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Feb 11 - 2009
August 3 - 2011

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“Black Man’s Meat”
by Jay Merson





The aircraft touched a little bumpily down on the runway in the blistering Caribbean heat, it was early afternoon and the plane taxied slowly toward the terminal building but, halted abruptly once off the runway.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” the hostess’s voice crackled over the intercom. “We have five or ten minutes to wait to dock at the disembarkation point and we ask for your patience during that time. Please remain seated...”

Tessa Hampton looked out of the window and sighed heavily, her impatience and irritation showing in her huff and the way she shifted irritably in her seat. Why were people so bloody irritating? She wondered and more to the point why did it always affect me? Tessa looked at her watch and not even a moment had passed since the announcement, it would be a long ten minutes wait indeed. The gruelling flight, the bustle and queues at the airport, the incompetent hostesses and, the annoying passengers that had made her flight a sufferance rather than a relaxed journey. She couldn’t wait to get away to the tranquillity of her holiday villa, to the beach and the wonderful stillness free of other people.

They were all so dreadfully silly and stupid she felt, lesser beings in life that had to be tolerated by her even if it took monumental effort on her part to do so. She was good looking, extremely so and this she already knew, she had a good body too and there - lay the problem. Men would look and leer, drool and mentally undress her; she shuddered in revulsion and looked longingly at the tall swaying palm trees far off at the side of the terminal building. Her legs and breasts, her backside and even up her skirt they would look if they could, men were so revolting, animals with their brains in their pants. She pondered if ever she might find a man that would suit her, could come up to her standards and to become her partner without annoying her each and every day of the week – she doubted it. She was cleverer than most, refined, educated and wise, she was cultured and possessed manners whereas others appear to be sadly lacking in all schooling of life, common sense seeming to have passed most people by and men most of all, for they were the real problem in her life.

Sex she had not enjoyed on the few occasions she had tried, the disgusting way men felt at her breasts, stroked at her thighs and… her gaze moved to the ebony black male steward that walked down the isle toward her and she shivered in disgust. Blacks were worse again, they stared and ogled so blatantly, as though they had never seen a white woman before, much less get to touch one. A rare grin creased her face; this was one woman no black man would ever get nearer than three-feet to, that was for sure.

Her friend Jenny would arrive in three days time and then they could be together, could chill out and simply take in the relaxing opportunities and silence that the island offered. Not given to lesbian tendencies she and Jenny were firm friends and nothing more, despite the silly rumours banded around by the rejected and vengeful males of their home town. Two young women that shared a dislike of men, preferring instead the companionship of a like-minded woman that understood how the world should be. She grinned again at the thought of them both not liking black men and yet, choosing to holiday on a Caribbean island. Men though, whatever their colour, were not on the menu this holiday, it had been agreed between the two girls and that is the way it would be.

Finally the plane lurched forward and taxied painfully slowly around the apron of the airfield and close to the terminal building. Tessa stood, retrieved her hand luggage and joined the file of passengers heading to the exit, she looked away in impatient and deliberate irritation as the male steward bade her farewell and wished her a good holiday. A shiver ran down her spine and she felt relieved to be out in the warm air, the fresh air, away from the creepy black man and all other males on the plane.


***


The weeping girl was stretched up on tiptoe, pulled up by the rings in her nipples and teetering unsteadily in precarious balance as she tried to ease the dreadful strain on her tender buds. She was naked, her hands tied together behind her back and being led around the dance floor by the evil Blackman taunting her. His arm was held high above his shoulder, pulling on the thin cords attracted to her nipple rings, leading her around like a little dog and snatching at them cruelly if she failed to keep pace with him.

The crowd was clapping and stamping their feet, mocking the captive white slut that would provide the entertainment that night. The atmosphere was building, the dancing and drinking temporarily suspended whilst the floor show took place, a heavy sexually charged atmosphere that ran through every single black person in the crowd.
At the centre of the dance floor the man halted and raised his arm higher still, stretching the wailing girl’s nipples even harder and drawing a roar of approval from the baying crowd. Then the chant began.

“Fuck the white slut - fuck the white slut - fuck the white slut,” and grew as each man in the crowd joined in, clapping in delight and in time with the chanting of the others. Finally and only as the tall Blackman raised his other arm and called for quite id the chant tail off and finally end to leave the big dancehall silent in excited anticipation.

Only the sobbed weeping of the captive girl broke the heavy silence, punctuated by the occasional sharp cry of pain from her as the man tugged sadistically hard on the cords to tear at the sore and tender nipples. He squatted and lifted a small wooden flap in the floor, turning the buried metal ring clock-wise so as to gain easier access to it. His big fingers threaded the cords through the ring and then he pulled, drawing the cords through and in turn pulling the wailing white slut down onto her knees. Still he pulled, drawing the cords through until the girls, nipples were touching the floor, the side of her face pressed down on the polished floorboards and her naked backside stuck up high in the air.

The chanting was louder now, rhythmic and steady, even and calculated, like a priest’s chant as a sacrifice was led to the altar. That chant changed to a loud roar of approval as the general lights dimmed and powerful spotlight beams highlighted the couple in the centre of the dance floor. It bathed them in a greenish hue of light as the focal point of the whole nightclub, his dark black skin and her pale white body as the centre of attraction. Another loud roar went up, loud cheering and clapping followed as the big black man undid his shirt and pulled it off to proudly display his sculptured muscular chest. The applause became louder and noisier still as he dropped his trousers, stepped out of them and kicked them aside. When he dropped his underpants though the crowd fell silent, the enormous size of his stiff cock defying belief and stunning all present. Then the cheering began again.

The man picked up his crumpled trousers and slipped out his leather belt, winding one turn around his hand and taking a firm grip on the buckle end. He raised his arm high above his shoulder and looked around the crowd seeking confirmation, whipping his audience into a frenzy of sexually-fuelled thrill and excitement and playing fully his part as her tormentor.

“Yes!” the crowd roared as one voice.

He swung down hard, leather cracking loudly on white female skin, a savage blow of full sadistic meaning that stung wickedly hard across the centre of the kneeling slut’s back.

Her whole body jolted under the slamming impact, air was forced from her lungs and then the girl went into a series of uncontrollable shaking convulsions that racked her slight frame. Then the screaming started, a high-pitched and wailing scream that fully portrayed her acute and deep suffering, piteous and heartfelt her screamed sobs made the ears of everyone present crackle with the volume of them.

“Again!” the crowd roared and he did so, whipping the wide belt this time at her presented buttocks and landing a ferocious blow that cracked loudly and echoed around the whole nightclub. Then again he struck and then again, thrashing the white slut’s backside until her skin glowed red and her frantic screaming at a level that could not be tolerated any longer. The man relented after the sixteenth lash and paused, panting hard and triumphant, his chest pushed out proudly and his cock rearing in excited anticipation. He cast the belt aside, gripped his cock and shifted his hips to jerk them forward in a mock and lewd fucking action.

“Fuck the white slut. Fuck the white slut. Fuck the white slut.”

The man, with his arms now held above his head like a prize boxer displaying his prowess, moved around behind the kneeling white bitch. His monster cock bounced and twitched both with the movement of his body and with the excitement pulsing through him. It looked a veritable weapon, a thick and hard truncheon of throbbing and menacing black flesh with a pink bulbous head where is rubbery foreskin had bulled back down the shaft. He knelt behind her to a loud cheer from the crowd and then gripped the girl’s hips with both his big hands, a beaming smile etched on his face.

“Noooooooooooo!” the sobbing girl screamed as the man located the huge bulbous head of his cock against the slit of her pussy.

“Yeeeesssssss!” the crowd roared back excitedly.

The big man pushed in, his thick cock stretching the girl’s cunt lips cruelly and then drove his long cock fully up her cunt in one brutally hard and powerful lunge.

The girl cried out and then screamed, she gagged and retched as the awful pain ripped through her, her delicate insides stretched so terribly brutally - and then she began to vomit. Her whole body was jarred and bucked as the big Blackman took up a powerful thrusting into her, pulling hard back on her narrow hips to drive every inch of his huge cock into her body. Her head lolled and shook, her tits jiggled and pulled against the cord attached to her nipples and her taut little buttocks were pounded mercilessly under the slamming of his powerful hips against her.

“Harder! Faster! Fuck the slut hard!” the cry went up, the rest of the crowd applauding wildly, some of them getting to their feet as the excitement ran around the entire audience. The big Blackman complied, ramming his cock harder and faster into the screaming girl’s cunt, his big ball-sac slapping hard against her little clitoris on each hard inward thrust he gave. He pulled back until just the head of his long cock was inside her pussy tunnel and then drove hard back into to defile her little body savagely.

On and on the frantic fucking went, many long minutes passed in noisy revelry as he fucked the poor little white girl hard and brutally without a care for her well-being, playing instead to the crowd and taking his own pleasure with her. Finally he tensed and groaned, he pulled back, rested his cock on the top of her buttocks and came to orgasm, a long jet of his hot cum arching in the air to splatter down on the back of her head and shoulders. The crowd went wild, jumping up and down, stamping their feet and cheering loudly in cat-calls and screamed insults at the girl. Finally, and as the big black man finished, there was a surge forward, eager crowd members wanting their turn at defiling the white slut’s orifices and body. Some eight to ten black men moved quickly out onto the dance floor, fumbling at their trousers in their haste to free their stiff cocks. Some jockeyed for position to use her arse and her cunt, others lifted her head to use her mouth whilst more stood around the sobbing girl, their cocks in their hands and pumping frantically at them to wank themselves to a finish. More cheers went up as each of the men came, coating the kneeling white girl’s tortured body in copious globules of thick and hot black man’s cum.



***


On the transfer bus across the tarmac, at passport control, customs and even in baggage reclaim the men stared and leered, their black faces lit up with wide white eyes and sparkling white teeth. It continued with the coach driver, the holiday firm guide and even the hotel receptionist when they finally arrived there.

Tessa’s annoyance grew as the big black bellboy carried her luggage through the hotel, out into the sprawling gardens and along the path through the trees to her villa. Deliberately he would hang back so as to ogle her backside and when she slowed her pace to walk along side him he ogled her breasts instead. Tessa halted abruptly, her face flushed and her nostrils flaring wild rage.

“Had a good enough look have you?” she shouted, all of her frustrations boiling up and spilling out in an angry and emotional outburst.

The black man simply grinned and ran his gaze down to the points of her breasts and then on down to the hem of her short skirt, ogling her greedily and blatantly.

Tessa huffed in resignation and stalked off along the path at a fast pace. If her cases weren’t so heavy she would have dismissed him and carried her cases herself. It was though what he was paid for and why the hell should she struggle when she a boy to do it for her. She would though make a complaint to the hotel management and to the holiday company, no woman should be subjected to such humiliating behaviour, she felt.

At the villa the bellboy put down her cases on the wooden floorboards of the covered veranda and held out his hand for a tip, his lips parted in a wide smile that seemed permanently etched on his face.

“You’ll get no tip from me,” Tessa snapped haughtily, put the key in the door and turned it. She picked up her cases, kicked the door open with one foot and stalked inside, kicking the door shut with other foot to slam it hard and noisily in the bellboy’s face.
“Animals!” she said aloud in exasperation. “Bloody sex-starved animals.”


***

Myton, bone-breaker to those in the know, lounged back confidently on the bench seat of the alcove, in the dimmed lights of the far corner of the nightclub. It was late afternoon, the club closed to the public and he, as the owner, was sorting out his staffing and other routine problems. The huge and ugly black man was snappily dressed in a starched white shirt and beige slacks, chunky gold bracelets adorned his wrists, rings his fingers and around his neck three obviously expensive necklaces also in gold. His hair was frizzed and wiry, tied back in a ponytail by a scarlet silk ribbon, the natural curls in the black locks laying on his shoulders and a little down his back. Coloured beads had been plaited in at the front of his hair above the forehead and at either temple a long lock hung down the side of his face. The style though didn’t hide the long angled scar that ran from his left cheek bone back to his ear and nor should it, it was a mark of his trade, one that helped his reputation within the criminal underworld.

“Only four likely ones arrived on this week’s plane,” one of his henchmen said Myton. “Two older ones with their husbands and not really worth the effort, one shaggable little blonde piece and one that… Well, is a bit of a mystery in a way.”

Myton drained his glass of aperitif and lemonade mix and wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. When he spoke his voice was deep and rasping, matching perfectly his rough and ready look, howsoever he tried to disguise it with designer clothes.

“Mystery? How so?”

“She is perfect for our needs but, well… Let the boy at the hotel tell you. The Bay- side villa complex, on the main island,” the henchman said pointing to the bellboy standing back about twenty feet from the table and on the edge of the polished wooden dance floor. The man that had carried Tessa’s cases looked so ill-at-ease and so frightened that it seemed his might shit his pants at anytime. At the henchman’s wave he rushed forward to within four feet of the table, halted suddenly and then stood with his cap in his hands fiddling nervously with it.
“She is alone,” the bellboy croaked. He cleared his throat and then continued, his voice quavering with fear. “But two names are booked for that villa, both women, I checked the hotel register myself – when no-one was around of course. The other woman arrives in three days time, to stay in the same villa.”
Myton sat silently for a moment and then waved his big hand casually in dismissal to send the bellboy scurrying away, back to the dance floor as though the angel of death was behind him.
“Give him a few bank notes for his trouble and tell him to keep his eyes open at the hotel.”
The henchman stood and fished in his pocket for a few notes then Myton added a chilling after thought.
“Tell him also, that if he opens his mouth he will wind up in the swamps with his guts as dinner for the alligators.”
“Should we take her now?” the henchman asked as he returned from paying and despatching the bellboy. “Within two hours she would be off the main island and here on ours, no-one will ever find her after that.”
Myton pondered a moment and then shook his head. “No point in unduly drawing attention to our little scheme.” A wicked smile broke over his face, “We might even get two for the price of one.”
The henchman sniggered and then nodded. “Okay, I’ll put one of our men onto it and keep tabs on her, the bellboy can’t be trusted feed us what we need to know, I feel.”
It was Myton that nodded this time and then said in a bored tone. “That little white waitress that dropped the tray of drinks last night, arrange a little floor show with her.” He stood, his great height and bulk dwarfing all around him. “And make sure that the stupid little bitch suffers for her clumsiness.”

***

The villa was perfect, Tessa thought. To the front it faced into the complex grounds, hidden back under the swaying palm trees its aspect gave out onto well-tended gardens with brightly coloured shrubs and neat pathways that wound around the lawn areas. Shade and fountains abounded in the tranquil gardens with each villa set no closer than fifty feet from the next and all were individually designed and differing in their facings. At the rear, the villa veranda gave out onto smaller but equally beautifully forested gardens with a lockable gateway opening out directly onto the beach. There, Tessa could sit and snooze on the veranda or within a couple of minutes be on the soft white sands of the beach and paddling in the turquoise blue waters of the Caribbean sea.
She decided to forego the beach so late in the day and to reserve that for the morning. Tonight she would shower and change, would select a good novel and have a relaxing drink or two, perhaps more, at the rush-roofed open-air bar in the centre of the complex gardens. Tessa began to hum merrily as she switched on the shower and went through to the big bedroom to undress.

