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WARNING: This story contains strong themes of coercion and forced
sexual behavior. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only,
and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone similar
behavior.


M+/f, cons, D/S, humil exhib, bnd, Gang Bang, interr


Vanessa’s Reality
By Mattwatt

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The miles flowed by and the longer she drove, and the closer she got to her destination, the more pleased she was with the entire project. She’d decided to take some time off from her photography schedule and simply get away. It had gotten to the point where she felt too much like a slave to her work.

The schedule had gotten complicated and the clientele had begun to treat her like a servant.

Vanessa paused in her reflections and had a laugh at herself about that very thought. The issue of being a servant, the issue of being a slave were definitely her ‘issues’. They were among the dark thoughts and desires that occupied her mind, and her senses, when she was alone and defenseless.

She secretly reveled in those thoughts and they were the grist that she often used, and paraded in front of her mind, while she used a vibrator or her talented fingers to bring herself to abandonment and a self shattering orgasm.

She was chuckling now because it was those kinds of thoughts that were among the ones that had ‘driven her away’ for a time period.

That was where she was at: she was in that ‘time period’, when she’d get away, stopped being hassled and use the time to do some research into where she’d come from.

She wasn’t very sanguine about any results, for her background was firmly rooted in southern slavery and she didn’t hope very much that she’d be able to find viable or valuable records to aid her search.

As a matter of fact, she had no idea at all if there were still extant any good records for slave holding, or any records for such slave holding that might possibly give her a list of names or connections.

“But,” she thought to herself, “It will be fun to try, and any results will be gratifying.”

In addition, she intended to use the time away to engage in one of her passions . . .

These very thoughts, about engaging in her passion, were interrupted precisely here by those rogue erotic images of being made into a slave and living a life that was ordered by someone else’s whims.

Vanessa quickly put a lid on such thinking, although it left its indelible mark by introducing a certain wetness between her thighs that she could hardly ignore.

As she drove, Vanessa sighed and rubbed her thighs together purposefully, giving in for the moment to the salacious, dirty thoughts that had invaded her reflection process.

She rubbed her thighs purposefully but realized that her attention to driving was not going to allow her to get herself off with these sweet, forbidden thoughts.

Vanessa heaved a great sigh and settled down to drive.

She sought for the lost, loose end of the reflection that had been interrupted once again by her over working, eroticism dominated mind.

“Ah, yes,” she said to herself, a satisfied smile returning to her face.

She had decided to combine her genealogical search with some hiking. She was aware that the hills and mountains in this part of the south were laced throughout with hiking paths and trails, and she was determined to get to a number of them.

As a matter of fact, her plan was to do some hiking first in order to get herself settled down from the normal, hectic work world that she knew so intimately, and only then start the family search.

It sounded like such a good plan. She had taken the opportunity to rent for herself a small cabin type place that promised to be out of the way. It looked secluded and wonderful.

These plans were all beginning to come together for her, promising a pleasant, and hopefully fruitful time.

And even if she got no information at all about her family background, even if no one had access to old slave records to show the line from which she was descended, it still wouldn’t be a waste at all. She was sure of that.
These pleasant thoughts were interrupted suddenly by the figure of a hitch hiker standing by the side of the road. He looked young, probably in college. He was certainly at least 10 or more years younger than Vanessa’s own age of 34.

She felt, as she neared the figure standing by the side of the road, a keen desire to pull over and pick him up. But as she passed the hitch hiker without looking his way, she realized that she was wet again, and rubbing her thighs together again. Her mind, in these situations was never very still or quiet.

Suddenly, and on the narrowest of whims, she pulled off the road and turned around. She sped back in the direction of the hitch hiker, and pulled off the road again. When she oriented the car, she came to him and slowed down to pick him up. He was in his late teens or maybe early twenties.

He got into the car gratefully and shot her a look that Vanessa had a hard time fathoming. Then his look brightened and he introduced himself as Ken.

Vanessa asked him politely, and pleasantly how far he was going. (At this point, she always fantasized about getting the answer: ‘As far as you’ll let me.’ But Ken’s answer was much more mundane, giving her the name of a town up ahead as his destination.)

They drove in silence for just a few miles, when he broke the silence:

“You are really lovely!” As he said that, he ran his hand along her cheek.

“Please don’t,” Vanessa said.

“Don’t what?” he asked, his voice getting husky.

She was surprised at how quickly this innocent action had turned to something else. But she tried to go on:

“Don’t touch me like that,” she answered, but there was obvious nervousness in her voice.

His response wasn’t what she’d expected either: “I like the way you respond.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, still nervous.

“Simple,” he said, “You’re nervous and you can tell in your manner and your voice; I mean not nervous and ‘let me alone’ angry; nervous and kind of rabbit waiting for what is next.”

Vanessa didn’t respond to that at all. She didn’t mainly because she knew what he said was true. She simply waited for him.

He laughed then: “Your silence tells me that what I’ve divined is true. I think maybe we should play a bit.”

Vanessa shot him a glance; she knew full well that getting him out of the car wasn’t an option for her. She was painfully aware that her options really were rather narrow, and that he was pretty much in charge of where this would go.

Part of her simply liked that and part of her didn’t. But the part that liked it had the edge at this moment. He next statement, though mentioned out of a true concern and no little amount of fear, propelled the situation ahead a great deal:

“Please don’t hurt me!” she said in a quiet voice.

“I love the way that you say that,” he began, stroking her cheek again but this time letting his hand move down to the swell of her tits, after visiting her face.

She kind of squeaked,when he touched her breast.

Then he continued: “But let me give you an honest answer: if by ‘hurt’ you mean ‘don’t kill me’, I certainly won’t but I do want to hurt you just a little bit. That’s about the size of what I intend to do: I’m going to take you someplace now and fuck you and hurt you a bit. And you know what? I don’t think you object to that very much?

Do you, Vanessa the black slut that’s driving the car?”

She involuntarily moaned at the word, when he called her a slut.

“Hmmm,” he mused, “Now what got that reaction? You’d better tell me or the hurting might be ramped up and start right away. Did you react to the word ‘black’ or ‘slut’?”

She spoke to him very softly: “To the word ‘slut’.”

“So, you didn’t mind the ‘black’?”

“No, sir!” she said, realizing that the words crept in almost by itself.

“Aha,” he laughed, “So now it’s ‘sir’? How about if I call you a ‘nigger slut?’”

She started at that and threw him a furtive glance?

“You’d better talk to me or I begin to hurt you pretty much right away.”

As he said that he reached out and grabbed one of Vanessa’s stiff nipples and pinched it.

She squeaked out loud, causing him to laugh and pinch harder. Now she went into a throaty moan.

Vanessa wasn’t really surprised that the situation became so intense so quickly, for this is the way that she’d pictured this many, many times in her mind and her fantasies. She simply decided that she needed to ride this out:

“I like ‘slut’, sir!” she answered simply, “And ‘nigger slut’ doesn’t offend me because it’s what I am.”

“Ahhhhh, my nigger slut!” he crooned to her, “Well, pull in at the next pull off or side road and we’ll get on with this.”

She did as she was told, pulling off at the next side road. She drove down the road just a little way and pulled into a side pull off that fairly hid the car. She stopped the car, and waited.

She turned to look at him, and found him grinning at her. He asked her:

“Tell me, nigger slut, do you like being hurt?”

She shook her head ‘no’ at once.

“Fine,” he continued, “But do you like the idea of being hurt?”

This time she shook her head ‘yes’ even without thinking of it.

“Good enough,” he continued, “We can deal with that. What color panties are you wearing?”

She looked at him, realizing what a commitment her answer was going to be; still she answered:

“They’re red bikinis, uh . . .nylon with lace.”

“Sounds nice,” he said, and then plunged on: “That’s about all you need to be wearing, once we get out of the car, isn’t it?”

She didn’t hesitate again:

“Yes, sir; that’s about all I’ll need.”

“Lovely,” he said, taking the keys from the ignition. “Don’t move,” he ordered her. “If you move at all, once I get out to come around, I’ll really hurt you very, very badly. Is that clear?”

She shook her head ‘yes’ and, when he got out to come around to her door, didn’t move at all.
He was smiling, when he got to her door on the driver’s side of the car:

“Good girl,” he said putting a hand on her face, and letting his thumb roam down to her lips.

Vanessa opened her lips involuntarily and took the thumb into her mouth and began to suck on it.
This approached heaven for her; she loved being forced like this. It simply filled up a part of her that was never quite full enough.

“Out now, Vanessa the nigger slut,” he ordered and she tumbled from the car.

As soon as she was standing outside of the car, and the driver’s door was shut, he said to her:

“Now what do you think you should be doing?”

“Getting myself down to my slut outfit,” she said.

“Right in one,” was his quick reply.

Vanessa took no chances on what he might do, if she were to not comply immediately; she began to strip off her clothes right away. She never stopped looking at him. His eyes were glowing in the mid afternoon sun.

She began by taking her hiking shoes off and her socks. These she put into the car through the driver's side window.

“That’s marvelous,” he said, “You begin with your shoes and now you’re barefoot. That always symbolic. Think about that, Nigger Vanessa, taking off your shoes and being barefoot is always the commitment. There’s no going back from there. Once you do that, running away becomes almost no option at all.”

She nodded at what he said and was struck by the insight but went to the rest of her clothes right away; she slipped her tee shirt over her head and threw it into the car through the driver’s window. Now her nice sized tits strained against the fabric of her red lacy bra.

“Very nice tits, Vanessa!” he said appreciatively.

“Thank you, sir,” she answered.

“I love it, when you’re polite,” he continued.

Next her hiking shorts were thrown into the car, and Vanessa was left in the woods, far from home, on a sunny afternoon with a total stranger who was ordering her to strip, and now she wore only her red panties and bra.

“All of it!” was his next curt order.

Then she was naked, totally naked and at his mercy. The thought was making her wet. She was apprehensive, horny, alive, and scared all at the same time

Vanessa got a tear in her eye, as she saw him removing his belt from his waist.

“Pain time for Vanessa our nigger slut!” he said with a cruel smile on his face.

