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THE TEAM FROM THE RICH SUBURBS

Chapter 1


Synthia Piper was almost at the top. She had worked her ass off all year,
scheming and planning for this moment. She had arranged to get her team into
a league that included a lot of poor, inner city schools. She had seen to it
that her k**s received the best training that money could buy. She had bribed
many of the officials of the big tournament, even a number of the other
coaches had succumbed to her bribes, and on one distasteful occasion, her
body. Now she was in a position to give the parents of Virgin Miller College
what they wanted, and what they had paid for. The Silver Cup.

So she had been forced to do a nooner with that fat overweight jock on the
tournament committee. He had been so sweaty and that flab, well that was
behind her now. Now she could concentrate on the sweet young girls. Lots of
sweet young bodies to intimidate and seduce. Why it made her smooth pussy
water just thinking of the future. The Silver Cup for their trophy case would
give her the keys to the future. Champions of the high school girls'
basketball league, division three would be just the start.

Each parent had coughed up the bucks to get their spoiled bitches to the
pinnacle of their conference. Now, with a little luck, a little intimidation
and a whole shit pot load of money, she would overcome the opposition and get
the Silver Cup for her school, and for her own future.

It had worked so far, and now there was only one team left to play for the
cup. OK, the opposition was a tough group of ghetto k**s, but the officials
would give her every break. A hefty bribe had seen to that. Not that it was
necessary, half of the girls at the inner city school probably spent more
time in jail than on the court and, if possible, her friends would see that
some of them were taken right off the court for d**gs.

Everything was in place. She would tonight dine on champaign and strawberries
and that sweet Sandra. Big tits, red hair, that girl had the tastiest cunt.
And, with the trophy, would come the recognition and the respect she that
deserved. Synthia had been an athlete in college, with scholarships and a
bright future, but one fucking incident, one little episode of cheating had
seen her career in ruins. She would show them. Once she got a reputation for
training winning teams, she could take her pick of jobs, and those ass holes
at BCN could go fuck themselves.

She could imagine their faces. Now it was the big day. She had roused the
little bitches out of bed and had them standing in front of the well kept
school grounds with their bags, waiting for the chartered bus to take them to
the title game. It was a long trip, and she wanted to get there early, just
to make sure the fix was in. Everything was going her way,

The usual bus arrived with a sigh and the door opened. A hugh black man
emerged and smiled at her.

"You're the team for the tournament?" he inquired. His eyes roved over the
nubile young white flesh of the waiting athletes. If anything his color, a
deep black, seemed to go to purple. The girls, who had been talking and
laughing moments before, fell silent, staring.

"Y, Yes!! Where is Steve, our usual driver??" she asked.

"Oh he's got a sick wife, and I volunteered to take his place as I's got
folks in town that I ain't seen in a while. I'm a good driver and I'll get
you's there with smiles on your faces. Yes sir. I aims to please you folks.
Now let's get those cases in the cargo box and get's started afore the
traffic builds up."

With that he proceeded to take her bag and open the door to the under side of
the bus. There was a big duffle bag already in the compartment. Did it move??
No it must be something else.

Synthia saw the hugh big black man move efficiently through the crowd of
shrinking, silent white girls and separated them from their bags. Soon all of
the baggage was stowed in the belly and the cargo door closed. Without a
backward glance he lumbered through the milling group of girls and stepped
onto the bus. The springs groaned from his bulk, and the bus seemed to shift.
A couple of the girls giggled as he shifted his enormous bulk into the
driver's seat.

"All aboard for the tournament," he shouted at the tittering girls, "Hurry up
fo' the good seats."

Synthia hesitated for a moment, but then shrugged her shoulders and raised
her clipboard. She called out the girls' names, checking them off as they
walked past her onto the buss.

"Terry."

A tall, willowy blonde girl with large green eyes nodded her head and got on
the bus.

"Shanda."

"Kathryn."

"I don't want to go, if he's driving."

Synthia looked up. The speaker, a tall, brunette looked over at the black man
with a sneer of distaste on her haughty face. The teacher leaned in and
whispered, "I understand, but we have to get to the game. Just hold your
nose." The girl giggled and then nodded. She got onto the bus, pinching her
nostrils between her fingers.

The driver looked away but his teeth gleamed at the fully expanded blouse of
the girl. "Yes sir that is going to be some sweet meat there!" he thought.

"Regina, Sandra, Elizabeth,"

Finally, the whole team was on the bus, all ten girls. Synthia swung onto the
front seat and put her clipboard away. There was a tittering and some
disputes over who sat with whom but finally they were all in and seated.

Synthia said, "OK, all here." She looked at the bus driver and wrinkled her
nose. Oh well, "What's your name?"

"Just call me Larry. I hope we get to know each other better as the trip goes
on."

Larry had the whitest teeth she had ever seen. His eyes seemed to look right
through her and she shuddered under their gaze, turning away as he closed the
door and released the brake. The bus seemed to sigh and then the engine
rumbled to life. The girls laughed and clapped as their transportation turned
down the road and picked up speed, carrying them towards their adventure.
They sensed that this would be a high point in their lives. They were going
to make school history. Little did they know how right they were.

Larry drove like a madman. He had them on the highway and into the city with
ease. As a couple of hours passed, most of the girls soon got bored with
travel. Kathryn loudly muttered something to Sandra about "Monkey driving at
the wheel." Synthia almost turned to tell her to keep it down, but then
shrugged, what did it matter if they hurt the bus driver's feeling? After all,
they called them porch monkeys in the ghetto, so he would be use to it.