***

The nightclub was packed, full to capacity with more hopeful revellers queuing outside as the hour for the regular floorshow neared. The private and exclusive small island, along with its equally exclusive nightclub, made it the number one place to go in the Caribbean islands. They came by ferry, in private launches of all shapes and sizes and one even in his private helicopter along with a party of visiting friends. Only two rules applied at the island night club, the first was, that to become member and to gain entry you had to be black, and the second rule, if it needed to be a rule, was that you had to have enough money to afford the very high membership fees asked. For those fees though not only music was provided, cabarets and floor shows were included, shows that always involved white girls being abused, unwilling girls, kidnapped girls, young white women forced into ‘waitressing’ and serving the member’s needs – black men’s meat.
At the stroke of two in the morning the music stopped abruptly and the dance floor cleared, the excited revellers melting back to the sides of the dance area to form a human square up to fifteen people deep around it. Men, all black and some women, also black stood with drinks in their hands eagerly awaiting the entertainment for the night. Time was allowed for over-priced drinks to be served and glasses refilled, the sullen faced white waitresses performing their duties with the utmost reluctance. The girls, dressed uniformly in white open necked blouses and dark blue pleated skirts, were groped and fondled freely as they moved between the guests, black hand slipping up under their skirts and grabbing at their breasts though their clothing. Under the watchful eye of their keepers the weeping girls served the customers as well as adding a tantalising sexual stimulant to the entertainment to come.
The lights dimmed and the spotlights came on to bath the centre of the dance floor in bright, focused light. A ripple of murmurs ran through the crowd as the heavy wooden frame was carried into what now had become, an arena. Four beefy black men carried the framework, placed it to one side of the large square area and then took up positions with one of them standing at each edge of the arena, their hands clasped in front of them and facing into the centre.
A gasp went up from the crowd as to one side of the arena the audience parted abruptly and the young waitress was shoved roughly in, sprawling headlong on the floor in the centre of the square. The girl lay there on her front, her head lifted and she looked around the faces of the crowd, her expression on of bewilderment then changing to one of utter dread and total fear. Quickly she scrambled to her feet, her head snapping first in one direction and then the other, trying to seek a route of escape - but found none. She was surrounded by a mass of sexually aroused black men and hemmed in by four ugly and brutal looking henchmen that grinned inanely at her panic. She stood shaking, undecided and that uncertainty showing in her expression and her manner. She flicked her long brown hair back off her forehead and then suddenly made a headlong dash toward the side of the arena that backed onto the exit doors.
It was a desperate but futile attempt at escape, one that was easily checked by one of the big henchmen who sidestepped into her of her path of flight and grabbed her around the waist to pull her back onto him, her back against his front. He lifted her easily with the one arm, her slight frame a featherweight against his powerful and bulky body. He held her there, pulled hard back onto him, her feet clear of the floor as the girl screamed and kicked her legs wildly in a silly and ineffective attempt to break free of his hold. For a moment or two, and to the delight of the baying crowd, he allowed her to flail her arms and legs uselessly and to scream her abuse loudly, then he began the cabaret.
His free hand reached over her shoulder and grabbed her blouse at the front, his big hand ripped the thin material easily with a powerful yank to tear it down one side, exposing one of her breasts contained within the black bra cup and to bare her shoulder and part of her waist. He put her down and shoved her hard in the back, propelling her unstoppably across the dance floor and into the arms of his colleague on the other side. The noise was deafening as the crowd roared and cheered their delight and that increased as the second man pulled and ripped at the remnants of the girl’s blouse to shred it from her body, pulling so hard on the torn material that she was spun around and unbalanced.
The girl cowered back in fear, her arms held across her chest to try to cover her exposed cleavage. She was sobbing uncontrollably and hunched down, her gaze flicking around her urgently fearing the next attack on her. That came within seconds, a third henchman stepped in front behind her, his big fingers grasping her bra strap at the back, he yanked it hard to snap the thin material with ease and then stepped back again to his position as the crowd howled their delight. She was now cupping her breasts, trying desperately to hold the cups to cover her orbs, her head was down and she was crying out a wailing in her humiliation.
The fourth big man stepped in; he grasped both her wrists, one with each of his huge hands and hoisted her arm high above her head. The bra fell away and the audience cheered their appreciation at the side of her breasts, naked and bared to all, displayed all around as the man turned her in each direction in turn. He released her, kicking hard at her backside to send the slut stumbling forward, again clutching at her breasts in an effort to retain some little modesty from the hungry eyes of the crowd. She howled a pained scream as the first man moved in, his gaze at her little skirt and his hand reaching out to grab it.
She pulled back, avoiding him and ran around him, ducking to avoid the grabbing hands of the other men and her little cries of fear drowned out by the clapping and chanting. The second time the girl wasn’t so fast, the man in the centre grabbed a handful of her skirt and swung her around by it, knocking her off her feet to sprawl on her back on the floor with him holding tight to the pleated material. She screamed as he yanked, the force of it turning her onto her side and lifting her and then the crowd roared approval as the skirt ripped and was torn clean from her body. In just her little white panties the girl scrabbled to her feet, one arm held across her naked breasts and the other hand down between her legs to try to cover her pussy mound. She squealed and screeched in fear as she ran around between the four men, ducking and dipping her upper body to avoid the many grabbing hands, eager hands that tried to get at the last material defences covering her nakedness.
The crowd were going wild, jumping up and down and shouting and clapping encouragement to the four black men as they tried again and again to snare the slippery eel of a frightened girl determined to evade them. It didn’t talk long for two of the men to work in tandem, manoeuvring her between them and then closing the trap to snare the kicking and struggling girl as thy held her in their arms.
She was lifted high by one man as the other gripped her panties and yanked them down, first to her knees and then clean off. There was a scrabbling in the crowd as her little panties were thrown into it, the revellers eager to gain a memento of the evening’s fun. All four men now moved in on her, each grabbing one of her arms and legs then, holding her about waist height and spread-eagled between them with her legs pulled wide apart, the men carried her around the arena, displaying her stretched pussy to the howling crowd. For several minutes they paraded her, carrying her like a prize at the end of a hunt and then they put her down on the floor and held her as she was, spread-eagled and pinioned, helpless and vulnerable in her nakedness.
One man took over both her wrists, pulling her arms back over her head to maintain the strain and stretch on her body as his now liberated companion, undid his trousers and readied his stiff black cock. The big man knelt between her open thighs, pushed the head of his cock to her pussy slit and then rammed the entire length of his cock up the slut in one hard and brutal lunge of his powerful hips. His backside pumped up and down like a mating rabbit as the girl screamed her little heart out, her tight little pussy stretched painfully by the huge size of the black man’s cock. He slammed hard into her, forcing all of his cock up her and his pace fuelled by the chanting and shouted encouragement of the crowd.
A huge roar went up as he tensed and came, loud applause heralded his orgasm and continued as he pumped his thick cum up into her delicate interior. He pulled out of the sobbing girl, his softening black cock glistening with it’s coating of her cunt juices and a thread of his come hanging from the end. He then took over the hold on one of the girl’s legs to free his colleague to take his turn with her.
Once all four men had had the girl she was strapped to the framework, hung face down over the horizontal rail with her arse in the air and her head and feet hanging down either side. She was strapped in securely, her arms and ankles pulled wide apart and thick leather straps buckled up around her limbs to pinion her tightly to the frame.
Myton then stepped out into the arena, the whole scene falling suddenly silent as his threatening aurora radiated out to all present. The big, black criminal boss stood tall and erect, his head up and shoulders back as he addressed the audience.
“One hard slap on her arse each and then you get to fuck her,” he announced grandly. “What am I bid for the first quest to have the slut?”
“Fifty!” someone at the back of the crowd shouted eagerly. “Fifty-five!” another shouted and “A hundred,” another of the audience called out, “If that is, I can fuck her arse.”
His comment drew a roar of laughter from the crowd and a rare smile from Myton. The big man chuckled and smiling broadly he shouted back. “We have a deal, step up and stretch the slut’s arse hole for her.”
More laughter and clapping followed as the man, undoing his trousers on the move, took up position behind the tethered girl, slapped her backside once and then groaned loudly as he forced his cock hard up her tiny little arse hole. One he was pumping hard in and out of her and a steady rhythm had been achieved Myton called the crowd to attention again and continued the bidding. “Who will be next I wonder? Do I hear a bid for seventy?”
The bidding was loud and long as the men paid and began forming a queue, each waiting their turn to get their cock into the white slut, and to fill her with another dose of black man’s cum.

***

The scene at the nightclub was very different to that in the open-air bar of the hotel complex. Tessa sat at the bar, on a high stool with her legs crossed and sipping at her fourth drink. It was a relaxing atmosphere mostly for her, soft music played out over the speaker system and the evening air was warm and inviting, other guests milled around chatting and laughing, slipping quickly into holiday mood with the aid of a few chilled drinks.
Tessa had dressed normally enough, if perhaps a little skimpily given her dislike for being ogled. She wore a thin and flowery patterned dress in pale pink with a figure- hugging cut to it that clung to the contours of her body and left little to the imagination. It was short, mid-thigh when standing but when seated as she was, the hem pulled far back up her thigh to show a good expanse of bare leg and came a tantalising closeness to her crotch. Her long brown hair had been styled, pinned up at the back of her head to show a long and elegant sweep to her long neck. Her black bra could be made out beneath the thin pink material dress, as could the shape of her little panties and she cursed herself for not having worn an under slip or better still a longer dress.
Two other things marred the idyllic scene for Tessa though, the black and overly-polite barman and another equally repulsive black man seated on a stool a few feet back from her. He stared and leered constantly, his gaze moving up her legs to her thighs, then to her breasts and then to her face before dropping back down again in reversing order. For many long minutes she endured his hungry stares, seething with rage and struggling to hold it in control. Finally Tessa snapped, turned on her stool and faced him full on; waving her hand to ensure that she had his full attention to her intended remark. When she spoke her voice was high in pitch and full of venomous sarcasm, haughty and self-righteous, fully portraying her displeasure with the man.
“Have you nothing better to do than to slobber and drool over me all night?”
He didn’t flinch, the man continued to stare at her, his gaze dropping to probe at the hem of her dress and to take advantage of the flash of black panty gusset that her new position offered.
“No I haven’t,” he said simply and smiled.
Tessa got down from the stool in a seething rage, snatched up her handbag and stomped off through the trees in foul temper, back to the privacy of her villa and away from the leering black men of the island.

***

Myton took the photographs one by one as the henchman handed them to him. He studied each with a critical eye but his pleasure at what he saw was obvious in his expression.
The were by his private pool, on the terrace of his villa, on the same private island but a few miles away from his nightclub. A remote setting high up on the cliff with a deep gorge to separate its grounds from the mainland of the island, an island all of its own and accessed only by a short, strong bridge guarded by armed henchmen.
“Tessa Hampton,” the henchman related as he handed the next photo across to his boss. “Pictures taken in the complex grounds by our man I planted there. She’s from London, a company executive and man hater it seems. Dislikes us blacks intensely and feels that she is too good looking and too clever for men, they being lesser mortals on this earth.”
“Lesbian?” Myton asked in interest.
“Appears not. She just hates men.”
“A most fuckable little bitch, isn’t she?” Myton offered.
The henchman grinned.
“On the dance floor perhaps more fucked than fuckable?”
Myton’s expression was set and serious, he reached down to his groin, gripped his stiffening cock through his shorts and eased it to one side. “This little slut is for me. Later she can work the club but for now, she will be my private property, see to it that all of our men know not to touch her.”
The henchman nodded and put his hand out for the photos, quickly retracting it as it became obvious that Myton intended to keep them.
“And,” the henchman added with not a little pride and glee sounding in his tone, “I have a photo of her friend that arrives the day after tomorrow. It fell out of her suitcase when our man was putting the clean laundry in her villa.”
Myton sat upright in his seat, his hand extended eagerly for the picture. He snatched it, turned into better light and looked hard at the girl in the photo. After a moment he turned back, dropped the photo on the patio table and sat back.
“Nice but not great, not worth hanging around for, we have better meat than her at the club right now.” He pondered a moment and then slapped his palm down on the armrest of the sun lounger. “I won’t wait,” he stated decisively. “Bring me the Tessa slut - today.”


***


Tessa kicked her bare feet in the cooling shallow waters of the gently sloping beach, ambling casually and unhurriedly through the surf toward the far end of the beach, to the tranquil spot far away from other people. She wore a small bikini in bright yellow, the colour she felt, did so enhance a good even tan and that in turn would improve on her already good looks. Equipped with the present novel she was reading, her sun hat, a good pair of sunglasses and a beach towel, she splashed her way along the deserted beach and then turned in and up the beach toward the tree-line. At about fifteen feet back from the sea and midway up the beach she stopped and spread out the towel, sitting down immediately on it and blowing out a sigh of relief at finally being alone. She undid her bikini top and bared her breasts, lay back with her hat covering her face and then closed her eyes to rest.
Her thoughts turned to Jenny, she looked forward much to her friend arriving, to having someone to chat with, to be able to voice her disgust at the blatant ogling she was being subjected to and, to be able to travel around the islands with a companion.
A sixth sense, an inner warning or simply natural instincts, call it what you will, Tessa felt it. She raised herself onto her elbows, lifted the brim of her hat and looked to her right along the beach. Two black men she saw, still a good way off but walking straight toward her. She was in a lonely spot, vulnerable and against two men, utterly defenceless. Tessa, now concerned, snatched up her bikini top and stood up to put it on, as she did so she noted the same in the other direction, two more black men walking toward her and then panic began to fill her. She was trapped, on the beach between four black men and not a soul in sight to come to her aid. She turned and looked to the tree-line, to the thick undergrowth of the jungle inland, looked again at the black men closing in on her and then broke into a run, heading up into the trees.
Her bikini top was left on the beach and her breasts bounced side to side as she ran, her thighs pumped furiously to drive her legs in flight and her heart beat wildly in her chest. Tessa looked back over her shoulder as she entered the tree line and uttered a cry of terror, the men were running also now, following her in chase as she crashed blindly into the undergrowth and headed deeper into the jungle. With her arms held up in front of her face as protection from the stinging branches she plunged on through the undergrowth, oblivious to the scratching of her bare legs and even her breasts as the twigs and leaves tore at her delicate skin. She ran on in panicked flight, leaping at times over low bushes and ducking under over hanging branches. Her body was coated in a film of sweat as she hurtled blindly deeper and deeper into the thick jungle, her eyes wide in terror and her breathing loud and rapid.
She could hear them behind her, crashing noisily through the brush and trees, fanning out to her sides also in an effort to trap her. They were closing on her and that spurred her to run faster still, tripping and stumbling at times as her panic rose. Tessa cupped her breasts with her hands to stop the orbs bouncing, the painful jiggling also hampering her speed. She veered left and then right, weaving in her direction so as to try to throw the pursuing men off but failed miserably. Within a moment more one of them was running close behind her and another was to her side. A thudding push slammed into the centre of her back to throw her forward stumbling and staggering, finally to trip and to crash heavily to her knees and then flat on her face on the leafy jungle ground.
They were at her in an instant, many black hands grasping her wrists and ankles and feeling greedily at her bare breasts. They turned her, lifting and turning her onto her back, pulling her arms and legs wide to splay her body defencelessly. Tessa writhed and bucked, struggling hard but uselessly against their powerful bodies and screamed blue murder as loudly as she could. Finally her struggling stopped, exhaustion overcame her and she lay on her back in the dirt, her arms and legs pinned and black men’s hands roaming her near naked body at will.
“Let’s see the white bitch’s cunt shall we?” one man said excitedly. Another added caution, stating that Myton has issued orders. “We can look can’t we?” the first man protested.
“Nooooooooo!”
They laughed loudly at her feeble protests, their hands roaming all over her naked flesh but ensuring to avoid her pussy mound.
Tessa screamed again as her bikini bottoms were pulled down to her knees, her thighs pulled apart and her gaping sex leered at by four huge black men. She lay there struggling weakly as her thighs were held open and each of the drooling men ogled her sex disgustingly. They lifted her and pulled her knees up, taking turns to get a better look at her slit and the pink little ring of her anus.
“Nice arse,” one commented. “Wouldn’t mind fucking that I can tell you.”
“I like her tits,” another chuckled and helped himself to a rough groping of her ample orbs as Tessa screamed frantically.
They then hoisted her to her feet, one man retaining a firm hold on each of her arms and trapping her between them.
“You gonna get a damned good fucking white girl,” one of the big men sneered as they frog-marched her back in the direction of the beach. “Black cock up that sweet little cunt of yours and in your tight little arse. You girl, is now our meat – black man’s meat.”


