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Law of the Raw V (‘They take what they want’) By Cy. Black



The pretty velvety soft bronze-skinned lady sat with her legs crossed in a well-lighted room. The brilliant sunlight bathed the nearly barren room which displayed beautiful scenic pictures of golden shores, turquoise water, and azure skies. She calmly adjusted her yellowish gold, open-toe slingback 3’ heels. Her slender ankles expanded gradually to her shapely calves, thighs, slim waist, which expanded upwardly to a pair of well-rounded, albeit false breast implants that nevertheless defied gravity as they suspended far out from her body, and partially revealed through the lacy heart-shaped opening of her bandage strappy dress. Her makeup was tight, as was her peachy colored lipstick, which matched her finger and toenails. Her baby-soft hazel eyes glistened in the sunlit room. The dark cat-like sunglasses she wore gave her an air of mystery, however, her strawberry blonde hair tied up above her head gave her a playfully professional look.
She casually swung the swivel-tilt-back office chair as she watched two well-dressed men as they entered the room.
The tall man had the face of a determined bulldog, while the other man’s dark brown boyishly handsome face almost seemed shy and innocent, however when their eyes met, they seemed to squint and a devious smiled flashed for just a moment. The woman cleared her throat as not to lose herself in imaginary, naughty mischief.
“Good morning Dr. Swan. I trust you had a pleasant night, considering it’s the first you’ve been home in weeks. The tall man stated as he extended and shook the woman’s relaxed hand.
“Pleasant is not the word I would use, considering where I’d be summoned the following morning she answered snidely.
“Well, sorry for the inconvenience, but this simply can’t wait. As you probably guessed by now. A lot of people, powerful, and influential people want answers. So here we are. By the way, in case you’ve forgotten, I’m…”
“I’m well aware of who you are Special Agent Vandenberg, and your partner is Special Agent Rawlins, right?”
“You got it sir…excuse me, that is ma’am,” Vandenberg corrected himself.
“That should be obvious by now, sir. At any rate, I can imagine this is little interview is where you’ll carve and set me up to be the bad guy, the fall guy, the one who takes the fall when shit happens and no one else steps up to take it on.”
“That’s a nice little spin you put on things, but let’s be real here ma’am, there are a lot of dead and injured people in the aftermath of the incident which you sat at the center of.” The tall heavy-set man stated as he loosened his tie, but not from the solar heat built up in the room, but how incredibly aroused he became any time he looked into the woman’s eyes for only a few seconds.
The woman shook her head as if in pity, then snatched off her sunglasses as she stammered. “It was a great idea, I didn’t mean to bring anyone, anyone harm. My intentions were totally honest.”
“Hmm, some say the road to hell is often paved with the best of intentions,” Vandenberg interjected.
“Special Agent Vandenberg…”
“You can call me Vanden.” He interjected.
“Vandenberg,” she snapped back. “It should’ve worked, everything was in place, there’s no way this should’ve happened.” She insisted.
“And yet here we are.” Vandenberg fired back.
“You don’t understand, it really should’ve worked.” She intently stared at Rawlins as she spoke, who merely flashed his sexy smile for just a second and then quickly returned to his silent professional persona, and once again the gorgeous lady quickly arrested her thoughts which threatened to run away with her imagination.
She shook her head and frowned as she stated, “You just don’t understand.”
“Well, we sincerely hope you can help with that ma’am. That is, why we’re here so if you’re ready, we can begin.” The bulldog faced agent suggested.
With a nod of her head, she conveyed her affirmation of the suggestion.
“Great, okay, start recording,” Vandenberg called out to his team who operated and recorded the interview in another room, then loosened his tie a bit more, took a sip of coffee, and cleared his throat.
“Okay, this is Special Agent Karl Vandenberg, along with Special Agent Rawlins of the ***. Interview 1.” He paused then sighed, then continued.
“This interview is with Dr. Shelly Swan of the Crawly Institute and surrounding the incident which occurred on the night of July 30, 2019, which will henceforth be referred to as the ‘Crawley Incident’ or in short, the ‘Incident’. We’re about to ask a series of questions that surrounded and led up to the Incident.” He signed, glanced over at Rawlins then back down at Swan who sat motionless in the chair.
“Now let’s start by going through a few of the preliminaries shall we Dr. Swan. Please state your name for the record, your position, and your duties, please?”
“I’m Dr. Shelly Swan. I am the director or was the director of operations at the Roseland Institute which is located and a part of the Crawley Correctional facility. My duties are administrative in nature, but I also oversaw all chief medical operations and systematic diagnoses and prescribed sedative treatments.”
“Who were your assistants at this time?”
“Doctor Horace Whitehead, Doctor Joseph Allington, and Doctor Charles Lovejoy, a pulmonologist and anesthesiologist. There were perhaps 12 to 16 nurses, aids, and others including the facility management, cooks, servers, and maintenance workers.”
The question and answered period went smoothly as Dr. Swan replied rapidly to a series of questions. Then Vandenberg paused before he asked.
“Okay, now tell us, Dr. Swan, what happened on the day of the incident, and let’s start at the very beginning and go through the events that led up to it,” Vandenberg asked as he took a seat across from the doctor.
“With all due respect Special Agent Vandenberg, there’s a lot more to the preliminary questions you asked, so if I may go back a bit further to give a clearer picture of what truly led up to as you call it, the Incident,” Swan stated.
“By all means, continue, please.” He replied.
“Around 2010, many ranchers and stable hands began to complain that their horses were acting lethargic and uncooperative, not only that but their muscles seemed to be in a state of atrophy. Doctor Howard Wiesbaden created a d**g (Hypo********) a powerful steroid which he symphonized with another d**g known as Aphemo*********). This d**g was basically a muscle relaxant, and, in a few weeks, the horses responded and a cure seemed to be found. Of course, there’s a lot of details I’m leaving out here but if I went through them all, we’d need a few beds and pillows.” She flashed a quick smile at the handsome, youthful black agent. Around 2015 we began hearing reports that many of the prison populations across the country were becoming increasingly problematic. Populations were perhaps angered by increasing smoking restrictions, hostility from the guards, and the intense summer heat, whatever the origin, the convicts were getting out of hand. Corrections officers, administrators, and other support groups at the facility began to not show up and complained that the prison had become too hostile to oversee.
“Doctor Lovejoy studied the case of the horses and while at the time he wondered if it would help his dog who had also become quite lethargic. He treated the dog with a cocktail d**g which included the two d**gs he started earlier, and it worked. In the spring of 2015, he presented me with a detailed report of his findings and suggested if prescribed correctly, might be of some service to the corrections facilities in order to help with the hostile prison environment. As proof, he presented himself. He claimed at the time that he was often tired and sluggish. He showed me studies he had taken and claimed he was living proof that the d**g if taken by humans could not only eliminate the lethargy but also rewarded them extreme strength, stamina, and focus.”