With little time to adjust to the reality, he slashed her across the legs one way and then back the other way with the belt.

She jumped, kind of did a little jig and cried out at the same time.

“ You know, I really like the dancing that you’re doing but I need to ask: how do you think you should proceed to go over to those trees?” he wanted to know.

She spoke up from her fear and her lust: “Nigger sluts crawl, sir!”

“Then do it!”

Vanessa was on her hands and knees then crawling to the trees that he spoke of. He slashed at her ass and the back of her thighs with every step that she took. She was biting her lip in order to not cry out.
“Stop for a second here, Vanessa,” he said.

She complied and he belabored her ass with the belt for all the time that she was stopped.

“Crawl again,” he said to her, setting her in motion.

She certainly wasn’t going to stop doing what she was told. For one, because she loved it, and she was properly scared by now.

He was laughing as he continued to beat her defenseless ass with the belt, as she crawled along.

“Right here,” he said. She turned and got to her knees looking at him; the tears were coursing down her face but her pussy was very wet.

“First time will be quick I’m afraid but we’ll still enjoy it, won’t we?” he said

“Oh, yes, sir,” Vanessa said.

“Why?” he wanted to know.

“Because this nigger slut loves to get white cock in her mouth, sir; that’s what my nigger mouth is for: white cock.”

“Well, I can accommodate you then,” he laughed, adding: “Vanessa you are such a willing, dirty whore. You are just so much fun.”

“Thank you, sir,” she said.

“So, open your mouth; show me how much you really love white cock; demonstrate your nigger sucking skills.”

“Oh, yes, sir,” Vanessa said, lost now in the depths of one of her greatest fantasies.
She began by taking his cock by the tip, the bulbous head and holding it up so that she could lick up and down the under side of it.

Her tongue reached all the way to his balls, and she pressed her mouth against his balls and actually began to hum a tune into the skin of his ball sack.

“Ohhhhhhh, shit, Vanessa,” he said, “You do that so well.”

Her answer was an active answer: she took one ball and then the other into her mouth, and sucked on them alternately. When she released the balls from her mouth, still holding the cock up by its tip, she once again licked her way up the underside of the cock and stopped to suck on the underside of the head.

He was moaning by then. “Oh, yes, lick my cock, you nigger cunt; isn’t that what you are?”

“Yes, sir,” Vanessa said, stopping her licking of the underside of his cock long enough to answer him: “That’s what I am, a nigger cunt! Caught this afternoon by her white master.”

Then her tongue was traveling back down the length of the cock that she was holdkng. This time, however, she continued her journey of licking. She passed his balls, and, after licking his balls, began to lick the small ridge between his balls and his ass crack.

She wiggled and shifted her position just then; I allowed her to begin to lick her way up along his ass crack by putting one of his thighs over her shoulder.

She raised her head, her tongue working all the while, and licked up one side of his ass crack and then down the other. Then she made another pass at it, while holding his stiff cock in her hand.

On this pass, she pressed her tongue into the dark space of his ass, licking one side of his ass and then the other.

Then her tongue was out again and working its way upwards: licking his balls, sucking his balls, licking up the big vein and kissing the vein, feeling the throb of the vein with her tongue. Finally she had her tongue back working on the underside of his cock head again.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh,” he moaned long and loud for her.

She was finally ready for all of his cock meat to plunge into her throat. She realized that she was doing now as she was told and knew better than to try to use her hands at all in the process.

He still panting from the great job of licking his cock and ass that she just finished, grabbed a hold in her hair and pulled her face toward the spear of his cock.

Vanessa began by encasing the head in her mouth, holding it tightly. She sucked on the head, using her tongue to lick around the rim of the head. She swirled his cock head with her tongue, while holding it in her mouth, and she wetted it with her spit.

After working on the head like this, she suddenly sucked all of the cock into her mouth. This was something that she’d learned as the convenient cock sucker for some of the guys at high school.

She’d quickly gotten a reputation in those days, and never said ‘no’ to a chance to suck someone off. There were times, in her high school days, when she would be taken out by a group of four or five guys. She might not put out for them but they always knew, and she acknowledged, that she’d suck their cocks. She became good at deep throating from those times of practice, practice, practice.

Now she had him where he wanted to be: with his cock down her throat. She breathed through her nose and worked her head up and down a bit. The she moved her head off again, and sucked on the head. She did this same alternating movement of her head three times, knowing that she was bringing him quickly to his boiling point and that he’d blow soon.

Then, when all the build up had gotten him to his crisis point, he grabbed her hair at the back of her head and began to piston his hips to fuck her face.

Vanessa was still now instead of active and became a receptacle for him and his plunging prick. She took the cock and she kept her mouth wide open for his thrusting and fucking.

He pushed until he had it all in her mouth and had her gagging and struggling for air from the quickness of his thrust. This was no slow build up to a deep throat.

The noise she made, and the gagging and drooling made him laugh. Then he pushed again. His cock was all the way in, her nose was in his pubic hair, she was trying to breath through her nose, when he pinched her nostrils together.

She looked up at his grinning face fearfully, relieved when he finally let go of her nose. At last it was too much for him, and he was pumping his cum into her throat, and pulling out he filled her mouth and then sprayed some on her face.

When he was done, he pulled his cock out and ordered her:

“Thank me, slut!”

“Thank you, Master,” she said quietly. “You make this nigger slut happy.”

“I thought so,” he crowed to her, “Like that white prick, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir, I do like your white prick; I like it in my mouth and in my throat!”

“Fuckin’ cunt!” he said shaking his head.

“It’s what I am,” she agreed, “I’m a fuckin’ cunt, and right now, Master, I’m your fuckin’ cunt.”

It made him laugh again; he said to her with some wonder in his voice: “Even though I hurt you with the belt.”

“Especially because you hurt me with the belt!” she admitted.

“Good,” he said then, “ Since you loved my cock so much, I want you to suck it again and I’m going to fuck you.”

Vanessa scrambled into place to do as she was told. She took his still flaccid cock and enveloped it all with her mouth. This was something that she learned to love above all others; this was a treat. It flat out turned her on to take a soft cock in her mouth and hold it there until it had grown hard and stiff. That’s what she did with his cock in her mouth now.

She gently sucked on it, and licked her way around it, letting it grow hard and long in her mouth.
She had no trouble at all getting his cock hard again. She would have loved to be able to keep the cock in her mouth and suck him off again but she realized that he wanted to fuck next. And what he wanted was what she was going to do.

He told her what position he wanted her in, and so she bent over for him. She was in the position with her head lowered, and her front hands on the ground with her lovely ass up in the air.

“Lovely ass, Vanessa!” he said and punctuated it with a sharp smack to her ass.

Vanessa reacted by beginning to wiggle her ass cheeks in a kind of a circle to music that she hummed for herself inside of her head.

He laughed and slapped her ass again three or four times; every time she reacted the same way with the same lewd dancing movement.

He had her bent over with her holding onto the tree in front of her, and began by holding onto his cock and running the head of it up and down along the lips of her pussy, causing her to moan out loud.

He moved the cock head up just a little then and rubbed it up and down along the crack of her ass.

Vanessa was constantly thrusting her hips up at him, as he ran his prick along the lips of her pussy and the crack of her ass.

“You really liked this, didn’t you, cunt?”

“Yesssss,” she all but chanted in answer.

“Pussy or asshole?” he wanted to know.

“Wherever you choose to fuck me, is where I want your cock.”

He laughed a great laugh and slapped her naked ass again:

“Fuckin’ dirty nigger whore!” he said almost in admiration.

The, now that the prelims were done, he pushed his hips forward and sunk his cock into her.

“Ugh, ugh, ugh!” she said as he slammed his hips against her.

“Yes, ugh, I, ugh, do like this, god help me, I like all of it! Just please, please fuck me now! Fuck your nigger now! Fuck your bitch now! It’s what she does: she fucks, she sucks, so fuck me now please, Master.”

He pulled his cock out again and this time had Vanessa lick him clean; she did it almost gratefully.

He dropped into a rhythm and began a slow dance of pushing in and pulling out. As he moved into a faster rhythm, Vanessa had to hold onto the tree to keep her head from being banged against it.

But in a few minutes he pulled his cock out.”

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” she wailed in frustration, “Pleeeeeeaaaasssssse!”

It made him laugh even louder.

“Spread your fuckin’ ass cheeks with your hand,” he ordered.

Vanessa did as she was told immediately. She spread her ass cheeks and then held onto the tree again, as she felt him nestle his cock head into position.

She had been fucked a number of times in the ass and never really liked it but was willing to do anything and everything for him just then.

He pushed a bit and with a loud groan she took his cock into her asshole.

“Uuuuuuuuunnnnnnnngggggghhhhhhhh!!!!!!” she cried into the bark of the tree.

“Fuckin’ tight asshole,” he wailed as he pounded into her and increased the fury of his fucking.

While he fucked her ass, she reached down and began to rub her pussy. In just a moment or two it sent her into a crashing orgasm. The spasm of the orgasm caused her asshole to clench around his cock and it brought him to a rushing climax of his own, spraying his cum deep into Vanessa’s asshole.

He slumped against her, while she supported both of them by holding onto the tree.

“On your knees, whore,” he ordered.

She complied immediately and faced his slimy, dirty cock, which was directly in front of her face.

“Clean it with your mouth,” was his next order.

She did that also; she took his cock into her mouth and began to clean it, using her own tongue and spit to clean every bit of the cock that was just in her asshole.

“Turn now and hug that tree,” he ordered next.

Vanessa did as she was told, hugging the tree; then he began to use the belt again on her naked ass. He did so for the next 7 or 8 minutes.

She had her head leaning against the tree and was doing everything she possibly could not to make a huge amount of noise.

She succeeded somewhat. He finally stepped away from her. She turned and looked at him. He said then:

“I hate to break up the party, Vanessa the nigger slut, but I have to boogie; thanks for being my cunt on call this afternoon. You just give me a few minutes to wander out of the area.”

“Yes, sir,” she said quietly, “I will do that.”

