Chapter 11
Laura was late coming home from the station that night. There had been a lot of extra paperwork from the big hooker's bust the weekend before. But the bust had been a huge success-two local TV stations had covered it extensively, both newspapers featured it prominently and both the Mayor and D.A. had called Laura to congratulate her on her work.
Laura was weary, but in good spirits as she walked through the front door. "Michelle! Michelle, I'm home. . . . " She was surprised when there was no answer. Michelle was always home to greet her, especially at this late hour. Laura grew worried as she walked through the house looking for her. There was no reason why she would not be home.
Back in the living room, Laura saw a note sitting on a large manila envelope. With a shaky hand, she picked it up. It read: "Good evening Laura. We have your niece. She's safe and unharmed, for now. Take a look at the photos inside. We think they're pretty good. In fact there are a lot of magazines all across this country that would be delighted to print these. In case you're concerned, dear Michelle is still a virgin-all the shots are simulated. But I've four big, black bucks that are just dying to get at her. I don't know how long I can keep them off.
If you're interested in saving your sweet niece from wide-spread publicity and degradation, I suggest you come and pick her up. While you're here, we can discuss a little business. Specifically, an alteration in your "clean-up" plan.
You are to come alone, unarmed. No one is to be contacted or talked to about this. Should any problems arise in any way, for any reason, copies of these photos will be given to sleazy magazines all across this country.
We expect to see you tonight. The address is 5527 S. Adams."
Laura slowly opened the envelope, afraid of what she'd find within. The enclosed photos exceeded her worst fears. They were nasty, lewd, obscene-as bad as anything she'd ever seen. The shots of Michelle sucking on those black cocks could not have been simulated, nor could the shot of her with the carrot sticking out of her ass. As she thumbed through the photos, Laura grew red with anger. They had no right! Not to Michelle, not to take an innocent teenage girl and make her perform these disgusting, sick, poses.. . She wanted to kill, she wanted to call up Sally and bust in there with their guns blazing. She wished Alex were home-he'd know how to take care of those scum.. . .
Laura's head was throbbing with pain. She had to decide what to do. She put the photos down and went outside to clear her head. She forced her anger down. It would only get in the way. The most important thing was getting Michelle back safely. It was hard to believe that they hadn't violated her virginity, but if that was true, it was doubly important to rescue her before it happened. The whole experience would be traumatic enough as it was, but for a young girl to lose her virginity under those circumstances . . . well, Laura just knew she had to get Michelle out-no matter what the cost. That was the most important thing, more important than cleaning up the hookers; more important than her job, more important than her personal safety. She didn't even want to think about the emotional scars a young girl would experience if pictures like those ended in dirty magazines in dirty book stores all across the country.
Laura knew where the address was located and was not too happy about it. It was deep in the heart of the black ghetto, a place where even marked police cars were hesitant to go. There was really no law there except that of the street and the survival of the fittest. But that's where Michelle was being held prisoner, so that's where Laura would go.
Laura drove carefully into the ghetto-the last thing in the world she wanted was some minor accident before she rescued Michelle. Sullen black faces stared at her from street corners and porches as she drove past. Laura shuddered. This was really a jungle.
She finally found the address and pulled up in front of a dilapidated house on a rundown street. Graffiti was on most of the walls and houses in the neighborhood, proudly proclaiming that area to be the turf of the "Rude Boys" gang. Laura sat in the car, thinking for a moment before she got out. The note had told her to come unarmed. What would she be risking by bringing her gun with her? She considered taking it in, and then decided not to. She would do just what the note asked-there was something at stake here more important than her own personal safety. She pulled her .38 from her purse and slid it under the front seat. She got out of the car and walked up the weed-overgrown path to the front door. She knocked and heard a voice from the inside say, "It's open. Come in."
Laura pushed the door open and stepped inside. The two enforcers were both in crouched positions with guns trained on her. Michelle, looking totally terrified, was sitting on the couch between the two black studs with shaved heads that Laura had seen in the photographs. Desdemona and Washington were standing behind the couch, smiling like two fat spiders who have just seen something tasty stumble into their web.