“You said Doctor Lovejoy presented these, or should I say his findings to you?”
“Yes, we literally spent an entire year symphonizing the d**gs into a variety of cocktails including a d**g I’ve worked with often. It’s called Diabeta********.”
‘And exactly what did this d**g do ma’am?” Vandenberg interjected.
“This particularly d**g dulls the mind and senses just a bit with a possible side effect that leaves a subject open to suggestion.”
“Would you say it’s like a form of truth serum?”
“Not exactly however, the effects are quite similar. Naturally, we anticipated some drawbacks, setbacks, and a host of other unseen effects but not enough to prevent us from approaching Senator Robert Francis. He formed a committee and eleven months later, we opened the institute at the Crawley Correctional facility.
“So, it’s fair to say, that you accelerated this process, wouldn’t you say, doctor?”
“I don’t like or agree with the premise of that question, but It’s a fair enough judgment.”
“How many test subjects did you use for this examination?”
“At the time we recruited 45-50 test subjects for the trail.” The doctor replied.
Vandenberg allowed the doctor to elaborate on the details of the project and then suddenly interrupted. “May I ask, why you chose prisoners as opposed to voluntary testing on the general public? Before the doctor could respond, he quickly added.
“It didn’t hurt that you recruited men who often were used in the construction of the new interstate highway project, which must have cost a pretty penny that the state could hold on as they paid these men pennies,” Vandenberg added.
“We felt conducting our test on prison populations might accel…produce more accurate results in a controlled environment, namely prison, since that was to be our target.”
“Why were all the subjects Black?” Rawlins asked as he stared intensely at the doctor.”
“I assure you Agent Rawlins, our intentions for those men were honorable.”
“Yeah and expendable.” He countered.
“Ok, that’s enough of the preliminaries, and please allow my apologies, Doctor Swan, for our lack of professionalism. Our own medical director along with his assistants are all in DC in service to the government as we deal with the recent pandemic facing the country. At any rate, shall we now go to the day in question?” Vandenberg suggested.
“Very well,” Swan replied as she sipped her cool coffee and sighed impatiently. “For the most part, the fifty test subjects were very cooperative, warm, willing, and accepting of the protocols.”
“Sounds more like obedient,” Rawlins fired.
“That’s an overly simplistic assessment, Agent Rawlins.” She countered. “Nevertheless, we chose everyone from first time sentencing, grand theft, quite a few violent offenders and two convicted of multiple murders, so it wasn’t as if we chose the most desperate subjects and remember, the tests were explained to them in detail beforehand. It started on a Monday morning on a day not so different today. We begin injecting the cocktail to 25 subjects the first day and the second group of 25 subjects the following day.”
“So, I take it you were pleased with the results initially?” The senior agent inquired.
“Definitely, we were very pleased.”
“But…” Rawlins chimed in.
“Yes, we did have one problem, unfortunately. He was one of the senior test subjects…”
“Roy Chandler,” Rawlins interjected.
“Yes,” she sighed deeply and forced her mind to stay focused as she continued. “Mr. Chandler posed a very serious issue for us, during the vetting process. We had learned about the terror he inflicted while he led the notorious organization known as the ‘Black Messiah’, however, we were no different than the state who were unable to connect him to the multiple murders he was suspected of. He was also very charismatic and convinced us that he would be an ideal candidate. Aside from his highly successful tenure as a college professor in the area of Black history, we also felt his leadership qualities would be a great asset to our successful operation. Aside from all that, he managed to convince our staff, that he suffered from manic depression as well as infrequent panic attacks. He made a pretty good pitch for himself as he confessed his problems which of course led to him joining and coming to power within the Black Messiahs, so we admitted him as a candidate.” She sighed once more then turned to Vandenberg and asked. “Is it possible to get a warm cup of coffee?”
Rawlins moved toward the door when the senior man called. “No problem…stop the recording. Rawlins…wait, never mind, I’ll get the coffee. I need to stretch my legs. Can you keep the good doctor company?”
“No problem,” Rawlins answered as he cleverly saw through his superior’s excuse to take a break which really meant smoke break.
Swan waited for the senior agent to leave the room before she addressed the black agent whose tailored suit barely concealed his buffed well-built body.
“I’d like to say with all sincerity Agent Rawlins, we choose those men very carefully and we had for the most part the utmost respect for them.”
“Oh, I don’t doubt that at all.”
“Hmm, why did you put it like that?” She asked.
“I’m pretty sure you had a great deal of…admiration for those men.”
“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re getting at the agent.”
“Ok, let’s put it like this.” The dark agent replied sharply. “There was a riot and lockdown in your prison. You were then Doctor Henry Swan. You along with several members of your staff were taken hostage, and for the next 40-days you were hostages in the hands of eight, hardcore, well-built, angry, sex-starved black men and now today you’re here dressed like a woman.”
“How dare you speak to me like that,” she challenged.
“And how dare you try to play with my intelligence.” The young agent fired back. “You want me to believe that shit was a coincidence…get the fuck outta here.”
“Everything I did was for research and I had always felt this way long before those men k**napped me.”
“My partner may be an anal-retentive, prudish, Neanderthal, and a bit too courteous but you and I know the real deal, don’t we sissy?” The black agent challenged.
“…and exactly what does that mean?”
“It means that you were once a sissy white boy, that got bitched out and now you’re a sexually addicted to big black dick, that’s what it means.” Rawlins leaned in closer and subtly grabbed his semi-hard Johnson. “I bet you’re just fiending for this black cock right now, aren’t slut?”
“Please, sir…I really don’t think you’re supervisor would approve of the way you’re speaking to me right now,” Swan suggested.
“Yeah, and I bet that ass-pussy and mouth is just watering to slobber all over my dick.”
“What makes you…think that,” she answered nervously.
“Not me bitch, him.” He glanced down at the imprint which stretched his pants. I bet if I pulled it out right now, you’d be on your knees and…”
Rawlins quickly snatched the cool coffee off the table and flung it into the wall and watched the brown liquid as it splashed about the wall, then walked away to emphasize his mocked disgust that he used as a diversion to distract his supervisor from his hard-on.
“What the hell’s going on here?” Vandenberg barked.
“Sorry Vander, this…lady, is not telling us the whole truth.”
“Explain?” the senior agent asked.
“Forget it, I should’ve left the questions to you. Sorry bout that boss man.” Rawlins lied.
“I agree,” Vandenberg replied as he placed the hot cup of coffee on the desk in front of the doctor and then asked. “Now, Doctor Swan, exactly when did things start to get out of control?”
