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Black Dominated Family, Parts V-IX
by Scatwoman (scatwoman@aol.com)

***

Now that Luke Powers has taken each of the Whitebreads, 
he sets about transforming their lives forever. They now 
must worship at the Church of the Black Cock (his cock), 
Butch will never be able to enjoy football the same way 
again, Chuck's job becomes an exercise in humiliation 
and his wife Wendy and their daughter Missy spend every 
waking moment being fucked masterfully by their black 
invader. (Mdom/MFfm, nc, rp, inc, mast, oral, anal, 
intr, bi, bd, ws)

***

Chapter 5: LOSING THEIR RELIGION

All weekend, Luke raped Wendy, Missy, Butch and Chuck. 
Wendy and Missy were quickly and easily turned, to 
Chuck's dismay. Butch fought and struggled and swore 
every time, which just angered their big black captor 
and made Luke be even rougher with him. He would pin 
Butch down and spank his ass raw until the angry teen 
was crying, then ass-fuck him like an animal, leaving 
him gaping and dripping Luke's warm nigger spunk.

Luke devoted most of his time to Chuck's wife, Wendy, 
though. She was clearly his favorite. He loved her "phat 
ass booty" and would get hard just seeing it, stroking 
himself and saying "MM, gonna tap that ass again!" Wendy 
loved the attention and came every time. Luke loved 
hearing Wendy cum on his fuckstick, especially when it 
was in her ass. "AGGGHHH, Gonna bust a nut in yo fat 
ASS!" he would howl as he drove his big black prick in 
to the hilt and blow another huge load into her guts. 
Wendy would be reaching back, holding on to his 
muscular, pumping ass cheeks, pulling him into her, 
coaxing out as much cum from him with her contracting 
ass muscles as she could.

For every session with Wendy, Missy or Butch, Chuck 
would be restrained (with rope, handcuffs or Luke's 
belt) and forced to watch. Sometimes he would scream and 
yell at Luke to stop. Sometimes he would plead with Luke 
to show some semblance of decency. Sometimes he would 
simply just cry like a baby. By the end of the weekend, 
he would just watch with a detached sense of 
resignation. 

Early Sunday morning, when it was time to get ready for 
Church, Luke had them all shower together (washing each 
other), then dress in their Sunday best. They looked 
like a perfectly chaste, respectable well-off, moral 
white Church-going family.

Then Luke gathered them in the kitchen and held up their 
Bible. He informed them that they would be going to a 
NEW church now. None of this worshipping some long-
haired whiteboy "peace-loving" wimp. From now on, they'd 
be worshipping their new God in the Church of the Black 
Cock: HIM, a long-dicked nigger "mean motherfuckin" 
pimp.

Wendy cried, Missy seemed to like the idea and Butch was 
stunned speechless, looking to Chuck for some sign that 
he wasn't going to let his black man commit this 
sacrilege on top of everything else.

Chuck felt the weight of his son's expectant stare and, 
despite his fear, spoke up. Chuck said God was watching 
and that Luke would go to Hell for this unless he let 
them go and relented. To keep them from church and then 
blaspheme by presuming to take Christ's place in their 
lives was a mortal sin. To save his eternal soul, he 
should leave their house, turn himself in to the police 
and seek redemption!

Luke looked extremely annoyed and asked Chuck to step 
forward. Chuck did. Luke stared at him for a second and 
just as Chuck was about to open his mouth again, Luke 
expertly spun Chuck around, pulled off his belt and tied 
it around his neck. Chuck choked and was completely 
stunned. He struggled, but Luke managed to wrap the belt 
around his arms, tying them so they were awkwardly 
crossed behind his back. Luke then pulled Chuck's pants 
down leaving him bare-assed, dragged him to a chair and 
laid him across his lap. With their large, monogrammed 
leather bible, Luke spanked the FUCK out of the head of 
the household.

Chuck screamed and flailed and cried, tears and drool 
puddling on the floor under him. Luke spanked his white 
ass so hard, Chuck pissed himself and Luke pushed him to 
the ground and shoved his face in it, telling him to 
lick it up while he continued to spank him. By the time 
Luke finished with Chuck, the bound and beaten father 
lay exhausted on the kitchen floor, soaking in his own 
piss, sweat and tears and had two swollen red ass cheeks 
with their family monogram imprinted on them.

Luke then turned to the others and growled, "any more 
non-believers?"

Nobody dared speak up. Wendy's tears had been cut short 
by the sudden violence of what had just happened in 
front of her. Missy was grinning broadly and rubbing her 
bible between her legs, stimulating her moist teen cunt. 
Butch was paralyzed by shock and fear. This black 
bastard had just completely dominated, beaten and 
subdued the father he'd looked up and idolized to his 
whole life. His Dad never even had a chance to put up a 
fight. Whatever rebelliousness had initially been 
stirred up in Butch had now run for it's skinny white 
ass's life and hidden away someplace safe.

Luke then went on to hold a little "educational" 
session. He first asked if they all recalled how God 
made Man. They said yes. He said "in his own image, 
correct?" and they agreed. He then asked them where Man 
originated, according to all archaeologists. 
Reluctantly, they agreed: Man originated in Africa. 
"Well then," Luke concluded, "If the first Man was from 
Africa, he was black. And if the first Man was black and 
God created him in his own image then... God is a Black 
Man!"

Wendy gasped at this realization. Somehow this had never 
occurred to her, but it was an irrefutable argument, it 
made total sense. Chuck saw Wendy's spiritual turmoil 
and saw her beginning to mentally convert to Luke's 
vision of God and felt a bit of himself die inside. He 
was losing Wendy. The Missy ate it up, screaming "Amen!" 
as she rubbed her soaking pussy on her Bible's thick 
binding.

Only Butch refused to stomach this blasphemy. 
"BULLSHIT!" he screamed, "God isn't some NIGGER!!!"

Luke smiled at this and walked over to Butch, standing 
directly in front of him, his still-hard cock dangling 
in front of the teen boy's face and stinking of Chuck's 
shit.

"Oh yes he is, whiteboi," Luke grinned, "He it the 
grand-daddy master pimp in the sky! And I am his 
Messiah! Now since you're on your knees, worship your 
Black God and suck my dick, bitch!"

"Fuck y-MMRPPHRRMHHPH!!" Butch began to yell, only to be 
cut off by Luke grabbing him by the hair, pulling his 
head back and shoving his dirty, shit-streaked cock down 
the boy's protesting throat.

"Nonbelievers will be fucked into conversion, son," Luke 
informed him, "once you have tasted of my holy seed, you 
will see the truth and feel it inside of you." Luke 
snickered and face-fucked the boy with furious fervor, 
calling out "amen, brother!", "FEEL the power of God in 
you!" and finally "hallelujah!" as he sank his full meat 
into the boy's distended throat and blew his sacred load 
into Butch's belly.

Butch writhed and gagged on the impaled cock, trying to 
breathe. His eyes were wide-open and tears streamed from 
them as he looked up at the black God, begging for mercy 
with his gaze. There was no escaping. A brown ring of 
shit-slime from his dad's ass had formed around his lips 
and dripped down his chin and cheeks. 

Wendy saw the sight of the white boy kneeling before the 
much larger, stronger, muscular naked black God, the 
morning sun shining through the window behind them and 
illuminating them with a seemingly holy glow. The vision 
was a beautiful one and she found herself instantly 
converted to the Church of Black Cock. Tears of joy 
streamed down her face. "Amen," she cried.

Luke finally pulled out of Butch, leaving the boy to 
fall forward, mucus and shit-slime dripping from his 
mouth. But none of Luke's jizz came out, it had been 
deposited too deeply.

"Now, bitch-boy, tell me who your God is," Luke 
demanded.

Butch, exhausted from the fervent face-fucking and 
wanting to avoid any further attempts at "conversion," 
said what he had to.

"You are..." he choked.

"That's right," Luke grinned, "now kiss my cock and 
thank me for bestowing upon you my holy seed."

Butch reluctantly rose to his knees again and leaned 
forward, "thank you, Black God, for your holy seed," he 
muttered unconvincingly and placed a kiss on the head of 
Luke's cock.

Luke lifted up his large, hefty cock and presented his 
big, black balls to Butch, "and thank my balls as well."

Butch kissed each ball as ordered.

Luke, grinning evilly as his power, turned around and 
squatted in front of Butch, "and, finally, my asshole. 
Thank it and kiss it."

Butch backed away. There was no way he was going to kiss 
this black man's dirty asshole!

"Bitch, do I need to fuck the light of God into you 
again?!" Luke growled.

Butch, shaking, reluctantly leaned forward and kissed 
one of Luke's cheeks, quickly, and backed off.

"What the fuck was that?!" Luke complained, "That sure 
didn't feel like the kiss of a true believer!" Luke 
reached back and spread his cheeks to reveal his 
wrinkled browneye, "Get your lips in there and kiss that 
shitter right on the eye, boy! Show it you love your 
Black God or I'm going to fuck the shit out of you for 
the rest of the day until you have a religious 
experience on my fuckstick!!!"

Butch, quivering in fear at the threat, did as told. He 
leaned forward and placed his lips directly on the black 
man's dirty, stinking asshole and kissed it, audibly. He 
tried to pull back, but Luke grabbed his head and held 
it there.

"Good, now thank it," Luke ordered.

"Thank you," Butch's muffled voice came from between the 
black man's deep, muscular asscheeks. Missy giggled at 
this.

"I don't fuckin' believe you, boy," Luke groused, "you 
better put some feelin' into that!"

"Thank you master," Butch moaned, "thank you for showing 
me the truth... I love your asshole..."

Luke's face lit up with perverse surprise at this 
unprompted ad-libbing, "Oh do you! You wanna worship at 
the altar of my black asshole?"

"Y... yes, Master," Butch would say whatever Luke wanted 
to end this ordeal.

"Then worship it, asswipe!" Luke demanded, "Get that 
tongue to work! Lick and kiss that asshole 'til it's 
sparkling clean!"

Butch cried at this, but Luke pushed his head firmly 
into his ass crack and Butch could not escape. His 
skinny arms pushed impotently on Luke's massive, 
muscular thighs, but he might as well have been pushing 
tree trunks. There was no escaping this.

"Do it, bitch, or I'm gonna take a shit down your 
fuckin' worthless white throat!!!" Luke screamed.

Butch, knowing Luke was probably not bluffing, went to 
work. He licked and kissed and sucked Luke's asshole for 
all he was worth, doing his best to please the black 
bastard and get it over with. As repulsive as it was to 
him, mentally, he had to admit it wasn't as bad as being 
forced to eat Missy's mouthful of hard-packed crap that 
first day.

"MMmm, that's good boy, I ain't had a shower in over a 
week!" Luke praised the teen, "it's gettin' ripe up in 
there!"

Butch continued to lick and suck and kiss the black 
man's asshole until it was, as commanded, sparkling 
clean.

"Good," Luke commended him, "Now the inside."

Butch's eyes opened wide. Did Luke really say what he 
thought he said? INSIDE?!

"The temple must be clean inside and out, boy!" Luke 
insisted, "now get that tongue to work!"

Butch reluctantly slid his tongue out and into the black 
man's asshole. He was surprised at how easily it slid 
in, and at how intensely awful the taste of the inside 
of the black man's ass was.

"Mmm, that's right - now get that nice shit-licking 
tongue ALL the way in there, boy!" Luke instructed him, 
"deep as you can go!"

Butch did as told and Luke helped by pushing his head in 
between his asscheeks even harder. Soon Butch's jaw was 
as open as it could be and his tongue was fully inserted 
into the Black Man's asshole.

"Oh my god, this is so fucking awesome!" Missy giggled 
at the sight.

"Yeah, I can feel it up in there, not bad, faggot," Luke 
praised the boy, "now wiggle it around in there, lick 
the shit off my asswalls."

Gagging and retching, Butch did as told. All reluctance 
was gone, he had fallen into a state of total obedience, 
driven there by the depths of depravity he found himself 
in. All he wanted to do was satisfy this sadist so he 
could get the ordeal over with and escape from his 
clutches. He'd learned his lesson, he wasn't going to 
speak up against him again!

After about 10 minutes of licking the inside of Luke's 
ass clean, Luke finally said Butch had done a thorough 
job. But before he let Butch go, he pressed the boy's 
face into his ass so hard that his nose was blocked and 
he couldn't breathe.

"What's the matter, boy? A little short on air?" Luke 
chuckled as he held the boy that way, feeling him writhe 
and panic as he ran out of air. The teen began to buck 
and thrash as he felt himself about to black out from 
lack of oxygen.

"Here," Luke offered helpfully, "I got a nice fresh 
breeze for ya!"

Luke then ripped a huge, nasty, shitty fart directly 
into the boy's wide-open mouth, forcing it down his 
lungs. Butch flailed and thrashed, his hands vainly 
slapping at Luke's thighs and cheeks to escape, but he 
had no choice but to breathe in the foul fart for air. 
He gave up the fight and Missy and Wendy watched in 
rapt, depraved awe as they saw the boy give in and start 
breathing again - only this time he was breathing in and 
out the air of Luke's ass gas.

"Good boy," Luke praised him, "you learn quick. Soon all 
of you will learn that everything you need to live on 
comes from my body. You will eat my cum, drink my piss 
and breathe my air. I alone give you life and you will 
worship me and thank me for it. Isn't that right, bitch 
boy?!"

Luke pulled Butch off his ass and the boy gasped for 
fresh air. Shit-stained saliva ran down his chin and 
neck.

"WELL?!!" Luke held Butch painfully by the hair and 
screamed into his face.

"Y-Yes, Master!" the thoroughly intimidated and defeated 
boy stammered, "thank you, Master!"

"Very good," Luke finally let the boy go and he fell to 
the floor, gasping and choking.

"Now," Luke made a wide gesture, "Sunday services will 
begin."

And, with that, Luke tore the fine, Sunday church 
clothes off of each of them and, in turn, raped them 
all.

Luke took Wendy first, pinning her to the kitchen 
counter, mauling her tits and French kissing her deep 
from behind. He was grinding his hard cock between her 
cheeks through her pretty white sundress. Suddenly he 
tore her dress open from the front, making her gasp and 
jump, then grabbed her bra and snapped it in half, 
leaving her huge white tits to flop out. As he fondled 
her bare tits, he dry-humped her ass hard against the 
counter. She moaned and Chuck could smell her getting 
wet and aroused, even over the stench of his own piss.

After grinding into her this way for a few minutes, he 
stepped back, but shoved her head forward so she was 
bent over, face-down, on the kitchen counter. With his 
other hand, he grabbed the back of her dress then yanked 
so hard that he tore it off her entirely, leaving it in 
shreds on the kitchen floor. She yelped at his, but he 
kept her face-down and started spanking her ass, through 
her white pantyhose. She squealed and writhed, but 
flushed more and more with arousal with each strike.

When he slid down and squatted behind her, grabbing one 
rounded butt cheek in each hand, she stayed bent over 
and let him do whatever he wanted. Luke bit her sore ass 
a couple times making her wince in pain and groan in 
pleasure. Then suddenly, he dug the fingers of both 
hands into her ass-crack and tore a large hole in the 
seat of the pantyhose, tearing her flowery panties as 
well. This left her asshole and dripping wet pussy 
exposed and vulnerable. This made her groan and stick 
her ass out at him. He dove in and tongue-fucked her 
freshly-showered asshole with his long, thick, muscular 
tongue. Even his tongue was much bigger and harder than 
Chuck's measly member.

Wendy made no motion to stop him, and Luke expertly 
worked her clit with his big black fingers while rimming 
her deep. Wendy sighed and writhed and ground her hips 
back onto Luke's face. Chuck was pretty sure she was 
about to cum, just from Luke tonguing her ass and 
rubbing her clit! Luke must have sensed this too, 
because he abruptly pulled away from her, making her 
whimper is frustration.