And she did; she waited until he was clearly gone. She didn’t even see the direction.

She struggled her way to the car; her ass was really sore. But when she settled into her seat, her clothes now on again, she began to play with her pussy.

That’s what she was doing, when Vanessa woke herself from the depth of the day dream that she’d been involved in.

She looked in the rear view mirror and saw the hitch hiker standing where she’d passed him on the side of the road about a mile back.

She noticed that she was all wet from sweating but she also realized that the fantasy had been a wonderful one.

Vanessa wasn’t bothered by this little side trip into her world of fantasy bondage; she did it often and she loved it every time. She used it for countless encounters with her own pussy.

She used it as a back ground ‘movie’ that played in her head during those times, when she was with a man; even when she was being fucked. It seemed that the fantasy movie was always there for her.
It left her smiling.

“You get a grip, girl,” she chided herself, “Or you’ll end up messing your car here.”

She used such language with herself to bring herself back to reality. But even then the power of the fantasy wouldn’t fully let go. For she’d almost said ‘You get a grip, nigger,’ instead of the acceptable ‘girl’. The power of the fantasy over her in her idle moments was fairly strong and she had to, at times such as this, when there was a powerful stimulus,like the hitch hiker, get a firm grip on her reality.

She was, as usual, pretty much shaken by this, and almost, almost, she realized, turned around to go and pick up the hitch hiker.

“Wow!” she said to herself but out loud now, “You’ve got it bad, girl!”----studiously avoiding using the strong fantasy appellation ‘nigger’ in this sentence too.

Then she continued with herself:

“You need to get to that cabin, get your shorts off and panties down and play an away game with your pussy!”
That brought a smile to Vanessa’s lips, as she continued on her way toward her destination.

Later, once she’d made the connections and everything was set for her combined vacation of hiking and genealogy searching, she showered, relaxed and did exactly what she’d promised herself after the shower.

She went to the bedroom, darkened now with the curtains closed, and began by reaching for a nipple. Having gotten her hand on it, she pinched it hard, gasping from the shot of pain and the instant thrill that it provided.

Then she moved a hand down and nestled it between her thighs, There she began by slowly rubbing the hairy mound of her pussy.

Now and then she grabbed a bit of the curly pubic hair and pulled on it to give herself another thrill from the pain. Eventually she invaded the inside of her pussy with two fingers.

She followed this by reaching a hand around and forcing it into her asshole, while still playing with her pussy in front. She writhed and made loud noises from the pleasure she was giving herself.

As she played with the button of her clit, she allowed her mind to wander back to the hitch hiker and her fantasy about the hitch hiker taking control of her, and forcing her to strip and be his pain pig.

She sighed and settled deeply into the fantasy as she pushed herself toward a satisfying orgasm. Afterwards for a while she slept.

Vanessa loved the place, the solitude, the woodsy setting; she realized that it was just about what she needed right then. She puttered around the next morning allowing herself to sink into this vacation kind of life. She didn’t dress, wearing only the panties that she’d ended up wearing to bed, she had coffee and did a little early morning reading.

But she’d promised herself that today would be a good day for hiking. The business of tracking down her slave heritage could wait another day or so. She badly wanted to get out and stretch her legs.
She took a shower and went to get herself ready. In the bedroom she took time to ask herself the question:

“What kind of panties should I wear today? What would my public like to see me wearing?”

This caused a spate of giggles, as she decided to wear pink.

“Pink it is,” she said out loud gaily, “Pink to show the world, pink like my blushes, when my master forces me to take off my hiking shorts.”

Vanessa was in good form this morning, allowing her mind to wander into the region of her favorite slavery fantasies earl in the day. She was soon ready and out the door. She’d gotten good maps of the area and selected a place that she wanted to explore that had a lake nearby. She went in that direction.

She walked along with a good stride, just enjoying the fact that she was out and about, taking in the scenery and the obvious lack of any people around. She loved walking through areas that were remote from where the normal flow of people would be.

As she went along, her solitude was only broken once. In that case it was by a few young guys who were near the trail, obviously taking a rest. She passed them with a nod. One of them, behind her back gave a wolf whistle.

Vanessa’s almost instinctive reaction was to swing her hips in an exaggerated fashion just as she was rounding a bend in the trail. Laughing softly to herself, she went on for a while.

She was deeply into the solitude of the hike, when someone popped out of the trees in front of her, scaring her initially. She kind of squeaked in fright.

“Nice sound,” he said calmly.

Vanessa didn’t like his sudden appearance. She stopped and looked around thinking that she might just go back, instead of having to pass him on the trail. It was then that she noticed that there was someone on the trail behind her also.

Him she recognized as one of the guys who had been lounging by the side of the trail. She quickly looked ahead at the one who was blocking the trail ahead of her. He was smiling broadly.

In turning her head to the front, she noticed that someone was standing just off the trail to her left glaring at her.

She switched her head around and found another just off the trail to her right.

She couldn’t immediately sort out her feelings. She was certainly a little frightened by this gathering of guys, who were surrounding her. But there was a tiny voice trying to break through her fear, not totally successfully either, but the voice was saying:

“Maybe this is my pink panties welcoming committee.”

The thought caused Vanessa to catch her breath, and pant just a little bit.

“Frightened?” the guy ahead asked calmly.

“Yes,” she said quietly, not seeing any reason to lie to him.

“You should be, bitch!” the voice came from behind her, but closer than he was before.

She turned around quickly to look at him, prompted both by his tone of voice and the words that he used. She tried to stay calm about it, and to push away the growing erotic feeling that was invading her more quickly than she would have wanted. But name calling, people calling her dirty names, was always a turn on for her. The word ‘bitch’ sent a perverse kind of thrill straight through her.

“Why?” she asked, trying to assert her last little bit of confidence.

“Because we’ve got you now!” came the voice from behind her again.

It caused Vanessa to turn again and face the way the trail had been leading her. She saw that he had advanced on her, as the one behind her had.

“Got me?” she said, almost a question and not quite but certainly frightened now.

“Got you,” came a voice from her right side from the one of them who now stood directly opposite her on the side of the path.

“Yes, got you,” came a voice from her other side, where he too was on the path with her.

“Wanted to show how much we appreciated your ass swinging back there; couldn’t let that go, you see.” This time it was again the voice behind her, back down the trail from the direction she’d come. But he was much closer now.

Vanessa thought about what she might do. Really only one thought occurred to her; she quickly tried it:

“I’m sorry about that; it was a rude thing to do. I guess it was just an instinctive reaction to the whistle.”

“It was a come on,” said the one in front, only about five feet from her by now.

“It wasn’t really,” she said defensively.

“I said it was a come on!” The one in front was now repeating himself and his tone of voice had gotten more insistent.

“Please,” Vanessa almost wailed, “It wasn’t, really.”

“It was a come on,” the one behind her said.

“It was a come on,” the one on her right said.

“It was a come on,” the one on her left said.

“See,” the voice in front of her came to her now, stopping her from her head spinning motion that she’d used to follow who was speaking. “Majority rules. It was a come on. You’d better say it, admit it or the part gets rough quickly.”

“Oh, please,” Vanessa said.

But the voices around her were insistent. They went through another round of ‘It was a come on.”

The little voice inside of Vanessa’s erotic frame of mind was speaking to her also:

“See, now you’ve got yourself your pink panties party; this will be fun.”

Vanessa tried to push the little voice away but it was persistent also and the message stuck in her mind. It also served to simply confuse her more.

Her own inner voice, and the voices off all four of the men surrounding her were hammering at her, and she was losing her ability to keep it straight and try to think her way out of the situation.

She surprised herself then, and, sighing, she said:

“Yes, it was a come on. I’m sorry, that I did that!”

“Better,” came the voice from behind her. “ But really, you know, ‘I’m sorry’ doesn’t cut it with us. But we’re glad to see that you can be honest. So, maybe we will be honest with you. What do you think we want?”

She thought that she knew what they wanted but certainly didn’t want to allow her mind to go there. She lied instead:

“I don’t know what you want.”

He laughed and the others joined in the laughter. Vanessa just stood there waiting.

“Of course you know what we want, I think,” he said to her pleasantly. Then he hesitated and said to her:

“By the way, I’m Matt, that’s Kenny, that’s Art and that’s Bob.” He motioned to the guy on her left then the one behind her and then the one on her right.”

She tried to remember her manners, thinking that it couldn’t hurt:

“Nice to meet you all; I’m Vanessa.”

They all chimed in and said: “Hey, Vanessa, glad to meet you.”

She was hoping that all of this had defused the situation but then Matt went on and said:

“So, let us tell you what we want; we’ve spoken about it before and all agree. We want a slave.”

The word hit Vanessa like a bolt of lightning. She stared at Matt first but then at the others briefly with wide opened eyes.

The little erotic voice inside of Vanessa, which she was having no luck silencing said a loud and gratifying:

‘Yes!” Vanessa tried to ignore it.

“Slave?” she said back to them in a tiny voice.

“Yes, slave,” Matt said. “For a day or two, while we’re here, and we think that you’re it!”

Vanessa was trying to get her mind around the idea, and trying to not let it become obvious that the idea both attracted her and turned her on. She was still dealing with a little bit of fear in the situation.

Matt repeated: “We want a slave.”

Kenny, from the side added: “A sex slave!”

Vanessa’s head whipped around to him, as she heard what he said.

Then Art spoke up behind her: “We want a nigger sex slave!”

Vanessa then gasped audibly; she hated it that they were beginning to fulfill her fantasies.

Then Matt, in front of her, spoke:

“Do you understand?”

Vanessa shook her head ‘yes’’; she didn’t trust herself to speak; she was sure that she’d either disgrace herself by begging for them to begin to use her, or equally disgrace herself by beginning to beg and sob to be let go. Neither of those possibilities were very attractive to her just then.

Matt continued to talk to her: “I’m glad that you’re being calm about this, because one thing is certain: we’re going to do this. If that means doing it to a woman who is kicking and screaming, and hitting her, hurting her until she is so afraid of being hurt more, then fine. It’s so much better if you look at the situation and realize that you’re not getting out of it until we’ve done what we want to do. Do you see that?”