Most of the girls didn't notice when the bus took an early exit. Synthia
thought that something was wrong when they drove through the half burnt-out
ghetto, but when she stood up to complain, Larry stepped on the gas and she
tumbled back into her seat. A couple of the girls screamed, but most were too
scared with the violent motions to make any noise. They just sat, paralysed,
as the speeding bus bounced and jiggled over potholes and half-paved road.
Finally, Larry turned a corner and applied the brakes in an alley behind a
large brick building.

The engine died. He heaved himself out of his seat, turned around and said,
"Now we have a little rest stop here!!" A large .45 appeared in his hand, he
grabbed Synthia's arm, pulled her out of her seat and spun her around to face
the now screaming girls.

"Shut the fuck up!"

The panicked girls ignored his order. He raised the pistol in the air and
fired. The explosion of the .45 in the confined space of the bus deafened the
girls, and finally stopped the screaming. Satisfied with the silence, Larry
turned to open the door.

Seeing her chance, Kathryn sought to flee through the emergency door at the
back of the bus. As she dropped to the pavement, however, the slender brunette
was greeted by a large group of black k**s, mostly teenagers. Some had sticks,
some knives, some even had guns. Letting out a shriek, she tried to climb back
into the bus, but was pulled down into the crowd. Sandra, a redhead with
large breasts, watched in horror from the inside of the bus as her teammate
was quickly lost from sight behind a crowd of black teenagers.

Some other k**s had jemmied open the cargo doors and were taking out the bags
and going over the contents of the now subdued white girls. A large duffle
bag was split open and a bound, gagged and naked Steve, the real bus driver,
was uncovered.

Inside the bus, Larry hadn't been wasting his time. After seeing that the
escaping girl was well taken care off, he had been stripping the basketball
coach. Synthia had struggled at first, but the feel of the .45 at her
forehead encouraged cooperation. While he worked, Larry looked up at the
frightened teenage girls and spoke, "Now I thinks you'll needs to rest for a
while. What says you'll strip's down for yo comfort and shit?? Else wise the
girls will take pleasure in treating you'll to a new set of rags made from
those fashionable duds you has on."

The girls didn't move. Larry had Synthia down to her bra and panties when he
finally threw her out to the waiting crowd. Taking a couple of steps down the
aisle, he reached down and grabbed a screaming girl, Regina Jones, from her
seat and roughly tore her blouse and then her bra from her slight frame.
Regina, a tomboy all her life, was a slender girl, with thin hips and no
breasts to speak of.

Larry sneered at her. "Looks like we got a boy hiding here. Tear off the
panties and if I sees there's a dick hiding down there..." Larry laughed as
he tossed her to the waiting crowd. The brown haired girl screamed and
struggled as black hands tore off her panties and began to explore her
lightly haired slit to assure themselves that their wasn't a dick in there.
She was nearly catatonic with fear from their feeling of her slit and the
crowd of boys and girls there, laughing and looking her over. She was so
scared she could not even scream. It took a particularly vicious pinch to her
left nipple to bring a vocal response.

"AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA" she screamed and tried to cover the now aching nipple.
It was a futile effort, with the many black hands exploring her now public
nudity.

Seeing what was happening to their teammates, the thoroughly frightened girls
now hurried to obey Larry's orders, they saw what awaited them off the bus so
maybe they would be safer to do as ordered and stay in the bus. They began to
undress, and covering themselves up as best they could with their hands. They
dropped their smart clothes under the seats to save them for future use. The
crowd, who seemed to be taking every thing in their baggage, swallowing up
their other fashionable clothes.

After they finished undressing, Larry herded the semi-clothed girls off of
the bus. As they stepped onto the pavement, each girl was grabbed by either a
black girl or boy and the precious underwear was torn off. The sound of
ripping and cries of outrage filled the air.

Satisfied that his charges were in hand, Larry sought out Synthia. He quickly
found her in the middle of a knot of black males were she was busily servicing
the whole group from her hands and knees. She was sucking, fucking and jacking
off a couple of the studs. One was even trying to fit his little black snake
in her ear without much success.

"Get out'a the way niger!" Larry exclaimed as he pulled the earfucker out of
the way. Angrily, he pushed the men away. The dicks gave up their places in
their reluctant holes and Larry dragged the dazed basketball coach over to
the bus steps. Her face glistened with come as he jerked her around and
turned to the crowd. She thought back fondly to the nooner with the official,
If only she had gone over there and given him the blow job he wanted today.
Oh God, If only she had,

He shouted, "y'all simmer down and bring the white bitches over here. NOW!!!
I want's to set the record straight here with them and dis here slimy
cheating whore."

A groan arose, but the knots of black bodies untangled themselves from the
white flesh at their centers and disgorged a motley collection of shivering
white females.

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Chapter 2

Larry stood up on the entrance steps of the bus with a reluctant Synthia
cowering at his side. She would have slid down and tried to get away, if it
hadn't been for his hold in her hair. As it was, she was twisting and
squirming in his strong grip, trying to cover her slit and nipples with her
hands, hoping to save what was left of her modesty.

It was a futile hope. The frustrated earfucker came up, grabbed her right
hand and uncovered her slit. He roughly stuck a bony, black finger in her and
then shouted angrily, "What is this shit? This whore is juicing to beat the
band. I thought that all of you stuck up white bitches had ice in here but
this'un is ready to fuck us all." He turned to his friends. "Just a whore
watering for some of our big black licorice sticks."

Tears rolled down Synthia's face, tracing paths through the thick globs of
cum, as the crowd burst into laughter. She wanted to shout at them that it
wasn't her juices, that the boy's finger had encountered the still warm cum
left by her recent ****s. But she was too scared.

Larry shot off the .45 again, to quiet the crowd of black teenagers and
maintain his authority. When they finally went quiet, he hollered, "Shut up,
motherfuckers. You didn't even know what hole to use when you had the chance."
The k**s laughed. "You probably don't even know what to do with a fine piece
of cunt like this un, if we was to give it to you for a week. You'd probably
just be pleading on those bony knees of you'rn to get a little suck on one of
these here tits. Now get out the way and let me get this show on the road. We
got business here, fucker."