Luke quickly unzipped his zipper and yanked out his 
rock-hard 14-incher from his white pants (the same 
conservative outfit he'd arrived in Friday morning). He 
grabbed Wendy's hair at the back of her head and pulled 
back hard, making her cry out as he simultaneously drove 
his throbbing-hard cock deep into her moist, slightly 
open asshole.

Wendy screamed and cried with each deep thrust, 
fingernails scratching the kitchen counter in vain - 
trying to find something to hold onto while she was 
pummeled mercilessly.

From his position on the floor next to Luke and Wendy, 
Chuck had a perfect view from below of Luke's enormous 
member disappearing into his beautiful wife's pretty 
asshole over and over again. Stretching it obscenely, 
pushing it into her on the instrokes and making it 
extrude outward on the outstrokes. Her wet, swollen 
pussy would gape and stretch as he ploughed in and out 
of her ass, her juices of arousal dripping out in big 
dollops onto the floor beside him. She was clearly 
loving this anal assault - far more than any of the 
times he had ever made love to her. 

Chuck had always thought he was a good lover, Wendy had 
always told her it was "good" after and that it "felt 
good". But now he realized she had never cum before in 
her life before Luke. She probably didn't even know what 
an orgasm felt like until Luke showed her. As much as 
Chuck was distraught by his situation and by seeing his 
wife being taken in such rough manner by this black 
animal... he did think Wendy was never more beautiful 
than when she was sexually aroused and climaxing like 
a... like some... like a slut!

To Chuck's surprised, he realized his little dick was 
rock-hard, watching Luke sodomize his extremely horny 
and receptive wife. She was now reaching back and 
holding onto his muscular, massaging and fondling his 
powerful glutes as they drove his magnificent prick into 
her eager, supplicant ass. She was meeting his 
forestrokes with hungry backstrokes of her own, adding 
to the intensity of the buttfucking. Chuck could hear 
them moaning and kissing deeply and could tell Wendy was 
probably reaching back and pulling Luke's head to hers 
as they Frenched passionately.

Chuck couldn't help but be turned on. Here were two 
people in the height of passion doing an incredibly sexy 
act right in front of his face. He couldn't deny the raw 
eroticism of the display and neither could his dick. He 
contemplated reaching down to stroke himself, but didn't 
want to give that bastard Luke the pleasure of seeing 
him getting pleasure from having a "superior" black man 
rape his wife! 

But Chuck knew it WAS true... he could NEVER bring Wendy 
that kind of pleasure. He just wasn't what she needed. 
Chuck respected her too much to treat her like a whore 
the way Luke did. He could never be that rough with her. 
And, to be honest, Luke was more well-built than Chuck. 
Chuck was about Wendy's height and with a average build 
that's started to go soft from 15 years of desk-bound 
work. 

And there was no denying the sheer immensity of Luke's 
endowment... it was positively monstrous. Chuck had 
NEVER seen a penis that size - not in high school 
showers or at the gym. Of course, he's never seen a 
black man naked before. Maybe they WERE all that big, as 
Luke claimed? How could it be? How could one race of man 
be so much more generously endowed by God than another? 
How could God play such a cruel joke upon the white man? 
Give them power and dominion over the Earth and other 
races of man, make them smarter and more advanced and 
give them the one true faith... but then bestow on 
godless heathens in Africa such superior physicality? 
What was God's mysterious plan in all of this?

Chuck suddenly realized his hand had subconsciously 
drifted to his little, pale, raging-hard 3-incher and 
looked around self-consciously to see if anyone had 
noticed. Missy was completely oblivious to her father, 
she was in full-on heat watching Luke pummel her mom's 
thick white ass, rubbing her moist twat up and down the 
binding of her bible between her skirt and through her 
soaking-wet panties. Chuck could hear a squelching sound 
as she stroked the bible between her lips.

Then Chuck caught Butch's gaze and it made him freeze. 
Chuck was looking right at his Dad and his face was 
screwed up in a grimace of disgust. He saw Chuck 
grabbing his tiny, stiff pecker and was clearly both 
disgusted and disappointed in his father. Chuck could 
feel his son's respect for him drain away and he pulled 
his hand away and hid his stiffy in shame.

Luke then yanked Wendy from the counter and lifted her 
under her thighs so that both her legs were up in the 
air and he appeared to be supporting her with only his 
giant cock impaled in her bowels. She screamed and 
yelped as Luke spun her around so that her exposed, 
gaping pussy was bared for all to see. She reached both 
her arms back over her shoulders, wrapped them around 
Luke's thick neck and held on for dear life as Luke 
fucked her in mid-air with such ferocity that her huge 
tits flopped up and down almost hitting her in the face!

Chuck groaned at the sight and Missy started moaning as 
her bible-masturbating tempo increased.

Luke saw Missy in her clitoromaniacal state and called 
to her, "yo, baby-bitch, get you mouf over here and make 
yo mommy feel good!"

Missy didn't hesitate a second, scampering over hastily 
on her hands and knees and glued her mouth to her 
mother's quivering, aching cunt. Wendy squealed in 
delight at the sudden attention and rocked her hips to 
grind on her daughter's naughty mouth.

Missy loved the taste of her mother's hyper-aroused 
cunt's juices. She opened her mouth wide to encompass 
Wendy's whole pussy and sucked to create an air-tight 
seal to the vulva. She shoved her tongue into her 
mother's shuddering pussy walls and tasted her desire as 
it ran sweetly down her tongue and into her mouth. She 
swallowed hard, looking up into her mother's lidded, 
sex-glazed eyes. Wendy trembled and shook, on the 
precipice of a powerful orgasm.

Missy was still rubbing her cunt back and forth on her 
thick, hard-leather bound bible, grinding and bucking 
her hips as she devoured her mother's sex. Butch wanted 
to look away from the revolting scene in front of him, 
but just couldn't do it. He was as transfixed as Chuck, 
who was now grinding his hips into the pissy floor 
unconsciously, rubbing his little man-clit despite 
himself.

Luke slowed his tempo and focused on delivering several 
full-length, butt-quaking, gut-plunging, deep-dick ass-
rammings into Wendy and she exploded in uncontrollable 
orgasmic delirium. She lost control of every muscle in 
her body and flailed and flopped like a rag doll in 
Luke's powerful arms and relentless ass-pounding.

Missy kept her mouth glued hard to her mother's cunt and 
felt her mother's cunt convulsing on her tongue and 
tasted her hot cum pouring down her tongue, swallowing 
it down with perverse delight, rubbing herself furiously 
now on the good book. When she felt a second, harder 
stream of salty hot liquid spray into her mouth from a 
bit higher up, and hit her right in the back of the 
throat, she fell over the edge of her own building 
ecstasy and came like an animal, shuddering and 
twitching on the word of her old God.

Wendy continued to cum and pee uncontrollably in her 
daughter's mouth as Luke drove his monstrous blackness 
fully up into her bowels and held it there, flexing it 
and jerking it to make her FEEL ever inch. The 
hysterical matron thrashed her head from side-to-side 
babbling gibberish as she explosively climaxes without 
even the slightest restraint, self-awareness or shame.

Missy was now cumming hard, too, screaming into her 
mother's overflowing cunt, the girl's screams turning to 
gurgles as she ravenously swallowed down the mixture of 
her mother's cum and piss.

Chuck watched this and sobbed, even as he felt his 
little prick leaking a small amount of wimpy dick-
drizzle onto the floor.

Butch simply shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut 
and screamed through his gag at the top of his lungs, 
wanting to shut out the world. If his hands hadn't been 
tied behind his back to his ankles, he would have 
clamped his ears and run screaming from the house.

Eventually Wendy finally came to and felt Missy still 
softly kissing her engorged pussylips and running her 
tongue up between them, spreading them and sending 
thrills up her spine from her hyper-sensitive clit. She 
looked down at her daughter's post-orgasmic smiling face 
and gave her a loving, motherly expression.

"Oh... Missy..." she sighed, out of breath, "I'm 
sorry... I... I think I... I think I peed myself a 
little... did I?"

Missy looked Wendy right in her eyes with a lascivious 
leer and licked her mother's reddened cunt roughly a 
couple times and sucked her clit hard, causing Wendy to 
gasp sharply and moan. Missy then pulled her sucking 
lips off the swollen clit, pulling it out obscenely with 
her puckered lips. When it snapped back, Missy grinned 
and replied, "MMMmmm, yes, you did, mommy... you pissed 
a LOT!"

"OH!" Wendy blushed deeply, "I... I'm so sorry-"

"No, no," Missy stood up and grabbed her mother's huge, 
thrust-out tits and kneaded them roughly, "I LOVED it!" 
she sighed with her lips right at her mother's, "it 
tasted so GOOD... try it for yourself-" and she deeply 
and passionately French-kissed her mother, shoving her 
piss-soaked tongue into Wendy's supplicant mouth.

Wendy returned her passion and accepted her daughter's 
dirty tongue into her mouth, moaning and groaning as she 
licked and sucked it like a cock. She sucked the piss 
out of the drenched mouth organ and swallowed the sweet 
nectar of her own bladder like a thirsty little bird.

Chuck groaned at the display, only now realizing that 
Missy had just drunk down his wife's orgasm-induced 
piss.

Luke watched the multi-generational lesbian piss-kiss 
with appreciation, but decided it was time to interrupt 
this Sapphic aside.

"Look, this is nasty and all, you freaky-ass bitches," 
Luke grinned, "but y'all seem to have forgotten the most 
important thing here."

Wendy and Missy obediently broke their lip-lock and 
looked submissively at their black master.

"I ain't bust my nut, yet!" Luke expounded, "an' this 
ain't a party 'til I pop one off in SOMEBODY's ass!"

He effortlessly flipped Wendy upside-down and laid her 
on the floor on her shoulders, keeping her ass up in the 
air and bending her legs back so that her knees were at 
her shoulders. Her gaping ass and swollen pussy were 
sticking straight up, exposed and vulnerable for all to 
see.

"Girl, you sit on yo mom's face and lick my dick as I 
fuck yo mom's ass!" Luke commanded.

Missy smiled with glee and cheerily did as ordered. She 
plopped herself down on her mother's face - Wendy's nose 
buried between her cheeks and poking at Missy's petite 
browneye. Wendy moaned and grabbed Missy's ass cheeks, 
spreading them and diving in to her pussy & asshole 
feast.

Missy leaned forward and sucked Luke's raunchy, ass-
stanky cock as far as she could into her mouth while 
reaching into her mother's open asshole with both hands 
and spreading it apart as far as she could go. Luke 
leaned forward and spit a huge glob of spit on the base 
of his cock and it ran down into Missy's hardworking 
mouth, mixing with her own spit & drool and getting his 
cock nice and lubed up.

He popped it from the girl's tiny but eager mouth and 
Missy held open Wendy's gaping anus as Luke and Missy 
each spit several large gobs of saliva lube into the 
mother's anal cavity. Missy could see it puddling up 
inside and leaned her head back to hock up a nice, big, 
thick loogie and then put her mouth right over the 
yawning chocolate chasm and let the giant, viscous gob 
ooze from her puckered lips and plop sickeningly into 
her mother's gaping rectum with an audible "sploosh".

"A'right," Luke grunted aiming his cock straight down 
and standing right over the upturned, inviting ass-
crevasse, "this bitch be lubed enough - UNGH!!!"

Luke squatted down and shoved his whole cock into 
Wendy's ample butt with vicious ferocity. The copious, 
intermingled spit flowed out of her overstuffed asshole 
like hot lava and Missy dove in to suck it up and 
swallow it down. Her face was a goopy, sticky mess with 
strands of thick brown-stained saliva and mucus hanging 
from her nose, lips and chin as she rushed to slurp it 
all up.

Wendy's muffled scream vibrated Missy's cunt and the 
girl felt herself getting aroused all over again, 
beginning the build-up to yet another climax. She ground 
her hips down on her mother's face and sucked and licked 
on Luke's cock as it pile-drived her mother's defiled 
shit-hole. She could taste her mother's ass on it and 
only it turned her on even more.

As Missy licked and sucked the amazing cock-tower 
ploughing her mom's guts, she saw a lump of brown paste 
come out with it and get pooled up on her mother's 
stretched sphincter on re-entry. The foul stench of 
feces hit her nose and she squealed in perverse delight, 
"Oh, FUCK, mom! He's LITERALLY fucking the shit out of 
you!!!"

Wendy groaned in helpless humiliation, turned on by the 
debasement and completely overpowered by the savage ass-
up piledriving she was getting. Chuck looked into her 
eyes, but the woman he loved wasn't there at the moment. 
She had been transformed into a complete black-cock-
loving anal whore. No conscious thought was evident in 
her eyes, only raw, animalistic lust as she devoured her 
own daughter's cunt and asshole.

Missy dove right in and sucked up the clump of butt-
paste from her mother's asshole and swished it around 
with her tongue, mashing it and tasting it with her 
entire mouth as she kissed the spot where Luke's cock 
plunged deeply and repeatedly into her mother's bowels.

"MMMMMM" Missy groaned and swallowed the brown snack 
down, "Mommy, your shit it so yummy when it's been 
churned out by Luke's big black dick!"

Wendy groaned again, inexplicably turned on by the 
filthiness of her daughter's coprophagy and devoured 
Missy's asshole with enhanced vigor.

Missy continued to call out turdlets as she saw them get 
pulled out of Wendy's ass and sucked them up noisily, 
chewing on them with great fanfare and making a big, 
verbal show of how much she loved the taste of them, 
gulping them down with loud, convulsive motions. This 
turned Luke and Wendy on so much that the two of them 
came at the same time, Luke driving down and settling 
all of his weight on his cock, burying it to the balls 
in Wendy's utterly vanquished ass.

Wendy came screaming into Missy's cunt and the girl 
shoved her pussy down hard on her mother's mouth and 
rasped, "Now you drink MINE, mommy!" The sound of her 
piss spraying forcefully into her mother's wide-open 
mouth was an audible hiss and Wendy moaned and groaned 
as she gulped it down as fast as she could, all the 
while convulsing and jerking and climaxing around Luke's 
fully-impaled thick rod.

Luke cursed and swore and howled as he blew his massive 
load deep into Wendy's upturned bowels. "GODDAMN! 
MUTHAFUCKAH!!! UUNNNGGHHHH! SHIT!!!" he kept his dick 
buried to the hilt like Excalibur in the stone and 
jerked and twitched it as it fired copious gob after 
flaming gob of his potent black seed deep into her 
intestines.

"Ohhh, yeah..." Missy moaned as she pissed down her 
mom's throat and watched the base of Luke's cock throb 
and pulsate with each powerful ejaculation, "that's so 
fucking pretty!" she reached around and grabbed a hold 
of one of Luke's massive, throbbing balls - feeling them 
constrict and tighten as they pumped generous load after 
load of his superior black baby batter into her mother's 
deep anal abyss.

Chuck couldn't hold back anymore and came on the floor 
without even touching himself. His soft moans were only 
noticed by Butch who began to sob and cry at the waking 
nightmare before him that he could not escape from.

When Luke had finished pumping his cock-lava into 
Wendy's stuffed butt, he pulled out his elephantine 
member, still swollen and stiff, from deep inside the 
thoroughly sodomized MILF. Missy audibly gasped at the 
sight and stench of the shit that caked the full length 
of the monstrous weapon of ass destruction. She reached 
for it hypnotically, but Luke shoved her away.

"Naw, naw, settle yo ass down, ya greedy little cunt," 
Luke laughed, "y'all had yo fill - go get that big-ass 
crucifix down off the wall over there."

