Defiled Young Social Worker Version 2

By:  The Cryptkeeper

(Note: This is still a draft and may undergo further revisions
before completion. You may wish to wait for the final version to
be posted in my main directory to avoid ruining the surprise. The
choice is yours.)

WARNING:  Please do not read this work if subjects containing
rape and violence offend you.

The September sun beat down on Lisa through the open sunroof of
her blue Acura as she pulled 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. She just started
getting the swing of things and looked forward to successfully
finishing her probationary period with the agency and perhaps
going on to pursue a master’s degree.

A confident, well educated woman with a bright future, Lisa
worried more about the security of her car in this terrible
neighborhood than her own safety. This was a family reassigned to
Lisa's supervision due to child neglect - a 32-year-old single
mother with three children.

It had been a long day and Lisa looked forward to returning home
and starting the weekend even though her husband, Doug, was on
deployment in Afghanistan and she would be alone. She planned on
completing the four page letter to him she started yesterday
evening.  Like her other love notes to Doug, this one would be
scented with her best perfume and sealed with a lipstick imprint
of her kiss. They married two months ago before his departure
with the military.

More beautiful than she realized, Lisa stood a medium height with
a petite figure, the result of regular exercise and healthy diet.
She sported 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 comprised her angular face.

Wearing an attractive, black pantsuit with grey pinstripes, her
loud heels announced her approach as she travelled the walkway to
the apartment.

Lisa knocked on the door.   A black female answered.

"Hi, I’m Lisa Codell with the Department of Children and
Families. Are you Shaquanda Green?" Lisa inquired, a bright smile
revealing her perfect teeth from regularly visiting the dentist
since childhood.

Growing up in a white, middle class neighborhood, Lisa had
limited exposure to blacks before taking this job. But she
learned in college how her race – whites – previously oppressed
blacks, causing their present poverty.  Like many young people,
Lisa had plans for the future and wanted to make a positive
difference in the world.

"I is Shaquanda," the black woman said.  She looked fairly
attractive. Light brown eyes and a golden complexion combined
with an aquiline nose hinted at Hispanic or European influence
somewhere in her ancestry.  She was medium build – not fat but
definitely thick and muscular.  Shaquanda draped 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 had been sending social workers to Shaquanda
to check on her kids.  She knew these visits usually took an hour
or two, sometimes longer to interview each child. Shaquanda
hadn’t bothered to tell them yet that she recently sent her
children to live with their aunt.  "Ya can't come in now. I's got
company," Shaquanda answered impatiently.

Lisa wasn’t sure how to react. In her three months with the
agency no one 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 warned.  “I only want to help.”

This social worker was really attractive.  Shaquanda decided to
play her a while, perhaps finding a way into the young woman’s
panties.  "Ya threatening me?" Shaquanda sneered with her neck
swerving side to side. Her dark hair in braids with costly
extensions and bright red beads at their ends pendulously swung
with the movement of her head.

Shaquanda’s hostility shocked Lisa.  She tried 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 was a far cry from the fat, older,
black women that previously visited – right up Shaquanda’s alley.

Shaquanda 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.

Shaquanda's sexual abuse started at a young age. 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 a
deviant sexuality.

Shaquanda abruptly changed her attitude for Lisa and feigned
defeat, "No, don't takes my babies. Ya can come in.”

Lisa entered the dingy, rundown apartment, musty air filling her
sinuses.  The walls – originally white, but yellowed by age and
grease – needed painting. The place appeared disorganized with
debris strewn about and could use a good cleaning.

"It says here you have one girl and two boys, ages eight, nine,
and 10. Where are they?" Lisa questioned looking down at the form
on her clipboard, the back of which she had spent idle time
drawing hearts with her and Doug’s name in them.

"They's visiting my sister," Shaquanda answered.

"Does anyone else live here with you besides the children?" Lisa
asked.

Reggie happened to be with Shaquanda today.  He had an appetite
for petite white girls too and a special talent for getting into
their panties.  A brilliant idea occurred 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 replied.  “When
will they be here?”

"Reggie, ya has a vistor!" Shaquanda yelled, ignoring Lisa’s
question.

Reggie, a 38-year-old drug dealer and Shaquanda’s pimp, came out
from her bedroom. He stood 6’ 4”, 225 pounds of solid muscle. He
wore an angry scowl – a big vein bulging beneath the surface of
his forehead – as if interrupted from something important.

"What you want, Shaquanda?" Reggie asked.

"Dis here young lady with social services be asking about ya,"
Shaquanda said, giving Reggie a wink and wicked smile.

Reggie took a second look at the beautiful social worker. He
liked young, white pussy and never missed an opportunity to nail
it, but this girl could be a professional model with her figure
and face. She fit his target profile with the clean, virtuous
look of white America magazine ads attempt to capture.  Lisa
triggered an old, familiar itch in Reggie he could not resist
scratching.

Reggie’s attraction to white girls went back as far as he could
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 latter
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,
and 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 observed Lisa’s wedding band and assumed she was a typical
uppity white bitch never fucked by a black man.

Lisa felt uneasy as Reggie approached, 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 said.

Reggie stood inches away, almost making physical contact with
Lisa and towering over her.

It dawned on Lisa that Reggie and Shaquanda posed serious danger
to her. Reggie saw her blue eyes looking at the door to a
possible escape.

"Suppose we doesn't feel like answering questions?" Reggie
mocked, pulling Lisa's clipboard from her hands, tossing it
across the room, and moving between Lisa and the exit she had
been eyeing.

“Hey!” Lisa blurted. “I need that.” The clipboard contained all
of the day’s paperwork as well as the note to Doug she had been
writing.

"Who da fuck ya think ya is coming in here and asking personal
questions like ya is superior to us?"

They had this all wrong.  She was there to help them.  Lisa
backed away from the giant black man.

"Get da door, Shaquanda. I think we needs to teach her a lesson,"
Reggie barked.

Without fully understanding yet where things were heading with
this beautiful, young woman, Shaquanda obeyed Reggie and raced to
the door.

Lisa found herself against the wall.  Reggie grabbed hold of her
arms.

"Get your hands off of me! I'm going to have you arrested for
assault," Lisa threatened, unsuccessfully attempting to jerk free
of Reggie's grasp.

Threatening to have Reggie arrested was the wrong thing for a
white girl to say to him. Reggie let go and slapped Lisa hard
across the face, leaving a red mark on her left cheek and causing
her to see stars.

"You threatening me now?" Reggie asked tearing Lisa's purse from
her shoulder and flinging it to Shaquanda.

"Find her cell phone. She ain't calling nobody," Reggie yelled.

Lisa rubbed her cheek and stared at Reggie in shock.  She tasted
a trickle of blood.  Everything happened so fast she didn’t know
whether to scream or try reasoning with him. Before she could
decide, Reggie’s meaty hand covered her mouth and Lisa found
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 barked whirling
Lisa around like a rag doll and wrestling her into bed. "We is
gonna teach her some respect."

Hearing their intentions, Lisa thrashed in Reggie’s lap, but he
overpowered her and pulled her tightly into his chest, which rose
and fell from his deep breaths.

Shaquanda smiled, unveiling a piano key arrangement of white and
gold teeth, as she began unbuttoning Lisa's blouse.

"I bet ya never had a big, black cock before," she taunted, her
spider-like fingers crawling down the buttons on Lisa's shirt.

Lisa's blue eyes grew large with fear. She had only been with one
man her entire life – her husband, Doug. This couldn’t be
happening.  Rape was something that occurred to other unfortunate
women, not her.  Lisa mustered all her strength, but could not
break free from Reggie.