Embarrassed, the earfucker withdrew a slimy black finger from Synthia's hole
and, recognizing his place, shut his mouth. He wouldn't beg to suck her tits,
Well maybe he would. Naw!! He get this bitch alone soon and then.

Larry grinned at the crowd. "Now, we have a lying, stealing, conniving bitch
here. She done bribed and fucked her way here and she done promised the
officials that she'd give im a piece of this," He slid his hand along the
front of her cuntpad. "for favorable decisions. So her team'd win the fuckin'
cup. Didn't you cunt?" Synthia squirmed helplessly. "Please don't hurt me!"
she begged. "I was just trying to..."

"You see, I found out 'bout it, and I feels that if this cunt is going to be
used again us, I want's to sees it at work. It owes us. Does I have any
brothers that will volunteer to see if it is the real power behind this team
of pasty pussies we's got here!!" Larry shouted.

Larry shoved her forward and she fell to her knees. A cheer went up and the
volunteers quickly assembled to sample the novel white cunt. Some of the
brothers decided that there were other holes in need of the attentions of
some fine black hoses and tried them. The earfucker, as he was the smallest
brother there, got left out and found only her ear and hair available again.
Maybe later he thought. He had to get he some of this white bitch. If'n his
balls weren't black they'd be blue now.

"Now brothers and sisters," Larry went on having successfully disposed of
Synthia for the near future, "we come to the pasty cunts that 'play ball' for
this bitch." He surveyed the cowering, near naked girls in front of him.
"Course," he sighed, shaking his head in mock sadness, "it's not all prime
meat. Give me this little bitch here." he said, indicating Regina.

He lifted her slight weight until she was visible to all and continued on,
"You sure that this is a cunt?? I don't want to find no hidden dick in this
here supposed to be slit y'all over looked."

Regina was mortified. She had been stripped, examined and pawed over for an
eternity and still this niger was calling her a boy. At 17, she was ashamed
of her flat chest and boyish figure, and suffered lots of teasing from other
k**s at school. But she tried to ignore it, working hard at school and on the
team. She planned to go to law school when she graduated, and, if she ever
got free of these black hands, she would file such a law suit,.

"AHHHHHHAHHHHHAHHHHH!" Regina screamed as her scalp seemed to catch fire in a
thousand little places. She forgot her modesty and grabbed for the black paw
that had lifted her effortlessly. She fought the fingers the gripped her hair,
but they seemed to be made of steel. Finally, her strength waned. She finally
gave up hopes of fighting the bastard and hung there like a trophy for this
black man.

With a huge grin, Larry lifted the crying girl even higher into the air. "Yes
sir. It still looks like a cock holder to me, Any of you's brothers tried a
dick in this?" he asked, sinking his thumb in the hole he was discussing.

"Noooo!" This brought renewed struggles from Regina as Larry's thick, greasy
finger pushed up against her cherry. The slender girl tried to push his hand
away, but he was too strong. She hung there, helpless and naked in the man's
hands, as he pushed and then broke her cherry. "Nooo!"

"Lookie here!!" Larry exclaimed, waving his bloody finger in the air, "Bitch
must of got teeth in there. See she bit me!!! y'all didn't do a good job of
zamining the bitch. Give me that old base ball bat you got there. I going to
knock the teeth out of this hole for all you'se." He grabbed the bat and
stuck the narrow end up against her clit at the mouth of her cunt. Regina
squealed in fear and started struggling anew, desperate to escape the thick,
wooden member. Larry grinned at her struggling. He placed the end of the bat
against her cunt and slowly lowered her onto it.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHAAAAA" Reginna screamed, twisting and thrashing as her wooden
lover gave her, her first fuck. She sunk down and then, finally, passed out.
Larry pulled her up and the bat stayed in it's snug new home. The crowd
laughed. Regina was now open for all time. She would be able to take on the
biggest of them with ease now and forever more.

Larry let her fall to the ground where she lay, u*********s, the bat still
sticking out of her wide open cunt. "Now them teeth won't bother y'all little
black snakes none." Larry laughed.

Finished with the slender brunette, he cast his gaze over the crying
teenagers. "Her!" He pointed at Sandra, a tall girl with large breasts and
thick, red hair. "Get me the big titted red head. This one going to look nice
on the court with a set of bells on her tits."

Sandra fought as black hands pulled her towards the impromptu dias, but she
was quickly forced to the waiting clutches of the powerful black man. She let
out a cry as his hugh paw closed over her hair and, as had happened moments
earlier with Regina, lifted her above the heads of the milling masses. She
sought to cover her treasures but Larry slapped her right tit with his free
hand.

"AHHHH AHHH!" Sandra screamed and, seeking to cover her jiggling tits,
shifted her hands upwards. Larry reached down, grabbed her pubic hair and
lifted. The results were loud and immediate. She resumed screaming, with a
higher pitch and her hands left her tits.

"Now this here un look like a basketball carrier. These two we could cut off
and play with at any ole lot in the ghetto. Might take a bit of a knack to
bounce up with these sticky out nipples. I might try's that later, maybe
after we get done today." Using both arms, Larry flung the twisting,
wailing Sandra into the crowd.

"OK. Listen up y'all black bastards. We going to take these pasty pussies
into the old gym here and have um limber up for the game today. Now bring um
along, let's get 'em inside to help our opponents. Sportsmen to pussy, so to
speak. HAHAHAHAAH"

The crowd surged forward and dragged the reluctant, naked team members to
their fate. Regina, still u*********s, was pulled into the building by her
hair, still trailing the baseball bat between her legs. The guy who had been
fucking Synthia reluctantly pulled out. He pulled her to her feet and shoved
the gasping coach into the building. The brunette stumbled along after her
team, a thick trail of cum dribbling down her legs.

