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Abducted Social Worker

By:  The Cryptkeeper

WARNING: Please do not read this work if subjects containing non-consensual sex, racism, drug use and violence offend you. The work is fictional and the author does not condone such behavior in real life. If you are easily offended STOP READING NOW. 

The September sun beats down on Lisa through the open sunroof of

her blue Acura as she pulls up to her last case for the day in

the middle of the projects. The young, 22-year-old accepted this

job with the Department of Children and Families (DCF) three

months ago after graduating from college. Just getting the swing

of things, she looks forward to successfully finishing her

probationary period with the agency and perhaps pursuing a

master?s degree.

A confident, well educated woman with a bright future, Lisa

worries more about the security of her car in this terrible

neighborhood than her own safety. This is a family reassigned to

Lisa's supervision due to child neglect - a 38-year-old single

mother with three children.

It has been a long day and Lisa looks forward to returning home

and starting the weekend even though her husband, Doug, is on

deployment in Afghanistan and she will be alone. She plans on

completing the four page letter to him she started yesterday

evening.  Like her other love notes to Doug, this one will be

scented with her best perfume and sealed with a lipstick imprint

of her kiss. She married Doug two months ago before his departure

with the military.

More beautiful than she realizes, Lisa stands a medium height

with a petite figure, the result of regular exercise and healthy

diet. She sports firm, C-cup breasts, a cute, round butt, and

soft, brunette hair reaching slightly past her shoulders. Smooth,

unblemished skin, high cheekbones, a little nose and big, blue

eyes comprise her angular face.

Wearing an attractive, black pantsuit with grey pinstripes, her

loud heels announce her approach as she travels the walkway to

the apartment.

Lisa knocks on the door.   A black female answers.

"Hi, I?m Lisa Codell with the Department of Children and

Families. Are you Shaquanda Green?" Lisa inquires, a bright smile

revealing her perfect teeth from regular visits to the dentist

since childhood.

Growing up in a white, middle class neighborhood, Lisa has had

limited exposure to blacks prior to taking this job. Like many

young people, Lisa has plans for the future and wants to make a

positive difference in the world.

"I is Shaquanda," the black woman says.  She looks fairly

attractive. Light brown eyes and a golden complexion combined

with an aquiline nose hint at Hispanic or European influence

somewhere in her ancestry.  She is medium build ? not fat but

definitely thick and muscular.  Shaquanda drapes herself in

expensive gold jewelry: rings on several fingers and thick chain

necklaces.

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

environment today?"

For eight years DCF has been sending social workers to Shaquanda

to check on her kids.  She knows these visits usually take an

hour or two, sometimes longer to interview each child. Shaquanda

hasn?t bothered telling DCF yet that she recently sent her

children to live with their aunt.  "Ya can't come in now. I's got

company," Shaquanda answers impatiently.

Lisa isn?t sure how to react. In her three months with the agency

no one has refused scheduled visits.

"Ma'am, I?m sorry.  But I have to see your kids and where they

live.  If you don't let me the DCF could take your children into

protective custody," Lisa warns.  ?I only want to help.?

This social worker is really attractive.  Shaquanda decides to

play her a while, perhaps finding a way into the young woman?s

panties.  "Ya threatening me?" Shaquanda sneers with her neck

swerving side to side. Her dark hair in braids with costly

extensions and bright red beads at their ends pendulously swings

with the movement of her head.

Shaquanda?s hostility shocks Lisa.  Lisa tries being diplomatic,

"No, no, you don?t understand.  Please, ma?am. I?m on your side.

But they could take your children if you don?t let me do my job.?

This cute little social worker is a far cry from the fat, older,

black women that previously visited ? right up Shaquanda?s alley.

Shaquanda has liked girls since childhood.  She never met her

father and lived with an old black man as a kid who she knew as

Uncle Joe. Her mother, a hopeless drug addict, left Shaquanda to

roam the streets at an early age.

Sexual abuse started early for Shaquanda.  Uncle Joe couldn?t get

erections, so he paid Shaquanda and her other female friends to

do things to each other while he watched. He woke her many nights

touching her private places and she discovered she preferred

girls to boys.

But Shaquanda?s traumatic childhood formed the foundation for

deviant sexuality further cultivated during her time in the penal system.

Shaquanda abruptly changes her attitude for Lisa and feigns

defeat, "No, don't takes my babies. Ya can come in.?

Lisa enters the dingy, rundown apartment, musty air filling her

sinuses.  The walls ? originally white, but yellowed by age and

grease ? need painting. The place appears disorganized with

debris strewn about and can use a good cleaning.

"It says here you have one girl and two boys, ages ten, twelve,

and 15. Where are they?" Lisa questions looking down at the form

on her clipboard, the back of which she  spends idle time drawing

hearts with her and Doug?s name in them.

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

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

asks.

Reggie happens to be with Shaquanda today.  He has an appetite

for petite white girls too and a special talent for getting into

their panties.  A brilliant idea occurs to Shaquanda: introducing

Lisa to Reggie and seeing where things might go.

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

"I need to interview your children," Lisa coolly replies.  ?When

will they be here??

"Reggie, ya has a vistor!" Shaquanda yells, ignoring Lisa?s

question.

Reggie, a 39-year-old drug dealer and Shaquanda?s pimp, comes out

from her bedroom. He stands 6? 4?, 225 pounds of solid muscle. He

wears an angry scowl ? a big vein bulging beneath the surface of

his forehead ? as if interrupted from something important.

"What you want, Shaquanda?" Reggie asks.

"Dis here young lady with social services be asking about ya,"

Shaquanda says, giving Reggie a wink and wicked smile.

Reggie takes a second look at the beautiful social worker. He

likes young, white pussy and never misses opportunities to nail

it, but this girl can be a professional model with her figure and

face. She fits his target profile with the clean, virtuous look

magazine ads attempt to capture.  Lisa triggers an old, familiar

itch in Reggie he can?t resist scratching.

Reggie?s attraction to white girls goes back as far as he can

remember. In high school he fell hard for one named Charlene.

Charlene convinced Reggie to buy her expensive rings and jewelry

with money he made hustling drugs on the street.  She latter

accused Reggie of raping her.  He exhausted all his resources on

an unsuccessful defense, and received thirty years in prison

until DNA evidence set him free.

A white judge and jury convicted Reggie of a crime he didn?t

commit ? took three years of his life without compensation,

leaving him penniless.

But while incarcerated, Reggie learned how to become a really

successful criminal, making friends with members of organized

crime who explained the synergistic benefits of combining drugs

with human trafficking and prostitution.

Reggie observes Lisa?s wedding band and surmises she is a typical

uppity white bitch never fucked by a black man.

Lisa feels uneasy as Reggie approaches, undressing her with his

dark eyes.

"I just need to ask a couple quick questions and I'll come back

another time when the kids are here," Lisa nervously declares.

Reggie stands inches away, almost making physical contact with

Lisa and towering over her.

It dawns on Lisa that Reggie and Shaquanda pose serious danger to

her. Reggie sees her blue eyes looking at the door to a possible

escape.

"Suppose we doesn't feel like answering questions?" Reggie mocks,

pulling Lisa's clipboard from her hands, tossing it across the

room, and moving between Lisa and the exit she has been eyeing.

?Hey!? Lisa blurts. ?I need that.? The clipboard contains all of

the day?s paperwork as well as the note to Doug she has been

writing.

"Who da fuck ya think ya is coming in here and asking personal

questions like ya is superior to us?"

They have this all wrong.  She is there to help them.  Lisa backs

away from the giant black man.

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

Reggie barks.

Without fully understanding yet where things are heading,

Shaquanda obeys Reggie and races to the door.

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

arms.

"Get your hands off of me! I'm going to have you arrested for

assault," Lisa threatens, unsuccessfully attempting to jerk free

of Reggie's grasp.

Threatening to have Reggie arrested is the wrong thing for a

white girl to say to him. Reggie lets go and slaps Lisa hard

across the face, leaving a red mark on her left cheek and causing

her to see stars.

"You threatening me now?" Reggie challenges tearing Lisa's purse

from her shoulder and flinging it to Shaquanda.

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

Lisa rubs her cheek and stares at Reggie in shock.  She tastes a

trickle of blood.  Everything is happening so fast she doesn?t

know whether to scream or try reasoning with him. Before she can

decide, Reggie?s meaty hand covers her mouth and Lisa finds

herself being dragged toward the room Reggie came from, her shoes

furrowing the worn, green carpet, then falling off, on the way.

"Get her clothes off whiles I hold her," Reggie snaps whirling

Lisa around like a rag doll and wrestling her into bed. "We is

gonna teach her some respect."

Hearing their intentions, Lisa thrashes in Reggie?s lap, but he

overpowers her and pulls her tightly into his chest, which rises

and falls from his deep breaths.

Shaquanda smiles, unveiling a piano key arrangement of white and

gold teeth, as she begins unbuttoning Lisa's blouse.

"I bet ya never had a big, black cock before," she taunts, her

spider-like fingers crawling down the buttons on Lisa's shirt.

Lisa's blue eyes grow large with fear. She has only been with one

man her entire life ? her husband, Doug. This can?t be happening.

Rape is something that occurs to other unfortunate women, not

her.  Lisa musters all her strength, summoning every muscle in

her body, but can?t break free from Reggie?s viselike embrace.

"MMMPPPHHH!" Lisa tries to scream.

"Ya a lucky girl. Once Reggie spoils ya with his huge cock, ya

ain't never gonna be satisfied with nothing else," Shaquanda

teases.

Lisa?s blouse hangs open.  Her firm breasts fill her pink, silk

bra like strong winds against sails on a ship. Lisa flails in

Reggie's embrace as Shaquanda's hands reach her pants.

"Ooooh, look what we has here," Shaquanda says pulling Lisa?s

pants down while Lisa violently kicks, revealing  pink, silk

bikini briefs matching her racy bra.

Scantily clad in undergarments, Lisa struggles with Reggie in

bed, twisting in every way possible to escape his hold.  All of

Lisa?s energy makes no progress, like a tire spinning in mud. Two

against one, Shaquanda manages removing Lisa's bra in the

commotion, unveiling perky young tits, light pink nipples and

quarter sized areolas.

Lisa feels both embarrassed and frightened.

"And now let's see what dis pretty girl has waiting down here for

us," Shaquanda says placing her thumbs in the waistband of Lisa?s

briefs.

Lisa gnashes her teeth, kicks and squirms to prevent Shaquanda

from making further progress.

Shaquanda has worked in prostitution long enough to know how

pimps get new girls to cooperate.  She pinches Lisa?s nipples

hard with her glossy fingernails professionally manicured in red

acrylic polish, and twists.

?Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!? Lisa?s muffled screeches fill the

room.

Shaquanda repeats the punishment several more times, causing

Lisa?s nipples to harden and glow red from pain.  Shaquanda?s

pussy grows wet making this high class girl experience the same

humiliating treatment a lowly woman recruited from the streets

receives to become a whore.

?If ya thinks dat hurt, I?ll rip dem pretty things off if ya

fight me again,? Shaquanda threatens.  She returns to the

panties. Lisa?s kicks subdue to a wiggle Shaquanda easily works

around, gracefully pulling the soft fabric down Lisa?s long legs,

as if uncovering an artwork.

After removing the last vestige of Lisa?s privacy, Shaquanda?s

hands slide between her closed knees.

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

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

stubbornly closed.

?Oh, she is shy and doesn?t want us to see her pretty pussy,?

Shaquanda remarks.

Reggie realizes things have already gone too far with Lisa, and

the longer they spend fighting her, the more likely they are to

find trouble. He grows impatient.  He has ways to make girls

cooperate quicker.  "Go's and gets the works for her," Reggie

instructs Shaquanda.

Lisa struggles for adequate air through her nostrils, trying to

pull Reggie?s hand from her mouth with Shaquanda temporarily gone

from the room.  She feels his other strong hand wandering over

her waist, kneading her firm belly while holding her in his lap.

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

?We won?t hurt ya.  Just does what we says.?

Lisa is terrified; his hand is still rubbing her stomach,

descending ever lower.  She doesn?t understand what Reggie meant

by ?the works?, but she isn?t settling down and allowing them to

have their way with her either ? that will never happen! She has

to get free.

Shaquanda returns with a rubber tourniquet and syringe containing

an exotic date rape mixture: a pharmaceutical grade substance

used legitimately for anesthesia with other nasty street drugs

including cocaine and heroin.

The meaning of ?the works? now becomes horribly evident to Lisa

and she strives harder to get free, her lithe body squirming like

a snake in Reggie?s embrace while Shaquanda tightens the

tourniquet around her arm.

"MMMPPHHH!!" Lisa tries screaming so someone might hear her. Her

prior determination to fight turns to the desperation of an

ensnared animal. She will do anything to avoid the dreadful

injection. She wants Reggie and Shaquanda to know she is sorry

for bothering them; that she won?t tell anyone what happened if

they let her go.  But she can?t speak with Reggie?s hand over her

mouth.

"It gonna be okay once ya try dis," Shaquanda promises holding

Lisa's struggling arm straight.