Reluctantly, Missy gave up on her dream of licking 
Luke's majestic prick clean of her mom's shit and rose 
up off Wendy's face and retrieved the crucifix as 
ordered, offering it to Luke.

Luke took the large wood, smooth crucifix and shoved it 
down to the cross-beam up Wendy's ass. Wendy cried out 
in shock and humiliation as it sank into her and plugged 
her overflowing asshole. Missy bent down and sucked up 
all the cum that had oozed out of her mother's butthole 
as the crucifix sank in.

"Now that'll keep ya corked up while yo ass absorbs my 
fuckin' jizz, bitch!" Luke spat at Wendy. Wendy moaned 
and welcomed Missy's cum-filled mouth when the girl 
sealed her lips to her mother's and shared the thick, 
brown-stained hot spunk with her. The two kissed and 
embraced passionately as they shared the butt-baked goo, 
moaning and writhing.

Suddenly, without warning and catching the teen 
completely by surprise, Luke lunged at Butch, grabbed 
him by the hair, dragged him to the counter and slammed 
him back against the cabinetry next to Wendy's corked 
ass. Luke unceremoniously yanked the gag from the 
stunned teen's mouth and shoved his disgustingly filthy, 
shitty dick right down the boy's throat! Luke squeezed 
Butch's nose and deep-throat fucked him, smearing his 
mother's shit all along his tongue, teeth, lips and down 
into his gagging gullet.

Butch choked and gagged and convulsed against the oral 
assault, but tied and bound and pinned as he was by 
Luke's thick dick down his throat, he was completely 
helpless. Luke fucked the boy's face mercilessly, 
Butch's head banging against the cabinetry and shaking 
various knickknacks on the counter and knocking things 
over. A salt-shaker tipped over from the face-raping 
quake and rolled off the counter, conking Butch on the 
noggin.

"AH, YEAH!!!" Luke growled as he held Butch's head tight 
and drove his filthy prick down the boy's throat to the 
root, "SUCK that SHIT, boy! YEAH!"

Missy and Wendy were now watching in rapt attention, 
still kissing and now playing with their swollen, worn-
out pussies.

Chuck watched passively as he could see the brown paste 
film forming around his son's mouth and running down his 
chin. She could see the obscene bulge in Butch's throat 
as Luke's thick cock forced its way down over and over. 
There was nothing Chuck could do but bear witness to the 
absolute defilement of his entire family right before 
his eyes.

"NNNN-FFFFUCKKK!!!" Luke screamed as he drove his cock 
in to the hilt, slapping his big, heavy balls against 
Butch's neck and flattening the boy's nose with his 
pubic bone. He shot a second salvo of ball-gravy into 
the boy's grumbling belly and snorted and grunted like a 
stallion with each powerful spurt.

Missy came vocally while still Frenching her mother, all 
four fingers of her hand buried inside her enraged teen 
twat.

"MMM, FUCK, boy!" Luke grinned widely, head tilted back, 
eyes closed. His cock was still buried to the base in 
Butch's twitching, convulsing throat, "You got a NICE 
mouthpussy on you!"

Butch moaned around the cock in feeble protest.

"Now you all been baptized in the Chuck of Black Cock," 
Luke proclaimed, beaming with the arrogance of a 
conquering hero, "and consider this your Communion. This 
is my body," he jerked his cock in Butch's throat, his 
bull-like balls squeezing out one last, thick wad of 
manseed into the boy's belly, "and THIS" he adjusted his 
stance and leaned back, "AHHHHhhh...." Butch's eyes shot 
open wide and he began to buck and thrash anew as he 
felt Luke's hot piss spraying straight into his stomach, 
"is my blood! Mmmm, yeah, drink that dick-wine, choir 
boy!"

Luke laughed a deep, raucous, ruthless laugh as he 
drained his bladder into the helpless teen and Chuck 
began to cry like a little girl. Wendy and Missy writhed 
around in each other's arms, kissing and licking each 
other's face and tits and necks - caught in an 
insatiable and unending state of depraved arousal.

After a good couple minutes of unabated forceful 
pissing, Luke's last astringent drops of warm urine fell 
into Butch's bloated belly and Luke pulled out the 
entire length of his now-flaccid monster black dick in a 
single quick pull. Butch fell forward, pulled along by 
the big black snake yanking itself from his gullet, and 
was left choking, gagging and gasping for air on the 
floor - drool puddling below his gaping mouth. But no 
jizz or piss came out, it had all been securely injected 
directly into his swollen, sloshing gut.

"Rejoice, now, you whitefolk!" Luke struck the tone of a 
fiery black baptist minister, holding up the family 
bible he'd spanked Chuck with, "you all been initiated 
into the Church of the Black Cock! You gonna like it," 
Luke promised, "There be tens of millions of worshippers 
world-wide! All white faggots and hoes who worship at 
the altar of Big Black Cock like y'all do!" And with 
that, Luke opened the garbage hatch that led to the 
basement incinerator and dropped the family bible into 
it. Wendy gasped at this, but moaned after Missy kissed 
her pussy and twisted the crucifix buried in her ass.

Luke closed the hatch and made a bit of a show in 
pressing the "incinerate" button, "Out with the old, and 
in with the new!" he proclaimed with a fanfare.

"Okay," Luke snickered, "that concludes services for 
today, be sure to come to the Wednesday night service - 
we gonna have a mixer!" he promised ominously. Luke's 
stomach gumbled, and he muttered, "damn, that got my 
appetite goin!" He nudged Chuck with the tip of his shoe 
in his ass, "Yo, faggot, get up and make yo'self useful! 
Fix us up a nice big brunch, Chuckie-boy!"

Chuck moaned, but rose to do as Luke commanded, too 
cowed and subjugated to resist.


CHAPTER 5a: TIGHT ENDS

That afternoon, the non-stop fucking actually took a 
back seat at precisely 1 pm. Luke actually turned on the 
TV and settled in to to watch his favorite football team 
play their first regular season game. It was the 
Philadelphia Eagles and they played the St. Louis Rams. 
Luke was brought up on the East coast and the Eagles 
were his team. Not just because he was from the East 
coast, but also because the Eagles were the "blackest" 
team in the league - even their quarterback was black, a 
rarity in the NFL.

Luke had a different family member take their turn 
sucking him off non-stop for each quarter. First Wendy, 
then Missy, then Butch and finally Chuck. By the time 
the Eagles had blown out the Rams 38-3, Luke had blown 
countless loads down the throats of all four 
Whitebreads.

Luke was ecstatic the whole game, in a much easier and 
happier mood than the Whitebreads had seen from him in 
the previous two days.

The only time Luke lost his cool was when the Rams 
actually scored in the last quarter - he had hoped the 
Eagles were going to shut them out. He was so mad at the 
desperate play that he slammed Chuck down on the floor 
and face-fucked him angrily, driving his full, raging 14 
inches into the completely helpless cuckold's throat 
like he was fucking a cheap Thai whore's loose cunt. His 
pelvis was a blur as he rage-fucked Chuck's throat and 
he roared "EAGLES!!!!" as he slammed his whole dick down 
the pinned patron's throat and ground it into his face 
and exploded his seething cocksauce into the pummeled 
and subjugated white man's defenseless belly.


The days and nights passed much the same for the next 
week. The captive Whitebreads had no sense of time 
anymore, being raped constantly day and night.


CHAPTER 6: STRENGTH IN NUMBERS

In the middle of one night, after midnight, when 
everyone had fallen asleep, Chuck awoke and looked 
around. He was on the floor of his master bedroom at the 
foot of the bed. He didn't hear any commotion - only 
slow, heavy breathing. He slowly, cautiously raised 
himself as quietly as he could, afraid to wake the 
sleeping black giant.

Peeking over the edge of the bed, he saw Luke splayed 
out in the center of HIS bed with Missy on one arm, his 
large black hand grabbing her petite white butt and 
nearly eclipsing it. Missy's head rested on his muscular 
chest and rose and fell with his breath. Wendy was 
asleep on Luke, too, but with her head in his crotch. 
His hand held her there, his thick, long fingers 
entangled in her tussled hair. Luke's soft dick was 
halfway in her mouth - she had fallen asleep suckling on 
it like a nursing baby.

Butch was asleep, face-down at the foot of the bed. 
Luke's spread legs trapped Butch there - one heel on 
Butch's ass like a cushion and the other foot resting 
sideways on Butch's face. Chuck could see layers of 
Luke's thick, dried jizz encrusting Butch's oral and 
anal orifices and spattered around his ass, thighs and 
face. Chuck felt his rage building up in him and he 
resolved to do something about it - right now.

Chuck considered his options. Luke had hidden the gun 
and the ammunition. *Maybe* Chuck could find it after a 
lengthy search, but he probably didn't have the time for 
that. He also would make way too much noise. He had no 
idea how light of a sleeper Luke was, even after 
apparently (and finally) wearing himself out raping them 
all the previous evening.

He considered calling 9-11, but couldn't come up with 
any way to do so. Luke had cut their land line and 
crushed Chuck's cell phone. Chuck didn't allow the kids 
to have cell phones because he'd heard about how all the 
kids were "sexting" each other and there was no way he 
was going to expose them to that immorality. Luke had 
kept Wendy's phone, though. It was downstairs on the 
kitchen counter, charging, if he recalled.

The only other option was to flee the house and get 
help. There were two problems with that, though. Luke 
had taken and hidden all the keys in the house and Chuck 
had no idea where. If he was going to run, he'd have to 
do it on foot. This would be possible, but he'd have to 
go naked. All his work clothes he'd been wearing the day 
he came home to this nightmare had been torn off of him 
and thrown into the piss-and-shit-filled toilet in the 
bathroom. He had plenty of clothes in the closet and 
nightstand but, again - no chance to get them. And the 
clothes in Butch's room wouldn't fit him - his waist was 
considerably pudgier than his svelte, athletic son. 
Still, in a pinch, they might do.

A plan solidified in Chuck's scheming mind - take some 
of Butch's clothes, take Wendy's phone, sneak out of the 
house and call 9-11 immediately (outside so Luke 
wouldn't hear him), then run to the nearest house and 
seek shelter, waiting for the SWAT team to arrive and 
promptly put a bullet through the arrogant nigger's bald 
head! Chuck smiled at the thought, but it also made him 
incredibly nervous to even think about escaping from 
this situation - such was the complete domination the 
black man had exercised over them all in three short 
days. 

Chuck's heart raced at the thought of his scheme and he 
had to consciously calm himself down before he put the 
plan into action. A thought gave him pause... what was 
he going to say to the police? To his neighbors, when he 
showed up in his son's clothes? He couldn't possibly 
tell them the truth - it was too humiliating, too 
shameful. He'd just have to tell them that this black 
criminal had broken into their home to steal their stuff 
and stumbled across the family, stripping them and tying 
them up so they wouldn't escape. Chuck would be the 
resourceful hero, risking all to save his family and 
bring the renegade thug to justice. It would do, it 
would be convincing. And no-one would have to know the 
truth of the depths of their degradation.

Chuck got on his hands and knees and crawled out of the 
room as slowly and quietly as he could. When he finally 
disappeared around the door jamb into the hallway, he 
allowed himself a breath of relief. He made it! He rose 
to a hunched posture and crept slowly down the hall to 
Butch's room. Butch had a few clothes in easy reach and 
Chuck took them. The jeans, predictably, wouldn't even 
zip up and the underwear squeezed him tight and rolled 
down at the top from his belly, but he was able to cover 
this up with a long, loose sweatshirt. He slipped on 
some socks and tied on Butch's two-sizes-too-large 
sneakers to his feet tightly to keep them on.

Chuck's heart pounded like a timpani drum as he poked 
his head out into the hall and looked down at the master 
bedroom. No sign of Luke. He slipped out of the room and 
thanked God as he snuck down the staircase with total 
silence - the solid construction of the relatively new 
house and the carpeted steps were proving quite 
fortuitous.

Wendy's phone was exactly where he remembered - it was 
even plugged in and charging! Chuck unplugged the phone 
and pressed the button, seeing the charge was indeed 
full. Chuck smirked as he slipped the phone in his 
pocket - the cocky black bastard was helping bring his 
own end upon him!

Looking up the stairs as he went back through the foyer, 
Chuck held his breath as he got to the door. With 
trepidation, he remembered the front door lock was 
sticky and made a loud CLACK when opened or closed. And 
the screen door was squeaky. He steeled himself and 
winced as he resolutely breached the last barrier to his 
escape... CLACK!.... SQUEEEEAAAK... He opened his eyes 
and looked up the stairs - nothing! Sighing in relief, 
he slipped out the door, closed it behind him and 
SQUEEEEAAAKed the screen door closed.

He stood there on his porch staring at the front door in 
disbelief. He did it! He actually escaped! His heart 
pounding, he imagined Luke throwing open the door, 
grabbing him and pulling him back in... and doing God 
only knows what unspeakable acts to him in retribution.

The sudden realization that this was still very much a 
possibility stirred Chuck into action. He stepped off 
the porch and looked down the long private drive to the 
main gate that was the only exit to the high privacy 
wall surrounding his property. It seemed so much farther 
than it had ever seemed before. Luke could easily outrun 
him and catch him if he came out now.

Panicking at the desperate thought, Chuck broke into a 
run and ran for the gate. Fuck calling 9-11, better to 
do that once he was away and free, safe. Chuck looked 
back over his shoulder a few times in fear, but saw 
nothing.

But, then, just as he was approaching the gate, he 
looked back one last time and saw the porch light come 
on! FUCK! Luke was awake and knew what he was up to! Too 
late for him, though, Chuck was at the gate and would be 
long gone by the time the black rapist got this far - no 
matter how fast he was!

Chuck grabbed the gate with trembling arms and shoved - 
but they only budged a little! Something must have been 
blocking them! Desperately, in the nearly pitch dark, he 
fumbled around trying to find out what was obstructing 
them. They weren't locked, he would have had to have 
entered the code when he came home last Friday afternoon 
and he hadn't done so - he usually didn't lock them 
until dark. And if they were locked, they wouldn't have 
budged at all.

Terrified, Chuck looked back at the house. He didn't see 
anyone coming, but the porch light was still on... he 
wondered if maybe it had been on all along and he just 
didn't notice. Were his nerves getting to him? Then he 
saw... the door was open! He KNEW he'd closed the door! 
Someone had left the house and he felt certain they were 
coming right for him, even though he saw no sign of 
them!

Chuck's heart seemed about to burst out of his chest. He 
shook the gate again violently and it made a clinking, 
rattling sound. It occurred to him that this sounded 
wrong and he felt around where the two gates met. To his 
abolute horror, he felt a thick, heavy chain wrapped 
around the poles of the gate, clasped by a large, black 
metal combination lock. Luke must have brought it with 
him and put it on some time after Chuck had come home. 
Probably when he went to his truck to get the case of 
Heineken he brought with him. Chuck realized this was no 
spur-of-the-moment breaking & entering. Luke must have 
been watching them, casing their property and came 
prepared. Chuck had thought him to be a mindless animal, 
but this evident level of planning and cunning made 
Chuck fear the black devil even more.

Suddenly, Chuck heard the sound of feet - still distant, 
but at a decent pace and getting closer. He realized it 
was coming from the house. Luke! His blackness must have 
been obscured by the dark, moonless night, but from the 
sound of it, he was coming straight for Chuck!

Chuck frantically tried to shove his body through the 
thin gap allowed by the chain, but to no avail. He could 
only get his arm through. Even Missy would have 
difficulty squeezing through.

The footsteps were louder now - the reverberation of 
their sound off the walls becoming overshadowed by their 
direct sound. Luke would be upon him any second now!

