Message-ID: <20851eli$9903300214@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year99/20851.txt> From: auryman@aol.com (AuryMan) Subject: Slave Trade - 13/13 (M+F, nc, inter, preg) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Authentication-Warning: backdraft.philabs.research.philips.com: smap set sender to <auryman@aol.com> using -f Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <19990328233614.04614.00001760@ng-fr1.aol.com> SLAVE TRADE - part 13 WARNING: This story contains strong sexual themes. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS ONLY, and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone similar behavior. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental. All names are fictitious. The acts described herein are illegal, and are not condoned by the author. This work is to be read by PERSONS 21 OR OLDER ONLY where such topics are not against the law. If unusual sexual behavior offends you, please STOP reading here (Note: this story was inspired by the short post from Mr. Jones titled "Black Man's Cum Dump.") ---- In the blackness of the small room, Sue lay with her eyes open. She stared off into space, unable to tell whether the ceiling was one or one hundred feet above her head. She felt Len sleeping beside her. He'd slept with her each of the three nights since Oscar had consigned her to the room. She turned her head from side to side. The leather mask Oscar made her wear was still uncomfortable, she didn't think she'd ever adjust. "Hey!" she heard a voice call from outside the door. There was some scuffling and she heard several pairs of feet running down the hallway. Then, someone must have fallen against a wall because there was a loud THUD. Someone started laughing, and there were more sounds of bodies pressed against the wall. Someone knocked loud on the door of her room. "Little pussy-ho! We know you're in there!" There was more laughter and the sound of keys rattling. "Little cum dump! Little little pussy..." Another voice called out, laughing. She knew there was a group of drunk friends of Oscars outside, they knew about her and were trying to get into the room. Had he given them they key? "I hear she let you fuck her, then when you ready to go, you can whip yo cock into her mouth and she'll drink it all..." "Like a soda straw!" They all started laughing and she heard someone fall onto the floor. "What's that?" Len whispered, waking slowly. "More friends," she said through the mask. Len slid to the foot of the bed, felt around for the door latch. Then, he slid back beside her. "Fuck it. If they can't get the key into the keyhole, they can stay outside until they pass out!" He pulled her close, ran his hands over her backside. "What are you thinking?" he whispered. "Nothing," she said. "You're lying. You're dreaming about all those big, stiff, black cocks out in the hallway, aren't you?" He moved closer, caressed her ass as he whispered in her ear. "You're wondering how many of them here are. You're wondering if they're going to make you cum..." He slid his hand along her thighs, pressed them wide open. She pulled her feet up closer to her hips, spreading her knees. He unbuckled the mask and pulled it off of her head. "You'd love to line them, up, wouldn't you? From the biggest to the smallest... would you start with the biggest, fattest cock or the littlest one?" She closed her eyes, reached for his cock. "I want the big one first. The biggest one, to rip me open..." He leaned forward, licked her nipples. His hand was between her legs, fingers spreading her cunt lips and sliding up inside of her. She was soaking wet already. "And wouldn't you love one of their cocks in your mouth?" He asked, raising his arm. He balled his fist and let her lick his wrist, forearm, knuckles. "Don't you wish it was this big?" She opened her mouth wide, tried to take his entire fist between her lips. They heard a click and the door swung open. There were seven men standing in the corridor in various stages of undress. Two were holding brown bags with bottles in them. "Whew! Looka that bitch!" "Yeah! Yeah! She sure looks like somethin I'd like to load up with jism..." "She takes it too. Just a dump for cum - a kinda jar for us to fill up!" "To the brim, Jim!" Len reached down and pressed her thighs flat to the bed. "Who's first?" he asked them. One of the men whose pants were already unzipped lunged and fell between her legs. His cock was stiff and he rammed it into her without pausing. Len leaned her face towards him and kissed her as the other man pumped and grunted. He wasn't interested in anything but getting off and Len tried to keep Sue worked up. She reached around and grabbed the man's ass, pulling him close and hard inside of her. The others stepped into the room and pulled the door closed behind them. One flicked on the dim red bulb. The others climbed onto the bed - the room was too small to stand in. Someone leaned over her face, shoved his cock into her mouth. Eagerly, she sucked it, feeling with pleasure how wide she had to open her mouth. It didn't take long for him to start unloading into her. She swallowed, feeling the thick mucus-like liquid along her tongue, the top of her mouth, down her throat. "Hey!" Everyone looked up. There was a tall figure standing in the doorway. He had piercing eyes and a serious look on his face. He wore a white shirt and black pants and made a dramatic figure. "Yo, El! What'z up?" one of the men asked. "All drunk. All drunk and whoring. Get out of here," he said. They sheepishly bowed their heads and left the room, all avoiding eye contact with the man they'd called "El." When everyone was gone, he threw the door open. The light from the hallway beamed in and lit up the bed. "So. You're the white woman who's been breeding with Oscar?" She pulled her knees up in front of her, covering her cunt and breasts with her arms. "What do you know about that?" "I know that there is a man who is very unhappy about it. I know that Oscar won't be seen around here for a long, long time. He may never be back. I know that you are pregnant with another of his half-breed children. I know that you are in trouble." As he spoke, he sat down on the end of the bed. Len thought he recognized him, had seen him in the bar from time to time in the past. "You are her husband?" "Yeah." The man reached down and rested his hand on Sue's leg. "Something is wrong with you then. I am a Muslim, we do not treat our women like this." He looked up at Len. "What is wrong with you?" Len shook his head. "Nothing is wrong with me, asshole! We are just playing!" El moved his hand to her ankle, produced a key from somewhere and unlocked her chains. "Oscar is not going to be able to sell this baby. And you cannot raise it, you cannot even pay your own rent. What will you do?" Len's face tensed up. He was angry - who was this person to tell them what to do? Sue leaned forward. "Are you going to fuck me now?" He reached for her face, pressed his hand against her left cheek. "No. I am here to ask you if you want to be released. To go back to living a normal life." She looked at him. There was something in his eyes that she didn't recognize. A tenderness of some sort. "I will pay your bills for one year if you choose to leave this life, but you must swear you are finished with ruining these men." "I don't understand." "I want you to swear you will never make yourself available to another of my brothers. If you choose to be unfaithful, be unfaithful with men of your own race." Tears welled in Sue's eyes. His words were having an effect she didn't understand. "I want you to stop this completely. I want you and your husband to swear devotion to each other." She leaned forward, pressed her head against his chest and started crying. Len slumped forward, put his head in his hands, and began to weep. El escorted them out of the room and into an office. He pointed out new clothes for them as well as a suitcase with several thousands of dollars in it. "You are free but you must leave immediately. I do not have a very large window during which I can make these kinds of decisions. You must choose and you must choose once and for all. What will it be?" Sue reached for the slacks and sweater and started to dress herself. Len pulled off his ragged jeans and shirt and put on the clothes hanging there behind the door. Len shook El's hand and reached for the suitcase. "There will be another three thousand dollars mailed to you each month for the next year. After that, you are on your own. Do what you will, but we insist you never consort with another of my race again. That is not a request. Your very lives depend on it." Len and Sue left the bar by the back door. There was a five-year old car waiting for them. It was old, but it was clean. It ended up lasting them eight more years before it had to be retired due to a bad engine. ----- SLAVE TRADE - end of the story -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>