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(MF, FF, nc, rp, bd, intr, drugs, v, mc) *** Author Note: You may contact the author at this address: https://secure.asstr.org/cgi- bin/ah_feedback.cgi?id=KRWFMLCTGCSOP UOPXUVW - WARNING: Please do not read this work if subjects containing non-consensual sex and violence offend you. *** The September sun beats down on Lisa through the open sunroof of her blue Acura as she pulls up to her last case for the day in the middle of the projects. The young, 22-year-old accepted this job with the Department of Children and Families (DCF) three months ago after graduating from college. Just getting the swing of things, she looks forward to successfully finishing her probationary period with the agency and perhaps pursuing a master's degree. A confident, well-educated woman with a bright future, Lisa worries more about the security of her car in this terrible neighborhood than her own safety. This is a family reassigned to Lisa's supervision due to child neglect - a 32-year-old single mother with three children. It has been a long day and Lisa looks forward to returning home and starting the weekend even though her husband, Doug, is on deployment in Afghanistan and she will be alone. She plans on completing the four page letter to him she started yesterday evening. Like her other love notes to Doug, this one will be scented with her best perfume and sealed with a lipstick imprint of her kiss. She married Doug two months ago before his departure with the military. More beautiful than she realizes, Lisa stands a medium height with a petite figure, the result of regular exercise and healthy diet. She sports firm, C-cup breasts, a cute, round butt, and soft, brunette hair reaching slightly past her shoulders. Smooth, unblemished skin, high cheekbones, a little nose and big, blue eyes comprise her angular face. Wearing an attractive, black pantsuit with grey pinstripes, her loud heels announce her approach as she travels the walkway to the apartment. Lisa knocks on the door. A black female answers. "Hi, I'm Lisa Codell with the Department of Children and Families. Are you Shaquanda Green?" Lisa inquires, a bright smile revealing her perfect teeth from regular visits to the dentist since childhood. Growing up in a white, middle class neighborhood, Lisa has had limited exposure to blacks prior to taking this job. But she learned in college how her race – whites – previously oppressed blacks, causing their present poverty. Like many young people, Lisa has plans for the future and wants to make a positive difference in the world. "I is Shaquanda," the black woman says. She looks fairly attractive. Light brown eyes and a golden complexion combined with an aquiline nose hint at Hispanic or European influence somewhere in her ancestry. She is medium build – not fat but definitely thick and muscular. Shaquanda drapes herself in expensive gold jewelry: rings on several fingers and thick chain necklaces. "Hi Shaquanda, may I come in to check the kids and their home environment today?" For eight years DCF has been sending social workers to Shaquanda to check on her kids. She knows these visits usually take an hour or two, sometimes longer to interview each child. Shaquanda hasn't bothered telling DCF yet that she recently sent her children to live with their aunt. "Ya can't come in now. I's got company," Shaquanda answers impatiently. Lisa isn't sure how to react. In her three months with the agency no one has refused scheduled visits. "Ma'am, I'm sorry. But I have to see your kids and where they live. If you don't let me the DCF could take your children into protective custody," Lisa warns. "I only want to help." This social worker is really attractive. Shaquanda decides to play her a while, perhaps finding a way into the young woman's panties. "Ya threatening me?" Shaquanda sneers with her neck swerving side to side. Her dark hair in braids with costly extensions and bright red beads at their ends pendulously swings with the movement of her head. Shaquanda's hostility shocks Lisa. Lisa tries being diplomatic, "No, no, you don't understand. Please, ma'am. I'm on your side. But they could take your children if you don't let me do my job." This cute little social worker is a far cry from the fat, older, black women that previously visited – right up Shaquanda's alley. Shaquanda has liked girls since childhood. She never met her father and lived with an old black man as a kid who she knew as Uncle Joe. Her mother, a hopeless drug addict, left Shaquanda to roam the streets at an early age. Sexual abuse started early for Shaquanda. Uncle Joe couldn't get erections, so he paid Shaquanda and her other female friends to do things to each other while he watched. He woke her many nights touching her private places. She discovered she preferred girls to boys. Shaquanda's traumatic childhood formed the foundation for deviant sexuality. Shaquanda abruptly changes her attitude for Lisa and feigns defeat, "No, don't takes my babies. Ya can come in." Lisa enters the dingy, rundown apartment, musty air filling her sinuses. The walls – originally white, but yellowed by age and grease – need painting. The place appears disorganized with debris strewn about and can use a good cleaning. "It says here you have one girl and two boys, ages eight, nine, and 10. Where are they?" Lisa questions looking down at the form on her clipboard, the back of which she spends idle time drawing hearts with her and Doug's name in them. "They's visiting my sister," Shaquanda answers. "Does anyone else live here with you besides the children?" Lisa asks. Reggie happens to be with Shaquanda today. He has an appetite for petite white girls too and a special talent for getting into their panties. A brilliant idea occurs to Shaquanda: introducing Lisa to Reggie and seeing where things might go. "Jus Reggie sometimes. He's in da bedroom. Ya wants to meet him?" "I need to interview your children," Lisa coolly replies. "When will they be here?" "Reggie, ya has a vistor!" Shaquanda yells, ignoring Lisa's question. Reggie, a 38-year-old drug dealer and Shaquanda's pimp, comes out from her bedroom. He stands 6' 4", 225 pounds of solid muscle. He wears an angry scowl – a big vein bulging beneath the surface of his forehead – as if interrupted from something important. "What you want, Shaquanda?" Reggie asks. "Dis here young lady with social services be asking about ya," Shaquanda says, giving Reggie a wink and wicked smile. Reggie takes a second look at the beautiful social worker. He likes young, white pussy and never misses opportunities to nail it, but this girl can be a professional model with her figure and face. She fits his target profile with the clean, virtuous look of white America magazine ads attempt to capture. Lisa triggers an old, familiar itch in Reggie he can't resist scratching. Reggie's attraction to white girls goes back as far as he can remember. In high school he fell hard for one named Charlene. Charlene convinced Reggie to buy her expensive rings and jewelry with money he made hustling drugs on the street. She later accused Reggie of raping her. He exhausted all his resources on an unsuccessful defense, and received thirty years in prison until DNA evidence set him free. A white judge and jury convicted him of a crime he didn't commit – took three years of his life without compensation, leaving him penniless. But while incarcerated, Reggie learned how to become a really successful criminal, making friends with members of organized crime who explained the synergistic benefits of combining drugs with human trafficking and prostitution. Reggie observes Lisa's wedding band and assumes she is a typical uppity white bitch never fucked by a black man. Lisa feels uneasy as Reggie approaches, undressing her with his dark eyes. "I just need to ask a couple quick questions and I'll come back another time when the kids are here," Lisa nervously declares. Reggie stands inches away, almost making physical contact with Lisa and towering over her. It dawns on Lisa that Reggie and Shaquanda pose serious danger to her. Reggie sees her blue eyes looking at the door to a possible escape. "Suppose we doesn't feel like answering questions?" Reggie mocks, pulling Lisa's clipboard from her hands, tossing it across the room, and moving between Lisa and the exit she has been eyeing. "Hey!" Lisa blurts. "I need that." The clipboard contains all of her day's paperwork as well as the note to Doug she has been writing. "Who da fuck ya think ya is coming in here and asking personal questions like ya is superior to us?" They have this all wrong. She is there to help them. Lisa backs away from the giant black man. "Get da door, Shaquanda. I think we needs to teach her a lesson," Reggie barks. Without fully understanding yet where things are heading, Shaquanda obeys Reggie and races to the door. Lisa finds herself against the wall. Reggie grabs hold of her arms. "Get your hands off of me! I'm going to have you arrested for assault," Lisa threatens, unsuccessfully attempting to jerk free of Reggie's grasp. Threatening to have Reggie arrested is the wrong thing for a white girl to say to him. Reggie let's go and slaps Lisa hard across the face, leaving a red mark on her left cheek and causing her to see stars. "You threatening me now?" Reggie challenges tearing Lisa's purse from her shoulder and flinging it to Shaquanda. "Find her cell phone. She ain't calling nobody," Reggie declares. Lisa rubs her cheek and stares at Reggie in shock. She tastes a trickle of blood. Everything is happening so fast she doesn't know whether to scream or try reasoning with him. Before she can decide, Reggie's meaty hand covers her mouth and Lisa finds herself being dragged toward the room Reggie came from, her shoes furrowing the worn, green carpet, then falling off, on the way. "Get her clothes off whiles I hold her," Reggie snaps whirling Lisa around like a rag doll and wrestling her into bed. "We is gonna teach her some respect." Hearing their intentions, Lisa thrashes in Reggie's lap, but he overpowers her and