Laura froze when she saw the gun.: on her, and raised her arms over her head. She knew how to act. Washington came over to frisk Laura. She reddened a bit as Washington, chuckling to himself, performed a very thorough search of her breasts and pubic area. But she suffered it in silence. Her revenge for this would come later, after Michelle was safely far away. Satisfied that Laura was not carrying a weapon, Washington stood aside.
"Well, well, well," said Desdemona. "I'm glad you could make it here tonight. I hope you liked our little photos?"
"Cut the crap," said Laura sharply. "I've come for Michelle and the negatives of those prints. What do you want in return?"
"I'll tell you what I don't want. I don't want my girls to be hassled again. I don't want my business to be interrupted. I have what could be termed a very special working relationship with certain powerful people in this city and state-I want that to continue. I want you off my back. I want an apology for arresting Washington and me.
Now, I've always cooperated with the police department. You've got an election coming up and you want to clean up things for appearances sake, fine. That's okay with me. You just come to me with your problems and we'll work out a solution. I'll take some of my girls off the street and put them on straight call. You can arrest the other pimps' girls. But not mine. Do we have a deal?"
Laura thought for a second. Desdemona wasn't asking for anything she didn't have before-she was simply asking for a return to the status quo. "If I agree to this, you'll let Michelle go free and give me the negatives and all the prints?"
"Certainly," smiled Desdemona.
"All right," agreed Laura, "you have a deal."
"Uh, there's just one other, sort of major thing we have to settle here. How do I know you're going to abide you your end of the deal?"
"I guess you'll just have to take my word for it."
"Take the word of a Cop? Don't make me laugh . . . I need to be sure-that little fiasco of yours last week end cost me not only a good deal of money and good will, but tarnished my reputation as well. I need some insurance."
"What do you want?"
"Yago, come out here." Yago came out of the back bedroom with some of his camera equipment. "I want to get some photos of you."
Laura was stunned. It all became very clear. And there wasn't much she could do. There were six of them and just one of her-and the two "enforcers" were armed with very wicked pistols.
"Take off your clothes," commanded Desdemona.
Laura hesitated for a moment. "Uh, isn't . . . isn't there some other kind of arrangement-you'll never get away with this, you know that? You let Michelle go and give me back the negatives and I'll see to it that this whole matter is dropped. Kidnapping has a death sentence, you know. . . . "
"So does murder. I could kill you both and with my connections get away scott free. Consider yourself lucky.. Now take off your clothes before I have my fellows here do it for you. Or maybe I'll let Washington here take little Michelle into the back room and let him do what he's been wanting to do for the last 24 hours. Want to fuck this little muffin, Washington?"
Washington grinned lasciviously from ear to ear. Michelle looked like she was trying to say something but couldn't get the words out. Laura looked at the sheer terror on her face and knew she had to do what had to be done.
"Could you please have everyone but the photographer leave the room?" asked Laura in a resigned voice.
"Nope. Everybody gets to watch. This is going to be fun, baby."
Laura said a silent prayer, please God, get through this, give the strength I need to save my niece. She bit her lower lip, cast her eyes down and tried to shut everyone around her out as her hands reached up to undo the first button. She went to the second and then the third, but the plan to shut out thoughts of those around her was a failure from the beginning.
"Take it off, baby!! " shouted Washington. "Les' see some skin!" The others were hooting and howling along. Laura tried to maintain some self-control, but she couldn't keep from blushing a bright red and her hand began to tremble as she went to the next button.
She finally undid the last button and shrugged off her blouse, eliciting roars of approval from the negroes. Laura grew angry at what they were doing to her, at their total lack of humanity. Damn them, she thought. They think they've got me beat, well they don't. They want a strip-tease? Well, they won't get one-but they aren't going to get a scared rabbit either. There are worse things in this world than taking off your clothes in front of a group of men. Women do it every night in bars all across the country. So she held her head up high, and looked them straight in the eye. She would beat them at their own game-they could make her undress, but they could do nothing to her spirit.