***


Jenny arrived at the check-in desk at Heathrow airport late that night, oblivious to the tall black man standing far back at another airline’s enquiry desk. She checked her luggage and headed to the restaurant area, to get a bite to eat before shopping and killing time until her boarding call was announced. She was blissfully unaware too of the black man watching her, following her every move and of him using his mobile phone, to place a call to a private island in the Caribbean, to his boss - the dreaded underworld baron, Myton.


***


She had been taken to the private villa, dragged from the car by the black henchmen and frog-marched again around the side of the large villa and onto the wide patio area surrounding the swimming pool. Her hair was tousled and in disarray, like her sweating body, her hair was coated with bits of twig and leaves from the jungle ground and her yellow bikini bottoms were smeared with filth, discolouring the major part of them. Tessa, her cheeks stained by tear and mascara runs, stood shaking with emotion before the grinning Myton, sandwiched between the two black men holding her arms, like a prisoner or a captive prize. She seethed with a mix of repulsion and rage as the big black man ogled her naked breasts and then ran his lecherous gaze up and down her semi-naked body. She looked away as he focused on the mound of her pussy and the shape of it where her little bikini briefs had pulled up between her pussy lips.
He was sitting, lounged back casually on a long padded sun lounger, his tight white shorts in stark contrast to the ebony black skin of his muscular chest and thighs. Myton wore mirrored sunglasses and was bedecked with chunky gold jewellery that gleamed in the bright sunlight, in one hand he held a tall glass of drink, the ice-cubes floating in it clinking gently against the sides.
“I demand,” Tessa began haughtily, “to know the reason for this outrageous behaviour. This is kidnap I hope you realise and I will be making a complaint to the local police, insisting upon your arrest and…”
“Shut the fuck up, bitch,” Myton snapped threateningly to stun the girl to silence and to bring a crestfallen expression to her face. He paused gloatingly for a moment and then stated. “You dislike blacks I am told.”
The girl swallowed hard and cast a nervous glance at the grinning men holding her arms before looking back at Myton. She stammered and stumbled her words; terrified that now she had been presented with an opportunity to voice her dislikes but, was in the wrong situation to do so. “Not particularly,” she lied, “I dislike all men equally.”
Myton grinned and spoke to provoke, his cock stirring to life as he taunted the beauty. “Ah. You prefer pussy to cock do you? Lesbian then.”
“No!” she blurted too quickly and forcefully then tempered her tone. “I am not a lesbian and I do not like… Er, do I like… What you said.”
“Cock, you don’t like cock?”
She nodded. “Yes. I mean yes I do not like that… them, those.”
“You been fucked girl or are you still virgin?”
She sighed heavily and rolled her eyes upward in a display of her impatience with the conversation. Her tone was demanding, condescending and abrupt as well as haughty. “That is personal, nothing whatsoever to do with you and now, you will let me go. You will have me taken back to my hotel where I can report this whole matter to the police.”
Myton chuckled and shook his head. “You stay white girl. You stay here with me to learn some manners.”
“I will not!” she snapped back heatedly and then wished she hadn’t.
Myton waved his hand casually and then Tessa screamed as the two men lifted her up and hurled her headlong into the swimming pool to land heavily in the water far from the side of the deep pool. She thrashed and struggled to get to the side, her long hair plastered down over her face and her mouth gaping to suck in air, choking at the same time on the heavily chlorinated water. Her head bobbed above the water and her arms flailed wildly to try to save herself and to grab for the handrail just a little out of her reach. As she finally managed to reach the side of the pool the two henchmen reached down, grabbed her by the hair and lifted her bodily out of the pool, the girl screeching in pain at the awful pull on her scalp.
“You think too much of yourself whore,” Myton sneered.
“Whore?” she screamed at him. “Just who the hell are you to call me…”
The swiftness of his movement took her by surprise, Tessa didn’t even have time to think or blink. Myton was out of the chair and swinging at her, the palm of his hand landed, a stinging and brutal slap that jerked her head to the side and brought her instantly to silence.
He leaned in, bringing his face close to hers, his lips curled back in a hissing snarl that showed the pink insides of his lips against the black of his skin.
“You, slut, will learn that you speak only when I tell you to, you do as you are told and you do it immediately.”
He slapped her face again with a backhanded swipe that caught her on the mouth and drew a smear of blood from the split it created in her lip. Then Myton addressed his henchmen.
“Tie the bitch to the driving board, I’ll warm her arse for her and see if that brings her to heel.”
Tessa screeched and struggled, pulled and tried to sit down on the ground to prevent being taken but her struggles were futile, the men simply lifted and carried her over to the low diving board. There, they forced her to her knees and then face down onto the board, lying across it with her naked tits crushed beneath her chest. They roped her wrists and pulled her arms out, tying the end off to the steel framework to pinion her helpless with her backside presented.
Myton took one of the beach bats from the table and went over to the kneeling girl, with his left hand he ripped her little bikini bottoms clean off and then swung hard in with the bat to land a slamming blow on her bare buttocks.
Her whole body jolted under the thudding impact, her eyes locked wide and her mouth gaped open in silent pleading as the burning pain tore down through her soft flesh.
Again he hit her and then again, spanking her backside hard and laying the wide bat on with a brutal and expert efficiency that finally caused her overcome the initial shock and to scream her pain loudly. Time and again his arm swung up high above his shoulder and then down hard on her to thrash her buttocks mercilessly and until they were a mass of blotchy redness. Panting hard in wild excitement and his stiff cock pushing the front of his shorts out, Myton finally halted the beating.
“I’m going to take great pleasure in taming you, you white slut,” he panted. “I could fuck that little pussy of yours right now but, it pleases me to wait. To wait until you come to heel and beg me to give you a length of my cock.”
Myton gripped his throbbing cock through his shorts with his free hand and waved to the villa with the bat. “Take her away and lock her up until I am ready to have my fun with her,” he ordered his men. He threw the bat aside and sat down, watching as the wailing girl was untied and hauled away. Few girls really appealed to him; okay they were all good fucks but nothing more than that. This one though excited him in a way others didn’t, perhaps it was her haughty manner, perhaps her dislike for blacks or even her exceptional good looks. It could also have been the fact that she didn’t like cock and giving it to her with that in mind heightened the thrill. He didn’t know precisely what it was but, whatever it was he liked it and her, she would provide much fun and pleasure for him before he finally tired of her and she would take her place as a waitress at the night club. He gripped his cock again and gave a low groan, the slut was wonderful and he looked forward much to getting up her tight little cunt.


***


He was, Tessa felt, of her own kind in a way. Gross and repulsive the big black man Myton certainly was but, in a way she empathised with him. He was forceful and commanding, knew exactly what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to back up his beliefs. That similarity was the only one though and in all other ways she despised him. He would though secretly admire her for standing up to him that she felt sure, judging by the way his men bowed and scraped before him few dared defy him she guessed.
She sat in the corner of the bare room at the back of the villa, looking up to the barred window and at the bright sunlight outside. She had cried herself dry, had rubbed at her stinging backside to soothe it and had done all of the questioning as to why they had chosen her. Now a cold calmness filled her, one full of confident and calculated reasoning, she was considering her position and the best way to effect her escape from them.
She recalled Myton saying that he would… would do sex to her only once she had come to heel and begged him for it. “Huh!” she snorted in derision. “And pigs might fly.” There would be no begging, there would be no coming to heel, she would resist and defy him all the way and avoid having that horrible black… thing of his put up inside her. She would then bide her time, suffer the mistreatment and inevitable beatings she would receive for that resistance but – her pussy would remain free of any black cock and that though alone would make it all worthwhile.
Tessa felt her spirits rise as she formulated her plan. “Outright resistance,” she said firmly and aloud. “I will win the day.”


***


Jenny, before the plane taxied out onto the runway, had tried phoning Tessa several times but with no success. She switched off her mobile phone and sat back, buckling her seat belt ready for take off. “Must be really enjoying herself,” she sighed softly to herself and shifted to become more comfortable in the seat. Gradually she was dropping into the holiday mood and looking forward to being in the sun. A wry smile broke on her face, ‘no men,’ had been the agreement between them A holiday free of pawing men. That might be okay for Tessa, Jenny felt, but not good enough for her.
She sympathised with Tessa’s view of men but while agreeing outwardly, felt the exact opposite inside. She liked men and their approaches to her, the way they ogled and drooled over her – the white men anyway and, there was sure to be plenty of them on the island. Randy holiday makers from all over the world, German and American, Canadian and English, men out for fun and on the look out for women just like her. Jenny chuckled softly, she would find time to be away from Tessa she though and the corrected her thinking to a positive note, she would make the time. Tessa was fine to be with – mist of the time but not all of it and, Jenny felt, it was her holiday and she would enjoy it in the way she liked best. The girl felt her nipples firm and her pussy moisten; she closed her eyes to visions of sun-tanned and muscular young studs on an exotic beach, with bulges in the front of their swimming trunks and their eyes on her. She sighed wistfully and said softly, “Caribbean here I come.”



***


The sobbing waitress leaned over the table to collect the glasses and cringed as she felt the hand slip up under the back of her skirt. The nightclub was alive with revellers and the music loud, the group of black men at the table she was tending were equally loud as well as gross in their remarks to her. The girl stood rigidly tensed, her thighs and buttock muscles gripping hard together to deny the man access to her sex. She blurted a sob as he hand found its way inside her panties and began a lewd groping of her buttocks.
“Mmm,” the man moaned in pleasure and then addressed his remark to his grinning friends. “The white bitch has the cutest little arse.”
The men laughed but were watching her face, excited as she stood stock still, in total fear of upsetting them and having to endure being fondled, worse still, fondled in public. The man fondling her tried to work his hand between the backs of her thigh but she gripped her muscles harder to prevent that.
“Open your legs, bitch,” the man snarled and tried harder to force his hand up to her sex and again she resisted him. “Open up, white bitch! He raved angrily to make heads turn and to bring her keeper rushing to the table.
“Problem, sir?” the henchman keeper asked of the guest.
The man played fully to his companions. “This white slut of a waitress is refusing me access to her pussy.”
The keeper slapped the back of his hand smartly on her upper arm, a stinging blow but not a hard one. “Open your legs,” he snarled.
The girl blurted a huge sob; she couldn’t speak for crying and simply shook her head in answer.
“Do it!” the keeper raved angrily and then slapped her face hard to send the girl staggering back a pace or two, the guest’s hand slipping out of her knickers as he did so.
Myton, his attention drawn to the scene by the shouting, pushed his way through the gathering crowd and came up to the table, his manner and voice even and calm.
“Gentlemen,” he greeted the guests brightly. “Enjoying yourselves I hope?”
“We were until the bitch waitress insulted me, the aggrieved man snapped icily.
Myton looked to the girl, slid his hand around her shoulders and gripped the hair at the back of her neck so hard that she screamed out in pain and rose up on her toes to try to ease the pull.
“It seems, slut,” Myton hissed through clenched teeth, “that you need a little instruction in how to behave with my guests.”
He pushed her so hard that the table jolted and drinks were spilled, pressing her facedown onto the tabletop part of her cheek crushed into a dinner plate and the remnants of a meal. His hand forced the back of her head down and his free hand flipped up her skirt at the back then ripped at her little panties to tear them from her body. To loud applause from the now gathering crowd, Myton freed his stiff cock and pushed the big head against the little puckered ring of her arsehole. Then, to the clapping and chanting of the crowd he pushed in, forcing his huge thick cock up her backside and splitting her little ring of muscles as he rammed in. Pushing down still on her head he thrust hard into the screaming girl, forcing the whole of his cock up into her tight little passage. To loud cheering Myton fucked the girl’s arse hard, slamming his hips hard against her backside to jolt the table and her slim body violently. Hard and brutally he pumped his big cock in and out of her back passage, her bucks smeared with blood as it leaked from her ripped anal ring. Finally he came, injecting his cum up into her little body in excited jerks of his cock. Myton pulled out and stood with his glistening and softening cock dangling, his chest pushed out proudly and his breathing rapid.
“Let all waitresses note that if they displease my guests they will suffer for it.” He released his hold on the girl’s head and she slumped to the floor in a heap of sobbing flesh at his feet.
“Take the slut away,” Myton commanded. “And use her for the floor show tonight; the bitch can please all guests at the same time.”


***


The next morning, still naked and sitting down in the corner of her room, Tessa stood as she heard the door being unlocked and she held one arm across her naked breasts and the other over her pussy as one of the big henchmen stepped in.

“Follow me,” he said gruffly and turned to lead the way.

“I will not,” Tessa said firmly and squatted down again, her back against the wall and careful to ensure that her knees were pressed tightly together, to deny the black man sight of her sex.

He turned back and stood grinning, towering over her with his hands resting on his hips. “Is that a challenge?”

“Take it however you want,” Tessa sneered. “But don’t dare to order me around.”
He laughed but his mirth was insincere and brief, his annoyance showing through and his eyes narrowing in threat.

