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 It was 9:30 on a warm and humid Miami evening.  Serena parked her Kia in a
reserved spot across the street from a four- story building in the South
Beach area.  She headed across the street to the building.

   On the first floor of the lovely art deco building was a gay and lesbian
club.  The second floor had offices and rooms for the club.  The third
floor had four radio studios and offices for an Internet radio station. 
The fourth floor was the home of the building owner.  Serena greeted the
host of the club, smiled and waved to the bartender, and entered the
private elevator.  She rode it to the third floor.

   The station was hooked up with three adult web sites that had videos,
chat, and online cams.  Anyone could listen to the music for free. 
However, the female DJ's at the station worked nude, and also included a
little sex play as part of their show.  One had to be a paying member of on
of the web sites to watch the girls as they played music.

   Serena waved to Ken, who was playing music in Studio 1.  Serena went to
Studio 3.  She rebooted the two computers and began to strip.  The minute
she entered the studio, Ken's engineer, who would also work Serena's show,
turned on the cams.  Serena removed her clothes and put them on a table
just outside of the studio door.

   Any paying member logged into the adult website would see a stunning
nude blonde, her long hair pulled into a ponytail at the top of her head,
logging into the station website.  She began to line up her songs in the
queue.  Ken was busy chatting away.  The listener's speakers were hearing
Ken, but their eyes were glued to nude Serena.

   Serena activated her microphone and began some banter with Ken.  Ken
always remarked on her boobs.  She put her headphones on and continued to
work the computer on her left-hand side.  That computer would access the
music database and play the tunes.  The other computer was for chat and
handling requests.  As she worked, the hand of a black man entered the
picture and smacked her bottom a few times.  Serena jumped.  It was going
to be a fun night.

   Ken logged out and Serena took over the stream.  She started the music
playing, queued up some requests, giggled at the black man feeling her ass.
She asked him where her stool was, and he said that it was on its way.  It
would be a bit unfair to make her stand for her four-hour shift.

   Five songs played their way through and then Serena hit pause.  Online
viewers saw the girl bend over and lean on the counter.  A pair of black
hands entered the picture and began to lube her anus.  A finger was pushed
into it, and Serena squealed.  Then a small remote controlled egg was
pushed into it.  Someone off camera pushed a remote, and Serena wiggled and
laughed.  Then she played a few more songs.

   When the songs ended, Serena got her stool.  The stool was modified so
that it could be fitted with a vibe.  A seven-inch, purple gel g-spot vibe
was placed on the stool.  It was remotely controlled.  Serena would sit on
it for the duration of her radio show.  Someone off camera would work both
remotes, making sure that Serena was aroused and tormented for her entire
four-hour shift.

   Serena settled down on the stool.  She answered IM's and handled
requests.  Roughly two hours into her set, she stood up.  A pair of black
hands attached nipple clamps connected by a gold chain.  They were
tightened almost to the limit, making Serena wince.  The first two hours
she had to deal with the vibes being turned on and off at all times.  For
the remainder of her show, she would have to contend not only with the two
vibes, but an occasional chain tug by an unseen black man.

   As the show came to a close and Serena was turning over to the next DJ,
who happened to be a guy, she was jolted mercilessly by the vibes.  She was
a mess when the show ended.  As she got up from the stool, the camera did a
close-up of the vibe.  It was a mess.  Serena pushed the stool out of the
studio and detached the vibe.  A rather large and muscular black man
removed the egg from her anus and then smacked her butt.  She giggled and
took the two items to the washroom, where she cleaned them.  She returned
to the main lounge and placed them in their case.  The large black man
kissed her, and then led her off to his office by tugging on the chain
connecting the nipple clamps.

   Once in the office, the African-American had Serena get on all fours on
a coffee table.  He warmed up her backside with a small strap.  The he had
her stand and lean on his desk.  He made her dance for roughly thirty
minutes with a domestic cane.  When he was finished, he had her stand in
the center of the office with her hands on her head.  He examined her
bottom and was satisfied with his work.  It was a lovely shade of pink with
just a few stripes.  He rubbed some balm on Serena's backside and watched
her dance from the burn for a few seconds.  Then he headed out to the
lounge to get a beer before returning.

   When he returned, the girl was still dancing a bit.  He had Serena drop
to her knees, and he dropped his pants and boxers.  Serena began to fondle
his penis until it was hard, and then began teasing it with her mouth.  She
licked and teased it, using her tongue and teeth liberally.  She also
played with his balls.  When the man was satisfied, he had her get on all
fours and he took her doggy style.  Serena climaxed the minute he entered
her.

   The black man was not quite a black man.  He was, indeed, a very, very
dark color.  His penis was extraordinarily large.  But his face had
Caucasian features.  And his face always seemed to be wearing an evil
sneer. His eyes were also red.  He fucked Serena roughly, making her climax
a second time.  He kept his penis inside of the girl, pumping hard, for
thirty-five minutes.  When he climaxed, Serena felt as if a quart of
ice-cold semen had entered her.  The second he finished climaxing; he
withdrew his penis and had Serena clean it with her mouth and tongue.  He
guided her to her feet using the chain, which made her wince.  Then he
smiled and removed the clamps.

   "Tell me, Serena," asked the black man, smiling, "how long have you been
with me?"

   "Since age fourteen, Master," replied the girl.

   "And you have been one of the best, my Dear," he replied.  "Do you like
looking like a nineteen-year old?  And do you wish to keep these looks for
a few more years?"

   "Oh, yes, Master!" Serena answered, her eyes wet with passion.  "I do
enjoy it!"

   "Then, my Dear," continued the man, "you will use the gifts I have given
you to corrupt Karen and Sam when they come to visit.  Understood?"

   The stunning blonde nodded and smiled.  She had a funny feeling that
corrupting Sam and Karen would not be difficult at all.