Lisa doesn?t know what substance the syringe contains, but it

can?t be good.  She never touched drugs her entire life. She

witnessed how they destroyed lives these past three months

working for Social Services. She doesn?t even like taking

aspirin. It won?t be okay, like Shaquanda claims, if they put

that poison into her. But Lisa already expended so much energy

jostling Reggie. Her exertions to yank her arm from Shaquanda's

grasp get weaker, only serving to distend her veins more and make

them easier targets.

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

Lisa tiring.

Fatigued, Lisa?s arm stops moving enough for Shaquanda to quickly

stick a vein exclaiming, ?Gotcha.?

Lisa doesn?t know it, but the battle is over.  Reggie finally

removes his hand from her mouth.

Drawing in a deep breath while in Reggie?s arms, Lisa cries,

?Oooowwwee, don?t put that in me.? She watches a pink plume of

her blood mix in the syringe, hardly noticing Reggie?s fingers

sliding to her breast and now gently playing with her nipple.

Shaquanda slowly depresses the plunger. ?Don?t move, Honey, or

the needle might break in you,? she warns.

Lisa quietly observes Shaquanda empty the remnants of the syringe

into her vein, everything seeming to move in slow motion.

"There we go," Shaquanda?s voice echoes in Lisa?s ears, breaking

an awkward silence.   Shaquanda pulls the needle out of Lisa?s

arm, a drop of blood oozing from the site. Shaquanda wipes it

with her thumb and then pops the digit in her mouth.

?Mmmmm, sweet,? Shaquanda comments tasting Lisa?s blood. "Ya

gonna feel so good," she adds, removing the tourniquet and

allowing the potent drugs to rush through Lisa?s circulatory

system. ?Ya ever get high before?? Shaquanda asks.

Overcome by the intense rush of her first high, Lisa doesn?t

answer.  The closest she has ever come to using drugs is an

occasional glass of wine. The chemicals now in her bloodstream

cause her every neuron to spark in euphoria, her mood to elevate

a thousand times brighter than listening to her favorite piece of

classical music.  In a place somewhere between consciousness and

sleep, Lisa dreams while still awake.

The affects of the drugs in Lisa become immediately evident. The

somnambulant girl?s nipples pucker; Reggie feels the one he is

gently rolling between his fingers become stiff as a pencil?s

eraser.

Lisa?s apprehensions diminish.  It barely registers that she is

lying naked in front of two complete strangers ? in a huge black

man?s lap who she doesn?t know.

Reggie lifts Lisa off his lap and gently lays her back in the

bed, her head resting on a fluffy pillow.  Like a spider,

Shaquanda has paralyzed their victim with drugs.  Reggie?s eyes

greedily scan Lisa?s nubile body as he rises from the bed.

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

Reggie loves girl on girl action as much as fucking them himself,

?Sure, go ahead. Knock yourself out and have fun with her.?

Reggie watches Shaquanda slither like a lizard into the bed and

pry Lisa's legs open.

Lisa doesn?t realize what Shaquanda is doing at first.

Besides a narrow, neatly trimmed strip of brown pubic hair above

her vagina, the rest of Lisa appears hairless.  Shaquanda wonders

if she used laser treatments to get so smooth.

"Aren't you a pretty thing," Shaquanda states stretching Lisa's

labia apart and revealing her light pink flesh.

Lisa murmurs, ?No,? becoming aware of Shaquanda touching her

private place.  She tries closing her legs, but with Shaquanda

already planted securely between them the effort proves

unsuccessful.

Shaquanda holds Lisa open, licks her finger, and softly strokes

Lisa's sensitive hood while dipping her tongue in her pink slit.

"Noh, stop," Lisa cries, pushing Shaquanda's head, her braids

like small ropes through Lisa?s fingers. ?I?m married? not that

way? Doug,? Lisa babbles in delirium.  Lisa can?t understand how

one woman does this to another.  It?s revolting.

?Oh, I gonna make ya become dis way, Baby.  Ya gonna love having

yur pussy eaten by a woman when I gets through with ya,?

Shaquanda quickly responds.  ?Who?s Doug?? Shaquanda further

queries.

?Husband,? Lisa mumbles.

Slowly caressing Lisa?s clit, Shaquanda looks at Reggie, smiles,

and replies, ?Ya pussy belongs to me and Reggie now, not Doug,?

before returning to serious business on Lisa.

Shaquanda sexually assaults Lisa for her own good reasons.  By

the time Shaquanda turned 18 years old, she worked as a

prostitute and never finished school. She didn?t get the nice

upbringing and stable childhood this bitch enjoyed ? to attend

college, afford a new car, marry a man and start a family.

Lisa got all the breaks in life, and then acted all superior with

her cute, white ass.  Shaquanda finds Lisa gorgeous but loathes

what Lisa represents.

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

Shaquanda?s experience as a prostitute makes her expert at

pleasuring men and women. But she has long fantasized about

introducing Sapphic pleasures to a privileged, inexperienced

white girl.

It?s a bad dream. No, Lisa briefly realizes she?s being raped by

another woman. Then she?s dreaming again.  The drugs keep Lisa

confused, her thoughts scattered. Fleeting images of her husband,

Doug, come to mind.  She closes her eyes to the unwanted

sensation between her legs slowly taking over.

Reggie watches Lisa?s head turn side to side.  She expends less

effort trying to push Shaquanda?s face away from her dripping

cunt.

Shaquanda removes her mouth from Lisa?s pussy; but her fingers

still hold Lisa?s beautiful lips wide apart, every detail of the

poor girl?s private anatomy briefly exposed for observation.

Shaquanda sinks her long, black index finger into Lisa?s

glistening pink flesh and twirls Lisa?s clitoris beneath her

thumb.

?No, stop it!? Lisa cries grabbing Shaquanda?s wrist with both

hands and attempting to pull the invading digits from her pussy.

?Let go,? Reggie booms, peeling Lisa?s delicate fingers from

Shaquanda?s wrist.  He brings Lisa?s hands back above her

shoulders pinning them down to the mattress.  Her fingers curl as

if trying to grasp the air while Shaquanda?s middle digit joins

her index finger inside Lisa, searching for Lisa?s g-spot.

?Make this white bitch cum,? Reggie growls, the bulge in his

shorts growing even more noticeable.

?Oh, she gonna cum for us whether she want to or not,? Shaquanda

says, observing Lisa?s hips suddenly rise involuntarily. ?There

we go, right there.  I think I found her spot,? she adds.

Shaquanda?s fingers flutter against Lisa?s sensitive internal

flesh while her thumb continues circles on her now engorged

clitoris.

?Look at how full her clitty be gettin for me and how wet she

is,? Shaquanda comments. ?She gonna cum real soon, ain?t ya,

Baby.?

?Noooooo,? Lisa hisses, her eyes squeezing shut, but her hips now

responding to Shaquanda?s fingers like a musician to a

conductor?s baton.

?Oh, God, oh, God, oh, oh, oh, God! No!? Lisa moans, her wrists

straining beneath Reggie?s hands to get free. Tension builds

within her seeking more contact with Shaquanda?s fingers, not

less, to release it.  Her smooth, gorgeous face grimaces,

becoming ugly like a weightlifter?s when attempting to pump too

much iron.

?Don?t make me,? Lisa whimpers.

?Ooooh, yes, she be cumming good now.  Look at her face.  I

thought she said she wasn?t dis way,? Shaquanda giggles,

continuing to masturbate Lisa.  ?What would her husband think

seeing her cum like dis for me?? Shaquada questions.

?Dat?s it girl, keep cumming for Shaquanda,? Lisa hears Reggie

encourage.  The drugs and physical sensations are overpowering.

Lisa grows preoccupied with her pussy in spite of her prior

determination not to allow Shaquanda and Reggie to have their way

with her.

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

Lisa doesn?t notice Reggie release her wrists; her hands

remaining in place on the mattress beside her shoulders.

Reggie slowly backs away careful not to disturb Lisa and the

delicate girl-on-girl action developing for him to watch. She?s

in orgasm, a natural, uninhibited state of feminine bloom

absolutely bared open for him to see.  Having coaxed Lisa?s legs

farther apart, Shaquanda?s thumb and index finger still hold

Lisa?s labia open, revealing the internal pink beauty that up

until today, Lisa had modestly concealed from the entire world ?

save her husband ? all her life.

Reggie listens to Lisa whispering ?no? to Shaquanda while

passively allowing Shaquanda to proceed.  The drugs ensure Lisa?s

capitulation.

In a drug induced state, Lisa falls deeper into the groove of

multiple orgasms Shaquanda digs for her, hardly aware of Reggie?s

presence or anything other than the business with Shaquanda.  But

the attention to Lisa?s pussy changes ? feels differently. Lisa

looks down and observes Reggie positioning his charcoal penis at

her entrance. The thing is huge, with numerous veins bulging

along its thick, lengthy shaft and a big scrotum containing

testicles each the size of walnuts. It looks so much larger than

Doug.  It can?t be real.  This must be a bad dream because no man

possesses a penis that big.

While she had a few boyfriends before marrying Doug, things never

got further with them than making out and playing with an

occasional penis to avoid intercourse. She knows from that

limited experience that men vary in size.  She settled for Doug,

not the most physically endowed among her many suitors, because

he seemed like a safe choice ? maybe a little quiet and a bit on

the nerdy side, but definitely stable.  Lisa never encountered

anything remotely close to the huge, black specimen now pushing

at her entrance. Up until this point in her life, only Doug?s

modest member has entered her.

"NOO!? Lisa whines. Her labia stretch tightly to admit Reggie?s

penis. Made highly receptive by Shaquanda, Lisa?s juicy pussy

adjusts to the abrupt change in partners and snugly fits Reggie?s

cock.

Reggie works his uncanny phallus inside Lisa, making her pussy

adapt to his larger size as nature intended. With each thrust,

her tiny cunt further accommodates him.

"Please don't," Lisa cries.  But her pussy takes more and more of

Reggie inside it. "I'm married. Stop," she continues, trying to

push Reggie off.

Something tightenes around her arm.  Lisa turns to see the

tourniquet fastened on her bicep and Shaquanda brandishing

another syringe.

?Don?t give me more of that,? Lisa pleads, Reggie?s cock moving

inside her without interruption.

?Yur too distracted. Dis will help ya give Reggie yur undivided

attention,? Shaquanda explains, sticking the needle into Lisa?s

vein and giggling.  ?Ooooh, yeah, there we go,? Shaquanda

proclaims taking special delight in emptying more of the

destructive love potion into Lisa. ?Dis gonna be the best fuck of

yur life.?

?Don?t do this to me,? Lisa begs. She watches Shaquanda remove

the tourniquet and start saying something else.  But it doesn?t

matter anymore.  Another rush of euphoria sweeps Lisa away,

Shaquanda?s voice trailing to distant echoes in her ears saying

something about being kind to Reggie and taking all of his big

cock.

The pressure and discomfort subside. Lisa acclimates to Reggie?s

huge size and her entire existence rapidly coalesces around the

piston moving inside her. Lisa fails to recognize the

significance of Reggie's heavy balls slapping her ass ? her body

fully accepting him.

Reggie feels Lisa's nipples poke into his chest, her pussy

rippling with involuntary spasms around his rod as the drugs take

hold.

?Oh,? Lisa exclaims, her eyes halfway closed, her back arching,

her body lunging beneath Reggie?s thrusts. She feels his cock

separating the quivering tissues lining her birth canal, rubbing

against them, crowding out her other thoughts, rendering her mind

blank to everything else in the Universe.

Reggie decides to change positions and unexpectedly withdraws his

long, slick cock from Lisa's wet cunt.

The abrupt interruption from intercourse disappoints Lisa?s body,

instinctually seeking release through the natural conclusion to this heinous act. Lisa dumbly looks at Reggie?s horrendously large and grisly penis removed from her.  The shiny appendage twitches as it points away

from him. It doesn?t fully register with her that the juices

coating it are her own.

"Help get her on top of me, Shaquanda," Reggie prompts, rolling

on his back beside Lisa.

Shaquanda takes a moment to suck Lisa's juices from Reggie's

cock, her head bobbing up and down his shaft several

times.?Mmmmm, mmmm? Shaquanda moans before pulling her mouth

away.

?Her pussy is so good. Ya gots to taste it,? Shaquanda announces

moving to Lisa and encouraging her to sit up.

Befuddled, Lisa awkwardly allows Shaquanda to position her above

Reggie.

Shaquanda fumbles to fit their parts together, but finally gets

the head of Reggie?s thick, heavy cock back into Lisa's pink

entrance.

Reggie feels soft, silky warmth ? the tight embrace of Lisa?s

labia admitting him back inside her.  He places his hands ?

callused from hours at the gym pumping iron instead of earning an

honest living ? on Lisa's hips and pushes down.

"That's it, girl," Shaquanda spurs as Lisa slides down Reggie?s

long, black pole.

With a very unladylike grunt, Lisa reaches bottom fully impaling

herself.  Reggie begins working his pelvis into Lisa while

Shaquanda reaches down and caresses Lisa?s clitoris.