The doctor struggled to control her excitation. The fiery black man displayed a rage similar to the men who she lived with for months. High sex energy with a rageful edge.
She glanced over at the black agent quickly and slid her hand about her neck to control herself and then continued.
“As I was saying. The convict Roy Chandler was very good at convincing us about his desire to allow him into the program. In the days that led up to the Incident, we noticed large dosages of the cocktail were missing. After further investigating the mystery, we discovered one of our staff members was stealing it. We learned after we caught him that he and one of the test subjects were involved in uhh, for the lack of a better term, a sexual relationship. We moved quickly to punish both men, however, that’s when we noticed that many test-subjects as well as several members of our staff seemed to band together against our judgment.
After some time, it became clear to us that the d**g was not making the test-subjects docile and passive but actually highly aggressive. Not only that, we were shocked to learn that many test subjects were actively engaged in sexual intercourse with male and female staff members. Doctor Lovejoy and I were prepared to inform the prison officials of our findings, or so I thought. Until I returned the next morning and found Doctor Lovejoy in a closet with Test Subject Chandler’s…in his mouth. I just managed to sound the alarm, before they caught me. Chandler was and Lovejoy who apparently was enlisted from the start of the project had tampered with the true findings. The cocktail Diabeta********, only made the prisoner’s stronger, with more stamina and docile initially, however, once it was in the bloodstream for more than a week, it enhanced their intellect, increased their physical strength and worse, the size of their…I need not express it verbally.”
“So, are you saying the experiment went bust and your own staff turned against you?”
“I wish it were that simple. I couldn’t confirm anything because it was also revealed the formula was fused with cocaine. I…I don’t know, at some point early on, Chandler was among other things, a former chemist and d**g dealer from his files mixed the cocaine with the cocktail and now we had a cellblock filled with extremely powerful, well-built, brutish prisoners with increased intellect and penis’s the size of horses.”
As she spoke, she recalled what had been conveyed to her by Doctor Lovejoy while they were in captivity.
Lovejoy’s Memory
Lovejoy had finished giving the nightly treatments when one of the few guards on her officers complained of a sudden illness.
“Please Doc, I’m feeling crazy and I’m all swollen up.” He pointed to his pants.
“Oh my god, what is this, what are you trying to say, you're unable to lose your erection?” Lovejoy asked.
“Yeah, something like that…please doc, you gotta help me, it…it hurts like hell.” The guard cried.
Lovejoy tossed aside his initial dismissal and decided to help the troubled well-built black man. He had Test Subject Banister who posed as the original officer and now assumed his identity.
He had the guard lie down on a cot as he checked his stomach. He saw his hard-on and was aghast when he told her it was in pain. Naturally, he was skeptical, nevertheless, when he had the guard remove his pants, he could not believe his eyes. The guard’s penis was nearly sixteen inches long, very black, and uncut. He wanted to dismiss the claim, but when he saw tears in the man’s eyes, and he wondered if he could possibly drain the penis of blood.

“Mary mother sweet mother of Jezuz, it’s the biggest penis, I’ve ever seen, and you’re saying the blood has yet to drain. Have you taken a Vasodilator for erectile dysfunction?
I took so of that cocktail you guys give the convicts. I heard it helped maintain an erection, but I would’ve thought it would have worn off by now…damn doc, the pain’s so intense.
In spite of the violation, the doctor gave his full attention to gargantuan size dick.
“Is your penis normally this size?” Lovejoy asked in shock and never took his eyes off the tool.
“No…not even close, the man cried as he spoke through clenched teeth.
“Would you mind if I examined it and I take some measurements?”
“No, but hurry it up please, damn…it fuckin aches.” The guard moaned as he clutched his mammoth size hard flesh.
He carefully manipulated the hard flesh in his hands as he measured it and then cried loudly. “My god, your penis measures 16¼ inches long, and…my god, nearly 5-inches in girth. I can’t believe it. it must be another side effect. I need to take pictures and…”
“Doctor please, I need relief right now!” The guard called out.
“I’m not sure of what to do. I imagine I could drain it.” Lovejoy wondered aloud as he freely jerked the massive cock in his hands and marveled as the foreskin slid up and down over the crown of the sex weapon.
“Yeah, yeah doc, drain that shit.”
“Okay, stand by and I’ll get the…hey, what are you doing?” Lovejoy cried as Banister grabbed his hand and prevented his exit.
“Where are you going doctor?” the guard asked as he took hold of the doctor’s hand and prevented him from leaving.
“I’m going to get some equipment to drain your penis.”
“I’d rather you drained it…with your mouth.” The man who wore the name tag which read Harnett answered with a devious grin.
“So, this was all just some trick to get me to…are you mad, I’m not a homosexual.”
“Neither am I, so suck my big black dick.” Banister snapped as he squeezed down on the doctor’s hand.
“Ouch, stop…your breaking the bones in my hand!” Lovejoy cried.
“Put your mouth on that dick and we’ll both feel better.”
“I’m sorry, I can’t…I can’t!”
“Come on Lovejoy, I see how you look at it. you’re practically licking your lips. Just give it a little kiss, I promise you won’t regret it.” The dominant man suggested as he squeezed the doctor’s hand so tightly, he crumbled to the floor and at his feet.
“Please sir I…WAIT…WAIT, YOU’RE NOT ONE OF THE GUARDS, YOU’RE TEST SUBJECT #01283, BARRON…BANISTER!”
“Shut the fuck up bitch and get on this dick.” Banister barked and in one swift motion, snatched the back of the doctor’s head and forced it down on his cock and rubbed it about his face.
“Wait…please…this is unethi…mmmppphhhfff!” Lovejoy mumbled as his face and lips were pressed down tightly on the humongous black cock.
Slyly the convict dressed in a prison guard uniform removed his dark hand from behind the doctor’s head and watched as the sandy blonde’s face and mouth not only remained about his hard monster cock but smooched and licked it eagerly.
“Hmm yeah, that is it, doctor, let that faggot out and suck all this dick.”
Please, Banister, this is…mmpphhff…mmmmppphhhfff!” The doctor moaned as the black man shoved his cock between his lips and into his mouth.
“Take off those clothes bitch and suck that cock like the slut you are,” Banister demanded and Lovejoy complied.
“Nice bod doc, made for a black man’s pleasure,” Banister announced as he reached up and squeezed Lovejoy’s breast nipples.
“You should know I’m married.”
“My condolences to that oblivious bitch you married. Stupid hoe doesn’t know her hubby is probably a bigger slut than she is.” The powerfully built man stated as laid down, grabbed the doctor’s head, and shoved his mouth back down on his humongous ebony tower.
Lovejoy lost himself in love adoration for the cock which slid in and out of his mouth.
