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Abducted Social Worker
by The Cryptkeeper address withheld)

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Young, white social worker abducted, drugged, and 
raped by black, drug-dealing pimp and his black 
lesbian partner. (MF, FF, nc, rp, bd, intr, drugs, v, 
mc)

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The September sun beats down on Lisa through the open 
sunroof of her blue Acura as she pulls up to her last 
case for the day in the middle of the projects. The 
young, 22-year-old accepted this job with the 
Department of Children and Families (DCF) three months 
ago after graduating from college. Just getting the 
swing of things, she looks forward to successfully 
finishing her probationary period with the agency and 
perhaps pursuing a master's degree.

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

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

More beautiful than she realizes, Lisa stands a medium 
height with a petite figure, the result of regular 
exercise and healthy diet. She sports firm, C-cup 
breasts, a cute, round butt, and soft, brunette hair 
reaching slightly past her shoulders. Smooth, 
unblemished skin, high cheekbones, a little nose and 
big, blue eyes comprise her angular face.

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

Lisa knocks on the door. A black female answers.

"Hi, I'm Lisa Codell with the Department of Children 
and Families. Are you Shaquanda Green?" Lisa inquires, 
a bright smile revealing her perfect teeth from 
regular visits to the dentist since childhood.

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

"I is Shaquanda," the black woman says. She looks 
fairly attractive. Light brown eyes and a golden 
complexion combined with an aquiline nose hint at 
Hispanic or European influence somewhere in her 
ancestry. She is medium build – not fat but definitely 
thick and muscular. Shaquanda drapes herself in 
expensive gold jewelry: rings on several fingers and 
thick chain necklaces.

"Hi Shaquanda, may I come in to check the kids and 
their home environment today?"

For eight years DCF has been sending social workers to 
Shaquanda to check on her kids. She knows these visits 
usually take an hour or two, sometimes longer to 
interview each child. Shaquanda hasn't bothered 
telling DCF yet that she recently sent her children to 
live with their aunt. "Ya can't come in now. I's got 
company," Shaquanda answers impatiently.

Lisa isn't sure how to react. In her three months with 
the agency no one has refused scheduled visits.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry. But I have to see your kids and 
where they live. If you don't let me the DCF could 
take your children into protective custody," Lisa 
warns. "I only want to help."

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

Shaquanda's hostility shocks Lisa. Lisa tries being 
diplomatic, "No, no, you don't understand. Please, 
ma'am. I'm on your side. But they could take your 
children if you don't let me do my job."

This cute little social worker is a far cry from the 
fat, older, black women that previously visited – 
right up Shaquanda's alley.

Shaquanda has liked girls since childhood. She never 
met her father and lived with an old black man as a 
kid who she knew as Uncle Joe. Her mother, a hopeless 
drug addict, left Shaquanda to roam the streets at an 
early age.

Sexual abuse started early for Shaquanda. Uncle Joe 
couldn't get erections, so he paid Shaquanda and her 
other female friends to do things to each other while 
he watched. He woke her many nights touching her 
private places. She discovered she preferred girls to 
boys.

Shaquanda's traumatic childhood formed the foundation 
for deviant sexuality.

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

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

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

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

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

Reggie happens to be with Shaquanda today. He has an 
appetite for petite white girls too and a special 
talent for getting into their panties. A brilliant 
idea occurs to Shaquanda: introducing Lisa to Reggie 
and seeing where things might go.

"Jus Reggie sometimes. He's in da bedroom. Ya wants to 
meet him?"

"I need to interview your children," Lisa coolly 
replies. "When will they be here?"

"Reggie, ya has a vistor!" Shaquanda yells, ignoring 
Lisa's question.

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

"What you want, Shaquanda?" Reggie asks.

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

Reggie takes a second look at the beautiful social 
worker. He likes young, white pussy and never misses 
opportunities to nail it, but this girl can be a 
professional model with her figure and face. She fits 
his target profile with the clean, virtuous look of 
white America magazine ads attempt to capture. Lisa 
triggers an old, familiar itch in Reggie he can't 
resist scratching.

Reggie's attraction to white girls goes back as far as 
he can remember. In high school he fell hard for one 
named Charlene. Charlene convinced Reggie to buy her 
expensive rings and jewelry with money he made 
hustling drugs on the street. She later accused Reggie 
of raping her. He exhausted all his resources on an 
unsuccessful defense, and received thirty years in 
prison until DNA evidence set him free.

A white judge and jury convicted him of a crime he 
didn't commit – took three years of his life without 
compensation, leaving him penniless.

But while incarcerated, Reggie learned how to become a 
really successful criminal, making friends with 
members of organized crime who explained the 
synergistic benefits of combining drugs with human 
trafficking and prostitution.

Reggie observes Lisa's wedding band and assumes she is 
a typical uppity white bitch never fucked by a black 
man.

Lisa feels uneasy as Reggie approaches, undressing her 
with his dark eyes.

"I just need to ask a couple quick questions and I'll 
come back another time when the kids are here," Lisa 
nervously declares.

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

It dawns on Lisa that Reggie and Shaquanda pose 
serious danger to her. Reggie sees her blue eyes 
looking at the door to a possible escape.

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

"Hey!" Lisa blurts. "I need that." The clipboard 
contains all of her day's paperwork as well as the 
note to Doug she has been writing.

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

They have this all wrong. She is there to help them. 
Lisa backs away from the giant black man.

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

Without fully understanding yet where things are 
heading, Shaquanda obeys Reggie and races to the door.

Lisa finds herself against the wall. Reggie grabs hold 
of her arms.

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

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

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

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

Lisa rubs her cheek and stares at Reggie in shock. She 
tastes a trickle of blood. Everything is happening so 
fast she doesn't know whether to scream or try 
reasoning with him. Before she can decide, Reggie's 
meaty hand covers her mouth and Lisa finds herself 
being dragged toward the room Reggie came from, her 
shoes furrowing the worn, green carpet, then falling 
off, on the way.

"Get her clothes off whiles I hold her," Reggie snaps 
whirling Lisa around like a rag doll and wrestling her 
into bed. "We is gonna teach her some respect."

Hearing their intentions, Lisa thrashes in Reggie's 
lap, but he overpowers her and pulls her tightly into 
his chest, which rises and falls from his deep 
breaths.

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

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

Lisa's blue eyes grow large with fear. She has only 
been with one man her entire life – her husband, Doug. 
This can't be happening. Rape is something that occurs 
to other unfortunate women, not her. Lisa musters all 
her strength, summoning every muscle in her body, but 
can't break free from Reggie's viselike embrace.

"MMMPPPHHH!" Lisa tries to scream.

"Ya a lucky girl. Once Reggie spoils ya with his huge 
cock, ya ain't never gonna be satisfied with nothing 
else," Shaquanda teases.

Lisa's blouse hangs open. Her firm breasts fill her 
pink, silk bra like strong winds against sails on a 
ship. Lisa flails in Reggie's embrace as Shaquanda's 
hands reach her pants.

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

Scantily clad in undergarments, Lisa struggles with 
Reggie in bed, twisting in every way possible to 
escape his hold. All of Lisa's energy makes no 
progress, like a tire spinning in mud. Two against 
one, Shaquanda manages removing Lisa's bra in the 
commotion, unveiling perky young tits, light pink 
nipples and quarter sized areolas.

Lisa feels both embarrassed and frightened.

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

Lisa gnashes her teeth, kicks and squirms to prevent 
Shaquanda from making further progress.

Shaquanda has worked in prostitution long enough to 
know how pimps get new girls to cooperate. She pinches 
Lisa's nipples hard with her glossy fingernails 
professionally manicured in red acrylic polish, and 
twists.

"Aaaaaahhhh!!!" Lisa's muffled screeches fill the 
room.

Shaquanda repeats the punishment several times more, 
causing Lisa's nipples to harden and glow red from 
pain. Shaquanda's pussy grows wet making this high 
class white girl experience the same humiliating 
treatment a woman recruited from the streets receives 
to become a whore.

"If ya thinks dat hurt, I'll rip dem pretty things off 
if ya fight me again," Shaquanda threatens. She 
returns to the panties. Lisa's kicks subdue to a 
wiggle Shaquanda easily works around, gracefully 
pulling the soft fabric down Lisa's long legs, as if 
uncovering an artwork.

After removing the last vestige of Lisa's privacy, 
Shaquanda's hands slide between her closed knees.

"Open up and let us see what ya got," Shaquanda prods.

No way will Lisa allow these animals to molest her. 
Her legs stay stubbornly closed.

"Oh, she is shy and doesn't want us to see her pretty 
pussy," Shaquanda remarks.

Reggie realizes things have already gone too far with 
Lisa, and the longer they spend fighting her, the more 
likely they are to find trouble. He grows impatient. 
He has ways to make girls cooperate quicker. "Go's and 
gets the works for her," Reggie instructs Shaquanda.