"Oh!" Lisa blurts, her body welcoming the resumption of their

unfinished business, instinctively moving her hips, her pussy

forcefully contracting around Reggie?s cock again.

"Dat's it girl, fuck dat big, black cock.  Oh dat cock feels so

good inside yur pussy," Shaquanda encourages.  ?Oooooh yeah, ya

gonna cum.?

Reggie pulls Lisa backwards.  She lies supinely on top of him

with his cock sawing in and out of her.

Shaquanda joins by pushing Lisa?s legs further apart and licking

her again. ?Oh, yes, ya taste so good, girl,? Shaquanda asserts.

She licks more, and then sucks Lisa?s engorged clit.

?Noh,? Lisa moans, her body conflicting with her mind.

?Yes,? Shaquanda mimicks back, gently retracting Lisa?s swollen

hood with her thumb and gingerly licking the exposed head.

Lisa squirms but Reggie holds her tightly to his chest with one

hand between her flat tummy and her narrow, neatly trimmed bush,

his other taking turns gently rolling her hard nipples between

his fingers. She has a well toned abdomen from frequent workouts,

a beautiful belly button, vertical in shape and hooded, that

gently rises and falls with her heavy breathing.

Reggie allows his hand to gently wander from her firm abdominal

muscles contracting beneath it to her well groomed pubic hairs

roughly brushing against his palm. She is quite the prize.

?Oh, oh, oh, please, stop, don?t, no,? Lisa moans.

Reggie's thrusts increase.  Lisa?s primal female instincts sense

he?s going to cum.

"Please? don't? not inside me,"

?Oh, no," Lisa exclaims receiving Reggie?s semen. Doug used

condoms with her because they weren?t ready to start a family yet

and she questioned the safety of birth control pills.

Unable to fight nature, Lisa's pussy traitorously contracts

around Reggie?s cock, encouraging it to cum more in her, to fill

her with rich, potent cream, maximizing the likelihood of their

union resulting in offspring ? so opposite of Lisa?s wishes.

A few moments later Shaquanda pulls Reggie's deflating shaft from

Lisa's still aroused pussy and sucks him clean while watching

potent, surplus jism ooze from Lisa's cunt.

****************

The drugs make Lisa peacefully forget.  She floats in bed high in

the clouds, unconcerned about Reggie?s vigorous sperm swimming

inside her while Reggie goes through her purse and finds keys to

her blue Acura. He takes cash in her wallet amounting to $98 and

destroys everything else ? her credit cards, driver?s license,

voter registration, and her work identification.  All are cut

into tiny pieces and carefully discarded in a trash bag. She

won?t need any of it anymore, Reggie determines.

The pictures in Lisa?s cell phone don?t show a single black

person and reveal to Reggie that she recently married some white

boy in the Army ? the Doug she mentioned to Shaquanda and

addressed in the love letter Reggie and Shaquanda read on her

clipboard hidden beneath all the government forms.  Reggie steps

outside after gleaning Lisa?s personal information and smashes

her phone on the concrete walkway. Throwing it down several times

and crushing it beneath his heel, he picks up the broken slivers

of plastic.  He sees her blue Acura parked inconspicuously and

out-of-the-way in a remote corner.  It?s a nice car.  Too bad it

must go to the chop shop.  Reggie whips out his own cell phone.

?Hi Ray, this be Reggie.  I?m staring at a nice new Acura right

now over at Shaquanda?s with yur name on it.  I gots keys for it.

Yeah, da owner don?t need it no more.  She gonna be lying on her

back not doing much driving ? except maybe on my stick shift,?

Reggie chuckles.  ?I needs ya to make it disappear right away.?

Reggie comes back inside barking to Shaquanda, ?Give me all her

clothes.? He takes a few minutes deeply inhaling the female scent

from Lisa?s panties.  He basks in their fragrance deciding to

keep them as a souvenir.  Then everything else of Lisa?s ?

including her purse, shoes, and bra ? go into the trash bag

destined for the furnace.  ?We better shoot her up again and move

her to my place at Kenneth Courts in case they comes looking for

her here,? Reggie mentions to Shaquanda.

Something constricts around Lisa?s arm and someone holds it

outstretched; she can?t move it. Lisa turns her head and sees

Shaquanda with a syringe to her distended vein.

?Please, no more,? Lisa murmurs.

With a stern look, Reggie watches Shaquanda finish drugging Lisa.

The seriousness of their situation sinking in, Reggie explains,

?I?m gonna need yur help with dis one.?

Lisa releases a long, heavy sigh with her eyeballs rolling back

in her head from another dose of the addicting and powerful

drugs. She?s completely out of it.

?She the finest pussy I?ve tapped in years, but she ain?t gonna

be easy keeping,? Reggie continues. ?We facing some serious

prison time for what we done if we get caught. I doesn?t know about ya, but I ain?t goin back to the pen ? specially for fucking some white bitch.?

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

?Dis drug business of mine takes a lot of time.  I has to go down

to Mexico and South America next week for some important

meetings, den I needs to go to New York and Chicago.  On top of

dat, I has the girls at the strip club and the ones working the

street I need to take care of.?

?What do ya have in mind, Reggie?? Shaquanda questions while

watching Lisa.  Lisa is laying nude in the bed with her mouth

ajar, eyes barely open, and her body slowly rocking side to side

futilely trying to make herself sober.

?It?s gonna be a long term commitment if I keep her.  One of us

will always need to stay with her.  It be easier to just give her

an overdose and let the police find her on the street,? Reggie

debates staring at the girl and trying to make his decision. ?Or

I could just sell her to the South Americans. They pay premiums

for high class, white, American girls,? he adds.

?She?s so gorgeous.  It?d be a shame to waste such a pretty

pussy,? Shaquada answers.  ?We can see how things go and if she

becomes too difficult, we can always resort to dem options.?

?Ya wants to stop turning tricks and work with her instead?  I

can pay ya a little extra, but I doesn?t want anyone else?s dick

in her.  I wants her for myself until I get tired of her.  Then ya can have her all to yurself,? Reggie proposes.  ?Ya can make her yur girlfriend and have her pussy if ya wants. I just don?t want her getting no cock except mine. Ya know I like that kinky lesbo shit anyway,? Reggie adds with a devilish grin.

Shaquanda?s eyes light up. Besides the extra money, she loves

working with new girls and has a special liking for Lisa. ?Okay,

Reggie, I?ll handle her for ya.  Dis will bring new meaning to

the expression ?labor of love?,? Shaquanda quips.

Reggie busts out laughing. ?She be yur new girlfriend as well as

mine ? our new girlfriend,? he finally manages with a big smile

after regaining some composure. ?Now let?s get her over to

Kenneth Courts while it?s quiet around here.?

**************************

Lisa wakes up naked in a strange bed confused and only

remembering bits of weird dreams.   She reaches down; the wisp of

pubic hair above her pussy feels crusty, like dried hair gel.

Upon further examination, her tummy and tits contain similar

residue.  She sits up and scans the room for her clothes.

Thick curls of old paint peal from the walls like badly sun

burned skin; in spots plaster has fallen from lathing, leaving

craters like pockmarks on an acne scarred face.  Dust and

scattered pieces of crumbled plaster cover dull, hardwood floors.

Where is she? How did she get here?  What is she doing here? She

feels foggy and can?t think straight.  Where are her clothes?

Throughout the night, Reggie and Shaquanda introduced Lisa to

more of their deleterious love potion to keep her ?on task?.

Shaquanda sits in the living room recalling the previous evening

and how much she enjoyed Lisa?s sex when she notices Lisa?s

hourglass figure staggering from Reggie's room, a nude, willowy

form with her hand against the wall for support.  They gave her

the last injection several hours ago.

When Shaquanda hooked up with Reggie five years earlier, Reggie

never needed to rough her up, or thankfully, start her on

addictive drugs like this white bimbo.

"Ya sho had a good time with me and Reggie last night. Was dat

yur first time with a black man?" Shaquanda asks.  ?I bet ya

never let another woman eat yur pussy before either.?

Lisa looks at Shaquanda confused.  Who is Reggie?  What is she

talking about?  Things aren?t making any sense.  She would never

have sex with another man, or with a woman ? the thought is

repulsive.

Shaquanda ogles the gentle, feminine curves and smooth skin of

the drugged girl standing in front of her.  Without clothing to

conceal her flawless body, Lisa is either too baffled to realize

her nudity or so high she doesn?t care.

?I?ve got to go,? Lisa utters heading toward the door and

providing Shaquanda with an unintended yet breathtaking view of

her tight, heart shaped ass.

The surroundings appear to flow like liquid and Lisa can?t walk

straight, her legs turning to rubber.  Small chips of paint brake

off and lodge beneath her fingernails from clawing the wall to

avoid falling.

?Now where?s ya goin in yur condition with no clothes on??

Shaquanda asks, grabbing hold of Lisa?s arm to stabilize her.

Shaquanda guides Lisa to the sofa.

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

perplexed look.

?Just sit and relax.  Everything will be okay,? Shaquanda

reassures Lisa while focusing on the oblivious girl?s perfect

breasts which could contain helium the way they almost defy

gravity.  Small areolas a light shade of pink with slightly

darker nipples in their centers look like tiny, monochromatic

bull?s-eyes on Lisa?s tits begging to be caressed, sucked,

nibbled to erection.  Shaquanda picks up a cell phone and calls

someone.

?Our new girlfriend is up. She still out of it, but ya better get

over here quick.?

Still high Lisa doesn?t fully grasp what Shaquanda says on the

phone.

?Why am I naked?? Lisa asks.  ?Where are my clothes??  She feels

like she is dreaming.

Shaquanda doesn?t answer.

?Where?s my wedding band?? Lisa inquires holding her hands up in

astonishment and noting the missing ring from her finger ?

everything looks so differently; she feels so strange.

A big black man in baggy gym shorts suddenly stands in front of

her without a shirt.  Lisa can?t recall when he entered the room

but recognizes the huge muscles in his arms, chest, and stomach,

and the ridiculous bulge in his shorts from her dreams ? that

devastatingly large penis had been inside her.

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

her pussy.?

Reggie pulls Lisa onto his lap.  ?Let?s give her more dope first.

Then ya can go down on her all ya want. I don?t want her too

lucid til we breaks her in more.?

From deep beneath her drug induced murkiness, Lisa senses danger

as she sits nude on this giant black man?s lap, his hard penis

pressing against her buttocks through his shorts.

?No, what are you giving me?? Lisa yelps, a crease forming

between her eyebrows.  Locked in Reggie?s tremendous arms she

watches Shaquanda stick a needle in her again.

?She ain?t struggling as much,? Shaquanda remarks.

?No shit? We been shooting her up with junk since yesterday

afternoon.  She must be feeling pretty fucking good right now and

we about to make things even better for her.?

?Oh,? Lisa murmurs as if recalling something familiarly pleasant.

Shaquanda removes the tourniquet allowing the full array of

fireworks to explode inside Lisa.

?I think she startin to like dis shit,? Shaquanda comments,

staring at Lisa?s reaction.  Lisa?s head falls back on Reggie?s

shoulder; her mouth gapes open; her face becomes serene, her eyes

dreamy.

Reggie uses drugs on girls from good families.  The drugs keep

them in line and prevent their escape. White girls in particular

deserve being turned into drug dependent sluts. Once he gets them

hooked, they?re hopelessly enslaved to him by their addiction. He

relishes this nice, ironic twist of fate between their two races.

Shaquanda puts the needle down on the coffee table next to the

couch and moves Lisa into a straddling position on Reggie?s lap.

Reggie opens his legs causing Lisa?s to spread apart as well. He

looks down from above Lisa?s shoulder and watches.

Shaquanda parts Lisa?s labia and culls her clit from the

delicate, pink folds.  She then licks her thumb and gently

strokes Lisa?s clitoral hood.

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

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

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

?Why ya be saying no?  We already know how much ya like dis,?

Shaquanda replies. ?Don?t ya remember all the nice things we did

to ya last night? Look at how wet ya be getting for me.  Ya be

doin some fine social work now. Ya seeing what life really be

like for us.  It feels nice and ain?t bad, is it??

Even with her mind in heavy chemical clouds Reggie and Shaquanda

keep putting in her blood that soften the gravity of her

predicament, a faint alarm sounds from somewhere deep in Lisa?s

core, almost muted silent ? but not quite.  She vaguely

recognizes the homosexual acts performed on her by Shaquanda as

immoral, unnatural, and sickening.  Yet as Reggie and Shaquanda

make her endure the attention longer, the physical sensations

combine with Shaquanda?s perverse suggestions, distorting

remnants of Lisa?s rational thought.

?Oooooh, yeah, ya pussy feels sooooo good. Uh-huh, dats nice,

huh? Oooooh yeah, ya like dat ? ya getting soooo wet for me.  Yur

gonna cum.? Shaquanda lilts repeatedly, the disturbing phrases

beginning to play back in Lisa?s brain like a catchy tune. She

feels wet and messy like Shaquanda says.  Shaquanda keeps

touching her pussy, making it feel nicer, rendering Lisa

susceptible to her deceitful and perverted remarks. Some of

Shaquanda?s dialogue becomes Lisa?s thoughts.  She?s going to cum

like Shaquanda claims; but she can never like having this done to

her.