She shook her head ‘yes’ again.

“Good again,” he said then to her, “I warn you that if you try to get away, we’re going to react pretty strongly!

Then you will get hurt. I mean we do intend to, you know spank your ass and all; we intend to hurt you that way but, if you screw up and try to get away, then we’ll really hurt you! Show me that you understand!”

She shook her head ‘yes’ vigorously then.

“Now take off your shoes and socks and give them to Kenny,” was his next order.

Vanessa knew that it all came down to this. If she did this, she was making a commitment. It all came down to this.

“You understand,” Matt asked, “Don’t you?”

Vanessa shook her head ‘yes’ again.

“Of course you do,” he continued, “After all, your clothing simply covers you and protects you, while you’re out here in the woods but, especially in this situation, your shoes are your means of escape. If you give them up, then we’ve got you. Now think about it.”

Right then Vanessa gave in to the voice that was still whispering and exulting inside her head about how cool this was going to be, and how much she’d always wanted to be exactly what they were demanding her to be: a nigger sex slave. She could no longer, or would no longer ignore the voice. It spoke to her and she listened. It pushed her to do what she did next.

She sat on the ground and began to unlace her hiking boots. She removed her first hiking boot, and then her sock, putting the sock into the boot and handed the boot to Kenny, standing next to her.

Matt was grinning at her, as she paused before removing her second hiking boot. He nodded, and she knew enough to go ahead and do the second boot.

She unlaced it and soon was handing it to Kenny also, along with the sock. Now she was barefoot, and her real main chance of escape was gone.

“You’re ours now; you do realize that, don’t you?” he demanded to know.

She shook her head ‘yes’ but he was no longer accepting that from her:

“I’ll slap your face if you don’t speak up and admit it!”

His voice startled her into speaking, and when she did, she spoke from the position that their demand and her own needs put her in:

“I’m sorry, sir,” she almost wailed, “I’ve been trying not to make a scene but let me say that I know that you’re right, I am yours now; I know that.”

“Fuckin’ right you are, bitch,” Art’s voice came from behind her. Then he spoke up to Matt and the rest:

“And she is fucking foxy! A round assed, big titted nigger slave, right here, right now! All for us!”

As he said this he slapped Vanessa’s ass twice, causing her to both jump and let out a squeak.

They all laughed at that and Bob spoke for the whole group, when he said:

“I just love the sounds she makes.”

“Okay,” Matt said then, “Let’s get on with this. Here’s what we’re going to do next.”

He said this to Vanessa who was paying close attention. She was kind of in a dither about this. She’s spent so much of her fantasy time dreaming up exactly this kind of scenario and now it was here, and she was in the middle of it, and she simply didn’t know how to act.

She realized that having fantasies in which she would be ‘taken’, even ‘taken’ by a group of men was fine and good but not the same as being her, being here right now and being in the process of being ‘taken’ by this group of men surrounding her.

Matt continued to instruct her: “We’re going to have a little auction here. The money that is raised will go to the beer fund; you might just like this auction.”

Vanessa didn’t know what he was talking about, and didn’t know how to respond to what he was saying. She just waited. Matt’s face got a particularly angry look on it and Vanessa hastened to say:

“Yes, sir, I think that I might just like it.”
From the look on his face, this was what he was expecting of her. She promised herself to remember that from then on. She certainly didn’t want to make things more difficult for herself.

But she realized that she was slowly being overcome by this erotic feeling; she was with these four attractive young white men. She was in the woods and was barefoot, and she knew why, as did they. Vanessa realized that it was making her wet between her thighs; it was wetting the crotch of her pretty pink panties.

As soon as she thought of her pink panties, her thoughts also wandered to what she’d been saying to herself that very morning about the pink panties which would match her own blushes, when her master made her take her shorts off. She realized also that this very moment was probably not very far off.

“The first item to be auctioned here,” Matt intoned, “Is a cambrai shirt; it’s a woman’s shirt, clean this morning and only worn a little while, correct?”

“Yes, sir,” she said, “Only a little while,”

Vanessa realized what he, what they were about to do and it caused her to get wetter and breath a little harder.

“What am I bid for this lovely shirt?” Matt wanted to know.

Bob offered a nickel, Art offered a dime, and when Kenny bid a quarter, Matt awarded Vanessa’s shirt to Kenny for a quarter.

Kenny paid up and turned to Vanessa expectantly. She understood and proceeded to unbutton her cambrai shirt.

When it was unbuttoned, she pulled the tails out of the waist band of her shorts, and slipped it off her shoulders, and handed it to Kenny, who was grinning as he took it from her.

“Nice tits, bitch,” Art said, ogling her and especially her lacy pink bra that didn’t do much to hide her stiff, dark brown nipples.

Matt jumped in then and intoned for the group: “Next we have this lovely pair of brown hiking shorts with cargo pockets and all. Fresh this morning guaranteed. What am I bid?”

The bidding was slightly higher this time and the shorts eventually went to Art for $1.25. He paid the amount and had a huge grin on his face as Vanessa stood now and took her pants down and off, handing them over to Art.

“Now look this over closely, gentlemen,” Matt spieled, “For these next two items will cost you dearly.”

The three of them crowded around Vanessa and began to paw and pinch her.

“Hands in the air, slave,” Matt shouted to her.

Vanessa did as she was told, putting her arms up into the air, while the three of them worked on her tits and nipples, her ass cheeks, her pussy lips.

She tried to be still and take the onslaught but it was hard for her. One hand slid slowly down across the silky plane of her brown stomach until it was nestled around and covering the curls of her pussy hair, feeling her pubes through the material of her pink panties.

Another hand wandered down her spine and began a rubbing motion stroking one ass cheek and then the other.

Gradually the hand became more insistent and started to insert itself into the dark area between Vanessa’s ass cheeks and to poke at her asshole. It made her grunt deep in her throat.

“Don’t stop, gentlemen,” Matt said, “The girl loves it.”

The effect was telling on her also, she was becoming more and more turned on by it. Finally, it was Kenny who finished the trick for her. He had taken possession of her left tit. She was squeezing it and rubbing the nipple with his fingers and the palm of his hand until he ultimately reached over and pinched the nipple. It was the final straw for Vanessa; it sent her spiraling into an explosive orgasm. She grabbed onto Bob just to keep from sinking to the ground due to weak knees, and she keened her way into and through the orgasm.

“Hmm,” Matt said to everyone, “Looks like out girl here is kind of enjoying herself. But who wants to bid on an exquisite pink bra?”

The bidding was spirited but it was finally awarded to Kenny for the sum of $5. Kenny’s face was wreathed in grins, as Vanessa, still a bit shaken by the orgasm that she just had, unhooked and surrendered her bra to him.

“Now my friends,” Matt said in a sly voice, “The ‘pièce de résistance’; only closed bids, gentlemen, only closed bids on this pair of pretty pink panties. Worn by the maiden only this day and currently stained with maidenly juices from her sexual excitement. Write out your bids for the slut’s panties.”

Vanessa almost came again from the way he talked and described her. The guys put in their bids and it was actually Matt’s bid of $10 that got the panties. He held out his hand with great expectations as Vanessa slowly pulled the panties down and handed them over, now totally naked in the middle of them. The only thing that she could do was to wait; they were in charge and would tell her what they would do with her next.

Matt broke the silence with the words: “And what do you suppose that a sex slave, a nigger sex slave, would have to do for us next? Take a guess, Vanessa.”

She thought for a few seconds and then realized that it was obvious. She decided that the best thing for her was to be honest and keep them all happy. She spoke up determined to do exactly that:

“I do love sucking cocks, sir,” she said in a quiet voice.

It caused a round of excitement from the guys, however. There were comments about “Fucking cock sucker,” and one “Black cock sucker,” and even, from Art, one expression of “Nigger cock sucker.”

Vanessa’s previously heightened eroticism was pushed to another height by the comments, and the names.

She shook her head and looked around and said earnestly:

“Yes, sirs, I am all of those things right here and right now.”

(Then as strange as it may seem, Vanessa was determined to do a kind of reality test for herself. She was so often, and so deep into her fantasies, such as the one about the hitch hiker that she wanted to be sure that she was not daydreaming now. She looked around, and asked politely if one of them would pinch her. They were taken back by the suggestion but a hand quickly reached out and pinched one of Vanessa’s chocolate brown nipples. The hand pinched and then twisted. Vanessa cried out from the instant pain. She knew that it was no day dream. She actually had been taken in the woods by a group of young men who were intent upon using her as a sex slave, having auctioned off her clothes and now were proposing that she suck them off.

Matt wanted to know why she asked about the pinching. She told them about her day dreams, about the hitch hiker day dream, and the content of the day dreams.

“Fuckin’ wonderful!” Matt enthused, when she’d finished telling them about it.

“We plot to pick her up and make a sex slave out of her, and it’s exactly what she’s been fantasizing about! Fuckin’ wonderful.”)

Then he turned his attention to her and said:

“Now, I want you to write a number on this piece of paper, from one to four. Don’t show it.”
She did as she was told, writing the number on the paper. They each got to pick a number from one to four. When that had been done, they matched her number with the numbers that they had picked.

The number that she picked was Kenny’s. So, Matt said:

“Okay, Kenny gets the first blow job!”

And he gave Vanessa instructions:

“You go to the guy, you open his zipper and find his cock, you bring it out and work on it. You do the work, and do it good or the pain part starts now.”

“Yes, sir,” she said quickly, “I’ll do my best.”

“I hope it’s good enough,” he said to her.

“I hope it will be, sir,” she answered.

She was kneeling in the middle of them and then walked on her knees to where Kenny was standing and waiting for her. She put her hands on his stomach and rubbed her hands around, letting them gradually work their way down until she was rubbing the bulge in his jeans.

“Hmmmmmm, nice!” she said, moving forward as she talked and kissing his cock mound through his pants.

When her mouth came into contact with his cock through his jeans, she began to blow hot air through the fabric onto the hidden cock below.

“Oh, shit!” Kenny said, “Does that ever feel good.”