"MMMPPPHHH!" Lisa tried 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
teased.

Lisa’s blouse hung open.  Her firm breasts filled her pink, silk
bra like strong winds against sails on a ship. Lisa flailed in
Reggie's embrace as Shaquanda's hands reached her pants.

"Ooooh, look what we has here," Shaquanda said pulling Lisa’s
pants down while Lisa violently kicked, revealing  pink, silk
bikini briefs matching her racy bra.

Scantily clad in undergarments, Lisa struggled with Reggie in
bed.  But two against one, Shaquanda managed to remove Lisa's
bra, unveiling perky young tits, light pink nipples and quarter
sized areolas.

Lisa felt both embarrassed and frightened.


"And now let's see what dis pretty girl has waiting down here for
us," Shaquanda said placing her thumbs in the waistband of Lisa’s
panties.

Lisa kicked and squirmed to prevent Shaquanda from proceeding.

Shaquanda worked in prostitution long enough to know how pimps
got new girls to cooperate.  She pinched Lisa’s nipples hard with
her glossy fingernails professionally manicured in red acrylic
polish, and twisted.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!” Lisa’s muffled screeches filled the
room.

Shaquanda repeated the punishment several times more, causing
Lisa’s nipples to harden and glow red from pain.  Shaquanda’s
pussy grew 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 threatened.  She returned to the
panties. Lisa’s kicks subdued to a wiggle Shaquanda easily worked
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 slid between her closed knees.

“Open up and let us see what ya got,” Shaquanda said.

No way would Lisa allow these animals to molest her. Her legs
stayed stubbornly closed.

“Oh, she is shy and doesn’t want us to see her pretty pussy,”
Shaquanda said.

Reggie realized things had already gone too far with Lisa, and
the longer they spent fighting her, the more likely they were to
find trouble. He grew impatient.  He had ways to make girls
cooperate quicker.  "Go's and gets the works for her," Reggie
instructed Shaquanda.

Lisa struggled 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 spoke in Lisa's ear.
“We won’t hurt ya.  Just does what we says.”

Lisa was terrified.  She didn't understand what Reggie meant by
‘the works’, but she wasn’t settling down and allowing them to
have their way with her either – that would never happen! She had
to get free.

Shaquanda returned 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 became horribly evident to Lisa
and she strove harder to get free, squirming like a snake in
Reggie’s embrace while Shaquanda tightened the tourniquet around
her arm.

"MMMPPHHH!!" Lisa tried to scream so someone might hear her. Her
prior determination to fight turned to desperation. She would do
anything to avoid the dreadful injection. She wanted Reggie and
Shaquanda to know she was sorry for bothering them; that she
wouldn’t tell anyone what happened if they let her go.  But she
couldn’t speak with Reggie’s hand over her mouth.

"It gonna be okay once ya try dis," Shaquanda said holding Lisa's
struggling arm straight.

Lisa didn’t know what substance the syringe contained, but it
couldn’t be good.  She never touched drugs her entire life. She
witnessed how they destroyed lives these past three months
working for DCF. She didn’t even like taking aspirin. It wouldn’t
be okay, like Shaquanda claimed, 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 got weaker,
only serving to distend her veins more and make them easier
targets.

"That's it girl, keeps fightin," Shaquanda encouraged.  She felt
Lisa tiring.

Fatigued, Lisa’s arm stopped moving enough for Shaquanda to
quickly stick a vein exclaiming, “Gotcha.”

Lisa didn’t know it, but the battle was over.  Reggie removed his
hand from her mouth.

Drawing in a deep breath while in Reggie’s arms, Lisa cried,
“Oooowwwee, please don’t put that in me,” and watched a pink
plume of her blood mix in the syringe. Shaquanda slowly depressed
the plunger.

“Don’t move, Honey, or the needle might break in you,” Shaquanda
warned.

Lisa quietly observed Shaquanda empty the remnants of the syringe
into her vein, everything seeming to move in slow motion.

"There we go," Shaquanda’s voice echoed in Lisa’s ears, breaking
an awkward silence.   Shaquanda pulled the needle out of Lisa’s
arm, a drop of blood oozing from the site. Shaquanda wiped it
with her thumb and then popped the digit in her mouth.

“Mmmmm, sweet,” Shaquanda commented tasting Lisa’s blood. "Ya
gonna feel so good," she added, removing the tourniquet and
allowing the potent drugs to rush through Lisa’s circulatory
system. “Ya ever get high before?” Shaquanda asked.

Overcome by the intense rush of her first high, Lisa didn’t
answer.  The closest she ever came to using drugs was an
occasional glass of wine. The chemicals now in her bloodstream
caused her every neuron to spark in euphoria. In a place
somewhere between consciousness and sleep, Lisa dreamed while
still awake. She didn’t notice Reggie release her nor her own
nakedness anymore.

Reggie lifted Lisa off his lap and gently laid her back in the
bed, her head resting on a fluffy pillow.  Like a spider,
Shaquanda had paralyzed their victim with drugs.  Reggie’s eyes
greedily scanned Lisa’s nubile body as he rose from the bed.

“Do ya mind if I get her ready for ya?” Shaquanda asked.

Reggie loved girl on girl action as much as fucking them himself,
“Sure, go ahead. Knock yourself out and have fun with her.”

Reggie watched Shaquanda slither like a lizard into the bed and
pry Lisa's legs open.

Lisa didn’t realize what Shaquanda was doing at first.

Besides a narrow, neatly trimmed strip of brown pubic hair above
her vagina, the rest of Lisa appeared hairless.  Shaquanda
wondered if this rich, white girl used laser treatments to get so
smooth.

"Aren't you a pretty thing," Shaquanda commented stretching
Lisa's labia apart and revealing her light pink flesh.

Lisa murmured, “No,” becoming aware of Shaquanda touching her
private place.  She tried closing her legs, but with Shaquanda
already planted securely between them the effort proved
unsuccessful.

Shaquanda held Lisa open, licked her finger, and softly stroked
Lisa's sensitive hood while dipping her tongue in her pink slit.

"Noh, stop," Lisa cried, pushing Shaquanda's head, her braids
like small ropes through Lisa’s fingers. “I’m married… not that
way… Doug,” Lisa babbled in delirium.  Lisa didn’t understand how
one woman could do this to another.  It was revolting.

“Oh, I gonna make ya become dat way, Baby.  Ya gonna love having
yur pussy eaten by a woman when I gets through with ya,”
Shaquanda quickly answered.  “Tell me who’s Doug?” Shaquanda
asked.

“Husband,” Lisa mumbled.

Slowly caressing Lisa’s clit, Shaquanda looked at Reggie, smiled,
and replied, “Ya pussy belongs to me and Reggie now, not Doug,”
before returning to serious business on Lisa.

Shaquanda sexually assaulted Lisa for her own good reasons.  By
the time Shaquanda turned 16 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 found Lisa gorgeous but loathed
what she represented.

“Oh, oh, no, stop it,” Lisa whined.

Shaquanda’s experience as a prostitute made her expert at
pleasuring men and women. But she had long fantasized about
forcing Sapphic pleasures on privileged, inexperienced white
girls.

It was a bad dream. No, Lisa briefly realized she was being raped
by another woman. Then she was dreaming again.  The drugs kept
Lisa confused, her thoughts scattered. Fleeting images of her
husband, Doug, came to mind.  She closed her eyes to the unwanted
sensation between her legs slowly taking over.

Reggie watched Lisa’s head turn side to side.  She expended less
effort trying to push Shaquanda’s head away from her dripping
cunt.