?Uh-huh, uh-huh, ya pussy likes dat.  Oooooh, yes, ya like it so

much ya gonna cum for me,? Shaquanda repeats, as if responding to

the objections Lisa silently thinks.

Lisa squirms in Reggie?s lap; he holds her tightly in place and

watches Shaquanda make her pussy glisten with moisture.

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

?No, don?t make me,? Lisa pants. But Shaquanda keeps masturbating

Lisa, varying the tempo and pressure of her touch corresponding

with Lisa?s responses, working Lisa?s most sensual areas.

?Ya pussy is so juicy,? Shaquanda notes.  She goes down on Lisa

and laps up her nectar.

?Ooooooh, ooooooh, ooooooh, noooooo, ooooooh,? Lisa mewls, her

palms up, fingers curled, pushing Shaquanda?s head but unable to

move her away.

?Relax ? don?t fight it.  Let Shaquanda enjoy yur pussy for a

little while.   No one?s ever finding out.  Dis be our little

secret,? Reggie whispers in Lisa?s ear and then starts licking

it.

Lisa?s face contorts; her erect nipple becomes like a pebble as

Reggie rolls it between his fingers.

?What would her husband think if he knew how many times another

woman made his wife cum during threesomes with a black man??

Reggie silently wonders. It doesn?t matter because Reggie will

make certain her dumb husband never sees Lisa again.

?Dat?s good: Shaquanda really loves young, white pussy like yours

as much as I do,? Reggie encourages feeling Lisa?s body become

tense, relax, and tighten again. ?Ya ever let a woman eat yur

pussy before??

Lisa shakes her head and with eyes closed snaps, ?No.?  Even

drugged, she?s embarrassed by this nauseating act and her body?s

response to it.

?Ya?ll get used to it.  Shaquanda really likes eating pussy a

lot, especially white pussy.?

Shaquanda?s head finally rises from between Lisa?s legs, Lisa?s

juice glistening on her lips and chin.

?I counted her cum eight times for me,? Shaquanda proudly boasts

to Reggie.  ?She have a real sensitive clitty.?

Shaquanda welcomes the challenge of making a straight girl orgasm

and awakening latent, Sapphic tendencies she believes all women

possess.

Determining Lisa's sensuality will help Reggie further exploit

her. A sensitive girl is sexually vulnerable and makes more money

if and when he eventually puts her to work.

?I?m gonna take her to bed and fuck her a while,? Reggie

announces.

?I don?t want to fuck you,? Lisa cavils.  She stumbles with

Reggie leading her to the bed.  ?I?m married and my husband is

going to look for me.?

?Ya ain?t married no more,? Reggie spurns.  ?I?s yur boyfriend

now; Shaquanda is yur girlfriend and no one?s going to look for ya.?

Reggie pushes Lisa into the old, stained mattress she woke from

earlier, pulling her butt to the edge, and spreading her legs

apart.

?Please don?t fuck me again,? Lisa cries.  She thinks about her

husband, Doug, as she feels Reggie?s fingers parting her labia

and then pressure from his monster phallus pushing into her.

Shaquanda made her very wet.

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

?Sorry, Baby, we never using rubbers, so gets the idea out of yur

purty head.  Shaquanda got to enjoy ya, now it?s my turn.  We

doing dis da natural way.  Get used to my uncovered cock inside

ya. It better like dis ? we gets to share each other?s feeling

and be more intimate.?

She doesn?t want intimacy with Reggie any more than she wanted it

with Shaquanda; she needs Doug to save her from this terrible

nightmare.  But Doug doesn?t arrive and after Shaquanda did those

awful things, Lisa now has every millimeter of Reggie?s beefy

cock sinking into her to look forward to, snugly making contact

with her sensual, feminine flesh.

?Ya feels really good,? Reggie exclaims putting his cock deeper

into Lisa?s moist pussy. He softly and slowly rubs around her

clit, making her responsive.

?Why are you doing this to me??

?Shush ? I is doing it ?cause yur my girlfriend now.  Don?t dat

feel good?? Reggie inquires, his finger manipulating her engorged

clitoris.

?No,? she denies.  She doesn?t want to feel Reggie.  But the

drugs help her appreciate Reggie?s ?extra talent? anyway, make

her especially cognizant of the friction between his penis and

her vagina. Lisa stops crying and bites her fist.  His big cock

fills her, touching sensitive places Doug?s penis never came

close to reaching.  Writhing on Reggie?s pole of pleasure, Lisa?s

female reactions growing stronger.

?Dat cock be feeling good in yur pussy without a rubber, don?t

it? Dat?s all me yur feeling, Baby.?

?Oh, my God, oh, oh, oh, ooooooooooooooooooooooooh,

noooooooooooooooo,? Lisa moans, her pussy clenching Reggie?s cock

as tightly as a boa constrictor.

?Don?t cum in me again. Take it out this time.?

He isn?t going to take his cock out now or any other time.  He

will cum in her and she will eventually become complacent with it.

?I can?t help it.  Ya feel too good.  I gotta cum in yur pussy,

Baby.? His warm semen flows copiously into her receptive cunt.

Lisa feels baby-making sperm gush into her. ?Oh, God, you?re

cuming in me!? she demurs, unable to prevent taking his loathsome

seed. ?No, stop,? she cries, feeling more of it entering her. She

is stuck beneath him; he won?t  pull his horrible penis out and

she can?t stop her vaginal contractions from milking more of the

disgusting fluid from him.  He remains inside her until every

drop of jism drains from his huge balls.

?Dat was really nice,? Reggie acknowledges, gently petting Lisa?s

soft brown hair and finally withdrawing his long, flaccid cock

from her slit.

Lisa stares in his eyes briefly, wanting to hate him but experiencing some twisted connection to Reggie instead, perhaps caused by the drugs or because his sperm is inside her.  The cocaine is wearing off and the heroin leaves her peacefully tired.  She closes her eyes and falls

asleep.

******************************

With Reggie away on business, Shaquanda administers strong dosages of drugs to Lisa and then spends hours seductively stimulating Lisa?s genitals.  Lisa?s mind stays mostly oblivious to the repulsive, homosexual practices, while her body autonomously responds to the pleasant sensations.

Intermittently taunting Lisa?s erect nipples, Shaquanda busily eats Lisa?s pussy, engrossed with Lisa?s neatly manicured, female organ ? its folds enchanting like the beautiful pedals of a blossom Shaquanda carefully separates; its responses to stimuli ever more mesmerizing. Until now, Shaquanda kept Lisa barely conscious while repeatedly bringing her to climax, causing Lisa?s pelvis to gracefully undulate in sync with the euphony of grunts and moans softly emanating from Lisa?s mouth.

But an oversight occurs.

Shaquanda fails to pay close enough attention to Lisa?s sobriety returning, and forgets to administer another dose to her. Lisa?s legs attempt closing a few times, but Shaquanda routinely guides them back into position without much thought at first, taking full advantage of Lisa?s flexibility from years of ballet training by spreading Lisa?s thighs wider and pushing Lisa?s knees up until almost reaching the girl?s

tits.

?What are you doing to me?? Lisa groggily asks, briefly ascending

from the depths of semi consciousness for the first time today.

?Keep yur legs like dis for me, Baby, so I can eat yur pussy better,?

Shaquanda reminds her doped playmate. ?Oh, mmmm, yur pussy tastes

so good. Oooh yeah, uh-huh,? Shaquanda moans, continuing to

stretch Lisa?s glistening, pink slit open and delve her tongue

into Lisa?s silky secretions like a butterfly drinking nectar from a flower.

?Oh,? Lisa vacantly replies slipping back for a moment into the

comfortable realm of peaceful oblivion and allowing Shaquanda?s continued feeding off her pussy.

Having explored every crevice on Lisa?s body, Shaquanda knows the location of each freckle and marking. She can?t get enough of Lisa?s uniquely sweet taste though. Shaquanda scrutinizes each and every furrow, groove, ridge and wrinkle comprising Lisa?s vagina. She loves running her tongue along Lisa?s prime real estate ? from Lisa?s pink, puckered asshole into her practically hairless, baby soft pussy, bathing her taste buds in Lisa?s essence ? the most ravishing part of Lisa.

?Mmmmm, oh, does dis feel good? Uh-huh, I love yur pussy.  I want

to make it cum for me again.?

Even drugged, Lisa resists a little, but her hands

gradually push Shaquanda?s head from her sex with more

determination as she again rises from incoherence.

?No, stop doing that to me,? Lisa finally manages, her senses and

strength returning enough to shove Shaquanda?s face away from her

vagina.  ?This is disgusting,? she blurts as if waking from a

coma and realizing for the first time what Shaquanda has been

relentlessly doing to her for days.

Lisa snaps her legs closed ending the all you can eat buffet

Shaquanda has been enjoying, and sits up still in stupor, unsure

if she is dreaming.

?Get away.  Don?t touch me again!? Lisa warns, putting her hand

up to keep Shaquanda at a distance. Lisa isn?t sure if she is

waking from a long, perverted nightmare or still in one. Her pussy feels wet and slimy, its lips and clitoris still embarrassingly tumescent. What Shaquanda has been doing sickens her.  

If Lisa sobered an hour earlier, she might have stood a

chance escaping from Shaquanda. Tragically for Lisa, the timing

can?t be worst.  Both women hear the front door open and close

outside the bedroom ? Reggie returning from his trip.

Shaquanda jumps from the bed to get Reggie while Lisa remains

trying to regain bearing.

?No, get away from me with that you sick bastards!? Lisa screams,

her naked body kicking and thrashing beneath Reggie.  Reggie pins

her shoulders on the mattress and Shaquanda manages to slip the

tourniquet around her struggling arm.  ?Stop giving me that shit!

No! I don?t want it!?

The needle pricks Lisa?s moving arm several times missing her

veins.

Lisa endures pain from repeated needle sticks determined not to let them drug her again. Anything is better than being put back in that semi-vegetative state for hours with Shaquanda touching her pussy ? performing disgusting oral sex on her. 

?Shit, she won?t hold still,? Shaquanda complains.  ?I can?t get

it with her like dis.  We waited too long dis time.?

?You?re going to jail for this,? Lisa hisses.

Reggie suddenly releases Lisa, but before she is able to

completely sit up, his open hand lands hard on her face once,

twice, three times. Lisa falls back in the bed, her head turns to

the side, her hands rise shielding her gorgeous face from additional

blows.  Reggie returns to holding Lisa down. 

The pillow drinks Lisa?s tears as Shaquanda pulls her arm straight out and sticks Lisa?s vein.

?No, please,? Lisa cries.  ?I don?t want any more of that!?

While watching Shaquanda empty the syringe, Reggie feels the

strain in Lisa?s tight muscles begin relaxing beneath him, her

efforts diminishing, her sobs subsiding.  ?There we go.  Dat?s

better now,? Reggie comments.

The struggle is over.

Euphoria returns to Lisa; she heads back to the oblivious dream

she briefly escaped from. Reggie?s fingers begin toying with

her hard nipples.

?Double it up and give her another shot,? Reggie orders

Shaquanda.

?No, I?m good? I?m good? no more, please,? Lisa pants, her mind far away but still barely grasping their conversation.

?Dis will teach ya not to resist anymore,? Reggie explains to a much more cooperative Lisa as Shaquanda brings the second needle to her vein, injects its contents, and releases the tourniquet. ?Da more you fight us da more of dis shit ya gonna get ? even if dat means overdosing yur

cute little ass.?

?Oh,? Lisa exclaims in a tone acknowledging an incredible high getting even better and the drug rapidly becoming her best friend. Her eyelids appear heavy, her mouth hangs open dumbstruck by a secret paradise she

revisits.  Robbed of almost all cognition, Lisa returns to her prison of dreams.

?I is sorry, Reggie, I should have given her some earlier.  We

got a little carried away and I wasn?t paying attention.  Before

I knew it she was fighting me,? Shaquanda explains.

?I thought I made it clear that I doesn?t wants her anywhere near

lucid ?til she?s broken in ? especially if yur alone with her.  Dis is a process we needs to use on her. She ain?t ready yet and we needs make sure we keep her stoned,? Reggie declares.

Shaquanda looks at the floor sorrowfully as Reggie speaks. ?I?ll

make sure to keep shooting her up for now on ? I promise,? she

replies, determined to never allow Lisa to embarrass her like

this again.  ?I fucked up.  I guess she still be a real handful

without yur love potion calming her down.?

?She?ll eventually come around for ya,? Reggie assures his friend

and accomplice, reading disappointment in Shaquanda?s face and taking a

softer tone. ?I got things to take care of tonight. Are ya sure

ya can handle her on yur own?  We can?t afford no problems.?

?Oh, I?ll handle her alright.  We got plenty more of dat shit

ready to give her.  I?ll make sure to keep her so fucking high

she?ll need a parachute to land. Now me and Lisa has some

unfinished work to complete,? Shaquanda answers with resolve,

returning to Lisa in bed and prying an opening for herself

between Lisa?s legs.