“It’ll get better,” Vanessa promised, reaching for his belt buckle and opening it, then opening his jeans and unzipping them.

She tugged on the jeans and pulled them down to his ankles. Then she reached in with her head and kissed

Kenny’s stomach. She followed the kiss by trailing her lips down the ridge of hair that disappeared into his boxers.

But she hesitated and grabbed hold of the waist band of his boxers with her teeth, and proceeded to pull his underwear down with her teeth. She worked hard at it but made decent progress, stopping in the process to kiss the tip of his cock, as it bounced free.

The other guys were watching and making comments as she worked at the task at hand for herself.

She finally had Kenny’s boxers down and then began to lick her way up his thighs. She licked up one thigh and then she did the other, ending with her lips pressed to the under side of Kenny’s prick and her tongue swirling around it. It caused Kenny to jump just a little.

Vanessa was looking up at him and smiling all the time. Then rather suddenly she took the whole head of his cock into her mouth and plunged her mouth down over his cock seeking the base of it and his pubic hair with her nose.

Kenny grunted, when she sucked all of his cock into her mouth.

“Ohhhhhh shhhhhiiiiiit!” he moaned, as Vanessa began to bounce her head up and down in the classic cock sucking motion.

She backed off enough for her to suck on the underside of his cock head again. She knew that he wouldn’t last too much longer with this kind of treatment and plunged the whole cock into her mouth again. Her lips were holding tightly to the skin on his cock and pulling the skin back and forth as she sucked on him.

He finally plunged his hips forward, grabbed Vanessa by the back of the head and began to fill her mouth and throat with his cum.

She sucked until he had released all of it into her mouth. Just a very little bit escaped from the side of her mouth.

She wiped it with her finger, and, smiling up at Kenny, licked off her finger.

“Wow!” was the only comment that he could make.

Then it was Bob’s turn. And Vanessa danced the same cock sucker’s dance with him.

She especially enjoyed the part where she had to undress one of them to prepare them for having their cock in her mouth. She worked on each of them in exactly the same way.

There was one thing that went on, while Vanessa was busy sucking Bob’s cock. Art and Matt had put their heads together and were talking and laughing. One of the things that Vanessa was to learn was that they were, when they were together, all susceptible to wild ideas, and were willing to try strange things.

Matt and Art were hatching such an idea, as Vanessa sucked Bob’s cock and brought him to the kind of orgasm that Kenny had already experienced.

When Vanessa took a brief rest, after sucking Bob’s cock dry, Matt told Kenny and Bob that he needed them to go and get a large tree branch, a really big, and sturdy one. He walked away a little distance with them to explain what was going to be done. They laughed and set off on the search.

Meanwhile, Vanessa was engaged with Art and his boxers, getting him ready for his own round of cock sucking with her.

Vanessa sucked Art’s cock with the same enthusiasm that she’d used on both Kenny and Bob, and was finally ready for Matt.

It was a little more difficult for her to do the same thing with Matt because he was wearing a pair of black, nylon men’s briefs. She had more difficulty pulling those down with her teeth but she managed.

The cock sucking session was finally over and Vanessa sat back on her heels, and waited for what was next. Bob and Kenny were also back with a good sized tree branch, very straight and sturdy.

“We’re going to take you to where we’re staying,” Matt said to her.

“Yes, sir,” she answered.”

“And since you’re our slave, and we intend to treat you like meat, we’ll take you there that way.”

Vanessa didn’t understand but complied, when they told her to lie down on her back. She did so, and they took ropes from their back packs and tied her hands together, and then her ankles. They also put some duct tape on the wrists and ankles.

“What are you going to do?” Vanessa asked with a little fright in her voice.

“Take you back to our place,” Matt said.

As he said that Bob and Kenny took the long tree branch and put an end of it through the rope and tapes securing her wrists and ankles and simply picked Vanessa up like an animal that they had killed on a safari.

They all started laughing at that.

Vanessa was frightened and totally humiliated:

“Please,” she said but was cut off by Art:

“Don’t ‘please us’ you fucking pig; you’re ours to use as we wish now.”
Vanessa let her head hand down as the bore her away through the woods.

They bumped her along, laughing all the way. Vanessa thought that she’d already come up with every possible form of humiliation that she could experience but now realized that she was wrong.

She also realized that there might be more in store for her, since these guys were young and clearly full of it.

She just couldn’t get her mind around the fact that they had decided to haul her along, treating her like some animal that they had captured. And in a corner of her mind, she realized that she felt like exactly that, a captured animal.

They stopped periodically and changed ‘bearers’. Matt and Art had her on the pole now. But since they were stopped, Kenny moved up to where Vanessa’s head was hanging down. He stepped up toward the end of the pole, right in front of Vanessa’s face, and unzipped his pants.

“Come, piggy,” he said to her in a kind of crooning voice, “Do what you’re supposed to here.”

He pulled his stiffening cock out and pinched Vanessa’s nostrils. When she opened her mouth, he slid his cock into her mouth.

She tried to mouth a ‘please’ but the cock was already in her mouth. She closed her lips around it and kept her lips clamped, while Kenny began to slide his cock in and out of her mouth.

“She doing a good enough job, Kenny?” BoB wanted to know.

“Well,” Kenny said, “It seems as though her heart’s not in it really.”

Vanessa made a sound of protest but it was only a sound, since Kenny’s cock filled her mouth so completely.

Bob went and broke off a part of a branch, and returned to where they were holding Vanessa, still roped up to the pole. He poked Vanessa in the ass with the stick. She stiffened and made a sound in her throat. But she also began to suck Kenny’s cock more vigorously.

Kenny was holding her head, as he began to fuck Vanessa’s face in earnest.

But Bob switched now to slapping the sides of Vanessa’s ass cheeks with his stick. It kept making a kind of a wet splatting sound as her ass cheeks were repeatedly beaten by the stick.

“Unnnnnnnnnngggggggghhhhhhh,” was the only kind of noise that Vanessa could make to try to protest the repeated beating from the stick that she was receiving.

She made constant efforts to use her mouth and tongue to make the blow job better for Kenny. But nothing that she did, even though it made the blow job a much, much wetter and lovelier event for Kenny, induced Bob to stop beating her ass and thighs with his stick.

Finally, Kenny began to cum. With one last pump of his hips he began to spurt into the back of Vanessa’s mouth.

He held her head to make her receive the load of his sperm.

Vanessa gagged just a bit from her head’s position but swallowed fiercely to try to keep all of the cum in her mouth. Still some leaked out the side of her mouth. Kenny swept it up with his finger and presented the cum to

Vanessa, who licked the finger off, almost eagerly.

They let her head rest then for just a bit, after Kenny had his blow job. Bob, however, was having too much fun with the stick to stop.

“Hey, piggie,” he said to Vanessa, “If you make nice piggie noises for us, I’ll stop hitting you for a bit.”

Vanessa began to make ‘oinking’ noises in her throat, as they carried her along. The guys all laughed at her efforts but Bob kept hitting her with the stick.

She protested but that made Bob hit her on the ass harder, so she stopped the protesting and concentrated on making the best pig noises she could.

They finally reached their destination with her, and set the pole with her still on it down on the ground. They untied her and let her lay on the ground for a few minutes before getting her up again.

Matt took Vanessa by the arm, and led her to a kind of corral that was next to a barn. He put her into the corral. It was a small one with not very much room for Vanessa to move around it.

Once again, it was Bob who began to cause trouble for her. He found a kind of a mud hole near the corral, and soon enough discovered that the mud was of a consistency that you could form it into balls.

With a laugh of glee, Bob piked up a hand full of mud and formed a small mud ball. Once it was ready, he threw it and splattered Vanessa’s naked ass with it.

She jumped and gave a kind of a squeal. But what Bob did quickly caught on with the guys. In a few minutes,

Vanessa was dodging mud balls from all four of the guys, and not doing it very successfully. She was soon covered with mud splats, and she quickly stopped trying to dodge the mud balls thrown at her.

Giving up, she simply sunk to her knees and let them throw the mud at her. But her giving in stopped the sport. Matt went into the corral for her then and brought her around to the side of the barn where there was a hose hanging.

They turned on the hose and hosed Vanessa down to clean her off. But this was the next in the line of methods of tormenting her, for the water was really cold.

She jumped around in the water spray, while the guys laughed and aimed first at her bouncing tits, then at her exposed, naked ass, then flush at her pussy.

It left Vanessa standing and shivering, while she dried off.

She looked up at them and asked in a voice that was little more than a croak:

“Please . . .”

“Please what?” Art wanted to know belligerently.

“Just what’s next?” Vanessa was able to get out.

Art laughed and said with a kind of happy expression:

“Why next we fuck you!”

In a way it was what Vanessa had been waiting for them finally say. She was resigned to being a play thing for them, and to their high spirits. She didn’t mind at all having to, in a humiliating fashion, make pig noises for them.

And she certainly liked sucking cocks, especially when the added incentive was that there was a notion of her being forced. But she wanted to be fucked. She wanted them to fuck their black bitch; to herself she acknowledged that she wanted them to fuck their nigger slave.

Vanessa closed her eyes a bit but then she whispered to them:

“Yes, sir; all of you, masters; here I am. You’ve taken me from the trail and auctioned off my clothes. I’m naked now. You demanded that I make noises like the pig that I am, and I’ve done that for you. You threw mud at me and hosed me down with cold water. I am here for you all to use; I know that.”

As she was saying this, she was crawling toward them. She got to Matt first and began to lick the tops of his shoes.

“Please, Mr. Matt,” she said in a crooning voice, “Vanessa wants to be fucked.”

When she’d said that, she continued to lick the top of Matt’s shoes. And she moved on to Bob. As she passed by

Matt, he gave her a kick in the ass that sent her sprawling. She took it and got back to crawling toward Bob. She now licked the tops of his shoes, and got a kick in the ass from Bob.

“She loves this,” Kenny said, “Fucking bitch loves this.”