Shaquanda removed her mouth from Lisa’s pussy; but her fingers
still held Lisa’s beautiful lips wide apart, every detail of the
poor girl’s private anatomy exposed for observation. Shaquanda
sank her long, black index finger into Lisa’s glistening pink
flesh and twirled Lisa’s clitoris beneath her thumb.

“No, stop it!” Lisa cried grabbing Shaquanda’s wrist with both
hands and attempting to pull the invading digits from her pussy.

“Let go,” Reggie boomed, peeling Lisa’s delicate fingers from
Shaquanda’s wrist.  He brought Lisa’s hands back above her
shoulders pinning them down to the mattress.  Her fingers curled
as if trying to grasp the air while Shaquanda’s middle digit
joined her index finger inside Lisa, searching for Lisa’s g-spot.

“Make the white bitch cum,” Reggie growled.

“Oh, she gonna cum for us whether she want to or not,” Shaquanda
said, observing Lisa’s hips suddenly rise involuntarily. “There
we go, right there.  I think I found her spot,” she added.
Shaquanda’s fingers fluttered against Lisa’s sensitive internal
flesh while her thumb continued circles on her now engorged
clitoris.

“Look at how full her clitty be gettin for me and how wet she
is,” Shaquanda commented. “She gonna cum real soon, ain’t ya,
Baby.”

“Noooooo,” Lisa replied, 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 moaned, her wrists
straining beneath Reggie’s hands to get free. Tension built
within her seeking more contact with Shaquanda’s fingers, not
less, to release it.  Her smooth, gorgeous face grimaced,
becoming ugly like a weightlifter’s when attempting to pump too
much iron.

“Don’t make me,” Lisa cried.

“Ooooh, yes, she be cumming good now.  Look at her face.  I
thought she said she wasn’t dis way,” Shaquanda giggled,
continuing to masturbate Lisa.  “What would Doug think seeing her
cum like dis for me?” Shaquada questioned.

“Dat’s it girl, keep cumming for Shaquanda,” Lisa heard Reggie
say. She became completely preoccupied with her pussy in spite of
her prior determination not to allow Shaquanda and Reggie to have
their way with her.

“Oh,” Lisa exclaimed, totally centered on her cunt.

Lisa didn’t notice Reggie release her wrists; her hands remaining
in place on the mattress beside her shoulders.

Reggie slowly backed away careful not to disturb Lisa and the
delicate girl-on-girl action developing for him to watch. She was
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 held
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 listened to Lisa whispering “no” to Shaquanda while
passively allowing Shaquanda to proceed.  The drugs, no doubt,
aided Lisa’s capitulation.

In a drug induced state, Lisa fell deeper into the groove of
multiple orgasms Shaquanda dug for her.  Hardly aware of Reggie’s
presence or anything other than the business with Shaquanda, the
attention to Lisa’s pussy changed – it felt differently. Lisa
looked down and saw Reggie positioning his charcoal penis at her
entrance. The thing was huge, with numerous veins bulging along
its thick, lengthy shaft and a big scrotum containing testicles
each the size of walnuts. It looked so much larger than Doug.  It
couldn’t be real.  This had to be a bad dream because no man
possessed a penis that big.

"NOO!” Lisa whined, her pussy made highly receptive by Shaquanda
adjusted to the abrupt change in partners and tightly stretched
around a cock that for the first time was not her husband's.

Reggie worked his uncanny phallus inside Lisa, making her pussy
adapt to his large size. With each thrust, her tiny cunt further
accommodated him.

"Please don't," Lisa cried.  But her pussy took more and more of
Reggie inside it. "I'm married. Stop," she continued, trying to
push Reggie off.

Something tightened around her arm.  Lisa turned to see the
tourniquet fastened on her bicep and Shaquanda brandishing
another syringe.

“Don’t give me more of that,” Lisa pleaded, Reggie’s cock moving
inside her without interruption.

“Yur too distracted. Dis will help ya give Reggie yur undivided
attention,” Shaquanda said, sticking the needle into Lisa’s vein
and giggling.  “Ooooh, yeah, there we go,” Shaquanda said taking
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 begged. She watched Shaquanda remove
the tourniquet and start saying something else.  But it didn’t
matter anymore.  Another rush of euphoria swept Lisa away,
Shaquanda’s voice trailing to a distant echo in her ears saying
something about being nice to Reggie and taking all of his big
cock.

The pressure and discomfort subsided, Lisa acclimated to Reggie’s
huge size and her entire existence rapidly coalesced around the
piston moving inside her. Lisa failed to recognize the
significance of Reggie's heavy balls slapping her ass – her body
fully accepted him.

Reggie felt Lisa's nipples poke into his chest, her pussy
rippling with involuntary spasms around his rod as the drugs took
effect. He decided to change positions and withdrew his long,
slick cock from Lisa's wet cunt.

Lisa looked at his horrendously large and grisly penis removed
from her.  The shiny appendage twitched as it pointed away from
Reggie's body. It didn’t register to her that the juices coating
it were her own.

"Help get her on top of me, Shaquanda," Reggie said, rolling on
his back beside Lisa.

Shaquanda took a moment to suck Lisa's juices from Reggie's cock,
her head bobbing up and down his shaft several times.“Mmmmm,
mmmm” Shaquanda moaned before pulling her mouth away.

“Her pussy is so good. Ya gots to taste it,” Shaquanda said
moving to Lisa and encouraging her to sit up.

Befuddled, Lisa awkwardly allowed Shaquanda to position her above
Reggie.

Shaquanda fumbled to fit their parts together, but finally got
the head of Reggie’s thick, heavy cock back into Lisa's pink
entrance.

Once Reggie felt Lisa’s labia admit him back inside her, he
placed his hands – callused from hours at the gym pumping iron
instead of earning an honest living – on Lisa's hips and pushed
down.

"That's it, girl," Shaquanda encouraged as Lisa's slid down
Reggie’s long, black pole.

With a very unladylike grunt, Lisa reached bottom fully impaling
herself.  Reggie began working his pelvis into Lisa while
Shaquanda reached down and caressed Lisa’s clitoris.

"Oh!" Lisa blurted, 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 encouraged.  “Oooooh yeah, ya
gonna cum.”

Reggie pulled Lisa backwards.  She lied supinely on top of him
with his cock sawing in and out of her.

Shaquanda joined by licking Lisa again. “Oh, yes, ya taste so
good, girl,” Shaquanda said.  She licked more, and then sucked
Lisa’s clit, causing it to engorge.

“Noh,” Lisa moaned.

“Yes,” Shaquanda mimicked, gently retracting Lisa’s swollen hood
with her thumb and gingerly licking the exposed head.

Lisa squirmed but Reggie held 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 had a well toned abdomen from frequent workouts,
with a beautiful belly button that gently rose and fell with her
heavy breathing.

Reggie allowed 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 was quite the
prize.

“Oh, oh, oh, please, stop, don’t, no,” Lisa moaned.

Reggie's thrusts increased.  Lisa’s primal female instincts
sensed he was going to cum.

"Please… don't… not inside me,"

“Oh, no," Lisa exclaimed 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 contracted 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 pulled Reggie's deflating shaft
from Lisa's still aroused pussy, and sucked it clean while
watching a surplus of potent jism ooze from Lisa's cunt.

****************

The drugs made Lisa peacefully forget.  She floated in bed high
in the clouds, unconcerned about Reggie’s vigorous sperm swimming
inside her while Reggie went through her purse and found keys to
her blue Acura. He took cash in her wallet amounting to $98 and
destroyed everything else – her credit cards, driver’s license,
voter registration, and her work identification.  All were cut
into tiny pieces and carefully discarded in a trash bag. She
wouldn’t need any of it anymore, Reggie determined.