Chuck was insane with fright, frozen like cornered prey 
in the sights of a hungry predator. Suddenly he 
remembered the phone. He yanked it from his pocket - 
maybe HE wouldn't escape, maybe Luke would kill him 
right here and now, but there was nothing the black 
bastard could do once the call for help was made! 

Fingers quaking with fear, he typed in the passcode to 
unlock the phone, but screwed it up and had to type it 
again. The steps got louder and louder now and he tried 
to hide in the shadows by the wall, turning his back to 
the approaching assailant to try to hide the light of 
the phone. Twice more he entered the code and failed 
before he fully comprehended WHY he couldn't unlock it. 
Luke must have changed the passcode. That clever fucking 
monster. Chuck's mind reeled as he recalled a random 
conversation he'd had with Wendy months ago where she 
asked Chuck to buy her one of those new "iPhones" and 
how they could make emergency calls from the lock 
screen. Chuck had scolded her for being such a flighty 
spendthrift, saying her phone was only 3 years old and 
in fine working condition. 

He dropped the phone to the ground in abject 
hopelessness and nearly jumped out of his skin when a 
hand landed heavily on his shoulder.

He spun around and beheld the face of - Butch?!

His teenage son stood in front of him, completely naked 
except for a pair of underwear and socks.

"Dad?" he asked is disbelief, seeing the older man 
dressed in his clothes, "what...?"

"Son!" Chuck grabbed Butch by the shoulders and smiled 
in teary relief, "thank God!"

"What's going on?" Butch asked.

"Son, listen, the gate is locked and the phone's code 
has changed," Chuck caught his son up to speed on his 
scheme, "but we're not beat, you hear me?"

Butch nodded and listened intently.

"Maybe we can't escape - but who says we HAVE to?" Chuck 
was working himself into a mania borne of desperation, 
"Why should WE flee from our own house?! We're the MEN 
of this household, dammit, and we're going to take it 
back!"

"But-" Butch muttered.

"No, listen!" Chuck pulled Butch close and shook him a 
bit for emphasis, staring right in his eyes, "that... 
that... black APE may be bigger and stronger than us, 
maybe neither you or I are a match for him-"

"He's so STRONG, Dad!" Butch shook his head anxiously, 
"and BIG!"

"Yes, yes," Chuck tried to embolden his cowed son, "but 
there are TWO of us and only ONE of him! Do you 
understand? Maybe he could take one of us alone - but if 
we work together, we can KILL the bastard!"

"Kill?" Butch's eyes opened wide.

"Yes, if we work together," Chuck's eyes were wide and 
crazed, "STRENGTH in NUMBERS, son!"

Butch nodded, finding his courage, "what about Mom and 
Miss? If we can get them alone, we could tell them-"

"No, no," Chuck shook his head, "they've given in, they 
can't help us now. Women are weak-willed and naturally 
surrender to male authority."

Chuck saw the sadness in Butch's eyes, "It's not their 
fault, son, it's how God made them. It's in their 
nature."

Chuck turned Butch around and put his arm around his 
shoulder reassuringly. He pointed back at the house, at 
the master bedroom he once called his own, "Mom and 
Missy are lost to us for now," he stated, "but the two 
if US can SAVE them - but ONLY if we step up and be MEN, 
son!"

Butch nodded and turned to his dad, "strength in 
numbers."

"Strength in numbers, son," Chuck squeezed his son's 
shoulder and the two started running back to the house.

Back in the house, Chuck and Butch crept up the stairs. 
Chuck had a large kitchen knife and Butch was wielding a 
wooden baseball bat. Chuck counted off three with his 
fingers and the two burst into the bedroom.

"STRENGTH IN NUMBERS!!!" Chuck screamed as he and Butch 
rushed the bed.

Only it was empty.

Something struck Chuck square in the solar plexus and he 
doubled over, dropping the knife. His next conscious 
thought was of him sailing through the air head-over-
heels and landing face-up on the bed. He clutched his 
belly, gasping for air, lightheaded.

Butch swung his bat wildly through the air at the blurry 
shadow that had just assaulted his father and whiffed 
badly, throwing himself off balance. His bat became 
stuck in the vicelike grip of some unseen hand and was 
easily torn from his grasp. He found his legs twisted 
under him and his bat-arm twisted painfully behind his 
back and then he was thrown onto the bed, too, on top of 
his incapacitated father.

He tried to raise himself up, but found himself pinned 
when his arms were pulled back roughly and had the bat 
slipped under them and pressed into the middle of his 
back oppressively.

Luke was now on top of the stacked, easily-vanquished 
whites and pinned the both of them easily with one well-
muscled, bulging, veiny arm. The light flicked on and 
Chuck could see Missy standing by the door, smiling.

"Well fucking well," Luke sneered at the two of them, 
"look what the FUCK we have here! A couple of fucking 
heroes!"

Butch groaned in pain as Luke shoved the bat into his 
back for emphasis.

"Did you two fucking skinny-ass white bitches REALLY 
think you could take ME?!" Luke bellowed, "CLEARLY I 
ain't schooled you boys enough - ain't taught y'all the 
proper respect and FEAR of the black man as I oughta!"

Wendy was standing in the doorway. Chuck saw her holding 
something in her hands. Upside-down and dazed as he was, 
he couldn't quite make it out, but it looked familiar. 
Some kind of electronic device... something portable... 
what was it?

Luke was now spanking Butch's vulnerable ass with his 
big, floppy black dick. Each each SMACK it was getting 
harder and longer and thicker. Chuck's head was between 
his son's legs and he had a perfect view from below of 
the cock-spanking. Butch's own limp pecker and balls 
were dangling down in his dad's face. But this was the 
least of Chuck's problems at the moment.

Luke spit thick gobs onto his dick and rubbed it in, 
slapping it wetly on Butch's reddening cheeks.

"Now pay attention, daddy-dearest," Luke chuckled, 
"gonna school your boy's ass in some TROOF!"

Luke hocked up and spit out a huge, viscous gobber right 
onto Butch's twitching pink asshole, "Y'all want 
strength in numbers?" Luke boomed, "Here's a number for 
ya: FOURTEEN FUCKIN INCHES!!!"

Luke suddenly and ruthlessly shoved his raging-hard 
ebony fuck-rod deep inside the boy, getting it halfway 
in with the first powerful thrust. Butch screamed out in 
shock and pain as he was so suddenly and deeply 
violated. Luke grabbed his head by the hair and yanked 
back hard, bending the boy awkwardly backwards and 
making it hard for him to breathe, especially with the 
bat still barred through his arms across his back. The 
boy was completely under Luke's power and could do 
nothing to escape.

Chuck watched helplessly as he was forced to watch in 
extreme close-up as Luke's inhumanly prodigious fat 
schlong savagely pounded his son's poor, distended 
asshole. The stench hit Chuck's nose like a slap in the 
face and he thrashed his head back and forth to try to 
escape, but all in vain.

Luke grunted and roared as he butt-fucked the teen 
whiteboy HARD, pulling his hair and cursing him out, 
"FUCKIN WHITEBOY FAGGOT MOTHERFUCKERS THINK YOU CAN JUMP 
ME LIKE A BITCH?! WHO THE BITCH NOW, HUNH, WHITEBOY?!! 
WHO THE BITCH NOW?!!! YEAH!!!"

Chuck couldn't help but notice how having a huge black 
dick ramming in and out of Butch's butt made it look so 
feminine. Butch was blonde, too, so the fine thin hairs 
on it made it look smooth and hairless like girl's. 
Chuck tried to shake the image, but he couldn't help it. 
His son's ass actually looked pretty like a girl's when 
a big black dick was ramming it like a pussy.

Luke didn't need long to build up a massive wad, 
especially after getting some rest and being worked up 
by the adrenaline of the struggle (if one would be 
generous enough to call it that) and he crammed his full 
length into Butch as his balls erupted and fired hot, 
thick ropes of nigger jizz into the squealing boy's 
bowels.

Chuck saw the huge balls dangling over him contracting 
and relaxing with each powerful spurt of semen that shot 
into his boy's guts and he felt any fighting spirit he 
might have falsely worked up in himself previously fall 
away like waking from a daydream. He felt wetness on his 
chin and noticed that thin semen was leaking from the 
tip of his son's still-flaccid dick, being pumped out of 
his swollen teenage prostrate by the massive, thick 
black fuckhammer pounding his asshole.

Suddenly, Luke pulled out of Butch's ravaged ass 
prematurely, having only pumped 4 or 5 spooge salvos 
into the boy. Before Chuck could register what was 
happening, Luke had slammed the shitty cock into the 
father's mouth, grabbing him by the hair and pulling 
down to make his head hang of the edge of the bed. In 
this way, Chuck's mouth and throat made a straight line 
and Luke could ram about half his considerable length - 
more than the average white dick length and three times 
the girth - right down Chuck's throat!

The big black dick was still exploding with thick 
strands of boiling ball-lava like an angry volcano and 
one of these eruptions shot right into Chuck's open 
mouth just before it was impaled on the throbbing 
invader. The advance salvo acted as a sort of 
preparatory lube and eased the passage of the tremendous 
organ into his esophagus.

Chuck gagged and retched around the sudden intrusion, 
but was trapped by Butch's weight and Luke's rock-hard 
prick down his throat. Helplessly, he guzzled down the 
last several ferocious ejaculations from the fat, 
spitting cock head lodged in his gullet.

Luke grunted with the last spurt, forcing it out with a 
powerful clench of his butt muscles (which Wendy and 
Missy watched with admiration), driving another couple 
inches into Chuck's throat to add final insult to 
injury. When he slides his softening dick out, drool and 
mucus trail out of the orally-battered patron's mouth 
and ran down his face making a thick, sticky mess.

Through his blurred vision and face-fucked daze, Chuck 
finally recognized the device Wendy was holding. It was 
the portable monitor for the front gate. Luke took it 
from her.

"Yeah, that's right, Chuckie-baby," Luke said, squatting 
down in front of the defeated dad's mess of a face and 
holding up the monitor, "You on Candid Camera! When yo 
boy tried to sneak outta bed, I watched him sneak out 
and I saw you two at the gate. Yo WIFE told me we could 
see and hear you boys on this here monitor and I gotta 
say, we was fuckin' MOVED by yo big, brave speech, man! 
WOOOO!"

Luke and Missy laughed at this and Wendy smiled 
sheepishly.

Luke stood up and shook his head at the two sorry 
whiteboys stacked before him and inseminated with his 
potent, manly seed, "Yo, let me drop some SCIENCE on 
you, whiteboy," he shook his big black dick in Chuck's 
face.

"Ya see THAT, bitch? That's fourteen fuckin' inches of 
PRIME black MEAT!" Missy and Wendy joined Luke and stood 
at his side, each wrapping their thin, delicate white 
arms round one of his trunk-like biceps, caressing and 
stroking them appreciatively, "man, that's more than 
TWICE what you silly faggots is packin' COMBINED!"

Missy and Wendy giggled at this nodding their heads at 
each other in knowing mockery.

Luke's tone got serious and menacing now, though...

"NOW. You all best get yo shit STRAIGHT and accept who 
the MASTER of this house IS, yo," Luke's pause was 
filled with the promise of definite violence and pain, 
"Or shit's gonna get REAL up in this bitch DAMN quick!"

Luke looked down at Chuck and glared at him right in the 
eye. "YOU HEAR ME WHITEBOY?!!!" He roared at the top of 
his lungs, making Missy jump and Wendy yelp in surprise.

"Y...yes..." Chuck rasped weakly, gurgling out more 
drool as he tried to speak.

Luke slapped Chuck across the face HARD with his heavy 
flaccid dick, "Yes WHAT, motherfucker?!"

"Y... yes.... Master..." Chuck sputtered, utterly 
defeated and humiliated beyond hope. Wendy looked down 
at Chuck with the kind of pitying look a woman might 
give a cute puppy who was being adorably submissive. 
Missy's face broke into an incredulous, but pervertedly 
aroused wide toothy smile.

"MMmm, yeah," Luke slapped Wendy on the ass so hard she 
jumped, "bitch, go get me a gallon o' water, I gotta 
rehydrate - we gonna have a LONG mornin' ahead of us."

Luke figured that, since Chuck had woken them all up 
early, he was going to make the MOST of the morning...


CHAPTER 7: I HATE MONDAYS or MADE TO FUCK

All that Sunday night through to morning, Luke ass-raped 
Chuck over and over, with Missy's help. The first time 
Luke sodomized him, Chuck figured it was just punishment 
for trying to escape. But when Luke stayed on top of him 
after emptying his big black balls in him, Chuck began 
to wonder what was going on. Were they going to sleep 
through the night like that? How humiliating.

But within a few minutes, Luke's flaccid cock, still 
buried in Chuck's pinned ass to the hilt, began to get 
hard again inside of him! With alarm, Chuck felt Luke 
start grinding again, swiveling his fat prick in his 
rectum. The black man began to pump again, slowly at 
first, then worked himself up to his usual powerful 
tempo within a few minutes.

10 minutes later, Luke came in Chuck's ass a SECOND 
time, and Chuck moaned as he felt the hot jizz flooding 
him. But, again, Luke didn't pull out. Chuck became 
nervous. How long was this going to go on?

After about 5 or 10 minutes of Luke laying on top of 
Chuck, breathing heavily from his last orgasm, Chuck 
started to ask Luke this very question. But Luke slapped 
his hand over Chuck's mouth and signaled to Missy, who 
was watching. Chuck's daughter came over and inserted a 
ball gag in Chuck's mouth, buckling the leather strap 
behind his head so tight that it forced Chuck's mouth 
permanently open!

"Good sissy faggots don't question their Masters, 
Daddy!" Missy scolded him and patted him on the head, 
"they just open up their useless white asses for the 
black man and accept their superior seed inside their 
undeserving man-cunts!"

Missy then French kissed Luke deeply while she massaged 
his thickly muscled black ass. All this seemed to have a 
stimulating effect on Luke's privates and Chuck groaned 
as he felt the ever-ready dark meat swell inside his 
anus again. Missy and Luke kissed passionately and 
deeply throughout the entire ass-fucking, Missy rubbing 
herself to orgasm as Luke screamed in her mouth, blowing 
another oversized load into Chuck's drenched bowels.

Chuck laid there and resolved to just try to ride it 
out. How much longer could Luke go on? Nobody could come 
more than three times in a row, could they?

Indeed, it seemed like Luke was spent. For the moment. 
Missy brought Luke a large bottle of water to rehydrate 
him and this time he rested inside Chuck's ass for about 
20 or 30 minutes. 

But what Chuck didn't know was that Luke was built for 
fucking, uniquely so. 

Born in the Caribbean of Congolese parentage, Luke was 
destined to be well-hung. The largest average penis size 
in the world belongs to the Congo, and his was TWICE the 
average there. And as the many white women who engage in 
"sexual tourism" to the Caribbean will tell you, the 
most well-hung black men are from the Caribbean. And 
being of pure African descent Luke was deeply black and 
tall (at six and a half feet). 

But he was also gifted with a very high testosterone 
level. This gave him an insatiable sex drive, a 
naturally broad-shouldered and heavily muscled build 
and, most importantly, great pendulous horse-like 
testicles capable of producing uncommonly large amounts 
of extremely virile and potent sperm. When he first 
began having orgasms at age 10, his parents became 
concerned by the huge stains they found all over his 
room and took him to a doctor thinking something was 
wrong with him. 