“My god, I think it’s still growing. Just look at the length and girth of this thing, even the vascularity is simply magnificent…” Mmmmmmm…gulp…” He choked as Banister shoved his cock into the mouth. Lovejoy loved the sensation of giving up any and all control simply worship this god-like man as he joyously slobbered about the cock.
Banister delighted to see the normally pompous doctor at his feet and in joyful in celebration and in a state of big black cock adoration.
Lovejoy held the rock-hard flesh spear in both his hands, held it upright, and licked from base to crown repeatedly, and without warning, he felt the hard flesh stiffen, then fired a long stream of cum in the air and across the room.
“Swallow that cum bitch!” Banister barked and shoved his cock back inside the doctor’s mouth and forced him to suckle on his white Nubian brew.
“Yeah bitch, that’s what I’m talkin bout. Shit…you may as well get it all.” The large man snarled, then palmed the doctor’s head and released his liquid waste. You sucked that dick like a poisoned man trying to suck the antidote from a frozen milkshake.”
“You…you relieved yourself in my…mouth!’ Lovejoy cried.
“Fuck yeah…Wooo that shit was good, now I gotta get up in that ass.”
“Oh god no…please sir, there’s no way all of that can fit in me.”
“As they say doc, where’s there’s a will…there is a way.”
“Hey doc, don’t sweat it, I got a little white friend that’s gonna make you nice and numb and ready for this dick down.” Banister forced the doctor on to the cot. He picked up a needle and injected Lovejoy with a cocktail, picked a white bowl, licked up a mouth full of white powder, mounted and devoured his ass until the pale-skinned physician’s body shook as if in a freezer. Again without
Lovejoy lay on his back as he awaited the big black cock invasion. The lustful convict forced the doctor’s legs and slowly penetrated his hapless pink entrance. The first few minutes proved to be a brutal ordeal for the sissy doctor, but as time went on, his tight unused ass-pussy eventually adapted to the enormous tool and Banister slid his cock out, repositioned himself, held Lovejoy firmly with one hand, and drove his Jurassic cock down and breached his anal entrance completely.
The battle hard convict literally destroyed the sissy’s ass pussy and made three large sperm deposits in his sissy hole. as he withdrew his cock a loud let sound was heard and Doctor Lovejoy indeed found joy in the state of sissy heaven the big black dick made elevated her to.
Present Moment…
Both agents shifted about in an attempt to hide their semi-erections.
“From that point on, the whole operation became dysfunctional, a total failure.” Swan lamented.
“We didn’t know that, but you seemed to have left out a lot of that story.” Rawlins challenged.
“Oh, well that’s that event, led up to…”
“No, I’m not talking about that, we’ll get to that soon enough, no, I’m talking about your relationship with Chandler.” The younger agent inquired.
“Chandler, relationship, sorry…I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re referring to sir.”
“Nonsense,” Vandenberg chimed in. “Are you trying to tell us that you didn’t have a sexual relationship with Chandler much like Lovejoy?”
“Absolutely not, that is an asinine claim and I reject it emphatically.” Swan proclaimed angrily.
“You know, I would have almost been convinced of your rejection if not for the video he made of you two.” Vandenberg fired.
“Huh…wh…what video?”
“So, you didn’t know, well here’s the deal Doctor Swan, it seems your boyfriend turned you completely out. Oh, we have several hours of you two and that’s before he supposedly k**napped you.”
“Oh no, wait for a second, you must believe me. The entire relationship wasn’t that at all, he forced me to do…whatever he wanted.”
Rawlins quickly snatched up a remote, pointed it at the wall TV, and punched a button. Instantly Swan saw her image on the screen between the legs and at the feet of her Nubian king and between them a cock nearly 18’ long, and 5-inches thick.
“Okay here’s the deal Doctor Swan. Either you tell us now in your own words, or we let this video tell us the story. Personally, I hope you just let us see it, cause from what I saw on another video, he fracked that hot boy pussy to hell and back.” Rawlins snapped.
“Okay, that’s enough Rawlins, we’re not here to entertain your perversions. So, what’s it gonna be princess, your words, or the video?” Vandenberg offered.
“Considering the present circumstances, I guess I’ll choose my…own…words.” His voice faded quickly.
“Well don’t keep us waiting for doc, spill it and get it out, it can’t make anything worse for you.” The pale pinkish man stated as he ran his hand over the bald spot on his receded hairline.
The well-dressed classy doctor sighed, gathered her thoughts then spoke calmly as she addressed the two agents.
The Morning of the Incident…
It was 2:00 am when her phone rang, and Doctor Lovejoy reported to her that he had discovered an additional side effect that could possibly derail ‘Project Gulliver’.
Doctor Swan arrived at the facility at 4:30 am that morning and as he made his way inside the facility. His mind was s**ttered in contemplation as to what her colleague’s finding might have revealed. As a result, he simply hoped for the best but prepared for the worst. However, what he could not prepare for was the sight of his friend and colleague Doctor Charles Lovejoy, dressed in a lacy red teddy open cup crotchless bodysuit, makeup, eyeliner, hot red lipstick, long eyelashes, a full-bodied, platinum blonde wig, black strapped slingback 3’-heels but what really shocked him was the sight of a long blade held to her throat, held by a big black hand, and another big black hand which was attached to easily the biggest big black uncut cock he’d ever seen.
“Charles…what…what the hell is going on?” Swan cried.
“Sorry Shelly, so sorry.” The platinum blonde cried as she lowered her head.
“What the fuck you apologizing to that bitch for, shut the fuck up, and unless I tell you otherwise.”
“What do you want Banister?”
“I want you in that treatment chair.” The powerful dark man ordered.
“I don’t understand, why are you doing this. I thought we had a good rapport with you and why have you made my friend dress like that?” Swan pointed at Lovejoy.
“Cause she’s a slut, so no sense in hiding it, that is what she is,” Banister replied.
“I’m quite sure you didn’t get me out of bed this early and have me travel all the way here, just to tell me that, so what is it you really want Banister?”
“It will all be explained in a bit, but for right now. I want your ass in that chair, pronto bitch.” He snarled.
“I don’t know what this all about Banister, but I can assure you, if you put down that weapon and cooperate, this incident never has to leave this room.”
“How sweet of you Doctor Swan, just like a sissy. Now shut your faggot ass up and get in that chair.
Once Swan took a seat in the wide, burgundy leather chair, the convict pushed Swan into the chair and instructed Lovejoy, to use the straps on the partially covered wooden armrest to tie the doctor down.
“This insane. Don’t you realize, you’re in a highly guarded prison, albeit an adjacent facility. There’s no way you’re going to come out of this clean. We’re here to help you, don’t you understand that…you can’t…mmmmppppphhhhffff!” Swan mumbled as a pair of underwear was forced into his mouth.
