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Story title : Randy Ballard's Domination
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Randy Ballard's Domination
by Arc Light (cgstories@aol.com)
***
Randy Ballard is the Vice Lord of the BLACK GANGSTER
ELITES. However, he is currently serving a thirty-year
sentence for first-degree murder, at the Jacksonville
(IL) Correctional Center for Men. For all practical
purposes, he controls the prison and all the inhabitants
within the cold gray walls.
Of the inmate population, nearly three fourths are under
his direct and brutal control. The remaining twenty five
per cent of the white boy prisoners are so fearful of his
harsh and brutal commands, that they make every effort to
avoid all contacts with the BGE'S.
The other people in the prison consist of the guards, who
are even more intimidated. They have never questioned the
authority of Randy and the BGE's, since the first day he
arrived. The first day found nine of the three hundred
guards admitted to the hospital with serious wounds.
Since that day of wrath, the warden and the guards have
effectively turned day to day control over to Randy and
his fellow black thugs.
Randy is constantly surrounded by six of the most cruel
and unmerciful members of his gang. On the first day of
April, he is in the weight yard strengthening his already
over powering massive body. At six foot six inches, he is
a tower of pure and unrelenting muscle. Very seldom did
he have to exert direct control, as he allowed his inner
guard to inflict whatever punishment needed to be meted
out.
As he finished his work out routine, he was leisurely
observing the parking lot. As the most beautiful creature
that god ever created sensuously slides up the long
walkway to the main gate. As she entered, virtually every
male eye in the compound observed the perfect beauty. Her
high chiseled cheeks were framed by shoulder length
blonde hair. Her deep blue eyes rested on each side of a
perfect nose. Her sensuous mouth hid perfect white teeth.
Her face was the face that demanded to be on the cover of
every magazine in the country. The perfect body of the
young woman should have been the sole entry in every
man's magazine for six months. Her most striking feature
was that of her long and perfect legs. The gathered
throng could only guess the pleasures below the stylishly
cut short sundress.
When "Missy" reached the guard shack, her husband of only
six months rushed out to retrieve his lunch sack, before
every inmate in this cruel place shot off in there prison
work pants. Pecking his beautiful wife on the cheek, he
could only gaze as she scampered back down the long walk
way. The obscene catcalls from the gathered human debris
followed the young girl back to her car. Although she was
upset and angered by the animal like behavior, she
extracted a small degree of revenge as she slowly slid
behind the wheel of her sleek Camaro. Since the car was
parked perpendicular to the chain length fence, she
allowed her short dress to ride up her long and graceful
legs. Once seated on the bucket seat, she pulled up the
short dress even more and let her lips form a mocking
smile as she slowly closed the door and sped off leaving
gravel flying behind the back tires.
As Randy turned to his cronies, he muttered "That little
white bitch'll be in the stable by this time next week."
He then ordered the inner circle of thugs to obtain the
name and travel pattern of the white boy husband, a
junior guard named John Jones. Within the hour, Randy was
reviewing the guard pattern of the unsuspecting young
husband. Within the second hour, the unfortunate guard
was on his knees, in front of Randy, fearing for his
life. The inner circle of guards had captured the young
man on his routine pattern directly outside the shower
area by the gym. It took only two of them, to bring him
to his knees with several brutal punches. Once on the
ground, one guard produced a jagged homemade knife, which
he put directly against his neck. The other black thug
grabbed his dark mane of hair, so that he could look
directly up into the unforgiving eyes of Randy Ballard,
his new master and mentor.
"Well, you little piece of shit. I can't think of any
reason that you should remain among the living, can you?"
questioned Randy.
"Oh God Please. Don't kill me, please don't kill me,"
begged the unfortunate John.
Upon a nod from Randy, the huge black with the jagged
knife started inserting the blade into the soft neck
flesh.
"Please, please don't kill me. I'll do anything to stay
alive, but please don't kill me," pleaded the now
bleeding white guard.
Mocking the pleading guard, Randy scratches his chin.
"Well, well white boy. I wonder what you have that would
interest me?" Smiling at his gathered ensemble, he
continues, "Maybe that little piece of white trash that
you are married to, would want to save your miserable
life. What do you think white boy?"
With the jagged knife continuing to cause his skin to
rupture and bleed, John quickly made the decision to save
his own miserable live at the expected expense of his
beautiful wife.
"I'll let my wife be with you, but please, for god's sake
don't kill me," continued the begging prison guard.
While the black master was considering the possibilities,
his assembled inner guard had unbuckled his belt and
pulled his prison uniform pants down to his knees. The
most vicious of the enforcers had firmly grabbed the
testicles and man weapon in his huge black hand and
produced another homemade jagged edge knife, which he
placed against the shriveled white boy cock.