pulls her tightly into his chest, which rises and falls from his deep breaths. Shaquanda smiles, unveiling a piano key arrangement of white and gold teeth, as she begins unbuttoning Lisa's blouse. "I bet ya never had a big, black cock before," she taunts, her spider-like fingers crawling down the buttons on Lisa's shirt. Lisa's blue eyes grow large with fear. She has only been with one man her entire life – her husband, Doug. This can't be happening. Rape is something that occurs to other unfortunate women, not her. Lisa musters all her strength, summoning every muscle in her body, but can't break free from Reggie's viselike embrace. "MMMPPPHHH!" Lisa tries to scream. "Ya a lucky girl. Once Reggie spoils ya with his huge cock, ya ain't never gonna be satisfied with nothing else," Shaquanda teases. Lisa's blouse hangs open. Her firm breasts fill her pink, silk bra like strong winds against sails on a ship. Lisa flails in Reggie's embrace as Shaquanda's hands reach her pants. "Ooooh, look what we has here," Shaquanda says pulling Lisa's pants down while Lisa violently kicks, revealing pink, silk bikini briefs matching her racy bra. Scantily clad in undergarments, Lisa struggles with Reggie in bed, twisting in every way possible to escape his hold. All of Lisa's energy makes no progress, like a tire spinning in mud. Two against one, Shaquanda manages removing Lisa's bra in the commotion, unveiling perky young tits, light pink nipples and quarter sized areolas. Lisa feels both embarrassed and frightened. "And now let's see what dis pretty girl has waiting down here for us," Shaquanda says placing her thumbs in the waistband of Lisa's briefs. Lisa gnashes her teeth, kicks and squirms to prevent Shaquanda from making further progress. Shaquanda has worked in prostitution long enough to know how pimps get new girls to cooperate. She pinches Lisa's nipples hard with her glossy fingernails professionally manicured in red acrylic polish, and twists. "Aaaaaahhhh!!!" Lisa's muffled screeches fill the room. Shaquanda repeats the punishment several times more, causing Lisa's nipples to harden and glow red from pain. Shaquanda's pussy grows wet making this high class white girl experience the same humiliating treatment a woman recruited from the streets receives to become a whore. "If ya thinks dat hurt, I'll rip dem pretty things off if ya fight me again," Shaquanda threatens. She returns to the panties. Lisa's kicks subdue to a wiggle Shaquanda easily works around, gracefully pulling the soft fabric down Lisa's long legs, as if uncovering an artwork. After removing the last vestige of Lisa's privacy, Shaquanda's hands slide between her closed knees. "Open up and let us see what ya got," Shaquanda prods. No way will Lisa allow these animals to molest her. Her legs stay stubbornly closed. "Oh, she is shy and doesn't want us to see her pretty pussy," Shaquanda remarks. Reggie realizes things have already gone too far with Lisa, and the longer they spend fighting her, the more likely they are to find trouble. He grows impatient. He has ways to make girls cooperate quicker. "Go's and gets the works for her," Reggie instructs Shaquanda. Lisa struggles for adequate air through her nostrils, trying to pull Reggie's hand from her mouth with Shaquanda temporarily gone from the room. "Ya need to calm down," Reggie soothingly speaks in Lisa's ear. "We won't hurt ya. Just does what we says." Lisa is terrified. She doesn't understand what Reggie meant by 'the works', but she isn't settling down and allowing them to have their way with her either – that will never happen! She has to get free. Shaquanda returns with a rubber tourniquet and syringe containing an exotic date rape mixture: a pharmaceutical grade substance used legitimately for anesthesia with other nasty street drugs including cocaine and heroin. The meaning of 'the works' now becomes horribly evident to Lisa and she strives harder to get free, her lithe body squirming like a snake in Reggie's embrace while Shaquanda tightens the tourniquet around her arm. "MMMPPHHH!!" Lisa tries screaming so someone might hear her. Her prior determination to fight turns to the desperation of an ensnared animal. She will do anything to avoid the dreadful injection. She wants Reggie and Shaquanda to know she is sorry for bothering them; that she won't tell anyone what happened if they let her go. But she can't speak with Reggie's hand over her mouth. "It gonna be okay once ya try dis," Shaquanda promises holding Lisa's struggling arm straight. Lisa doesn't know what substance the syringe contains, but it can't be good. She never touched drugs her entire life. She witnessed how they destroyed lives these past three months working for DCF. She doesn't even like taking aspirin. It won't be okay, like Shaquanda claims, if they put that poison into her. But Lisa already expended so much energy jostling Reggie. Her exertions to yank her arm from Shaquanda's grasp get weaker, only serving to distend her veins more and make them easier targets. "That's it girl, keeps fightin," Shaquanda encourages. She feels Lisa tiring. Fatigued, Lisa's arm stops moving enough for Shaquanda to quickly stick a vein exclaiming, "Gotcha." Lisa doesn't know it, but the battle is over. Reggie removes his hand from her mouth. Drawing in a deep breath while in Reggie's arms, Lisa cries, "Oooowwwee, don't put that in me." She watches a pink plume of her blood mix in the syringe. Shaquanda slowly depresses the plunger. "Don't move Honey, or the needle might break in you," she warns. Lisa quietly observes Shaquanda empty the remnants of the syringe into her vein, everything seeming to move in slow motion. "There we go," Shaquanda's voice echoes in Lisa's ears, breaking an awkward silence. Shaquanda pulls the needle out of Lisa's arm, a drop of blood oozing from the site. Shaquanda wipes it with her thumb and then pops the digit in her mouth. "Mmmmm, sweet," Shaquanda comments tasting Lisa's blood. "Ya gonna feel so good," she adds, removing the tourniquet and allowing the potent drugs to rush through Lisa's circulatory system. "Ya ever get high before?" Shaquanda asks. Overcome by the intense rush of her first high, Lisa doesn't answer. The closest she has ever come to using drugs is an occasional glass of wine. The chemicals now in her bloodstream cause her every neuron to spark in euphoria, her mood to elevate a thousand times brighter than listening to her favorite piece of classical music. In a place somewhere between consciousness and sleep, Lisa dreams while still awake. She doesn't notice Reggie release her nor her own nakedness anymore. Reggie lifts Lisa off his lap and gently lays her back in the bed, her head resting on a fluffy pillow. Like a spider, Shaquanda has paralyzed their victim with drugs. Reggie's eyes greedily scan Lisa's nubile body as he rises from the bed. "Do ya mind if I get her ready for ya?" Shaquanda requests. Reggie loves girl on girl action as much as fucking them himself, "Sure, go ahead. Knock yourself out and have fun with her." Reggie watches Shaquanda slither like a lizard into the bed and pry Lisa's legs open. Lisa doesn't realize what Shaquanda is doing at first. Besides a narrow, neatly trimmed strip of brown pubic hair above her vagina, the rest of Lisa appears hairless. Shaquanda wonders if this rich, white girl used laser treatments to get so smooth. "Aren't you a pretty thing," Shaquanda states stretching Lisa's labia apart and revealing her light pink flesh. Lisa murmurs, "No," becoming aware of Shaquanda touching her private place. She tries closing her legs, but with Shaquanda already planted securely between them the effort proves unsuccessful. Shaquanda holds Lisa open, licks her finger, and softly strokes Lisa's sensitive hood while dipping her tongue in her pink slit. "Noh, stop," Lisa cries, pushing Shaquanda's head, her braids like small ropes through Lisa's fingers. "I'm married… not that way… Doug," Lisa babbles in delirium. Lisa can't understand how one woman does this to another. It's revolting. "Oh, I gonna make ya become dis way, Baby. Ya gonna love having yur pussy eaten by a woman when I gets through with ya," Shaquanda quickly responds. "Who's Doug?" Shaquanda further queries. "Husband," Lisa mumbles. Slowly caressing Lisa's clit, Shaquanda looks at Reggie, smiles, and replies, "Ya pussy belongs to me and Reggie now, not Doug," before returning to serious business on Lisa. Shaquanda sexually assaults Lisa for her own good reasons. By the time Shaquanda turned 18 years old she worked as a prostitute and never finished school. She didn't get the nice upbringing and stable childhood this white bitch enjoyed – to attend college, afford a new car, marry a man and start a family. Lisa got all the breaks in life, and then acted all superior with her cute, white ass. Shaquanda finds Lisa gorgeous but loathes what Lisa represents. "Oh, oh, no, stop it," Lisa whines. Shaquanda's experience as a prostitute makes her expert at pleasuring men and women. But she has long fantasized about forcing Sapphic pleasures on privileged, inexperienced white girls. It's a bad dream. No, Lisa briefly realizes she's being raped by another woman. Then she's dreaming again. The drugs keep Lisa confused, her thoughts scattered. Fleeting images of her husband, Doug, come to mind. She closes her eyes to the unwanted sensation between her legs slowly taking over. Reggie watches Lisa's head turn side to side. She expends less effort trying to push Shaquanda's head away from her dripping cunt. Shaquanda removes her mouth from Lisa's pussy; but her fingers still hold Lisa's beautiful lips wide apart, every detail of the poor girl's private anatomy briefly exposed for observation. Shaquanda sinks her long, black index finger into Lisa's glistening pink flesh and twirls Lisa's clitoris beneath her thumb. "No, stop it!" Lisa cries grabbing Shaquanda's wrist with both hands and attempting to pull the invading digits from her pussy. "Let go," Reggie booms, peeling Lisa's delicate fingers from Shaquanda's wrist. He brings Lisa's hands back above her shoulders