The doctors did a thorough examination on him and found 
that, in addition to his extremely large genitals, his 
bladder, seminal vesicles and especially his prostate 
were all also greatly enlarged. As a result, Luke's 
ejaculate was about 4 or 5 times more voluminous than a 
normal man's and it would build up very quickly. The 
doctor recommended encouraging Luke to find release as 
often as possible lest the fluids build up painfully and 
cause trouble. Luckily, by the time Luke was 13, he had 
found plenty of white girls willing to help him with 
this relief and his room got much cleaner as a 
consequence.

Rutgers college sex researchers studied the 18-year old 
Luke (who was just a freshman but already a legend on 
the campus for his sexual prowess) in 1995. They 
discovered that Luke had extremely high dopamine levels, 
low oxytocin release during orgasm and almost 
nonexistent prolactin. All of these factors combined to 
allow him to ejaculate any number of times in a row 
without needing to rest, as long as he stayed hydrated 
enough to keep producing semen. The researchers' 
findings are in their study, reporting an unidentified 
man who ejaculated 6 consecutive times in 36 minutes 
(with 6 different lab students, all white).

But Luke didn't leave everything to his fortunate 
genetics. He determined to increase his sexual potential 
to the absolute limits of a human. He did his research 
and, as a result, made sure to eat lots of things high 
in cholesterol, proteins, zinc and Vitamin B (oysters, 
turkey, beef, chicken, eggs, whole grains, nuts, 
broccoli, etc.) He avoided soy like the plague, having 
read it lowered testosterone levels (conversely, Wendy 
had switched Chuck to a soy-heavy diet years ago to help 
him lose the chub he was accumulating). And Luke worked 
out religiously once a day to improve his cardio 
stamina, bulk up and tone his already impressive 
musculature, and increase his testosterone levels even 
more.

Luke also sought out challenges in life. He saw lots of 
rich white married men who got complacent and had 
nothing to struggle for anymore. This made Luke sick. 
Luke always sought out something new to conquer. And 
right now, his mission was to dominate and turn out 
every single member of the Whitebread family.

Luke also knew to start the day out right with a nice, 
hard morning fuck before even getting out of bed. 
Luckily, he had 4 white slaves with 10 holes between 
them for him to choose from now. He also generally 
didn't drink and never smoked (though he'd been known to 
get high now and again when the mood called for it). He 
kept himself toned and trim (hardly any body fat on him, 
as evidenced by his impressive 8-pack) and spent at 
least 2 hours a day in the perpetual sunlight of the 
southern clime he preferred so much.

Through the fortunes of his birth and his life devoted 
to sexual supremacy, Luke had become a sex GOD. Large 
and muscular, capable of topping anyone he chose. 
Skilled and experienced, he could pleasure anyone. Hung, 
aggressive and extremely rough, he would push even the 
most masochistic size queen to their limits. And through 
his regiment of healthy eating, hydration and fitness, 
he could ejaculate 4 times in an hour, spewing at least 
8 to 10 thick spurts of jizz each time - sometimes as 
many as 15 or 16 if he was really cranked and hard-
dickin'. Each explosive spurt would fill a teaspoon and 
usually he would drop a quarter of a cup of spunk in a 
bitch with each orgasm - as much as 12 teaspoons! (the 
average white guy would be lucky to fill half a teaspoon 
or more in a single orgasm).

So Luke knew what he was doing when he had Missy bring 
him hydration, vitamins and cashews. He downed these as 
he waited for his cock to recover inside the pinned 
father figure. Missy was so turned on by this that she 
couldn't help rubbing her clit while she fed Luke, 
looking into her daddy's eyes with mischievous 
perversion.

Missy wanted Luke to get going again, so she decided to 
put on a show for him. She rubbed her clit in front of 
Luke and fingered herself. Chuck felt Luke's soft dick 
twitch at this. Then she turned around and bent over, 
showing the black man the view from the rear as she 
fingered herself. She began to moan and sigh as she 
worked her wet pussy. Slowly, Chuck felt the fat penis 
inside him swelling again. When Missy reached back and 
spread her cheeks wide, exposing her cute browneye, 
Luke's cock sprang to attention, inflating its way back 
into Chuck's jizz-slick depths.

Chuck groaned from the increasing feeling of fullness in 
his rectum and Missy knew that what she was doing must 
be working. She worked herself overtime, now, slapping 
her ass and begging for Luke to fuck her.

"MMmm, come on Daddy," she said, meaning Luke and not 
her cuckolded, subjugated biological father, "Fuck my 
tiny white butt, stick that BIG BLACK DICK all the way 
up inside my naughty poop chute! I NEED your fat COCK in 
my hungry asshole! Oooohhhhh...." she started fingering 
her asshole and Luke's butt-pumping rhythm synched to 
her self-fingering, "Yeah, that feels so GOOD up inside 
me, I want it ALL! Yeah, GIVE it to me! I need it HARD! 
I'm such a DIRTY FUCKING ANAL WHORE!!!"

Missy was finger-fucking her own ass with four full 
fingers now, and at a breakneck pace. Luke kept tempo 
with her and was pounding Chuck's rippling ass with such 
force and speed that the whole bed was bouncing up and 
down, squeaking obscenely.

"Oh, YEAH!" Missy was on the verge of cumming from her 
own clitoral and anal stimulation, and from seeing this 
black mountain of a man ravaging her sissy white father, 
"CUM inside me! I NEED your HOT, POTENT man-seed in my 
pretty little BUTT! I wanna FEEL you SHOOTING inside my 
POOPER, Black Daddy! I want you to BREED my ASS, 
IMPREGNATE my SHITHOLE!!! I want to have your BUTT-
BABIES!!!"

"AW, FUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!!!!!" Luke screamed and he plowed 
his full 14 inches into Chuck's sore asshole down to the 
bone and erupted inside him like a man who hadn't cum in 
20 years. Chuck felt the thick hotness flooding his 
guts, being injected directly into his colon. After each 
powerful, explosive burst, Luke pulled out all but his 
fat dickhead, then shoved it all the way back in to the 
balls to unleash the next boiling blast of virile baby-
making batter.

Missy came hard on her own fingers watching this 
screaming, "YES!!! YESS!!! FILL ME, MASTER!! FILL ME 
LIKE A BITCH!!!!"

Luke pumped this way - yanking all the way out and 
plunging all the way back in in time for the next 
massive spunk salvo - a full fifteen times! Chuck 
literally felt the hot jizz running backwards up his 
digestive system, filling him with a sick warmth and 
making him feel so completely violated and used. He 
imagined himself really getting knocked up by this 
incredible beast and his incredibly potent, copious seed 
being delivered directly into his deepest depths by 
Luke's ungodly enormous tool. Chuck wondered how many 
women Luke must have knocked up in his time. He imagined 
being next and, despite himself, felt his own piddly 
wetness leaking from his pinned micropenis.

Amazingly, Luke recovered within 20 minutes and was at 
it again. This time he had Missy and Wendy put on a show 
for him to get him hard again. Chuck watched in impotent 
dismay as his beautiful wife and innocent daughter 
lezzed out on each other willingly - passionately even - 
and just so this sadistic black rapist could get hard 
again and fuck their beloved father/husband! The 
humiliation of it made Chuck sob as Luke emptied himself 
in his inundated intestines for a FIFTH time.

This cycle went on and on the entire night until 
morning. And Luke left his cock in between fuckings the 
ENTIRE time. Chuck wondered why HE was being singled out 
for such extreme abuse. Was it just because he tried to 
escape? Rest assured, he would never make THAT mistake 
again. But even so, Chuck was obviously beaten, what was 
the point of this? The constant fucking, the refueling 
and rehydrating to maximize his potency and stamina and 
volume of his spooge? Was he REALLY trying to knock 
Chuck up? Was that POSSIBLE? Chuck began to doubt 
everything he'd been taught in his (admittedly limited) 
high school biology class. He swore he could literally 
feel the billions upon billions of Luke's virile, potent 
sperm burning inside his bowels as they aggressively 
tried to impregnate his intestinal walls.

By the time Luke stopped, he had been up inside Chuck's 
ass for over 5 hours straight! Chuck lost count, but he 
thought Luke must have come up his ass at least 12 
times. He could feel the full quart-and-a-half of nigger 
jizz sloshing around inside him as Luke slapped his ass, 
slowly, excruciatingly removing his entire 14-inch anal 
violator from Chuck's bowels.

When Luke had all but the head removed, he signaled to 
Missy. She produced a large black rubber thing that was 
shaped something like a pacifier, but much larger. And 
connected to it was a tube that ran to a small hand-pump 
like nurses use to take blood pressures. Chuck had no 
idea what it could possibly be. When Luke pulled out, 
Chuck found out - as Missy shoved the fat butt plug 
inside him, corking his ass up and trapping all of 
Luke's hours of spunk inside her father! She then pumped 
the hand-pump several times to inflate it as far as it 
would go, securely sealing up Chuck's gaping man-cunt 
air-tight!

Luke then informed Chuck that it was time to go to work 
and he should get dressed or he would be late. He would 
have to explain away his one-week absence as a family 
emergency. Luke told Chuck he needed the job as he was 
going to need to earn enough money to support the family 
and Luke's extravagant lifestyle, after all. Chuck was 
flabbergasted. After ALL this, Luke was going to let him 
go?! Let him escape the grounds of the house?! Didn't he 
know Chuck would go straight to the police?

But Luke told him that he had friends everywhere and 
they'd be watching Chuck. If he made even the slightest 
move to contact the police or ask for help, Luke would 
know right away. He would then immediately send his 
friends and colleagues and family the pictures and 
videos Missy had taken of Chuck submitting to Luke, 
calling him Master and, apparently, willingly sucking 
Luke's dick and taking it up the ass. His career and his 
reputation would be ruined. Luke also informed him that 
he was close friends with the police chief, who owed him 
a very personal favor. Chuck could be guaranteed that 
nobody would believe his story (especially with the 
video evidence Missy had recorded) and all he would 
accomplish would be to expose and humiliate himself in 
front of everyone he knew and loved.

Likewise, if Chuck tried to run away like a coward, Luke 
would release the pictures and video. Then he would 
contact his vast network of like-minded "black bulls" 
that formed a sort of "Mandingo Society" that believed 
in the dominance of all whites by the superior black man 
and were working, one whitegirl/boy at a time to make it 
happen, below the radar, house by house, family by 
family, until it was too late. Luke would send them 
Chuck's pictures, description and all his info and they 
would quickly track him down. And, if Chuck was lucky, 
they'd return him to Luke. If he wasn't... well, he'd 
learn to love being passed around as the communal bitch 
of every black bull in the tri-state area.

Chuck fell into a deep state of resigned depression as 
Wendy dressed him for work. Every couple minutes, Missy 
would let a little air out of the inflatable butt plug 
until it was time to go to work. Chuck stood at the 
front door, keys and briefcase in hand. Wendy was fixing 
his hair and Missy squatted behind him, his trousers 
lowered as she prepared to pull out the plug. But only 
after final instructions from Luke.

"Clench up your hole REAL tight now, pussy-boy," Luke 
sternly directed him.

Chuck did as ordered and Missy slipped the plug out. 
Chuck's asshole had finally returned to normal and 
nothing came out, even though Chuck felt the weight of 
the first heavy dollops of Luke's cum oozing down into 
his anal cavity from deep in his guts.

"Good, now: you keep that uptight white ass of yours 
shut up tight all day," Luke commanded, "or ELSE."

Chuck didn't even want to ask or else WHAT, he simply 
nodded, whimpering and wincing from the exertion it took 
to keep a single drop of Luke's hot jizz from leaking 
from his poor, abused sphincter.

Missy pulled up Chuck's tighty-whiteys and his slacks 
while Wendy tucked in his shirt. Missy zipped him up 
roughly, squeezing his balls painfully with the crotch 
of his pants. Wendy buckled his belt and straightened 
out his tie.

"Go on, now," Luke directed Chuck to the door, chuckling 
as Chuck walked with such clenched butt cheeks that he 
walked sort of like a penguin, "you can do it. You white 
folk always walk like you got a stick up yo ass, so 
nobody'll even notice!"

Chuck left the house to the giggles and mocking laughter 
of his rapist, his wife and his daughter and hobbled to 
his car.

He managed to drive all the way to work without 
incident, through the long commute to work. Driving over 
the hilly terrain, the bumps in the roads that badly 
needed repaving were the only threats to upsetting his 
overflowing bowels.

For the first hour at work, Chuck thought he'd be fine, 
his asshole remained clenched and his intestines seemed 
settled. But as he sat at his desk, the jizz stewed 
inside him, percolating and boiling in his churning 
guts. He could feel the gasses bubbling up from his 
bowels, putting pressure on his rectum and he felt the 
warmth of Luke's copious deposits as they oozed their 
way back down his excretory system, heading inexorably 
for the exit hatch.

Sitting at his desk, paralyzed by fear, Chuck felt the 
first glob of twice-baked cocksauce squirt from his 
clenched anus and into his underwear. He quickly shot up 
and clamped down on his loose sphincter as hard as he 
could and tried to nonchalantly head for the bathroom. 
Sharp little wet farts escaped Chuck's tightly clenched 
cheeks as he hurriedly hobbled to the bathroom, 
eliciting stares of digust and giggles from his 
coworkers.
 
Suddenly, a large, wet explosion in his pants ejected a 
huge, thick glob of Luke's jizz heavily into his tighty-
whiteys. The girl in the cube next to him as he shat 
himself screamed in horror at the sound and the stench 
and she sprang up and fled from the scene, wailing about 
Chuck's out of control bowels.

In a panic, he sprinted across the office floor 
bathroom, sharting small gobs of Luke's thick spunk into 
his drawers several times along the way. 

In the bathroom stall, he cleaned himself up and 
considered just sitting on the toilet and letting it all 
out, but his fear of Luke made him refrain. Who knew 
what Luke would know or how he would know it... but 
Chuck wasn't about to risk the black bastard's wrath. He 
pulled up his wet, stained underwear, fastened his pants 
and belt, re-clenched his weary butthole and wobbled out 
of the bathroom and off to his desk.

The rest of the day, Chuck found himself tired and beat 
from the weekends incessant activities and his lack of 
sleep all night as Luke repeatedly pumped his bowels 
full of his thick spooge. Spooge that was now churning 
in his guts, causing him intestinal distress throughout 
the day. 

To his utter humiliation, Chuck found himself farting 
Luke's jizz regularly through the work day, even in 
important meetings with clients, co-workers and, most 
embarrassingly, even his very attractive female boss. He 
had to excuse himself from these meetings several times, 
his audible intestinal grumblings foreshadowing long, 
wet, uncontrollable farts that would dump large wads of 
Luke's sticky semen into his now-thoroughly drenched 
underwear. As he would squat-walk out of the room, 
everyone could see the large wet stain running down from 
the seat of his slacks down the back of his thighs.

One of his female co-workers seemed to feel so bad for 
him that she asked if he was sick and if he shouldn't 
just go home. Chuck desperately declined, saying it was 
nothing he couldn't work through, just something he ate. 
He was in no rush to go back to his Hellhole of a 
home... especially since he was clearly failing in 
obeying Luke's command.

Meanwhile, at home, Luke was putting his long-term plans 
into action. He instructed Wendy to call the school and 
pull Missy out, claiming she'll be homeschooling her 
from now on. Missy was ecstatic - she hated school 
anyway and felt she'd learn a lot more from Luke than 
she was learning in school. She went to a Catholic 
school like she had from first grade and it was 
insufferably boring and restricting. Ever since Luke 
came into their lives, Missy had felt freedom like she'd 
never experienced in her life and there was no way she 
was willingly going back now.

Butch would be allowed to go back to high school, but on 
a probationary basis. Luke pinned the teen boy and used 
Wendy's phone to record the whiteboy deep-throating his 
fat black cock. As the dominant black man throat-fucked 
the captive white teen and filmed him, he laid down the 
law. Butch was to go to school and continue to be the 
star quarterback and pretend everything was perfectly 
normal. If he even hinted that there was a problem or 
contacted any authority whatsoever, Luke would post the 
videos he'd made of Butch sucking Luke's cock, being 
butt-fucked by the big black man and guzzling his piss.