The building seemed to be some kind of abandoned school. They were led down a
short hallway and into a larger room. It was a gym, complete with basketball
hoops, but the wood floor was old and cracked. Inside the gym, they were
herded to their bench. On the bench were a collection of hugh dildos nailed
down to the seat.

"Now this is your bench and cause you is already dressed for it take your
seats." Larry ordered.

It was too much for Terry. The tall, willowy blonde let out a scream and
tried to run away. She was quickly caught and so became the first one to take
to a dildo. Kicking and screaming, she was forced to straddle the massive
phallus.

"Now you get it in your hole or we won't be so choosie. We might pick the
wrong un. Or make a new un altogether," Larry said looking in Terry's wide,
blue eyes. She was sure he meant it and so she obeyed, lowering her precious
cunt onto the waiting dildo. She wasn't a virgin, but being forced to impale
herself onto a dildo in front of a bunch of strangers, especially nigers, and
it was so large too! After six agonizing inches, she tried to stop, but a
collection of helping hands on her shoulders forced her reluctant cunt onto
the fullest stuffing she had ever experienced. By the time her naked ass
touched the bench, her eyes became glassy and she now knew what a goose felt
like when stuffed.

"I bet she be ready for my big ol snake after that." the earfucker
interjected.

"Boy I done told you to get out the way, and put that little slimy thing back
where it belongs, or I going to cut it off and put it in YOUR ear!" Larry
exclaimed. Larry went around and slapped Terry's small, firm tits back and
forth a few times until he tired of the bounce. The girl didn't fight, she
just closed her eyes and leaned forward slightly, trying to ease the pain.

Satisfied, Larry looked up at the other girls. "Bring um all down here and
seat um up here, to hear my pep talk to them."

The girls fought and cried and twisted and screamed and begged and writhed,
but, finally, they were all seated on their respective dildos. Even Regina,
who had turned out to be the only virgin on the team, was woken and had the
bat removed in favour of the new intruder. Eventually, they were assembled on
the bench before the rival coach. The hands of the black teens assured that
they were firmly in place at the bottom of the seats.

"Now," he started, "we's gonna start your trainin to get ya ready for the
game tonight. To limber y'all up, we thinks y'all like a little run, oh, say
about 6 miles, through the streets with the crowd of boys as your protection.
'Course to assure that you don't get lost, we'll lock ya to this little
tackle dummy with Bubba and Dimona to hold it down."

Bubba and Dimona walked forward. They must have each weighed at least 300 lbs.

"Now to aid you in this little run I'm going to shoot you each up with a
little crank. This stuff let you pull this little tackle dummy to the moon
and back." He gestured at a couple of the black teenagers. "'Course we got to
assure that the judges don't know you been shooting up so we do it in the
pussy lips. Guys hold um down."

Terry was first and she hardly knew what was coming. The sting to her left
cunt lip was slight, compared to the painful stuffing of her cunt, so she
just stared blankly as the methamphetamine went into the secret spot.

Regina was next in the line. Dazed, she didn't struggle at all. All she knew
was that the dildo was easier on her innards than the bat. So she just sat
there and marvelled at her increasing energy. Larry did a couple more of the
girls and then straightened up. "Thomas, get your black ass over here and
shoot up these pussy lips for me. You got the experience here 'bouts. You
three bangers take the fixed un's to the sleds and yoke um at the field and
hold um until I get there. y'all HEAR ME!! I gots to start this lying pussy
of a coach to her interview 'for the time run out. Now y'all get your black
asses in gear."

Satisfied that his troops were following orders, he looked around for Synthia.
He found her on the fringe of the crowd, on her hands and knees servicing a
number of black dicks. The earfucker hovered around on the edge of the group,
looking for an opening.

"Get out the way motherfuckers! Me and the coach got some futures to discuss.
Y'all get up to the floor and see to the sleighs. I want no slipups with them
hyped up pussies. One of them gets away y'all going to have to chase them to
the moon and back. They's all got to be at the game this afternoon. Now get's
to it."

The k**s s**ttered. Grinning, Larry grabbed Synthia by her arm and dragged
her down the hall and into the former principal's office.

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Chapter 3


Lucy was pissed.

Who the hell did that Larry think he was? Sure he be the big shit coach of a
respected school team but she had a business to run. She had sat here on her
assets and waited. And waited. And waited,

Shit, she could've fucked two johns by now, 'n made a pile of money to feed
her habit. Angry, she heaved her hugh bulk to her feet and started to waddle
towards the door. Let the rest of these fools wait for the great sports niger.
She had business to tend to. If he thought,

The door slammed open and a naked white women with long, brown hair flew in
to the room, cum dripping from her slit and glistening all over her face and
hair. Larry was right behind her. He grabbed Synthia's neck and held her up
for inspection like a roasting chicken for the perusal of the assembled
multitude.

"Brothers and sister," he announced theatrically, "I called y'all here to
show you this fine piece of meat who might just be up for grabs in the next
couple of hours."

Stunned, Lucy looked around. Frank, a local bookie, and Tiny, his body guard
stared. Frank spoke up first. "What for you bring me here?" he asked angrily.
"I a bookie. I ain't no pimp. I got bets to take on the game and the odds
says you going to lose sucker. The white bitch from the burbs done got the
fix in afore you. Come on Tiny, Lets go!"

Lucy grinned. She *was* a pimp. She strolled over and grabbed Synthia's left
tit and weighed it in her black hand.

"Wait a minute Frank!" Larry pleaded, ignoring Lucy. "I ain't wasting your
time. This here is the bitch you say got the game sowed up. I got her and her
team here for some extra training and I thinks we can convince her that she
going to show us some consideration with the officials."