"Tomorrow the do-gooder ladies of the prison guard
auxiliary group is due to save us poor misguided
creatures. I expect your little white tramp to be among
that group, you dig asshole?" ordered the Vice Lord.
As the jagged blade punctured his flaccid white cock, the
guard would agree to anything. "Oh god please. I will do
anything you say. Missy will be here. I will bring her to
you but I beg you don't let them cut me any more!"
whimpered the white boy guard.
Looking down at the cowering white boy guard, Randy
decided to add another ingredient of domination. "When
your white tramp comes to get bred by a black master, she
best look like the whore she is. I want the bitch to be
wearing black leather mini skirt, garter and hose, and
knee high boots. She best not be wearing any panties or
bra, they will just get in the way when I breed her with
my black cock," smirks the Vice Lord.
As his eyes teared, John agreed to the humiliating
conditions.
To prove once again who the master is, Randy nodded and
the two knife tenders made their point once again. The
knife at the throat slashed a half moon three inch slit
in the left cheek of the guard, while the razor sharp
homemade knife menacing his cock, made a surgical slash
along the side of his shriveled cock. The slash went from
the base to the head of his precious manhood. Although
the wound was not deep, it was excruciatingly painful.
What John did not know was that both of the jagged blades
were treated with human excrement, which would cause both
wounds to be infected within hours. Before leaving the
bleeding guard, he was treated to a savage kick from
behind, which drove his nut sack into his body. As he lay
writhing on the hard concrete floor, his tormentors
walked arrogantly away.
Unable to face his fellow guards, who would mock him for
being so careless in allowing himself to be caught and
tortured by the inmates, he carefully wrapped his now
bleeding and swollen manhood in his handkerchief. Wiping
the blood from the incision in his cheek, he quickly
found a bandage from a nearby first aid kit. The balance
of his shift was spent in a daze. Only when he was on his
way home to be with his precious Missy, did he
contemplate how he was going to break the dreaded news to
his beautiful wife.
When he walked into their new home, his wife was shocked
at the vicious looking slash, which by now was dreadfully
infected. After trying to clean the visible wound, she
nearly fainted when her beloved John told her the second
part of his misery. Devastated, Missy tried to come up
with a saving solution. She suggested that they flee the
city and reestablish their life thousands of miles away.
When her husband explained the reach of the national
gang, she desperately told her husband to turn the
chieftain over to the warden. Laughing, he told his
frightened wife that neither of them would live out the
day, if he tried to take "legal" action against the gang
overlord.
Despondent over her anticipated rape, Missy fell into a
fitful slumber. Awakening the next morning, she resolved
that she would have to comply with her husband's
pleading. At the fitful moment, when she was slipping
into the whorish looking attire, she finally lost her
remaining shreds of respect for her sobbing husband.
As she slipped the white silk blouse on, she could feel
her pert nipples thrust against the tight material.
Looking in the mirror, she became embarrassed at her
sluttish appearance. The black leather mini skirt was
extremely short and extremely tight. It molded against
her perfect body. The young housewife felt naked without
her lace panties and bra. At the last minute, she slipped
on a pair of sheer white lace panties. Although, it was
against the expressed wishes of the gang overlord, Missy
felt she needed at least a shred of decency, if she was
to enter, the debauchery that her husband had landed her
in.
As they drove up to the drive way, in front of the main
gate, he could feel the stares of not only the inmates,
but also of his fellow guards. As the two entered the
compound, John could see the astounded stare of the
warden, as he meekly explained that his wife was joining
the prison guard women's auxiliary. He hurriedly escorted
his wife to the main set of classrooms.
He had been instructed to present his wife to Randy
Ballard, Vice Lord of the BGE'S at Classroom D. Unknown
to him and the other prison staff, Classroom D had been
specially modified to accommodate the carnal needs of the
BGE'S. The four monitoring cameras had their lens removed
and replaced by a sophisticated laser photograph of the
room at the four different camera angles. When the bleary
eyed monitoring guards viewed the room, all they could
see was a vacant classroom.
The room was a very distinct classroom, but not one where
standard classes were taught. The classroom was modified
to accommodate the initiation of the white wives of the
prison guards and staff. In the closet, was the latest
tattoo and piercing equipment. In addition, every
available bondage device was hanging from the over
flowing closet. Several dirty cum coated mattresses were
lying along the side of the room and there was a solitary
chair directly in the center of the room.