The pictures in Lisa’s cell phone didn’t show a single black
person and revealed 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
stepped outside after gleaning Lisa’s personal information and
smashed her phone on the concrete walkway. Throwing it down
several times, he picked up the broken slivers of plastic.  He
saw her blue Acura parked inconspicuously and out-of-the-way in a
remote corner.  It was a nice car.  Too bad it had to go to the
chop shop.  Reggie whipped 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 chuckled.  “I needs ya to make it disappear right away.”

Reggie came back inside barking to Shaquanda, “Give me all her
clothes.” He took a few minutes deeply inhaling the scent from
Lisa’s panties.  Smelling her sex in them, he basked in their
fragrance deciding to keep them as a souvenir.  Then everything
else of Lisa’s – including her purse, shoes, and bra – went 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 said to Shaquanda.

Something constricted around Lisa’s arm and someone held it
outstretched; she couldn’t move it. Lisa turned her head and saw
Shaquanda with a syringe to her distended vein.

“Please, no more,” Lisa murmured.

With a stern look, Reggie watched Shaquanda finish drugging Lisa.
The seriousness of their situation sinking in, Reggie said, “I’m
gonna need yur help with dis one.”

Lisa released a long, heavy sigh with her eyeballs rolling back
in her head.  She was completely out of it.

“She the finest pussy I’ve tapped in years, but she ain’t gonna
be easy keeping,” Reggie said. “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 in 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 asked while she
watched 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
stated 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 added.

“She’s so gorgeous.  It’d be a shame to waste such a pretty
pussy,” Shaquada replied.  “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
said.  “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 added with a
devilish grin.

Shaquanda’s eyes lit up. Besides the extra money, she loved
working with new girls and took a special liking to Lisa. “Okay,
Reggie, I’ll handle her for ya.  This will bring new meaning to
the expression ‘labor of love’,” Shaquanda quipped.

Reggie broke out laughing. “She’s yur new girlfriend as well as
mine – our new girlfriend,” Reggie finally replied with a big
grin after regaining some composure. “Now let’s get her over to
Kenneth Courts while it’s quiet around here.”

**************************

Lisa woke up naked in a strange bed confused and only remembering
bits of weird dreams.   She reached down; the wisp of pubic hair
above her pussy felt crusty, like dried hair gel. Upon further
examination, her tummy and tits contained similar residue.  She
sat up and scanned the room for her clothes.

Thick curls of old paint pealed from the walls like badly sun
burned skin; in spots plaster had fallen from lathing, leaving
craters like pockmarks on an acne scarred face.  Dust and
scattered pieces of crumbled plaster covered the dull, hardwood
floors.  Where was she? How did she get here?  What was she doing
here? She felt foggy and couldn’t think straight.  Where were her
clothes?

Throughout the night, Reggie and Shaquanda shot Lisa up with
deleterious substances to keep her ‘on task’. Shaquanda sat in
the living room recalling the previous evening and how much she
enjoyed Lisa’s sex when she noticed Lisa staggering from Reggie's
room nude, her hand against the wall for support.  They gave her
the last injection several hours earlier.

When Shaquanda hooked up with Reggie five years ago, 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 asked.  “I bet ya
never let another woman eat yur pussy before either.”

Lisa looked at Shaquanda confused.  Who was Reggie?  What was she
talking about?  Things weren’t making any sense.  She would never
have sex with another man, or with a woman – the thought was
repulsive.

“I’ve got to go,” Lisa said heading toward the door.  The
surroundings appeared to flow like liquid and she couldn’t walk
straight, her legs turning to rubber.  Small chips of paint broke
off and lodged beneath her fingernails from grabbing the wall to
avoid falling.

“Now where’s ya goin in yur condition with no clothes on?”
Shaquanda asked, grabbing hold of Lisa and guiding her over to
the sofa.

Lisa fell back in the worn couch and stared at Shaquanda with a
perplexed look.

“Just sit and relax.  Everything will be okay,” Shaquanda
reassured her.  Shaquanda picked up a cell phone and called
someone.

“Yur new girlfriend is up. She still out of it, but ya better get
over here quick,” Shaquanda said.

Lisa was still high and didn’t understand what Shaquanda was
saying about her.

“Why am I naked?” Lisa asked.  “Where are my clothes?”  She felt
like she was dreaming.

Shaquanda didn’t answer.

“Where’s my wedding band?” Lisa inquired holding her hands up in
astonishment and noting the missing ring from her finger –
everything looked so different.

A big black man in baggy gym shorts suddenly stood in front of
her without a shirt.  Lisa couldn’t recall when he entered the
room but recognized the huge muscles in his arms, chest, and
stomach, and the ridiculous bulge in his shorts from her dreams –
that devastatingly large penis had been inside her.

“Can I make her cum first,” Shaquanda asked Reggie.  “I love her
pussy.”

Reggie pulled 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 til we breaks her in more,” he said.

From deep beneath the drug induced murkiness, Lisa sensed danger
as she sat 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 yipped, a crease forming
between her eyebrows.  Reggie held her still in his tremendous
arms while she watched Shaquanda stick a needle in her again.

“She ain’t struggling as much,” Shaquanda remarked.

“Oh,” Lisa murmured as if recalling something familiarly
pleasant. Shaquanda removed the tourniquet allowing the full
array of fireworks to explode inside Lisa.

“I think she startin to like dis shit,” Shaquanda commented,
staring at Lisa’s reaction.  Lisa’s head fell back on Reggie’s
shoulder; her mouth gapped open; her face became 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 felt white
girls in particular deserved to be turned into drug dependent
sluts. Once he got them hooked, they were hopelessly enslaved to
him by their addiction – a nice twist of fate between the two
races.

Shaquanda put the needle down on the coffee table next to the
couch and moved Lisa into a straddling position on Reggie’s lap.

Reggie opened his legs causing Lisa’s to spread apart as well. He
looked down from above Lisa’s shoulder and watched.

Shaquanda parted Lisa’s labia and culled her clit from the
delicate, pink folds.  She then licked her thumb and gently
stroked Lisa’s clitoral hood.

“No, please, oh, don’t, not there, oooooooooooooh” Lisa moaned.

“Oh, yes, right there,” Shaquanda said. “Did I find yur love
button again, Baby?” Shaquanda asked.

“Oh, oooh, ooooh, oooooooooh, nooo, please.”

“Why ya be saying no?  We already know how much ya like dis.
Don’t ya remember all the nice things we did last night? Look at
how wet ya be getting for me,” Shaquanda said.  “Ya be doin some
good social work for us now. Ya see what life with us really be
like?  It ain’t so bad, is it?”

Even with her mind in the heavy chemical clouds Reggie and
Shaquanda kept putting in her blood that softened the gravity of
her predicament, a faint alarm sounded from somewhere deep in
Lisa’s core, almost muted silent – but not quite.  She vaguely
recognized the homosexual acts being performed on her by
Shaquanda as immoral, unnatural, and sickening.  Yet as Reggie
and Shaquanda made her endure the attention longer, the physical
sensations combined with Shaquanda’s perverse suggestions started
distorting the 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 lilted repeatedly, the disgusting phrases
beginning to play back in Lisa’s brain like a catchy tune. She
felt so wet and messy like Shaquanda said.  Shaquanda kept
touching her pussy, making it feel nicer and rendering Lisa more
susceptible to her deceitful expressions. Shaquanda’s dialogue
was becoming Lisa’s thoughts.  She was going to cum like
Shaquanda proclaimed but she could 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 said, as if responding to
Lisa thoughts.

