo’s hands spread her ass crack then, and slowly pry the finger sized enema knob into her butt. However she was definitely squirming when the damn thing began to expand inside of her asshole just before warm liquid began to slither up through her colon on its way to her intestines. Strangely enough, the liquid enema had a very soothing, even slightly intoxicating effect on Maranda, easing her tensions away. Of course had she known the enema was three parts cheap wine, and one part vodka she might have become just a tad more concerned about the welfare of her butt hole. However, for her sake, this ignorance was bliss as she relaxed into her situation instead of fearing the inevitable intrusion. In no time at all Maranda was as languid as an eel, her body undulating to the rhythm of the background music coming over the intercom system as she truly did worship Darrel’s big black cock with her mouth now, actually getting the whole thing down her throat without hardly any trouble at all. “Wow! Look at her gobble up that snake meat now, Milo.” “Yes, sir. Works every time.” With their words more like the sound of buzzing bees around honey than that of any cognitive words that Maranda could understand at the moment. She simply smiled around the big black cock fucking in and out of her face adding a seductive lure from her past repertoire with passed lovers. Under the façade of being a prim, and proper housewife she had been seduced, albeit forcibly into becoming a common gutter slut by societies standard of measuring people. And since she was already stained with visual proof of said stain, She thought, why the hell not be the best damn slut to ever grace every video, and movie porn screen on the planet? A chance like this hardly ever came to people of her ilk, and standing in the community. Why not just enjoy it, and make one hell of a sexual adventure out of this situation. They were going to make her do it anyway, right? “Oh, oh shit! Gonna come, baby!” Darrel suddenly cried out. Darrel pulled his prick all the way out of Maranda’s mouth then, and aimed the head of his prick first at her face, and open mouth. The first spurt slapped against her forehead, and the degrading slime was caught on camera for everyone to see did something to her that nothing before that had yet been able to do. It twisted Maranda’s sanity turning her into the very slut she’d fought so hard not to be earlier. “Ohhhhhh yesssssssss… master,” her words slurring, and hissing as a mini orgasm ripped through her body as the next spurt of Darrel’s cum landed in her mouth right on her tongue, “ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh… sssssssssssoooooooo… gooooooooooood! Morrrrrrrrre… master… give meeeeee… more… pleeeeeeeeeeessse!” For her reward the third blast hit her right eye, so Maranda only felt the next three spurts splatter across her breasts. Nonetheless, that didn’t stop her from lathering that strange handsome black man’s sperm cream into her vibrant flesh for the camera the way she’d seen other porn harlots do on tapes her Erick had rented for their pleasure play times. The sperm in her right eye stinging just a bit, but not enough for her to complain in her state of anal inebriation. “Holy shit faced!” Milo gasped, Batman, and Robin style. “Look at her get into that goo now! What a fuck’en PIG!” “Yesssssssssssssssssss!” Maranda agreed, as she wallowed in the filth of her master’s scum playing with it, even licking the slime from her fingers as she winked right into the camera’s lens. She was a pig, even by her own standards now. And for the life of her she couldn’t understand why she was looking forward to the next step in Darrel’s school of self-degradation, but she was, and her ass itched with a new before unheard of wantonness that had her rump wriggling anxiously back at that invading enema knob that Milo had been easing in and out of her asshole of late. It was even harder for her to believe now that she’d resisted the temptation to experiment in anal sex with her lovers in the past, if it was this exciting. “Better take the bitch to the potty before she explodes all over the carpeting, Milo.” “Yes, sir.” “Okay, CUT! And let’s take five before we adjourn to my bed for her anal initiation into the Mile High Club, people. Oh, and Cheryl, why don’t you give her a shower, and make sure that her butt is absolutely clean, and vacant of any fecal matter for the next scene. And put her in some trashy nylons, with suspenders, and high heels for effect while you’re at it. Might as well get her used to being in costume from now on.” Maranda grinned as Cheryl helped her to her feet with one hand, and took the enema bag in her other. The grin Cheryl returned hinted of more lesbian pleasures in store for them both, and Maranda was looking forward to whatever her new fate had waiting for her, even the ass fucking by Darrel now seem like a glorious sexual adventure to her, as did all of the black man’s hinted at perversions for her future. And she buried the housewife that she was in the slut she had become as they headed for the toilet.