“You wanted to know our findings huh sissy, well, you’re about to find out…big time.” The dark man snarled. “Give this bitch a cocktail shot and make it quick.” Banister barked.
Swan watched in shock as his friend picked up a needle, and slowly pierced his skin, and injected the iridescent liquid into a vein in his arm.
When the smooth bronze-skinned doctor closed, then opened his eyes. He quickly discovered he was face up and strapped down to a bed. His eyes darted about the room, he felt weird, and his head was in a haze, yet he focused long enough to call out.
“Hello…is anyone here…hello!”
“Calm down Swan, you’re okay,” Lovejoy answered as she made her way over.
“Charles, what…what the hell is going on; why am I strapped to this table?”
“Just be patient, it’ll all become clear soon enough.”
“Soon enough my ass, Charles unstrap me, now.”
“I can’t do that, I’m afraid.”
“Is Banister still here?”
“No”
“Well then, what are you waiting for, get me out of these straps.”
“I can’t, my daddy wouldn’t like that.”
“Who cares what he likes…your da…say wha…Charles have you lost your mind, who’s your daddy?”
“Banister of course.” His colleague giggled.
“Huh, you must be really d**g-induced to say something like that.” Swan stammered as his head remained in a fog.
“Charles…Charles please, I don’t know what they’ve done to you but…”
“He freed me is what he did. When I was a freshman in college my English professor was a very handsome, very strong, and very dominant black man. I was so infatuated with him. I literally had dreams of him at night and many in the day while in his class. I never revealed myself to him at the time. with all the beautiful women who threw themselves at him. I figured I just didn’t’ have a chance and then one day he picked me up at the end of the day as I walked home. He took me to his place and…he bred me, over and over. It was so romantic and exciting. I truly felt real and alive. In the aftermath of our relationship ending, I met a nice girl and planned to marry her, but at the last minute, he called me and said, if I followed through on my intentions, I would never be happy. He was right, I called off the marriage and moved here to start a new life. I tried to run away from who I really was, and then I found Ban, oh Swan you don’t know how fantastic it feels to be a slave to a black man. You probably don’t understand this right now but whenever a weak male especially a weak white male encounters a true alpha, especially a black male alpha, he has no choice but to submit.”
“Charles, have you lost your…OOOOH…OH…MY GOD! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?” Swan shouted as his friend showed him a mirror and he saw the hot pink, lace backless teddy underwear bodysuit he wore. His hair tied up in a knot and at the back of his head, see-through heels, makeup, and dressed up as a woman.
“Oh god, Charles…why are you doing this to me?”
“Charles is gone, I’m Charlene now and I belong to a big handsome, muscular black man with the biggest black cock a sissy could ask for. In other words, he took me to sissy heaven, and soon you’ll join me. See you on the other side, my friend.” Lovejoy replied as she walked away.
For several minutes the frantic doctor screamed and shouted but no one responded and then she heard the sound of bare feet on the floor as they came toward him.
The sound of the feet slapped as they hit the floor and came to a stop just beyond the doctor’s line of sight. He heard the very heavy breath of someone in the room.
“Hell…hello, who is this…Banister?”
“The doctor will see you now.” A voice called.
Swan managed to lift his head up enough to see Nurse Collins, dressed as a beautiful slutty girl, and by her side the black granite-hard physique of the convict known as Chandler.
“You…you’re behind this, I knew we shouldn’t have involved you in this project, what have you done to my staff?”
“You speak as if you had a choice sissy. You lament your decision to recruit me, but the truth is, you could never resist me slut, because you knew you belonged to me. Even though I never laid a hand on you, I could see the lust in your, eyes, the fire in your heart, the fire that itched, and burn your insides.” Chandler fired back as he moved closer and with each step he took, his powerful black striated, ripped muscles danced and flexed. His smile revealed that of a man or perhaps a predator who is about to conquer and devour his prey.
“No…no wait…please…pleassssse, don’t do this!” Swan cried as the man climbed up on the table, straddled the doctor’s head, and aimed the almost 18’ inch cock over her mouth.
“Open up that mouth you cock hungry slut and feed yourself on all this big black cock.” He ordered.
“No, no I can’t, I won’t,” Swan cried out defiantly.
“Really, those words you shout have no value here, only the lust that’s in your heart has any relevance here. Allow me to demonstrate.” The dark chocolate stud barked, then slid his humongous black dragon cock about her lips.
Swan frantically slung her head from left to right and kept her mouth tightly shut, however, when just a dab of precum found its way into his taste buds, and the manly odor of his funky loins filtered into the doctor’s nostrils, he became a she, and she slowly opened her mouth and sucked the huge uncut crown inside.
In a mere 5-minutes, the once reluctant and defiant doctor suddenly became a cock loving precum suckling slut. Her lips and mouth sobered about the hard, vascular black tool and continuously filled her mouth with hot, salty pre-jaculate fluid.
Suddenly the sandy blonde-haired doctor felt lips that sucked, licked, and bit down about her breast nipples and drove her sexual adrenaline right off the scale.
“Look doctor Swan…look,” Nurse Collins called as she displayed a cellphone with an overhead image. “This video is taken from a camera just above us. Look at your new master, see his magnificent body, all his rippling black muscles working as he pushes his monster cock inside your mouth. Isn’t it wonderful?”
Swan’s lips quivered as the giant black dick slid in and out her mouth and the lips that attacked her breasts.
“That’s it for now.” Chandler barked, withdrew his sex tool and as he climbed off the padded table, Collins quickly snatched the slimy wet flesh spear and sucked it clean.
Once back on his feet, The 6-foot 5-inch, heavily muscled stud, the point at Doctor Lovejoy as he asked. “Well doctor, do you think the patient is ready for breeding?”
“Oh yes, daddy, this slut is very ready for the procedure.”
“Good, prepare her for surgery.” He ordered.
Swan coward at the sight of the massively hard black man with a cock that bounced between his legs and hung below his knees.
“Oh no, he’s gonna rip me apart, I can’t take it…it’s so big, please don’t let him kill me.”
“Don’t allow your imagination to run away with fear. Your daddy will slay your ass-pussy and bring you into the fold and you will love it.” Nurse Collins replied, then delivered a sweet kiss to the doctor’s lips. The sissy doctor along with the gorgeous nurse unleashed the straps that trapped her legs to the bed, lifted Swan’s legs, then attached them to the straps wrapped on her wrist.
Collins dashed over and joined the senior physician Lovejoy as they dipped their tongues in a shallow dish, then descended down between Swan’s legs and attacked her unprotected sphincter until the doctor’s body shivered like a bowl of jelly.