When John and his young wife Missy reached Classroom D,
he meekly tapped on the door. Randy heard the meek
tapping, but decided to make the young white wife wait to
be serviced, serviced like a mare waiting for her
stallion to mount her.
John continued his meek tapping, increasing the tempo and
loudness, while anxiously looking around for any of his
fellow guards.
Finally, the huge black appeared at the door and filled
the over sized doorframe with his massive body. He was
bare-chested and his muscled hairy black chest bristled
with his massive pectorals. He was wearing only a small
pair of gray cotton gym shorts. His muscled stomach is
tight and seems to point towards his large unrestricted
black manhood. He wore no shoes and much to the chagrin
of his frightened quarry, he wore no supporter under the
skimpy shorts. His massive nine-inch black cock was
already thrusting against the thin material.
Missy's bright blue eyes fell to the thrusting bulge,
which appeared to the petite girl like a mammoth log. She
was nearly in shock at the huge black cock thrusting
against the cotton shorts.
John, terribly apprehensive now that the time had come,
meekly introduced his lovely wife, "Mr. Ballard, this is
my wife, Missy."
Missy, terribly conscious of her attire, submissively
held out her small hand. Expecting the black giant to
shake her hand, she held her hand outward while Randy
Ballard mockingly stared at the yuppie couple. Amused, he
merely stared at the frightened young housewife.
After a seemingly eternity, Missy let her handball to her
side, while her bright blue eyes dropped to the floor.
"So this is the piece of white trash you brought me to
fuck," questioned Randy.
Shocked at the brutal statement, John merely nods.
Wanting to further humiliate the prison guard, Randy
arrogantly reaches out and fondles Missy's breast, in
front of her tremblingly husband. Missy, her eyes still
downcast, stood quietly while the huge black giant
continued his stroking of the tender breast meat.
"Have you ever had a real man, you little bitch?" asks
Randy, his fingers pinching the hardening nipples.
"I've only been with my husband," sobs Missy.
Randy couldn't tell if the sob indicated submission to
him or disdain for her nervous white boy husband.
"Yes, I think that I'm going to like sticking my black
cock up your tight white cunt. Once you have been
privileged with black cock you won't go back to that wimp
ass piece of shit you're married to," continued Randy.
John could only meekly stand near the door and look at
his shoes. The twitching of his infected cock, hurt
tremendously as it tried to harden, as his beautiful
young wife was fondled and humiliated in front of him.
Brutally pinching her nipples, Randy gives his first
order; "Suck my toes you piece of white trash!"
Missy, trembling at the fondling and at the fear over
taking her young body. Fear of discovery by another
guard, fear of her growing excitement, fear of the huge
black manipulating her arousal by his forceful fingers.
Seeing no options, the beautiful Missy drops to her knees
and lets her tongue slip out of her red coated lips. She
touches the toes with her petite tongue. The total
humiliation is causing her white lace panties to become
soaked. The arousal at her total submission is causing
all sorts of wondrous feeling throughout her tight body.
After what seems an eternity to John, Randy Ballard
finally speaks, "I best be taking your wife inside now,
for her first real fucking. I plan to warm up this little
frigid bitch of a wife that you have given me. After
today, she will be put in my stable of bitches on the
outside to whore for me and the BGE'S. You won't be
minding if your precious little wife starts whoring for
me, will you white boy?"
John, stuttering tried to say something. But nothing came
out.
Randy slaps the white boy guard across the lips and asks
the question again, "You don't care if I turn your little
tramp of a wife out to walk the streets for me do you
white boy?"
Trembling, with tears running down his cheeks meekly
sobs, "No."
Randy, looking down at the cowering wife at his feet,
gives his next order, "You best be getting in the
classroom. I might even open up that Hershey highway of
yours. Would you like me to stick my black cock up that
tight little ass of yours?"
Terrified, Missy says nothing, but rises and enters the
room where her ordeal is to begin.
Before entering the room, Randy turns back to the sobbing
John and instructs him, "You stand guard at the door. I
don't want anyone interrupting me, while I fuck your
wife. She looks like she will really enjoy me sticking my
black cock up her love channel. When I'm through with
your wife, she will be a woman, not a little piece of
fluff waiting for you to come home."
Randy slams the door and pushes Missy towards the center
of the room and the lone single chair. "Go sit in the
chair," orders the Vice Lord.
Missy slowly walks to the center of the room and sits
down in the chair facing the huge black giant. She
modestly keeps her long boot and nylon covered legs
tightly together. Her white silk blouse is half open from
the ruthless fondling of only moments before. She stares
at the black, who sits on a bench near a table.