“On your feet, slut.”

She shook her head, her voice defiant and full of confidence.

“Your boss ordered that I not be touched.”

Now he laughed longer and with full sincerity, his head back and his belly wobbling as he enjoyed the moment. Seconds later his expression changed to one that was set and serious, full of menace and more a scowl. He reached down, grabbed her hair and hauled her roughly to her feet by it, holding his arm up high and her up on tiptoe as she screamed her pain more loudly than was necessary. He slapped at the backs of her upper thighs, in rapid succession landing four or five stinging blows with the palm of his hand that caused her hips to jerk forward. She screeched now in full pain as the backs of her legs received the reward for her defiance, her hands covering his one gripping her hair and clawing at it to try to break the hold on her hair. Once he had finished slapping her, the man swung her around by the hair, throwing her hard down onto her knees where he pulled roughly on her hair to wrench her head back so that her face looked up at him.

“My orders,” he panted excitedly, “are that your pussy and arse are not to be fucked and other than that – anything goes. So, bitch, do as you are told, toe-the-line and save yourself a lot of pain.”

He released his grip on her hair, shoving her head roughly forward to force her onto all fours and then followed up with a thudding kick to her backside that jolted her whole frame violently. “Didn’t you hear me, slut? I said; follow me, only now and due to you obstinacy, you can do it as you are - on your hands and knees.” As it happened he didn’t lead but he followed, ogling her arse and kicking at it often to drive her out of the room, along the corridor and through the villa to the patio area where Myton was waiting.

He laughed loudly as the weeping girl crawled out of the villa doorway, crying out as her knees scraped painfully on the hard stone slabs, and around the large swimming pool toward him. His tone was one of full mocking as he said, “I guess by now you have learned that arguing with my men doesn’t pay eh?”

She didn’t answer but knelt there on all fours, sobbing and sucking in air as she wept her misery and defeat at making a stand against them. Humiliating and painful as it had been and was, she remained defiant and firm in her resolve to not cave in to his ways.

Myton felt his cock stirring as he ogled her neat little tits dangling beneath her, the narrow waist and the way it flared out to form her narrow hips. He liked too the sexy look of her expression, even in misery the girl was most attractive and, he had to admit, it added to the excitement for him to see a pretty girl in pain.

“You will now beg me to fuck you. You will plead to be allowed to have my cock up you – say it white slut, beg me you filthy white whore.”

Her head lifted to stare a hate-filled and icy glare at him. “Go to hell!” she spat venomously.

He nodded, it was as he expected, the slut was going to resist him and he felt a surge of thrill shoot through him at the prospect of breaking her and of getting her to comply. Most of the girls that came through the nightclub waitress route simply co-operated, if unwillingly, fear of pain and abuse making them pliable and easily commanded but this one? This little slut was a challenge indeed – and one that he would rise to. Myton waved to beckon a second henchman waiting at the villa door to him and then he issued his orders to the two men. “I think the white bitch needs a bit of a tan, see to it that she gets one and – teach her a little respect when talking to me.”

Tessa screamed and struggled like a wild cat as the two men grabbed her by the arms, lifted her to her feet and carried her away, around the villa to the grassed area at the top of the cliff. She screamed louder still as the men tied ropes around her wrists and ankles, kicking out and pulling against their imprisoning hands as they did so.

The girl screeched as she was forced down onto the grass on her back, her arms pulled out wide to the sides and the thick wooden stakes hammered deep into the dry soil beneath the scorched grass. Her legs thrashed wildly to beat her feet on the grass as she was staked out in the sun, her naked back pressing down on the sun-heated soil beneath her. Tessa swore and cursed, spat and wailed as the men pulled her legs wide apart and secured her ankles to more wooden stakes, spread-eagling her on the ground and pegging her out helplessly in the blazing sun. Her screaming became even more profound still as the two big black men standing over her began to undress. Her struggling became frantic and desperate, pulling at her bonds and thrashing and writhing as they dropped their trousers and presented hard and stiff cocks proudly to her.

“Now bitch,” one of the men sniggered and gripped his big cock, rubbing it lewdly to show his need for her. “You get to learn some manners.”

Both men used their leather belts, the first lash to sting her body whipping cruelly across the fronts of her upper thighs to draw a strangled cry of the deepest pain from her. Then the blows rained down hard and fast on her, the men alternating their blows to perform a steady rhythm of whipping her to produce constant and body-jerking pain for the girl.

Her back arched in agony and her hips bucked up and down, beating her backside on the hard ground as her naked skin was mercilessly thrashed. Tessa’s arms and legs jerked and tugged at her bonds, the coarse ropes chaffing the tender skin of her wrists and ankles as she fought to break free of the terrible suffering being inflicted upon her.

Up and down her body they laid the savage blows, hard leather cracking spitefully on her thighs, her stomach, her breasts and even her pussy mound to blotch the skin red. Finally, and panting hard in wild excitement and thrill the two men paused in their beating of her and stood looking down on the snivelling slut, their hard cocks twitching and rearing in hot sexual need for release.

“Who’s first,” one man asked excitedly.

“Noooooooooooooooo!” Tessa screamed.

His colleague straddled the girl and sat down on her stomach, his knees parted wide, his balls resting at the base of the cleft of her tits and his big cock resting down the valley of warm flesh that her breasts formed. He looked down on the terrified and disgusted girl and laughed loudly. “Does that feel nice, white girl? Is it good having a nice black cock touching your tits?” He used the palms of his hands to push on the outsides of her breasts, pushing the soft orbs in to traps his cock between them and to crush her tits firmly around hi throbbing shaft. Then he began to jerk his hips, pumping them in a steady rhythm to slide his cock back and forth in the valley of her breasts, tit-fucking the girl crudely as she wailed and struggled, bucking beneath him to try to throw him off. Faster he thrust and then faster still, rubbing himself off on her body and moaning his pleasure aloud as he did so.

“Come over the bitch’s face,” his friend urged him excitedly.

The man quickened his pace and began tensing, his buttocks gripping in a spasmodic pumping action as his climax drew near. His powerful black body locked in tension as he came and a forceful jet of his hot cum spurted out to hit the wailing Tessa under the chin. His cock jerked and twitched to spit jet after jet of thick, warm cum onto her throat, the thick globules trickling down either side of her neck like a pearl necklace.

Tessa was stunned to silence, her face a mask of utter repulsion, she gagged, turned her head to the side and retched as she tried to vomit. The disgusting feel of his thick, warm cum trickling around her throat was too much for her to bear and a jet of vomit spurted from her mouth as both men roared with laughter.

The second man replaced the first, straddling her chest but this time with his balls resting down in the cleavage of her tits and the head of his cock close to her mouth. He gripped his cock with his right hand and began to slowly wank himself.

“Every sucked a black cock, bitch?” he taunted. “Ever swallowed black man’s cum have you?”

Those words and his actions brought froth another lot of vomiting from her, the girl wailing, sobbing and jetting out bile all at the same time. The weight of his body sitting down on her chest was crushing her, the bile in her mouth and throat blocking her airway and both combining to make breathing a difficult and panicked action to say the very least. Her mouth gaped open, trying to suck in air as she wriggled and thrashed beneath the big black man.

He was wanking fast now, his big hand pumping back and forth along the length of his thick shaft, the pink head of his cock revealing pinker flesh still each time the rubbery foreskin was pulled back. He reached with his left hand and grabbed her hair, twisting her head to face up and pulling her head forward closer to the head of his cock.

The first spurt of thick cum hit under her nose and splattered up over her eyelids, some dropping into her gaping mouth cause her to instantly snap it shut. The second, third and following spurts of his cum jetted out over her cheeks, lips, forehead and eyelids as she clamped them tightly shut and swallowed back her vomit.

Finally the chuckling man got off her, remained there to wank the last drops of his cock to drip down on her stomach and then said with a laugh “The sun will soon dry my cum to a nice hardened crust, then you will be able to open your eyes.”

Tessa turned her head to the side as the two men walked away, opened her mouth and vomited so hard that her ribs hurt.


***



Jenny checked into the hotel complex and asked if Tessa was in the villa or out somewhere.

The receptionist checked for the key to the villa and shook his head. “Still out I’m afraid and has been since yesterday.”

“Yesterday?” Jenny queried, concern etched on her face, that was most unlike Tessa. She shrugged and waited whilst the bellboy picked up her bags, placed them on the trolley and led the way out into the gardens on their way to the villa.

Once in the villa she found Tessa’s clothes and cases but no clue to her whereabouts or when she might return. Jenny tried to bury her fears and began unpacking but, she couldn’t shake the unnerving feeling growing inside her.


***


Tessa, sunburned down the whole of her front and with revolting cum stains dried onto her face and neck, hobbled painfully from the lawn into the villa. The accompanying guard pushed open a door to reveal a large and well-appointed bathroom. She sighed with joy and looked forward to a shower, a chance to clean the offensive liquid from her face and to cool her burning skin. As she made to step into the room the henchman put a restraining arm across the doorway to block her path and grinned inanely.

“Like a shower?” he asked smiling and then added. “It carries a price, white girl”

Tessa looked at the cool grey marble of the bathroom floor and walls, her whole body burning hot from sunburn and she was sweating profusely. She gave a huge sigh of resignation and asked haughtily. “A feel of me I suppose is the fee?”

The man’s smile broadened and he shook his head slowly. “Nope, you have to wank me.”

Tessa snorted in refusal and turned to move away, but checked herself as her gaze caught the large shower and she imagined the cooling and cleansing waters cascading down on her.

“No wank means no shower,” the man chuckled. “Your choice, white slut.”

She had been most revoltingly used twice already, had had sperm spurted on her neck and face and to perform such an act as he suggested, whilst utterly revolting, would not be a trading on her resistant stance, simply a means to an end. She sighed again, this time in reluctant resignation and then nodded. “Very well.”

The man undid his trousers and eased his stiff cock out; he jerked his hips forward, offering his pulsing shaft to her. “Here you are white girly, a real cock for you.”

She shuddered in revulsion and closed her eyes; she put her hand out and then cringed at the contact when it was made. She gagged as she closed her hand around his cock and then began a quick pumping of it, hoping to make him come quickly and to get the awful act over and done with.

“Slow and sexy,” the man panted in caution. “Otherwise no shower.”

Tessa resisted the urge to tell him to keep it and slowed her pace. She gave little saps of supposed pleasure to encourage him to reach his climax sooner. The feel of his warm, pulsing cock in her hand made her feel sick and the fact that it was black worse still. She kept her eyes closed and swallowed hard, using a lighter touch to wank him, once again to speed his end. Too late she sensed him coming and recoiled in disgust as a jet of his warm, sticky sperm hit on her hip and the side of her waist, she released him and clamped a hand over her mouth to prevent herself vomiting yet again.

Finally she was in the shower and soaping herself luxuriously under the warm cascade of water that the powerful jet was playing down on her. She scrubbed away the coatings of dried sperm and sweat from her body, gingerly washing the tender parts that remained from the whipping and the sunburn. Tessa was washing her hair for a second time when she sensed someone step into the shower behind her. She turned to be greeted by a huge black man, another of the henchmen, naked and with a huge smile on his face and an equally huge erection jutting out from his groin.

Instantly he grabbed her wrists tightly and pulled her onto him, forcing her hands around behind her back and against her buttocks to trap her against him, his big cock trapped between their naked bodies. The man tried to kiss her but she turned her head away, shuddering in disgust at the feel of him and his stiff cock pressing against her. He backed her against the tiled wall, using his great bodyweight to crush her to the wall, rendering her unable to move and making her breathing shallow and gasped. Slowly, he dropped to his knees, kissing a trail down between her naked breast over her stomach and belly and down toward her pussy mound.

“Nooooooo!” Tessa screamed as she realised his intentions.

He simply sniggered and kissed on down to her pussy lips, using his shoulders to force in between her thighs and to ease them apart by extending his elbows. Once her pussy gash was opened he pushed his tongue in and up her tight little hole.

“Yeeeeuukkkkk!” she cried out and then went into a fit of yelling and struggling as the man’s long, pink tongue wriggled around in excited exploration of her pussy tunnel. Tessa bucked her hips and tried to close her legs but his great strength prevented that and his hold on her wrists pinioning her hands to her buttocks. Slowly, very slowly, he licked her pussy inside and out, moaning his pleasure at the taste of her as the water droplets cascaded down on them and ran in rivulets between her thighs.

Once he had licked enough, the man stood up again, pressed his cock flat against her belly and began jerking his hips to rub his cock against her. He laughed at her revulsion and laughed even louder as she sobbed heavily, her shoulders shaken by her heartfelt sobs and her wet body unable to resist his disgusting rubbing. Crushed back against the wall she had no choice but to endure his excited rubbing, of his jerking his hips to rub himself on her, a most revolting spectacle and experience to have to suffer. A huge sob escaped her lips as she felt him tense, hear him grunt and then felt yet another wad of hot sperm jet onto her belly. As the man released her and pulled away from her Tessa sank to her knees, sliding down the tiled wall to sit in the base of the shower, her knees drawn up to her chest and crying like a little girl in her misery.


***


Myton was aware that Jenny had arrived on the island and had booked into the hotel. He looked again at the photos his men had taken of her and studied her face and body carefully. The slut was okay, nice little body and would be perfect for the nightclub but, she was no great shakes it had to be said. Myton pondered a moment and then a sadistic grin came to his face, her friendship with the Tessa slut though could have value in another sense, in using her emotionally against one another. His smile widened and his eyes sparkled pure devilment-

“Don’t take her just yet,” he ordered the henchman. “We’ll give her a bit of a run around first, just for the hell of it. Leave the photos of her in their villa, that should get her racing around like a headless chicken.”

Myton then turned his attention to the salad meal that a servant brought out to him and, the Tessa slut. He sat in the shade of the large parasol, on the pool-side veranda, alone with the soft sea breeze to cool him, eating and thinking. His cock firmed as he considered her, again that indefinable something about her arousing him whereas others would and could not. His men had kept him fully informed of events, of staking her out on the lawn and of the events in the shower and yet, she still refused give in. He felt his cock hardened to a throbbing ache, the battle of wills continued and, as he stuffed a forkful of lettuce into his mouth and chewed it eagerly, he was determined to win it. Not until the slut begged would he fuck her and that, he would work at next to achieve – creating the conditions in which she would kneel before him and implore him to give her a good seeing to.

He chuckled as he finished his meal, sipped at his drink and then hailed to one of his men standing back at a discreet distance. “Bring me the white slut Tessa.”