“Hmm yes, I do believe the patient is ready for the ass surgent,” Chandler laughed as he climbed back on the table and aimed his monster cock down at Swan’s underused anal entrance.
“Oh god, oh god, oh…my…god, he’s going to kill me with that thing!” the head doctor cried.
“Don’t fear it, yes it will hurt like hell at first but soon you will welcome that pain, for you know it will please your master and then you will love it.” Lovejoy declared, then added, “Remember to exhale, as he pushes in, and it will diminish the pain, somewhat.”
“Will it still hurt?”
“Come now doctor’s you don’t need your two PhDs to figure that out,” Collins interjected.
Swan’s ass-pussy hole continued to be as defiant as its owner and resisted the dark hard flesh spear, and then slowly it weakened and finally collapsed and allowed the hard dick to invade her virgin sissy-pussy.
Inch by long, hard, thick, black, and vascular inch the b**sty tool invaded the deepest region of Swan’s ass-pussy.
The brute-like man withdrew his tool and held it out long enough for Lovejoy to slobber about it and added her saliva to thoroughly lube up the hot hard cock before its owner reinserted it once more and this time, he nearly drove down balls deep.
Helpless and without hope, Doctor Swan wanted to protest but the pain, and the overstuffed feeling of having the super cock stretch her open caused her face to tighten and contorted each time the man slid his tool inside down her love canal and once he pierced her inner-ring, her mouth flew open and locked. She wanted to scream, however; each time she tried no sound escaped.
At a slow but steady pace, the hardcore convict, methodically fucked his new sissy.
Sweat dripped profusely from his head and chest and mixed with her tears, sweat, saliva, and snot from the overwhelmed sissy physician.
Harder and faster the black man went until he worked and fracked the hot overstretched ass-pussy like a human jackhammer.
Collins and Lovejoy quickly took their positions on either side of their colleague and licked, sucked, and bit her breast in a sex frenzy.
“DAMN, THIS IS SOME SWEET ASS PUSSY, OOOH YEAH!” Chandler barked as he pounded down harder and with greater intensity.
“Oooh…oooOOOO…OH MY GOD HE’S KILLING MEEEEE, PLEASE, LOVEJOY…COLLINS, SOMEBODY…HEL…HELP ME…PLEASSSE!” Swan moaned softly in total ecstasy.
The b**st-like man ignored her every cry and continued to destroy his neophyte sissy as he kissed her lips and stated boldly. “No more pussy for you slut, your destiny lies with big black…dick…hmmm yesss!”
Swan felt as though she was about to lose consciousness when Collins slapped her face sharply and forced her to look into the phone screen once again.
“Look at you, just taking all that gorgeous hunk of horse dick doctor, it’s sooo beautiful.”
In spite of the pain, the pleasure, and overstuffed feeling of being haplessly impaled by a superior man with a far superior cock, Swan’s clitty exploded as she saw the body of the black-skinned titan as he vigorously pummeled her small body beneath his massively hard-muscled frame.
Lovejoy rushed away, then returned with a needle in which she quickly injected the head doctor with an additional dosage of potent elixir, and soon Swan was delirious and lost in an orgasmic flow of lust.
“Isn’t it magnificent Doctor Swan, you are totally impaled by almost 18’inches of glorious man meat and there is absolutely nothing you can do but lie there and take…take…take it.” Collins cried as her liquid clitty juice splatter out of her cage.
“Grrr…fuck yeah…fuck yeah, this ass-pussy’s fighting my cock, squeezing it, pulling, it, jerking it, TWISTIN IT, SUCKING IT, GRRRRR…GRRRRR…AARRGGHH!” Chandler roared as he drove down at a savage pace.
“Oh…god, every time…time…I try to move it…keeps his cock keeps stretching…me…OPEN!” Swan cried helplessly.
“That’s right bitch, take your master’s cock, welcome it, love it, you belong to him now.” Collins snapped then thrust the phone back into her face and confirmed to the head doctor what she had suspected. The room was filled with several other muscular black men, Black lions, bulls, and stallions, all extremely well-built and with massive cocks that bounced and bobbed about as several familiar faces sucked, rode, and were deeply penetrated by them. It was not till this moment that she realized that the convicts had taken complete control and converted most of her staff into cock-hungry sissies. However, this thought quickly vanished as the sex-crazed black muscle god launched an all-out assault on her traumatized sissy hole. her eyes rolled to the back of her head as once again she crested over into an orgasmic explosion.
As harsh as things had gone for the cock drunk doctor, the intensity grew beyond belief when the powerful black hunk shorted the length of his stroke and drilled down harder and rotated his hips and slammed down at different angles.
Then the black athletically built man drove through her inner-ring and her eyes rolled to the back of her head once more.
“Oh my god, she’s in sissy heaven now.” Lovejoy declared as she quickly turned, located her master Banister, dropped to her knees, and serviced his ever-ready hard cock.
Chandler’s balls tapped and slapped between her legs and she knew the powerhouse jock was now balls deep inside her, and she was no longer able to speak, to think, and to breathe and yet he continued to drill down between her legs. Her stomach and internal organs shook and trembled from the intensity of her black muscle god’s savage lust parade.
Suddenly she repeatedly screamed, as she had a powerful assgasm. “OHMYGOD…OHMYGOD…OHMYGOD!”
“Scream and cry all you want nasty bitch, that shit only turns your daddy on even more.” Someone announced.
“OH MY GOD, JEZUS…SOMEBODY…ANYBODY PLEASSE…MAKE HIM STOP…MAKE HIM STOP…PLEASSSSSE!”
The audience seemed to enjoy her delightful yet painfully pillow talk as the powerful man continued to grin down.
Chandler raised up into a front-leaning rest position. His powerful striated triceps tightened and looked like flesh-covered steel horseshoes. His chest looked like pecan colored steel plates. Sweat dripped from his bald head, and down into his sissy’s eyes, as he stared down at her, then he lowered himself and allowed his full weight on the traumatized doctor, licked and bit her neck, kissed her lips, cradled her face between his hands, then leaned closer to her ear and announced.
“I’m bout to breed this hot hungry pussy and give you a black baby slut.”
The words sent shock waves through Swan. Her body shivered out of control as her caged clitty erupted again and spewed her love nectar all over.
“Oh god, look…her cum is dripping off the table.
The air was filled with hush tones as the heat, static and sexual tension electrified the air.
“Unleashed this bitch, now,” Chandler demanded and immediately his sissies complied.