Shaquanda firmly grabs behind Lisa?s knees and pushes the

obstinate appendages back to their former positions.  They move

uncooperatively, but Shaquanda forcibly gets them up and spread

wide, Lisa?s cunt conveniently exposed and the vagina buffet

reopened for business.  ?We is gonna have a real good time now,

ain?t we, Lisa?? Shaquanda asks.

?No? please?don?t? oh,? Lisa mumbles.

?Ya doesn?t want an overdose, does ya?? Reggie warns even though Lisa is far too stoned to consciously understand.  ?Keep dem legs where Shaquanda puts dem.?

Shaquanda?s fingers delicately pull Lisa?s vaginal labia aside

and Shaquanda resumes orally molesting her.

?No? stop it,? Lisa whines, but does little more than feebly

attempt pushing Shaquanda?s head away.  The heavy dose of drugs

halts her thoughts; weakens her efforts and Shaquanda?s mouth

remains on Lisa?s most private and erotic area.

Lisa?s pussy becomes a pink, glittering spring of wetness. Her

mind drifts back to an unusual erotic dream she keeps having ? the one sobriety briefly interrupted moments ago ? where a strange, black woman makes love to her again instead of her husband.

?Mmmmmm, I can?t help it Baby. Yur pussy taste too good. Oh?I

gonna eat ya all up until ya runs dry.  Does dis feel nice?

Mmmmmmm. Now I gots to start all over again making ya cum for

me.?

Lisa releases a long, despairing series of guttural moans,

?Uuuuuuuuuuh, naaaaaaaaah, uuuuuuuuuuh!?

?Yes, I?m gonna make ya pussy feel so good yur not gonna be able to stop cumming for me.  Yur gonna love being my girlfriend. Mmmmmm, uh-huh, oh.?

Shaquanda?s homosexual suggestions again reach Lisa?s impressionable sub consciousness. ?Oh, yeah, dat?s startin to feel nice again, huh? Yes, ya love me playing with yur pussy.  Ya like da way dat feels??

Lisa replies with a hopeless groan containing a hint of eroticism.

Reggie shakes his head astonished by Shaquanda?s voracious sexual

appetite. He quietly departs, closing the bedroom door behind

him, leaving the two alone to enjoy their lesbian relationship.

Forced orgasms hit Lisa like rumbling thunderbolts and lightning

drawing nearer throughout the evening.  Sometime late that night

Shaquanda finally stops eating Lisa out ? a short intermission

from the storm.  Exhausted, Lisa falls asleep in Shaquanda?s

embrace.

It?s dark and they sleep peacefully together for a couple hours

when Lisa feels her legs being spread by Shaquanda again. ?I?m

tired Shaquanda.  Let me rest now,? Lisa mumbles in sleep and

drug induced delirium.

Lisa lost count how many times Shaquanda has gone down on her

like this.

?Oh, don?t do that to me again. No, I don?t like it, stop.?

?Ya know ya want me to eat yur pussy.  Does ya need more medicine to help ya?? Shaquanda asks, then stretches Lisa open and resumes orally assaulting her.

Lisa doesn?t need Shaquanda?s reminder of being overdosed to keep

her restrained, still too drugged and exhausted to seriously

struggle.  Her fingers run through Shaquanda?s braids weakly

trying to push her away.  After a few minutes, Lisa?s efforts

diminish to simply holding Shaquanda?s head as it bobs between

her legs.

It stops mattering to Lisa.  Nothing matters anymore.

?Oh, not there,? Lisa gasps as Shaquanda?s tongue finds the right

spot on her clitoris to attack. ?Ooooh, nooh, oh.?

?Oh, yes, Baby, mmmm, oh.  Yur sweet little pussy really be liking me a lot.  Oh, does dat feel good??

It?s going to be a long night for Lisa.

*************************************

Shaquanda arrives with a bag of supplies.  ?Did ya give our

girlfriend her medicine already?? she asks.

They stopped giving Lisa the anesthetic date rape compound.  Her

injections now consist primarily of heroin, cocaine, and some

other nasty ingredients ? still extremely addicting and effective

? leaving her more alert and less docile than before.

?Yea, I just finished shooting her up again, and I left plenty

more for ya to give her later,? Reggie replies.

?Good, I?ll give her some extra.  Ya know she be gettin a little

feisty with me when yur not around.?

Shaquanda opens the bag and with a great, big smile revealing her

gold teeth, pulls out the hugest, black, silicone dildo Reggie

has ever seen, making even his eyebrows raise.

?I brought dis to keep her entertained while yur out.  I?m gonna

teach her to like it.  Oh, and I got some of dis too.?

Shaquanda fishes out a bottle of sensual lubricant to use with

the dildo.

Reggie prepares to leave and Shaquanda goes into the bedroom.

Lisa sees Shaquanda carrying the cloth sac as Shaquanda enters

her room and naively thinks it contains clothing. A hint of

hope replaces the usually blank, drugged-out look on Lisa?s face,

?Oh, thank you for bringing me something to wear.?

Shaquanda leers at Lisa?s nubile body as the girl sits naked in

the bed waiting for Shaquanda to hand her something to finally

cover her nudity.

From the living room Reggie hears Lisa yell, ?No, get away from

me with that!? Reggie smirks.  Lisa wouldn?t be nearly as defiant

if she knew he was still there. Maybe she needs more narcotics to

calm her down.

Shaquanda wears the same wicked smile she gave Reggie moments

ago, coating the long, shiny, silicone dildo with sensual gel in

front of Lisa.

Lisa was never very sexual, and lesbianism really repulses her.

She returned from ballet lessons one evening while in college;

her dormitory roommates were watching a porno on the Internet

with two girls doing each other in the scene.  Lisa only viewed a

few seconds before growing sick to her stomach and leaving.

Lisa despises having her genitals touched by another woman, yet

suffers hours of Shaquanda?s homosexual caresses almost daily:

legs pushed far apart; pussy lips pulled wide open; tongue

slithering on her clitoris, inside her cunt held gaping, and down

to her asshole; gentle tugs on her labia; nipples pinched and

sucked to constant erection.  Lisa?s body has become the

unfortunate recipient of Shaquanda?s extreme oral fixation.

Now in bed naked, Lisa holds her knees up to her face and tightly

closed, watching in revulsion as Shaquanda?s fingers encircle the

slick, black toy and work the lubricant up and down its length,

readying it for Lisa like she is gracefully masturbating a real

penis ? for Lisa to experience yet another new degradation.

?Dis gonna feel so good in ya. Oh, I gonna make ya learn to love

dis as much as getting yur pussy eaten,? Shaquanda teases.

Lisa hates the long, grueling marathons of Shaquanda performing

oral sex on her, but now this? Lisa feels sicker than that

evening in her dormitory when her roommates watched the porno

with the lesbian scene. Why is this happening?  Why does

Shaquanda keep tormenting her by doing abhorrent, unnatural

things that make her skin crawl?

Reggie waits before leaving in case Shaquanda needs help,

overhearing everything:

?Stop it ? no!  You?re sick and perverted. That?s disgusting. I?m

not a lesbian and I don?t like you touching me there,? Lisa

shouts. For a minute Shaquanda?s fingers roam Lisa?s vulva

attempting to stimulate the stubborn girl, but Lisa finally has

enough and smacks Shaquanda?s hand away.  ?Leave me alone, you

dyke!?

The bed bangs against the wall, its noisy springs squealing from

the commotion occurring on it ? then what sounds like a

combination of slaps and Lisa?s cries followed by silent pause...

?No, don?t? oh?stop it? take it out, aah, no ? please, don?t, oh!

I don?t want it.?

Even drugged, Lisa tried to fight, but Shaquanda was much

stronger. After the beating came the depraved outcome the

reluctant girl battled so hard to avoid: Shaquanda?s fingers

deftly probing and provoking Lisa?s intimate folds, opening her

sensitive lips, the large dildo filling her.

?Please stop doing this to me,? Lisa begs.

?Doing what, Baby?? Shaquanda questions without breaking the

steady rhythm she?s developed on Lisa. ?Doesn?t dis feel good??

?No, I don?t like it. Please??

?Let?s see if we can change dat.?

Over the course of 20 minutes, Reggie hears less fretting from

Lisa, and more groans.  Shaquanda obviously is handling the

little slut and Reggie leaves.

Sick acts another woman performs on her almost daily and sex with

a black man hung like a horse.  Lisa doesn?t know if she can ever

have relations with her husband again without thinking about what

Reggie and Shaquanda have done to her and feeling disgusted.

?Oh, God, please don?t,? Lisa mewls, her hands grabbing the long,

slippery dildo ? so slick from the combination of gel Shanquanda

applied and Lisa?s own natural juices ? sawing in and out of her

slit.  She tries holding it still to thwart Shaquanda, but it

slips through her fingers anyway continuing its stimulating

progress.

Shaquanda has enough of Lisa?s insubordination.  She pries Lisa?s

fingers from the oily, silcone shaft and bends them backwards.

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

?Keep ya fucking hands off and quit resisting me or I?ll break

dem,? Shaquanda growls.  ?Dis is happening whether ya wants it or

not.?

Lisa?s hands reluctantly remain to the sides twisting the sheets

instead of trying to interfere with Shaquanda, who resumes

piloting the dildo, smoothly driving it in and out of Lisa?s wet

pussy unfettered.

?Ya see how good dis feels??

?Oh, God  ? noh.?

But like the oral sex Shaquanda performs on Lisa which Lisa initially deplores, the dildo gradually generates sensations that become electric and attain greater charge as Shaquanda continues.  Lisa can?t help dwelling increasingly on her pussy.

Shaquanda uses the dildo at different angles providing maximum

stimulation to Lisa, slowly pacifying her.  With less resistance

from Lisa, Shaquanda devotes even more energy pleasuring the

girl, intermittently licking and stroking her clitoral hood and

further seducing her.

?I love ya.  Are ya gonna be my girlfriend now?? Shaquanda

whispers in Lisa?s ear and then softly nibbles it.

An unwelcome but pleasantly high voltage originates between

Lisa?s legs and courses through her body.

?No,? Lisa manages.

?Yes, ya already is my girlfriend and I?m playing with yur

pretty, little pussy. Ooooh, yeah dat feels nice.  What are ya

going to do about it? I?m making yur pussy feel so good and ya

can?t stop me,? Shaquanda chimes, resuming her Sapphic mantra to

Lisa.

Shaquanda?s finger messages Lisa?s clitoris, retracting its

hood, exposing her super-sensitive glans, subjecting it to more

licks and affectionate caresses.

?Oooooh, what a pretty clit ya has.  Ya like dat? Oooooh, yeah,

dat?s yur love button, huh? Ya gonna cum and show me how much ya

love me?? Shaquanda raves to her captive knowing how susceptible

this part of Lisa?s anatomy is becoming to her finesses.

Reggie returns later that afternoon to an entirely different

orchestra from what he left earlier that day.

?Ooooh, ya doesn?t want me playing with yur pussy but yur letting

me anyway.  Yes, yur cuming again!? Shaquanda cajoles. ?Dat feels

so good; ya doesn?t want to resist it anymore.?

?Oh, oh, oh, please, ooooh, oooooh, don?t, uh,? Lisa moans.

He peeks in the dimly lit room ? the setting sun?s rays leaking

through tightly closed blinds illuminate floating dust motes ?

and observes Shaquanda smoothly working the dildo in and out of

Lisa like a bow playing notes on a violin. Shaquanda deeply

concentrates on Lisa?s cunt, touching its pink folds, causing

Lisa?s hips to involuntarily rise and fall in perfect cadence

with the dildo?s movements.

?What a pretty pussy ya has.  I gonna make lots of love to ya for

a long time.  Ooooh, I?m playing with yur cunt but ya can?t stop me, huh?

I?m making ya cum for me. Yur my girlfriend now; we is lovers,?

Shaquanda coos.

?Oh, oh, oh, uh-huh, ah, nah,? Lisa responds from the most basic

level of her feminine consciousness, finally succumbing to

Shaquanda?s debauchery.  The lesbian litany Shaquanda repeats each time

while molesting her replays in Lisa?s mind. Lisa can?t help completing the humiliating phrases in her head as Shaquanda begins them.  Lisa starts doubting herself, confused by the Sapphic sermons. Is her pussy actually pretty to Shaquanda? Why does Shaquanda keep touching it and why is Lisa becoming aroused by that touch?  Shaquanda causes her to orgasm.  Does this mean they are making love?  Is she really Shaquanda?s

girlfriend?  Are they becoming lovers?

The drugs and Shaquanda?s constant proselytizing cause Lisa to lose grasp

of reality. Pleasure from her vagina begins occupying her entire

consciousness.  She escapes briefly, recalling that this is rape,

homosexual, disgusting and wrong.  But the gravity Shaquanda

generates with her strokes is overwhelming and keeps pulling Lisa

back to a pussy centered universe like a black hole sucking her

in.

Reggie quietly closes the door leaving Shaquanda to her evil

undertaking.