"After I breed you today, I will expect you to obey me. I
will want you to seduce some of the other guard's wives
into the BGE'S. You will also bring pleasure to the rest
of my inner staff here at the prison. Do you understand
what is required of you, Mrs. Jones?"
"Yes," came the meek reply.
"When you address me in the future you will address me as
Mr.
Ballard," ordered the Vice Lord.
"Yes, Mr. Ballard," replies the young white wife.
"Spread those long legs Mrs. Jones. Lets see what charms
you have to give me," orders the seducer.
Hesitantly, Mrs. Missy Jones lets her long legs come
apart. The tight black leather mini skirt rides up her
thighs, as the legs open up. She stares into the dark
brown eyes of her tormentor, as she spreads the divine
gams further apart. She is feeding off the intenseness of
the dark eyes, as they take in the pleasure of the
beautiful sight unfolding before him.
As her legs continue to spread, he can see the wisp of
the darker bands of nylon on her upper thighs. The white
lace panties soaked by her woman fluid become an even
greater arousing vision. Usually, the black destroyer of
white virgin woman holes, would be distraught at the
sight of pussy covering. However, the sight of the darker
wet stains was erotic even to the ultimate sexual animal,
Mr. Randy Ballard.
"I want to see you spread those pink pussy lips. Do it
without taking the panties off," orders Randy.
Closing her eyes, Missy inserts her long lean fingers
into the legs of her panties. As she pulls the panties
aside, she sensuously caresses the blood engorged pussy
lips. She sensuously rubs up and down and outer lips. She
allows her fingers to touch the hooded nubbin of
pleasure. As her fingernail scraps the sensitive love
button she allows a soft moan to escape her lips. As each
pleasurable sensation reaches her brain, the frantic
fingers increase in intensity their pleasure producing
friction.
"Stand up and strip. I don't think you will need any of
those clothes for the rest of the afternoon," ordered
Randy.
Shocked out of her near fulfillment, Missy stands up and
pulls the tight leather skirt down. Looking over to the
amused seated Black Master, she slowly finishes
unbuttoning the white silk blouse and lets it slip off of
her shoulders and fall to the floor. Standing before the
Black Master in only her garter, hose, black knee high
boots and white lace panties, she looks into her Master's
dark eyes.
The Black Vice Lord rises and slips his huge fingers into
the gray cotton gym shorts and slowly tugs the tight
fitting shorts over his muscled thighs. Missy observing
every movement is awestruck when the shorts expose the
ten inch Black Manhood in all its glory. The massive love
muscle is only partially erect and is starting to point
out at a right angle from the washboard muscled stomach.
As she continues to observe the disrobing, her fleece
covered love channel starts producing the sweet smelling
dew that starts to resoak her white panties.
When Randy has let the shorts fall to the floor, he
points his index finger at the young beauty and motions
for her to come to him, "Bring me your white panties," he
orders.
As she starts to walk over to him Mr. Randy Ballard
shakes his head, "Don't walk, crawl to your Black
Master."
Aroused, humiliated and desperate for release, Missy
drops to her hands and knees, and crawls over to the
seated Black Giant.
When she reaches her destination, he motions for her to
stand. When she is standing, facing her tormentor, he
smiles and finally speaks, "I want you to hand me your
panties. The pretty white panties that your husband
bought you, the panties that are wet with your
drippings."
Gracefully, the blonde hair dropping nearly to her small
but firm breasts, she bends at her waist, and slips the
clinging panties over her knees and down the hose and
boot covered legs. When the task is completed, she raises
her hand and releases her white lace panties to the huge
Black paw.
The Black Vice Lord brings the fragrant cloth to his nose
and deeply inhales the pleasing essence. Although, he is
still seated, he is looking almost directly in the deep
blue eyes. Looking at her perfect breasts, her long
flowing blonde hair and her perfect legs, his cock
continues to harden. Putting the panties on the seat next
to him, he asks her a simple question, "When was the last
time your wimp husband fucked you?"
"My husband and I made love three nights ago," Missy
softly replies.
"Does he satisfy you, with that little white boy cock of
his?" continues Randy.
"I don't reach climax every time we make love," responds
Missy sadly.
Randy Ballard rises and walks around the now trembling
woman. When he is behind her, he reaches out and rubs her
firm ass cheeks. "Has your white boy wimp taken your ass
yet?"
Shocked, Missy quickly answers, "No! I am too small
there. It would hurt too much."
Still standing behind the petite blonde white housewife,
and still stroking the firm ass of his next conquest, he
matter of fact states, "Before you leave me today, you
will not have your ass cherry. If you please me, I will
lubricate my black cock before I enter you. If you
displease me, I will bludgeon my Black Cock into your
useless body, in one stroke."