pinning them down to the mattress. Her fingers curl as if trying to grasp the air while Shaquanda's middle digit joins her index finger inside Lisa, searching for Lisa's g-spot. "Make the white bitch cum," Reggie growls. "Oh, she gonna cum for us whether she want to or not," Shaquanda says, observing Lisa's hips suddenly rise involuntarily. "There we go, right there. I think I found her spot," she adds. Shaquanda's fingers flutter against Lisa's sensitive internal flesh while her thumb continues circles on her now engorged clitoris. "Look at how full her clitty be gettin for me and how wet she is," Shaquanda comments. "She gonna cum real soon, ain't ya, Baby." "Noooooo," Lisa hisses, her eyes squeezing shut, but her hips now responding to Shaquanda's fingers like a musician to a conductor's baton. "Oh, God, oh, God, oh, oh, oh, God! No!" Lisa moans, her wrists straining beneath Reggie's hands to get free. Tension builds within her seeking more contact with Shaquanda's fingers, not less, to release it. Her smooth, gorgeous face grimaces, becoming ugly like a weightlifter's when attempting to pump too much iron. "Don't make me," Lisa whimpers. "Ooooh, yes, she be cumming good now. Look at her face. I thought she said she wasn't dis way," Shaquanda giggles, continuing to masturbate Lisa. "What would Doug think seeing her cum like dis for me?" Shaquada questions. "Dat's it girl, keep cumming for Shaquanda," Lisa hears Reggie encourage. She becomes preoccupied with her pussy in spite of her prior determination not to allow Shaquanda and Reggie to have their way with her. "Oh," Lisa exclaims, totally centered on her cunt. Lisa doesn't notice Reggie release her wrists; her hands remaining in place on the mattress beside her shoulders. Reggie slowly backs away careful not to disturb Lisa and the delicate girl-on-girl action developing for him to watch. She's in orgasm, a natural, uninhibited state of feminine bloom absolutely bared open for him to see. Having coaxed Lisa's legs farther apart, Shaquanda's thumb and index finger still hold Lisa's labia open, revealing the internal pink beauty that up until today, Lisa had modestly concealed from the entire world –including her husband – all her life. Reggie listens to Lisa whispering "no" to Shaquanda while passively allowing Shaquanda to proceed. The drugs, no doubt, aid Lisa's capitulation, he thinks. In a drug induced state, Lisa falls deeper into the groove of multiple orgasms Shaquanda digs for her. Hardly aware of Reggie's presence or anything other than the business with Shaquanda, the attention to Lisa's pussy changes – feels differently. Lisa looks down and observes Reggie positioning his charcoal penis at her entrance. The thing is huge, with numerous veins bulging along its thick, lengthy shaft and a big scrotum containing testicles each the size of walnuts. It looks so much larger than Doug. It can't be real. This must be a bad dream because no man possesses a penis that big. "NOO!" Lisa whines. Her pussy made highly receptive by Shaquanda adjusts to the abrupt change in partners and tightly stretches around a cock for the first time not her husband's. Reggie works his uncanny phallus inside Lisa, making her pussy adapt to his large size. With each thrust, her tiny cunt further accommodates him. "Please don't," Lisa cries. But her pussy takes more and more of Reggie inside it. "I'm married. Stop," she continues, trying to push Reggie off. Something tightenes around her arm. Lisa turns to see the tourniquet fastened on her bicep and Shaquanda brandishing another syringe. "Don't give me more of that," Lisa pleads, Reggie's cock moving inside her without interruption. "Yur too distracted. Dis will help ya give Reggie yur undivided attention," Shaquanda explains, sticking the needle into Lisa's vein and giggling. "Ooooh, yeah, there we go," Shaquanda proclaims taking special delight in emptying all the destructive liquid into Lisa. "Dis gonna be the best fuck of yur life." "Don't do this to me," Lisa begs. She watches Shaquanda remove the tourniquet and start saying something else. But it doesn't matter anymore. Another rush of euphoria sweeps Lisa away, Shaquanda's voice trailing to a distant echo in her ears saying something about being kind to Reggie and taking all of his big cock. The pressure and discomfort subside, Lisa acclimates to Reggie's huge size and her entire existence rapidly coalesces around the piston moving inside her. Lisa fails to recognize the significance of Reggie's heavy balls slapping her ass – her body fully accepting him. Reggie feels Lisa's nipples poke into his chest, her pussy rippling with involuntary spasms around his rod as the drugs take hold. He decides to change positions and withdraws his long, slick cock from Lisa's wet cunt. Lisa looks at his horrendously large and grisly penis removed from her. The shiny appendage twitches as it points away from Reggie's body. It doesn't fully register with her that the juices coating it are her own. "Help get her on top of me, Shaquanda," Reggie prompts, rolling on his back beside Lisa. Shaquanda takes a moment to suck Lisa's juices from Reggie's cock, her head bobbing up and down his shaft several times."Mmmmm, mmmm" Shaquanda moans before pulling her mouth away. "Her pussy is so good. Ya gots to taste it," Shaquanda announces moving to Lisa and encouraging her to sit up. Befuddled, Lisa awkwardly allows Shaquanda to position her above Reggie. Shaquanda fumbles to fit their parts together, but finally gets the head of Reggie's thick, heavy cock back into Lisa's pink entrance. Once Reggie feels Lisa's labia admit him back inside her, he places his hands – callused from hours at the gym pumping iron instead of earning an honest living – on Lisa's hips and pushes down. "That's it, girl," Shaquanda spurs as Lisa slides down Reggie's long, black pole. With a very unladylike grunt, Lisa reaches bottom fully impaling herself. Reggie begins working his pelvis into Lisa while Shaquanda reaches down and caresses Lisa's clitoris. "Oh!" Lisa blurts, instinctively moving her hips, her pussy forcefully contracting around Reggie's cock again. "Dat's it girl, fuck dat big, black cock. Oh dat cock feels so good inside yur pussy," Shaquanda encourages. "Oooooh yeah, ya gonna cum." Reggie pulls Lisa backwards. She lies supinely on top of him with his cock sawing in and out of her. Shaquanda joins by licking Lisa again. "Oh, yes, ya taste so good, girl," Shaquanda asserts. She licks more, and then sucks Lisa's clit, causing it to engorge. "Noh," Lisa moans. "Yes," Shaquanda mimicks back, gently retracting Lisa's swollen hood with her thumb and gingerly licking the exposed head. Lisa squirms but Reggie holds her tightly to his chest with one hand between her flat tummy and her narrow, neatly trimmed bush, his other taking turns gently rolling her hard nipples between his fingers. She has a well-toned abdomen from frequent workouts, with a beautiful belly button that gently rises and falls with her heavy breathing. Reggie allows his hand to gently wander, feeling her firm abdominal muscles contract beneath it and then her well groomed pubic hairs roughly brush against his palm. She is quite the prize. "Oh, oh, oh, please, stop, don't, no," Lisa moans. Reggie's thrusts increase. Lisa's primal female instincts sense he's going to cum. "Please… don't… not inside me," "Oh, no," Lisa exclaims receiving Reggie's semen. Doug used condoms with her because they weren't ready to start a family yet and she questioned the safety of birth control pills. Lisa's pussy traitorously contracts around Reggie's cock, encouraging it to cum more in her, and fill her up with its rich, potent cream. A few moments later Shaquanda pulls Reggie's deflating shaft from Lisa's still aroused pussy, and sucks it clean while watching a surplus of potent jism ooze from Lisa's cunt. The drugs make Lisa peacefully forget. She floats in bed high in the clouds, unconcerned about Reggie's vigorous sperm swimming inside her while Reggie goes through her purse and finds keys to her blue Acura. He takes cash in her wallet amounting to $98 and destroys everything else – her credit cards, driver's license, voter registration, and her work identification. All are cut into tiny pieces and carefully discarded in a trash bag. She won't need any of it anymore, Reggie determines. The pictures in Lisa's cell phone don't show a single black person and reveal to Reggie that she recently married some white boy in the Army – the Doug she mentioned to Shaquanda and addressed in the love letter Reggie and Shaquanda read on her clipboard hidden beneath all the government forms. Reggie steps outside after gleaning Lisa's personal information and smashes her phone on the concrete walkway. Throwing it down several times and crushing it beneath his heel, he picks up the broken slivers of plastic. He sees her blue Acura parked inconspicuously and out-of-the-way in a remote corner. It's a nice car. Too bad it must go to the chop shop. Reggie whips out his own cell phone. "Hi Ray, this be Reggie. I'm staring at a nice new Acura right now over at Shaquanda's with yur name on it. I gots keys for it. Yeah, da owner don't need it no more. She gonna be lying on her back not doing much driving – except maybe on my stick shift," Reggie chuckles. "I needs ya to make it disappear right away." Reggie comes back inside barking to Shaquanda, "Give me all her clothes." He takes a few minutes deeply inhaling the female scent from Lisa's panties. He basks in their fragrance deciding to keep them as a souvenir. Then everything else of Lisa's – including her purse, shoes, and bra – go into the trash bag destined for the furnace. "We better shoot her up again and move her to my place at Kenneth Courts in case they comes looking for her here," Reggie mentions to Shaquanda. Something constricts around Lisa's arm and someone holds it outstretched; she can't move it. Lisa turns her head and sees Shaquanda with a syringe to her distended vein. "Please, no more," Lisa murmurs. With a stern look, Reggie watches Shaquanda finish drugging Lisa. The