“I do, sir; heaven help me, but I do,” she wailed, now licking Kenny’s shoes.
She moved on now to Art, and was intending to lick his shoes also. He put a foot on her shoulder and stopped her. His voice was harsh, as he spoke to her:

“You want to get fucked do you?”

“Oh, Mr. Art, I do,” Vanessa almost whined.

They had her in the middle of her fantasy and she wanted to be fucked really badly. She got the idea that she needed to convince them, and she was determined to do that.

“Fine,” Art continued, “Say the dirtiest thing about yourself that you can think of, convince us.”

“Ohhhh,” she wailed, then she said a simple: “Yes, sir, Masters.”

Then she launched into it:

“You’ve captured yourselves an honest to goodness nigger slut; this no account pig wants to serve your cocks because it’s what she does. Her mouth is for sucking dicks, her cunt is for your cocks. Won’t you please help out this sorry, naked black bitch and fuck me?”

“What about your asshole?” Art wanted to know.

“My asshole, is yours to rape; my asshole doesn’t belong to this black pig no more.”

“What if we want to piss?” Art continued.

“My mouth is for you-all; I swear it, sir, Masters,” she was shaking her ass at them now to try to get them interested.

Art pulled his shoe off of her shoulder and presented her with the bottom of his shoe.

Vanessa knew what he wanted immediately. She began to lick the dirt off of the bottom of Art’s shoe. When she was done with one shoe, he presented her with another.

Just as she was finished licking the dirt off of Art’s shoe, she felt the head of Matt’s cock being rubbed against her pussy lips.

“Ohhhhh, yes,” she wailed, still using her tongue on Art’s dirty shoe bottoms.

“Ohhhhhhh,yes, fuck this girl! Fuck this nigger! Fuck this pig!”

With a grunt, Matt pushed his cock into her pussy, and Vanessa pushed her ass back at him to impale herself.

“Oh this is what this woman needs,” she sang to herself, as he began the rhythm of fucking her.

All of what had gone before, all that she’d experienced at the hands of these young men simply led Vanessa to being fucked by them. She acknowledged it and was determined to enjoy it immensely.

She concentrated then on cooperating with Matt who was speeding up his fucking movement. Then she was momentarily distracted by something hitting her in the face.

She opened her eyes to see Art standing in front of her and slapping her face with his erect prick. He hit her on one cheek then another. Then he rubbed his pre-cum around on her chin and forehead.

“Here it is, piggie,” he said in a cruel voice. “Here is what your mouth is made for; here it comes now, suck it.”

“Yes, sir,” she chanted, “Yes, Master Art, it’s cock that my mouth is made for; you give it to me and I’m going to open my mouth wide for this big cock to enter.”

Art grabbed the naked, willing black woman by the hair and fed his cock into her mouth.

Vanessa began a wet, luscious sucking of the cock right away. Her overwhelming sexual heat made her mouth wet with saliva and she coated the cock with her saliva, as she alternatingly sucked it into the depths of her throat and then wrapped her lips tightly around the cock head to tease the underside of the head.

Then, almost overwhelmed by being fucked at both ends at the same time, Vanessa began to hum and sing along the length of the cock.

“Ohhhhhh, she sucks cock well,” Art said.

“Do it, cunt!” he continued, slapping her face with his hand to emphasize what he was saying.

Vanessa, to try to please him, began to make some pig noises with her mouth and throat, as she still accepted the pumping in and out of the cock that was taking control of her.

Matt made a final grunt and jammed his prick all the way into her pussy, as she shoved her hips back at him, pumping with him to take his cock all the way into her pussy.

She was humming and singing and making animal noises with her mouth around Art’s cock, as Matt finally finished himself off inside of her.

“Switch,” Art said, and Matt and he switched positions.

Now Vanessa had Matt’s slimy cock in her mouth for cleaning, and Art was pumping his prick in and out of her used pussy.

When Matt was cleaned off, he backed away and made room for Bob, whose cock Vanessa was now entertaining in her sucking mouth.

They did the very same thing each time. When Art had cum inside of Vanessa’s pussy, he switched with Bob and had his cock cleaned for him orally, and gave his place to Kenny. And so it went on.

In the process of humping and sucking, Vanessa came twice and was kneeling on the ground tired, when she was finished.

“You’re not done yet,” Art said to her as he came close to her.

Vanessa looked up to see what he meant and it was obvious immediately. They, all four of them, gathered around her and took their cocks out. She simply knelt there and waited for them to do it.

They started kind of one at a time and then all four of them were pissing on Vanessa. She moaned, and opened her mouth, when Art shouted at her to ‘get her fucking mouth open.’

It gave them target and Vanessa simply complied, as they began to finish their pissing using her face and mouth as a target.

When they were done, it was Bob who said with a laugh:

“Hey, guys, this is the most fun we’ve had in an age.”

“Yeah,” Art agreed, “Now grab the bitch by the hands and feet and bring her over here so that we can hose her down again.

Once again Vanessa was treated like a sack of grain and carried by them. They plunked her down in the grass where the hose could reach her and turned the hose on her.

Vanessa squealed from the cold, cold water and tried to crawl away from the spray, only to receive a kick in the ass from Art that sent her sprawling, where she lay and let them play the hose over her as they wished.

They left her there and were talking a bit among themselves. It was Vanessa’s experience that no good at all came from them conferring with one another. She could hear bits and pieces of it. She realized that they had to go to town and were wondering what to do with her.

This made her nervous, because she wasn’t sure what they’d come up with next for her.

Finally, it was Art who said to the group:

“Good, then let’s take her in the barn and get her ready.”

Matt, however, interrupted the procedure and said to all of them:

“Hey, guys, let’s take her into the house first, and let her take a shower to clean herself up. Then we’ll settle her in the barn for the time that we’re away.”

They all looked at each other and it was Kenny who spoke for the group, when he simply said: “Cool.”

Matt then took Vanessa by the arm, saying to her:

“Come on with me; we’ll get you cleaned up.”

They walked into the house. Once inside the house, Vanessa said to Matt:

“Thanks for this.”

“Hey, no problem,” he answered her. “We’re just having fun here.”

He looked at her with a searching glance until she answered him:

“Yes, I know; really so am I.”

Matt smiled at her a kind of a conspiratorial smile.

“Go ahead into the bathroom,” Matt said to her, “Let me know, if you need anything.”

Vanessa went into the bathroom, used the bathroom and then stepped into the shower. It felt good to get the hot water coursing down her body. She realized that she was still turned on, and was tempted to play with her pussy but she thought that there would probably be a lot more of that kind of thing going on, so she’d better just let it go for now.

She was soon out of the shower and drying herself off. It was then that Matt stepped in. He took the towel from her and began to vigorously rub it all over her body.

She held her arms up in the air and let him rub her all over. She watched him, as he rubbed her with the towel, paying close attention to ‘drying’ her pussy and nipples.

Vanessa sighed, as he finished up his job of drying her.

“Thank you, Matt,” she said to him quietly, and, once she’d said it, she moved into his arms for a kiss.

Matt was grinning as Vanessa came to him and put her arms around him. She licked his lips before invading his mouth with her tongue. Then her tongue was searching his lips, his teeth, his tongue and the interior of his mouth.

Matt ground himself into her, as they were clenched into the kiss.

“My, my that looks nice,” a voice said from the doorway of the bathroom.
It turned out to be Bob, who, standing with the other two were watching Matt and Vanessa in their clench.

“There’s some here for all,” Vanessa said simply.

Bob took that as an invitation and moved into the bathroom himself. He was next in Vanessa's arms, next to feel the effect of her exploring tongue; next to be captivated by her oral invasion.

“Boy, can you kiss,” Bob said with enthusiasm.

“Thank you,” Vanessa said and then looked around and said: “Next.”

Next it was Art, who held onto Vanessa almost possessively, as they two kissed next. Art put his tongue into

Vanessa’s mouth and she sucked on it, as though it were his cock that was invading her mouth again.

As they kissed, and she sucked his tongue, Art ran his hands down Vanessa's naked back, letting his hands come to rest on her ass cheeks. She wiggled her ass cheeks ever so slightly to welcome his touch.

“Wow!” Art said with enthusiasm, “You are hot, girl.”

Vanessa smiled a huge smile at her.

Kenny now moved into the room and took his turn in Vanessa's arms. He got the same wet mouth, wet tongue treatment. He had his tongue sucked by her also. And he also took possession of her slightly wiggling ass cheeks during the kiss.

Once Kenny had finished kissing her, Matt spoke up:

“Hey,” he began, “Let’s put off our trip to town for a bit. That’ll give each of us a chance to take her into the bedroom alone, and have a good fuck with her.”

They liked the idea but thought that only two of them should get to go to the bedroom with Vanessa before they went to town; the other two could do so, after they returned.

Again, they agreed because no one wanted to be fourth in line.

They drew cards, and Matt and Art won the first two go rounds with Vanessa.

The others went outside for a bit, and Matt took Vanessa by the hand, to lead her into the bedroom.

When they were together in the bedroom, Matt looked a Vanessa with genuine concern.

“How are you doing?” he wanted to know.

“You mean how am I taking my enslavement, and the ravishing?” she asked that with a smile on her face.

“Well, yes,” he said, “Something like that.

“I’m doing just fine; I only have so much time on this trip and things to do but this is one great way to spend a vacation.”

She continued then: “But let’s not talk just now; I have other things on my mind.”

Matt took the initiative then with her. He led her to the bed, and situated her on the bed so that he could fit himself in between her thighs.

“Ohhhhhh,” Vanessa said, as she felt Matt’s tongue begin to search the inner flanks of her thighs, and the lips of her pussy.

Matt lifted her legs up over his shoulders and began to lick and eat her earnestly.

“OOOOOOOOOOOO, yessssss,” she cried out to him. “You do that; you just do that; you do that and my pussy belongs to you!”

Matt kept at her, inserting his tongue now into the inner sanctum of her vagina and twirling it around, as he sought the prize of her clit. He had Vanessa on the edge of a cliff, having gotten hold of her clit with his tongue and lips. He pushed her off of the cliff into her orgasm, and at the same time moved up to begin the insertion of his cock into her pussy.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” she sang out, “You come to momma now; you just come now; you come to momma now.”