Lisa squirmed in Reggie’s lap; he held her tightly in place and
watched Shaquanda make her pussy glisten with moisture.

“Ya gonna cum for us,” Shaquanda restated.

“No, don’t make me,” Lisa panted. But Shaquanda kept 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 said.  She went down on Lisa
and lapped up her nectar.

“Ooooooh, ooooooh, ooooooh, noooooo, ooooooh,” Lisa mewled, 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 whispered in Lisa’s ear and then started licking
it.

Lisa’s face contorted; her erect nipple felt like it turned into
a pebble as  Reggie rolled it between his fingers.

“What would her husband, Doug, think if he knew how many times
another woman made her cum during threesomes with a black man?”
Reggie silently wondered. It didn’t matter because Reggie would
make certain that dumb white boy never found out about his wife.


“Dat’s good: Shaquanda really loves young, white pussy as much as
I do,” Reggie said feeling Lisa’s body tense, relax, and tighten
again. “Ya ever let a woman eat yur pussy before?” Reggie asked.

Lisa shook her head and with eyes closed replied, “No.”  Even
drugged, she felt embarrassed by this nauseating act.

“Ya’ll get used to it.  Shaquanda really likes pussy a lot,
especially white pussy.”


Shaquanda’s head finally rose from between Lisa’s legs, Lisa’s
juice glistening on her lips and chin.

“I counted her cum eight times for me,” Shaquanda proudly boasted
to Reggie.  “She have a real sensitive clitty.”

Shaquanda enjoyed the challenge of making straight, white girls
orgasm and awakening their latent, Sapphic tendencies she
believed all women possessed.

Determining Lisa's sensuality helped Reggie further exploit her.
A sensitive girl was sexually vulnerable and made more money if
and when he eventually put her to work.

“I’m gonna take her to bed and fuck her a while,” Reggie said.

“I don’t want to fuck you,” Lisa caviled.  She stumbled 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 spurned.  “I’s yur boyfriend
now and no one’s going to look for ya.”

Reggie pushed Lisa into the old, stained mattress she woke from
earlier, pulled her butt to the edge, and spread her legs apart.

“Please don’t fuck me again,” Lisa cried.  She thought about her
husband, Doug, as she felt Reggie’s fingers parting her labia and
then pressure from his monster phallus pushing into her entrance.
Shaquanda had made her very wet.

“At least wear a rubber for me,” Lisa fussed.

“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.” Reggie replied.

She didn’t want intimacy with Reggie any more than she wanted it
with Shaquanda; she needed Doug to save her from this terrible
nightmare.  But Doug didn’t arrive and after Shaquanda did those
awful things, Lisa now had 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 exclaimed putting his cock deeper
into Lisa’s moist pussy. He softly and slowly rubbed around her
clit, making her responsive.

“Why are you doing this to me?” Lisa whimpered.

“Shush – I is doing it ‘cause yur my girlfriend now.  Don’t dat
feel good?” Reggie asked, his finger manipulating her engorged
clitoris.

“No,” she blurted.  She didn’t want to feel Reggie.  But the
drugs helped her appreciate Reggie’s “extra talent”, made her
especially cognizant of the friction between his penis and her
vagina. Lisa stopped crying and bit her fist.  His big cock
filled her and touched sensitive places Doug’s penis never came
close to reaching.  She writhed on Reggie’s pole of pleasure, her
female reactions growing stronger.

“Dat cock feels good in yur pussy without a rubber, doesn’t it?”
Reggie asked. “Dat’s all me yur feeling, Baby.”


“Oh, my God, oh, oh, oh, ooooooooooooooooooooooooh,
noooooooooooooooo,” Lisa moaned.  Her pussy clenched Reggie’s
cock as tightly as a boa constrictor.

“Don’t cum in me again,” Lisa gasped.  “Take it out this time.”

He wasn’t going to take it out this time or any other time.  If
he came in her enough, she would eventually become complacent
with it, Reggie reasoned.

“I can’t help it.  I gonna cum in yur pussy, Baby,” Reggie
announced, his warm semen flowing copiously into her receptive
cunt.

Lisa felt his baby-making sperm gush into her. “Oh, God, you’re
cuming in me!” she demurred, unable to prevent taking his
loathsome seed. “No, stop,” she cried, feeling more of it
entering her. He wouldn’t pull his horrible penis out and she
couldn’t stop her vaginal contractions from milking more of the
disgusting fluid from him.  He remained inside her until every
drop of jism drained from his huge balls.

“Dat was really nice,” Reggie said gently petting Lisa’s soft
brown hair and finally withdrawing his long, flaccid cock from
her slit.  Lisa stared in his eyes briefly, feeling some twisted
connection to Reggie, perhaps caused by the drugs or because she
contained his sperm inside her.  The cocaine had worn off on Lisa
and the heroin left her peacefully tired.  She closed her eyes
and fell asleep.

******************************

Shaquanda arrived with a bag of supplies.  “Did you give our
girlfriend her medicine already?” she asked.

After the first two days, they had stopped giving Lisa the
anesthetic date rape compound.  Her injections consisted
primarily of heroin, cocaine, and some other nasty ingredients –
still an extremely addictive and effective concoction – that left
her more alert and less docile than initially.


“Yea, I just finished shooting her up,” Reggie replied.

“Good, I hope ya gave her extra.  Ya know she be gettin a little
feisty with me when yur not around.”

Shaquanda opened the bag and with a great, big smile revealing
her gold teeth, pulled out the hugest, black, silicone dildo
Reggie ever saw, 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 added fishing out a bottle of sensual lubricant to use
with the dildo.

Reggie prepared to leave and Shaquanda went into the bedroom.

Lisa saw Shaquanda carrying the cloth sac as she entered her room
and mistakenly thought it contained clothing. “Please give me
something to wear,” Lisa softly asked.  Shaquanda leered at
Lisa’s nubile body as the girl sat naked in the bed.

From the living room Reggie heard Lisa yell, “No, get away from
me with that!” Reggie smirked.  Lisa wouldn’t be nearly as
defiant if she knew he was still there. Maybe she needed more
narcotics.

Shaquanda wore 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 repulsed 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 hated having her privates touched by another woman; yet she
suffered Shaquanda’s sexual caresses almost daily.  Now in the
bed naked, Lisa held her knees up to her face and tightly closed,
watching in revulsion as Shaquanda’s fingers encircled the slick,
black toy and worked the lubricant up and down its length,
readying it for Lisa like she was gracefully masturbating a real
penis.

“Dis is gonna feel so good in ya. Oh, I gonna make ya learn to
love dis,” Shaquanda teased.

Lisa felt sicker than that evening in her dormitory when her
roommates watched the porno with the lesbian scene.  Why was this
happening to her?  Why did Shaquanda keep tormenting her by doing
such abhorrent, unnatural things to her?

Reggie waited before leaving in case Shaquanda needed 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 shouted. “Leave me
alone, you dyke!”

The bed banged against the wall a few times, its noisy springs
squealed from the commotion occurring on it – then what sounded
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 whimpered.

Lisa put up a good fight, but Shaquanda was much stronger. After
the beating came the depraved outcome the reluctant girl fought
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 begged.

“Doing what, Baby?” Shaquanda questioned without breaking her
steady rhythm on Lisa. “Doesn’t dis feel good?”