***


Myton had slipped into the pool, naked as always when swimming, had swum several lengths of the long pool and then rested his elbows on the edge as Tessa was brought to him.
“Well, slut?” he grinned. “Have you learned that to defy me brings you – a coating of spunk over your face?”
He and the two accompanying henchmen found that extremely funny and laughed long and loud as Tessa cringed with embarrassment and blushed full red. Then Myton’s mirth reduced. “Are you ready to beg me?”
“No!” she screamed at him, her bottom lip quivering and all her humiliation, pain and suffering that she had suffered pouring out in a heated and uncontrollable venting of her rage. Her tirade continued, her shouting loud and spittle spraying from her curled back lips. “I wouldn’t beg you if you were the last man on…”
She never got to finish the sentence. One of the henchmen landed a thudding punch into her solar plexus to knock the breath from her, to stun her into a dazed and shocked silence and to drop her to her knees clutching at her stomach.
Myton was livid with the way she had responded, her continued defiance of him he could take, but her haughty and spoilt-little-girl manner, he could not. He moved through the water to the steps and walked up, his manner and expression portraying his anger. He paused to pick up a length of rope used to tie the pool cover in place and folded it in half to form a long and double-thonged whip. Once up onto the patio he stomped over to the kneeling girl, raised his arm high and lashed down on her bare shoulder with the rope to land a sickeningly hard lash of it on her naked skin.
Tessa’s head threw back and she yelped sharply as the stinging pain burned across her shoulder and down her back. She fell back and rolled onto her front, scrabbled to her feet and broke off in a fast run across the patio of the villa.
“Leave her!” Myton barked sharply as the henchmen made to grab at her. He gave a sadistic grin, his voice low and wicked and his cock stiffening to hardness. “I’ll deal with the slut.”
He ran after her, cutting across the lawns as she made her way around the side of the villa and toward the garages and parking area. Myton’s huge cock swung side to side as he ran and reared in excitement at the sight of her naked backside wiggling and wobbling a little way ahead of him. Within a moment he had caught up with her and swung at the run to swipe the ropes hard across her jiggling backside. He whooped with delight as the slut’s back arched and she let out a pained scream and then dodged to the left and between the parked cars. He lashed again at her, over the bonnet of one of the parked cars to catch her a savage blow across the back of her upper arm and to draw a wailing screech of agony from her.
Around the parking area he chased her, into and around the big garage area and then out again into bright sunlight where she took of down the driveway toward the bridge. Often he would catch her with a hefty lash of the rope and her pale skin bore the marks of those lashes, vivid red welts standing out brightly as they criss-crossed her back and buttocks. As they neared the bridge, her legs pumping fast to drive her in flight, the girl made a break for freedom, putting on a spurt of speed and racing far ahead and out of reach of Myton’s lashes. As she reached the bridge two big black henchmen stepped out of the covering bushes to bar her way and stood with their hands on their hips and laughing as they waited to receive her.
Tessa veered immediately left, put a hand on the top rail and leap the low railings with a casual ease, then set off around the perimeter of the cliff top at a frantic running pace.
Myton was extremely excited, the chase for him was a wild buzz of sexual thrill, his cock throbbed its need for her and his balls ached, the whipping of her was an added thrill but her continued defiance more so. He didn’t pursue her but instead, cut off at a forty-five degree angle to her to a point on the cliffs far ahead of her. It was more a trot he maintained rather than a run, she could not escape and to watch her naked body, so graceful and slim and moving as she ran, maintained his pulsing high. She was tiring now, he could see that, her shoulders and breasts were swinging side to side as he moved, her legs pumped on but the movements were becoming heavy and laboured. He headed her off, keeping slightly back and out of her vision but maintaining the hundred yards or so distance between them. Finally, and s she slowed in her pace, he now made his spurt of speed and closed rapidly on her, coming at her from behind and to her left side, his right arm extended and ready to swing at her.
“Eeiiiioooowwww!” she screamed as the rope cut savagely hard across her upper back. The girl stumbled forward, staggering with her head and shoulders back, her body curved back in pain and her hands up between her shoulder blades trying to soothe the burning agony. She screamed again the heavy rope thudded across the outside of her upper thigh, deadening the limb and reducing her pace now to little more than a laboured walk.
Myton lashed at her other thigh, deadening that leg also and chuckling heartily as the girl halted, her head hanging down and her arms by her sides. She looked the picture of total defeat, her shoulders shaken by great heaving sobs and her gaze to the ground, offering no resistance to him whatever and simply giving up in her escape attempt. He lashed across the backs of her knees, hard and brutally to knock her legs away and to drop her to her knees.
“Beg me,” he panted excitedly as he towered over the blubbering naked girl.
The girl didn’t answer, she simply knelt there either ignoring him or not hearing him, either way the reward for her silence was the same – a heavy lash of the rope that cut cruelly across her lower back to knock the air from her lungs in a loud blurt of shock.
“Beg me,” he demanded.
“Never,” she blurted defiantly and received another whip of the ropes across her back.
“Beg me, white bitch.”
“Never will I beg of you,” she spat back and then screamed aloud as her buttocks took the full force of a most savage lash of the rope.
And so it went on, him demanding she capitulate and beg and her refusing, only then to receive a hard lash on her back or buttocks.
“Beg.”
“No. Never” Thwack. “Aarggh!”
“Beg, slut.”
“Go to hell.” Thwack. “Aaaiiieeeee!”
Eleven more times he whipped her backside savagely before she pitched forward on her face unconscious but ever defiant.

When she came around, Tessa was laying on her side on the grass where she had been so brutally whipped. Her wrists were bound together behind her back and her ankles roped similarly, pulled behind and up, lashed to her wrists with her heels pressing against her buttocks. She muttered in detached and dazed confusion as the naked and excited Myton, slipped his hands under her armpits and lifted her up and onto her knees.
Tessa blinked to clear her vision as her brain began to comprehend her situation and when it did, she began again to sob. She looked up at the big black man with tear-filled and pleading eyes, her sensual mouth distorted in her expression of deep woe. Bobbing before her face and close to it was the big bulbous head of his cock, the huge glans fully exposed as the elephant-like foreskin stretched back along his thick and erect shaft. It took her a few moments to understand his beaming smile and the way he was jutting his hips forward to offer his excited cock close to her face. Stark horror filled her and she looked up at him, her tone one of total disbelief.
“You surely don’t expect me to… To actually kiss that… That thing, do you?”
Myton sniggered wickedly.
“Kiss it?” he chuckled mockingly. “No, slut, I expect you to take it in your mouth and suck it. Now open wide that lovely soft mouth of yours.”
Her gagging and retching he took to be a refusal and slapped her face hard. Myton gripped her hair at the top of her head and formed his hand into a fist, entangling her locks in his fingers and tearing painfully at her scalp. He held her head steady and pushed his cock forward to press the head against her now clamped lips and then he mocked her again. The big black man revelled in her wide-eyed stare of sheer dread and the terrified expression on her face as she fought to keep her lips firmly pressed together and her mouth closed to him.
Open wide, white slut,” he sniggered and then twisted her hair brutally, tearing hard at her scalp to make her utter a muted cry of pain through her closed lips. Harder he twisted and at the same time pulled, wrenching her hair cruelly and maintaining that awful tension. Finally she could bear no more and opened her mouth to emit a piercing scream and Myton pushed his cock into her gaping mouth. Hard and fully in he rammed it, forcing the big head of his cock to the back of her throat and then on down a little into her gullet. He jerked his hips forward to fill her mouth with his cock, her jaw prised wide and her lips stretched tightly around his thick girth. Myton rested there, looking down on the gasping and panicking slut as she sniffed in air through her nose in an effort to breath and her eyes locked wide to portray her terror.
A moment later he pulled back, gave her time to suck in a couple of gulps of air and then rammed back in again to block her throat with his huge cock. In and out he pumped his cock in hard and powerful jerks of his hips, driving his cock hard to the back of her throat and fucking her mouth brutally. He held her head steady with his grip on her hair and battered against her brutally to force as much of his cock down into her narrow throat and to savour the feel of her soft and warm insides around his aching shaft. Her head was jolted violently under the frantic pounding as he pumped in hard to fuck her mouth in an increasing pace of thrill-fuelled lust. Eventually Myton tensed, grunted and arched his back as he came, his big cock jerking in excited spasm to spurt his hot cum into her mouth and down her throat. He finished in slower and harder strokes that continued until the last load of his cum had been injected into her and then, he pulled out to watch the thick globules trickle from her gaping mouth and down her chin to drip onto her naked breasts.



***


Jenny returned from an exploratory tour of the hotel complex and beach tired and hot. She liked the grounds and the ornate gardens, the bars dotted amongst the trees and the open-air disco in the centre where, she imagined, men would be queuing to ask her to dance and to pick her up. It was as she placed her bag on the table that she noticed them, a pile of photos that hadn’t been there earlier. Her interested roused she picked them up and flicked through the pile one by one, her anger increasing steadily as she did so. They were all of her, some taken at a distance and some close up, more still even concentrated on her body parts and showed views of her legs, breasts, her backside and even up her skirt in the two shots of her sitting.
She felt a wave of nausea and fear run through her; someone was stalking her and wanting her to know it. Added to the seeming disappearance of Tessa and – her fears grew.


***


In one of the secure rooms at the back of the nightclub the police chief and Myton were chatting casually as they roped the unfortunate waitress into the wooden framework.
“What did this one do?” The naked man asked excitedly, his breath rasping and his big cock rearing.
“The usual,” Myton said in a tired tone, aware that his friend liked a sound reason to inflict pain on a poor unfortunate working girl. “Spilt drinks on a guest’s table and some even on one of the guest’s trousers.”
The man paused in his tying of her.
“Naughty girl,” he scolded excitedly. “Punishment will follow for you white girl.”
The men fell silent for a moment and then the chief changed subject and spoke again.
“The Jenny girl has reported her friend missing and has complained of someone stalking her,” the chief said as he tied the knot around the girl’s left wrist and pulled it so tight that the girl cried out in pain, her utterance muted though but the ball-gag stuffed into her mouth.
“Problem? Myton asked as he finished roping the girl’s ankle.
The police chief gave a low laugh.
“All dealt with and filed away where no-one will ever find them.”
Myton nodded and retreated to the door.
“I am glad to hear that you are earning your free sex sessions here,” he opened the door and paused, his tone emphasising an implied threat. “And of course, the healthy monthly retainer that I pay you.”
“She is…” the chief said hesitantly, “… rather an appealing little slut.”
“The Jenny girl?” Myton sought confirmation.
The chief nodded and leered at the naked waitress’s pussy. “I dealt with her complaint personally and, after being close to the pretty little bitch, rather fancy making her wail.”
Myton sniggered, his friend’s sexual tastes were well-known and he had suspected that the Jenny girl might just appeal to the randy guardian angel that kept his criminal activities away from the authorities. “She is yours, my friend. “Tell me when you want her and I will arrange it.”
The chief didn’t answer; his attention was fully on the naked white slut tied back against the wooden frame. His tongue flicked out greedily to whet is big black lips lecherously and his eyes widened with excitement as he moved in close to the girl. He ran his big hands lovingly over her naked breasts and muttered his pleasure as the door closed behind him and he was left alone with the weeping white waitress.


***

Tessa lay on her side in the barred room of the villa sobbing into her arms as she cradled her face against them. The awful bitter taste of his sperm remained on her mouth and her throat felt sore from the hard pounding his… his thing - she couldn’t bring herself to even think the word – had given it. It was for her the ultimate degradation, to be forced into oral sex was awful enough but to be made to swallow his sperm a disgustingly unacceptable act. That he and his cock were black made it many times more revolting for her and she retched again as her mind revisited the horrible moments as his thick seed had slid down her throat.
The forced act had though confirmed and strengthened her resolve, more now then ever she was determined not to give in, she would fight him all the way and hopefully, would get the chance to gain her revenge on him for the sick act that he made her perform.
Tessa sobbed softly to herself and dreamt then of a knife, a bloody great carving knife, a black cock and – her wilding the knife. Those thoughts brought her a little comfort as she settled down for yet another night as a prisoner in the black man’s villa.



***


Jenny, completely unaware of the camera lens peeking through the shutters of the villa bedroom, stripped off her bra and panties, picked up the small hand towel and wiped the sweat from her breasts. She did the same to her inner thighs and then under her arms, the crease of her buttocks and the crack of her pussy, easing her knees wide apart to access her sex. The day had been long and hot, the sand on the beach roasting and the salt water from her swim in the sea burning at her sunburned skin.
The whirring noise of the camera shutter didn’t take her attention as she selected a new bottle of shampoo and headed through into the shower, the last few frames taken capturing her naked buttocks on film.

***


Her eyes locked wide in shock and with her jaws forced apart by the ball-gag, the little waitresses’ face was contorted as a mask of acute pain and suffering. The two short wooden slats crushed her breasts cruelly as the police chief wound the rope around the ends of the slats to sandwich her little breasts between them. Tighter he pulled and then tighter still, her breasts crushed flat between the wooden slats with the points billowing out in discoursed pressure. Her nipples were bloated and full and that was where his attention lay next, his mouth greedily covering one rubbery peg and to suck it hungrily into his mouth.
The police chief suckled and slurped on her bud, sucking so hard that he drew forth pre-maternal milk from her teat and drank it down as his cock and balls gripped in excited tension. The man gave much attention to her bloated teats before finally breaking off and standing back, his nostril flaring and his eyes blazing wild and frenzied sexual excitement. He picked ip the long and thin chain that secured his bunch of keys to his belt and detached it, winding it once around his hand to form a savage looking whip.
Her body jolted and she uttered a low grunt as the chain whipped hard across her stomach, lashing the pale skin harshly and to raise a series of red welts on her body.
“A chain is so very effective in inducing pain don’t you think?” he asked her as his cock jerked and twitched in excitement. He chuckled sadistically and raised the chain again, this time he lashed downward rather than sideways to stripe the chain hard down across the ends of her breasts. He gave a low groan of appreciation as the slut went into a series of jerky convulsions that bucked her hips, thrashed her head side to side and pounded her buttocks hard back against the thick wooden frame as the dreadful pain ripped through her.
“Naughty girl,” he panted excitedly. “You naughty, clumsy little waitress.”
He lashed down again on the ends of her tits, whipping the chain savagely across both her mounds at the same time and then he watched as her wild thrashing was repeated. The man paused to grip his throbbing cock with his free hand and gave it a few squeezes, savouring the sensations as he watched the slut writhing in pain. He almost came as he whipped her tits the next time, the chain striking her tender nipples to sting them most brutally and to send her into the longest and most violent thrashing and struggling yet. Again he whipped her nipples and then again, lashing at her little buds in a heated and sexually fuelled frenzy of deep lust and excitement. Finally, and only as the girl looked close to fainting did he relent and halted in his beating of her. The chief gave her a few minutes to recover as he against sucked at her bruised nipples and then he eased the head of his cock up into the soft, moist folds of her inner pussy lips, paused there to take-in the sensations and then pushed fully up inside her in one powerful and urgent thrust.
He moaned loudly at the feel of her tight and warm insides around his cock and shoved it harder up into her body, up and in until no more could be got inside and the whole of his thick, throbbing shaft was filling her.
“This should teach you to be more careful,” he panted heavily and pulled back until just the head of his cock remained inside her pussy hole. Then, and with an animal-like grunt, he lunged hard back in, driving his big cock brutally up into her young body and wrenching her delicate insides terribly. The big police chief took up an urgent and powerful pumping of his hips and buttocks, slamming his body hard against her in his drive to ram his cock up her and crushing her frail body hard back against the wooden framework. He pounded into her like a demented demon, grunting and panting as he took his pleasure with her, the chief leaned in to suckle her bloated breasts again as he neared his peak and then grunted like a pig as he came.
Hot and plentiful was his cum that he jetted up inside her, his thick cock pulsing in excited spasm to pump his creamy cum far up inside her young body. The man remained inside her to allow his cock to soften and then pulled out completely, a thread of cum hanging from the end of his glistening and sated cock.
“That was so good,” he muttered evilly, “that I’ll give my cock time to recover and then will have another turn at fucking that sweet little cunt of yours.”