Frank stopped at the door and turned his sharp eyes on the cringing white
woman as she tried to twist away from Lucy. "You ain't shitting me? This
bitch with all that cum. She the coach? She been taking on the boys down
stairs?? Still, what that mean to me? I a business man,"

Larry talked fast. "Here's the plan. We know's that's whitie been betting on
their little pussies to win. You knows odds. But I says we can use them odds,
only without really changin' them. Y'know what I mean. We'll skin um there at
the game, and this bitch going to help us do it to. We let Tiny here
entertain the lady, while you, me and Lucy goes out side and works out the
skinnie."

Frank looked doubtful for a moment, but then nodded. Tiny, all 250 lbs of
bone crushing muscle of him, strode over to Synthia and pushed Lucy out the
way. Frank laughed. No need to tell that boy when free pussy was being passed
around. 'N white pussy at that. His charcoal flesh rippled as he grabbed
Synthia from Larry's grip, took her in a bear hug and proceeded to kiss the
now screaming woman.

"NO NO!!! PLEASE I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT DON'T LEAVE ME HERE WITH THIS
a****l! I'LL CALL OFF THE JUDGES AND REFEREES. I'LLLL AHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA,.."
Synthia screamed in terror as the three blacks walked out of the room,
leaving her to Tiny.

"Boy don't know his own strength Frank. Tell him not to break anything, yet."
Larry implored Frank.

Frank went back to the door, opened it, and ordered, "Tiny you play nice with
that white bitch, for now! She might be useful later to my business." The
screams subsided and a gurgling sound followed. Frank slammed the door.

"OK. Now what this gots to do with me?" asked Lucy impatiently.

Larry spoke up. "Well like you just see'd, she bout ready to do anything to
please, so here's how I got it worked out. First we get her attention, Like
Tiny in there be doing. Then y'all shows her the fascinating world of pussy
'n ass licking for the camera, or somethin' like that, and then we takes her,
suitably harnessed, to the game. Frank get the bets down, then we wins and
y'all collects."

Frank nodded, seeing the possibilities, but Lucy asked, "What for I does this
with that pasty cunt in there. I got business to do and this keeping me from
it. I got a dog fuck due right now for that asshole Marty." Larry broke out
laughing. "Perfect. y'all come over here and we get it all on video. We'll
use the dog to make her do whats we wants. Proper white bitch like that un
there videoed with a puppy, an' she be ours forever and then some. Then after
the game you gets the pussy in there."

Lucy was unimpressed. "What I want with an old shrivvled up pussy like that
in there. I need young meat for my customers.

"All right you old whore, how bout the pick of the pussies down stairs?"
Larry offered.

"I gots to see em first. They maybe not meets with the tastes of my cliental.
Where they at?" Lucy asked.

"OK. I'll take you to the drags and you get the pick of the litter. How's
that?" Lucy nodded and gestured for him to lead the way. Larry turned to the
bookie. "Frank you and Tiny wanna stay and keep the coach company?"

Frank shrugged and then nodded. "But don't be too long. I gots things to do
if we gonna make a buck on the game tonight. I'll take a fuck, or two but
make it quick."

Larry walked away, followed by Lucy. Frank smiled as they left. He going to
ass fuck this white bitch. Ain't got no white bitch ever to take his black
snake. And this wern't no whore. This 'un didn't have no say. He'd get Tiny
hold her down and...

Frank opened the door and observed his body guard holding the white bitch by
the throat forcing his licorice stick into her unwilling throat. Frank
grinned. "Yes sir, I going to have me a time with this bitch!"

**

The team members moaned and writhed in terror, trapped by the leather gloves
super glued to the handles of two large blocking tackles. Each had been
forced to slip her hands into the glove and then the lace-wires were tied so
tight that they could not get lose without help. Now they stood, trembling
with fear and helpless energy, hands up against the sled while the black
teens explored their formally secret places.

Larry and Lucy came down the stairs. The stairs groaned under their combined
weight. "This here is the string." Larry explained as he led the female pimp
across the yard. "All hopped up and ready for their jaunt through the street.
They going to drum up business for the game, as if that be needed."

The two blacks stopped a few yards away from the blocking tackle while Lucy
looked the white girls over with an expert eye. "You sure got some pasty
white pussies here boy." She walked forward and began examining the girls up
close. The girls squirmed away, not knowing what this black woman was going
on about. Running her hand over Regina's flat chest, she said "This one looks
..."

"I know!" Larry grimaced. "I thought it was a boy too." He grinned and
gestured at the cringing girl's pussy. "And it had teeth in the pussy not a
dick." he joked. "I bashed um out with a bat, though."

A nervous Regina looked at these crazy black devils. "I'm a girl you
bastards!!!" She wanted to yell at them, but in her hurting condition she
just wanted this to be over. Her cunt hurt and she was so nervous.

"Well," Lucy continued sinking her black finger into Regina's unwilling hole,
"Done a good job too. Little rough around the edges, but I bet she make a
fine lezzie bitch with the right encouragement. Maybe,"

"Maybe we talk 'bout that later." Larry interrupted. Lucy looked at him for a
moment and then nodded in understanding. These girls did not yet know their
fate.

If possible, Regina felt worse. Everyone called her a boy. Teasing her and
now this! Her pussy hurt so bad she could not slump down and the tears were
streaming down her face. Maybe this was a nightmare and she would wake up
soon.

Smiling, Lucy moved on to Marcie, a tall girl with long, black hair and deep
blue eyes. Lucy seized one of the girl's boobs and gave it an appraising
squeeze. The girl cried out in protest, but Lucy ignored her, moving on to
Sandra, the redhead with the massive tits. Lucy smiled. "This one I could
sell to the Jamaicans. They go crazy over the big soft tits. These be down
around her knees in a while, even at her age, but they stay up for the sale."