“No, I don’t like it. Please…”

Over the course of 20 minutes, Reggie heard less fretting from
Lisa, and more groans.  Shaquanda obviously handled the little
slut and Reggie left.

Sick acts another woman performed on her and sex with a black man
hung like a horse.  Lisa didn’t know if she could ever face her
husband again without thinking about what ,Reggie and Shaquanda
were doing to her and feeling disgusted.

“Oh, God, please don’t,” Lisa mewled, her hands grabbing the
long, slippery instrument, so slick and sawing in and out of her
slit.  She tried holding it still but it slipped through her
fingers and continued its travels.

Shaquanda had enough of Lisa’s insubordination.  She pried Lisa’s
fingers from the dildo and bent them backwards.

“Owe,” Lisa wailed, the dildo still in her cunt.

“Keep ya fucking hands off and quit resisting me or I’ll break
dem,” Shaquanda growled.  “Dis is happening whether ya wants it
or not.”

Lisa’s hands reluctantly remained out of the way twisting the
sheets instead of trying to interfere with Shaquanda, who resumed
piloting the dildo, smoothly driving it in and out of Lisa’s
pussy unfettered.

“Ya see how good dis feels?” Shaquanda asked.

“Oh, God  – noh,” Lisa responded.  But the dildo gradually
generated a sensation in Lisa’s pussy that became electric and
attained greater charge as Shaquanda continued.  Lisa’s thoughts
dwelled increasingly on it.

Shaquanda used the dildo at different angles providing maximum
stimulation to Lisa that slowly pacified her.  With less
resistance from Lisa, Shaquanda devoted more energy pleasuring
the girl, intermittently stroking her clitoral hood and further
seducing her.

“I love ya.  Are ya gonna be my girlfriend?” Shaquanda whispered
in Lisa’s ear and then softly nibbled it.

An unwelcome but pleasantly high voltage coursed through Lisa’s
body.

“No,” Lisa managed.

“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 chimed, resuming her Sapphic brainwashing.
Shaquanda’s finger messaged 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 raved to her captive.

Reggie returned later that afternoon to an entirely different
orchestra from what he left earlier that day.

“Ooooh, yes, yur cuming again!” Shaquanda cajoled. “Dat feels so
good, doesn’t it?”

“Oh, oh, oh, please, ooooh, oooooh, don’t, uh,” Lisa moaned.

He peeked in the dimly lit room, the setting sun’s rays leaking
through the tightly closed blinds, and observed Shaquanda
smoothly working the dildo in and out of Lisa like a bow playing
notes on a violin. Shaquanda appeared 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 cooed.

“Oh, oh, oh, uh-huh, ah, nah,” Lisa replied from the most basic
level of her feminine consciousness, having succumbed to the
abhorrent acts Shaquanda performed.  The dirty talk Shaquanda
repeated while molesting her throughout the day stuck and she now
couldn’t help completing each phrase in her head as Shaquanda
began it.  Lisa started doubting herself, confused by Shaquanda’s
Sapphic sermons. Was her pussy actually pretty?  Why did
Shaquanda keep touching it and why was Lisa becoming aroused by
that touch?  Shaquanda caused her to orgasm.  Did that mean they
were making love?  Was she really Shaquanda’s girlfriend and
lover?

Reggie quietly closed the door leaving Shaquanda to her evil
undertaking.

With the heat of passion cooled, Lisa woke the next morning in
Shaquanda’s embrace remembering disgusting things they did
together throughout the night.  Those perverted acts now sickened
her.  Aware of their naked bodies still touching, Lisa
desperately wanted to get away from Shaquanda. But similar things
possibly waited once Shaquanda woke.  Lisa remained motionlessly
in the bed beneath Shaquanda’s arm, with Shaquanda’s soft, dark
breast resting on top of Lisa’s firm, pale globe and their legs
entwined between each other’s. How could this be happening to
her?  Lisa felt 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 finished a morning shower; she wanted to wear clothes again.
Only having a small towel to dry with, she tried 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 lacked a
lock and they entered unexpectedly whenever they wished.

Shaquanda arrived while Lisa showered.  When Lisa left the
bathroom she shivered with dread observing the sex toy bag
Shaquanda brought with her again.

“Come on, Baby,” Reggie said 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,” Lisa said.

“I’ll gives ya less when ya start behaving for us a while,”
Reggie replied.

“What have I done wrong?” Lisa asked.

“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 didn’t know what to say.  No matter what she did, they kept
giving her more dope and she didn’t understand why.  She watched
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 looked
like more this time than he usually gave her – his cruel response
for her asking not to be drugged.

“Please don’t leave me with Shaquanda today,” Lisa implored, not
that Reggie was a better alternative.  But in Lisa’s mind at
least being taken buy a guy, even a black one as huge as Reggie,
was preferable to a dyke like Shaquanda.

Their eyes locked for a moment before Reggie stuck the needle in
her vein. Her eyes were as blue as the heavens and he peered 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 sighed from the addicting drugs entering her
blood again and stimulating her pleasure centers.

“Now don’t ya feel better?” Reggie asked, watching Lisa’s small,
pink nipples pucker and an empty expression replace the worry in
her face.  He knew the feelings in Lisa had to be incredible for
the drugs to be so addicting.

Lisa didn’t know how long she had been lying in bed staring at
the ceiling when Shaquanda entered the room.

“Look what I brought,” Shaquanda excitedly said pulling out the
obscenely large dildo Lisa had become very familiar with.  It
looked like a shiny, black eel.

“No, I don’t want to do that again,” Lisa whined, scurrying to
the corner of the bed and balling up.

“Oh, ya'll feel different about it soon,” Shaquanda answered
squirting the sensual gel on its surface like ketchup on a very
large frankfurter. Lisa watched Shaquanda’s hands spread the
lubricant up and down, up and down, trying not to fathom what
came next.

“Please let me go.  I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

Shaquanda sat 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 instructed patting the dirty
mattress.

“No, go away.  This is sick.”

Shaquanda grabbed Lisa’s ankle, yanked her to the center of the
bed, and slapped 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 rubbed her cheek where Shaquanda’s handprint remained and
cracked her legs apart slightly.

Shaquanda shoved them the rest of the way open, separated Lisa’s
labia with her thumb and index finger, and went to work with the
dildo.

“No… don’t …stop it.  Take it out … no… please,” Lisa cried.

Shaquanda methodically slid 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 insisted.  It’s disgusting. I don’t
want you to make love to me.” But Lisa was tiring from
Shaquanda’s persistent assaults, surrendering sooner and with
less resistance each time.

“Dis isn’t disgusting; it’s beautiful,” Shaquanda softly repeated
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 began quieting down.

“Ya see? I said ya would change yur mind.  All dat fightin and
getting yur face slapped for nottin,” Shaquanda said, slowly
rutting the lengthy dildo in and out while cooing her lesbian
perversions to Lisa again.  Lisa hated the nasty things Shaquanda
said 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 cried.

“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 moaned.

“God?” Shaquanda questioned 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 missed the profound truth in what
Shaquanda casually said. After bestowing Lisa with so many
wonderful gifts, all had been cruelly taken from her for no
apparent reason, her talents and physical beauty squandered on
the vilest of creation.  Lisa’s predicament was 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 mewled, 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 preached.

Shaquanda took Lisa’s hand and held it on the dildo as she worked
it.

“Like dis,” Shaquanda said adjusting the angle so the shaft came
into contact with Lisa’s clitoris. “Dats it, nice, smooth
rhythms. Ya see how pleasant dat feels?”

“Uh-huh,” Lisa responded.