She bent down, undid the straps of her shoes and then kicked them off. She undid the front of her green wool slacks, took a deep breath and then slid the zipper down. She pulled the pants down past her hips and then stepped out of them. Laura was disgusted with the smiles and grins she was seeing all around. They were certainly having a good time at her expense!
But those grins were hungry grins. Those black men could hardly believe their eyes-they thought that Michelle had been a knockout, but lord have mercy! Laura had a body that just wouldn't quit and it was in perfect shape. She stood facing them, wearing nothing but her white, lacy brassiere (Laura cursed herself for not wearing one that was a little more plain), her pink nylon panties, and her sheer nylon stockings. She bent to roll one of the stockings down when Desdemona nodded to Yago and began to click away, taking photographs.
Laura rolled down one stocking and then the other and cast them aside. Now came the moment she dreaded, up until now she was left with her underwear on and that wasn't so bad. But now came the moment of truth, the moment when she would really have to reveal herself to these animals, these sub-humans.
She slowly reached behind and unhooked the straps to her brassiere. She shrugged her shoulders and her breasts tumbled free of the lacy cups that had held them back. There was a collective gasp all around the room.
"Goddamn!" exclaimed Washington. "Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn-oh but my cock is getting hard just looking at those beauties."
They were spectacular. Round and full without the slightest bit of sag to them-they stood straight out and proud. Perfect alabaster orbs, their ivory smoothness just begging to be kissed, to be felt, to be sucked on. Laura muttered a silent curse to herself as she felt her nipples harden and stand straight out.
Laura hooked her thumbs over the elastic band of her pink panties and began to slide them down over the smooth, ivory skin of her hips. Her pussy bush sprung free and inviting, bringing another round of approving gasps from the assembled negroes. Her curly pussy hairs were the same honey-blonde as the long hair on top of her head but just forming a trim little vee between her thighs. She stepped out of her panties and faced them, as if to say, what now?
If she had asked them, they would have answered her all as one. Plain and simply, they wanted to fuck her. They wanted to fuck this white cunt so bad, fuck this white bitch lady cop until she couldn't walk anymore. They wanted to pump her full of so many loads of hot nigger juice that she would make lewd sloshing noises as she moved around.
"You know what kind of poses we want, baby," said Desdemona.
Laura knew. And she didn't want to play the game of having them tell her what to do. The sooner she got this over with, the better-the lustful stares of those black men were making her very, very nervous.
She lay down on the carpet, facing the camera and spread her legs. Dear Lord God, she prayed, please give me the strength to do this-for Michelle's sake, please God . . . She spread her legs wide, revealing to the camera the perfect whiteness of the flesh of her inner thighs and the glory of her fleecy blonde cunt. A pussy that hadn't been entered by a hot male cock in over 7 months-ever since her husband Alex had disappeared.
She knew what they wanted and her hand slid down her stomach and brushed over the fine curly hairs it met at the top of her pubic vee. Yago sporting a big bulge in his own pants, was busy clicking away. Laura's fingers parted her pink labial lips wide and she slowly inserted her forefinger deep into her tight, forbidden orifice. The sacred hole that was for her husband only, that was sanctified by their marriage, was now on lewd display for these niggers. She began to rub her slit up and down, dismayed at how her body rebelled against her mind. Damn, damn, she thought. It's actually getting hot and moist. My vagina is getting turned on by this-I can't let this happen. I can't let them have this satisfaction. She tried thinking of other things. She thought about shooting people. She thought about shooting Desdemona and Washington-anything to get her mind off the feeling of hot desire that was raging through her genital area, anything to get her mind off the. heat she began to feel, the heat that began to build and grow, the heat that she'd denied herself for seven months.