Sandra twisted at the pain as the large black woman prodded and poked her
left tit. The red head let out a scream, when the woman pinched her nipple.
She too was nervous and fidgety. Just get this over with. When are they going
to let her go home?? Daddy will get these bad people.

"Ahhh,." The black woman had twisted the nipple and was pulling on it.

"Sensitive too," she grinned, speaking her thoughts out loud. "Wonder what
she do if'n I just bite it off?" She lowered her mouth to the nipple in
question.

Larry put a restraining hand on her shoulder. He pulled her away from the
'sled' and whispered in her ear. "Now Lucy, I give you pick of the litter,
but don't go damaging the merchandise. Just pick out a couple and then we got
some filming to do and they got dragging to tend to."

Lucy looked at him. "A couple? How 'bout six?"

"Three."

"Five."

"Four. But there's a game to play first, you old whore. Y'all best me in
these deals."

Lucy nodded her agreement. Four prime pieces of white, teenage pussy was
worth a lot of money. She and Larry shook hands, and she went back to
exploring the girls.

Kathryn, a tall brunette stared at her with hatred as she ran her hands over
the girl's tight body. Shanda, a petite girl with white blonde hair burst
into tears when she was inspected.

Terry cringed when it was her turn, and her hole was filled with the black
woman's finger. The nails scratched the inner lining, which was already sore
from the dildo she had been forced on to. Terry sought to pull back and Lucy
hooked her nail in so Terry skewered herself.

"AWWWAWWWAAAAWWW" Terry cried.

"This un got the cunt for it." Lucy decided. "I want her, and the other one.
The titted un, the redhead. The rest I'd need more time to valuate."

Lucy turned to Larry, releasing the blonde girl's pussy. "C'mon," she said,
having made up her mind, "I got a camera crew waiting."

"I'll be along." Larry told her, watching as she began laboriously climbing
the stairs. "I gotta finish out here first."

Lucy got about half way up the steps before taking a short break. She cleaned
off her hands and then pulled a cell phone out of her bag. "Yo Marty!! Look I
know's I's late, but Is got's a deal for you. Larry got a string of pasty
pussys here at the old Lincoln High School and ..." She fell silent for a
moment, listening. "Let me finish fool! You be real sorry you do that. I come
over there and cut off them pasty balls a your'n. Now listen up. I got a deal
here, Yea, I got a better bitch than Wanda to do the dirty with the dog. How
you like a nice white bitch, No, I ain't shitting you! Not young, but not bad
lookin', athletic. Well you gets yo pasty ass and your shits over here or
maybe I calls Sam. You bastards all look alike to me, honey. Oh yea, bring
the money, of course fool, bring the dog, Oh yea have the camera man load his
camera now. He might could get some interesting footage on a streaking group
of girls for the ghetto news. What that? Of cource fool, load the still
cameras too. This could be a scoop."

With that, Lucy slapped the cell phone shut and struggled up the remaining
stairs. This was turning out to be some all right day. She hated the stairs
but the business she could do and she didn't have to share any of the money
with that bitch Wanda. And four pieces of prime, white meat!

**
Larry looked over the girls and inspected the way in which they were joined
to the sled. Didn't want to lose none of the pussies now, did he?

Satisfied that the gloves were secure, he stood back and began to speak, "Now,
I knows you don't like this much, but 'no pain no gain'." Many of the
assembled crowd of black teenagers laughed, they'd been in his gym classes
and heard that statement more than once. "But just to show you I'm a nice
guy," Larry continued after the sniggering died down, "I'm goin' to help
protect your precious modesty. I's going to tape y'all's sex over with y'all's
school colors." He lifted up a bag. "Got some nice wide red duct tape. That
way yo pussies be covered from the pryin' eyes of the homies, we done told
the whole neighborhood that this is a publicity stunt for the game, 'Pussy
Publicity'! 'course, they expect our team, so y'all's going to be a big hit.
I just knows it."

He pulled the tape from the bag and approached the quivering girls, still
speaking, "Now, any one o y'all wants to stop and sight see in this here
neighborhood, good luck. I bet the rival gangs be fucking and fighting over
y'all's asses fo a long time." Lary forced a long piece of the two inch wide
tape onto Regina's crotch. "See, the law now says that it is discrimination
for men to go topless less we let women do the same. y'all be doing the law a
service. Yes sir, it sure be a shame to cover this pussy with this tape, but
well, law is the law,"



It took a while, but finally all of the girls had the duct tape securely
tapped over their pussies. Larry straightened up. "Now here comes your
riders." Bubba and Dimona come lumbering up to the tackle sleds and stepped
on them. He fighting team members. "See these is to encourage y'all to do
your best. This (Larry held up a home made cat of nine tails made from short
nylon rope, with metal bits in the ends) is to urge yo asses and backs. And
this (he held up a long, home made whip) is to reach over and tickle the tits
of any slacker, that these fine jockies feel is doing less that 110% of her
duty. I knows yo coach is counting on youse to do at least that for the old
school." He smirked and pointed to their tapped pussies. "And here, y'all not
only be showin' off yo school colors, but y'all's school colors 'll be
protectin yo pussies."

He took a step backwards and called out, "Now let's get this show on the
road." He waited while the black teenagers moved away to create a clear path.
"Jockies," he yelled, "start your pussies. First un round the course gets to
stay on their backs and rest up for the game, but the slackers, they gets to
tongue fuck some cute ass holes for a home video for the school."

The girls shrunk back from the laughter and jeers, but there was nowhere for
them to go. Where was their coach? Where was the cavalry to save them? Where
was ...