Missy says nothing, but stands silently, waiting the next
haunting question that she is sure will come.
"After I breed you today, I'll mark you, so that everyone
knows that you belong to me. You will have to start
whoring for me, starting tomorrow. Have you ever worked
the streets?" questioned Randy Ballard, Vice Lord of the
Black Gangster Elites.
Shocked by his latest question and comment she angrily
replies, "I have never been a whore. I won't be a whore
for you!"
Controlling his anger, Randy softly whispers into the
trembling housewife's ear; "After I fuck you in your ass
today, tomorrow night you will start working the street
for me. You disobey me in word, deed or thought and I
will take a knife and peel your pretty face off. If that
chicken shit husband is terrified of me, how do you think
a little tramp like you can stand up to me?"
Poor Missy, standing in the middle of a large classroom,
stripped down to only garter, hose and black boots,
trembles as she contemplates her next response. Her
beloved husband of only six months is standing guard on
the outside of the door, while a huge black man is pawing
her firm ass, threatening to impale her with his ten inch
rock solid Black Cock. "Please don't fuck me in the ass.
You will hurt me. You are too large. Please," Missy
submissively sobs.
Randy lowers his hand from the firm ass cheeks and
inserts his finger into her moist woman hole. As the
digit inserts itself, Missy is caught off guard. At first
she instinctively clenches her legs together. However,
after a few moments, the searching digit starts to bring
the young woman the pleasure that has been missing from
her marriage bed. She softly moans, as the finger gently
scrapes her hooded clit. As the insertion continues Missy
closes her eyes and allows her long lean legs to part
ever so slightly.
Randy catches the guarded parting of her legs and rewards
her by inserting a second finger. The rapid thrusting
coats, his hand with Missy's precious lubricant. Missy
opens her legs wider, as she eagerly thrusts against the
intruding fingers giving her pleasure. As the fingers
continue the thrusting, Missy bends over and drops to her
knees. She begins moaning louder and louder, as the
pleasure giving fingers bring her to a screaming orgasm.
As the intense pleasure overwhelms her pent-up desires,
she writhes on the floor as the spasms overtake her tight
body.
"Oh God, you bring me such pleasure. Don't stop, please
don't stop. It feels sooooooooo good!" screams Missy.
Randy leaves his fingers in the clenching pussy, as the
young wife is prone on the hard tile floor. As Missy's
orgasm subsides, he lets his fingers slip out. He walks
to the cabinet, at the end of the room and brings back a
full tube of K-Y jelly. Missy does not see him walk to
the cabinet; she is recovering from her first true orgasm
in months. Unknown to her husband John, he has not been
able to bring his vivacious wife to a fulfilling orgasm
since their marriage night. The orgasm that the Black
Master has brought to the beautiful Missy was so intense,
she was still trembling five minutes after climax.
"Have you ever had a man? A real Man? A Black Man that
can bring your pleasure?" questions Randy.
Still laying face down on the tile floor Missy answers
truthfully, "I have never been with a Black Man. I have
thought about making love to a Black Man. When John told
me of his predicament I was at first shocked, but deep
inside I wanted to go through with the rape or the
pleasure. You have brought me pleasure."
As she lay on the hard tile floor, she felts the sticky
K-Y jelly being squeezed out of the tube and onto her
perfect firm ass cheeks. The pleasure giving fingers
began a circular motion and rubs the cold sticky fluid on
her perfect and firm ass cheeks. He seems to be lulling
the young housewife, with his gentle and soft caresses.
Missy suspects the ordeal that awaits her, as the gentle
motion continues. She starts to become anxious, as the
fingers began to dip in the crevice between the two
mounds. Her wrinkled brown eye clutches, as the
persistent index finger sought entrance to her last
virgin chamber. The swaying hips try to provide an escape
valve, but the Black Master was not to be distracted from
his final goal.
The initial penetration of the elastic ring was
uncomfortable, but not painful, for the gently swaying
Missy. Randy's finger is unforgiving and continues to
insert itself deeper and deeper in the tight dark
chamber. Missy starts becoming more fearful as the finger
became more and more determined in its goal of free and
unrestricted access to the virgin chamber.
Finally, Missy begs for the probing to stop, "Please Mr.
Dillard. Don't fuck me in my ass. I'm scared that you
will hurt me, scared that your black cock is too large.
Please, let me suck you instead."
The Black Master had his goal and it was not merely her
warm lips wrapped around his Black Cock. His goal, and
one that was not to be denied him was complete domination
of the beautiful white wife of a white boy guard, and
that domination was to take the form of deep Black Cock
Anal Insertion.
END
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