seriousness of their situation sinking in, Reggie explains, "I'm gonna need yur help with dis one." Lisa releases a long, heavy sigh with her eyeballs rolling back in her head. She's completely out of it. "She the finest pussy I've tapped in years, but she ain't gonna be easy keeping," Reggie continues. "We facing some serious prison time for what we done if we get caught." "Ya know ya can count on me, Reggie – whatever ya need." "Dis drug business of mine takes a lot of time. I has to go down to Mexico and South America next week for some important meetings, den I needs to go to New York and Chicago. On top of dat, I has the girls at the strip club and the ones working the street I need to take care of." "What do ya have in mind, Reggie?" Shaquanda questions while she watches Lisa laying nude in the bed with her mouth ajar, eyes barely open, and her body slowly rocking side to side as if unsuccessfully trying to make herself sober. "It's gonna be a long term commitment if I keep her. One of us will always need to stay with her. It be easier to just give her an overdose and let the police find her on the street," Reggie debates staring at the girl and trying to make his decision. "Or I could just sell her to the South Americans. They'll pay a premium for a high class, white American girl," he adds. "She's so gorgeous. It'd be a shame to waste such a pretty pussy," Shaquada answers. "We can see how things go and if she becomes too difficult, we can always resort to them options." "Ya wants to stop turning tricks and work with her instead? I can pay ya a little extra, but I doesn't want anyone else's dick in her. I wants her for myself until I get tired of her," Reggie proposes. "Ya can make her yur girlfriend and have her pussy if ya wants. I just don't want her getting no cock except mine. Ya know I like that kinky lesbo shit anyway," Reggie adds with a devilish grin. Shaquanda's eyes light up. Besides the extra money, she loves working with new girls and has a special liking for Lisa. "Okay, Reggie, I'll handle her for ya. This will bring new meaning to the expression 'labor of love'," Shaquanda quips. Reggie busts out laughing. "She's yur new girlfriend as well as mine – our new girlfriend," he finally manages with a big grin after regaining some composure. "Now let's get her over to Kenneth Courts while it's quiet around here." * Lisa wakes up naked in a strange bed confused and only remembering bits of weird dreams. She reaches down; the wisp of pubic hair above her pussy feels crusty, like dried hair gel. Upon further examination, her tummy and tits contain similar residue. She sits up and scans the room for her clothes. Thick curls of old paint peal from the walls like badly sun burned skin; in spots plaster has fallen from lathing, leaving craters like pockmarks on an acne scarred face. Dust and scattered pieces of crumbled plaster cover dull, hardwood floors. Where is she? How did she get here? What was she doing here? She feels foggy and can't think straight. Where are her clothes? Throughout the night, Reggie and Shaquanda shot Lisa up with deleterious substances to keep her 'on task'. Shaquanda sits in the living room recalling the previous evening and how much she enjoyed Lisa's sex when she notices Lisa staggering from Reggie's room nude, her hand against the wall for support. They gave her the last injection several hours ago. When Shaquanda hooked up with Reggie five years earlier, Reggie never needed to rough her up, or thankfully, start her on addictive drugs like this white bimbo. "Ya sho had a good time with me and Reggie last night. Was dat yur first time with a black man?" Shaquanda asks. "I bet ya never let another woman eat yur pussy before either." Lisa looks at Shaquanda confused. Who is Reggie? What is she talking about? Things aren't making any sense. She would never have sex with another man, or with a woman – the thought is repulsive. "I've got to go," Lisa utters heading toward the door. The surroundings appear to flow like liquid and she can't walk straight, her legs turning to rubber. Small chips of paint brake off and lodge beneath her fingernails from grabbing the wall to avoid falling. "Now where's ya goin in yur condition with no clothes on?" Shaquanda asks, grabbing hold of Lisa and guiding her over to the sofa. Lisa falls back in the worn couch and stares at Shaquanda with a perplexed look. "Just sit and relax. Everything will be okay," Shaquanda reassures her. Shaquanda picks up a cell phone and calls someone. "Our new girlfriend is up. She still out of it, but ya better get over here quick." Still high Lisa doesn't fully grasp what Shaquanda says on the phone. "Why am I naked?" Lisa asks. "Where are my clothes?" She feels like she is dreaming. Shaquanda doesn't answer. "Where's my wedding band?" Lisa inquires holding her hands up in astonishment and noting the missing ring from her finger –everything looks so different. A big black man in baggy gym shorts suddenly stands in front of her without a shirt. Lisa can't recall when he entered the room but recognizes the huge muscles in his arms, chest, and stomach, and the ridiculous bulge in his shorts from her dreams –that devastatingly large penis has been inside her. "Can I make her cum first," Shaquanda entreats Reggie. "I love her pussy." Reggie pulls Lisa onto his lap. "Let's give her some more dope first. Then ya can go down on her all ya want. I don't want her too lucid till we breaks her in more." From deep beneath the drug induced murkiness, Lisa senses danger as she sits nude on this giant black man's lap, his hard penis pressing against her buttocks through his shorts. "No, what are you giving me?" Lisa yips, a crease forming between her eyebrows. Locked in Reggie's tremendous arms she watches Shaquanda stick a needle in her again. "She ain't struggling as much," Shaquanda remarks. "Oh," Lisa murmurs as if recalling something familiarly pleasant. Shaquanda removes the tourniquet allowing the full array of fireworks to explode inside Lisa. "I think she startin to like dis shit," Shaquanda comments, staring at Lisa's reaction. Lisa's head falls back on Reggie's shoulder; her mouth gapes open; her face becomes serene, her eyes dreamy. Reggie used drugs on other girls from good families before. The drugs kept them in line and prevented their escape. He feels white girls in particular deserve to be turned into drug dependent sluts. Once he gets them hooked, they're hopelessly enslaved to him by their addiction – a nice twist of fate between the two races. Shaquanda puts the needle down on the coffee table next to the couch and moves Lisa into a straddling position on Reggie's lap. Reggie opens his legs causing Lisa's to spread apart as well. He looks down from above Lisa's shoulder and watches. Shaquanda parts Lisa's labia and culls her clit from the delicate, pink folds. She then licks her thumb and gently strokes Lisa's clitoral hood. "No, please, oh, don't, not there, oooooooooooooh" Lisa moans. "Oh, yes, right there. Did I find yur love button again, Baby?" "Oh, oooh, ooooh, oooooooooh, nooo, please." "Why ya be saying no? We already know how much ya like dis." Shaquanda replies. "Don't ya remember all the nice things we did to ya last night? Look at how wet ya be getting for me. Ya be doin some good social work for us now. Ya see what life with us really be like? It feels nice and ain't too bad at all, is it?" Even with her mind in heavy chemical clouds Reggie and Shaquanda keep putting in her blood that soften the gravity of her predicament, a faint alarm sounds from somewhere deep in Lisa's core, almost muted silent – but not quite. She vaguely recognizes the homosexual acts performed on her by Shaquanda as immoral, unnatural, and sickening. Yet as Reggie and Shaquanda make her endure the attention longer, the physical sensations combine with Shaquanda's perverse suggestions, distorting remnants of Lisa's rational thought. "Oooooh, yeah, ya pussy feels sooooo good. Uh-huh, dats nice, huh? Oooooh yeah, ya like dat – ya getting soooo wet for me. Yur gonna cum." Shaquanda lilts repeatedly, the disturbing phrases beginning to play back in Lisa's brain like a catchy tune. She feels so wet and messy like Shaquanda says. Shaquanda keeps touching her pussy, making it feel nicer, rendering Lisa susceptible to her deceitful and perverted remarks. Some of Shaquanda's dialogue becomes Lisa's thoughts. She's going to cum like Shaquanda claims; but she can never like having this done to her. "Uh-huh, uh-huh, ya pussy likes dat. Oooooh, yes, ya like it so much ya gonna cum for me," Shaquanda repeats, as if responding to the objections Lisa silently thinks. Lisa squirms in Reggie's lap; he holds her tightly in place and watches Shaquanda make her pussy glisten with moisture. "Oooooh, ya gonna cum for us," Shaquanda reiterates. "No, don't make me," Lisa pants. But Shaquanda keeps masturbating Lisa, varying the tempo and pressure of her touch corresponding with Lisa's responses, working Lisa's most sensual areas. "Ya pussy is so juicy," Shaquanda notes. She goes down on Lisa and laps up her nectar. "Ooooooh, ooooooh, ooooooh, noooooo, ooooooh," Lisa mewls, her palms up, fingers curled, pushing Shaquanda's head but unable to move her away. "Relax – don't fight it – let Shaquanda enjoy yur pussy for a little while. No one's ever finding out. This is our little secret," Reggie whispers in Lisa's ear and then starts licking it. Lisa's face contorts; her erect nipple becomes like a pebble as Reggie rolls it between his fingers. "What would her husband, Doug, think if he knew how many times another woman made his wife cum during threesomes with a black man?" Reggie silently wonders. It doesn't matter because Reggie will make certain her dumb, white husband never finds Lisa. "Dat's good: Shaquanda really loves young, white pussy as much as I do," Reggie encourages feeling Lisa's body tense, relax, and tighten again. "Ya ever let a woman eat yur pussy before?" Lisa shakes her head and with eyes closed snaps, "No." Even drugged, she's embarrassed by this nauseating act and her body's