***


Tessa was naked and kneeling next to Myton’s chair in the lounge of the villa, her head hung down so that her long hair helped to hide her face from the men seated around her. A thick collar circled her neck and the attached leash trailing out to Myton’s hand. Like a dog he had shackled her, leaving her hands and feet free but pinioned to him by the leash, like a little puppy at the command of its master he had arranged it to humiliate and to demean her. She sobbed softly, recalling the terrific fight she had put up as he tried to fit the collar around her neck, causing him to call on his ape-men to assist as he couldn’t manage it himself.

Now though, before his five friends, she sat back on her heels with her hands clasped between her thighs to cover her pussy and her arms pulled in to try to conceal at least some of her naked breasts. Her face was flushed red and her eyes closed, her situation was so degrading that she couldn’t bring herself to lift her head or to open her eyes. It was shame, deliberate and unadulterated shame that she hated every second of and she swore at that moment to get her revenge on the evil Myton.

It was an important meeting for Myton, the other men were not only his friends but were business colleagues too, much depended on the outcome of their discussions. He was most anxious to please them, to make the meeting go well and to gain their agreement to his proposals, hence the presence of a tasty bit of white meat to aid that cause.

“Up slut,” Myton said in a tone one would use to command a dog and gave a hard yank on the lead to stretch her neck upward. “Up onto your feet and show my friends all that you have got.”

All eyes were on her, greedily ogling her nakedness, leering, drooling and imagining.

“Nice arse,” one man commented as the girl reluctantly got to her feet. “I can just imagine sliding my cock up and down the valley between her cheeks.”

“Her cunt looks nice and tight. Have you tried it yet, Myton?”

The man shook his head.

“She gives good head though and swallows cum readily.”

“Look at those tits will you!” another said excitedly, “Lovely formed nipples that stick out so…”

“Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!” Tessa screamed, her head throwing back and her misery and shame displayed with a long and wailing cry of utter humiliation. She stood with her hands by her sides, her head down again with her chin on her chest and her shoulders and tits shaking as she sobbed her misery loudly.

“Oh dear,” Myton said with regret sounding in his tone. “That wasn’t very polite in front of my guests – was it white slut?”

“Don’t call me that!” she screamed back venomously.

One of his friends tutted in dismay.

“It seems the slut needs a lesson in manners, Myton. May I?”

The big man shook his head.

“This one is mine to break. I will do it, she will give in and she will come to heel and show me respect. I guarantee it.”

“Go fuck yourself,” Tessa yelled and launched herself at the man, her fists flailing to hit him and her legs kicking wildly at him in a heated assault of sheer frustration.

Myton, and without rising from his seat punched her hard in the stomach to crumple her body and to bring her crashing down onto her knees, clutching at her stomach and gasping for air. Then Myton stood, his expression one of wild rage and an even wilder glint in his eyes. With his arm, and in a long backward sweep, he swept the glasses and ashtray, the coasters and the plate of peanuts to the floor to crash noisily on the ceramic tiled floor. He pulled hard on the leash to drag the gagging girl roughly forward, off her feet and to pitch her facedown on the long coffee table then, looped the leash under the leg to pull her neck and head down onto it.

The men watched as Myton tied off the leash to the leg of the table and then readily complied as he asked.

“Gentlemen, your neck ties please.”

They assisted him, in tying her hands behind her back, binding them with their ties and then her ankles to the other legs of the table.

She lay yelling and cursing, facedown on the table with her head and chin hanging over one end and her knees pulled wide to the lower corners of the table. Her backside stuck up in wonderful naked temptation, her back arching up to pronounce her buttocks as the girl tensed and pulled uselessly at her bonds

“I think,” Myton panted excitedly. “That it is about time this slut tasted a little pain.”

The five other men agreed in chorus, to a man they were excited and hard, the sight of the lovely and naked young white girl, bound and helpless, bringing each man to an immediate hard-on.

“Your belts now gentlemen, if you please, we will all give the rebellious little bitch something to remember us by.”

Eagerly the five men pulled their leather belts from the trouser loops and wound the ends around one of their hands. They nodded in turn as Myton pointed to each man.

“First, second, third…” Myton numbered the men in sequence that they would take their turn and then he organised them into a semi-circle around the lower end of the table and with swinging reach of the girl’s backside.

The men undid their trousers and freed their stiff cocks, all anxious to get started, to hear and see the white girl in pain.

Myton stood panting with excitement, his eyes wide and blazing and his big black nostrils flaring. A film of perspiration coated his brow and his cock bobbed in excited little jerks of anticipation. “Go!” he said.
The first man lined up on Tessa’s presented buttocks, raised his belt above his head and swung down hard, landing a hard blow of leather on her backside that cracked loudly and echoed around the room.

“Aaarrgggh!”

“Number two,” Myton prompted eagerly.

The next man swung down hard on her, the belt lashing cruelly across the rise of both her mounds at the same time, jolting her body and drawing a wailing scream from the tethered girl.

The next man, number three, lined up in the wide red welt on her buttocks and lashed down with his belt.
“Aaaiiieeeee!” she screeched as the hot burning pain tore through her. “Oh God help me pleeeeease!”

The fourth man, and the one directly to the end of the table, aimed his blow don the firm cleft of her backside, the inviting valley created by her buttocks and the little pink target of her anal ring. The blow landed savagely to crack spitefully hard on target, along the crease and on her tender ring, the tail end of the belt hitting and stinging on the small of her back. The effects of his lash were so profound that all paused to watch the slut convulsing in shaking spasms as the raw agony burned through her.

“That did the trick!” one man laughed loudly and then took his turn to slam down on the naked pale flesh of the screaming slut.

Each in turn lashed at her backside, beating her savagely with the wide leather belts that stung and marked her white flesh wickedly. The pace increased, the blows then raining down on her in a continuous torrent of pain and continued until Myton saw the slut’s eyes rolling and glazing over.

“Enough!” he barked in command. “We want her conscious for the next part.”

Whilst others put their belts aside two of the men helped themselves to a grope of her reddened backside, the fatter of the two men going straight between the backs of her thighs with his chubby fingers to touch and to finger her pussy slit.

“Her arse but not her cunt,” Myton announced formally as though laying down the rules. “Her pussy is reserved for me once I have broken her.”

All of the men grunted or nodded their understanding and looked to the tiny bum hole that winked out at them from between the sides of the valley her buttocks formed. Then, man number one, straddled the coffee table and squatted down a little, bending his knees to bring the head of his cock down to touch her arse. He angled his hips, shifting them to get the right angle of approach for her arse hole and then pressed the head of his cock against her little puckered ring.

“Noooooooooooooooo!” she wailed in panic. “No, please no!” the girl’s frantic struggling rocked the table as she writhed and pulled against her bonds, and then, “Aaaaarrrrrrggghh!”

The big man gripped her hips with his hands and lifted her a little, using her body as purchase and to pull her onto him.

The pressure on her little ring of muscles increased, the big head of his cock beginning to expand them out and around the bulbous glans. The ring stretched wide, impossibly so as her muscles clung to the head of his cock as it gradually pushed in.

“Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” she screamed in terrified agony as she felt the ring of muscles giving more and more, forced roughly apart by the huge invader into her most private of places. “It hurts! It’s burning! Stop, please I beg you… Stop!”

The man gave a low grunt and pulled on her hips, the resistance gave, her little hole was forced wider still and the head of his cock slipped inside her anal passage.

“Eeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiooooooowww!” she wailed as her ring finally split and his huge cock entered her backside. She wailed louder still as the entire length of his thick and long cock rammed brutally up her back passage to fill and stretch her narrow anal tract completely. The girl retched and gasped at the same time, her head thrashing side to side as the raw and burning pain ripped through her tender anal ring.

“My! But doesn’t the slut wail so prettily?” one man commented and drew a loud roar of laughter from the other men. Then silence fell as the man up her arse began a steady pumping, sliding his cock in and out of her arse hole, his cock slicked by the blood leaking from the torn muscles of her ring.

“Give to her,” one of the men hissed in wild excitement. “Fuck the slut hard.”

Others joined in; adding their encouragement as the pace increased and the table began to rock under the powerful thrusts of the man’s hips.

“Fuck the white bitch, fuck her arse hard.”

Tessa’s whole body, the table and her head rocked and jolted as the man pumped his cock brutally into her, slamming his hips hard against her backside as he forced his cock far up into her anal passage.

The men watched in silent aw now as the screaming white bitch was buggered mercilessly, a huge black cock stretching her arse wide and tearing at the delicate lining of her back passage. One of their number became so excited that he moved around to her head, knelt and fed his stiff cock into her gaping mouth and then forced it hard to the back of her throat.

From both ends the slut was fucked hard, the man in her mouth gripping her hair and using her locks to pump the steady rhythm as he lunged time and again into her soft, wet mouth. At length the man up her arse groaned as he felt himself coming, he pulled out, rested his glistening black cock on the cleft of her white buttocks and then cried out as he came. A powerful spurt of his cum jetted out, arcing up over the rise of her buttocks to splash down on her bound wrists and the small of her back. He rubbed himself to a finish there with jet after jet of this thick, warm cum spurting out to soil her young body.

No sooner had he finished and moved back than another man took his place, slipping his cock easily up her slicked arse hole and ramming fully up into the gurgling slut’s arse.

The man in her mouth came with a muttered cry of pleasure, his hips pumping fast and hard as he shot his thick wad of hot come into her mouth and down her stretched throat. It was Myton that took his turn next and forced his cock into the girl’s mouth, the sight of his white slut being abused was simply too much for him to resist.

Finally, and with all six men fully sated, the slut was left to sob and whimper her pain and suffering, still bound to the table as the men moved out onto the patio area for cooling drinks.


***



Jenny was stunned, shocked to the core, numbed of all feelings and thoughts before anger and fury took over. The photos of her naked and in the villa bedroom were disgusting, the thought of some pervert taking them through the open shudder repulsed her and, that he had entered the villa to put them on the table, frightening indeed.
Her first reaction was to take them to the police, to report it and to ask for protection but, the thought of all those black policemen ogling her nakedness changed all that. She looked again at the picture of her naked, the one with her knees parted and wiping at her pussy with a towel repulsed her. She shuddered, blushed in shame and leaned forward on the table with her head cradled in her arms and began to sob.


***



Tessa lay face down on the cold ceramic floor of her prison room at the villa. Unable even to sit to eat the meals brought to her, she ate lying down, propped up on her elbows and with using her hands. Her backside felt raw flesh; the awful burning and stinging still remained in her anus and the horrid taste of sperm still clung sickeningly in her mouth. She felt less than a woman, dirty, used and so very humiliated. Sex had never really figured in her thinking much less oral and – God forbid – anal sex but now? She had been raped in her mouth several times and buggered an equal number of times.

It she felt, as those the black men looked upon her as a piece of meat, not a woman or a giving person but a slab of meat with several holes in her body that could be used for… She shuddered in revulsion and tried to divert her thoughts. One thing was for sure now, she would get revenge on them, however long it took and however difficult it might prove to be, she would make them suffer as she herself had suffered.

Fighting them had proved fruitless and had resulted in her… her backside being used so dreadfully. Now though she had decided, she would play along with them, appear as though she was knuckling under and get them to drop her guard, even if that meant giving in an having sex with the big ape Myton. She would not beg, on that she was firm, she would though use her body, looks, sex and female ways to get him to lower his guard and bide her time before making a break for it. Several times she had heard the mention of a nightclub and white waitresses, perhaps that is where she was destined for, that being the case then life should be better there and would offer more opportunities to escape. She could perhaps slip notes to the guests; get them to call in the police and to get the horrible gang of blacks locked up for all time.

Tessa winced as another bolt of pain shot up her torn backside, she held her breath until the stinging pain passed and then she began to smile. “They won’t know what hit them,” she chuckled and rested her head down to try to sleep.