Shaquanda gradually relinquished her grip on Lisa’s hand,
allowing Lisa to assume most of the work.

Lisa discovered that Shaquanda had let go of her hand, so she
slowed down, redirecting the shaft slightly so Shaquanda wouldn’t
notice, and minimized the stimulation to herself.  She didn’t
want to do these perverted things even if they felt good
physically.

But Shaquanda paid very close attention.  Having played with
Lisa’s pussy so much, she knew exactly what aroused her most.
“No, no, like dis,” she instructed, manually correcting Lisa’s
hands to resume proper angle and cadence. “Oooooh, yeah, dat
feels better, huh?”

Lisa began writhing from an intense orgasm.

Shaquanda stood back, “Dat’s a good girl.  Make yurself cum for
me. Oooooh, yeah, uh-huh, dat feels so good. Isn’t that nice?”

It was like being trapped in an opposite Universe where only
physical pleasure mattered.  Things Lisa considered awful –
Shaquanda called nice; wicked like masturbating for another woman
– Shaquanda praised as good. Lisa resisted, but gradually began
accepting the warped reality.


********************************

Shaquanda answered 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
stated in a monotone voice showing Shaquanda a picture of Lisa.
He looked 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 was 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 said.

“Did she come inside?” Detective Jones asked.

“No,” Shaquanda replied. Having nothing to hide Shaquanda invited
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 found 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 assumed belonged
to Shaquanda even though far too small to fit her. He didn’t
realize they belonged to Lisa.  As he prepared to exit the room,
he noticed a cloth bag sitting on the floor by the door.  He
briefly peaked inside the sac and observed the huge dildo and
sensual lubricant Shaquanda had been using on Lisa for several
weeks over Reggie’s.  Lisa’s DNA was all over the toy.  If he
examined it closer, he would have found a couple of her Caucasian
pubic hairs as well.

“I guess she likes them big,” Detective Jones thought to himself
about Shaquanda; briefly letting loose a quiet chuckle and then
dismissing the vital clues as irrelevant and Shaquanda as an
uninvolved party.

“I hope ya find the girl,” Shaquanda commented, 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, saw 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 recalled seeing Lisa or her Acura.  Lisa
simply disappeared without any leads. Detective Jones had seen it
all before though, and had 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 lost track of how much time passed in the dilapidated
apartment. She remained 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 missed 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 cleared, she pondered the
horrible, disgusting things she was doing with Reggie and
Shaquanda.  She missed Doug and wept, remembering their weekend
bike rides together before he joined the Army.  Didn’t he notice
her letters stopped and realize she was gone?  Why didn’t anyone
come looking for her yet?

***************

With Reggie frequently away on business, Shaquanda spent a lot of
time cultivating bisexuality in Lisa.  Lisa laid in bed on her
back and allowed 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 asked 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
exclaimed, interrupted in mid sentence.

Shaquanda inserted the dildo in Lisa and began fucking her with
it. It had been well over a month since Shaquanda and Reggie
abducted her.  Lisa grew more accustomed to the drugs and
sexually partnering with them.  Shaquanda in particular spent may
hours intimately touching Lisa, causing her to lose most of her
revulsion toward lesbianism.

“No one’s even noticed ya gone, Baby. Ya family don’t care about
ya anymore.  No one is looking for ya,” Shaquanda lied without
breaking the cadence of the dildo. She culled Lisa’s clitoris and
began 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 gasped.

“Oh, dat feels good there, huh?” Shaquanda said, rubbing Lisa’s
clit while sliding the dildo over her g-spot.

“Uh-huh, oooooh,” Lisa replied.  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 said.

Lisa knew it was sick, but she was already catching whatever
disease made Shaquanda so perverted, and with a hint of
hesitation opened her lips for their tongues to meet.

“Mmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmm, Lisa moaned from their kiss. Her arms
awkwardly embraced Shaquanda for the first time, passionately
holding another woman – naked flesh against naked flesh.

Shaquanda returned 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 spoke.

“Oh, uh-huh, that feels nice, ooooh yeah. You make my pussy feel
so good.  I’m going to cum for you,” Lisa responded with the
words Shaquanda had been putting in her brain for well over a
month.


*********************

She woke in Reggie’s arms.  It was still night, but she could
make out shadows forming absurd patterns in the blackness.  His
long, thick cock pressed against her thigh as he slept. He was
back from his trip and they already fucked like rabbits earlier
that evening yet he was hard again. Lisa couldn’t believe
Reggie’s incredible stamina and recovery time. Nor could she help
comparing how sex with this black man lasted so much longer and
occurred far more often than with Doug.

This was 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, drifted closer to distant memory.

“Get’s on yur side,” Reggie said.  He woke up and wanted to fuck
again.

Reggie didn’t need to ask Lisa twice.  She knew what he wanted
and learned after the first days with him that when she didn’t
give it, he would give her more drugs and take her by force
anyway.  Lisa rolled on her side.

Reggie’s hand reached under her left knee bringing her leg upward
and over him – into position for entry from the side.  Lisa
reached down and gently aimed 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
Lisa.

“Oh, oooh, uh-huh, ooooooh,” Lisa moaned.  He made her experience
sex naturally without anything separating his penis from her.
Lisa grew fonder of actually feeling him and not a latex
membrane.  But during moments of lucidity from her otherwise drug
altered reality she realized she was in hell and hated her empty
life filled with carnal pleasure.

“I is gonna cum in ya, Baby,” Reggie said.

“Oh, oh, naaaaah, okay, uh-huh, I’m cumming too,” Lisa replied in
cadence with Reggie’s thrusts and the squeaky springs in their
bed.

Lisa didn’t protest.  When he wanted to, he filled her pussy
anyway no matter how she begged or cried.

The familiar flood of Reggie’s warm fluid flowed into her; his
thrusts slowed.  He filled her with baby-making spunk again.

“Oh, I came,” Lisa mumbled.  Reggie’s flaccid cock remained in
her after releasing its load. Just before falling back to sleep
with it still inside her, Lisa amazingly noted how even
completely soft, Reggie’s penis was much larger than Doug’s fully
erect.

**********************

Sunlight leaked through cracks in the tightly drawn blinds and
woke Lisa. Reggie’s arm hung across her chest, his hand holding
her breast.  He hadn’t given her any drugs since yesterday, which
enabled Lisa to think more clearly than she had in a long time.
Lisa knew Reggie would have his usual morning erection when he
woke and relieve it in her. This day would be like all the others
and the morning fuck would only be the beginning.  If sex had
calories, Reggie and Shaquanda would weigh 900 pounds each.  But
if she could somehow get out of the bed without waking him, she
could escape from this horrible nightmare.

Lisa slowly lifted Reggie’s hand from her breast and placed it on
his pillow.  Now to get out of the bed without making it shake or
the springs squeak – she managed to do it and didn’t wake him.

Lisa looked around the living room for something to wear, but
there was nothing. She didn’t want to risk going back into the
bedroom and using the sheet from the bed to cover herself,
possibly waking Reggie.

She desperately longed to see her husband again, have children
with him one day – get her life back. Reggie and Shaquanda took
everything from her, replacing her future with chemical illusions
of happiness and the empty ecstasies of sex without love.

Lisa gathered her courage; she would do this naked if necessary.
She tried opening the door – made of dark, solid oak badly
needing varnish – but it was dead bolted. She went to the window
only to discover it fastened shut with rusty burglar bars over
its dusty, cracked glass.

They appeared 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 didn’t
recognize their location and the alley looked deserted.  This was
the first time in weeks Lisa glimpsed outside and the daylight
hurt her eyes.