Lisa wakes the next morning in Shaquanda?s embrace.  With the

heat of passion cooled she remembers disgusting things

Shaquanda did to her again throughout the night.  Those perverted

acts now sicken Lisa.  But Lisa can?t seem to stop this horrible, homosexual scenario from replaying itself like an endless loop.   Aware of their naked bodies still touching, Lisa desperately wants to get away from Shaquanda. But what else waits when Shaquanda wakes?  Lisa remains motionless in the bed beneath Shaquanda?s arm, with Shaquanda?s supple, dark breast resting on top of Lisa?s firm, pale globe and their legs

entwined between each other?s. How can this be happening to her?

Lisa feels trapped in a terrible nightmare.

**************************

Right before getting married, Lisa went out with some of the

girls from work one evening.  Over drinks ? Lisa had one glass of

wine ? the subject of sex arose.  The girls talked about their

boyfriends versus masturbating and which was better, but Lisa

remained suspiciously quite.  ?Look at Lisa turn red,? they

joked.  To her, sex was a sacred and private act with the man she

loved, not something to be self-indulged.  She didn?t think about

it outside the context of her relationship with Doug and didn?t

feel comfortable discussing it with others.   Being

self-conscious about her body, she never played with herself,

thinking the act vulgar, selfish, and unladylike.

Lisa finishes a morning shower; she wants to wear clothes again.

Only having a small towel to dry with, she tries avoiding the

embarrassing reflection of her naked body in the cracked medicine

cabinet mirror.  Shaquanda and Reggie took away everything she

tried covering herself with.  The bathroom door even lacks a lock

and they enter unexpectedly whenever they wish.

Shaquanda arrived while Lisa showered.  As Lisa leaves the

bathroom she shivers with dread observing the sex toy bag

Shaquanda brought with her again.

?Come on, Baby, it be time for yur medicine,? Reggie says

grabbing Lisa?s arm and escorting her to the bedroom.

Still stoned from the last injection, Lisa stumbles several times

on the way but Reggie prevents her from falling.

?Please, I don?t want more; I?ll be good today,? Lisa slurs.

?I?ll gives ya less when ya start behaving for us a while.?

Reggie replies.

?What have I done wrong??

?Ya be giving Shaquanda a hard time about being her girlfriend

for starters.  And don?t be asking us not to give ya medicine; it be

making ya feel good and ya gonna stay on it.?

Lisa?s thoughts are getting slower because of the drugs.  She doesn?t know what to say.  She can?t find the right words to speak and her tongue remains tied, but she is married and certainly no lesbian.  What do these despicable monsters expect from her? They give her more dope keeping her too stupefied to fight the next dose, and then force her to have sex. This regime turns her brain to mush.  The last time she was sober enough to resist an injection, Reggie and Shaquanda roughed her up and doubled her dosage.  Shaquanda performed oral sex on her the rest of the night afterwards, but fortunately Lisa remembers little of it.

Lisa watches Reggie tap the syringe with his finger and squirt a thin fountain of liquid in the air from its sharp tip.  It looks like more than usual ? his cruel response to her for asking not to be drugged.

?Please don?t leave me with Shaquanda today,? Lisa implores, not

that Reggie is a better alternative.  But in Lisa?s inebriated

mind, at least being taken by a man, even a black one as huge as

Reggie, is preferable to a dyke like Shaquanda.

?Ya see, dat?s what I be talking about.  Yur Shaquanda?s

girlfriend. Ya need to be nice to her and let her love ya,? Reggie replies.

It isn?t love; it?s something much darker Lisa dreads that

Shaquanda forces on her.

Their eyes lock for a moment before Reggie sticks the needle in

Lisa?s vein. Her eyes are as blue as the heavens and he peers

into them at her tiny black pupils, like periods at the bottom of

exclamation points, nervously darting from the syringe back to

him.

?Oh, God,? Lisa sighs from the addicting drugs entering her

blood, stimulating her pleasure centers again.

?Now don?t ya feel better?? Reggie rhetorically asks, watching

Lisa?s body react and provide his answer: her small, pink nipples

pucker and an empty expression replaces the worry in her face.

The potent chemicals do a wonderful job subduing girls, robbing

them of free will and making them docile.  Reggie?s cock hardens

even though he doesn?t have time to bang Lisa.  He imagines her

experience must be incredible for the drugs to be so addicting.

In addition to being high, Lisa still has Shaquanda?s lesbian love making to look forward to all day.

?Now ya be nice to Shaquanda and let her play with yur pussy,?

Reggie says before leaving Lisa. Lisa dumbly gapes at him.

Lisa doesn?t know how long she has been lying in bed staring at

the ceiling when Shaquanda enters her room.

?Look what I brought,? Shaquanda excitedly says pulling out the

obscenely large dildo becoming all too familiar to Lisa.  It

looks like a shiny, black eel.

?No, I don?t want to do that again,? Lisa whines, scurrying to

the distant corner of the bed and balling up.

?Oh, ya'll feel different about it soon,? Shaquanda promises

squirting the sensual gel on the dildo?s surface like ketchup on

a very large frankfurter.

Lisa watches how Shaquanda?s hands deliberately spread the

lubricant up and down, up and down, readying it just for her, and

tries not to fathom what comes next, even though her pussy involuntarily moistens from anticipation.

?Please let me go.  I promise I won?t tell anyone.?

Shaquanda sits on the bed, the tired springs voicing their usual

sorrow from her additional weight. ?Scoot down here and open yur

pretty legs for me, Baby,? she instructs patting the stained

mattress.

?No, go away.  This is sick.?

Shaquanda gets wet; her adrenaline flows.  She aches to immerse

in Lisa?s femininity ? to stimulate the girl, to make Lisa?s pink

pussy reluctantly juice for her again.  Shaquanda wants to overwhelm Lisa, wear her down, subdue her, and elicit Lisa?s involuntary orgasms in

triumph over Lisa?s moral resistance.  Shaquanda satisfies her anger and

lust by forcing Lisa to experience physical pleasure from homosexual acts she knows Lisa finds repulsive. She wants to completely defeat Lisa?s virtue as a loyal, heterosexual housewife.  It?s an ultimate exercise of power and control Shaquanda finds titillating.

Shaquanda sees through Lisa?s protests.  Even though Lisa?s brain

isn?t cooperating yet, like willing conspirators, involuntary

reflexes traitorously reveal to Shaquanda what Lisa?s body finds

pleasing and Lisa will get plenty more of it today.

Shaquanda grabs Lisa?s ankle, yanks her to the center of the bed,

and slaps her face.

?It?s not sick.  It?s lovely and yur gonna start appreciating how

nice it feels. Now I?m warning ya.  Stay yur ass there and open

yur legs.?

Lisa rubs her cheek where Shaquanda?s handprint remains and

cracks her legs apart slightly.

Shaquanda shoves them the rest of the way open, separates Lisa?s

labia with her thumb and index finger and notices Lisa?s pink flesh glistening with dampness like the inside of someone?s cheek who is salivating.

?Look at dis.  Isn?t dat sweet? Yur pussy already be getting wet for me, Baby, and we haven?t even started yet.  Ya must be starting to like dis,? Shaquanda remarks, and then goes to work with the dildo.

?No? don?t ?stop it.  Take it out ? no? please, not again!?

Shaquanda methodically slides the dildo in and out of Lisa?s

slit, unfazed by the girl?s pleas.

?Shush.  I?m gonna eat yur delicious pussy after dis. We is gonna

be together for now on. Ya?ll get used to me touching

ya like dis and start likin it soon, ya?ll see. It?s

gonna be okay, Baby. Ya has such a pretty pussy; I?m gonna

make it feel all nice for ya and make love to ya.?

Lisa made love with Doug.  This is not love; it?s something evil

and depraved Shaquanda keeps imposing on her ? a sickness she is

trying to infect Lisa with.

?No, I?m not a lesbian,? Lisa insists.  ?It?s disgusting. I don?t

want you to make love to me.? But Lisa is tiring from Shaquanda?s

persistent assaults, surrendering sooner and with less resistance

each time.

Shaquanda recognizes the subtle decrease in Lisa?s opposition ?

Lisa gradually getting accustomed to being touched by a woman the

more Shaquanda does it to her.

Like trying to stay awake too long, Lisa becomes fatigued always

resisting when she winds up defeated and submitting anyway. A

growing part of Lisa simply wants to surrender to the homosexual

acts Shaquanda practices on her.

Shaquanda confidently smiles.  She knows Lisa is losing resolve

and will acquiesce to their lesbian relationship. Lisa will

eventually be a compliant, bisexual partner.

?Dis isn?t disgusting; it?s beautiful,? Shaquanda softly repeats

gently messaging Lisa?s clit with her thumb while using the dildo

on Lisa?s wet cunt, further wearing her down. ?I know it be

feelin nice to ya. Look at how wet ya be getting? I don?t want to hurt ya anymore, sweetheart. I love yur pussy and want to make it feel good for ya.?

Lisa begins quieting down.

?Ooooooh, dat?s a good girl.  Ya see? I said ya would change yur

mind.  All dat fightin and getting yur face slapped for nottin,?

Shaquanda opines, slowly rutting the lengthy dildo in and out

while cooing more lesbian overtures to Lisa again. 

Initially, Lisa hated the nasty, homosexual things Shaquanda said while

violating her almost as much as the violation itself.  But the constant repetitions reinforce subtle deviations in Lisa?s thoughts until like a child learning a lullaby, she begins feeling less distraught hearing them, the perversions slowly becoming normal to Lisa.

?Dat feels good ? so nice.  Ooooh, ya like dat.  I?m making yur

pussy so wet and feel sooooo good.  I?m making love to ya.  Ya

doesn?t want to fight it anymore.  I is gonna take care of ya.

Ooooooooh, yeah ? ya gonna cum for me.?

A waning part of Lisa doesn?t really want to believe the horrible

things Shaquanda is saying. ?Please, I?m married.  I?m not a lesbian.  I don?t want to,? Lisa sobs.

?Yes ya do, Baby.  I?m gonna make ya cum again for me because I

knows what ya like.  Why not enjoy dis? Yur tired of fightin it ?

I can tell. It?s gonna be okay.  Doesn?t dis feel good? Ya

doesn?t has to feel bad about it.?

?But I DON?T like this.?

"Ooooh yur pussy be loving dis. It be getting so wet for me all the time," Shaquanda replies.  She studies the reactions from Lisa?s body

while touching her, noting locations and techniques to exploit

that evoke responses Lisa is unable to suppress.  Oral sex will

make Lisa come around.   Shaquanda?s tongue joins the

festivities, flirts with Lisa?s clit while alleviating

Shaquanda?s urge to eat out Lisa?s cunt.

?Mmmmmmmm, oh, mmmmmmm, uh-huh,? Shaquanda moans licking Lisa?s

distended clitoris and simultaneously driving the dildo in and

out of her pussy. ?Ya so wet. Mmmmm, I luv da way ya taste ? oh,

mmmmmm, yeah, oh.?

?Oooh,? Lisa responds, Shaquanda fully indulging her oral

fixations on her ? licking, sucking, drinking Lisa?s juices,

tenderly nibbling Lisa?s clitoris, until she finally has her fill

and her fingers resume titillating Lisa instead.

A distant look appears in Lisa?s eyes as she becomes absorbed

with the sensations; like truth serum, her face tells Shaquanda

everything her words deny, but her hips reveal even more as her

reflexes take over.

?Ooooh, yeah, just like dat.  Ya see? Ya can?t help it.  Ya like

having a woman play with yur pussy.  Yur cumming for me.  Dat?s

it, just relax and let me take care of ya ? it feels soooo nice.?

?Oh?God,? Lisa moans in an intense orgasm.

?God?? Shaquanda questions maintaining Lisa?s climax through

perfect cadence with the dildo.  ?God ain?t gonna help ya none,

Baby.  He doesn?t exist here.  God?s abandoned ya. The

Devil?s got ya now; I?m putting him inside ya, making ya feel

sooooo good and making ya cum for me.  Now dat Satan?s got ya, he never letting ya go.?

The drugs and an uninvited passion Shaquanda kindles render Lisa

unable to intelligently ponder anything else.  The sensations between Lisa?s legs drown out all. Lisa misses the profound truth Shaquanda casually mentions.

After bestowing Lisa with so many wonderful gifts, everything has been cruelly taken from her for no apparent reason, her talents burned out with drugs and her physical beauty squandered on the vilest of creation.  Lisa?s predicament is an unfortunate mistake, one of a multitude of tiny, inconsequential glitches among the vast universe of cosmic justice.

?Ah, oh, oooh, uh, oh, oh,? Lisa mewls, rocking her hips.

?Oooooh, yeah, yur pussy be feeling sooooooooo good. Dats right,

don?t fight it anymore. Uh-huh, ya like it. Ya don?t want me to

stop ? it feels too nice. Oooooh, yur so beautiful. Ya like dat,

don?t ya? Uh-huh,? Shaquanda exclaims, further staining Lisa?s

purity.

Shaquanda takes Lisa?s hand and holds it on the dildo as she

works it.

?Like dis,? Shaquanda says adjusting the angle so the shaft makes

greater contact with Lisa?s clitoris. ?Dats it, nice, smooth

rhythms. Ya see how pleasant dat be feeling??

?Uh-huh,? Lisa responds.