Lisa struggles for adequate air through her nostrils, 
trying to pull Reggie's hand from her mouth with 
Shaquanda temporarily gone from the room.

"Ya need to calm down," Reggie soothingly speaks in 
Lisa's ear.

"We won't hurt ya. Just does what we says."

Lisa is terrified. She doesn't understand what Reggie 
meant by 'the works', but she isn't settling down and 
allowing them to have their way with her either – that 
will never happen! She has to get free.

Shaquanda returns with a rubber tourniquet and syringe 
containing an exotic date rape mixture: a 
pharmaceutical grade substance used legitimately for 
anesthesia with other nasty street drugs including 
cocaine and heroin.

The meaning of 'the works' now becomes horribly 
evident to Lisa and she strives harder to get free, 
her lithe body squirming like a snake in Reggie's 
embrace while Shaquanda tightens the tourniquet around 
her arm.

"MMMPPHHH!!" Lisa tries screaming so someone might 
hear her. Her prior determination to fight turns to 
the desperation of an ensnared animal. She will do 
anything to avoid the dreadful injection. She wants 
Reggie and Shaquanda to know she is sorry for 
bothering them; that she won't tell anyone what 
happened if they let her go. But she can't speak with 
Reggie's hand over her mouth.

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

Lisa doesn't know what substance the syringe contains, 
but it can't be good. She never touched drugs her 
entire life. She witnessed how they destroyed lives 
these past three months working for DCF. She doesn't 
even like taking aspirin. It won't be okay, like 
Shaquanda claims, if they put that poison into her. 
But Lisa already expended so much energy jostling 
Reggie. Her exertions to yank her arm from Shaquanda's 
grasp get weaker, only serving to distend her veins 
more and make them easier targets.

"That's it girl, keeps fightin," Shaquanda encourages. 
She feels Lisa tiring.

Fatigued, Lisa's arm stops moving enough for Shaquanda 
to quickly stick a vein exclaiming, "Gotcha."

Lisa doesn't know it, but the battle is over. Reggie 
removes his hand from her mouth.

Drawing in a deep breath while in Reggie's arms, Lisa 
cries, "Oooowwwee, don't put that in me." She watches 
a pink plume of her blood mix in the syringe. 

Shaquanda slowly depresses the plunger. "Don't move 
Honey, or the needle might break in you," she warns.

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

"There we go," Shaquanda's voice echoes in Lisa's 
ears, breaking an awkward silence. Shaquanda pulls the 
needle out of Lisa's arm, a drop of blood oozing from 
the site. Shaquanda wipes it with her thumb and then 
pops the digit in her mouth.

"Mmmmm, sweet," Shaquanda comments tasting Lisa's 
blood. "Ya gonna feel so good," she adds, removing the 
tourniquet and allowing the potent drugs to rush 
through Lisa's circulatory system. "Ya ever get high 
before?" Shaquanda asks.

Overcome by the intense rush of her first high, Lisa 
doesn't answer. The closest she has ever come to using 
drugs is an occasional glass of wine. The chemicals 
now in her bloodstream cause her every neuron to spark 
in euphoria, her mood to elevate a thousand times 
brighter than listening to her favorite piece of 
classical music. In a place somewhere between 
consciousness and sleep, Lisa dreams while still 
awake. She doesn't notice Reggie release her nor her 
own nakedness anymore.

Reggie lifts Lisa off his lap and gently lays her back 
in the bed, her head resting on a fluffy pillow. Like 
a spider, Shaquanda has paralyzed their victim with 
drugs. Reggie's eyes greedily scan Lisa's nubile body 
as he rises from the bed.

"Do ya mind if I get her ready for ya?" Shaquanda 
requests.

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

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

Lisa doesn't realize what Shaquanda is doing at first.

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

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

Lisa murmurs, "No," becoming aware of Shaquanda 
touching her private place. She tries closing her 
legs, but with Shaquanda already planted securely 
between them the effort proves unsuccessful.

Shaquanda holds Lisa open, licks her finger, and 
softly strokes Lisa's sensitive hood while dipping her 
tongue in her pink slit.

"Noh, stop," Lisa cries, pushing Shaquanda's head, her 
braids like small ropes through Lisa's fingers. "I'm 
married… not that way… Doug," Lisa babbles in 
delirium. Lisa can't understand how one woman does 
this to another. It's revolting.

"Oh, I gonna make ya become dis way, Baby. Ya gonna 
love having yur pussy eaten by a woman when I gets 
through with ya," Shaquanda quickly responds. "Who's 
Doug?" Shaquanda further queries.

"Husband," Lisa mumbles.

Slowly caressing Lisa's clit, Shaquanda looks at 
Reggie, smiles, and replies, "Ya pussy belongs to me 
and Reggie now, not Doug," before returning to serious 
business on Lisa.

Shaquanda sexually assaults Lisa for her own good 
reasons. By the time Shaquanda turned 18 years old she 
worked as a prostitute and never finished school. She 
didn't get the nice upbringing and stable childhood 
this white bitch enjoyed – to attend college, afford a 
new car, marry a man and start a family.

Lisa got all the breaks in life, and then acted all 
superior with her cute, white ass. Shaquanda finds 
Lisa gorgeous but loathes what Lisa represents.

"Oh, oh, no, stop it," Lisa whines.

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

It's a bad dream. No, Lisa briefly realizes she's 
being raped by another woman. Then she's dreaming 
again. The drugs keep Lisa confused, her thoughts 
scattered. Fleeting images of her husband, Doug, come 
to mind. She closes her eyes to the unwanted sensation 
between her legs slowly taking over.

Reggie watches Lisa's head turn side to side. She 
expends less effort trying to push Shaquanda's head 
away from her dripping cunt.

Shaquanda removes her mouth from Lisa's pussy; but her 
fingers still hold Lisa's beautiful lips wide apart, 
every detail of the poor girl's private anatomy 
briefly exposed for observation. Shaquanda sinks her 
long, black index finger into Lisa's glistening pink 
flesh and twirls Lisa's clitoris beneath her thumb.

"No, stop it!" Lisa cries grabbing Shaquanda's wrist 
with both hands and attempting to pull the invading 
digits from her pussy.

"Let go," Reggie booms, peeling Lisa's delicate 
fingers from Shaquanda's wrist. He brings Lisa's hands 
back above her shoulders pinning them down to the 
mattress. Her fingers curl as if trying to grasp the 
air while Shaquanda's middle digit joins her index 
finger inside Lisa, searching for Lisa's g-spot.

"Make the white bitch cum," Reggie growls.

"Oh, she gonna cum for us whether she want to or not," 
Shaquanda says, observing Lisa's hips suddenly rise 
involuntarily. "There we go, right there. I think I 
found her spot," she adds. Shaquanda's fingers flutter 
against Lisa's sensitive internal flesh while her 
thumb continues circles on her now engorged clitoris.

"Look at how full her clitty be gettin for me and how 
wet she is," Shaquanda comments. "She gonna cum real 
soon, ain't ya, Baby."

"Noooooo," Lisa hisses, her eyes squeezing shut, but 
her hips now responding to Shaquanda's fingers like a 
musician to a conductor's baton.

"Oh, God, oh, God, oh, oh, oh, God! No!" Lisa moans, 
her wrists straining beneath Reggie's hands to get 
free. Tension builds within her seeking more contact 
with Shaquanda's fingers, not less, to release it. Her 
smooth, gorgeous face grimaces, becoming ugly like a 
weightlifter's when attempting to pump too much iron.

"Don't make me," Lisa whimpers.

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

"Dat's it girl, keep cumming for Shaquanda," Lisa 
hears Reggie encourage. She becomes preoccupied with 
her pussy in spite of her prior determination not to 
allow Shaquanda and Reggie to have their way with her.

"Oh," Lisa exclaims, totally centered on her cunt.

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

Reggie slowly backs away careful not to disturb Lisa 
and the delicate girl-on-girl action developing for 
him to watch. She's in orgasm, a natural, uninhibited 
state of feminine bloom absolutely bared open for him 
to see. Having coaxed Lisa's legs farther apart, 
Shaquanda's thumb and index finger still hold Lisa's 
labia open, revealing the internal pink beauty that up 
until today, Lisa had modestly concealed from the 
entire world –including her husband – all her life.

Reggie listens to Lisa whispering "no" to Shaquanda 
while passively allowing Shaquanda to proceed. The 
drugs, no doubt, aid Lisa's capitulation, he thinks.

In a drug induced state, Lisa falls deeper into the 
groove of multiple orgasms Shaquanda digs for her. 
Hardly aware of Reggie's presence or anything other 
than the business with Shaquanda, the attention to 
Lisa's pussy changes – feels differently. Lisa looks 
down and observes Reggie positioning his charcoal 
penis at her entrance. The thing is huge, with 
numerous veins bulging along its thick, lengthy shaft 
and a big scrotum containing testicles each the size 
of walnuts. It looks so much larger than Doug. It 
can't be real. This must be a bad dream because no man 
possesses a penis that big.