Relentlessly, mercilessly, almost ruthlessly, the black cock Bitchmaker pummeled his sissy’s overstretched hole, until the bridge between consciousness and u*********sness blurred. Her voice rose another octave as convict drilled down and planted his ballsack, which rested between her legs. He locked himself down on the sissy, who welcomed the opportunity to wrap her arms and legs around her awesome black champion as he flexed his cock and allowed his sexy prey to experience the intensity of his pulsation deep within her, and then his body tightened and became as hard as his steel hard cock and then…
“AAARRRGGGHH…OOOOSHIT, BABY…YOU’RE SO FUCKING PRETTY, YOUR PUSSY IS SO FUCKIN…HOT, IT’S SUCK, SUCK, SUCKING MY CUM OUT MEEEEE…GRRRRRR!” Chandler roared as he fired shot, after shot, after shot of his baby-making batter until he flooded Swan’s hapless hole and caused her to orgasm and assgasm at the same time.
Swan wrapped and locked her arms and legs around her new daddy, as she sang his praises. “Chandler…god, I never imagined I could feel such pleasure. Please don’t…don’t, don’t take it out. Sssss…never take it out. Whatever male I claimed to be, is gone. I’m a bitch now daddy, your white bottom bitch. God…I just wish, I just wish you could live inside me.” She moaned as she lustfully cradled and kissed his handsome face his eye-lids, smooched and snuggled her face about his dark brown skin.
“You come a long way in a short period of time, but I’m glad to see you’ve found your place. However, that place is a place of submission and a clear understanding that…”
He slapped her hands away, and his gentle side he surrendered to her for a mere moment disappeared and quickly reverted into a hardcore dominant male. “I do, what the fuck I want to do, and I take what the fuck I want. Stay with this slut, you didn’t surrender that ass-pussy, as much as I took it.” He snapped and withdrew his semi-hard slime-covered flesh spear.
“Oooooh…ssssss…god…oooooh!” Swan cried as she felt the cool air rush inside the agape hole to fill the sudden vacancy.
“I feel so, so empty.” She cried.
“Don’t worry sissy, daddy’s got a high sex drive and plenty of sperm to spread around, you’ll get another shot and soon.” He confidently replied as he climbed off the table.
Special Agent Vandenberg carefully positioned himself behind the desk as to not reveal his obvious erection. He shook his head in disbelief, then stated; “Now that’s what I call, too much information. That was like trying to fit the Mississippi River in a community pool.” He adjusted and loosened his tie once again. “I’ll say one thing for you Doctor Swan, you sure can tell one helluva story. All the same, I’m afraid, from what you’ve told me, I see no clear distinction that you were actually k**napped by Chandler and his crew, you left because you had joined them. Don’t get me wrong, I’m fully aware of the Stockholm Syndrome, but I’m not convinced of your complete innocence in this.”
“I resent that accusation, sir.”
“Honestly speaking ma’am, I don’t give a rat’s ass how you feel about it. My concern remains with the six people who died, 4 of which were part of your staff, the 35 injured, 10 of which were also on your staff, of course, the 10 convicts you recruited to their deaths I might add. So, don’t give me that…”
At that moment Director McKinney entered the room and immediately took command of the situation.
“Pardon the interruption lady and gentlemen but this interview is now at a close.” He turned toward the doctor and extended his hands with courtesy and stated, “Doctor Swan, I would like to thank you for your participation with this investigation, you’re free to leave now.”
Rawlins threw his hands out to his side and mouth the words ‘What the fuck?’ to his director, while Vandenberg wasn’t as subtle.
“What the hell Mac, did I hear you say the investigation is…closed?”
“I’m afraid so Vander, it’s not my call,” McKinney replied.
“You mean to say you’re going to let her just waltz in here like a reject from a crappy ‘Breakfast at Tiffany’s’ remake, blow smoke up our asses, and then she just waltzes away?” Vandenberg snapped.
“That will be all Special Agent Vandenberg.” McKinney fired. “Special Agent Rawlins, will escort the doctor out, please?”
Rawlins glanced over at his immediate supervisor as if to wait for his direct order.
“That’s an order, Rawlins.” McKinney snapped.
“Yes…sir” Rawlins humbly replied.
“Gentlemen, have a great day, and might I suggest you order some bacon, toast, and coffee.” Doctor Swan stated.
“Why’s that?” McKinney asked.
“To go with the eggs…on your faces. Good day gentlemen.” She smiled sweetly as she adjusted her wide brim hat, then waited for Rawlins to hold the door open for her, and then stepped out.
Rawlins slightly closed the door and glanced back inside at his bosses and shook his head. “This is some bullshit.” He fired before he slammed the door behind him.
The moment the door shut, McKinney spun around and assumed control of an argument he knew was inevitable. “Alright Vander, I know you feel like your balls are in a vice, but I assure you the decision was made way above our heads. I didn’t just run down here to deliver the bad news, I was ordered.
“Fuck, that little sissy has a lot more pull than I gave her credit for.” The tall robust man growled. “So, I suppose there was nothing or nothing we can do about it. Listen chief, I’m telling you, that slut’s story stinks to high heaven. You saw those tapes. Sure, they initially sedated her, but you could clearly see, she was vulnerable to them. By her own words, she was always addicted to big black cocks. She’s a goddamn slave for god’s sake.”
“Let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves here. If we follow your theory to fruition, you’ll see any prosecution will invoke the Stockholm Syndrome counter-argument. The state and the government will look like bullies. Think about it. Poor little mixed up white doctor, captured and abused by ten hardcore convicts. Oh, and by the way, did I forget to say big black convicts. Hell, can you imagine the press and the anarchy in the courtroom? The big boys upstairs just didn’t have the stomach for it, and I can’t say I blame them.” McKinney concluded.
“So, just like that, the case is over?” Vandenberg lamented.
“Afraid so buddy, just keeps this in mind. If her ass isn’t clean, sooner or later she’ll develop a bad case of bacteria and she’ll start itching and when she does, we’ll be right there to scratch.”
“Ouch, damn…chief. Couldn’t you have used a better analogy, that was too much damn info?” Vandenberg cried and shook his head.
“Yeah, perhaps I need to work that one.” The director chuckled and shook his head.
As Doctor Swan approached the elevator, she glanced back and saw the handsome agent close behind. She pressed the button to summon the elevator then glanced at the agent and stated.
“You know I really don’t need a babysitter. So, why don’t you skip back to your bosses and joined the party for sore losers.” She snapped.
“You must think you’re pretty smart, but not smart enough. Those stories you told, they were so graphic and descriptive but in reality, you were just playing with our heads, the one that doesn’t think.” Rawlins fired.
“Oh really, honestly, I wasn’t very impressed with either one.” She giggled.
“So, you think this was some kind of game. People were injured and killed behind the bullshit you pulled.”
“Spare me that BS, Special Agent Rawlins. With all due respect to those who were injured and or who lost their lives, we were in a crisis and as any concerned citizen, I tried to help. Unfortunately, things didn’t work out.”