Luke asked Butch if he understood. Butch had no 
alternative and nodded. As he did, Luke plunged into his 
throat balls-deep and blew his load into the teen's 
belly to seal the deal. Luke knew Butch wouldn't tell 
anyone - he'd be too ashamed and if it came out, he'd be 
the laughing stock of his school - socially ruined. He's 
the "Big Man On Campus" and needs to maintain his image, 
especially if he wants to be Prom King some day. His 
small, exclusive rich kid's private high school is 
highly conservative, openly religious and all-white, 
even in a state with one of the highest African-American 
populations in the country (they live in the "bad" areas 
and go to public schools). He can't exactly be seen to 
not only be a faggot, but a faggot for a big, hung black 
man!

Wendy was a stay-at-home mom and homemaker, so she had 
no job to quit. But Luke did make it clear to her that 
her social life was over, any friends she might have had 
were dead to her now. All that should matter to her is 
pleasuring Luke's fat cock. Wendy readily agreed and 
fell to her knees worshipping his cock and balls with 
her mouth and tongue as a show of devotion.

The family arrangements settled, Luke uploaded his 
latest video masterpiece to his online account and 
proceeded to fuck the shit out of the three Whitebreads 
for the rest of the day, breaking only for a large lunch 
and a couple snacks to keep his energy up.

When Chuck came home that evening, he was late and Luke 
is pissed, especially when he had Wendy check Chuck's 
ass and it was revealed that he had lost nearly half of 
the countless loads of thick jizz Luke had worked all 
night to inject deep into his bowels.

Luke made Chuck shit out the rest into a large kitchen 
bowl, which Chuck did with relief. But then Luke made 
Chuck drink it all down while the rest of the family 
watched. Several times Chuck gagged and seemed unable to 
chug the nasty mix of day-old, warm semen and his own 
fecal juices. Missy volunteered to "help" Chuck by 
pouring huge mouthfuls from the bowl into her Dad's 
mouth then clamping her hand over his mouth and pinching 
his nose until he swallowed it all.

When Luke was satisfied that Chuck had swallowed every 
last drop of shat-out concentrated spooge, he informed 
Chuck he had to make up for the contents he wasted. So 
Luke had Wendy and Missy each squat over Chuck's forced-
open mouth and shit their days-worth of Luke's nigger 
seed into the cuckold's mouth as well, making him 
swallow every thick dollop of ass-baked light-brown 
semen. Fortuitously, each of their asses had plentiful 
loads to drop as Luke had been filling them all day. 

Only Butch was allowed to keep Luke's multiple loads 
broiling in his guts. Luke had plugged him up with a fat 
black butt-plug with a metal ring and chain that made it 
look like a bathtub stopper. Luke told Butch he got to 
keep Luke's gift because he wanted Butch to feel every 
single one of Luke's powerful black sperm burrowing into 
his guts and trying to impregnate his sissy ass, making 
him his bitch. He promised one day to knock Butch up, a 
promise that made Missy giggle uncontrollably (farting 
large gobs of Luke's spunk into her Daddy's sticky open 
mouth) and made Wendy moan in perverse arousal.

Once Chuck had consumed the assfulls of Luke's warmed-
up, shit-streaked spooge from his wife and daughter's 
stretched-out assholes, he groaned from the fullness in 
his belly, but was relieved the ordeal was over. But to 
top it off, Luke yanked Chuck up by the hair and impaled 
his mouth on his rigid black dick and pissed in his 
mouth forcing Chuck to swallow every last drop.

When Luke finally drained his full bladder down Chuck's 
throat, he dropped the super-saturated worthless white 
wimp to the floor unceremoniously and kicked him firmly 
in the ass, forcing Chuck to simultaneously fart a 
dollop of Luke's cum and belch up a foul, rancid piss-
stench burp. Missy laughed her ass off at this and Luke 
forced Chuck to lick up the cum he shat up, stepping on 
the white wimp's head as he commanded Chuck to get his 
worthless ass into the kitchen and make the family some 
dinner.

"Get cookin', bitch!" Luke commanded Chuck with 
contempt, "I'm fuckin' starvin! Rapin' your family all 
day is MAN's work and stirs up an appetite somethin' 
fierce!"

Chuck groaned and crawled into the kitchen to obey. He'd 
never made dinner for himself, much less his family, he 
was at a complete loss as to what to do. Wendy asked 
Luke if she could do it for Chuck and Luke rejected the 
idea.

"Naw, naw," Luke grabbed Wendy pulled her to his lap, 
impaling her on his firm dick, making her gasp. He held 
her there, slow-fucking her as he pointed to the 
bloated, naked cuckold fumbling around in the kitchen 
pathetically, "Cuckie-boy's gonna to have to get used to 
this; this is his new job. I mean, you gonna be too busy 
on my dick to do this kinda 'domesticated bitch' shit, 
right?"

Wendy nodded and sighed as Luke's cock stiffened and 
grew inside her welcoming cunt and Luke's large, 
powerful hands mauled her heavy, fat tits.

"'sides," Luke continued, "he ain't got much use around 
here but bringing home the money. He's too ugly to fuck 
'cept to teach him a lesson and put him in his place. 
Matter of fact, I think Chucky's gonna be my new wife, 
barefoot and naked in the kitchen. Whaddaya think, 
Missy?"

Missy loved the idea, beaming from the perverted 
possibilities coursing through her mind, "Oh, fuck YEAH! 
We gotta do some shopping and buy him a nice frilly 
apron!"

Wendy moaned at the thought and Luke kissed her ear, 
biting her earlobe causing her to audibly cry out in 
pain and pleasure.

"Yo, Chuck, what the FUCK you doin' in there?!" Luke 
grumbled as he saw Chuck just standing around in 
confusion, "you best cook something up in there or I'm 
gonna have to get MEAN on your pathetic white ass!"

"I... I don't... I never..." Chuck almost sobbed in 
helplessness and fear.

Luke sighed in frustration, "goddamn useless whiteboy. 
Yo, mama," he addressed Wendy as she rode his cock 
toward an inevitable orgasm, "you got any cookbooks and 
whatnot up in this bitch or what?"

Wendy nodded absentmindedly and murmured in between 
thrusts, "left... cabinet... bottom... drawer..."

"You heard that, faggot?" Luke shouted to Chuck in the 
kitchen, "get those cookbooks out and make me somethin' 
hearty! Lotsa protein and don't skimp on the portion 
sizes - I'mma need my energy tonight!"

With that, Luke wrapped both his arms around Wendy's 
thick white thighs, bent her knees back into her pillowy 
tits, flattening them and making her exhale forcefully. 
He stood up and fucked her with ass-rippling force as he 
deep-kissed her. She screamed into his mouth as she 
came, uncontrollably pissing herself. Missy saw this and 
quickly leapt to her knees in front of her mother's 
exposed cunt and sealed her petite mouth to the 
involuntarily-urinating pussy, greedily swallowing down 
Wendy's piss and orgasmic juices.

Chuck groaned at the sight and proceeded to make dinner, 
having found an old cookbook Wendy's mother had passed 
down to her. It had a conservatively-dressed, blonde 
housewife on the cover, smiling contentedly as she 
placed dinner on the table for her handsome husband and 
blonde children. On the cover was the encouraging phrase 
"100 simple recipes to help you cook like the perfect 
wife and please your man!"

Chuck cracked open the book and read the intro, trying 
to focus on the words over the slapping sound of Luke's 
savage standing pounding of his wife, her muffled 
screams of ecstasy and Missy's gurgling moans as she 
fingered herself and drank from Wendy's errant bladder.

"A good wife knows she must keep her man happy in all 
ways - keeping the house clean, the children neat and 
well-behaved and obey her husband in all matters. It's 
hard work, but luckily, the harder a wife works, the 
cuter she looks and the more attractive she is to her 
husband, ensuring he will not stray to a more attentive 
woman! After all, if a man strays, it's a reflection on 
the wife's dereliction of her womanly duties! Most 
important of these is to feed and sustain her man. After 
all, he works hard all day and has stresses and concerns 
that the wife simply can't understand. There's nothing a 
husband enjoys more than coming home to a happy wife who 
keeps her own worries to herself and asks about HIS day 
as she massages his sore, overworked feet. Topping it 
off is a warm, home-cooked meal that fills the husband's 
belly and satisfies him in a way unique to the female of 
the species. This is the only way a WOMAN can provide 
for her MAN, rather than the usual other way around! 
Learning this skill is the most important duty of a wife 
and demonstrates her love and devotion for the Master of 
the house!"

Chuck groaned at the sexism of it, something he never 
noticed before until he was put into the role of the 
housewife. He flipped through and found a nice steak 
recipe that made his mouth water. He remembered Wendy 
making this for him several times, it was one of his 
favorites. And it looked fairly simple to do. He checked 
the refrigerator and was pleased to find steak and 
potatoes along with some carrots. In the spice rack he 
found the rest of the ingredients he needed.

Glancing around, he saw that Luke was now balls-deep in 
Missy's asshole and Missy was eating Luke's generous 
deposit from Wendy's gaping cunt. Butch was still tied 
to his chair where he'd been gagged and forced to watch 
Chuck's cum-eating ordeal earlier.

Chuck tried to ignore the sexual acrobatics going on in 
the next room and focused on making dinner. At least he 
could have a good meal, something he realized he hadn't 
had since this whole fiasco began.

It took Chuck only about an hour to make dinner, much 
longer than it took Wendy usually. It was hard to 
concentrate with Luke raping his family in the next 
room, especially when Luke pinned Butch to the ground 
and sodomized him brutally, Butch screaming a constant 
stream of profanities at Luke as the black man pounded 
his ass.

But Chuck eventually did finish, and while it didn't 
come out nearly as "pretty" as Wendy's, he was proud of 
himself. It looked genuinely appetizing. Not bad for his 
first time, he commended himself privately.

When Chuck set the table and put out five plates with 
steak, potatoes and carrots, he secretly saved the best 
cut of meat for himself.

Everyone sat for dinner, with Luke unexpectedly taking 
the seat at the head of the table - Chuck's usual spot! 
Now Luke had the best cut of meat and Chuck couldn't 
switch them now without betraying his deception. He took 
another seat at the table and resigned himself to a 
smaller, less choice cut.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa-" Luke stopped Chuck as he began to 
sit. Chuck's heart skipped a beat - what had he done 
wrong now?!

"What do you think you're doin', sissy bitch?" Luke 
scowled at him.

"H... having dinner..." Chuck stuttered. How could it be 
unclear what he was doing?

"Nuh-uh, naw, you already HAD your dinner, cuckie-boy!" 
Luke pulled him away from the table and pushed him to 
the ground, "y'all gorged yerself on a nice, big meal of 
my spunk, you greedy faggot! Don't be a pig and try to 
eat everyone else's dinner, too!"

Chuck couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was Luke 
kidding? Was he actually going to deny Chuck the meal HE 
had made? Did he expect him to live off the bellyful of 
Luke's recycled jizz that weighed sickeningly in his 
bloated stomach?

"Y'all should be full, I bet you ain't hungry anyway!" 
Luke snickered, "matter of fact-" Luke took Chuck's 
plate and dumped the sissy-cook's portion onto his own 
plate, giving himself a heaping double serving, "yeah, 
that's more like it! Nigger's gotta EAT, yo!"

Chuck groaned and remained sitting on the floor next to 
Luke, looking up at him pathetically as he watched Luke 
bite into his first taste of steak.

"MMMM!" Luke nodded in appreciation, "that's some DAMN 
good steak, boy! You gonna make a FINE wife yet!"

Chuck flushed in embarrassment as he looked around the 
room and saw Missy leering at him lasciviously, amused 
at his plight. Butch averted his eyes and ate hungrily, 
worn out from having been so athletically abused all 
day. Wendy simply smiled like an innocent, happy wife as 
if everything was normal and ate her meal with grace and 
manners - as if everything was normal, and with no 
apparent concern at all for her husband.

Chuck's stomach grumbled, but not from hunger, he 
realized. As sick as it made him to admit it, Luke was 
right. He wasn't hungry at all - and wouldn't be for a 
while to come as his overtaxed stomach worked to digest 
the oversized bucket of remixed and foul black baby 
batter bloating his belly.

The rest of the work week went much the same, the family 
fell into a sort of workday daily routine. Luke would 
fill Chuck's ass with cum and/or piss several times in 
the morning and Chuck would have to do his best to hold 
it in his ass all day at work while Luke stayed home and 
fucked the shit out of his wife and daughter.

Butch returned to school and acted as if nothing had 
changed, but immediately his friends, teachers, 
teammates and coach noticed a difference. He seemed to 
be moody and withdrawn. He had lost his confidence and 
swagger. Whenever anyone asked him about the change in 
his mood, he got angry and pulled away, changing the 
subject or lashing out. His friends were concerned for 
him, but quickly turned away from him when he got nasty, 
saying he must be "on the rag" or something. 

His coach would have none of his attitude and made him 
do extra squats and run extra laps around the track. 
Luke appreciated this as it made Butch's tight, round 
bubble-butt even more fuckable when he got home from 
practice and Luke was more than happy to take advantage 
of it. He would work Butch's ass with vigor, making sure 
to give him a "deep tissue massage", working out those 
lactic acids and make Butch "feel the burn" as he blew a 
massive load up in the sweaty teen's guts.


CHAPTER 8: THE BIG GAME

That first Monday night Chuck came home from work, the 
next Eagles game was on and Luke made a big deal of it. 
Luckily the game was on late enough that Chuck's late 
dinner didn't overlap the kickoff time.

Unfortunately, this time the Eagles narrowly lost to the 
Cowboys and Luke was an absolute monster the entire 
game. He repeatedly abused each of the family members, 
taking out his frustrations on their various already-
abused holes.

Chuck noticed Luke's foul mood seemed to last all the 
next week, he was rougher and meaner than usual. He 
truly feared this monstrous black man, feared him like a 
child feared an abusive father. But Chuck was 
increasingly distraught to see that, the meaner and 
rougher Luke was, the more his beautiful wife seemed to 
respond. She actually seemed to be getting turned on 
more and more by Luke's rough handling and abuse. It 
made Chuck despair like never before...

The next Sunday, Luke's mood improved substantially when 
the Eagles beat the Steelers. Chuck was relieved when 
Luke seemed to ease off some of the more vicious acts 
that following week. Wendy, though, seemed a bit 
disappointed.

While everything seemed to move in slow motion, Chuck 
learned to count the weeks they were enslaved by the 
black rapist by the football schedule.

To everyone's dismay (except Wendy), the Eagles lost 
their next two games to the Bears and Redskins and Luke 
became an absolutely unbearable tyrant for two weeks. 
The abuses he rained down on the Whitebreads were 
unfathomable and his temper was on a hair trigger. Being 
just a second too slow to obey his orders, looking at 
him the wrong way or seeming less than eager to swallow 
his jizz or piss earned harsh punishment - either in the 
form of searing verbal humiliation, merciless spankings 
or brutal sodomization - and usually all three.

The Sunday afternoon of the 5th week, the Philadelphia 
Eagles were set to play the San Francisco 49'ers. Chuck 
and Wendy were 'niners fans (Wendy thought Joe Montana 
was cute when she was a teen).