"NOO!" Lisa whines. Her pussy made highly receptive by 
Shaquanda adjusts to the abrupt change in partners and 
tightly stretches around a cock for the first time not 
her husband's.

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

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

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

"Don't give me more of that," Lisa pleads, Reggie's 
cock moving inside her without interruption.

"Yur too distracted. Dis will help ya give Reggie yur 
undivided attention," Shaquanda explains, sticking the 
needle into Lisa's vein and giggling. "Ooooh, yeah, 
there we go," Shaquanda proclaims taking special 
delight in emptying all the destructive liquid into 
Lisa. "Dis gonna be the best fuck of yur life."

"Don't do this to me," Lisa begs. She watches 
Shaquanda remove the tourniquet and start saying 
something else. But it doesn't matter anymore. Another 
rush of euphoria sweeps Lisa away, Shaquanda's voice 
trailing to a distant echo in her ears saying 
something about being kind to Reggie and taking all of 
his big cock.

The pressure and discomfort subside, Lisa acclimates 
to Reggie's huge size and her entire existence rapidly 
coalesces around the piston moving inside her. Lisa 
fails to recognize the significance of Reggie's heavy 
balls slapping her ass – her body fully accepting him.

Reggie feels Lisa's nipples poke into his chest, her 
pussy rippling with involuntary spasms around his rod 
as the drugs take hold. He decides to change positions 
and withdraws his long, slick cock from Lisa's wet 
cunt.

Lisa looks at his horrendously large and grisly penis 
removed from her. The shiny appendage twitches as it 
points away from Reggie's body. It doesn't fully 
register with her that the juices coating it are her 
own.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That's it, girl," Shaquanda spurs as Lisa slides down 
Reggie's long, black pole.

With a very unladylike grunt, Lisa reaches bottom 
fully impaling herself. Reggie begins working his 
pelvis into Lisa while Shaquanda reaches down and 
caresses Lisa's clitoris.

"Oh!" Lisa blurts, instinctively moving her hips, her 
pussy forcefully contracting around Reggie's cock 
again.

"Dat's it girl, fuck dat big, black cock. Oh dat cock 
feels so good inside yur pussy," Shaquanda encourages. 
"Oooooh yeah, ya gonna cum."

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

Shaquanda joins by licking Lisa again. "Oh, yes, ya 
taste so good, girl," Shaquanda asserts. She licks 
more, and then sucks Lisa's clit, causing it to 
engorge.

"Noh," Lisa moans.

"Yes," Shaquanda mimicks back, gently retracting 
Lisa's swollen hood with her thumb and gingerly 
licking the exposed head.

Lisa squirms but Reggie holds her tightly to his chest 
with one hand between her flat tummy and her narrow, 
neatly trimmed bush, his other taking turns gently 
rolling her hard nipples between his fingers. She has 
a well-toned abdomen from frequent workouts, with a 
beautiful belly button that gently rises and falls 
with her heavy breathing.

Reggie allows his hand to gently wander, feeling her 
firm abdominal muscles contract beneath it and then 
her well groomed pubic hairs roughly brush against his 
palm. She is quite the prize.

"Oh, oh, oh, please, stop, don't, no," Lisa moans.

Reggie's thrusts increase. Lisa's primal female 
instincts sense he's going to cum.

"Please… don't… not inside me,"

"Oh, no," Lisa exclaims receiving Reggie's semen. Doug 
used condoms with her because they weren't ready to 
start a family yet and she questioned the safety of 
birth control pills.

Lisa's pussy traitorously contracts around Reggie's 
cock, encouraging it to cum more in her, and fill her 
up with its rich, potent cream.

A few moments later Shaquanda pulls Reggie's deflating 
shaft from Lisa's still aroused pussy, and sucks it 
clean while watching a surplus of potent jism ooze 
from Lisa's cunt.

The drugs make Lisa peacefully forget. She floats in 
bed high in the clouds, unconcerned about Reggie's 
vigorous sperm swimming inside her while Reggie goes 
through her purse and finds keys to her blue Acura. He 
takes cash in her wallet amounting to $98 and destroys 
everything else – her credit cards, driver's license, 
voter registration, and her work identification. All 
are cut into tiny pieces and carefully discarded in a 
trash bag. She won't need any of it anymore, Reggie 
determines.

The pictures in Lisa's cell phone don't show a single 
black person and reveal to Reggie that she recently 
married some white boy in the Army – the Doug she 
mentioned to Shaquanda and addressed in the love 
letter Reggie and Shaquanda read on her clipboard 
hidden beneath all the government forms. Reggie steps 
outside after gleaning Lisa's personal information and 
smashes her phone on the concrete walkway. Throwing it 
down several times and crushing it beneath his heel, 
he picks up the broken slivers of plastic. He sees her 
blue Acura parked inconspicuously and out-of-the-way 
in a remote corner. It's a nice car. Too bad it must 
go to the chop shop. Reggie whips out his own cell 
phone.

"Hi Ray, this be Reggie. I'm staring at a nice new 
Acura right now over at Shaquanda's with yur name on 
it. I gots keys for it. Yeah, da owner don't need it 
no more. She gonna be lying on her back not doing much 
driving – except maybe on my stick shift," Reggie 
chuckles. "I needs ya to make it disappear right 
away."

Reggie comes back inside barking to Shaquanda, "Give 
me all her clothes." He takes a few minutes deeply 
inhaling the female scent from

Lisa's panties. He basks in their fragrance deciding 
to keep them as a souvenir. Then everything else of 
Lisa's – including her purse, shoes, and bra – go into 
the trash bag destined for the furnace. "We better 
shoot her up again and move her to my place at Kenneth 
Courts in case they comes looking for her here," 
Reggie mentions to Shaquanda.

Something constricts around Lisa's arm and someone 
holds it outstretched; she can't move it. Lisa turns 
her head and sees Shaquanda with a syringe to her 
distended vein.

"Please, no more," Lisa murmurs.

With a stern look, Reggie watches Shaquanda finish 
drugging Lisa. The seriousness of their situation 
sinking in, Reggie explains, "I'm gonna need yur help 
with dis one."

Lisa releases a long, heavy sigh with her eyeballs 
rolling back in her head. She's completely out of it.

"She the finest pussy I've tapped in years, but she 
ain't gonna be easy keeping," Reggie continues. "We 
facing some serious prison time for what we done if we 
get caught."

"Ya know ya can count on me, Reggie – whatever ya 
need."

"Dis drug business of mine takes a lot of time. I has 
to go down to Mexico and South America next week for 
some important meetings, den I needs to go to New York 
and Chicago. On top of dat, I has the girls at the 
strip club and the ones working the street I need to 
take care of."

"What do ya have in mind, Reggie?" Shaquanda questions 
while she watches Lisa laying nude in the bed with her 
mouth ajar, eyes barely open, and her body slowly 
rocking side to side as if unsuccessfully trying to 
make herself sober.

"It's gonna be a long term commitment if I keep her. 
One of us will always need to stay with her. It be 
easier to just give her an overdose and let the police 
find her on the street," Reggie debates staring at the 
girl and trying to make his decision. "Or I could just 
sell her to the South Americans. They'll pay a premium 
for a high class, white American girl," he adds.

"She's so gorgeous. It'd be a shame to waste such a 
pretty pussy," Shaquada answers. "We can see how 
things go and if she becomes too difficult, we can 
always resort to them options."

"Ya wants to stop turning tricks and work with her 
instead? I can pay ya a little extra, but I doesn't 
want anyone else's dick in her. I wants her for myself 
until I get tired of her," Reggie proposes. "Ya can 
make her yur girlfriend and have her pussy if ya 
wants. I just don't want her getting no cock except 
mine. Ya know I like that kinky lesbo shit anyway," 
Reggie adds with a devilish grin.

Shaquanda's eyes light up. Besides the extra money, 
she loves working with new girls and has a special 
liking for Lisa. "Okay, Reggie, I'll handle her for 
ya. This will bring new meaning to the expression 
'labor of love'," Shaquanda quips.

Reggie busts out laughing. "She's yur new girlfriend 
as well as mine – our new girlfriend," he finally 
manages with a big grin after regaining some 
composure. "Now let's get her over to Kenneth Courts 
while it's quiet around here."

*

Lisa wakes up naked in a strange bed confused and only 
remembering bits of weird dreams. She reaches down; 
the wisp of pubic hair above her pussy feels crusty, 
like dried hair gel. Upon further examination, her 
tummy and tits contain similar residue. She sits up 
and scans the room for her clothes.

Thick curls of old paint peal from the walls like 
badly sun burned skin; in spots plaster has fallen 
from lathing, leaving craters like pockmarks on an 
acne scarred face. Dust and scattered pieces of 
crumbled plaster cover dull, hardwood floors. Where is 
she? How did she get here? What was she doing here? 
She feels foggy and can't think straight. Where are 
her clothes?