Without warning, Bubba swung the cat around, and thrashed the ass of one of
his girls. There was an explosion of screaming and crying as Dimona did the
same, and the two sleds lurched into movement. A few more swats, and the sleds
were moving along, to the jeers and calls of the crowd.

Bubba's sled took the early lead, but, not to be outdone, Dimona went to the
short whip and her team finally began to pick up speed, still trailing after
Bubba's sled. Dimona was furious at being behind and quickly went to the long
whip. With practised strokes, she managed to cut a nipple here and a cunt lip
there. Her fillies began to pick up speed and she began to close with the
leader Bubba, but at the turn she lost the long whip so she had to go back to
the short whip on the asses and backs.

Bubba still held the lead, as the carts went out of view around a corner.
Cursing, Dimona worked the whip. She silently promised a lit cigarette in
each ass hole if they didn't win this race with Bubba.

****

Lary watched as the two carts turned the corner and went out of sight, a long
trail of black k**s following behind. He grinned as he climbed the stairs
back into the school. The run and the uppers were guaranteed to exhaust the
little pasty pussies. Now to see to that lying, cheating, coach of theirs.

He picked up speed, climbing the stairs two at a time. He better get his
black ass in gear, unless he was to miss the dog show that Lucy done set up.
The thought of the white coach, under a dog lightened his step. That Lucy,
she was one perverted bitch, maybe that was why they got on so well. When he
got to the door of the former principals office, he heard an argument.

He tried the door but it was locked. Angry, he put his shoulder to it and
busted it down.

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Chapter 4


The door gave way with a loud crack, ripping off it's hinges, and crashing to
the floor, as Larry slammed his bulk against it. Inside he found Lucy
desperately waving a straight razor, trying to keep Tiny at bay. Frank was
kneeling behind a sobbing Synthia, doing his level best to fuck his black
snake into a very tight white ass hole.

Keeping her eye on Tiny, Lucy yelled to the gym coach, "Bastard gonna to ruin
her. You know none of my girls let that fool put his snake in their ass holes.
He too fuckin' big. And this dainty slim little old white pussy be totally out
of shape 'fore I get's to prep it for Rover. He be ruining it for us'n."

Angry, Larry strode over to the straining Frank and grabbed his shoulder.
Tiny tried to go to his boss's aid, but Lucy's flashing razor held his
attention. Larry pulled, and Frank's snake withdrew, spitting a thick stream
of cum as it left it's former host.

Frank looked up from his position on his knees. "What for you does that Larry?
Me and this sweet bitch getting it on just fine. Just fine. Lucy there don't
know what she be talking about. You said I should'entertain' the bitch."
Frank looked over at where Synthia lay curled up on the floor, gasping and
crying while a thick wad of cum dribbled out of her strained asshole. He'd
finally found a bitch could take him in the ass! And what an ass, all round
and smooth and like a granny smith apple. Frank's smile radiated like midnight
in the room. He was truly a satisfied man. That hole done had his attention,
but there was business.

Seeing his boss smiling, Tiny stopped his attempts to intervene. His boss had
his cum and they were talking. He'd watch and wait.

Larry growled, "Now Frank, you knows that you is too big for that shit.
Specially with a thin new white un like this. You ruin her, you bought her
man!!"

Frank laughed. "Oh shit! Man, I likes this un fine. I take her offen your
hands now."

"No!" Lucy shouted, slipping her razor back into her bag. "We gots a deal.
She gots a video to make for Marty." If there was no bitch here when Marty
arrived and Wanda done left her crib, Lucy had visions of herself with that
great dane in *her* black ass.

She kept one hand in her bag, fingering her razor. No way, that was gonna
happen. No fuckin' way,

Frank and Larry looked at each other for a moment. There was a moment of
tension and Tiny looked like he was ready to jump. Then Frank shrugged and
turned away.

"Look man we talk 'bout this later, mano e mano. You dig?" Larry offered,
hoping to quell the tension.

Lucy sighed and took her hand off the razor. She walked over to Larry and the
two of them closely inspected the shivering Synthia's brutalized holes. To
their delight, there was no permanent damage, her ass hole was stretched open
and leaking cum, but it appeared to be shrinking back to size just fine. It
would never be as small, nor as tight, as before Frank's cock reamed it out,
but it be good enough for a ghetto whore.

And good enough for the great dane! Besides, what a dog know about tight pussy.
Sure he be a fucking fool, but he probably do her anyway. Maybe they'd have to
put in a little dog food, just to get 'im started, but he was a good dog.
Experienced too! He'd done a job on Wanda last week. Mut be a sex maniac.
Just like this fool Frank here. White pussy.

Satisfied, Larry turned to Frank. He winked and mouthed the word 'later', and
then said, "Frank get on out here! You've got stuff to do, and I'm going to
let this pussy go, when we win the game and I get my cut of the increased
business that you give me."

"What?" the bookie exclaimed, looking confused for a moment, before
understanding dawned on his ugly face. "Oh, yea! Right. Lot's to do."

He leaned down and, with a hard pat on the ass that he'd just vacated, he
said, "I really wants to have this un, but I guess y'all be lettin' her go
after the game. If she behaves herself."

Larry nodded. "Yea, thass right. She's goin free if she does what she be
told."

Frank nodded back. They had a deal. In his mind, the bookie raised Larry's
cut of the betting profit to 10% from the 5% he was going to give him after a
day or two of haggling. Hmmm, maybe best make that 7 1/2%. Yea, by then with
a dog in her an all. Well forget that, 5% was good enough after all. Smiling
broadly, the bookie left the room, followed closely by his body guard.

"You should let me cut his dick off," Lucy snarled as the bookie left the
room. "Teach him put that damned fat old fucker in any old place. Why I bet
he fuck a black snake 'cept he not sure where his cock ends and the snake
begin. Ass hole's ruined more than one a' my girls. He's jus' too fuckin' big.
He got so much dick, that he lose business when that snake goes up. Takes all
the blood from his head. I cut it off for him ,he be a foot shorter,"

"Lucy."