“Right, you have my bosses upstairs scratching their heads about you, but I see right through you sissy.” Rawlins exhaled then fired.
“Let’s pull back the veil and see your true intent. You and your administration decided along with the politicians and the correctional institutions came up with a cute little plan to further the idea of correctional institutionalized slavery. You chose prisoners, convicts, black men whom you deemed as expendables, injected them with a d**g cocktail that would make them stronger, more powerful, and with more endurance, while at the same time making them mentally weak and open to your commands. In effect you made them brutish, obedient slaves, but you didn’t figure on the long-term side effects, which eventually made them bigger, strong, yet super highly intelligent, super big dick thugs that turned your sissy asses out. You didn’t count on that, didn’t you doc?”
The classy sissy glanced about the elevator to see if anyone heard the agent’s statement, then fired back. “Agent you are young and overzealous, and I suggest you quit while you’re behind or I will expose you to just how feeble you are. I have very influential friends’ way above your head which I can have on a platter with little effort if you insist on harassing me.” She warned.
“I’m sure you do Doctor but…” Rawlins darted between the people as they exited the elevator to keep pace with the elusive physician. “I’m sure you do doctor, but you keep forgetting a little something, perhaps you may have overlooked or maybe underestimated.” The cocky agent fired back.
“And what might that be an agent?” She asked humorously.
Rawlins waited until they exited the building and reached the parking lot before he boldly stated. “My supervisors have a theory, but I have a winning hand.”
“Agent Rawlins, In god’s name please cease your incessant babbling and speak what’s on your mind.”
“Is that how you address an alpha?” He snapped back and stopped the sissy in her tracks. She quickly lowered her head and replied humbly. “No sir”.
“I didn’t think so.” The black agent folded his hands behind his back as he slowly circled her, much like a drill sergeant as he inspects a recruit.
“As I said before, my supervisors can only know you on a theoretical level, they can see you in action and they still can’t relate to you as I do on a physical experiential level. There’s no speculation with me. I know exactly what the fuck you are.”
“And what is that…sir?”
“You’re a big black dick loving beta-omega sissy who’s totally addicted to pleasing black men. Tell me I’m wrong, slut.”
When she hesitated, the bold agent barked. “Answer me bitch, now.”
“Yes sir”
“Goddamn right. I may have a young face, but I’ve been stabbing sissies like you for a very long time and I knew from the moment I met you what the fuck you are, have been, and will always be. A white sissy slut with an insatiable hunger to worship black men with big black dicks. Now, I want to hear you say it with your own mouth. Tell me exactly what the fuck you are?”
“I’m a big black cock loving sissy sir.” She glanced up at the handsome dark agent who quickly fired.
“Did I say you could look at me slut? You keep your eyes on the ground when you address me unless I order you to, you got that bitch?”
“Yes sir”
“Good, now that we got that established, come with me.” He snatched the shocked sissy by her arm and led her into the parking lot and had her point out her silver Mercedes. Snatched open the driver’s side door and practically pushed her inside. He stood beside the window and ordered her to roll it down.
“You think you’re really slick, but I can see through your bullshit. I know exactly what a slut like you yearns for and I’m about to give it to you.”
Swan’s gasped as the dark agent snatched back open the car door. She stared out and saw the huge imprint that protruded from the agent’s pants at eye-level.
“You see my cock don’t you faggot?”
“I’m not really a fag…”
‘Shut the fuck up and follow my lead. Do you see my cock?”
“Yes, yes sir.” She whined as she licked her lips.
“Good, now pull it out.”
“Right here, sir?”
“No, right in another dimension you stupid, dizzy ass bitch. Get that dick out and put it in your mouth.”
“Yes sir,” she answered as she panted loudly.
Swan quickly worked and released the long black dragon from its fabric cell, and then immediately slid it into her mouth and sucked it with an urgent hungry.
She kissed and licked the large uncut head with a deep intense passion.
“Is this the first time you’ve had some black dick since Chandler was killed?”
“No sir”
“Yeah, I can tell by the way you’re sucking on the shit, it’s been a while, but don’t you worry faggot, I’m gonna take care of that shit. Now suck that dick bitch like the cock loving pussy you are.”
His commanding manly presence and strong masculine body odor caused the doctor to moan as she felt the hot black big dick as it slid in her mouth.
Rawlins’s large dark hand easily palmed the strawberry blonde’s head and guided her up and down on his solidly firm flesh.
Once again, she let out a strong guttural groan as she tasted the precum in her mouth. Soon the hot couple worked at a rhythmic pace. The crafty agent rose up on his toes and he liberally face-fucked his new sissy.
“With your old master passed away, I bet you’re looking for a new daddy, aren’t you slut?”
“Uh hum” she answered through a muffled groan.
The sight of the large dark brown vascular cock sent visions of a deliciously sweet chocolate candy bar and she swooped with delight the more she sucked it deep into her mouth. She glanced and saw several people as they approached through her peripheral vision. She attempted to push Rawlins away and received a quick slap at the top of her head.
“Calm your ass down sissy, I’ll take care of them, you just take care of that dick.” You with me on that?”
“Yes daddy,” she cooed as she used her tongue to trace along the coarse vein at the center of his flesh tool, Then swallowed deeply and used her tongue and lapped at the agent’s large nutsack.
Swan could feel the huge black cock as it throbbed and pulsated in her mouth. She saw the men when they stopped and looked over at this dominant black man who openly revealed the doctor as nothing more than his cumdump slut. Her heart fell even harder for Nubian big dick muscle god and dominated her in a public place, and this sheer act of manly aggression only reinforced her servitude. From that point on, she showered her new black daddy’s steel-hard member in an effect to display her loyalty and devotion toward his pleasure.
“Fuck yea slut, you earned this nut, and if even one drop of my cum gets on my pants or shoes, I’ll put my foot right up that worthless ass of yours.” He warned.
In a bold and brazen act, the African Cocksmen, forced his new sissy’s head completely down the length of his long, thick cock, as he thrust forward and discharged his hot Nubian brew down her throat.
So, satisfied and her belly filled with man cum, the sissy physician belched loudly.
Rawlins withdrew his sloppy, slimy cock and wiped it about Swan’s face and hair. “Now who’s got eggs on their face bitch.’ He snickered.
The doctor looked up at this powerfully dominant man and her head swam with lustful thoughts of finding her place with him.
“Hah, ha, yeah, looks like I found a real winner. I can see why those brothers in Crawley kept your sweet ass around. You live alone bitch?” He asked.
“Yes, daddy,” she answered meekly.
“Good, then let’s go home so I can drill and Baptize your hot ass-pussy and declare you as mine.”

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