Chapter 8
"Want another drink, kid?" The voice rasped above channel 2's network news, blaring from its dusty perch above piled up beer cases.
"Huh... oh, yeah..." George's eyes ran up two hairy arms, over sloppily rolled up shirt sleeves, up a row of buttons opening onto a hirsute chest to a face whose watery, reddened eyes mirrored the decades of bar life.
Channel 2's cameraman watched the amber liquid slosh into his shot glass. Distractedly, he studied the dribble pearling down the glass side.
"Here's to you, Bill Potters, you asshole," toasted George, and threw the burning liquid down his gullet.
"You say somethin' kid?" The bartender asked, slipping the whiskey bottle back into it's dusty row. Somehow this kid didn't fit into his normal clientele.
Sherrie Williams-disappeared because of the tits and ass news director. What a hell of a news story, he thought desultorily. He tried to piece it together. The black whore on the street, the Peep Show Palace, Sherrie's failure to report to the assignment desk. One more shot and he'd have the nerve to pull himself off the tattered barstool and enter the jungle of Tenderloin street life.
"You ever hear of a place called The Peep Show Palace?" he squinted at the bartender.
The bartender corrected his posture and raked his eyes over the young boy. Lots of decoys on the streets these days, better to keep your mouth shut. "Don't know nothin' bout the place, kid." Nimbly, he grabbed the five dollar bill, dampened in a pool of whiskey, and darted for the cash register. "That all for you, kid?"
Sherrie felt as if a million hands were pawing at her body, mauling her naked flesh like a Thanksgiving turkey being prepared for the oven. Her nakedly crouched over frame started to tremble and convulse from the masterful power of three black men and one drugged black woman playing at her vulnerable white flesh.
Cock in her mouth, a cock in each fist, and a hard-nosed surrogate cock drubbing at the eye of her rectum...! All these cocks to promise her ecstasy. She wiggled her white buttocks against the plastic penis held securely in the oozing hole of Daisy's cunt, while it buzzed and twirled with ticklish power in her anus. Every inch of her naked flesh goosebumped and jiggled.
Above her the masterful black fertility statue, once stoically commanding as a Cigar Store Indian, began to break through reticence with signs of impending orgasm. The scar streaking across his cheek deepened with each wincing inhalation. "Unggghh... ahhh..." He ground his jaws, grunted and sucked in his breath through clenched teeth. The grip on his white slave's neck tightened chokingly as he rammed his black, glistening cock almost free of Sherrie's rosebud lips, then jammed it powerfully back down her swan-like throat!
"Ahhhh... you damn white bitch... suck my black cock, you filthy bitch... you damned white whore... suck me! Suck it!"
Breath steamed rapaciously in and out of Sherrie's nostrils, flaring like a frightened deer below wide unblinking blue eyes that stared in confused fixation up into the depthless blackness of her master's eyes. Every cell in her body tensed in preparation to spring toward a needed orgasm that would milk these three cocks dry and free her from Daisy's clutch as she ground the plastic penis into her tightly muscled cunt.
Daisy stared down amusedly at the white jiggling half moons of Sherrie's naked ass, feeling a sense of black superiority, and with a sharp, hip flexing movement, she shoved the vibrator tighter up into her captive's ass. The wide end vibrated into her own cunt, milking the cuntal muscles with a ticklish sensation that made her ready to cum!
Shaker, Carter and Jarvis would see, damn them, who was the real top woman in this room!
The afternoon light had faded into shades of darkness, leaving the amber glow of the lamplight to bathe the room in an unearthly glow conducive to the grunts and moans and wet slurping lustful sounds hissing from the chests and mouths of her rapists. Sherrie's throat felt chafed, and her lungs burned for want of oxygen. The steel wool of Shaker's pubic hair ground against her battered face with long, deeply thrusting strokes that cut off her air. The warm, moist juices sloshing about inside her mouth let her attacker's penis slip between her pretty lips as though it was ramming deep inside her pussy!