She closed the blinds releasing specks into the air. Lisa had to
find the key to the deadbolt.  But she started feeling really
awful, like she was coming down with the flu or something worse.
She went to the kitchen and looked in a few draws.  A spoon and
syringe lay on a badly stained countertop beside an old gas
stove.  Lisa didn’t know what was wrong with her, but she
couldn’t continue.

Reggie opened his eyes and jumped from bed.  Lisa was gone, her
spot cold!  He faced serious jail time if she found the key and
went to the police. He ran into the living room and breathed a
sigh of relief finding his prize rocking on the couch.

“I don’t feel well, Reggie,” Lisa whined, rubbing her knees.  “My
body aches all over, I’m cold, and my stomach hurts. What’s wrong
with me?”

Reggie knew exactly what was ailing her.  The drugs he gave some
of his girls to keep them from straying really fucked them up and
he was glad he never used any himself.  This close call proved
why he needed to get some girls hooked.

“Ya needs to remind me to give ya yur medicine, Baby,” Reggie
said with a sickening smile.  He went into the kitchen and
returned a short while later with the rubber tourniquet and
syringe.

“Here ya go, Baby,” Reggie said handing Lisa the needle.  “Let me
help ya get this on,” he added, tying the rubber hose tightly
around Lisa’s bicep.

“Can you do it for me this time?” Lisa asked.

Lisa watched Reggie put the contents of the hypodermic needle in
her vein, each injection draining some of her aspirations and
life in exchange. He gave her an extra dose this time because of
the scare. When he released her tourniquet, Lisa closed her eyes
and whispered, “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 stared at Reggie’s big, hard cock a moment until he
brought her to her feet.  She never saw a black one until his and
wondered if all black men were similarly endowed. She held
Reggie’s arm to avoid falling as he escorted her to bed.


When Shaquanda let herself in later that day, a symphony of
squeaky bedsprings and Lisa’s erotic grunts penetrated the
bedroom walls and filled 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 knew when their landlord had a new “girlfriend” by
overhearing passionate female cries when he made them cum.  Lisa
wasn’t the first girl Reggie kept here, but her groans were among
the most entertaining.

“He’s at it again with her,” Shaquanda chuckled to herself.
Almost every time she came over lately, Reggie was either
drilling Lisa’s pussy for oil, or making her swallow his own
gushers. He had an insatiable appetite for taking innocent white
girls, and so did 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 heard Lisa yell.

They were moaning into each other’s mouths French kissing when
Shaquanda entered their room.  Lisa’s legs locked around Reggie’s
ass.  Her fingers dug into his back.  Shaquanda imagined this
naïve girl never dreamed of being fucked so much.  The drugs
Reggie kept her on probably really spiced things up for her too.


Their moans grew loader, their thrusts faster and harder.
Shaquanda watched the way Lisa’s pussy appeared to suck on
Reggie’s dark cock, like it did with the dildo she used on her.
Its lips tightly stretched around his shaft, mirroring Reggie’s
movements and flashing a rim of pink around his black rod each
time they backed away from each other. Lisa’s clear pussy juice
coating Reggie’s cock turned white as his cum mixed with her own
natural lubricant. Their motions slowed and their kiss ended.

“Oh, Reggie,” Lisa exclaimed.

Lisa peaked over Reggie’s shoulder and saw Shaquanda watching
them. Reggie pulled out and got off the bed.

Lisa was 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 lost almost all self-consciousness about
her body and felt little inhibition in front of them anymore.

The only interaction Lisa received was with Shaquanda or Reggie.
The drugs weakened her emotionally.  Lisa, like all humans,
needed contact with others even if that meant sexually with her
captors.

“Hi Shaquanda, do you want to make love with me?” Lisa asked,
knowing full well whenever Shaquanda came over, it was 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 was 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 asked stroking the
hood of Lisa’s clitoris back exposing its glans.

“Oh, oh, oooooooh, yeah, you make my pussy feel so good,” Lisa
responded, reciprocating by sticking her tongue in Shaquanda’s
snatch.

“Oh, yeah, ya like the way pussy tastes,” Shaquanda meweled.

Forced repitition formed sexual preferences, behaviors – habits
in Lisa that she previously considered abhorrent. Lisa reached up
around Shaquanda’s buttocks to separate her thighs further.  Lisa
started finding pussy particularly piquant; it grew on her.
“Uh-huh, uh-huh, aah,” Lisa moaned. Shaquanda knew just how to
touch Lisa and made her cum on a dime.

**************************

Lisa’s face left the news cycle.  The police had no leads.  World
events continued and she joined the growing number of missing
souls.  Gradually, the people close to Lisa accepted her loss and
went on with their lives.

Doug took Lisa’s loss hard.  He counted his young, beautiful
wife, in the prime of life, as a likely murder victim of some
unknown psychopath.  He cried 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 used his funeral leave to mourn his loss of Lisa, and then
returned to Afghanistan.  A young, widowed serviceman, he soon
met another girl and thought less about Lisa. He eventually
became an officer in the Army, remarried, and had kids with his
new wife.

But every once in a while Doug revisited 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 erased the Lisa Doug remembered. Doug’s new
wife assumed the life Lisa started with him, while Lisa became 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 shared
with girlfriends and sometimes his male buddies too.

**********************************

Several years after Lisa’s disappearance, Reggie threw a party
for his friends and the drug dealers working for him at one of
the strip clubs he owned.  It was one of the rare occasions when
Lisa got to leave the apartment.  Unlike his other girls, Reggie
didn’t share Lisa with men very often.  But tonight was special.

Lisa wore a pink thong under a tight, black leather mini skirt
and matching leather halter top that left her cute belly button
and flat abdomen visible. Reggie brought Lisa to his private
suite in back of the club, where he introduced 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 sucked Ray’s cock.  The
walls shook from music strippers pole danced to outside.  He
wasn’t as large as Reggie, but his black cock was still a
significant piece of meat to slurp.  Her thin fingers barely
wrapped Ray’s shaft, gently jerking it while rolling his heavy
testicles with her other hand. Reggie lifted her mini-skirt,
pulled her thong to the side, and pushed his cock into her ass.


“Mmmmmph, mmmmmmph, mmmmmmph,” Lisa groaned with her mouth full
of cock each time Reggie thrust.  She ended up on top of a 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 screamed.  The double fuck made her cum like crazy.

It was on the way back to Reggie’s apartment that evening when
Lisa saw Doug for the last time.  She bounced on Reggie’s lap in
her miniskirt riding her pussy on his cock when their limo
stopped at a traffic light.  Through the tinted windows she spied
Doug leaving the movie theater.

Having received transfer orders to another state, Doug was on
leave.

For a second Lisa felt a ray of hope.  She rose up about to
dismount Reggie and jump from the vehicle when Doug wrapped his
arm around a cute girl beside him.  The girl wore a wedding band
and held a baby resembling Doug.

Lisa slid down Reggie’s cock again, turned away from the sight of
her husband with his new wife, and resumed her coital rhythm
without Reggie noticing the interruption.

Lisa needed a fix.  Her arms reached around the back of Reggie’s
neck and she hugged him tightly.  The light turned green and Lisa
watched Doug and his wife get smaller in the distance from over
Reggie’s shoulder as the limo sped away.

Lisa had long forgotten what Shaquanda flippantly told her years
ago. But Shaquanda’s prophecy rang true nonetheless: if God
existed, 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 was no hope for her or any of Reggie’s
girls once they drank from His cup of perversions and experienced
the ecstasies it contained.

Finis


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