***


The wicked police chief had recovered following his orgasm, his big cock twitching again in excited arousal and his ball-sac full of hot sperm just waiting to be let loose into a warm and wet young cunt. He had retied the girl, taking advantage of her limpness when she had fainted to rope her in position and to draw the ropes tight to hold her there. Roping young girls, particularly attractive young white girls, was a pleasure indeed for him and he carried out his task slowly, savouring each and every moment of it.
She was in a standing position, with her feet pulled wide apart so as to keep her slim thighs and legs under an excruciating tension and in turn it lowered her body a little, nicely offering her cunt and arse at cock height. Her arm had been pulled high above her head, her wrists bond by thick rope and pulled over the rafters of the ceiling above her. To hold her body under a painful and constant tension. So harshly was she stretched up that her elbows pressed against the ides of her head to make it impossible for her to look to the sides or even to nod. The little waitress was naked, her crushed breasts and beaten nipples discoloured with bruising now that the wooden slats had been removed. Her pussy still leaked a dribble of sperm from his previous insertion into her sex and the girl was whimpering fearfully as the big man prepared to take his pleasure with her for a second time.
It was a regulation police weapon that he held in his hand, a long and whippy shaft of polished and hard wood that was used for crowd control, a device that was known to be brutally effective in that application. The last three inches of the long whip was split and divided into two, having the effect of trapping and pinching the skin cruelly when applied with even light force. The chief was expert in its use, his practice not only on rioters in days past but also on young women unfortunate enough to attend his sex sessions.
With his stiff cock bouncing as he walked the naked black police chief moved around to her left side and positioned himself about three paces back from her. He rested the end of the cane across the top of her jutting buttocks and paused there to savour her fear as the girl drew breath and tensed rigid.
“Please,” she begged pathetically, like a little girl begging of her mother. “Don’t hurt me anymore.”
The girl uttered a strangled cry as the whip lifted and although she couldn’t see it she sensed it being drawn back ready to hit her. For several agonising moments nothing happened, she flinched often during that time, wondering whether the pain would come now or not at all. Perhaps he was teasing, playing a sick joke and wouldn’t after all continue the torture. Her hips jolted forward like a boxer’s punch, jerking forward so hard and swiftly that her back arched and her body curved to thrust her pussy mound far out beyond the rest of her body. Her eyes locked wide and staring and her mouth gaped wide open, working in silent pleading as the explosion of pain registered in her brain. Then the terrible stinging and burning began. Hot and raw pain such as she had never know burned down into her buttocks, an agonising and indescribable pain that was simply too awful to bear. Her lungs filled and her body heaved then a high-pitched scream reverberated around the room to portray the depth of her suffering.
The whip had struck across both her buttocks mounds at the same time, the shaft slicing cruelly across the one nearest to him but the second taking the full impact of the tip, her soft skin trapped in the end split to amplify the pain most terribly. His cock gripped in excited spasm and his balls jerked in response to the slut’s screeching and the ay her body bucked and jerked against her bonds.
“Clumsy waitress,” he scolded in a thick and excited tone. “Careless girl.” Then he lashed her again. His cock reared and he grunted aloud as the sensations ripped through him, to see her in such pain pushed his level of thrill higher still and he lashed in harder and more brutally for that. Again and again he whipped her backside, thrashing her buttocks in a savage and heated assault of sheer wanton sadism until her skin was blotched red and the bluish bruising leaking specks of blood under the slamming impacts of the hard whip. The chef panted and grunted as he swung in, laying the hard whip on with all the force his powerful body could muster, thrashing her mercilessly until the girl could bear no more and slumped unconscious against the restraining ropes.
He stood silently looking at her slim naked body, hanging there lifeless but still stretched up in tension. A loud rattle echoed around the room as he dropped the whip to the floor and then moved in behind the girl, pressing himself against her warm back and with his cock pressed flat into the cleft of her beaten buttocks. The chief slid his arms around her sides and to her front, cupping both her breasts, one in each of his hands and kneading them reverently as he rubbed his cock up and down the crease of her backside. This continued, with him pulling and tweaking her nipples and grinding his cock hard against her firm, warm buttocks until the slut began to regain her senses and to come back to the present. He increased the pace of his rubbing and the pressure of his fingers and thumbs as he pinched at her nipples, revelling in her squeals of pain as the slut began to recover her senses.
“And now,” he said in a low and evil tone as he bug his fingernails hard down into the flesh of her tender teats. “I’m going to fuck that sweet little arse hole of yours.”
“Noooooooooooo!” she screamed as a pained wail.
“Yes!” he shouted back and pulled on her breasts to crush his body harder still against her. “I’m going to put my big black cock up that tight little bum hole of yours, white girl.”
“Pleeeeeeassse no!”
He chuckled sadistically and then shifted his hips back, angled the head of his cock down and pressed it into the cleft of her buttocks and to locate on the little puckered ring of her anus. The chief gripped her tits hard as the girl went wild, thrashing her hips rapidly back and forth in an effort to prevent the intended entry. He moved his hands down over the sides of her waist and onto her hips, gripped them firmly and held her steady. Then he began to press in.
Waaaaaaaaaaah!” she wailed as the pressure increased and her little ring of muscles was forced apart.
“Is that nice, white girl eh?” he taunted. “Is black man’s cock not to your liking?”
He forced hard in, using the great power of his hips to drive his cock hard in, the thick girth of it stretching her tiny ring brutally wide and splitting it in two places as he rammed home. Up and in her thrust, pushing the full length of his cock far up into her young body and stretching her narrow anal tract savagely. He rested there, savouring the feel of her warm and tight insides gripping around his throbbing shaft and delighting in her panting as her body adjusted to the huge invader defiling her back passage. Like a woman giving birth the girl sucked in air and blew it out, using her lungs and the oxygen rush to try to overcome just a little of the burning pain she was experiencing. After several moments of taking in her fear and the grip of her body around him the chief began to thrust, sliding his huge cock in and out of her tight little arse hole.
“God no!” she grunted as he slammed his hips hard against her. “Agony! Pain, burning pain. Stop. Please, please… Aaaarrgh!”
He jerked his hips up on the end of the inward strokes to rub the red of his cock cruelly along the insides of her delicate membrane tract, increasing her pain and his pleasure at the same time. The chief then increased the pace of his fucking, ramming hard to force his cock far up into her rectum and moaning his pleasure at the feel of her young body around his pulsing cock. Using his hold on her hips for purchase he thrust hard and frantically up her as the slut screamed like a scalded cat, pumping his big cock in and out of her little hole and defiling her body most cruelly. Given the thrill he had experienced during her whipping his excitement overcame him, he didn’t last long before grunting loudly, tensing and then coming to climax. The chief moaned and muttered as he came, spurting his hot cum up her arse as the girl retched and gurgled at the feel of his powerful jets inside her. He slowed his pace, using longer strokes that employed the entire length of his cock to empty himself into her and to complete the buggering of the wailing young waitress.
“You,” he said as he pulled out and slapped her arse playfully. “Are one hell of a fuck, white girl. I will certainly want to use your holes again.”
Her wailing was so loud and heartfelt that a more caring person might have been touched by it but the chief wasn’t moved in the least, far from it, he was already mentally planning his next session with the delightful little slut.


***


Jenny, concern still filling her mind tried to push her worries aside and hummed tunelessly to try to raise her spirits a little. She was in the bathroom of the villa, in just her little white bikini, doing her hair ready to spend a day on the beach, a little distraction was in order, she told herself and smiled mischievously at her reflection in the mirror – hunky white male distraction. The western end of the beach would be packed with holiday makers, those muscle-bound young studs at the beach bars and trawling the beach for nice looking girls. She giggled and pouted her painted lips, blew herself a kiss and went through to the bedroom to get her beach towel.
The hand came around from behind her and clamped hard over her mouth before even she had time to draw breath, let alone scream. She was lifted off her feet and pulled back hard against her attacker’s body; she could feel his hard erection pressing into her buttocks through their clothing. In one rapid and mind-blurring whirl of confusion she was propelled forward and thrown facedown on the bed, a heavy knee pressing down in the middle of her back to pin her there and to crush the breath from her. Panic filled her, she flailed and thrashed her arms and screamed into the hand over her mouth and then, as her wrists were grabbed and pinioned, the realisation hit home to her – there was more than one of them.
Jenny increased her desperate struggling pulling and writhing as her ankles were then held and her bikini top ripped roughly from her body. Her panic turned to a blind and crazed panic as her bikini bottoms were ripped away also and she felt the warm head of a cock probing between the backs of her upper thighs. She fought with all the strength she possessed as the cock nudged against her pussy lips, forced them apart and then pushed fully up inside her pussy in one urgent and brutal thrust. Her body was pounded mercilessly by the man’s full weight bearing down on her, crushing her face down into the cotton sheet as he pumped his cock savagely hard in and out of her pussy. She wept, sobbed and gagged as he fucked her hard, ramming his cock far up into her delicate insides in his race toward his pleasure peak. Her buttocks battered by his slamming hips as he lunged into her with powerful drive of his hips. Jenny gagged and felt the bile rising in her throat as she sensed him tense and then, a hot wash of his cum coated her insides. She retched as he pumped his cum into her and finally, thankfully for her, it was over, the man finished and pulled out, a trickle of his cum dripping down onto her naked buttocks as he did so.
Her relief though was short lived as a second cock pressed against the wet lips of her sex and she renewed her struggle to prevent it as the larger and thicker cock this time slid up inside her pussy and began an even more brutal pumping than the first.
“Bet the white bitch has never had four cocks at the same time,” she heard a gravely voice chortle. “And black cocks probably never.”
At that she lost control of her mind, she screamed with all the strength she had left in her and then slumped unconscious as the second dose of hot black man’s cum was injected up into her vaginal tract.


***


Tessa asked the henchman standing guard outside her door to arrange a meeting with Myton. ‘To discuss her compliance,’ she had said and now she sat in her room anxiously waiting his reply. Her backside had healed now if still a touch tender when she went to the toilet but otherwise it gave her no problems. She felt good and sexy, primed in mind and body to take on, overcome and to defeat the bastard Myton and his crew. She would lull them and get them to get her to the nightclub, there to work for a day or two and to find out the best route of escape and then – she would make her bid for freedom and put an end to the nightmare they had entrapped her in.

Her thoughts were broken by the henchman returning, the door swung open and the big Blackman stepped in, he jerked his head to the side to indicate that she should follow and said. “Be nice to mister Myton, bitch, you know how angry he gets when you defy him.”
Triumphant and beaming her delight, Tessa stood and walked past the henchman, rolling her hips sexily and wiggling her backside to tempt.

Myton was in his study, sitting behind a grand and wide desk of polished red mahogany, sitting in a leather swivel chair and reading a pile of papers on the desk before him. As Tessa walked in he looked up, grinned broadly and sat back in his big chair, crossing his legs and ogling her nakedness.
“Well?” he said knowingly. “You asked to see me.”
“You already know,” she said with a hint of irritation in her voice as she halted before his desk and stood with her hands by her sides.
Myton’s smile broadened.
“I need you to tell me,” he paused and then added, “Bitch.”
She sighed, her natural resistance and objection to an overbearing and supercilious man again coming to the fore but she bit it back, gave a half smile and began. “I want... No, I beg you to… To… Make love to me.”
Myton chuckled, his amusement and sense of victory great but he shook his head.
“Not good enough slut, you know what you have to say.”
Tessa sighed heavily, was on the point of snapping back at him and then relented in favour of her quest to overcome him with womanly guile.
“I beg you to… To give me your cock.”
Myton again scowled and shook his head; he ogled her pussy mound and felt his cock jerk to a hard and throbbing erection.
Tessa took a deep breath and tried again.
“I beg you to give me a length of your cock… Oh Christ!” she snapped in frustration. “This is absolutely ridiculous.”
Myton laughed a loud and mocking laugh.
“Didn’t think you could last long.”
“Please,” she blurted urgently and took a pace forward, her hands held up imploringly to try to salvage the situation. “Please, I’m tired, I need a little time.” She dropped her tone to that of a little girl and titled her head to the side, her stare and manner pleading. “Please, may I try again?”
Myton felt a surge of sensation in his cock at the teasing bitch’s play at him; he was inwardly stunned by the depth of her sexuality transmitted over to him. He swallowed hard and nodded.
“Please, mister Myton,” Tessa simpered in a little girly voice. “I beg you; please fuck my pussy with your big cock.”
Myton’s delight was all to obvious in his expression and his smile, he reached down to shift his hard cock into a more comfortable position as he looked into the young girl’s pleading deep eyes. “Bett…” he croaked, his throat dry with excitement and then tried again. “Better, much better. Now you just need to convince me that your new-found willingness is genuine.”
“And if I do?” Tessa jumped in, trying to capitalise on her advantage.
Myton huffed. “I don’t have to make deals with you.”
“I would work for you.”
He stared back unsmiling.
“In a bar or here at the villa at a nightclub perhaps. I have heard your men talk of your club.”
Myton looked at her for a second and then burst out laughing, real mirth that continued for several moments as Tessa stood blushing with embarrassment at being mocked so. “Let me get this straight,” he said trying to get his laughter to subside a little. “You do all that I ask, I fuck your cunt and you do it willingly with me just so that you can work in my bars and nightclub – is that right?”
“Why yes,” she responded, her expression one of bewilderment as to why he should question her eagerness.
Myton sat pondering a moment. She was destined for the club anyway once he had fucked her but her apparent willingness could perhaps, be put to good advantage he thought.
“Okay,” he said suddenly and firmly, “here is the deal. We fuck and you have to please me. I have a group of important clients arriving tomorrow, you please them too and then you may work at the club – as a waitress.”
Her mouth dropped open and her eyes widened in horror.
“A one time offer,” Myton prompted. “Refuse it and never again get the chance. You go back to your room and suffer as you have been, on a daily basis and until you do accept.”
“Yes!” She said too readily and then thoughts of his group of clients and what she would be expected to do with them began to dawn fully in her mind.
Myton grinned more broadly than he had ever.
“Get up on the desk then you, dirty white slut,” he said excitedly. “And prepare to take a nice black cock up you.”

Tessa climbed up onto the desk and lay back, one of her feet either side of him and her gaping pussy directed toward him. After a moment and when nothing had happened she raised herself up onto her elbows and looked down over her body at him. To her surprise he was still seated, ogling her open pussy for sure but not making any attempt to get at her.
“Something wrong?” she asked.
He looked up at her face.
“You have to talk to me throughout, you have to enjoy it and tell me that you are enjoying it, otherwise the deal is off and you go back to your room.”
She nodded, fighting back her revulsion and playing along with her plan of escape in mind.
Myton stood, undid his flies and eased his stiff cock out of his pants. He laid his long rod of meat on the mound of her pussy, proudly displaying it to her. “Think you can take it? Eh? White bitch, is a black cock too big for you?”
She swallowed hard, eyeing his huge cock with fear but nodded and croaked as sincerely as she possibly could. “Wonderful. I like a big cock and a black one looks so much nicer.”
He huffed in derision at her lies and slid the head of his cock down the slit of her moist pussy and rested the head at the entrance to her pussy tunnel. “Give me your hands,” he said and held out his. He grasped her wrists firmly and pulled her to him, sliding her body on the desk and slipping her pussy onto the shaft of his cock to cause her to gasp as he entered her. Hard he pulled on her wrists to draw her body harder onto him and then he paused to say. “Rest your ankle on my shoulders.”
She complied, lifting each leg in turn and resting her calves on his shoulder, one of her legs either side of his head and the backs of her thighs pressed up against his chest and stomach. Tessa gasped as his long cock penetrated her more deeply in that position and she tried to disguise the shudders of revulsion running through her. “Hmm, feels so nice,” she lied.
“Slut,” he sneered and lunged in hard, pulling back on her wrists to drive all of his cock into her and to draw a soft cry from her red painted lips.
“Yes, she puffed, feigning pleasure, “Yes, I am a slut. A slut that likes cock, stiff and hard black cock.”
He pulled back and then thrust in hard, slamming his hips against her buttocks and shoving the entire long length of his stiff rod up her.
“Oh God! Oh Christ!” she panted fearfully and then began to wail softly as he took up a steady and powerful thrusting to fuck her cunt hard.
“Bitch,” he panted excitedly. “Fucking white bitch.”
He drove into her in a frenzied pumping of total sexual thrill and excitement, battering so hard against her slight body that the desk was inched along the floor with each slamming inward thrust he gave.
“Aaah! Aaaah. Oh yes. Ooooh. Yesssss!” she panted, her back arching and her head resting back as her insides coped with the long and hard rod pumping brutally into her.
“Talk slut,” he grunted as he pounded hard into her.
“God yes. So good, so hard, so nice. Do it harder – fuck me harder!”
Her whole body jolted and jerked as he slammed into her in a heated and powerful ramming of his hips and backside, driving his cock into her brutally without a care for her pleasure.
“Harder! Haaaaaaaarder!” she screamed.
Myton was stunned by her eagerness and need. Gone were the lies and the false pleasure, the girl now was so turned on and wanting that her cries were real and her sexual lust ravenous. He pumped faster and harder into her, slamming with full force against her pussy lips and ramming every last inch of his big cock up her.
“Big,” she panted loudly. “So big and so hard. “Yes. Yes. Yeeeeessssssssssssssssss!”
Myton came at the same time, his cum literally sucked out of his cock as her internal muscles clamped in seizure and gripped hard around the whole length of cock. He remained unmoving as her body bucked and jerked in orgasm, massaging her warm, wet insides around his jerking shaft to drain it fully of his cum.
“Filthy little bitch,” he muttered as he pulled out and casually pushed her legs to the side as though they were an obstruction to him. Myton looked down on the naked girl as she twitched and jerked in post-orgasmic pleasure, this one will certainly please his clients, he thought and chuckled. I wonder though if she truly realises just what that entails though.