response to it. "Ya'll get used to it. Shaquanda really likes pussy a lot, especially white pussy." Shaquanda's head finally rises from between Lisa's legs, Lisa's juice glistening on her lips and chin. "I counted her cum eight times for me," Shaquanda proudly boasts to Reggie. "She have a real sensitive clitty." Shaquanda welcomes the challenge of making straight, white girls orgasm and awakening their latent, Sapphic tendencies she believes all women possess. Determining Lisa's sensuality will help Reggie further exploit her. A sensitive girl is sexually vulnerable and makes more money if and when he eventually puts her to work. "I'm gonna take her to bed and fuck her a while," Reggie announces. "I don't want to fuck you," Lisa cavils. She stumbles with Reggie leading her to the bed. "I'm married and my husband is going to look for me." "Ya ain't married no more," Reggie spurns. "I's yur boyfriend now and no one's going to look for ya." Reggie pushes Lisa into the old, stained mattress she woke from earlier, pulling her butt to the edge, and spreading her legs apart. "Please don't fuck me again," Lisa cries. She thinks about her husband, Doug, as she feels Reggie's fingers parting her labia and then pressure from his monster phallus pushing into her entrance. Shaquanda made her very wet. "At least wear a rubber for me," Lisa fusses. "Sorry, Baby, we never using rubbers, so gets the idea out of yur purty head. Shaquanda got to enjoy ya, now it's my turn. We doing this the natural way. Get used to my uncovered cock inside ya. It better like dis – we gets to share each other's feeling and be more intimate." She doesn't want intimacy with Reggie any more than she wanted it with Shaquanda; she needs Doug to save her from this terrible nightmare. But Doug doesn't arrive and after Shaquanda did those awful things, Lisa now has every millimeter of Reggie's beefy cock sinking into her to look forward to, snugly making contact with her sensual, feminine flesh. "Ya feels really good," Reggie exclaims putting his cock deeper into Lisa's moist pussy. He softly and slowly rubs around her clit, making her responsive. "Why are you doing this to me?" "Shush – I is doing it 'cause yur my girlfriend now. Don't dat feel good?" Reggie inquires, his finger manipulating her engorged clitoris. "No," she denies. She doesn't want to feel Reggie. But the drugs help her appreciate Reggie's "extra talent", make her especially cognizant of the friction between his penis and her vagina. Lisa stops crying and bites her fist. His big cock fills her, touching sensitive places Doug's penis never came close to reaching. Writhing on Reggie's pole of pleasure, Lisa's female reactions growing stronger. "Dat cock feels good in yur pussy without a rubber, doesn't it? Dat's all me yur feeling, Baby." "Oh, my God, oh, ohoooooooooo nooo," Lisa moans, her pussy clenching Reggie's cock as tightly as a boa constrictor. "Don't cum in me again. Take it out this time." He isn't going to take it out this time or any other time. If he cums in her enough, she will eventually become complacent with it, Reggie reasons. "I can't help it. I gonna cum in yur pussy, Baby." His warm semen flows copiously into her receptive cunt. Lisa feels baby-making sperm gush into her. "Oh, God, you're cuming in me!" she demurs, unable to prevent taking his loathsome seed. "No, stop," she cries, feeling more of it entering her. He won't pull his horrible penis out and she can't stop her vaginal contractions from milking more of the disgusting fluid from him. He remains inside her until every drop of jism drains from his huge balls. "Dat was really nice," Reggie acknowledges, gently petting Lisa's soft brown hair and finally withdrawing his long, flaccid cock from her slit. Lisa stares in his eyes briefly, feeling some twisted connection to Reggie, perhaps caused by the drugs or because she contains his sperm inside her. The cocaine has worn off and the heroin leaves her peacefully tired. She closes her eyes and falls asleep. Shaquanda arrives with a bag of supplies. "Did ya give our girlfriend her medicine already?" she asks. * After the first two days, they stopped giving Lisa the anesthetic date rape compound. Her injections consist primarily of heroin, cocaine, and some other nasty ingredients –still an extremely addictive and effective concoction – that leaves her more alert and less docile than initially. "Yea, I just finished shooting her up," Reggie replies. "Good, I hope ya gave her extra. Ya know she be gettin a little feisty with me when yur not around." Shaquanda opens the bag and with a great, big smile revealing her gold teeth, pulls out the hugest, black, silicone dildo Reggie has ever seen, making even his eyebrows raise. "I brought dis to keep her entertained while yur out. I'm gonna teach her how to use it. Oh, and I got some of dis too." Shaquanda fishes out a bottle of sensual lubricant to use with the dildo. Reggie prepares to leave and Shaquanda goes into the bedroom. Lisa sees Shaquanda carrying the cloth sac as she enters her room and mistakenly thinks it contains clothing. "Please give me something to wear," Lisa softly requests. Shaquanda leers at Lisa's nubile body as the girl sits naked in the bed. From the living room Reggie hears Lisa yell, "No, get away from me with that!" Reggie smirks. Lisa wouldn't be nearly as defiant if she knew he was still there. Maybe she needs more narcotics, he thinks. Shaquanda wears the same wicked smile she gave Reggie moments ago, coating the long, shiny, silicone dildo with sensual gel in front of Lisa. Lisa was never very sexual, and lesbianism really repulses her. She returned from ballet lessons one evening while in college; her dormitory roommates were watching a porno on the Internet with two girls doing each other in the scene. Lisa only viewed a few seconds before growing sick to her stomach and leaving. Lisa despises having her privates touched by another woman; yet she suffers Shaquanda's sexual caresses almost daily. Now in the bed naked, Lisa holds her knees up to her face and tightly closed, watching in revulsion as Shaquanda's fingers encircled the slick, black toy and work the lubricant up and down its length, readying it for Lisa like she is gracefully masturbating a real penis. "Dis is gonna feel so good in ya. Oh, I gonna make ya learn to love dis," Shaquanda teases. Lisa feels sicker than that evening in her dormitory when her roommates watched the porno with the lesbian scene. Why is this happening to her? Why does Shaquanda keep tormenting her by doing such abhorrent, unnatural things to her? Reggie waits before leaving in case Shaquanda needs help, overhearing everything: "Stop it – no! You're sick and perverted. That's disgusting. I'm not a lesbian and I don't like you," Lisa shouts. "Leave me alone, you dyke!" The bed bangs against the wall a few times, its noisy springs squealing from the commotion occurring on it – then what sounds like a combination of slaps and Lisa's cries followed by silent pause... "No, don't… oh…stop it… take it out, aah, no – please, don't, oh! I don't want it." Lisa put up a good fight, but Shaquanda was much stronger. After the beating came the depraved outcome the reluctant girl battled so hard to avoid. Lisa felt Shaquanda's fingers opening her sensitive lips and the large dildo filling her. "Please stop doing that to me," Lisa begs. "Doing what, Baby?" Shaquanda questions without breaking the steady rhythm she's developed on Lisa. "Doesn't dis feel good?" "No, I don't like it. Please…" Over the course of 20 minutes, Reggie hears less fretting from Lisa, and more groans. Shaquanda obviously is handling the little slut and Reggie leaves. Sick acts another woman performed on her and sex with a black man hung like a horse. Lisa doesn't know if she can ever face her husband again without thinking about what Reggie and Shaquanda have been doing to her and feeling disgusted. "Oh, God, please don't," Lisa mewls, her hands grabbing the long, slippery instrument – so slick from the combination of gel Shanquanda applied and Lisa's natural juices – sawing in and out of her slit. She tries holding it still but it slips through her fingers and continues its travels. Shaquanda has enough of Lisa's insubordination. She pries Lisa's fingers from the dildo and bends them backwards. "Owe," Lisa wails, the dildo still in her cunt. "Keep ya fucking hands off and quit resisting me or I'll break dem," Shaquanda growls. "Dis is happening whether ya wants it or not." Lisa's hands reluctantly remain to the sides twisting the sheets instead of trying to interfere with Shaquanda, who resumes piloting the dildo, smoothly driving it in and out of Lisa's wet pussy unfettered. "Ya see how good dis feels?" "Oh, God – noh." But the dildo gradually generates a sensation in Lisa's pussy that becomes electric and attains greater charge as Shaquanda continues. Lisa's thoughts dwell increasingly on it. Shaquanda uses the dildo at different angles providing maximum stimulation to Lisa, slowly pacifying her. With less resistance from Lisa, Shaquanda devotes even more energy pleasuring the girl, intermittently stroking her clitoral hood and further seducing her. "I love ya. Are ya gonna be my girlfriend now?" Shaquanda whispers in Lisa's ear and then softly nibbles it. An unwelcome but pleasantly high voltage courses through Lisa's body. "No," Lisa manages. "Yes, ya already is my girlfriend and yur letting me play with yur pussy. Ooooh, yeah dat feels nice. I'm making yur pussy feel so good," Shaquanda chimes, resuming her Sapphic brainwashing. Shaquanda's finger messages Lisa's clitoris, retracting its hood, exposing her super-sensitive glans, subjecting it to more loving caresses. "Oooooh, what a pretty clit ya has. Ya like dat. Oooooh, yeah, dat's yur love button, huh? Yur gonna cum and show me how much ya love me," Shaquanda raves to her captive. Reggie returns later that afternoon to an entirely different orchestra from what he left earlier that day. "Ooooh, yes, yur cuming again!" Shaquanda cajoles. "Dat feels so good, doesn't