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

When Shaquanda hooked up with Reggie five years 
earlier, Reggie never needed to rough her up, or 
thankfully, start her on addictive drugs like this 
white bimbo.

"Ya sho had a good time with me and Reggie last night. 
Was dat yur first time with a black man?" Shaquanda 
asks. "I bet ya never let another woman eat yur pussy 
before either."

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

"I've got to go," Lisa utters heading toward the door. 
The surroundings appear to flow like liquid and she 
can't walk straight, her legs turning to rubber. Small 
chips of paint brake off and lodge beneath her 
fingernails from grabbing the wall to avoid falling.

"Now where's ya goin in yur condition with no clothes 
on?" Shaquanda asks, grabbing hold of Lisa and guiding 
her over to the sofa.

Lisa falls back in the worn couch and stares at 
Shaquanda with a perplexed look.

"Just sit and relax. Everything will be okay," 
Shaquanda reassures her. Shaquanda picks up a cell 
phone and calls someone.

"Our new girlfriend is up. She still out of it, but ya 
better get over here quick." 

Still high Lisa doesn't fully grasp what Shaquanda 
says on the phone.

"Why am I naked?" Lisa asks. "Where are my clothes?" 
She feels like she is dreaming.

Shaquanda doesn't answer.

"Where's my wedding band?" Lisa inquires holding her 
hands up in astonishment and noting the missing ring 
from her finger –everything looks so different.

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

"Can I make her cum first," Shaquanda entreats Reggie. 
"I love her pussy."

Reggie pulls Lisa onto his lap. "Let's give her some 
more dope first. Then ya can go down on her all ya 
want. I don't want her too lucid till we breaks her in 
more." 

From deep beneath the drug induced murkiness, Lisa 
senses danger as she sits nude on this giant black 
man's lap, his hard penis pressing against her 
buttocks through his shorts.

"No, what are you giving me?" Lisa yips, a crease 
forming between her eyebrows. Locked in Reggie's 
tremendous arms she watches Shaquanda stick a needle 
in her again.

"She ain't struggling as much," Shaquanda remarks.

"Oh," Lisa murmurs as if recalling something 
familiarly pleasant. Shaquanda removes the tourniquet 
allowing the full array of fireworks to explode inside 
Lisa.

"I think she startin to like dis shit," Shaquanda 
comments, staring at Lisa's reaction. Lisa's head 
falls back on Reggie's shoulder; her mouth gapes open; 
her face becomes serene, her eyes dreamy.

Reggie used drugs on other girls from good families 
before. The drugs kept them in line and prevented 
their escape. He feels white girls in particular 
deserve to be turned into drug dependent sluts. Once 
he gets them hooked, they're hopelessly enslaved to 
him by their addiction – a nice twist of fate between 
the two races.

Shaquanda puts the needle down on the coffee table 
next to the couch and moves Lisa into a straddling 
position on Reggie's lap.

Reggie opens his legs causing Lisa's to spread apart 
as well. He looks down from above Lisa's shoulder and 
watches.

Shaquanda parts Lisa's labia and culls her clit from 
the delicate, pink folds. She then licks her thumb and 
gently strokes Lisa's clitoral hood.

"No, please, oh, don't, not there, oooooooooooooh" 
Lisa moans.

"Oh, yes, right there. Did I find yur love button 
again, Baby?" 

"Oh, oooh, ooooh, oooooooooh, nooo, please."

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

Even with her mind in heavy chemical clouds Reggie and 
Shaquanda keep putting in her blood that soften the 
gravity of her predicament, a faint alarm sounds from 
somewhere deep in Lisa's core, almost muted silent – 
but not quite. She vaguely recognizes the homosexual 
acts performed on her by Shaquanda as immoral, 
unnatural, and sickening. Yet as Reggie and Shaquanda 
make her endure the attention longer, the physical 
sensations combine with Shaquanda's perverse 
suggestions, distorting remnants of Lisa's rational 
thought.

"Oooooh, yeah, ya pussy feels sooooo good. Uh-huh, 
dats nice, huh? Oooooh yeah, ya like dat – ya getting 
soooo wet for me. Yur gonna cum." Shaquanda lilts 
repeatedly, the disturbing phrases beginning to play 
back in Lisa's brain like a catchy tune. She feels so 
wet and messy like Shaquanda says. Shaquanda keeps 
touching her pussy, making it feel nicer, rendering 
Lisa susceptible to her deceitful and perverted 
remarks. Some of Shaquanda's dialogue becomes Lisa's 
thoughts. She's going to cum like Shaquanda claims; 
but she can never like having this done to her.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh, ya pussy likes dat. Oooooh, yes, ya 
like it so much ya gonna cum for me," Shaquanda 
repeats, as if responding to the objections Lisa 
silently thinks.

Lisa squirms in Reggie's lap; he holds her tightly in 
place and watches Shaquanda make her pussy glisten 
with moisture.

"Oooooh, ya gonna cum for us," Shaquanda reiterates.

"No, don't make me," Lisa pants. But Shaquanda keeps 
masturbating Lisa, varying the tempo and pressure of 
her touch corresponding with Lisa's responses, working 
Lisa's most sensual areas.

"Ya pussy is so juicy," Shaquanda notes. She goes down 
on Lisa and laps up her nectar.

"Ooooooh, ooooooh, ooooooh, noooooo, ooooooh," Lisa 
mewls, her palms up, fingers curled, pushing 
Shaquanda's head but unable to move her away.

"Relax – don't fight it – let Shaquanda enjoy yur 
pussy for a little while. No one's ever finding out. 
This is our little secret," Reggie whispers in Lisa's 
ear and then starts licking it.

Lisa's face contorts; her erect nipple becomes like a 
pebble as Reggie rolls it between his fingers.

"What would her husband, Doug, think if he knew how 
many times another woman made his wife cum during 
threesomes with a black man?" Reggie silently wonders. 
It doesn't matter because Reggie will make certain her 
dumb, white husband never finds Lisa.

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

Lisa shakes her head and with eyes closed snaps, "No." 
Even drugged, she's embarrassed by this nauseating act 
and her body's response to it.

"Ya'll get used to it. Shaquanda really likes pussy a 
lot, especially white pussy."

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

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

Shaquanda welcomes the challenge of making straight, 
white girls orgasm and awakening their latent, Sapphic 
tendencies she believes all women possess.

Determining Lisa's sensuality will help Reggie further 
exploit her. A sensitive girl is sexually vulnerable 
and makes more money if and when he eventually puts 
her to work.

"I'm gonna take her to bed and fuck her a while," 
Reggie announces.

"I don't want to fuck you," Lisa cavils. She stumbles 
with Reggie leading her to the bed. "I'm married and 
my husband is going to look for me."

"Ya ain't married no more," Reggie spurns. "I's yur 
boyfriend now and no one's going to look for ya."

Reggie pushes Lisa into the old, stained mattress she 
woke from earlier, pulling her butt to the edge, and 
spreading her legs apart.

"Please don't fuck me again," Lisa cries. She thinks 
about her husband, Doug, as she feels Reggie's fingers 
parting her labia and then pressure from his monster 
phallus pushing into her entrance. Shaquanda made her 
very wet.

"At least wear a rubber for me," Lisa fusses.

"Sorry, Baby, we never using rubbers, so gets the idea 
out of yur purty head. Shaquanda got to enjoy ya, now 
it's my turn. We doing this the natural way. Get used 
to my uncovered cock inside ya. It better like dis – 
we gets to share each other's feeling and be more 
intimate." 

She doesn't want intimacy with Reggie any more than 
she wanted it with Shaquanda; she needs Doug to save 
her from this terrible nightmare. But Doug doesn't 
arrive and after Shaquanda did those awful things, 
Lisa now has every millimeter of Reggie's beefy cock 
sinking into her to look forward to, snugly making 
contact with her sensual, feminine flesh.

"Ya feels really good," Reggie exclaims putting his 
cock deeper into Lisa's moist pussy. He softly and 
slowly rubs around her clit, making her responsive.

"Why are you doing this to me?" 

"Shush – I is doing it 'cause yur my girlfriend now. 
Don't dat feel good?" Reggie inquires, his finger 
manipulating her engorged clitoris.

"No," she denies. She doesn't want to feel Reggie. But 
the drugs help her appreciate Reggie's "extra talent", 
make her especially cognizant of the friction between 
his penis and her vagina. Lisa stops crying and bites 
her fist. His big cock fills her, touching sensitive 
places Doug's penis never came close to reaching. 
Writhing on Reggie's pole of pleasure, Lisa's female 
reactions growing stronger.

"Dat cock feels good in yur pussy without a rubber, 
doesn't it? Dat's all me yur feeling, Baby."

"Oh, my God, oh, ohoooooooooo nooo," Lisa moans, her 
pussy clenching Reggie's cock as tightly as a boa 
constrictor.