Synthia was frozen in place on the ground while Larry tried to calm the black
woman. The basketball coach shivered as another dollup of cum dribbled out of
her abused ass hole, the bookie had been so BIG! She shook her head, moaning
in pain. This could not be really happening, it just couldn't. She got up
this morning, just like any other morning. She had bribed and fucked her way
here, almost to the top, and now here she was, reduced to ass fucking a niger
and swallowing another niger's cock. What had become of her? She groaned as
she felt her innards shifting back to their normal positions. She was certain
that that fat fuck stick had shifted some internal organs. He was so BIG! She
did not care what these fuckers said or did, her ass would never be the same.
She'd never fuck a man back there again. She'd ...

Her thoughts of self-pity were interrupted when a short, balding man sauntered
into the room like he owned the place. He puffed on a stinky cigar. He looked
around and his gaze fixed on Lucy. The naked white woman on the ground did not
phase him. He was in show business. The bizarre was normal to him.

Lucy fell silent, as the newcomer started to speak in a loud, obnoxious voice,
"Lucy, baby, Swell tip you gave me. That drag thing with the naked bitches was
great. Fuckin' great. I got Walt with the hand held following the whole thing.
I just hope that he don't get mugged in this neighborhood. That's an
expensive camera. Be great footage for an orgy pic I got in mind. Fuckin'
great!"

He paused for a moment and then turned to Synthia. Grinning around his cigar,
he framed the crouching brunette with his fingers and thumbs moving from
close and wide angles.

He continued speaking as he studied her, "So this the little bitch wants to
be in pics with Rover. Not bad, kinda pasty looking, but not bad, little
lighting and we correct that. Not bad, makeup would be too expensive, but a
little lighting, and it'll be great. Fuckin' great."

He dropped his hands and turned to Lucy. "You want we do it right here?? Oh,"
He looked at Larry, as if seeing him for the first time. "Lucy, who's this
bastard? He wanna be in the movie?"

Larry's face darkened. "I'm the reason you's here, ass hole."

Lucy stepped forward to get in between them, but Marty just laughed and
turned away, totally oblivious to any threat. "Ah, that's great, owe y'one,
big one. Now that we got that out of the way." The balding man looked around
the room. "Do we do the film here or in the auditorm?" Lucy shrugged. "Come
on," he checked his watch "time is money, money is time. I only got the
cameras rented until six. After that it costs double and when Walt gets back
I wanna be all set up."

Larry sniffed, his anger draining away at the thought of what was going to be
happening to his captive. "That be a good idea. We take her down to the
auditorium and you have your people set up there." Still a bit miffed, he
gestured at the producer's cigar. "Hey, this place is a fire trap ass hole,
put out that fucking' cigar."

"Yea.. Yea," Blowing a large smoke ring, Marty grabbed Synthia's arm and led
her out of the office and down the hall. She sobbed quietly, but didn't try
to break away. There was nowhere to go, what with Larry and Lucy following
close behind, being naked, cum dripping from her ass hole, and a sore throat.
What more could happen to her? In a few moments, they all entered the old gym,
where, minutes before, the ten girls from the basketball team had been
impaled on the dildo bench. The phalluses still stood there, some glistening
in the dim light.

A small film crew, two men, a camera and some lights, was waiting. Accustomed
to strange sights, they didn't blink when their boss, dragging a naked woman,
walked across the gym shouting orders and directions.

Dazed and confused, Synthia felt she had been transported to an alien world.
First those black teens, then the bookie with his massive cock, and now a
group of people with all this equipment. What were they doing? What was going
on? Didn't they see she was naked and needed help. How could they?

"GRRRRR GRRRR."

Synthia was startled and looked over towards the growling that was coming out
of a darkened corner of the gym. A black k**, the earfucker, broke cover and
started run across the gym floor chased by a, a massive great dane!

Marty chuckled. "Looks like we got company." He turned to Larry. "One a'
your's? Sorry bout that. Rover don't like spooks, but he ain't never eaten a
whole one before." He turned to one of his crew. "Tommy get out the dog
biscuits and bring him back before he gets sick. I don't usually feed him
dark meat." The producer chomped on his cigar and laughed as Tommy went
chasing off down the hall after the dog and the black teen.



Still laughing, Marty took the bewildered Synthia and dragged her into the
center of the gym. "Set up here and hurry up." he ordered the remaining crew
member. "I want to catch this before we lose all the fuckin' light."

He waited impatiently as the man quickly set up the lights. In a few minutes,
everything was ready, Synthia cowered in the middle of a blinding pool of
light. "OK, OK, where the fuck is..." Marty paced back and forth, puffing his
cigar and dropping his ashes all over the place, as he waited for Tommy to
get back with the dog. Finally, they came back into the gym, the great dane
slavering and pulling on it's chain. The dog had a patch of cloth held proudly
in his mouth.

"Ahh, shit, you didn't let him eat that spook did ya?" Marty glanced at Larry,
grinning. "It might make him sick and then we'd have to do this scene over."
Before Tommy could answer, the earfucker lurched through the door into the
gym. His hands were locked behind his ass, covering where the patch of cloth
had once been, but was now Rover's proud possession and Marty laughed.

"Good, good. Fuckin' great!" He turned to Larry. "See? The spook is OK,
nothing vital missing."

Then it was back to business. "Now, where is that fuckin' Walt. I bet he got
mugged or somethin'. This is some neighborhood you'se got here spook." Larry
winced and turned away. The coach was angry, but he was also beginning to
understand that the man didn't mean or even really know what he was saying.
It was just his way of talking.