it?" "Oh, oh, oh, please, ooooh, oooooh, don't, uh," Lisa moans. He peeks in the dimly lit room, the setting sun's rays leaking through the tightly closed blinds, and observes Shaquanda smoothly working the dildo in and out of Lisa like a bow playing notes on a violin. Shaquanda appears to deeply concentrate on Lisa's pussy, touching its pink folds, causing Lisa's hips to rise and fall in perfect cadence with the dildo's movements. "What a pretty pussy ya has. I gonna make lots of love to ya for a long time. Ya see how yur letting me play with yur pussy and I'm making ya cum? Yur my girlfriend now; we is lovers," Shaquanda coos. "Oh, oh, oh, uh-huh, ah, nah," Lisa replies from the most basic level of her feminine consciousness, having succumbed to the despicable acts Shaquanda performed. The dirty talk Shaquanda repeated while molesting her throughout the day sticks and Lisa now can't help completing each phrase in her head as Shaquanda begins it. Lisa starts doubting herself, confused by Shaquanda's Sapphic sermons. Is her pussy actually pretty? Why does Shaquanda keep touching it and why is Lisa becoming aroused by that touch? Shaquanda causes her to orgasm. Does this mean they are making love? Is she really Shaquanda's girlfriend and lover? Reggie quietly closes the door leaving Shaquanda to her evil undertaking. With the heat of passion cooled, Lisa wakes the next morning in Shaquanda's embrace remembering disgusting things they did together throughout the night. Those perverted acts now sicken her. Aware of their naked bodies still touching, Lisa desperately wants to get away from Shaquanda. But similar things possibly wait once Shaquanda wakes. Lisa remains motionless in the bed beneath Shaquanda's arm, with Shaquanda's supple, dark breast resting on top of Lisa's firm, pale globe and their legs entwined between each other's. How can this be happening to her? Lisa feels trapped in a terrible nightmare. Right before getting married, Lisa went out with some of the girls from work one evening. Over drinks – Lisa had one glass of wine – the subject of sex arose. The girls talked about their boyfriends versus masturbating and which was better, but Lisa remained suspiciously quite. "Look at Lisa turn red," they joked. To her, sex was an obligation to the man she loved, not something she contemplated often, desired, or felt comfortable experiencing. Being self-conscious about her body, she never played with herself, thinking the act vulgar and unladylike. Lisa finishes a morning shower; she wants to wear clothes again. Only having a small towel to dry with, she tries avoiding the embarrassing reflection of her naked body in the cracked medicine cabinet mirror. Shaquanda and Reggie took away anything she tried covering herself with. The bathroom door even lacks a lock and they enter unexpectedly whenever they wish. Shaquanda arrived while Lisa showered. As Lisa leaves the bathroom she shivers with dread observing the sex toy bag Shaquanda brought with her again. "Come on, Baby," Reggie says grabbing Lisa's arm and escorting her to the bedroom. "It time for yur medicine." "Please, I don't want more; I'll be good today." "I'll gives ya less when ya start behaving for us a while." Reggie replies. "What have I done wrong?" "Well for starters, ya be asking me not to give ya yur medicine when ya know it makes ya feel better and I want ya to have it. Then ya be giving Shaquanda a hard time about being her girlfriend." Lisa doesn't know what to say. No matter what she does, they keep giving her more dope and she doesn't understand why. She watches Reggie tap the syringe with his finger a few times and squirt a thin fountain of liquid in the air from its sharp tip. It looks like more this time than usual – his cruel response to her for asking not to be drugged. "Please don't leave me with Shaquanda today," Lisa implores, not that Reggie is a better alternative. But in Lisa's mind, at least being taken buy a guy, even a black one as huge as Reggie, is preferable to a dyke like Shaquanda. Their eyes lock for a moment before Reggie sticks the needle in her vein. Her eyes are as blue as the heavens and he peers into them at her tiny black pupils, like periods at the bottom of exclamation points, nervously darting from the syringe back to him. "Oh, God," Lisa sighs from the addicting drugs entering her blood again and stimulating her pleasure centers. "Now don't ya feel better?" Reggie asks, watching Lisa's small, pink nipples pucker and an empty expression replace the worry in her face. He knows the feelings in Lisa must be incredible for the drugs to be so addicting. Lisa doesn't know how long she has been lying in bed staring at the ceiling when Shaquanda enters the room. "Look what I brought," Shaquanda excitedly says pulling out the obscenely large dildo very familiar to Lisa. It looks like a shiny, black eel. "No, I don't want to do that again," Lisa whines, scurrying to the corner of the bed and balling up. "Oh, ya'll feel different about it soon," Shaquanda answers squirting the sensual gel on its surface like ketchup on a very large frankfurter. Lisa watches Shaquanda's hands spread the lubricant up and down, up and down, trying not to fathom what comes next. "Please let me go. I promise I won't tell anyone." Shaquanda sits on the bed, the tired springs voicing their usual sorrow from her additional weight. "Scoot down here and open yur pretty legs for me, Baby," she instructs patting the stained mattress. "No, go away. This is sick." Shaquanda grabs Lisa's ankle, yanks her to the center of the bed, and slaps her face. "It's not sick. It's lovely and yur gonna start appreciating how nice it feels. Now I'm warning ya. Stay yur ass there and open yur legs." Lisa rubs her cheek where Shaquanda's handprint remains and cracks her legs apart slightly. Shaquanda shoves them the rest of the way open, separates Lisa's labia with her thumb and index finger, and goes to work with the dildo. "No… don't …stop it. Take it out … no… please!" Shaquanda methodically slides the dildo in and out of Lisa's slit, unfazed by the girl's pleas. "Shush. It's gonna be okay, Baby. Soon yur gonna start likin it. Ya have such a pretty pussy. I just gonna make love to ya." "No, I'm not a lesbian," Lisa insists. It's disgusting. I don't want you to make love to me." But Lisa is tiring from Shaquanda's persistent assaults, surrendering sooner and with less resistance each time. "Dis isn't disgusting; it's beautiful," Shaquanda softly repeats gently messaging Lisa's clit with her thumb while using the dildo on Lisa's wet cunt. Dat's not so bad. I don't want to hurt ya. I want to make yur pussy feel good." Lisa begins quieting down. "Ya see? I said ya would change yur mind. All dat fightin and getting yur face slapped for nottin," Shaquanda opines, slowly rutting the lengthy dildo in and out while cooing her lesbian perversions to Lisa again. Lisa hates the nasty things Shaquanda says while violating her almost as much as the violation itself. "Dat feels good – so nice. Ooooh, ya like having me make love to ya. Ya don't want to fight it anymore. "I don't want to," Lisa sobs. "I got yur pussy anyway and I gonna make ya enjoy it. I know what ya like. Yur tired of fighting. Ooooh, yeah, just like dat. Dat's it, just relax and let it happen – it feels nice." "Oh…God," Lisa moans. "God?" Shaquanda questions maintaining perfect cadence with the dildo. "God ain't gonna help ya none, Baby. He never helped any of us here. God's abandoned ya. The Devil's got ya now and he's never letting ya go." Both Lisa and Shaquanda miss the profound truth in what Shaquanda casually mentions. After bestowing Lisa with so many wonderful gifts, all has been cruelly taken from her for no apparent reason, her talents and physical beauty squandered on the vilest of creation. Lisa's predicament is an unfortunate mistake, one of a multitude of tiny, inconsequential glitches among the vast universe of cosmic justice. "Ah, oh, oooh, uh, oh, oh," Lisa mewls, beginning to rock her hips. "Oooooh, yeah, yur pussy is feeling so good. Don't fight it anymore. Uh-huh, ya like dat. Ya don't want it to stop – it feels too nice. It's beautiful and ya want me to keep doing dis to ya, uh-huh," Shaquanda preaches. Shaquanda takes Lisa's hand and holds it on the dildo as she works it. "Like dis," Shaquanda says adjusting the angle so the shaft makes contact with Lisa's clitoris. "Dats it, nice, smooth rhythms. Ya see how pleasant dat feels?" "Uh-huh," Lisa responds. Shaquanda gradually relinquishes her grip on Lisa's hand, allowing Lisa to assume most of the work. Lisa discovers that Shaquanda has let go of her hand, so she slows down, redirecting the shaft slightly so Shaquanda won't notice, and minimizes the stimulation to herself. She doesn't want to do these perverted things even if they feel good physically. But Shaquanda pays very close attention. Having played with Lisa's pussy so much, she knows exactly what arouses her most. "No, no, like dis," she instructs, manually correcting Lisa's hands to resume proper angle and cadence. "Oooooh, yeah, dat feels better, huh?" Lisa begins writhing from an intense orgasm. Shaquanda stands back, "Dat's a good girl. Make yurself cum for me. Oooooh, yeah, uh-huh, dat feels so good. Isn't that nice?" It's like being trapped in an opposite Universe where only physical pleasure matters. Things Lisa considers awful – Shaquanda calls nice; wicked like masturbating for another woman – Shaquanda praises as good. Lisa resists, but gradually begins accepting the warped reality. Shaquanda answers the knock at her door. She and Reggie anticipated an eventual visit from the police and had tidied her apartment weeks ago, eliminating almost every trace of Lisa. "We're looking for this person," the grey haired Detective Jones states in a monotone voice showing Shaquanda a picture of Lisa. He looks tired, ready for retirement with dark, puffy pouches beneath his eyes, and teeth yellowed from the cigarettes and coffee that got him through many lonely nights working long hours. To avoid possible suspicion Shaquanda is extremely cooperative, "Oh, yes, I