"Don't cum in me again. Take it out this time."

He isn't going to take it out this time or any other 
time. If he cums in her enough, she will eventually 
become complacent with it, Reggie reasons.

"I can't help it. I gonna cum in yur pussy, Baby." His 
warm semen flows copiously into her receptive cunt.

Lisa feels baby-making sperm gush into her. "Oh, God, 
you're cuming in me!" she demurs, unable to prevent 
taking his loathsome seed. "No, stop," she cries, 
feeling more of it entering her. He won't pull his 
horrible penis out and she can't stop her vaginal 
contractions from milking more of the disgusting fluid 
from him. He remains inside her until every drop of 
jism drains from his huge balls.

"Dat was really nice," Reggie acknowledges, gently 
petting Lisa's soft brown hair and finally withdrawing 
his long, flaccid cock from her slit. 

Lisa stares in his eyes briefly, feeling some twisted 
connection to Reggie, perhaps caused by the drugs or 
because she contains his sperm inside her. The cocaine 
has worn off and the heroin leaves her peacefully 
tired. She closes her eyes and falls asleep.

Shaquanda arrives with a bag of supplies. "Did ya give 
our girlfriend her medicine already?" she asks.

*

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

"Yea, I just finished shooting her up," Reggie 
replies.

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

Shaquanda opens the bag and with a great, big smile 
revealing her gold teeth, pulls out the hugest, black, 
silicone dildo Reggie has ever seen, making even his 
eyebrows raise.

"I brought dis to keep her entertained while yur out. 
I'm gonna teach her how to use it. Oh, and I got some 
of dis too." Shaquanda fishes out a bottle of sensual 
lubricant to use with the dildo.

Reggie prepares to leave and Shaquanda goes into the 
bedroom.

Lisa sees Shaquanda carrying the cloth sac as she 
enters her room and mistakenly thinks it contains 
clothing. "Please give me something to wear," Lisa 
softly requests. Shaquanda leers at Lisa's nubile body 
as the girl sits naked in the bed.

From the living room Reggie hears Lisa yell, "No, get 
away from me with that!" Reggie smirks. Lisa wouldn't 
be nearly as defiant if she knew he was still there. 
Maybe she needs more narcotics, he thinks.

Shaquanda wears the same wicked smile she gave Reggie 
moments ago, coating the long, shiny, silicone dildo 
with sensual gel in front of Lisa.

Lisa was never very sexual, and lesbianism really 
repulses her. She returned from ballet lessons one 
evening while in college; her dormitory roommates were 
watching a porno on the Internet with two girls doing 
each other in the scene. Lisa only viewed a few 
seconds before growing sick to her stomach and 
leaving.

Lisa despises having her privates touched by another 
woman; yet she suffers Shaquanda's sexual caresses 
almost daily. Now in the bed naked, Lisa holds her 
knees up to her face and tightly closed, watching in 
revulsion as Shaquanda's fingers encircled the slick, 
black toy and work the lubricant up and down its 
length, readying it for Lisa like she is gracefully 
masturbating a real penis.

"Dis is gonna feel so good in ya. Oh, I gonna make ya 
learn to love dis," Shaquanda teases.

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

Reggie waits before leaving in case Shaquanda needs 
help, overhearing everything:

"Stop it – no! You're sick and perverted. That's 
disgusting. I'm not a lesbian and I don't like you," 
Lisa shouts. "Leave me alone, you dyke!"

The bed bangs against the wall a few times, its noisy 
springs squealing from the commotion occurring on it – 
then what sounds like a combination of slaps and 
Lisa's cries followed by silent pause... "No, don't… 
oh…stop it… take it out, aah, no – please, don't, oh! 
I don't want it." 

Lisa put up a good fight, but Shaquanda was much 
stronger. After the beating came the depraved outcome 
the reluctant girl battled so hard to avoid. Lisa felt 
Shaquanda's fingers opening her sensitive lips and the 
large dildo filling her.

"Please stop doing that to me," Lisa begs.

"Doing what, Baby?" Shaquanda questions without 
breaking the steady rhythm she's developed on Lisa. 
"Doesn't dis feel good?"

"No, I don't like it. Please…"

Over the course of 20 minutes, Reggie hears less 
fretting from Lisa, and more groans. Shaquanda 
obviously is handling the little slut and Reggie 
leaves.

Sick acts another woman performed on her and sex with 
a black man hung like a horse. Lisa doesn't know if 
she can ever face her husband again without thinking 
about what Reggie and Shaquanda have been doing to her 
and feeling disgusted.

"Oh, God, please don't," Lisa mewls, her hands 
grabbing the long, slippery instrument – so slick from 
the combination of gel Shanquanda applied and Lisa's 
natural juices – sawing in and out of her slit. She 
tries holding it still but it slips through her 
fingers and continues its travels.

Shaquanda has enough of Lisa's insubordination. She 
pries Lisa's fingers from the dildo and bends them 
backwards.

"Owe," Lisa wails, the dildo still in her cunt.

"Keep ya fucking hands off and quit resisting me or 
I'll break dem," Shaquanda growls. "Dis is happening 
whether ya wants it or not."

Lisa's hands reluctantly remain to the sides twisting 
the sheets instead of trying to interfere with 
Shaquanda, who resumes piloting the dildo, smoothly 
driving it in and out of Lisa's wet pussy unfettered.

"Ya see how good dis feels?" 

"Oh, God – noh." 

But the dildo gradually generates a sensation in 
Lisa's pussy that becomes electric and attains greater 
charge as Shaquanda continues. Lisa's thoughts dwell 
increasingly on it.

Shaquanda uses the dildo at different angles providing 
maximum stimulation to Lisa, slowly pacifying her. 
With less resistance from Lisa, Shaquanda devotes even 
more energy pleasuring the girl, intermittently 
stroking her clitoral hood and further seducing her.

"I love ya. Are ya gonna be my girlfriend now?" 
Shaquanda whispers in Lisa's ear and then softly 
nibbles it.

An unwelcome but pleasantly high voltage courses 
through Lisa's body.

"No," Lisa manages.

"Yes, ya already is my girlfriend and yur letting me 
play with yur pussy. Ooooh, yeah dat feels nice. I'm 
making yur pussy feel so good," Shaquanda chimes, 
resuming her Sapphic brainwashing. Shaquanda's finger 
messages Lisa's clitoris, retracting its hood, 
exposing her super-sensitive glans, subjecting it to 
more loving caresses.

"Oooooh, what a pretty clit ya has. Ya like dat. 
Oooooh, yeah, dat's yur love button, huh? Yur gonna 
cum and show me how much ya love me," Shaquanda raves 
to her captive.

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

"Ooooh, yes, yur cuming again!" Shaquanda cajoles. 
"Dat feels so good, doesn't it?"

"Oh, oh, oh, please, ooooh, oooooh, don't, uh," Lisa 
moans.

He peeks in the dimly lit room, the setting sun's rays 
leaking through the tightly closed blinds, and 
observes Shaquanda smoothly working the dildo in and 
out of Lisa like a bow playing notes on a violin. 
Shaquanda appears to deeply concentrate on Lisa's 
pussy, touching its pink folds, causing Lisa's hips to 
rise and fall in perfect cadence with the dildo's 
movements.

"What a pretty pussy ya has. I gonna make lots of love 
to ya for a long time. Ya see how yur letting me play 
with yur pussy and I'm making ya cum? Yur my 
girlfriend now; we is lovers," Shaquanda coos.

"Oh, oh, oh, uh-huh, ah, nah," Lisa replies from the 
most basic level of her feminine consciousness, having 
succumbed to the despicable acts Shaquanda performed. 
The dirty talk Shaquanda repeated while molesting her 
throughout the day sticks and Lisa now can't help 
completing each phrase in her head as Shaquanda begins 
it. Lisa starts doubting herself, confused by 
Shaquanda's Sapphic sermons. Is her pussy actually 
pretty? Why does Shaquanda keep touching it and why is 
Lisa becoming aroused by that touch? Shaquanda causes 
her to orgasm. Does this mean they are making love? Is 
she really Shaquanda's girlfriend and lover?

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

With the heat of passion cooled, Lisa wakes the next 
morning in Shaquanda's embrace remembering disgusting 
things they did together throughout the night. Those 
perverted acts now sicken her. Aware of their naked 
bodies still touching, Lisa desperately wants to get 
away from Shaquanda. But similar things possibly wait 
once Shaquanda wakes. Lisa remains motionless in the 
bed beneath Shaquanda's arm, with Shaquanda's supple, 
dark breast resting on top of Lisa's firm, pale globe 
and their legs entwined between each other's. How can 
this be happening to her? Lisa feels trapped in a 
terrible nightmare.