Their fucking was furious as he worked to get himself up and over the edge of his orgasm.
When they were done, they lay for a little bit and simply kissed.

Matt moved eventually and said: “Art is next; do you want to clean up a bit?”

“I think he might want me to,” she answered.

She moved off to the bathroom then and cleaned herself up for Art.

He was waiting for her in the bedroom, as she came in from the bathroom. With no hesitation at all, she went into

Art’s arms, and began to kiss him. His hands, during the kiss, as before, went to her ass cheeks; only this time, he pushed in fingers into her ass crack seeking and moving. His hands, fingers went on pillaging her ass, while he was kissing her and sucking on her lips.

She moaned out loud, when one of his fingers finally found its goal, and stole into her asshole. She clenched and unclenched her ass cheeks to encourage his fingering. And she ended up huffing into his ear, as he moved his finger in and out of her asshole.

Then he was ready from the ass play, and maneuvered her down onto the bed. He raised her legs up over his shoulder and plunged quickly into her pussy, taking her breath away.
Vanessa moaned loud and long into the fucking that Art was giving her. This is what she wanted for her vacation; this just put it to her! She was beginning to enjoy the whole scene with these guys.
She was active beneath him but restricted by his holding her legs over his shoulders still. It gave him position and leverage and he was able to completely fill her up by using both.
Art pulled out at the last moment and came all over Vanessa’s stomach and tits. He flopped down next to her and smiled over at her. With a finger he began to remove the cum from her stomach and tits and feed it to her. She didn’t object at all. She simply opened her mouth and took his finger in, licking and sucking each finger clean.

He said to her: “You can go to the bathroom to clean up now; we have to go into town for a while.”

He took her by the arm and led her into the bathroom to let her clean up.

She could hear them talking in the next room. She also heard someone laughing. That always meant, with these guys, that they were up to something that was going to be ultimately embarrassing for her.

When she was all cleaned up, she went into the other room. They stood smiling at her. It was Art who spoke up.

“We need to go into town; we’re all going so we have decided to do something that will keep you out of trouble, while we’re gone. You don’t mind; do you?”

Vanessa was quick to say ‘no, sir; I don’t mind at all,” know that it was expected of her. She was still a bit apprehensive about what they were going to do.

She was even more apprehensive, when Art produced a length of rope. He tied her hands in front of her and then tied rope around her ankles, so that she was able to only walk in short, short steps.

They laughed at how she looked hobbled with the ankle rope, as they led her to the barn. Once inside the barn, they put her up on a bale of hay. They looped another rope around the one that held her wrists together. Then they tied it up above her head to a hook on one of the bar supports. They tied a second rope around the one that held her ankles in place, and tied it around the barn support also.

She stood there on the bale of hay, trussed to the barn with her hands over her head, and her ankles tied together.

“Comfy?” Art wanted to know.

Vanessa, at this point, knew better than to complain.

“Yes, sir,” she said, “I’m fine.”

“Good,” he said, “We want you to be comfy, while we’re away. Oh, and one last thing.”

He produced her panties then and stuffed them into her mouth, securing them with a piece of tape.

“I think you’ll be very happy now,” he told her, tweaking her nipple hard as he talked to her.

It made her jump, and he laughed, and tweaked the nipple again. It also made her nipples stand out from the tips of her tits, in an exciting manner. She got a similar treatment from all of them before they left her hanging there in the barn.

Vanessa tried to relax into her position. She told herself that it wasn’t so bad; after all, she was simply standing there, and could do so, until they came back.

She became tired of the position after a while but it was certainly bearable.She even tried to doze off into her bonds, as she stood naked, tied to the barn support.
It was a while later that she heard someone making noise. The guys were back.
“At least,” she thought, “They’ll get me out of this position now.”
But her surprise was total when two kids in the early teens entered the barn.
She heard them talking to one another. One of them was saying: “Maybe they’re in here.”
Then he called out “Artie?”
‘It’s obviously Art’s little brother,’ Vanessa thought to herself.
Then they saw her. One of them let out a loud, ‘Holy Shit! Look at her.’
“Who the fuck is that?” the other one speculated.

“The guys obviously have a playmate up here,” Art’s brother said.

“She is really, really hot looking,” the other one chimed in.

“Yeah,” came the exclamation from Art’s brother then, “Look at the tits and ass on her.”

“What should we do?” the other kid asked, “Let her go?”

“Shit no,” Art’s brother said, “They’d kill us; besides, when was the last time that you found a totally naked

woman available with no one around to tell you what to do?”

His friend laughed at that. “No shit, man,” he said in appreciation.

Vanessa simply watched them, as the neared her.

She didn’t try to cry out to them or anything; their conversation had already told her that such a tactic would be futile. But she certainly didn’t trust the enthusiasm of these two young kids.

They were standing on the bale of hay with her now. She just stared at them kind of wide eyed, as they pawed her nipples, pinched her ass, and stuck their eager fingers into her pussy. One of them also slipped his hand around and let his finger seek out her asshole.

It made her wiggle to both try to get away from this treatment and in response to it at the same time.

“Hey,” the other kid said, “Let’s take her down and get her to suck us off.”

“Good idea,” Art’s brother said. Then he addressed Vanessa:

“If we get you down, will you give us each a blow job?”

Vanessa shook her head ‘yes’; she was eager to get down from this position.

“Maybe,” she thought to herself, but she just wasn’t sure if she wanted to ‘get away’ or not. She really wasn’t.

They got her hand, still bound together, loose from the hook on the barn support. Then they got her feet loose also. They helped her down and got her on her knees on the floor.

Then Art’s brother, to make sure that she wasn’t going to get away, took a piece of the rope that had been used to tie her to the barn support and tied her hands over the back of her head to the rope on her ankles. They had her kneeling on the barn floor and at their mercy.

Art’s brother took the panties out of her mouth.

“Oh, thank you,” she said.

“What’s your name?” he wanted to know.

“It’s Vanessa,” was her reply.

“What . . .uh . . .are you doing here?” he wanted to know.

“Well your brother and his friends have kind of taken me captive for a while.”

“Cool!” he said, poking his friend.

The friend then weighed into the conversation: “What do we do now?”

Art’s brother ignored him for the time being and spoke to Vanessa:

“You remember what you promised?”

“Yes, I remember,” she said, “If you gt me down, I’ll give you each a blow job.”

The friend chimed up again frantically:

“What do we do, man?”

Art’s brother turned to him as though he were talking to a retard, and said:

“Easy, slick, you play with her tits, play with her ass, play with her pussy, and I’m going to stick my cock in her mouth.”

The other kid smiled and said simply “Cool!”

Art’s brother did exactly what he said he’d do: He grabbed hold of Vanessa’s head and stuck his cock in her mouth. She was willing enough to do her part of the bargain. She didn’t think that either of them would last long either.

She was right. They were both young kids, and this was a situation of dreams for them. They’d thought about blow jobs but this was the first reality that accosted them.

The kid with Art’s brother was pulling and pinching at Vanessa’s tits as though she were his newly found toy.
She kept on wincing at his insistent pawing of her but was putting up with it fine because she enjoyed having the cock, though small, in her mouth.

Art’s brother exploded in a huge amount of cum, filling Vanessa’s mouth, as he strained against her face to get all of it shot.

He moved away with a kind of starry eyed look on his face and said:

“Fan fucking tastic!”

“Now me,” the other kid said.

“Yes,”Art’s brother said, “Wait ‘til you see how it feels to have your cock in a girl’s mouth! Far fucking out!”

The other kid moved into place, and Vanessa, happy now that he wasn’t roughly pawing at her tits any more, opened her mouth wide to receive him. He lasted even a shorter time that had Art’s brother.
Just as he was creaming into her mouth, and straining through his cumming, the barn door burst open and Art’s voice shouted:

“What the fuck is going on here?”

The kid pulled his cock out of Vanessa’s mouth immediately. Both of them turned around to face the four angry guys that were advancing.

“I asked you two fucks a question,” Art exclaimed again.

“Hey,” his little brother said, “We’re only using her!”

“I’ll ‘use’ you, you two little pricks; now get the fuck out of the barn.”

Then Art turned on Vanessa: “And you . . .”

Before he could go any further, however, Matt jumped in saying:

“Hey, cool it, Art, what the fuck was she supposed to do? They had her hog tied. Be reasonable, man.”
It had the effect of cooing Art down.

“Yeah, man,” Art said. “I’ll take care of the little pricks. I’ll send them home.”

The four men left the barn and confronted the two younger kids.

Art was reasonable with them:

“Okay, you’ve both got your rocks off; now we’re going to be busy here, and I want you to go home.”

His little brother was a bit stubborn, and said: “We will but I want you to tell us about it later.”

Art smiled at his little brother, and said: “Cool, man, I will. Now get going.”

His little brother grinned at him and said: “Can we go back in for a good bye kiss?”

Art growled at him: “I’ll kick your ass, man.”

The two younger kids got on their bikes and left.

Then the four went back into the barn, where Vanessa was waiting, kneeling naked for them.

Matt spoke up then: “Let’s get her untied.”

They proceeded to untie her and, once she was up and had rubbed her wrists and ankles a bit.

“Sucking off the kids, eh?” Art said to her then.

“Yes, sir,” she answered, “I really didn’t see that I had a choice.”

Art let it go at that.

Once she was untied and her wrists and ankles were fine, Bob and Kenny took her to the house for their fuck sessions.

It took a while to satisfy each of them, but this was again a pleasure for Vanessa. They were both considerate and Vanessa enjoyed getting fucked.

They were all together a bit later, when Art spoke up:

“Well, we’ve got hamburger and stuff for dinner and you’re elected to be the cook. I’ve always wanted a naked female cook. Won’t that be a treat?”

“Yes, sir,” Vanessa said, “It will.”

She was also hoping that they didn’t get up to more crazy stuff with her tonight but she was almost certain that they would.

She cooked for them wearing only an apron. She was interrupted countless times to be kissed and fondled by one or another of the four. It was only, when she told them that the dinner would certainly burn, if she had to take time off for blow jobs, that they decided against that.