Shaker's bulging testicles smacked punishingly against her dimpled chin with each cock stuffing thrust of his powerful black penis. On every fifth lunge he varied his torture by stuffing his ebony prick painfully down her throat, while his balls mashed up against her throat, and held it there. He ground and twisted and mashed his black genitals against her pale face and down her esophagus while his nostrils flared stentoriously and he held her face captive with his big hands. Sherrie's eyes watered, her nose stung, her throat ached... and still she sucked.
But stamina was growing thin, every muscle and sinew in her body felt as if she'd been put on the rack, stretched and violated to its limits.
And Daisy was going wild, flexing her hips to jab the vibrator further up her captive's rectum, twirling it in circles and holding it tightly there while her own orgasm swelled like flood waters behind a dam. The black prostitute felt it start in the tips of her hardened nipples, rippled down her naked ebony belly to spark to the raw tip of her clitoris. Red-tipped fingers twisted and taunted Sherrie's nipples as she humped the white captive like she was fucking a bitch in heat. She reared back and fucked the hapless white girl like a man, boring the vibrator up the tender sphincter muscle with sadistic force.
They worked in unison, sweating and groaning in a cacophony of lust. The pressure of Daisy's frenetic humping shoved Sherrie forward onto Shaker's cock, ramming him deeper down her throat. To maintain balance, Sherrie grasped harder onto the twin black cocks in each fist, grabbing them desperately as if they were a life raft... they were her only means of keeping from being asphyxiated by Shaker's enormity cutting off her air supply.
She shivered then. A warm gush of cum bathed her back as Daisy let out a wail of relief. Now the surrogate penis felt like a live cock inside her rectum, and Sherrie muffled out a scream of agony as it bored up into the sensitive nether hole, buzzing, gouging, tearing.
"That's it, white cunt... yeah..." muttered Daisy, rocking furiously back and forth as her cum dribbled down the plastic penis to bathe her ebony thighs in sticky juices. And yet she rode Sherrie's ass until every hot drop of her cum had squirted from the heart of her womanhood and onto the debased white captive's naked buttocks!
Satiated at last, Daisy slumped to the side and the vibrator fell wetly from the seething cuntal folds and from poor Sherrie's anus with a lewd, plopping sound.
"Somebody better clean up her ass," snickered Daisy. "An' don't ask me..."
"You got her dirty, bitch," growled Jarvis... "You clean 'er up. We ain't done with her back door yet."
Daisy wagged a hand at him and curled up on the bed ready for a nap.
"Hey, Daisy... you clean her up, or there ain't gonna be no mo' junk... and I ain't talkin' politics!" Jarvis belched his demand before his knees buckled from the ball bursting handjob that made him sweat and hum with ecstasy. His nostrils flared from the warm, sweet smell of pre-cum.
"Ah, shit..."grumbled Daisy, rising dizzily to her knees and padding nakedly toward the bathroom. Pipes rattled, the toilet flushed, and seconds later she returned with a dripping, wet washcloth in hand. Amusedly, she eyed the sadistic defilement of the blonde-haired lovely.
Sherrie was gasping for breath on Shaker's outstroke. "Unhgghh... Ungghhh..." her protests maintained a steady beat that made Daisy wince even while she smiled at what was being done to the white girl...Beside Shaker, Carter and Jarvis flexed their hips like crazy wind-up toys, in time to Sherrie's pumping fists.
"Here be yo' fuckin' washcloth," complained Daisy, kneeing her way up onto the bed and stationing herself on her haunches so that she could drag the cold washcloth roughly and uncaringly over the sex-sizzling crevice of Sherrie's asscheeks.
The chill was numbing. Sherrie yelped. For a second her lips fell free from Shaker's driving penis and fearing reprisal, she anxiously retrieved it, sucking it deep into her throat again.
"That's it, white-baby, you learnin' real good..." mumbled Shaker with an evil grin.
Daisy hummed as she stroked the rough washcloth over Sherrie's anus and, loosing herself in her task, her drugged eyes drifted desirously to the white swells of Sherrie's ass cheeks. She rubbed the cloth along the smooth hairless crack, up to the swollen blood-fed lips of her vagina, up to the oily nub of her clitoris.