Right before getting married, Lisa went out with some 
of the girls from work one evening. Over drinks – Lisa 
had one glass of wine – the subject of sex arose. The 
girls talked about their boyfriends versus 
masturbating and which was better, but Lisa remained 
suspiciously quite. "Look at Lisa turn red," they 
joked. To her, sex was an obligation to the man she 
loved, not something she contemplated often, desired, 
or felt comfortable experiencing. Being self-conscious 
about her body, she never played with herself, 
thinking the act vulgar and unladylike.

Lisa finishes a morning shower; she wants to wear 
clothes again. Only having a small towel to dry with, 
she tries avoiding the embarrassing reflection of her 
naked body in the cracked medicine cabinet mirror. 
Shaquanda and Reggie took away anything she tried 
covering herself with. The bathroom door even lacks a 
lock and they enter unexpectedly whenever they wish.

Shaquanda arrived while Lisa showered. As Lisa leaves 
the bathroom she shivers with dread observing the sex 
toy bag Shaquanda brought with her again.

"Come on, Baby," Reggie says grabbing Lisa's arm and 
escorting her to the bedroom. "It time for yur 
medicine."

"Please, I don't want more; I'll be good today."

"I'll gives ya less when ya start behaving for us a 
while." Reggie replies.

"What have I done wrong?" 

"Well for starters, ya be asking me not to give ya yur 
medicine when ya know it makes ya feel better and I 
want ya to have it. Then ya be giving Shaquanda a hard 
time about being her girlfriend."

Lisa doesn't know what to say. No matter what she 
does, they keep giving her more dope and she doesn't 
understand why. She watches Reggie tap the syringe 
with his finger a few times and squirt a thin fountain 
of liquid in the air from its sharp tip. It looks like 
more this time than usual – his cruel response to her 
for asking not to be drugged.

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

Their eyes lock for a moment before Reggie sticks the 
needle in her vein. Her eyes are as blue as the 
heavens and he peers into them at her tiny black 
pupils, like periods at the bottom of exclamation 
points, nervously darting from the syringe back to 
him.

"Oh, God," Lisa sighs from the addicting drugs 
entering her blood again and stimulating her pleasure 
centers.

"Now don't ya feel better?" Reggie asks, watching 
Lisa's small, pink nipples pucker and an empty 
expression replace the worry in her face. He knows the 
feelings in Lisa must be incredible for the drugs to 
be so addicting.

Lisa doesn't know how long she has been lying in bed 
staring at the ceiling when Shaquanda enters the room.

"Look what I brought," Shaquanda excitedly says 
pulling out the obscenely large dildo very familiar to 
Lisa. It looks like a shiny, black eel.

"No, I don't want to do that again," Lisa whines, 
scurrying to the corner of the bed and balling up.

"Oh, ya'll feel different about it soon," Shaquanda 
answers squirting the sensual gel on its surface like 
ketchup on a very large frankfurter. Lisa watches 
Shaquanda's hands spread the lubricant up and down, up 
and down, trying not to fathom what comes next.

"Please let me go. I promise I won't tell anyone."

Shaquanda sits on the bed, the tired springs voicing 
their usual sorrow from her additional weight. "Scoot 
down here and open yur pretty legs for me, Baby," she 
instructs patting the stained mattress.

"No, go away. This is sick."

Shaquanda grabs Lisa's ankle, yanks her to the center 
of the bed, and slaps her face.

"It's not sick. It's lovely and yur gonna start 
appreciating how nice it feels. Now I'm warning ya. 
Stay yur ass there and open yur legs."

Lisa rubs her cheek where Shaquanda's handprint 
remains and cracks her legs apart slightly.

Shaquanda shoves them the rest of the way open, 
separates Lisa's labia with her thumb and index 
finger, and goes to work with the dildo.

"No… don't …stop it. Take it out … no… please!" 

Shaquanda methodically slides the dildo in and out of 
Lisa's slit, unfazed by the girl's pleas.

"Shush. It's gonna be okay, Baby. Soon yur gonna start 
likin it. Ya have such a pretty pussy. I just gonna 
make love to ya."

"No, I'm not a lesbian," Lisa insists. It's 
disgusting. I don't want you to make love to me." But 
Lisa is tiring from Shaquanda's persistent assaults, 
surrendering sooner and with less resistance each 
time.

"Dis isn't disgusting; it's beautiful," Shaquanda 
softly repeats gently messaging Lisa's clit with her 
thumb while using the dildo on Lisa's wet cunt. Dat's 
not so bad. I don't want to hurt ya. I want to make 
yur pussy feel good."

Lisa begins quieting down.

"Ya see? I said ya would change yur mind. All dat 
fightin and getting yur face slapped for nottin," 
Shaquanda opines, slowly rutting the lengthy dildo in 
and out while cooing her lesbian perversions to Lisa 
again. Lisa hates the nasty things Shaquanda says 
while violating her almost as much as the violation 
itself.

"Dat feels good – so nice. Ooooh, ya like having me 
make love to ya. Ya don't want to fight it anymore.

"I don't want to," Lisa sobs.

"I got yur pussy anyway and I gonna make ya enjoy it. 
I know what ya like. Yur tired of fighting. Ooooh, 
yeah, just like dat. Dat's it, just relax and let it 
happen – it feels nice."

"Oh…God," Lisa moans.

"God?" Shaquanda questions maintaining perfect cadence 
with the dildo. "God ain't gonna help ya none, Baby. 
He never helped any of us here. God's abandoned ya. 
The Devil's got ya now and he's never letting ya go."

Both Lisa and Shaquanda miss the profound truth in 
what Shaquanda casually mentions. After bestowing Lisa 
with so many wonderful gifts, all has been cruelly 
taken from her for no apparent reason, her talents and 
physical beauty squandered on the vilest of creation. 
Lisa's predicament is an unfortunate mistake, one of a 
multitude of tiny, inconsequential glitches among the 
vast universe of cosmic justice.

"Ah, oh, oooh, uh, oh, oh," Lisa mewls, beginning to 
rock her hips.

"Oooooh, yeah, yur pussy is feeling so good. Don't 
fight it anymore. Uh-huh, ya like dat. Ya don't want 
it to stop – it feels too nice. It's beautiful and ya 
want me to keep doing dis to ya, uh-huh," Shaquanda 
preaches.

Shaquanda takes Lisa's hand and holds it on the dildo 
as she works it.

"Like dis," Shaquanda says adjusting the angle so the 
shaft makes contact with Lisa's clitoris. "Dats it, 
nice, smooth rhythms. Ya see how pleasant dat feels?"

"Uh-huh," Lisa responds.

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

Lisa discovers that Shaquanda has let go of her hand, 
so she slows down, redirecting the shaft slightly so 
Shaquanda won't notice, and minimizes the stimulation 
to herself. She doesn't want to do these perverted 
things even if they feel good physically.

But Shaquanda pays very close attention. Having played 
with Lisa's pussy so much, she knows exactly what 
arouses her most. "No, no, like dis," she instructs, 
manually correcting Lisa's hands to resume proper 
angle and cadence. "Oooooh, yeah, dat feels better, 
huh?"

Lisa begins writhing from an intense orgasm.

Shaquanda stands back, "Dat's a good girl. Make 
yurself cum for me. Oooooh, yeah, uh-huh, dat feels so 
good. Isn't that nice?"

It's like being trapped in an opposite Universe where 
only physical pleasure matters. Things Lisa considers 
awful –

Shaquanda calls nice; wicked like masturbating for 
another woman – Shaquanda praises as good. Lisa 
resists, but gradually begins accepting the warped 
reality.

Shaquanda answers the knock at her door. She and 
Reggie anticipated an eventual visit from the police 
and had tidied her apartment weeks ago, eliminating 
almost every trace of Lisa.

"We're looking for this person," the grey haired 
Detective Jones states in a monotone voice showing 
Shaquanda a picture of Lisa. He looks tired, ready for 
retirement with dark, puffy pouches beneath his eyes, 
and teeth yellowed from the cigarettes and coffee that 
got him through many lonely nights working long hours.

To avoid possible suspicion Shaquanda is extremely 
cooperative, "Oh, yes, I remember her. Such a pretty, 
young woman – she was a new case worker with Social 
Services. She came by a few weeks ago. I told her my 
kids were living with my sister. She said she would 
correct the files and left," Shaquanda explains.

"Did she come inside?" Detective Jones inquires.

"No," Shaquanda replies. Having nothing to hide 
Shaquanda invites the detective in, "But you're more 
than welcome to look around if you wish."

"Thank you – if you don't mind, I'll just be a few 
minutes."

Detective Jones finds his way into Shaquanda's bedroom 
where Lisa's sexual assault began. Nothing out of the 
ordinary here –pink silk panties on the dresser the 
detective assumes belong to Shaquanda even though far 
too small to fit her. He doesn't realize they belonged 
to Lisa. As he prepares to exit the room, a cloth bag 
sitting on the floor by the door snags his notice. He 
briefly peaks inside the sac and observes the huge 
dildo and sensual lubricant Shaquanda has been using 
on Lisa for several weeks over Reggie's. Lisa's DNA is 
all over the toy. If he examines it closer, he will 
find a couple of her Caucasian pubic hairs as well.