The 'Niners, according to Luke, were nothing but "pansy-
ass white faggots from San Fransisco, official CAPITOL 
of faggotry". Butch didn't take this well. He loved the 
'Niners and always dreamed of some day playing for them. 
He admired their current Quarterback, J.T. O'Sullivan. 
Like Butch, he was born in Burbank and Butch intended to 
go to UC Davis like he did. Butch saw his path to NFL 
stardom layed out clearly before him. He didn't have a 
stand-out career so far, but Butch figured he just 
needed a chance. He'd had some bad luck lately, but 
Butch was going to root with all his heart for him to 
beat the Eagles and their black QB, just to shut Luke 
up.

Luke was nothing but confidence, pretty arrogant for it 
being so early in the season and the Eagles having a 
pretty even record so far. He was still pissed about the 
losses to the Cowboys, Bears and Redskins, but he was 
confident the team was getting better and would make up 
for those losses later in the season. Secretly, Chuck 
hoped the Eagles did win this week. He couldn't imagine 
how much meaner Luke would get if his favorite team lost 
3 weeks in a row!

Luke settled in on the couch and had Chuck bring him a 
beer. Luckily for Luke, he'd brought some beers in his 
truck on Friday and put them in the fridge that night 
after everyone had been fucked to exhaustion. But Luke 
told them his Heinekens were too good for them. He told 
them to drink the O'Douls instead, insisting everyone in 
the family drank one. Only Wendy realized what was 
*really* in them. Chuck started to protest saying kids 
shouldn't drink beer and Luke backhanded him before he 
could finish, telling him that weak-ass shit didn't even 
have any alcohol in it, so shut the fuck up and stop 
being a pussy.

Everyone sat in the living room watching the big-screen 
TV as the game started and Luke watched them all drink 
his piss from the O'Doul's bottles. Wendy drank hers, 
flushing with excitement as she did, knowing exactly 
what she was drinking. Chuck screwed up his face 
thinking the beer was just spoiled. Missy tasted hers, 
thinking it would taste bad. But when she took her first 
sips, her face lit up and she thirstily chugged hers, 
asking for a second. Butch was the last to try his, and 
he instantly spit it out when he recognized a taste he'd 
already come to know very well - Luke's nasty piss! 

Luke pounced on the teen and grabbed his head, shoved 
the bottle into the back of his mouth and poured his 
chilled piss right down the boy's throat, forcing him to 
guzzle it. He slapped Butch and forced him to ask for 
another. Wendy obediently got a second round for 
everyone and they all drank theirs down as they watched 
the game.

After Wendy had downed her second piss-beer, Luke pulled 
her over to him and shoved her head in his lap, making 
her blow him while he watched the game. She willingly 
obliged, drooling and stroking and gagging on it the way 
he liked. She could tell he liked when people choked on 
his dick and struggled to deep-throat it, evidence of 
his impressive size.

Less than three minutes into the game, the 'Niner's 
kicker kicked a field goal, scoring the first points of 
the game and putting the 'Niners up 3. Butch cheered at 
this and Luke mocked the teen, saying it's pretty sad he 
has to root for the KICKER to score points for their 
team! Still, Wendy could tell Luke was pissed that the 
'Niners were already ahead, he was now shoving her head 
down on his rigid prick and forcefully gagging her on 
it, making her retch.

Luckily, a few minutes later the Eagles scored the first 
touchdown and got the extra point, causing Luke to jump 
up and cheer, rubbing it in Butch and Chuck's faces, 
slapping them in the face with his fat, heavy dick - wet 
with the drool and mucus from Wendy's throat.

Luke was manic for a bit, but his high was muted a bit 
when the 'Niners' kicker got *another* field goal, even 
longer this time. Now the Eagles were only ahead by one 
by the end of the first quarter, still - they were 
ahead.

Luke blew his load down Wendy's throat at the end of the 
first quarter and shoved her off, knocking her to the 
floor, telling her to bring him some barbeque chips. She 
wiped her mouth, swallowing the excess jism pooled in 
her mouth and obeyed, crawling away submissively.

The second quarter went well for Luke, too - McNabb 
throwing a touchdown pass to put his team up by 8 within 
the first minute. Luke jumped up and hollered, going up 
to Butch and Chuck and yelling "in yo FACE, whiteboy!" 
He grabbed Butch, shoved his head into his deep black 
crack and ripped a nasty fart right in his face. Luke 
laughed his ass off as Butch choked and gagged and fell, 
coughing and gasping to the floor.

The Eagles went up another 3 and Luke got hard again. 
This time he commanded Missy to crawl over and blow him 
while Wendy sucked his balls. The two white females 
submitted willingly, the 13 year old girl doing her best 
to throat Luke's thick prick while her mother bulged out 
her cheeks on Luke's enormous balls, sticking out her 
tongue and licking his asshole as a little extra bonus. 
Luke liked this and it made his dick stiffen and jerk in 
Missy's mouth. Luke told Wendy to keep it up with her 
freaky-ass tongue.

But, then, just as Luke was about to blow his load down 
Missy's sore throat - with only about 30 seconds left in 
the first half - the 'Niners' fucking *kicker* scored 
ANOTHER fucking field goal - this time for over 50 
fucking yards!

Luke totally lost it, jumping up and swearing at the TV, 
screaming at Butch that his sissy fuckin' quarterback 
sucked so bad that the only way they could score any 
fucking points was to play fuckin' soccer instead of 
football!

While Luke was ranting, an Eagles' field goal was 
blocked and ran in for a touch down, narrowing the 
Eagle's lead to just 2 points going into halftime. Luke 
flipped the couch over with Missy still on it and cursed 
as he stomped out of the room. Not only was he annoyed 
by the 'Niners staying in the game despite playing like 
shit, his balls were blue from being cock-blocked just 
as he was about to bust his nut in the girl's throat.

Luke came back a couple minutes later with a football. 
He was smiling and seemed to be in better spirits. 
Luke's team was still winning, and he was making jokes 
and teasing Butch and Chuck about the 'Niners, but Wendy 
could tell he was still seething underneath.

For half-time, he messed around, forcing Butch to play 
catch with football in the house, breaking lamps and 
vases and knocking stuff over carelessly. He threw his 
passes at the white teen with full force, way too hard 
for the boy to catch.

Luke told Butch he must not be used to catching, but 
he'd better get used to it cuz he was going to be a 
"wide receiver" from now on and he was going to have to 
"go deep". Luke pelted Butch over and over with the 
football, hitting him in the head, gut and balls. Before 
long, Butch was just running away from Luke and the 
ball, trying to protect himself. Luke laughed his ass 
off at the "football hero", calling him a San Francisco 
pussy.

By the time the 3rd quarter started, the living room was 
a shambles. Picture frames were broken and on the floor 
in pieces. Plants had been knocked out of their pots and 
vases spilled water all over the carpet. The shades had 
been knocked off one side of the window and hung 
crooked. Butch's football trophy had been broken in two 
by one of Luke's throws.

The third quarter was a scary time in the household. 
Luke was so on edge, he didn't even have anyone on his 
dick the whole quarter. The 'Niners took the lead early, 
running one in and getting the extra point - putting 
them up for the first time since the start of the game. 

Luke got quiet and groused and grumbled for the majority 
of the third quarter as the Eagles failed to score a 
single point. Chuck and Butch felt their hopes rise - 
the "sissy" 'Niners were going to beat Luke's "superior 
black" Eagles! The arrogant black bastard was going to 
have to eat his words and the loss would put him back in 
his place!

When the 'Niner's kicker made ANOTHER 3-point field goal 
and put the 'Niners up by 8, Luke lost his SHIT. He 
grabbed Butch and dragged him outside into the yard. He 
threw him down and threw the football at Chuck, smacking 
him in the face with it.

Luke ordered Chuck to hold the football for Butch. Butch 
was going to be the kicker and try to kick the ball like 
the 'Niners. Luke stood back on the other side of the 
line of scrimmage and readied himself. When Chuck placed 
the football down, Luke charged right at him. Butch was 
not a kicker, he was a quarterback, but he was going to 
kick that fucking ball right into that nigger's face and 
break his fat fucking nose!

Butch got to the ball and swung to kick it, but Luke 
flew through the air and flattened the thin teen with 
240 pounds of dense muscle and bone.

The flying tackle completely knocked the wind out of the 
whiteboy. He laid under Luke, pinned and stunned. Chuck 
still held the ball and looked back at the two. He still 
held the football - his son's foot never touched it.

Luke then flipped Butch over, ripped off his shorts and 
fucked him right there in the yard! He held the boy 
pinned down and pounded him in the ass brutally. Butch 
tried to scream, but Luke covered his mouth with his 
large, strong hand - effectively blocking the struggling 
teen's nostrils as well - depriving him of air.

Butch's eyes welled up from the pain and humiliation of 
his ass-raping and his eyes rolled back in his head as 
he suffocated. Luke's giant prick drove into his bowels 
with monster truck force over and over, giving Butch 
grass stains on his knees and hands as he was pushed 
across the lawn by the powerful thrusts.

Chuck hung his head and tried not to watch as his son 
was violated right in front of him. There was nothing he 
could do to stop the big black man - especially not in 
his current enraged state. Wendy didn't look away, 
though, she knelt beside Luke and ran her hands along 
Luke's muscular, undulating back and appreciatively 
massaged his furiously flexing and pumping butt. She 
seemed hypnotized by Luke's display of savage masculine 
dominance. Missy watched with perverse arousal, frigging 
her clit and pinching her nipple as she sat on the back 
steps.

Luke released Butch's mouth, but then wrapped both his 
strong hands around Butch's neck and choked him as he 
howled "EAGLES!!!" and exploded in the boy's guts - 
flooding his intestines with his hot, angry spunk. Butch 
choked and gagged and gasped for air as Luke pumped his 
frustrations into the boy's depths. He had built up a 
sizeable load thanks to his interrupted nut-busting from 
before. This was the longest Luke had gone without 
cumming all weekend and Butch was getting a nice, thick 
double-dose of nigger seed in his bowels.

When Luke finally dumped his family-size ball-load into 
Butch's abused shithole, the 4th quarter had already 
started. Luke ordered Wendy to retrieve the "big-ass" 
buttplug and seal up Butch's gaping hole to make sure 
his jizz would "knock him up". She did so without 
question and she and Missy dragged the defeated teen boy 
back into the living room.

Luke had dragged Chuck over to the couch and was face-
fucking the father, making him clean Butch's ass off his 
semi-flaccid fat prick. He laughed as he saw the 
'Niner's quarterback had just been sacked by one of the 
Eagle's 250-pound black defensive ends. He told Butch 
his hero looked just like him, about to take it up the 
ass like a bitch from a big black man.

Luke was feeling better, but was still angry about the 
Eagles being down so much. His dick recovered within 
about 10 minutes of Chuck's cock-cleaning and he began 
to take out his frustrations on the white dad's mouth. 
The Eagles scored a touchdown bringing them to within 
one point of the 'Niners and Luke's facefucking 
increased in tempo slightly.

Luke continued to mouth-rape Chuck throughout the 
quarter, cursing him out and badmouthing the 'Niners as 
the Eagles made slow progress. But as the 'Niner's 
quarterback seemed to fall apart right in front of them, 
Luke commented that he hasn't been the same since he was 
sacked. He must be distracted, dreaming of that big, 
black dick pumping his tight white girly-ass.

Butch watched in despair as the 'Niners' quarterback 
failed to complete a single pass and the Eagles took the 
lead with a field goal. And soon after, his idol was 
sacked AGAIN and fumbled the ball and turned it over, 
giving possession to the Eagles.

Luke whooped and hollered at this, now standing up and 
holding Chuck's head with both hands in a vice-like 
grip, now fucking the limp father's head with 
thoughtless intensity, losing himself in the momentum of 
the game. Chuck gagged and choked and retched around the 
invading prick as it plunged in and out of his esophagus 
over and over again.

Luke had worked himself up to a feverish pitch and was 
really fucking Chuck's mouth like it was a two-dollar 
whore's loose cunt. When the 'Niner's quarterback sealed 
his own downfall by throwing an interception to the same 
defensive end that had sacked him and the black player 
ran the ball back down the field for the game-ending 
touchdown, Luke screamed "FUCK YEAH, CRACKER!!!" and 
dropped to the floor with Chuck's face still impaled on 
his dick and he did push-up full-body thrusts into 
Chuck's slack-jawed mouth with the full strength and 
weight of his impressive physique. 

Luke plowed his entire throbbing, veiny, turgid prick 
into Chuck's throat and planted it there with all his 
might. His heavy balls laid on Chuck's eyes, blinding 
him. Wendy and Missy were kissing and fingering each 
other and they both came as they saw Luke's balls 
clenching and convulsing on Chuck's face as he pumped 
the dad's throat full of his pent-up virile, sticky 
hotsauce.

Chuck gagged and jerked and thrashed under Luke's 
weight, but was pinned to the floor, impaled by the huge 
black man's unyielding flaming metal rod of fury as it 
violently flooded his guts with furious rage. He could 
feel each burning blast of hot nigger spunk as it 
splattered forcefully against his stomach wall and he 
felt waves of nausea ripple through him. His stomach 
wanted to revolt, but there was no denying the spicy 
spunk injection he was being subjected to.

Luke's last powerful cock-convulsion sprayed the final 
spurt of his angry ball-batter into Chuck's belly as the 
final whistle sounded. In the last minute or so of the 
game, the Eagles had solidified their lead scoring 
another 10 points and putting away the 'Niners 40 to 25, 
shutting San Francisco out entirely in the final quarter 
while running away with 23 points!

After the game, Luke was ecstatic and told Butch that 
sacking and ass-raping him must have been good luck and 
that this was going to become his new half-time 
tradition. Luke was on a high, now, talking all kinds of 
shit and putting down whites as natural fags during 
dinner (which Chuck was forced to make for the family, 
even while his own belly churned and grumbled from the 
large load of nigger jizz fermenting in it).

The win seemed to have greatly invigorated the already 
hypervirile black man and after dinner he fucked the 
each of the family members silly until they passed out.

After J.T. O'Sullivan's terrible game and a couple more 
like it, he had the worst record in the league for 
fumbles and interceptions and the 49'ers promptly 
replaced him, ending his NFL career and crushing Butch's 
dreams.

***

Luke kept to his promise of his halftime ritual of 
tackling Butch in the back yard and savagely ass-raping 
him. And, sure enough, the Eagles remained undefeated 
for the next three weeks. The most recent game was the 
last game before the 2008 Presidential election and it 
finished on the Sunday evening before the election with 
the Eagles beating the hapless Seahawks 26-7.

This left Luke in a jubilant mood, but something about 
the routine he had settled into began to nag at him. 
Everything was going exactly as Luke had wanted, but he 
began to get bored with the routine after only a few 
weeks. Luke liked a challenge, he hated getting stuck in 
a rut. The day came when he began to contemplate leaving 
the Whitebreads to their own devices and moving on...


CHAPTER 9: THE NEW ROUTINE

After 5 weeks of being under Luke's dominion, the entire 
family had fallen into this new routine and it become 
comfortable. 

Luke slept in the master bed with Wendy on one side, 
Missy on the other. His arms would be wrapped around 
them, grabbing their asses. The two Whitebread bitches 
would kiss each other for him, massaging his broad, 
muscular chest appreciatively.

Chuck slept in the bed, too. He had to wear a cock cage, 
and a large black butt plug to keep Luke's copious cum 
in his ass (to ensure he absorbed it all) and Wendy's 
lace bridal panties. His hands were tied together behind 
his back. He slept in a "cocksucker harness" - invented 
by a kinky friend of Luke's who owned a local fetish sex 
shop. The black leather straps went around Luke's hips 
and Chuck's head to keep him locked to Luke's cock in 
his mouth. Luke's cock was always soiled from a day full 
of fucking - his wife's and daughter's cunt juices and 
the shit smears of all of them caked Luke's huge cock. 
Chuck was expected to suck the cock clean before he 
falls asleep.