remember her. Such a pretty, young woman – she was a new case worker with Social Services. She came by a few weeks ago. I told her my kids were living with my sister. She said she would correct the files and left," Shaquanda explains. "Did she come inside?" Detective Jones inquires. "No," Shaquanda replies. Having nothing to hide Shaquanda invites the detective in, "But you're more than welcome to look around if you wish." "Thank you – if you don't mind, I'll just be a few minutes." Detective Jones finds his way into Shaquanda's bedroom where Lisa's sexual assault began. Nothing out of the ordinary here –pink silk panties on the dresser the detective assumes belong to Shaquanda even though far too small to fit her. He doesn't realize they belonged to Lisa. As he prepares to exit the room, a cloth bag sitting on the floor by the door snags his notice. He briefly peaks inside the sac and observes the huge dildo and sensual lubricant Shaquanda has been using on Lisa for several weeks over Reggie's. Lisa's DNA is all over the toy. If he examines it closer, he will find a couple of her Caucasian pubic hairs as well. "I guess she likes them big," Detective Jones thinks to himself about Shaquanda; briefly letting loose a quiet chuckle and then dismissing the vital clues as irrelevant and Shaquanda as an innocent, uninvolved party. "I hope ya find the girl," Shaquanda comments, escorting detective Jones out. "I sometimes worry about my own safety around here." The case was already cold by the time police were contacted. Shaquanda's apartment complex, a known drug hole, sees lots of middle class traffic – yuppies making their weekend recreational drug purchases. Lisa's car blended with these other vehicles and none of the neighbors recall Lisa or her Acura. Lisa simply disappeared without any leads. Detective Jones has seen it all before though, and has his suspicions. A gorgeous young wife like Lisa married to a serviceman stationed overseas could get lonely. Perhaps she found someone else and disappeared on purpose. Lisa losses track of how much time passes in the dilapidated apartment. She remains naked and isolated from the outside world in a drugged stupor with Reggie or Shaquanda always watching. Without outside contact – internet, email, text messages, television, radio, or newspaper – Lisa misses the headlines about the gorgeous, young social worker and Army wife who disappeared and the unsuccessful search to find her. On occasions when Lisa's thoughts clear, she ponders the horrible, disgusting things she's doing with Reggie and Shaquanda. She misses Doug and weeps, remembering their weekend bike rides together before he joined the Army. Doesn't he notice her letters stopped and realize she is gone? Why hasn't anyone come looking for her yet? With Reggie frequently away on business, Shaquanda spent a lot of time cultivating bisexuality in Lisa. Lisa lays in bed on her back and allows Shaquanda to guide her legs into an open position with her feet close to her butt and her knees pointing in opposite directions away from each other. "Dat's nice like dat. Ya ready, Baby?" Shaquanda asks spreading open Lisa's slit with her fingers and bringing the lubed dildo to her opening. "Please, Shaquanda, my family is going to look for me. If you let me go I promise I'll never tell anyone about… Oh," Lisa exclaims, interrupted in mid sentence. Shaquanda inserted the dildo in Lisa and begins fucking her with it. It has been well over a month since Shaquanda and Reggie abducted her. Lisa has grown more accustomed to sexually partnering with them and to receiving the drugs. Shaquanda in particular spends hours intimately touching Lisa, making Lisa lose most of her revulsion toward lesbianism like a young, straight girl in prison forced each night into sharing her bed and body with a bulldog cellmate. The relationship eventually grows natural and voluntary to the formerly heterosexual girl, who ultimately bonds with the lesbian who initially molested her. "No one's even noticed ya gone, Baby. Ya family don't care about ya anymore. No one is looking for ya," Shaquanda lies without breaking the cadence of the dildo. She culls Lisa's clitoris and begins playing with it. "Ya husband be fucking other girls by now just like ya is fucking me and Reggie. We is yur family and we love ya and are taking care of ya." "Ooooooooh," Lisa gasps. "Oh, dat feels good there, huh?" Shaquanda observes, rubbing Lisa's clit while sliding the dildo over her g-spot. "Uh-huh, oooooh," Lisa replies. You're going to make me cum." "I know. I love it when ya cum for me. Open yur mouth and let me kiss ya, Baby," Shaquanda says. Lisa knows it's sick, but she is already catching whatever disease makes Shaquanda so perverted, and with a hint of hesitation opens her lips for their tongues to meet. "Mmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmm, Lisa moans from their kiss. Her arms awkwardly embrace Shaquanda for the first time, passionately holding another woman – naked flesh against naked flesh. Shaquanda returns her attention back to Lisa's clit. It was time to make her girlfriend cum. "Ooooh, yur pussy feels so good, oooooh yeah, I'm gonna make ya cum for me, uh-huh, dat feels so nice," Shaquanda gently speaks. "Oh, uh-huh, that feels nice, ooooh yeah. You make my pussy feel so good. I'm going to cum for you," Lisa responds with the words Shaquanda has been putting in her brain for well over a month. * She woke in Reggie's arms. It is still night, but she can make out shadows forming absurd patterns in the blackness. His long, thick cock presses against her thigh as he sleeps. He is back from another trip and they already fucked like rabbits earlier that evening yet he is hard again. Lisa can't believe Reggie's incredible stamina and recovery time. Nor can she help comparing how sex with this black man lasts so much longer and occurrs far more often than it ever did with Doug. This is her life now, a life entirely of drugs and sex, being only with Reggie and Shaquanda. Her days as a professional woman, of pursuing interests and hobbies like literature, music, art, dance, fitness and fashion, of interacting with intelligent people in normal ways not involving some form of intercourse, masturbation or shooting drugs, drifts closer to distant memory. "Get's on yur side," Reggie says. He woke up and wants to fuck again. Reggie doesn't need to ask Lisa twice. She knows what he wants and learned after the first days with him that when she doesn't give it, he will give her more drugs and take her by force anyway. Lisa rolls on her side. Reggie's hand reaches under her left knee bringing her leg upward and over him – into position for entry from the side. Lisa reaches down and gently aims Reggie's cock for him. Lisa progressed like other girls he tamed in the past – no complaints anymore about having sex with him, or requests for him to wear rubbers. In the beginning Lisa wasn't accustomed to so much sex, and dreaded having it with Reggie, especially without barrier protection, which only added to an intimacy she didn't want with him. Even her husband, Doug, always used rubbers so she wouldn't get pregnant. But Reggie made a point of boning Lisa without wearing condoms. Sharing body fluids with Reggie became less and less alien to her. "Oh, oooh, uh-huh, ooooooh," Lisa moans. He makes her experience sex naturally without anything separating his penis from her. Lisa has grown fonder of actually feeling him and not a latex membrane. But during moments of lucidity from her otherwise drug altered reality she realizes she is in hell and hates her empty life filled with carnal pleasure. "I is gonna cum in ya, Baby," Reggie announces. "Oh, oh, naaaaah, okay, uh-huh, I'm cumming too," Lisa replies in cadence with Reggie's thrusts and the squeaky springs in their bed. Lisa doesn't protest. When he wants to, he fills her pussy anyway no matter how she begs or cries. The familiar flood of Reggie's warm fluid flows into her; his thrusts slow. He fills her with baby-making spunk again. "Oh, I came," Lisa mumbles. Reggie's flaccid cock remains in her after releasing its load. Just before falling back to sleep with it still inside her, Lisa amazingly notes how even completely soft, Reggie's penis is much larger than Doug's fully erect. * Sunlight leaks through cracks in the tightly drawn blinds and wakes Lisa. Reggie's arm hangs across her chest, his hand holding her breast. He hasn't given her any drugs since yesterday, which enables Lisa to think more clearly than she has in a long time. Lisa knows Reggie will have his usual morning erection when he rises and relieve it in her. This day will be like all the others and the morning fuck will only be the beginning. If sex had calories, Reggie and Shaquanda would weigh 900 pounds each. But if she can somehow get out of the bed without waking him, she can escape from this horrible nightmare. Lisa slowly lifts Reggie's hand from her breast and places it on his pillow. Now to get out of the bed without making it shake or the springs squeak – she manages to do it and doesn't wake him. Lisa looks around the living room for something to wear, but there is nothing. She doesn't want to risk going back into the bedroom and using the sheet from the bed to cover herself, possibly waking Reggie. She desperately longs to see her husband again, have children with him one day – get her life back. Reggie and Shaquanda have taken everything from her, replacing her future with chemical illusions of happiness and the empty ecstasies of sex without love. Lisa gathers her courage, takes a deep breath like a diver preparing to descend deep water; she would do this naked if necessary.She tries opening the door – made of dark, solid oak badly needing varnish – but it's dead bolted. She goes to the window only to discover it fastened shut with rusty burglar bars over its dusty, cracked glass. From the window they appear to be on the fifth or sixth floor of some abandoned tenement overlooking a small alley and facing the back wall of another building, perhaps a warehouse, made of brick. She doesn't