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

"I hope ya find the girl," Shaquanda comments, 
escorting detective Jones out. "I sometimes worry 
about my own safety around here."

The case was already cold by the time police were 
contacted.

Shaquanda's apartment complex, a known drug hole, sees 
lots of middle class traffic – yuppies making their 
weekend recreational drug purchases. Lisa's car 
blended with these other vehicles and none of the 
neighbors recall Lisa or her Acura. Lisa simply 
disappeared without any leads. Detective Jones has 
seen it all before though, and has his suspicions. A 
gorgeous young wife like Lisa married to a serviceman 
stationed overseas could get lonely. Perhaps she found 
someone else and disappeared on purpose.

Lisa losses track of how much time passes in the 
dilapidated apartment. She remains naked and isolated 
from the outside world in a drugged stupor with Reggie 
or Shaquanda always watching.

Without outside contact – internet, email, text 
messages, television, radio, or newspaper – Lisa 
misses the headlines about the gorgeous, young social 
worker and Army wife who disappeared and the 
unsuccessful search to find her.

On occasions when Lisa's thoughts clear, she ponders 
the horrible, disgusting things she's doing with 
Reggie and Shaquanda. She misses Doug and weeps, 
remembering their weekend bike rides together before 
he joined the Army. Doesn't he notice her letters 
stopped and realize she is gone? Why hasn't anyone 
come looking for her yet?

With Reggie frequently away on business, Shaquanda 
spent a lot of time cultivating bisexuality in Lisa. 
Lisa lays in bed on her back and allows Shaquanda to 
guide her legs into an open position with her feet 
close to her butt and her knees pointing in opposite 
directions away from each other.

"Dat's nice like dat. Ya ready, Baby?" Shaquanda asks 
spreading open Lisa's slit with her fingers and 
bringing the lubed dildo to her opening.

"Please, Shaquanda, my family is going to look for me. 
If you let me go I promise I'll never tell anyone 
about… Oh," Lisa exclaims, interrupted in mid 
sentence.

Shaquanda inserted the dildo in Lisa and begins 
fucking her with it. It has been well over a month 
since Shaquanda and Reggie abducted her. Lisa has 
grown more accustomed to sexually partnering with them 
and to receiving the drugs. Shaquanda in particular 
spends hours intimately touching Lisa, making Lisa 
lose most of her revulsion toward lesbianism like a 
young, straight girl in prison forced each night into 
sharing her bed and body with a bulldog cellmate. The 
relationship eventually grows natural and voluntary to 
the formerly heterosexual girl, who ultimately bonds 
with the lesbian who initially molested her.

"No one's even noticed ya gone, Baby. Ya family don't 
care about ya anymore. No one is looking for ya," 
Shaquanda lies without breaking the cadence of the 
dildo. She culls Lisa's clitoris and begins playing 
with it. "Ya husband be fucking other girls by now 
just like ya is fucking me and Reggie. We is yur 
family and we love ya and are taking care of ya."

"Ooooooooh," Lisa gasps.

"Oh, dat feels good there, huh?" Shaquanda observes, 
rubbing Lisa's clit while sliding the dildo over her 
g-spot.

"Uh-huh, oooooh," Lisa replies. You're going to make 
me cum."

"I know. I love it when ya cum for me. Open yur mouth 
and let me kiss ya, Baby," Shaquanda says.

Lisa knows it's sick, but she is already catching 
whatever disease makes Shaquanda so perverted, and 
with a hint of hesitation opens her lips for their 
tongues to meet.

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

Shaquanda returns her attention back to Lisa's clit. 
It was time to make her girlfriend cum.

"Ooooh, yur pussy feels so good, oooooh yeah, I'm 
gonna make ya cum for me, uh-huh, dat feels so nice," 
Shaquanda gently speaks.

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

*

She woke in Reggie's arms. It is still night, but she 
can make out shadows forming absurd patterns in the 
blackness. His long, thick cock presses against her 
thigh as he sleeps. He is back from another trip and 
they already fucked like rabbits earlier that evening 
yet he is hard again. Lisa can't believe Reggie's 
incredible stamina and recovery time. Nor can she help 
comparing how sex with this black man lasts so much 
longer and occurrs far more often than it ever did 
with Doug.

This is her life now, a life entirely of drugs and 
sex, being only with Reggie and Shaquanda. Her days as 
a professional woman, of pursuing interests and 
hobbies like literature, music, art, dance, fitness 
and fashion, of interacting with intelligent people in 
normal ways not involving some form of intercourse, 
masturbation or shooting drugs, drifts closer to 
distant memory.

"Get's on yur side," Reggie says. He woke up and wants 
to fuck again.

Reggie doesn't need to ask Lisa twice. She knows what 
he wants and learned after the first days with him 
that when she doesn't give it, he will give her more 
drugs and take her by force anyway. Lisa rolls on her 
side.

Reggie's hand reaches under her left knee bringing her 
leg upward and over him – into position for entry from 
the side. Lisa reaches down and gently aims Reggie's 
cock for him.

Lisa progressed like other girls he tamed in the past 
– no complaints anymore about having sex with him, or 
requests for him to wear rubbers.

In the beginning Lisa wasn't accustomed to so much 
sex, and dreaded having it with Reggie, especially 
without barrier protection, which only added to an 
intimacy she didn't want with him. Even her husband, 
Doug, always used rubbers so she wouldn't get 
pregnant.

But Reggie made a point of boning Lisa without wearing 
condoms. Sharing body fluids with Reggie became less 
and less alien to her.

"Oh, oooh, uh-huh, ooooooh," Lisa moans. He makes her 
experience sex naturally without anything separating 
his penis from her. Lisa has grown fonder of actually 
feeling him and not a latex membrane. But during 
moments of lucidity from her otherwise drug altered 
reality she realizes she is in hell and hates her 
empty life filled with carnal pleasure.

"I is gonna cum in ya, Baby," Reggie announces.

"Oh, oh, naaaaah, okay, uh-huh, I'm cumming too," Lisa 
replies in cadence with Reggie's thrusts and the 
squeaky springs in their bed.

Lisa doesn't protest. When he wants to, he fills her 
pussy anyway no matter how she begs or cries.

The familiar flood of Reggie's warm fluid flows into 
her; his thrusts slow. He fills her with baby-making 
spunk again.

"Oh, I came," Lisa mumbles. Reggie's flaccid cock 
remains in her after releasing its load. Just before 
falling back to sleep with it still inside her, Lisa 
amazingly notes how even completely soft, Reggie's 
penis is much larger than Doug's fully erect.

*

Sunlight leaks through cracks in the tightly drawn 
blinds and wakes Lisa. Reggie's arm hangs across her 
chest, his hand holding her breast. He hasn't given 
her any drugs since yesterday, which enables Lisa to 
think more clearly than she has in a long time.

Lisa knows Reggie will have his usual morning erection 
when he rises and relieve it in her. This day will be 
like all the others and the morning fuck will only be 
the beginning. If sex had calories, Reggie and 
Shaquanda would weigh 900 pounds each. But if she can 
somehow get out of the bed without waking him, she can 
escape from this horrible nightmare.

Lisa slowly lifts Reggie's hand from her breast and 
places it on his pillow. Now to get out of the bed 
without making it shake or the springs squeak – she 
manages to do it and doesn't wake him.

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

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

Lisa gathers her courage, takes a deep breath like a 
diver preparing to descend deep water; she would do 
this naked if necessary.She tries opening the door – 
made of dark, solid oak badly needing varnish – but 
it's dead bolted. She goes to the window only to 
discover it fastened shut with rusty burglar bars over 
its dusty, cracked glass.

From the window they appear to be on the fifth or 
sixth floor of some abandoned tenement overlooking a 
small alley and facing the back wall of

another building, perhaps a warehouse, made of brick. 
She doesn't recognize their location and the alley 
looks deserted. This is the first time in weeks Lisa 
has glimpsed outside and the daylight hurts her eyes.

She closes the blinds releasing specks into the air. 
Lisa needs to find the key to the deadbolt. But she's 
starting to feel really awful, like she is coming down 
with the flu or something worse. She enters the 
kitchen and looks in a few draws. A spoon and syringe 
lay on a badly stained countertop beside an old gas 
stove. Lisa doesn't know what is wrong with her, but 
she can't continue.

Reggie opens his eyes and jumps from bed. Lisa is 
gone, her spot cold! He faces serious jail time if she 
found the key and went to the police. He runs into the 
living room and breathes a sigh of relief finding his 
prize rocking on the couch.

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

Reggie knows exactly what's ailing her. The drugs he 
gives some of his girls to keep them from straying 
really fuck them up and he's glad he never used any 
himself. This close call proves why he needs to get 
some girls hooked.