"Nnnngghhh..." muttered the white slave. Sherrie's belly tightened; her back arched at the electricity sizzling in the raw nerves of her clitoris.
Daisy propped herself upon one elbow and eyed her captive curiously. She massaged Sherrie's pussy with rougher strokes, subconsciously following the rhythm of Shaker's raping penis. Sherrie let out a sigh and let her thighs fall open, spreading her knees wider to give room to Daisy's temptingly working hand.
Perhaps on some psychic level, Sherrie was praising the herein which allowed her to suppress the ultimate torture yet to come: the shredding of her hymen. But the drugs coursing through her bloodstream, the rape of her mouth and this attack on her naked pussy, had left Sherrie Williams a goosebumped quivering mass of female flesh- trapped for need of release. Her entire nudity felt open to attack... and still she hadn't cum!
A low groan roared above her as Jarvis' knees started to buckle from the delicious pressure of Sherrie's working fist, squeezing his black cock to an explosive erection, shooting out a pint of scalding sperm! Sherrie's fingers sensed the violent pulsations of the charging cum as it erupted from the unseeing eye of his penis and shot in a steaming arch onto her dimpled face, dribbling down her neck to glob on the diamond chips of her nipples.
That started Carter off. With a yelp, he shot his seed in a fountainous spray from the left. The room stung with the smell of hot, dripping sperm... male seed spraying the air!
That left the steely body hovering above Sherrie's captive body. Shaker began to ripple with sadistic ecstasy. He threw back his head and bellowed, breath spitting through clenched teeth. "Awww... ahhh... eeeaaattt ittt!" The walls reverberated from the scream of release. His knees buckled and his black, satiny skin shimmered over his rib cage. The tendons of his neck stood out in bold relief from the violent explosion centering in his sperm bloated testicles. His taut buttocks clenched, the sinews in his arms corded; he grabbed Sherrie's head and ground her face with orgiastic violence over the steaming, fiery blackness of his steel hard groin.
"Ahhh..." It erupted, a geyser of hot, male seed. "Suckkk...!" he hissed desperately.
The hot sperm bathing her throat with sticky, salty sperm burst from the head of the stone hewn cock of her black fertility god with the force of a garden hose.
Sherrie gagged, wanting to spit and wrench her mouth away from the thick globules of cum dribbling down her tender throat. But even if he would have allowed it she would not have dared. With vigorous force he humped her battered white face, cruelly grinding his groin over her tortured nose, scraping away dried blood. Spatulets of cum dribbled lewdly down her chin as the sperm from Carter and his lustful companion covered her satiny body with rivers of sticky lust that clung to her pure, white flesh like dew on rose petals.
To torment her even more, he humiliatingly held his cock deep within her throat until every last squirt had slimed its way from the steely black tube, now spent and flaccid. It finally slipped from Sherrie's tender lips, while her fists still clung hard to the twin cocks growing limp.
Carter pulled free first. "Christ almighty..." he whistled. His eyes fell to Daisy's busily working fingers playing in the soft nest of the captive's pussy, then upward to Daisy's cat-like smile. "Havin' yo'sef a good time with the white slut, ain't ya?"
Shaker pulled free and sank into the sofa's weakened springs, his expression stoic and placcid. An aura of unsated power, pulsing from his shaven head declared him king. Then all heads turned to him as he announced.
"Get ridda her. We got stuff to be doin'."
Laying cuddled on the bed like two spoons, Daisy lifted her head to stare at Shaker; beside her, Sherrie's numbed brain failed to grasp the meaning of his command.
"I just be gittin' this white bitch warmed up, Shaker." Pouted Daisy, stretching her black arm over the white stomach to let her fingers play in the moist nest of the captive's vagina. Her middle finger slipped into the naked hole with a wet squelching sound. "Shit, I ain't even started to put her through her paces yet. There's a lot more things we can do with her. I wanna have some more fun with her fore we get ridda her white ass."
The pit of Sherrie's vagina was screaming for relief. It felt as if a million red devils were pricking the swollen fleshy folds of her pussy with tiny pitchforks. Somehow she sensed it was over... and ironically, that seemed unfair. Didn't she deserve satisfaction after having given so much to so many?