She pulled her fingers out of her steaming pussy and using both hands began to knead her breasts-she knew that's the kind of photos they wanted and that's the kind she was going to give them. She closed her eyes and tried to shut those lewd black faces out of her consciousness.
When she shut her eyes, Desdemona nodded to the two enforcers. They quickly grabbed Laura, one holding her legs and the other her arms. Oh, Christ, she thought, what now? Then she remembered some of the other photos-they were going to have to simulate sexual acts.
Laura's thoughts were interrupted as one of the black studs with the shaved head knelt between her legs and began to lick her pussy with his long pink tongue.
Laura was shocked. This was not any simulation-no way. This was the real thing. "What's.. . what's going on here!! "
Desdemona laughed. "What the fuck do you think is going on? You're getting a pussy licking and it's being recorded for posterity."
"But . . . but. . . this is supposed to be simulated!"
"Well it was, for young Michelle here. I didn't have anything against her, so we just simulated it. She was just a way to get to you. When you arrested me, I told you I was going to get you, and now I'm getting you. Scream if you want, it doesn't make any difference. We're going to do what we want."
Laura's heart sunk in her chest. She felt so vulnerable, so powerless, so naked as she lay there spread eagled. They were going to do whatever they wanted to her and there was nothing she could do. The only weapon she had was not to respond, just to lie there like a log and see how they liked that. She forced her whole body to go limp. The two enforcers looked at each other and then let go of her limbs-she just lay there. The one who was licking her pussy kept at it. He spread her legs wide and began lapping her sweet pussy with long laps of his dripping tongue. He would go the whole length up and down, up and down. Pretty soon he could feel her own juices flowing out to meet his saliva. He could feel her getting hot, could tell just when her little bud of a clitoris began to swell and rise straight out of her steamy slit, almost crying out loud, lick me, bite me, chew on me!
Laura tried to block out the sensations she was feeling, tried to block out the raging genital heat that was flooding her entire body with the release of seven months of repressed desire. But her body was winning the battle. Damn it, dammit, she thought. And then his tongue shot deep into her cuntal hole, drinking up her hot love juices. Laura couldn't help but arch her hips up to meet his black face, to meet those huge red lips and his pink tongue.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh!" she moaned as his tongue slid in and out of her fleshy lips. She was losing control. She could feel herself slipping every second. Please, please, God, let me wake up from this dream. Don't let a black man take me. Don't let a nigger have me-it's sinful, it's dirty-dear God, save me! Save me!
Then she felt another sensation. The other stud was sucking on one of her breasts while his hand kneaded her other. Not this! she thought, anything, but not this. Not two at one time!! But she didn't have a choice in the matter. He was already upon her, slurping at her magnificent orbs, her bountiful breasts. Sucking on her nipples like a starving baby going for milk. "Mmmmmphhh!! ! " she moaned as a tongue flicked her clitoris.
She was going over the edge. She felt herself falling. She was humping her hips and moaning and groaning and she couldn't help it, couldn't stop it. The whore that's in every woman was being released, and the whore that was in Laura was awesome. She hissed her desire. "Fuck me, you niggers! Give me your goddamn black nigger cocks! Shove it up my cunt, shove it in my mouth. Fuck me in the ass, if you're men enough!! ! "
Laura couldn't believe the words that were coming out of her mouth! Was she saying that! She was. . . but it felt so good! That tongue was driving her crazy. She wasn't herself. All she could think of was cock. She wanted some cock and she wanted it in her mouth. She put one hand on the nappy head of the negro who was eating her pussy. "Yeah, yeah," she moaned, "OH YES!" she hissed. "That's it, that's it, you cunt eating sambo!"
The others weren't wasting any time either. The two studs had stripped off their clothes and the two enforcers did ---likewise. All of a sudden Laura felt four men licking and kissing and feeling all over her body.
She opened her mouth. "Give me a cock. Give me a cock right here to suck on! " One of the studs was quick to oblige. He brought his massive black member up to her lips and Laura began greedily slurping it, sucking it, wanting it. She fought back the feelings of shame and despair that Laura Davis would feel-right now she wasn't Laura Davis, she was a wanton whore-a cheap slut getting fucked by all the niggers she could find.