Shaquanda gradually relinquishes her grip on Lisa?s hand,

allowing Lisa to assume more control of the device.

Lisa discovers Shaquanda has let go of her hand, so she slows

down, redirecting the shaft slightly, hoping Shaquanda won?t

notice, minimizing the stimulation to herself.  She loathes

performing this perversion on herself ? but doing it in front of

Shaquanda makes it worst ? even if it feels good.

But Shaquanda pays very close attention.  Having played with

Lisa?s pussy so much, she knows exactly what arouses Lisa most.

?No, no, like dis,? she instructs, manually correcting Lisa?s

hands, forcing her to resume proper angle and cadence. ?Oooooh,

yeah, dat be feeling better, huh??

Lisa helplessly begins writhing from another intense orgasm, her

face distorting and becoming flush.

Shaquanda stands back, ?Dat?s a good girl.  Make yurself cum for

me. Oooooh, yeah, uh-huh, dat be feeling so good. Isn?t dat nice?

Don?t stop it; keep going? oooooh, yur gonna have another one for

me.?

It?s like being trapped in an opposite Universe where only

physical pleasure matters.  Things Lisa considers repugnant like

being touched by a woman ? Shaquanda calls nice; wicked like

masturbating for her ? Shaquanda praises as good. Lisa gradually

accepts this new, warped reality.

********************************

Shaquanda answers the knock at her door.  Having anticipated an

eventual visit from the police, she and Reggie each took turns

tidying her apartment weeks ago, eliminating almost every trace

of Lisa.

?We?re looking for this person,? the grey haired Detective Jones

states in a monotone voice showing Shaquanda a picture of Lisa.

He looks tired, ready for retirement with dark, puffy pouches

beneath his eyes, and teeth yellowed from the cigarettes and

coffee that got him through many lonely nights working long

hours.

To avoid possible suspicion Shaquanda is extremely cooperative,

?Oh, yes, I remember her.  Such a pretty, young woman ? she was a

new case worker with Social Services.  She came by over a month

ago, I think.  I told her my kids were living with my sister. She

said she would correct the files and left,? Shaquanda explains.

?Did she come inside?? Detective Jones inquires.

?No,? Shaquanda replies. Having nothing to hide Shaquanda invites

the detective in, ?But you?re more than welcome to look around if

you wish.?

?Thank you ? if you don?t mind, I?ll just be a few minutes.?

Detective Jones finds his way into Shaquanda?s bedroom where

Lisa?s sexual assault began.  Nothing out of the ordinary here ?

pink silk panties balled up on the dresser the detective assumes belong to Shaquanda even though far too small to fit her and containing Lisa?s sweet scent.

As he prepares to exit the room, a cloth bag sitting on the floor

by the door snags Detective Jones? notice. He briefly peaks

inside the sac and observes the huge dildo and sensual lubricant

Shaquanda uses on Lisa over Reggie?s.

The shiny, black, silcone serpent pays uninvited visits to the depths of Lisa?s pussy regularly, and to Lisa?s dread, has already penetrated her more times than her husband?s penis.  Lisa?s DNA covers the wicked sex toy and if Detective Jones examines it closely enough, he will see some of Lisa?s Caucasian pubic hairs on it.  However, Lisa?s dark, brown hairs blend with the dildo?s color and Detective Jones has no inclination to scrutinize the giant dong.

?I guess this nymphomaniac likes them big,? Detective Jones

thinks to himself about Shaquanda, briefly letting loose a quiet

chuckle and then dismissing the vital clues as irrelevant and

Shaquanda as an innocent, uninvolved party.  Other than a few prior arrests for marijuana, prostitution, and shoplifting in her distant past, Shaquanda has no history of committing violent crime and is not a suspect.

?I hope ya find the girl,? Shaquanda comments, escorting

detective Jones out.  ?I sometimes worry about my own safety

around here.?

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

Shaquanda?s apartment complex, a known drug hole, sees lots of

middle class traffic ? yuppies making their weekend recreational

drug purchases.  Lisa?s car blended and none of the neighbors

recall Lisa or her Acura.  Lisa simply disappeared without any

leads. Detective Jones has seen this before though, and has his

suspicions.  A gorgeous young wife like Lisa married to a

serviceman stationed overseas could get lonely.  Perhaps she

found someone else and disappeared on purpose.

************

Lisa losses track of how much time passes in the dilapidated

apartment. She remains naked and isolated from the outside world

in a drugged stupor with Reggie or Shaquanda always watching.

Without outside contact ? internet, email, text messages,

television, radio, or newspaper ? Lisa misses the headlines about

the gorgeous, young social worker and Army wife who disappeared

and the unsuccessful search to find her.

On brief occasions when Lisa?s thoughts clear, she ponders the

horrible, disgusting things she does mostly with Shaquanda ? but

sometimes with Reggie as well.  She misses Doug and weeps, remembering

their weekend bike rides together before he joined the Army.

Doesn?t he notice her letters stopped and realize she is gone?

Why hasn?t anyone come looking for her yet?

***************

With Reggie frequently away on business, Shaquanda spends a lot

of time cultivating homosexuality in Lisa.  Lisa lays in bed on

her back and allows Shaquanda to guide her legs open with her

feet close to her butt and her knees pointing in opposite

directions away from each other.  She is spread wide, everything

completely accessible to Shaquanda.

?Dat?s nice like dat.  Ya ready, Baby?? Shaquanda asks parting

Lisa?s labia some more with her fingers and bringing the lubed

dildo to her opening.

?Please, Shaquanda, I want to go home.  My family is going to

look for me.  If you let me go I promise I?ll never tell anyone

about? Oh,? Lisa exclaims, interrupted in mid sentence.

Shaquanda inserted the dildo in Lisa and begins fucking her with

it. It has been several months since Shaquanda and Reggie

abducted her.  Lisa has grown more accustomed to sexually

partnering with them and to receiving the drugs.  Shaquanda in

particular spends hours intimately touching Lisa, making Lisa

lose her revulsion toward lesbianism, like the young, straight girls

in prison Shaquanda knew, forced each night into sharing their beds and bodies with bulldog cellmates.  The relationships eventually grew natural and voluntary to the formerly heterosexual girls, and they bonded with

the dykes molesting them.

?Dis is yur home.  No one?s even noticed ya gone, Baby. Ya old

family don?t care about ya no more.  No one is looking for ya,?

Shaquanda lies without breaking the cadence of the dildo. She

culls Lisa?s clitoris and begins playing with it ? retracting its

hood, exposing Lisa?s glans. ?Ya doesn?t have a husband no more.  He be fucking other hoes just like ya is fucking me and Reggie. Yur my girlfriend now.  Ya and me is partners.  Me and Reggie is yur family and we love ya and are taking care of ya. Don?t ya love us??

Shaquanda begins expertly manipulating Lisa?s uncovered glans ? a super sensitive Achilles? heel of pleasure to Lisa.

?Oh, I guess,? Lisa gasps closing her eyes.

?Oh, dat feels good there, huh?? Shaquanda observes, rubbing

Lisa?s clit, where she is most vulnerable, while sliding the

dildo over her g-spot.

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

?I know.  I love it when ya cum for me.  Open yur mouth and let

me kiss ya, Baby,? Shaquanda says.

Lisa knows it?s sick, but she is already catching whatever

disease makes Shaquanda so perverted, and with a hint of

hesitation opens her lips for their tongues to meet.

?Mmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmm, Lisa moans from their kiss. Her arms

awkwardly embrace Shaquanda, for the first time passionately

holding another woman ? naked flesh against naked flesh.

Shaquanda returns her attention back to Lisa?s clit.  It is time

to make her lover cum.

?Ooooh, yur pussy be feeling so good, oooooh yeah, I?m gonna make ya

cum for me, uh-huh, dat feels so nice,? Shaquanda gently speaks.

?Oh, uh-huh, that does feel nice, ooooh yeah. You make my pussy

feel so good.  I?m going to cum for you,? Lisa responds with thoughts and expressions Shaquanda has been planting in her drugged brain

for several months.

*********************

She woke in Reggie?s arms.  It is still night, but she can make

out shadows forming absurd patterns in the blackness.  His long,

thick cock presses against her thigh as he sleeps. He is back

from another trip and they already fucked like rabbits earlier

that evening yet he is hard again. Lisa can?t believe Reggie?s

incredible stamina and recovery time. Nor can she help comparing

how sex with this black man lasts so much longer and occurs far

more often than it ever did with Doug.

This is her life now, a life entirely of drugs and sex, being

only with Shaquanda and Reggie.  Her days as a professional

woman, of pursuing interests and hobbies like literature, music,

art, dance, fitness and fashion, of interacting with intelligent

people in normal ways not involving some form of intercourse,

masturbation or shooting drugs, drifts to distant memory.

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

again.

Reggie doesn?t need to ask Lisa twice.  She knows what he wants

and learned after the first days with them that when she doesn?t

give it, they will shoot her with more drugs and take her by

force anyway.  Lisa rolls on her side.

Reggie?s hand reaches under her left knee bringing her leg upward

and over him ? into position for entry from the side.  Lisa

reaches down and gently aims Reggie?s cock for him.

Lisa progressed like other girls he tamed in the past ? no

complaints anymore about having sex with him, or requests for him

to wear rubbers.

In the beginning Lisa wasn?t accustomed to so much sex, and

dreaded having it with Reggie, especially without barrier

protection, which only added to an intimacy she didn?t want with

him. Even her husband, Doug, always used rubbers so she wouldn?t

get pregnant.

But Reggie made a point of boning Lisa without wearing condoms.

Sharing body fluids with Reggie became less and less alien to

her.

?Oh, oooh, uh-huh, ooooooh,? Lisa moans.  He makes her experience

sex naturally without anything separating his penis from her.

Lisa has grown fonder of actually feeling him and not a latex

membrane.  But during moments of lucidity from her otherwise drug

altered reality she hates the hell she is in, her empty life

filled with nothing other than carnal pleasure.

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

?Oh, oh, naaaaah, okay, uh-huh, I?m cumming too,? Lisa replies in

cadence with Reggie?s thrusts and the squeaky springs in their

bed.

Lisa doesn?t protest.  When he wants to, he fills her pussy

anyway no matter how she begs or cries.

The familiar flood of Reggie?s warm fluid flows into her; his

thrusts slow.  He fills her with baby-making spunk again.

?Oh, I came,? Lisa mumbles.  Reggie?s flaccid cock remains in her

after releasing its load. Just before falling back to sleep with

it still inside her, Lisa amazingly notes how even completely

soft, Reggie?s penis is much larger than Doug?s was fully erect.

**********************

Sunlight leaks through cracks in the tightly drawn blinds and

wakes Lisa. Reggie?s arm hangs across her chest, his hand holding

her breast.  He hasn?t given her any drugs since yesterday

evening, which enables Lisa to think more clearly than she has in

a long time.

Lisa knows Reggie will have his usual morning erection when he rises and relieve it in her. This day will be like others with Reggie around and the early morning fuck will only be the beginning.  By late morning they will likely have a menage a trois with Shaquanda. Reggie will finish and leave to take care of business while Shaquada and Lisa continue. 

If sex had calories, Reggie and Shaquanda would weigh 900 pounds each. On the bright side, if there is one, Lisa doesn?t worry about Shaquanda making her pregnant and Reggie visits more infrequently. But if Lisa can somehow get out of the bed without waking him, she can avoid more forced sex with Reggie and Shaquanda and escape from this horrible nightmare.

Lisa slowly lifts Reggie?s hand from her breast and places it on

his pillow.  Now to get out of the bed without making it shake or

the springs squeak ? she manages to do it and doesn?t wake him.

Lisa looks around the living room for something to wear, but

there is nothing. She doesn?t want to risk going back into the

bedroom and using the sheet from the bed to cover herself,

possibly waking Reggie.

She desperately longs to see her husband again, have children

with him one day ? get her life back. Reggie and Shaquanda have

taken everything from her, replacing her future with chemical

illusions of happiness and the empty ecstasies of sex without

love.

Lisa gathers her courage, takes a deep breath like a diver

preparing to descend deep water; she will do this naked if

necessary. She tries opening the door ? made of dark, solid oak

badly needing varnish ? but it?s dead bolted. She goes to the

window only to discover it fastened shut with rusty burglar bars

over its dusty, cracked glass.

From the window they appear to be on the fifth or sixth floor of

some abandoned tenement overlooking a small alley and facing the

back wall of another building, perhaps a warehouse, made of

brick. She doesn?t recognize their location and the alley looks

deserted.  This is the first time in weeks Lisa has glimpsed

outside and the daylight hurts her eyes.

She closes the blinds releasing dust motes into the air. Lisa

needs to find the key to the deadbolt.  But she?s starting to

feel really awful, like she is coming down with the flu or

something worse. She enters the kitchen and looks in a few draws.

A spoon and syringe lay on a badly stained countertop beside an

old gas stove.  Lisa doesn?t know what is wrong with her, but she

can?t continue.

Reggie opens his eyes and jumps from bed.  Lisa is gone, her spot

cold!  He faces serious jail time if she found the key and went

to the police. He runs into the living room and breathes a sigh

of relief finding his prize rocking on the couch.