"Ya needs to remind me to give ya yur medicine, Baby," 
Reggie says with a sickening smile. He goes to the 
kitchen and returns a short while later with the 
rubber tourniquet and syringe.

"Here ya go, Baby." Reggie hands Lisa the needle. "Let 
me help ya get this on." He ties the rubber hose 
tightly around her bicep.

"Can you do it for me this time?" Lisa asks.

Lisa watches Reggie put the contents of the hypodermic 
needle in her vein, each injection draining some of 
her aspirations and life in exchange. He gives her an 
extra dose this time because of the scare. When he 
releases her tourniquet, Lisa closes her eyes and 
whispers, "Oh… thank you, Reggie."

"Yur welcome, baby – now let's get back in bed. Ya see 
how hard I am for ya dis morning?"

Lisa dumbly stares at Reggie's big, hard cock a moment 
until he brings her to her feet. She never saw a black 
one until his and wonders if all black men are 
similarly endowed. She holds Reggie's arm to avoid 
falling as he escorts her to bed.

*

When Shaquanda lets herself in later that day, a 
symphony of squeaky bedsprings and Lisa's erotic 
grunts penetrate the bedroom walls and fill the 
apartment, "Uh, uh, uh, ah, oh, oh, Reggie, oooh, 
aaaah, oooooooh, oh, ah, uh-huh, oh!!!!!"

The surrounding residents on Reggie's payroll – and 
loyal to him – all know when their landlord has a new 
"girlfriend" by overhearing passionate female cries 
when he makes them cum. Lisa isn't the first girl 
Reggie kept here, but her groans are among the most 
entertaining.

"He's at it again with her," Shaquanda chuckles to 
herself. Almost every time she visits lately, Reggie 
is either drilling Lisa's pussy for oil, or making her 
swallow his own gushers. He has an insatiable appetite 
for taking innocent white girls, but so does 
Shaquanda.

"Oh, please, I'm cuming for you Reggie! Oooooh, that 
feels so good. That's nice. Oh yeah, my pussy feels so 
good. You're making me cum! Oh!" Shaquanda hears Lisa 
yell.

They moan into each other's mouths French kissing when 
Shaquanda enters their room. Lisa's legs lock around 
Reggie's ass. Her fingers dig into his back. Shaquanda 
imagines this naïve girl never dreamed of being fucked 
so much. The drugs Reggie keeps her on probably really 
spice things up for her too.

Their moans grow loader, their thrusts faster and 
harder.

Shaquanda watches the way Lisa's pussy appears to suck 
on Reggie's dark cock, like it does with the dildo she 
uses on her.

Its lips tightly stretch around his shaft, mirroring 
Reggie's movements and flashing a rim of pink around 
his black rod each time they back away from each 
other. Lisa's clear pussy juice coating Reggie's cock 
turns white as his cum mixes with her own natural 
lubricant. Their motions slow and their kiss ends.

"Oh, Reggie," Lisa exclaims.

Lisa peaks over Reggie's shoulder and sees Shaquanda 
watching them. Reggie pulls out and gets off the bed.

Lisa is obviously still excited, spread open with 
Reggie's cum trilling from her freshly fucked pussy, 
her engorged clit and labia clearly visible to 
Shaquada along with her very erect nipples. Between 
the drugs and having been with Shaquanda and Reggie so 
often, Lisa has lost almost all self-consciousness 
about her body and feels little inhibition in front of 
them anymore.

The only interaction Lisa receives is with Shaquanda 
or Reggie. The drugs weaken her emotionally. Lisa, 
like all humans, needs contact with others even if 
that means sexually with her captors.

"Hi Shaquanda, do you want to make love with me?" Lisa 
asks, knowing full well whenever Shaquanda comes over, 
it's time for girl on girl action either with the 
dildo or some other adventure.

The old Lisa never dreamed of fucking another man or 
engaging in lesbianism. She never found black men 
attractive and thought sex with another woman gross. 
Now she is in a '69' eating Shaquanda's pussy.

The first few times, even though drugged, Lisa cried 
enough to fill an ocean when forced to participate in 
these perversions. But eventually Lisa's tears 
diminished, and at some point stopped completely.

"Ooooh, yeah, uh-huh, ya like that?" Shaquanda asks 
stroking the hood of Lisa's clitoris back exposing its 
glans.

"Oh, oh, oooooooh, yeah, you make my pussy feel so 
good," Lisa responds, reciprocating by sticking her 
tongue in Shaquanda's snatch.

"Oh, yeah, ya like the way pussy tastes," Shaquanda 
mewls.

Forced repitition formed sexual preferences, behaviors 
– habits in Lisa that she previously considered 
abhorrent. Lisa reaches up around Shaquanda's buttocks 
to separate her thighs further. Lisa is starting to 
find pussy particularly piquant; it's growing on her. 
"Uh-huh, uh-huh, aah," Lisa moans. Shaquanda knows 
just how to touch Lisa and makes her cum on a dime.

Lisa's face leaves the news cycle. The police have no 
leads. World events continue and she joins the growing 
number of missing souls. Gradually, the people close 
to Lisa accept her loss and go on with their lives.

Doug takes Lisa's loss hard. He counts his young, 
beautiful wife, in the prime of life, as a likely 
murder victim of some unknown psychopath. He cries 
nights thinking of ways she may have suffered before 
her end. Did her murderer rape her before killing her? 
Was she scared or in pain? Did she think about him 
when she died?

Doug uses his funeral leave to mourn his loss of Lisa, 
and then returns to Afghanistan. A young, widowed 
serviceman, he soon meets another girl and thinks less 
about Lisa. He eventually becomes an officer in the 
Army, remarries, and has kids with his new wife.

But every once in a while Doug revisits his brief time 
with Lisa: her captivating smile that lit up the room 
when she laughed, extraordinary wit, and their 
carefree weekend bicycle rides together as a young 
couple in love before he joined the Army.

Drugs and sex slowly erase the Lisa Doug remembers. 
Doug's new wife assumes the life Lisa started with 
him, while Lisa becomes a bi-sexual fuck doll for a 
black thug – an empty, drug addicted slut, a shell of 
her former self with a hot body Reggie shares with 
girlfriends and sometimes his male buddies too.

*

Several years after Lisa's disappearance, Reggie 
throws a party for his friends and the drug dealers 
working for him at one of the strip clubs he owns. 
It's one of the rare occasions when Lisa gets to leave 
the apartment. Unlike his other girls, Reggie doesn't 
share Lisa with men very often. But tonight is 
special.

Lisa wears a pink thong under a tight, black leather 
mini skirt and matching leather halter top that leaves 
her cute belly button and flat abdomen visible. Reggie 
brings Lisa to his private suite in back of the club, 
where he introduces her to his friend Ray – the same 
man who disposed of her car years ago helping Reggie 
destroy her life and make her disappear.

On her knees in a dimly lit room, Lisa sucks Ray's 
cock. The walls shake from music strippers pole dance 
to outside. He isn't as large as Reggie, but his black 
cock is still a significant piece of meat to slurp. 
Her thin fingers barely wrap Ray's shaft, gently 
jerking it while rolling his heavy testicles with her 
other hand. Reggie lifts her mini-skirt, pulls her 
thong to the side, and pushes his cock into her ass.

"Mmmmmph, mmmmmmph, mmmmmmph," Lisa groans with her 
mouth full of cock each time Reggie thrusts. She ends 
up on top of Ray with his cock in her pussy and 
Reggie's still in her ass.

"Oh, ooooh, aaaah, ooooh, I'm cuming, oh my God, 
oooooooooooooh, yes," Lisa screams. The double fuck 
makes her cum like crazy.

On the way back to Reggie's apartment that evening 
Lisa sees Doug for the last time. She bounces on 
Reggie's lap in her miniskirt riding her pussy on his 
cock when their limo stops at a traffic light. Through 
the tinted windows she spies Doug leaving the movie 
theater.

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

For a second Lisa feels a ray of hope. She rises up 
about to dismount Reggie and jump from the vehicle 
when Doug wraps his arm around a cute girl beside him. 
The girl wears a wedding band and holds a baby 
resembling Doug.

Lisa slides down Reggie's cock again, turns away from 
the sight of her husband with his new wife, and 
resumes her coital rhythm without Reggie noticing the 
interruption.

Lisa needs a fix. Her arms reach around the back of 
Reggie's neck and she hugs him tightly. The light 
turns green and Lisa watches Doug and his wife get 
smaller in the distance from over Reggie's shoulder as 
the limo speeds away.

Lisa has long forgotten what Shaquanda flippantly told 
her years ago. But Shaquanda's prophecy rings true 
nonetheless: if God exists, He abandoned Lisa when she 
met Shaquanda and Reggie, and for some unknown reason 
allowed Satan to possess her as one of his concubines. 
There is no hope for her or any of Reggie's girls once 
they swallow from his cup of perversions and 
experience the ecstasies it contains.

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