She relaxed her throat muscles so that she could take the meaty black erection all the way down her throat. Then, she almost choked when she felt another skewering thickness rend its way all the way up her pussy.
"UUUUUNNNGGGHH!! ! ! ! " grunted Laura as the impaling meat drove home again and again. She obscenely jerked her hips up in the air, meeting the cock and turning lurid circles of wanton lust. Dizzy with excitement, Laura opened her eyes. One black was kneeling in front of her, grunting and groaning as she deep-throated him, another black-skinned stud was humping her, the sweat glistening on his ebony shoulders, and two others were standing above her, their rigid cocks standing straight out, waiting their turn. Yes!! thought Laura. More cock, more cock, I want more cock!! ! !
Laura felt her whole body begin to shake with the passion of her orgasm. It was building. It was taking over. She was going to aim!! ! She pulled the thick meat from her mouth so that she could breathe easier. She began wildly humping her hips, bouncing the big negro who was fucking her up and down, up and down. She was like a wild bitch in heat. Totally without shame, modesty or conscience.
She started moaning in a low voice, but growing louder, "Fuck me, fuck me, you big goddam nigger, shove your cock, shove your cock. SPLIT ME IN TWO!! ! ! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! HARDER, HARDER, HARDERr I'm, I'm, O-O-O-oohhhhhh!! ! ! I'm coming. I'm . . . " Laura's voice trailed off to low mewling noises.
The big buck who was drilling her started grunting, himself. All of a sudden he pulled his throbbing black rod from the depths of her steaming pussy and began to pump load after load of bubbling negro juice onto the outside of her pussy, her spread thighs, and her stomach. Laura closed her eyes and just lay there as the black climbed off her, the white-milky cum, glistening where he had shot it, and slowly running down the inside of her thighs.
Laura was slowly coming to her senses and as she did, feelings of shame and despair began to overwhelm her. What had happened to her, what was she becoming? She bit her lip and fought back the tears that wanted to come out so badly. But the feelings in her body again began to reassert itself, her pussy felt so good, it was still throbbing and every time it throbbed, the word "COCK!" flashed in her mind like a neon sign. Oh, God, she thought, I am a whore, I am a whore. . . .
But she was not allowed the luxury of these thoughts. There were still three horny black men with huge hard-ons wanting satisfaction. One of them rolled her over on her stomach and began rubbing saliva up and down the crack of her ass.
Laura's eyes opened wide. Not that!! Please, God!! Don't do it there!! Not my anus!!
She looked at Desdemona, who was sitting on the couch watching the whole spectacle. "Please, please, Desdemona, call them off, call them off. Haven't you done enough to me? Haven't you humiliated me enough?"
Desdemona just smiled, "Honey, I'm gonna punish you for what you did to me and now you going to suffer. You going to get the biggest black cock you ever seen all the way up your ass. Washington, show her what she's going to get to sit on."
Washington wasted no time dropping his pants and showing Laura the longest, thickest, meatiest cock she'd ever seen. She almost fainted when she saw it-there was no way her asshole could ever handle an organ that size. It was a dark, evil black, with a thick, swollen purple-pink cock-head. There was a single drop of cum glistening on the end.
Washington knelt down behind her. Laura closed her eyes and bit down on her arm, expecting the pain that was sure to come. Instead, she felt Washington's hands spread her buns wide. Then she felt his hot breath on her anus. No!! No!! This is too disgusting, she thought. He's not going to do that!! But he did. She felt his warm tongue slurp up the length of her ass crack and then circle the rosy rim of her anus. Laura had never felt anything like it in her life. It felt good!! !
She could keep from grunting her pleasure and it was with dismay that she felt the whore in her taking over again.
She snapped out of her pleasurable thoughts as she felt a searing pain course through her body from her asshole. Washington had stuck his finger up her tight little orifice and was widening it with little circular motions, loosening up the hole that nothing had ever entered before.