?I don?t feel well, Reggie,? Lisa whines, rubbing her knees.  ?My

body aches all over, I?m cold, and my stomach hurts. What?s wrong

with me??

Reggie knows exactly what?s ailing her.  The drugs he gives some

of his girls to keep them from straying really fuck them up; he?s

glad he never used any himself.  This close call proves why he

needs to get some girls hooked.

?Ya needs to remind me to give ya yur medicine, Baby,? Reggie

says with a sickening smile.  He goes to the kitchen and returns

a short while later with the rubber tourniquet and syringe.

?Here ya go, Baby.? Reggie hands Lisa the needle.  ?Let me help

ya get this on.? He ties the rubber hose tightly around her

bicep.

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

Lisa watches Reggie put the contents of the hypodermic needle in

her vein, each injection draining some of her aspirations and

life in exchange for another fix. He gives her an extra dose this

time because of the scare. When he releases her tourniquet, Lisa

closes her eyes and whispers, ?Oh? thank you, Reggie.?

?Yur welcome, baby ? now let?s get back in bed.  Ya see how hard

I am for ya dis morning??

Lisa dumbly stares at Reggie?s big, hard cock ? the massive organ

she dreaded having in her earlier that morning when sober.  She

never saw a black one until his and wonders if all black men are

similarly endowed. She holds Reggie?s arm to avoid falling as he

escorts her to the bed where he will soon fuck her brains out.

Shaquanda lets herself in later, a symphony of squeaky bedsprings

and Lisa?s erotic grunts penetrate the bedroom walls and fill the

apartment, ?Uh, uh, uh, ah, oh, oh, Reggie, oooh, aaaah,

oooooooh, oh, ah, uh-huh, oh!!!!!?

The surrounding rooms in this empty tenement echo with Lisa?s

passionate cries as Reggie makes her cum.  Lisa isn?t the first girl

Reggie kept here, but her moans are becoming the most vibrant.

?He?s at it again with her,? Shaquanda chuckles to herself.

Almost every time he visits lately, Reggie is either drilling

Lisa?s pussy for oil, or making her swallow his own gushers. He

has an insatiable appetite for corrupting innocent white girls,

but so does Shaquanda.

?Oh, please, I?m cuming for you Reggie!  Oooooh, that feels so

good.  That?s nice.  Oh yeah, my pussy feels so good.  You?re

making me cum! Oh!? Shaquanda hears Lisa yell.

They moan into each other?s mouths French kissing when Shaquanda

enters their room.  Lisa?s legs lock around Reggie?s ass.  Her

fingers dig into his back.  Shaquanda imagines this na?ve girl

never dreamed of being fucked so much.  The drugs they keep

her on probably really spice things up for her too.

Their moans grow louder, their thrusts faster and harder.

Shaquanda watches the way Lisa?s pussy appears to suck on

Reggie?s dark cock, like it does with the dildo Shaquanda uses on her.

Its lips tightly stretch around his shaft, mirroring Reggie?s

movements and flashing a rim of pink around his black rod each

time they back away from each other. Lisa?s clear pussy juice

coating Reggie?s cock turns white as his cum mixes with her own

natural lubricant. Their motions slow and their kiss ends.

?Oh, Reggie,? Lisa exclaims.

Lisa peaks over Reggie?s shoulder and sees Shaquanda watching

them. Reggie pulls out and gets off the bed.

Lisa is obviously still aroused, spread open with Reggie?s cum

trilling from her freshly fucked pussy, her engorged clit and

labia clearly visible to Shaquada along with her very erect

nipples.  Between the drugs and having been with Shaquanda and

Reggie so often, Lisa has lost almost all self-consciousness

about her body and feels little inhibition in front of them

anymore.

?Hi Shaquanda, do you want to make love with me?? Lisa asks,

knowing full well it?s time for girl on girl action either with

the dildo or some other adventure.

The only interaction Lisa receives is with Shaquanda or Reggie

and the drugs weaken her emotionally.  Lisa, like all humans,

needs contact with others even if that means sexually with her

captors. The old Lisa never dreamed of fucking another man or

engaging in lesbianism. She never found black men attractive and

thought sex with another woman gross.  Now she is in a ?69?

eating Shaquanda?s pussy.

The first few times, even though drugged, Lisa cried enough to

fill an ocean when forced to participate in these perversions.

But eventually Lisa?s tears diminished, and at some point stopped

completely. After Lisa finally began to like receiving oral sex from Shaquanda, it didn?t take long for her to start performing it back. 

?Ooooh, yeah, uh-huh, ya like that?? Shaquanda asks stroking the

hood of Lisa?s clitoris back exposing its glans.

?Oh, oh, oooooooh, yeah, you make my pussy feel so good,? Lisa

responds, reciprocating by sticking her tongue in Shaquanda?s

snatch.

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

Forced repitition formed sexual preferences, behaviors ? habits

in Lisa that she previously considered abhorrent. Lisa reaches up

around Shaquanda?s buttocks to separate her thighs further.  Lisa

is starting to find pussy particularly piquant; it?s growing on

her. ?Uh-huh, uh-huh, aah,? Lisa moans. Shaquanda knows just how

to touch Lisa and makes her cum on a dime.

**************************

Lisa?s face leaves the news cycle.  The police have no leads.

World events continue and she joins the growing number of missing

souls.  Gradually, the people close to Lisa accept her loss and

go on with their lives.

Doug takes Lisa?s loss hard.  He counts his young, beautiful

wife, in the prime of life, as a likely murder victim of some

unknown psychopath.  He cries nights thinking of ways she may

have suffered before her end.  Did her murderer rape her before

killing her?  Was she scared or in pain?  Did she think about him

when she died?

Doug uses his funeral leave to mourn his loss of Lisa, and then

returns to Afghanistan.  A young, widowed serviceman, he meets

another girl and thinks less about Lisa. He eventually becomes an

officer in the Army, remarries, and has kids with his new wife.

But every once in a while Doug revisits his brief time with Lisa:

her captivating smile that lit up the room when she laughed,

extraordinary wit, and their carefree weekend bicycle rides

together as a young couple in love before he joined the Army.

Drugs and sex slowly erase the Lisa Doug remembers. Doug?s new

wife assumes the life Lisa started with him, while Lisa becomes a

bi-sexual fuck doll for a black thug ? an empty, drug addicted

slut, a shell of her former self with a hot body forced by Reggie

into a long-term, lesbian relationship with an older, black woman.

**********************************

Several years after Lisa?s disappearance, erotic moans of female

passion fill the room.  Three girls are on the floor ? one black,

two white.  The older black woman, Shaquanda, referees the two

younger white ones ? Lisa and a cute, 21 year-old girl named

Claire.

A year ago Claire had been a straight ?A? college student, a

scholarship recipient, until a friend foolishly brought her along

to purchase pot from Reggie.  The body of Claire?s friend turned

up in an abandoned crack  house, the victim of an apparent

overdose. But like Lisa, Claire mysteriously disappeared, the

police unable to find any clues of her whereabouts.

Kept isolated and in a drugged haze like Lisa, Claire never

learned about the unsuccessful search to find her or about what

happened to her friend, a boy from college that unwittingly

brought her to Reggie and this horrible life as a sex slave.

Claire?s and Lisa?s nipples are puckered revealing they just shot

up speedballs for Shaquanda.  They share a shiny, black double

dildo and follow Shaquanda?s directions.

?Dat?s it, fit it all inside ya till yur pussies touch each

other,? Shaquanda instructs.   Shaquanda watches their two white

cunts gracefully move toward each other, back away, come a little

closer, back away again, then almost meet, like a romantic dance

of courtship.  Practically the entire length of dildo

glistens with their juices.

?Ooooh, dat be feeling so good ? just a little further.  Ya

almost got it.?

Their cunts make only slight contact at first ? draw away as if fearful

of the touch, then join again. The connection between their

vaginas grows more frequent and consistent as they become

aroused, accustomed to the sensation from each other. A cacophony

of ?oohs,? ?ahs,? ?ohs,? and ?uh-huhs,? eminates from the two

hopeless drug addicts mindlessly following Shaquanda?s directions

like a couple of sex zombies fucking the dildo into each other.

?Ooooh yeah, dat pussy feels so good.  Ya love each other so

much,? Shaquanda says.

The remaining length of dildo between them disappears.

?Dat?s it, grind yur pussies together, feel each other, shows how

much ya love each other,? Shaquanda goads.  ?I wants to see ya

both cum for me.?

Lisa and Claire, who barely know each other, knit pubic hairs and

become well acquainted physically.  Busily undertaking the task

at hand, it hardly matters to Lisa that Claire is a stranger, and

Lisa can tell by Claire?s reciprocation that the same holds true

for her. They have business to take care of until Shaquanda says

they can stop.

?Make her cum,? Shaquanda whispers to Claire.  Shaquanda French

kisses Claire and plays with her erect nipples before her lips

wander down to suck on them.

Shaquanda moves to Lisa, noticing her eyes closed as if deeply

concentrating on the dildo.  ?Ya didn?t think I would forget

about ya, Baby, did ya?? Shaquanda questions, interrupting Lisa?s

sexual musings and causing her eyes to jerk open.  They contain

the vacant look of someone whose mind is elsewhere. ?I see ya is

really appreciating that dildo with yur new girlfriend.?

?Um, uh-huh, uh,? Lisa dumbly babbles to Shaquanda, unable to

form comprehendible words while in ecstasy from drugs and sex.

?Shush, ya just keep dat up and make her cum for me.  It?s yur

turn for some tongue now.  Open up and give me sugar.?

Lisa?s lips part and she kisses Shaquanda.  Shaquanda?s fingers

begin toying with Lisa?s nipples.

?I can?t let these go without some more loving,? Shaquanda

explains taking Lisa?s nipples in her mouth and then gently

nibbling them.

Reggie returns and briefly enjoys the sex show Shaquanda makes

the two girls they turned into drug addicted sluts perform. He is

throwing a party tonight at one of the strip clubs he owns for

his friends and the drug dealers working for him.  It will be one

of the rare occasions when Lisa gets to be away from Shquanda and leave the apartment. 

Unlike most of the other girls, Reggie doesn?t share Lisa with men often.  Aside from the occasional fuck with Reggie, she?s primarily Shaquanda?s girlfriend, and has sex with other girls, like she is doing now with Claire, at Shaquanda?s bidding.  But tonight will be special.

Lisa wears a pink thong under a tight, black leather mini skirt

and matching leather halter top that leaves her cute belly button

and flat abdomen visible. Reggie brings Lisa to his private suite

in back of the club, where he introduces her to his friend Ray ?

the same man who disposed of her car years ago helping Reggie

destroy her life and make her disappear.

On her knees in a dimly lit room, Lisa sucks Ray?s cock.  The

walls shake from music strippers pole dance to outside.  He isn?t

as large as Reggie, but his black cock is still a significant

piece of meat to slurp.  Her thin fingers barely wrap Ray?s

shaft, gently jerking it while rolling his heavy testicles with

her other hand. Reggie lifts her mini-skirt, pulls her thong to

the side, and pushes his cock into her ass.

?Mmmmmph, mmmmmmph, mmmmmmph,? Lisa groans with her mouth full of

cock each time Reggie thrusts.  She ends up on top of Ray with

his cock in her pussy and Reggie?s still in her ass.

?Oh, ooooh, aaaah, ooooh, I?m cuming, oh my God, oooooooooooooh,

yes,? Lisa screams.  She almost forgot how good real cock feels

since becoming Shaquanda?s girlfriend.  The double fuck makes her

cum like crazy.

On the way back to Reggie?s apartment that evening Lisa sees Doug

for the last time.  She bounces on Reggie?s lap in her miniskirt,

riding her pussy on his big cock, savoring the heterosexual

intercourse she prefers but receives rarely with Shaquanda, when their limo stops at a traffic light.  Through the tinted windows she spies Doug leaving the movie theater. He looks older than she remembers, but it?s definitely him.

Having received transfer orders to another state, Doug is on

leave.

For a second Lisa feels a ray of hope.  She rises up about to

dismount Reggie and jump from the vehicle when Doug wraps his arm

around a cute girl beside him.  The girl wears a wedding band and

holds a baby resembling Doug.

Lisa slides down Reggie?s cock again, turns away from the sight

of her husband with his new wife, and resumes her coital rhythm

without Reggie noticing the interruption.

Lisa needs a fix.  Her arms reach around the back of Reggie?s

neck and she hugs him tightly.  The light turns green and Lisa

watches Doug and his wife get smaller in the distance from over

Reggie?s shoulder as the limo speeds away.  Lisa looks forward to

returning to Shaquanda, who along with Reggie, will always take

care of her.

Lisa has long forgotten what Shaquanda flippantly said years ago.

But Shaquanda?s prophecy rings true nonetheless: if God exists,

He abandoned Lisa to Shaquanda and Reggie.  They did Satan?s

work, infecting her with their decadence.  There is no hope for

Lisa or any of Reggie?s girls who swallow from his cup of

perversions and experience the ecstasies it contains.