recognize their location and the alley looks deserted. This is the first time in weeks Lisa has glimpsed outside and the daylight hurts her eyes. She closes the blinds releasing specks into the air. Lisa needs to find the key to the deadbolt. But she's starting to feel really awful, like she is coming down with the flu or something worse. She enters the kitchen and looks in a few draws. A spoon and syringe lay on a badly stained countertop beside an old gas stove. Lisa doesn't know what is wrong with her, but she can't continue. Reggie opens his eyes and jumps from bed. Lisa is gone, her spot cold! He faces serious jail time if she found the key and went to the police. He runs into the living room and breathes a sigh of relief finding his prize rocking on the couch. "I don't feel well, Reggie," Lisa whines, rubbing her knees. "My body aches all over, I'm cold, and my stomach hurts. What's wrong with me?" Reggie knows exactly what's ailing her. The drugs he gives some of his girls to keep them from straying really fuck them up and he's glad he never used any himself. This close call proves why he needs to get some girls hooked. "Ya needs to remind me to give ya yur medicine, Baby," Reggie says with a sickening smile. He goes to the kitchen and returns a short while later with the rubber tourniquet and syringe. "Here ya go, Baby." Reggie hands Lisa the needle. "Let me help ya get this on." He ties the rubber hose tightly around her bicep. "Can you do it for me this time?" Lisa asks. Lisa watches Reggie put the contents of the hypodermic needle in her vein, each injection draining some of her aspirations and life in exchange. He gives her an extra dose this time because of the scare. When he releases her tourniquet, Lisa closes her eyes and whispers, "Oh… thank you, Reggie." "Yur welcome, baby – now let's get back in bed. Ya see how hard I am for ya dis morning?" Lisa dumbly stares at Reggie's big, hard cock a moment until he brings her to her feet. She never saw a black one until his and wonders if all black men are similarly endowed. She holds Reggie's arm to avoid falling as he escorts her to bed. * When Shaquanda lets herself in later that day, a symphony of squeaky bedsprings and Lisa's erotic grunts penetrate the bedroom walls and fill the apartment, "Uh, uh, uh, ah, oh, oh, Reggie, oooh, aaaah, oooooooh, oh, ah, uh-huh, oh!!!!!" The surrounding residents on Reggie's payroll – and loyal to him – all know when their landlord has a new "girlfriend" by overhearing passionate female cries when he makes them cum. Lisa isn't the first girl Reggie kept here, but her groans are among the most entertaining. "He's at it again with her," Shaquanda chuckles to herself. Almost every time she visits lately, Reggie is either drilling Lisa's pussy for oil, or making her swallow his own gushers. He has an insatiable appetite for taking innocent white girls, but so does Shaquanda. "Oh, please, I'm cuming for you Reggie! Oooooh, that feels so good. That's nice. Oh yeah, my pussy feels so good. You're making me cum! Oh!" Shaquanda hears Lisa yell. They moan into each other's mouths French kissing when Shaquanda enters their room. Lisa's legs lock around Reggie's ass. Her fingers dig into his back. Shaquanda imagines this naïve girl never dreamed of being fucked so much. The drugs Reggie keeps her on probably really spice things up for her too. Their moans grow loader, their thrusts faster and harder. Shaquanda watches the way Lisa's pussy appears to suck on Reggie's dark cock, like it does with the dildo she uses on her. Its lips tightly stretch around his shaft, mirroring Reggie's movements and flashing a rim of pink around his black rod each time they back away from each other. Lisa's clear pussy juice coating Reggie's cock turns white as his cum mixes with her own natural lubricant. Their motions slow and their kiss ends. "Oh, Reggie," Lisa exclaims. Lisa peaks over Reggie's shoulder and sees Shaquanda watching them. Reggie pulls out and gets off the bed. Lisa is obviously still excited, spread open with Reggie's cum trilling from her freshly fucked pussy, her engorged clit and labia clearly visible to Shaquada along with her very erect nipples. Between the drugs and having been with Shaquanda and Reggie so often, Lisa has lost almost all self-consciousness about her body and feels little inhibition in front of them anymore. The only interaction Lisa receives is with Shaquanda or Reggie. The drugs weaken her emotionally. Lisa, like all humans, needs contact with others even if that means sexually with her captors. "Hi Shaquanda, do you want to make love with me?" Lisa asks, knowing full well whenever Shaquanda comes over, it's time for girl on girl action either with the dildo or some other adventure. The old Lisa never dreamed of fucking another man or engaging in lesbianism. She never found black men attractive and thought sex with another woman gross. Now she is in a '69' eating Shaquanda's pussy. The first few times, even though drugged, Lisa cried enough to fill an ocean when forced to participate in these perversions. But eventually Lisa's tears diminished, and at some point stopped completely. "Ooooh, yeah, uh-huh, ya like that?" Shaquanda asks stroking the hood of Lisa's clitoris back exposing its glans. "Oh, oh, oooooooh, yeah, you make my pussy feel so good," Lisa responds, reciprocating by sticking her tongue in Shaquanda's snatch. "Oh, yeah, ya like the way pussy tastes," Shaquanda mewls. Forced repitition formed sexual preferences, behaviors – habits in Lisa that she previously considered abhorrent. Lisa reaches up around Shaquanda's buttocks to separate her thighs further. Lisa is starting to find pussy particularly piquant; it's growing on her. "Uh-huh, uh-huh, aah," Lisa moans. Shaquanda knows just how to touch Lisa and makes her cum on a dime. Lisa's face leaves the news cycle. The police have no leads. World events continue and she joins the growing number of missing souls. Gradually, the people close to Lisa accept her loss and go on with their lives. Doug takes Lisa's loss hard. He counts his young, beautiful wife, in the prime of life, as a likely murder victim of some unknown psychopath. He cries nights thinking of ways she may have suffered before her end. Did her murderer rape her before killing her? Was she scared or in pain? Did she think about him when she died? Doug uses his funeral leave to mourn his loss of Lisa, and then returns to Afghanistan. A young, widowed serviceman, he soon meets another girl and thinks less about Lisa. He eventually becomes an officer in the Army, remarries, and has kids with his new wife. But every once in a while Doug revisits his brief time with Lisa: her captivating smile that lit up the room when she laughed, extraordinary wit, and their carefree weekend bicycle rides together as a young couple in love before he joined the Army. Drugs and sex slowly erase the Lisa Doug remembers. Doug's new wife assumes the life Lisa started with him, while Lisa becomes a bi-sexual fuck doll for a black thug – an empty, drug addicted slut, a shell of her former self with a hot body Reggie shares with girlfriends and sometimes his male buddies too. * Several years after Lisa's disappearance, Reggie throws a party for his friends and the drug dealers working for him at one of the strip clubs he owns. It's one of the rare occasions when Lisa gets to leave the apartment. Unlike his other girls, Reggie doesn't share Lisa with men very often. But tonight is special. Lisa wears a pink thong under a tight, black leather mini skirt and matching leather halter top that leaves her cute belly button and flat abdomen visible. Reggie brings Lisa to his private suite in back of the club, where he introduces her to his friend Ray – the same man who disposed of her car years ago helping Reggie destroy her life and make her disappear. On her knees in a dimly lit room, Lisa sucks Ray's cock. The walls shake from music strippers pole dance to outside. He isn't as large as Reggie, but his black cock is still a significant piece of meat to slurp. Her thin fingers barely wrap Ray's shaft, gently jerking it while rolling his heavy testicles with her other hand. Reggie lifts her mini-skirt, pulls her thong to the side, and pushes his cock into her ass. "Mmmmmph, mmmmmmph, mmmmmmph," Lisa groans with her mouth full of cock each time Reggie thrusts. She ends up on top of Ray with his cock in her pussy and Reggie's still in her ass. "Oh, ooooh, aaaah, ooooh, I'm cuming, oh my God, oooooooooooooh, yes," Lisa screams. The double fuck makes her cum like crazy. On the way back to Reggie's apartment that evening Lisa sees Doug for the last time. She bounces on Reggie's lap in her miniskirt riding her pussy on his cock when their limo stops at a traffic light. Through the tinted windows she spies Doug leaving the movie theater. Having received transfer orders to another state, Doug is on leave. For a second Lisa feels a ray of hope. She rises up about to dismount Reggie and jump from the vehicle when Doug wraps his arm around a cute girl beside him. The girl wears a wedding band and holds a baby resembling Doug. Lisa slides down Reggie's cock again, turns away from the sight of her husband with his new wife, and resumes her coital rhythm without Reggie noticing the interruption. Lisa needs a fix. Her arms reach around the back of Reggie's neck and she hugs him tightly. The light turns green and Lisa watches Doug and his wife get smaller in the distance from over Reggie's shoulder as the limo speeds away. Lisa has long forgotten what Shaquanda flippantly told her years ago. But Shaquanda's prophecy rings true nonetheless: if God exists, He abandoned Lisa when she met Shaquanda and Reggie, and for some unknown reason allowed Satan to possess her as one of his concubines. There is no hope for her or any of Reggie's girls once they swallow from his cup of perversions and experience the ecstasies it contains. END Please send feedback to: https://secure.asstr.org/cgi- bin/ah_feedback.cgi?id=KRWFMLCTGCSOPUOPXUVW ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 74