During the night, Luke's cock would get hard (you'd be 
surprised how easily choking on cock wakes you up) and 
Chuck had to suck it until he came. Sometimes Missy or 
Wendy caused this by kissing Luke and cupping his balls. 
Luke fingered them while they kissed and Luke came in 
Chuck's mouth while the girls came on his fingers in 
their asses and cunts. The girls enjoyed feeling Luke's 
balls twitch and jerk 10 or more times with each 
powerful blast of jizz shot down Chuck's throat.

And if Luke needed to piss during the night, he slapped 
Chuck across the face to wake him up and pissed right 
down his throat.

In the morning, Luke fucked Chuck's face hard and took a 
long, hot, strong morning piss down his throat before 
sending Chuck down to start making a large breakfast for 
all of them.

Chuck became more and more domesticated as the weeks 
went on as Wendy was much too busy being fucked all the 
time or being Luke's personal servant. Chuck couldn't 
believe how quickly and easily Wendy had given in to 
this big, black rapist. But the truth was, Luke's 
stupendous cock reached places inside Wendy that had 
never been touched in her entire life - parts of her 
vagina that could only have been reached by a long, 
hard, fat cock with a big head. Like Lukes. She came 
like crazy that first day and was an instant convert to 
black cock.

And Wendy's asshole got as much action as her pussy. 
Luke would force Chuck to lick Wendy's asshole and get 
it ready while Wendy choked on Luke's big black dick. 
Then Chuck would have to lie underneath Wendy and keep 
her ass cheeks spread as wide as possible while she 
knelt over him and Luke fucked the ever-living SHIT out 
of his beautiful wife (sometimes literally - her shit 
would get dislodged by Luke's fat cock and his deep 
thrusts and come oozing out to splatter on Chuck's face. 
Of course, Luke made Chuck eat it all).

But Luke was an equal-opportunity sodomist. He would 
have Wendy hold Chuck's ass cheeks open while Luke ass-
raped him, too.

Chuck's cooking duties expanded to breakfast and all 
weekend meals and he additionally became responsible for 
straightening up the house (a formidable task 
considering the mess he came home to after Luke's 
marathon fucking sessions every day). Sheets were 
constantly stained and soiled from non-stop, unspeakably 
dirty acts Luke perpetrated on his family and there were 
spills and stains of various body fluids all over the 
house that Chuck had to scrub clean by hand.

Each day when Chuck came home, Luke would be standing in 
the foyer. Before doing anything, Chuck would be 
expected to fall to his knees immediately and drink 
Luke's day-long saved up piss. Then Missy would strip 
him of his work clothes and leash him immediately, 
putting a frilly apron on him that hid his shamefully 
small dick but left his flabby butt exposed for the 
occasional punishment or impromptu ass-raping, as Luke 
saw fit.

After Chuck made and served dinner, he served as the 
clean-up boy for the evening's sexual acrobatics. Luke's 
favorite humiliation in those early days was to make 
Chuck his ballwasher. He made the cuckold hold his 
massive black balls in his mouth while Wendy sat on top 
of Luke's towering prick and pumped her big white ass up 
and down on it with gusto. Her cheeks would hit his nose 
and he could smell her ass on Luke's dick as she churned 
her bowels on his massive prick. Ass juices ran down 
Luke's cock, over his balls and into Chuck's mouth. Luke 
ordered him to lick and suck the balls while his wife 
passionately sodomized herself on the black man's huge 
tool. 

When Luke was ready to blow his load, he would grab 
Wendy by the hips with his large, powerful, rough black 
hands, spread her cheeks as far apart as he could, and 
pull her down all the way onto his fat prick until it 
was buried in her to the hilt, her pretty little asshole 
obscenely stretched to its limit around the fat base of 
Luke's big black dick. Then he would tell Chuck to just 
hold the balls in his mouth, with his tongue wrapped 
around them so he could feel them blasting their jizz up 
into his wife's bowels as she squealed and writhed in 
her anal orgasm. Chuck could see her body shudder 
involuntarily as he felt Luke's balls twitch with each 
powerful blast of hot spunk he was firing deep into her 
guts. Usually there'd be a good 10-20 of these 
testicular convulsions and Wendy would often have 
multiple orgasms during this.

Afterwards, Chuck would do his clean-up duties, sucking 
Luke's dirty cock clean while Wendy watched and 
expressed her disgust at the smell and look of Chuck 
slurping her shitty residue off the massive black dick. 

"I can't believe you're doing that, honey!" she would 
marvel at the sight of her formerly prideful white 
husband taking the huge black cock deep into his throat, 
sucking off the thick layer of churned shit that had 
built up on it during her deep anal pounding.

Luke always made Wendy refrain from taking a shit when 
he was planning to assfuck her. He liked it to be dirty, 
just to make Chuck have to clean up the mess after. 
Unlike in pornos where the women always take an enema 
before an anal scene, Luke liked it all natural, and 
filthy.

"Oh my God, that stinks so bad!!" Wendy would screw up 
her face and gag, trying to turn away.

"Bitch, that's YOUR shit!" Luke would grab her by her 
hair and pull her closer to get a nice close-up view of 
the action, "You gonna watch hubby here clean it up! 
Take a nice, deep sniff so you know what he's tastin' 
right now!"

"Yes, Luke," Wendy would always give in to Luke's 
demands immediately. He had total, unquestioned control 
over her. She'd take a nice, close, deep sniff.

"Well?" Luke would ask.

"Ugh.. that's SOOOO disgusting!" Wendy would gag, "How 
can you DO that, Chuck?" She would ask incredulously as 
Chuck continued to suck her shit-paste from the thick, 
hard cock belonging to the black bastard who had stolen 
his wife from him and emasculated him so thoroughly.

Chuck, of course, couldn't answer. He just did as 
ordered.

"Damn, bitch, ain't it obvious?" Luke would respond, 
"the faggot LIKES the taste. His two favorite things - 
black dick and your shit!"

"Is that true, honey?" Wendy would ask, "do you... do 
you really LIKE the taste of my... my shit?"

Even saying the foul word was difficult for Wendy, who 
had been raised so chaste, so pure, so conservatively.

But Chuck couldn't answer, he knew if he stopped sucking 
Wendy's shit off of Luke's cock or showed any sign of 
resistance, Luke would abuse him in even more awful 
ways. Wendy's shit was just as disgusting to him as it 
was to her... but the truth was... after 5 weeks of 
this, he was actually starting to get used to it. He 
didn't like it, by any means, but he didn't gag and 
throw up at the taste anymore... he was being trained 
quite effectively.

"I guess he does..." Wendy would agree, "I guess I never 
really knew how much of a disgusting pervert he was. 
Just a faggot for black dick. And a toilet mouth. 
Disgusting, useless toilet sissy. Not a real man at all. 
Thank you, Master Luke, for showing me the truth... and 
for showing me what a real man is like."

Wendy would deeply, passionately French-kiss Luke as 
Chuck sucked the huge black cock until he had swallowed 
every last morsel of her shit from it. When it was 
sparkling clean, Luke often had to relieve himself.

Luke would break their kiss and whisper into Wendy's 
ear.

"Gotta piss, bitch," He'd inform her.

Without asking what to do, Wendy would just go back to 
deep-kissing him as she forced Chuck's head down on the 
stiff black cock, making him deep-throat the black beast 
as the piss shot into his belly. Wendy would usually 
finger herself while Chuck guzzled the piss, coming 
again and moaning into Luke's mouth as they kissed and 
he pissed. 

Finally, after Luke's massive load (or several) had 
baked in Wendy's ass long enough (the whole clean-up and 
piss would take about 30 minutes), she would tell Luke 
"Oh.. I feel it coming down... I don't think I can hold 
it anymore... it feels like a LOT!"

"Aw, yeah, bitch, I filled yo ass up real nice," Luke 
would spank her jiggling ass hard, "even yo phat white 
booty can't hold all that nigga jizz!"

Luke would order Wendy to sit on Chuck's face and shit 
Luke's jizz into his mouth. Chuck obediently held it in 
his mouth until she had squeezed out every last viscous, 
hot dollop. 

Chuck knew the routine. When she had filled his mouth to 
the brim with shit-stained hot jizz, he would hold his 
mouth open wide for Luke and Wendy to inspect and 
comment on.

"Damn, that's nasty"

"I can't believe all of that was in my ass!"

"And that's just what came out, bitch."

"Is that a hunk of shit floating in there?!"

"Yeah, bitch, I cleaned yo ass out GOOD - I'm like the 
Roto Rooter up in there!"

"It looks like a chocolate shake!"

"Well, whatcha waitin' for, Cucky? Chug down that yummy 
chocolate shake for your wife, show her how much you 
appreciate her milkshake."

Once Luke and Wendy were finished mocking him, he was 
allowed to swallow it all, keeping his mouth open so 
they could watch it go down his throat (shit chunks and 
all) and laugh at the "cum bucket cuckold".

Luke eventually would make Chuck do the ball-sucking for 
anal sessions with Missy and Butch as well. Nothing was 
more humiliating than sucking the balls of some enormous 
black rapist while he's shooting his nigger seed deep 
into your teenage son's poor, abused bowels. Well, maybe 
being forced to keep sucking those balls while your son 
is forced to deep-throat said nigger's shitty cock until 
his lips touch yours. That was pretty bad, too. In fact, 
Luke's creativity seemed to know no limit when it came 
to devising new and more humiliating ways to abuse Chuck 
and his family.

Chuck had become the general human clean-up boy, eating 
Luke's cum from Wendy and Missy's holes and licking 
Luke's soiled cock clean and sucking him back to 
firmness for his next exploit. This would last late into 
the night as Luke took his turn with each of the family 
members, multiple times each.

Then each morning, Luke would awake in the Master 
Bedroom (appropriately named now) and find Chuck in his 
place sleeping on the floor at the foot of his former 
bed that he used to share with his wife every night. He 
would be leashed to the leg of the large, heavy wood 
bed. Luke would slap Chuck across the face until he woke 
up then drain his concentrated, nasty, voluminous 
morning piss down Chuck's throat, sighing in relief as 
he emptied his bursting bladder into the conquered 
cuckold. This always earned derisive giggles from Missy 
and Wendy as they hung their heads over the edge of the 
bed and watched, wide-eyed, Chuck's daily morning 
humilation.

And so the entire family settled into their new roles. 

Wendy was Luke's main fuck and lived exclusively for his 
big black dick. The rougher the sex, the more she seemed 
to like it, the harder she would come, and the more she 
would descend into Luke's total control each passing 
day. It wasn't long before Chuck knew there was no 
coming back for his formerly chaste and proper white 
bride. Once she went black, there was absolutely no 
fucking way she'd ever be coming back...

Missy was the "helper bitch", there to help her mother 
or Luke get off and to serve as the relief fuckhole for 
Luke when Wendy was too exhausted to go again. Missy 
also seemed to take extra pleasure in Chuck's 
humiliation. This confused and upset Chuck because he 
thought he and Missy had always had such a close 
relationship. Of all the children, she had clung to 
Chuck the closest and had seemed to be unable to get 
enough of his attention. She was truly "Daddy's little 
girl". Only now this black bastard had twisted that 
closeness and perverted it into something dark and 
dirty. Now she couldn't get enough of seeing Chuck get 
face-fucked by Luke or forced to drink the black man's 
piss. She would even ask if Luke needed to take a piss, 
offering to bring him more beer to try to fill his 
bladder. Luke, of course, always took her up on it and 
Chuck would have to pay the price while Missy got her 
kicks watching, fingering herself.
 
Butch continued to keep up his charade at school while 
having to witness and endure the deepest of humiliations 
every night. Chuck saw some of it, but when Butch was 
home, he was usually locked away in the basement and 
only let out for fucking or football games. Luke would 
sometimes disappear into the basement for an hour or two 
and Chuck heard the most excruciating cries from his son 
during those sessions. He had no idea what terrors Luke 
was perpetrating on his son... but (he was ashamed to 
admit), he was happy it wasn't HIM...

And Chuck barely maintained the absolute minimum needed 
to keep his job while he served as Luke's de facto wife, 
domestic servant, clean-up boy and daily urinal. He had 
no idea how his role would change over the coming weeks 
and months and the bizarre end this long, dark journey 
would eventually lead him...

***

Chapter 9a: TONGUE BATHING

Luke started off having Wendy tongue bathe him while 
Chuck was forced to watch. Wendy willingly and eagerly 
did so with obvious relish and appreciation. Chuck cried 
the first time as he watched Wendy so eagerly clean the 
huge black mass of muscle with only her lips and tongue, 
sucking on his toes, licking him, maintaining submissive 
eye contact with him the entire time. Sucking his large, 
heavy, sweaty balls in her mouth and lavishing them. 
Hungrily licking and eating his asshole, diving in 
between his muscular cheeks, not pulling away as he 
farts in her mouth - this only made her go harder at it. 
When she got to his huge cock, she licked it clean of 
the pussy and ass juices accumulated on it, getting it 
rock hard, then she wrapped her arms around his hips and 
impaled her throat on his cock, forcing herself to deep 
throat him to the base. Eyes watering, nose running, 
gagging and choking, turning red from lack of air. 
Reaching down as she was heaving & gagging, she fingered 
herself to orgasm as he came down her throat. He came 
out soft. She continued, sucking his nipples, licking 
his underarms, even his ears and nostrils! He refuses to 
kiss her "trash mouth" though, which makes her feel like 
a lowly, dirty whore. But she was, so...

Eventually, he told Chuck it was time for him to join. 
Wendy was happy to have him join in worshipping their 
black master with their tongues, show their subservience 
and gratitude. Forced hubby to do it, encouraged him, 
told him how to be submissive and worship the black 
master. Each suck a ball. Made him lick and suck the ass 
as Luke farts, she shoved his head in tight and giggles 
as Luke farts, saying "yum!". Wet shit spittle flies out 
and Chuck has to swallow it - Wendy didn't even know it 
happened, just calls him a wimp for struggling and 
gagging so much, pushing him in there harder and telling 
Luke to do it again until Chuck stopped complaining and 
struggling. After 10 such dirty, wet farts, Chuck had 
given up, his mouth coated in liquid crap. He didn't 
know it at the time, but it was his first step to 
becoming his toilet.

They each licked up and down one side of the cock, at 
the same time, tongues and lips touching. Licking the 
encrusted pussy juice and shit from his stiff cock. Then 
she forced him down on the cock, making him deepthroat 
it like she did, choking, gagging, etc. Fingered his 
asshole and shoved his head down. Cutting off air, can't 
breathe, about to pass out. Luke came down his throat, a 
lot as she's massaging his balls, coaxing a huge load 
out of them. Pulled Chuck off, he came back to, spittle, 
mucus and jizz leaking. Finished the job - up his 
muscular abs, nipples, underarms. Wendy cleaned ears, 
Luke blew his nose in Chuck's mouth. Wendy and Chuck 
deep kissed, she came while jerking him off. Luke pisses 
on them and leaves.

Later on, this ritual would evolve. Sometimes it was 
Wendy sucking Luke's balls as Chuck was forced to wear 
her lingerie and pump his ass up and down on Luke's cock 
while she sucked and licked Luke's balls to coax them to 
cum copiously up Chuck's ass. Chuck's ass would then be 
corked until he'd absorbed it all. Luke would make him 
suck his own shit off his dick while his wife kept 
sucking his balls and watching, fingering herself to 
orgasm as Luke pissed down her wimp hubby's throat.

To Be Continued!
Scatwoman@aol.com

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in 
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of 
the scenarios in this story should seriously consider 
seeking professional help.
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