But she was warned that after dinner and the clean up, she’d be available again.

“Yes, sir,” was her simple answer to that.

Dinner went fine for all five of them. After dinner, with the light failing, they decided to play some cards.

Vanessa was to act as the waitress to keep the guys in beer, as they played cards.

As the evening went on, they got a little more happy with the beer drinking that they’d been doing. While they played cards, they put their heads together and decided that Vanessa should get under the table and deliver the blow jobs that she had postponed, when she was cooking.

She got on her hands and knees, and obediently crawled under the table. She went to Bob first and gave him the first blow job. She spent some time under the table sucking cocks. The guys were getting more and more rowdy.
Finally, one of them asked what they intended to do with her overnight. This made Vanessa nervous, since she dreaded the possibility of being tied up in the barn all night.

It was Art who spoke up: “Come here, I’ll show you.”

They put hand cuffs on Vanessa and left her cuffed to a banister and went out side. When they came back in, they were all laughing. It made Vanessa nervous.

Art spoke for the group:

“Well, sweet ass, we’re tired from all the fucking and sucking that went on today. So we have place to put you for the night that will keep you very well. They took her outside and brought her to the edge of a large hole.

It had been dug for an outhouse that had never been put into place. Normally it had a board covering.

Vanessa shrank back from the edge of it, when the got here there. There was a ladder that was sticking up out of the hole. With flash lights they went into the hole, with Vanessa in the middle of them.

She was already shaking and crying, when they got to the bottom of the hole. There were blankets there and they had Vanessa’s hands and feet tied.

She spoke up then: “Guys, I’ve done everything today that you asked of me, demanded of me; I even sucked off the kids. Please, please, please don’t do this.”

By the time she was finished with the plea, she was shaking and crying. But two of the guys were already up the ladder and out of the hole. Then the other two, leaving a flash light for her.

She began to wail even more, when the last two were out of the hole and put the board covering back over the hole.

She screamed then. It was loud enough that it could be heard in the house.

After about 45 minutes, Matt, woke up the others and told them that they were going to go and get Vanessa out of the pit.

He would hear of no argument from any of them but there was little, since they could all hear her cries.

They lifted the boards off, and put the ladder down; only then did she stop crying. Matt was the first down the ladder and Vanessa clung to him as though her were the last person on earth.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she wailed into his shoulder. “I was so frightened; Don’t like holes . . .don’t like, just don’t like.”

They took her up out of the pit and put her to bed. Both Kenny and Matt slept with her giving her security on either side. It took a while to calm her down, and they were afraid to try anything physical, not sure if she was up to it.

Vanessa, after her fright, slept like she hadn’t in a long, long time. She woke and looked around, only slowly remembering the night before and her terrible fright in the pit. Then she recalled being settled into bed with the two guys, one on either side of her, and the solid comfort of that. It made her smile and look around.

But all that was there was a note on the table by the bed. She swung her feet out of the bed, and took the note. It was brief, and surprising:

“Vanessa, we’re sorry, the guys. Your stuff is in the next room.”

Her stuff was indeed in the next room, he clothes. She wandered around but there was no one around at all.
She noticed that there was coffee, which she made for herself, and then dressed, and sighed for the end of another adventure.

She walked back toward her own place, after looking over the lake for a little bit. When she got there, she took a shower, and helped herself to some breakfast. Vanessa turned the day into one that was simply pampering for her. She relaxed; she read.

She allowed herself to do a mental inventory of all that had happened with ‘the guys. She discovered that she had loved 98% of all of it. She was sitting on her porch, drinking a beer, while she was thinking of it. There was no one around; it was quiet. So, she took her shorts off and played with her pussy right there in the clearing in the woods, where her cabin was located. Pinching her nipples at the same time, she worked her fingers under the leg band of her panties and stroked until she came to a happy orgasm.

She also decided that it was time for her to get her research done. She spent the next two days doing that. She made some progress but realized that any progress with things like slave lists would be meager indeed.

She treated herself out to very nice dinners, not really minding dining alone.

But then as her time was winding down at the cabin, she made a decision after dinner one night. She was going back to where the guys might be.

The next morning in mid morning, on a hot day, she put on her hiking shorts, a tee shirt, no bra this time, and a pair of red nylon panties and set out.

As she got to where she knew the barn was, after a nice, long brisk walk, she could hear them before she saw them. She realized that they were in the lake. She made her approach to the lake so that she couldn’t be seen.

Sure enough, she found them all splashing in the lake like little boys. It made her smile. Before stepping into the clearing where they could see her she took off her hiking shoes an socks. Then she stepped forward. They saw her immediately and there was dead silence.

Vanessa did two things at one time:

She spoke up:

“You pricks!” she said with vehemence.

They were still silent and just watched her.

But as she spoke to them, she slipped her tee shirt over her head, revealing her naked tits.

“You left me,” she went on, “Without a goof bye fuck. What kind of manners was that?”

Saying this, she took her shorts off, and then her panties, and waded into the water toward the grinning guys.

They made up for it during the whole day.

Epilogue:

She was driving home; it was toward evening, and the dusk was settling in. She went over a hill and onto a straight stretch, when her breath caught in her throat. There ahead at the side of the road was a young guy hitch hiking.
Vanessa smiled a determined smile and pulled over for him.

He introduced himself as Henry, when she told him her name. In response to her question, he said that he was going ‘up north’, and named a town farther than she’d be able to take him.

After a while, that was filled with polite but pleasant conversation, Vanessa told Henry that she was going to soon stop for the night. She wanted to know did he want to do that?

He hemmed and hawed a bit and said that he thought that he’d ‘keep in truckin’ north’ instead. She knew immediately what he meant.

“Look, Henry,” she said, “Do me a favor and share a room with me. I’ll pay it’s no big thing but it’s going to be dark soon.”

He seemed to be genuinely shy, and she assured him that they could share a room and give each other the necessary privacy.

He reluctantly agreed. They had a fast food kind of supper and found a motel to crash at.

Once they were settled into the room, since it was late, Vanessa said that she was going outside for a short walk to give Henry the opportunity to get ready for bed and get into bed in privacy.

When she came back into the room, he was in bed. He just smiled at her, as she went for her turn in the bathroom. He told her, as she went into the bathroom, which of the towels he’d used for his shower.

Vanessa took a shower, all the time smiling at how polite and shy Henry had turned out to be. He certainly was not the fantom captor of her fantasies. She put her fingers down into her pussy to play with herself and bring herself to an orgasm, when she changed her mind, finished the shower and got out.

There was still a light on in the room, when she emerged from the bathroom. Henry had his back turned to the bathroom, when she came out but turned to look, when Vanessa said simply: “Henry.”

He looked out at her wide eyed, as she came toward his bed, for she had come out of the bathroom totally naked.

She pulled back the covers and got into bed with him.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh,” was all that Henry could think of to say.

“Yes, ohhhhhhh,” was Vanessa’s reply.

She wasted not time at all but reached down and found Henry’s already stiff cock nestled inside of his boxers.

She had snuggled up next to him, pressing her naked tits against him, he was breathing hard already.

“When was the last time that this big boy was inside a woman’s mouth?” she wanted to know.

“Only once!” Henry said kind of breathlessly.

“Well, Henry,” Vanessa said in a whisper, “Here comes twice. We’ll do this first for you and get to me later. You just enjoy.”

She kicked off the covers then and, sliding his boxers down and off, threw them onto the floor. She moved until she was completely between Henry’s thighs and she grabbed his stiff, standing up cock.

“You watch now, Henry,” she cooed at him, “You watch Vanessa turn into Henry’s cock sucker right here and now.”

With that she licked the head of his cock all the way around; Henry moaned.

She took the crown into her head, swirling her tongue around the entire crown, making sure she licked the sensitive under side of it.

Henry groaned again.

Then she plunged her head downward, taking all the cock into her mouth in the process that she could manage.
Henry came this time.

Vanessa held the cock tightly in her mouth as Henry flailed his hips up in thrusts, sending his cum into her mouth and throat. He came in a flood, and some of it leaked out onto his stomach.

As soon as she had him cleaned off, she began to lick the cum off of his stomach. Then she lay, still holding his cock and smiling. Henry was smiling too.

Henry’s cock was hard again in no time at all.

“This time’s for me,” Vanessa said, guiding Henry into position so that he could begin by licking her pussy, and eating her out. When she was almost ready, she hauled Henry up and let him fuck her.

They collapsed together, after Henry fucked her. They drifted off to sleep but Henry fucked Vanessa two more times within the next hour and a half.

Vanessa looked over at the illumined clock and saw that it was 2:45 AM. Henry was moving, and she could feel his stiff cock pressing against her ass cheeks.

She turned over and said: “Henry, sweetie, I have to get something.”

She came back with some jelly and began to rub it all over Henry’s cock.

“What are you doing,” he whispered.

“Sweetie,” she answered, “We’re going to have to use my asshole this time; both my pussy and my mouth are kind of sore. So let’s use this alternative.”

“Really?” he asked her in awe.

“Really,” she said to him, positioning his cock at her rosebud like asshole. “Push it in easy and then get a rhythm and we’ll be fine.

They were fine, and Henry was simply in heaven.

They travelled in good companionship the next day. Finally, they neared the turning point where Vanessa would have to go east to get home, and Henry was going north.

She pulled into a rest area a few miles south of the turn off. She parked the van at the end of the rest area lane, and told Henry to get into the back with her.

Once they were there, she knelt in front of him and with him smiling and watching, she unzipped his pants, took out his cock and began to suck him off again. All the time that she was sucking, she looked up into his eyes.

She spent some time licking around the head of his cock, and then would plunge it all the way down into he throat. She used this method on him until he was ready to cum in her mouth once more. She held onto his cock with her lips kind of locked around it, letting it spurt into her mouth and throat.

She let Henry off shortly after that, and headed for home. She discovered that her next photo shoot was already on her mind. It meant that she was ready to be home.

“But what a great vacation,” she smiled to herself.

The End

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