"It hurts, please don't!! ! ! ! Christ, it hurts!! ! " All Laura heard in reply was Washington's lewd chuckling. And then with a loud "pop" he pulled his finger out. Laura knew what was going to happen next and she steeled herself for it. Everyone else, except Michelle, who was sitting on the couch with her head buried in her arms so she wouldn't have to watch, was standing around watching-seeing how well Laura would take having Washington's massive girth crammed up her ass.
Washington brought the swollen purple-pink tip of his massive rod up against the tiny red hole of her rectum. He pushed gently at first and it wouldn't budge. "Goddam!" Washington exclaimed. "This be one tight little asshole!" He began to push harder and Laura bit down on her arm as the pain intensified. She could hardly stand it and then she gasped as she felt it part her forbidden hole and enter her virgin passage.
The pain was greater than anything Laura had ever experienced. The cock was so thick Laura felt like she was being ripped in two. She wanted to faint but the pain was too great for even that. And then she felt it sliding in deeper and deeper. When would it stop? The tears fell from her eyes as she struggled to relax, struggled to take the length of Washington's massive rod-she had to take it or it would destroy her. But the pain didn't stop. It kept growing, kept intensifying.
Laura kept moaning, "Ohhhh, Ohhh, Ohhhh!! ! ! It hurts, god, it hurts, Christ it hurts! You goddamn black son-of-a-bitch! You're hurting me . . . unngghhh!! ! Ohhh!! Ohhh!! It hurts!! ! ! It hurts!! !
Washington gave a mighty lunge and when Laura heard the lurid plop of his bloated balls against the gates of her pussy, she knew he had buried his rod all the way into the depths of her intestines. He was buried farther into her than any man ever beforeand no man had ever fucked her asshole before!
But it still hurt, Christ it hurt!! Washington slowly began fo withdraw his skewering rod from the depths of her intestines, each inch he retreated sending searing pain through her impaled body. Her rubbery gripped rectum wouldn't let go, it's strong pink muscle holding on tight to Washington's black cock.
Right before she thought that she couldn't take any more, right before she thought that she was simply going to die from the pain, it relaxed. It felt as if her whole asshole opened up to take his blood engorged member-and as bad as it felt before, it now felt good.
She arched her hips to slide back upon his impaling member. Grunting each time he slammed up against her firm, spread, butt-cheeks. "Oh yeah!! Fuck me in the ass, fuck my ass!! I love it, I love being fucked in the ass!! ! "
The other stud with the shaved head couldn't stand it any longer. He was going crazy with lust. "Got to gets me some white pussy!! " he shouted and lay down next to Laura. She was still getting it up the ass when she saw the tip of another large cock at the opening of her pussy.
"Yes! Yes!" she exclaimed with lustful joy. "Fuck me, both of you niggers fuck me at the same time.
She felt the thick meat slide up her pussy while the other cock was buried deep in her rectum. She felt them sliding, working against each other, and she knew she was coming again. She was a goddamn oreo cookie-a white girl between two black studs and she knew she was going to cum . . . "
But she didn't. The pleasure was too great and she simply passed out. That didn't stop the blacks, though. They spread her unconscious form wide and they all took turns fucking her until their animal lust was satisfied.
Yago had been taking pictures the whole time. Finally, when everyone else had sated their desire, he walked to her, dropped his pants and began fucking her unconscious body. She was smeared all over with the jism of countless loads of milky sticky cum. As Yago was about to cum, he pulled his little yellow penis out and shot the load all over her face and hair. Then they all left.
As Desdemona was going out the front door, she turned to Michelle and tossed her a packet. "These are the negatives from your pictures, honey. You've got nothing to worry about-we've got no quarrel with you. But when Officer Davis wakes up, just remind her of our deal.
Desdemona shut the door. Michelle wet a washcloth and began to clean the caked jism off of Laura's body.