***


Jenny didn’t know where she was as she came around from her faint. All was dark around her, that much she could tell, she was on her knees with the side of her face pressed down on polished floorboards, she could smell the wax of the polish. Gradually her mind worked to take in her surroundings and position, her mind clearing and logical thoughts piecing together her situation piece by piece. She was naked, completely so, not a stitch of clothing covering her body and her sex presented in blatant open offering between the backs of her thighs.
Her knees were splayed wide to lower her hips and pelvis nearer to the floor and her arms were pulled back under her so that her hands were between her spread knees and beneath her pussy. She couldn’t see to know exactly how, but her ankles and wrists were held together in some way, clamped there to add an excruciating tension to the uncomfortable position. Her arse hole was stretched wide with a probe of some kind forced up into it, creating an awful dull ache along with an acute burning sensation around it. Jenny was sobbing in her pain and misery, at a loss to know where she was or why she had been so brutally raped and kidnapped. Her sobbing turned then to a pained wailing that went on for several minutes and then halted abruptly as she thought she heard a sound.
Is anyone there?” she called out hesitantly in the darkness, her feeble voice quavering and portraying her great fear. Again she heard a soft shuffle, as though someone moved their feet or moved their legs to rub their clothing.
“Waaaaaaaahhhhhh!” she cried out as the electric current was suddenly switched on and the probe up her arse began to vibrate noisily and violently. “Oh God,” she blubbered and then held her breath as the juddering vibrations were conducted through her entire body. Her tits jiggled and her thighs shook in trembling, gripping convulsions, such was the power of the vibrator. She knelt there on the floor wailing and sobbing as the teeth- rattling vibrations tore through her entire body.
Suddenly she was bathed in bright light, so powerful was it that she closed her eyes to the glare of the spotlights and then, a loud cheer rose from many throats and the nightclub audience clapped and shouted their delight.
Jenny was shocked to the core, her mind battling to try to absorb the enormity of her situation. She was naked and kneeling, bound hand and foot, with a vibrator stuck up her arse hole and – in front of God knows how many watching people. She just wanted to die, for the floor to open up and swallow her and to be able to cover herself and her acute embarrassment. But of course she could do nothing, nothing but rest there as the terrible jarring vibrations tore at her body and to close her eyes and to wish it all away. It was difficult for her to hear above the buzzing noises in her head, body and ears but it seemed to her that an auction of some kind was being held, bids being made and eager voices calling to be allowed to take their… Oh God! The realisation then hit home to her – she was being sold, more precisely her pussy was being auctioned off to the highest bidder. She began to wail and sob so loudly that she received a wickedly hard lash of a stick across her backside to shut her up and then the bidding for her continued.
Her wailing began again as the auction ended and a heavy silence fell over the audience, she felt someone grip her hips, a cock head probing at the entrance of her pussy and then she screamed as he pushed in, ramming the entire length of his cock up her in one brutally hard thrust. Her already acute humiliation was amplified, now she was being raped again but this time before a cheering and chanting audience, publicly fucked on her knees like a dog in the street. Jenny closed her eyes and held her breath as her body was battered and jolted by the man slamming against her and the huge thick cock being pile-driven into her sex hole. His belly crushed painfully against the vibrator sticking out of her arse to force the hard object ever further up her anus and to bring another and different wave of pain to her. It was with some relief that she welcomed his orgasm, disgusting as it was that he should shoot his cum up her, it did however signal the end to her ordeal – or so she thought.
“And the next man please,” Myton announced loudly as the man pulled out of her. “The next of the twelve men that will have the slut tonight.”
The audience went wild as Jenny screamed like they had never heard a girl scream before, a pained and heart-rending wailing of the very deepest misery.



***


Tessa felt a new woman, she had achieved her first ever orgasm and hell – had it been good! Her views on sex had now changed, with experiences such as the mind-boggling orgasm she had achieved and the promise of many more like it she now welcomed sex, men and their cocks. She still found black men distasteful but, for the moment at least she could suffer them, her plan now aided by her over-powering desire to have sex again and again.
She was in his private bedrooms, dressing and making up her face ready to receive and to ‘please’ his important clients. She felt her pussy moisten at the thought and her clitoris firm to a wonderful pulsing hardness at the very thought. They would all want her, would ogle and get hard for her; she drew breath, the pounding sensations rushing through her so strong as to take her breath. She would be the centre of attention, the object of desire to them and those thoughts made her proud and pleased indeed. Soon, very soon, after pleasing his clients she would make her break for freedom and once out of that place, would embark on a sexual adventure in life that she had refused until now. One by one she would take them to a room, please them and await the next one, that was how she visualised it and another thrill shot through her as she imagined a queue of excited men simply aching to get their turn with her. She had outlined her planned seduction to Myton and he had grinned, she took that as approval of her scheme, one at a time and in private surroundings where, she could use her sexuality to full effect.
Tessa hummed softly as she dressed, she felt good, so very good and confident now, ready to take on the world and all the men they could throw at her – including blacks.



***



At the appointed time the dance floor was cleared and a simple high-backed dining chair was placed in the centre of it. In the circle of light the spotlight created the chair was positioned with care and the ropes attached, the trailing ends ready to receive the subject of the cabaret that evening.
The young, redheaded waitress kicked, pulled and struggled frantically as the two big black men dragged her through the crowd and onto the dance floor. She was forced forward over the back of the chair, her face pressed down on the seat of the chair and the high back pushing up into her belly. Her ankles were roped to the rear legs of the chair as the watching crowd began to hum and buzz with excited anticipation, some already craning to get a look up the back of her little skirt where it had pull up to show her panties.
A roar went up, loud clapping and cheering preceded Myton onto the dance floor, he walked proudly, swaggering and swishing the cane in his right hand as he went.
“Tonight, gentlemen,” he paused then to add,” and one or two ladies...” The crowd responded with a cursory round of laughter and then Myton continued. “… We have a different style of entertainment for you.”
“Yes!” the crowd responded as one voice and it took several moments for it to subside enough for Myton to continue.
“Tonight we bid for this pretty little ginger muff,” he paused to grip her knickers at the back and to pull them down to her knees, exposing her fiery bush of ginger pubic hair and the deep pink gash of her pussy to the baying crowd.
Again the crowd went wild and it took Myton’s six henchmen many minutes to quieten them down and to repel the surge onto the edges of the dance floor.
He tapped the cane on the girl’s bare buttocks and flipped her little skirt up onto her back with the end of it to draw more applause and shouting from the excited crowd as the whole of her backside was put on display. “Ten men only tonight…”
A low moan of disappointment rippled through the crowd.
“But!” he shouted above the noise to gain their attention. “Not only do those ten get to thrash her first…”
“Yes!” the crowd shouted.
“They get to fuck her ginger pussy.”
“Yes!”
“And,” Myton shouted excitedly like a salesman whipping up his audience as he closed the sale, “they get to use her arse hole too!”
“Yes. Yes. Yes!” the crowd shouted back excitedly, drowning out the girl’s frantic screaming and bringing a state of disorder bordering on panic as the men surged forward again.
“Please! Gentlemen please!” Myton raised his arms and voice to try to restore order. “Please, stand back and allow the bidding to begin.”
A hush fell over the crowd and the surge dispelled, the members melting back to the edges of the dance floor to stand watching as Myton raised the cane. “Do I hear two-hundred for the first man to claim this pretty little slut’s arse?” he swiped the cane hard across her presented buttocks to draw a strangled scream from the girl and a roar of approval from the audience.
“Two-twenty,” someone shouted.
“Two-fifty if I can be first,” another bid came and was followed by a round of laughter.
Up to two-hundred and eighty the bidding went before the first man drew his number and stood waiting impatiently as the bidding continued. Finally all ten lucky men lined up behind the tethered girl and the first of them accepted the cane from Myton.
“Maximum four lashes, Myton cautioned with a grin, “we want her conscious for the last men in the queue.”
The man lashed in with a savage blow that employed the full swing and momentum his body could muster, thwacking the cane so hard across her backside that it split down it length and became frayed at the end. The girl’s body jolted violently under the impact, her hips jerking forward to scrape the chair across the polished boards and to draw from her a pitiful scream of the deepest pain. Agin he lashed her bare backside and then again, brutal lashes that cut into her skin cruelly with the frayed tip of the long cane. He only gave her three strokes, his excitement overcame him, the man dropped the cane, moved in behind her and let out a low groan of pleasure as he slipped his cock up into her pussy.
The crowd urged him on with a noisy round of clapping and shouting, his hips pumping frantically like a mating rabbit to fuck the bitch’s cunt hard and furiously. The squat and overweight black man, his ebony body shimmering with a coating of sweat, arched his back and cried out as he came, pumping his cock faster and harder as he emptied himself up into the redhead’s young body.
“And the next one please,” Myton instructed as would a ringmaster, he picked up the cane, handed it to the next man and then stood back to watch the waitress slut get her arse caned again.



***



Jenny was alone, locked up in one of the secure rooms at the rear of the nightclub. She was suspended, her backside about three-feet off the floor and her arms and legs pulled wide to the sides. Strong ropes attached to the rafters above her held her in suspension, tied tightly around her ankles and wrists to produce a most awful pull on her aching limbs. She was sobbing still, her pussy sore from the many man that had taken her and hurting mentally from the terrible way she had been publicly humiliated.
Kidnapped, she knew now what had happened to her, her mind was clearer now, she had been raped, kidnapped and raped again by a gang of evil looking black men, she shivered in disgust and blurted a huge sob in her misery. The girl tensed in fear as she heard the door being unlocked and held her breath as the heavy steel-lined door swung open and then, she let out a great sigh of relief and joy as a uniformed police chief stepped into the room.
“Thank God you have found me!” she extolled gratefully. “I am so pleased to see you. The police arriving to save me is better than I could have prayed for.”
The police chief grinned, his gaze down between her naked thighs and at her gaping sex slit, then he began to laugh loudly.


***


Myton lounged back in the deeply upholstered settee, a drink in one hand, the other laid out along the back of the settee and one leg slung casually across his other knee. His guests, the prospective clients, were chatting noisily, all ten of them engaged in heated discussions of varying topics.
“Gentlemen,” Myton said loudly enough to gain their attention but evenly enough to still have a semi-casual air about him. “If our deal is agreed, I should like to provide you all with a little…” he paused to raise his eyebrows, “entertainment.”
“Rather presumptuous of you, Myton,” one of the senior of the prospective clients said firmly. “We discussed the deal in detail but we haven’t yet agreed it.”
Myton nodded acceptance of the man’s comment.
“I though feel that we have a basis to go forward on and really, waiting would be detrimental.”
“Pushy aren’t you?” another offered.
Again Myton nodded. “But that pushiness has served me well in the past.”
Two of the other guests agreed with him and addressed their comments to their senior. “Are we? Are we agreed?”
The senior looked around to all of the men in turn and received their nods of approval.
“Damn you, Myton,” the senior man said smiling, “You certainly know how to seal a deal.”
“Excellent!” Myton said beaming his delight. “I’ll have the contract drawn up in the morning – copy to all, naturally.”
“Right,” another asked excitedly and rubbed his hands together greedily. “What is this entertainment you have lined up for us – not dirty videos again is it?”
A groan of disapproval came from the other guests and Myton held up his hands in a calming manner, palms out and with an expression of mischief etched on his face. “Better than videos,” he said teasingly.
“Girls? Live girls?” one man blurted, his eyes wide in hope and shifting to the edge of his seat. “Strippers?”
Myton chuckled. “Better than that even.”
“Tell!” another said urgently. “Tell us you crafty bastard.”
“Young girl – singular – one that likes cock and herself and, better still even, she is…” He paused for effect, “… White.”
The gasps were many, one clapped his hands in delight and others muttered their approval.
“Just a couple of things to note,” Myton said evenly. “She loves herself and being the centre of attraction, play her along for a while, and let her think she is the best thing since sliced bread…”
“And the other thing?”
Myton paused before giving out his lie. “She loves pain. Likes it hard and rough and – being whipped until she bleeds.”
“Splendid!” one stated firmly and stood up, and if he wasn’t black his face would surely have been flushed red with excitement. The others added their approval and the bulges growing in the fronts of their trousers confirmed their delight.
“Ready?” Myton asked grinning and waved his hand to the henchman standing by the door. “Remember though, let her think she is the most desirable woman in the world, appear in awe and drooling, lead the slut on a bit…”
“Before we fuck her cunt raw,” the big man finished the sentence for him to draw a round of laughter from his colleagues. “And to show her what a good black cock feels like.”
“Exactly,” Myton chuckled and called to the henchman, “Bring the Tessa slut in.”


***



She couldn’t believe her eyes, was quite unable to take in what was happening. Jenny gawped open-mouthed as the grinning police chief stripped off his uniform shirt and tie, then his cap and began undoing his trousers. Only as his huge stiff cock sprang free from his trousers to stand up in hard erection did the awful truth begin to dawn on her. She shook her head side to side in denial of his intentions and struggled hard to break the hold the strong ropes had on her wrists and ankles. Her hips bucked high and her body undulated, she screamed as she swung back and forth like a child’s swing, desperately trying to break free before the big oaf could get at her. She wailed louder still and redoubled her frantic struggling as the big police chief picked up a wide leather strap and advanced on her, a huge grin etched on his face and his big cock bouncing in hard erection.
The leather strap landed with a sickeningly loud thwack, stinging the pale skin of her buttocks and jerking her body hard under the brutal impact. Her body locked rigid in tension as she screamed her pain loudly, her body bouncing in the rope cradle as she thrashed and writhed in agony.
The chief moved a little more to her side, lined up the next blow to the backs of her upper thighs and then lashed in with a savagery unknown even to him. He lashed her cruelly, the wide leather slapping her tender flesh so hard so as to momentarily distort it before the flesh bounced back to its previous proportion but with a wide red welt to mark its target area.
The girl went into a jerking series of uncontrollable convulsions, her body and mind quite unable to cope with the awful pain burning down into her young body. Her head thrashed wildly side to side and she screeched her suffering loudly as her hips pumped up and down in a rapid and lewd jerking that fully portrayed her deep suffering.
The chief watched her in pain, his cock responding in jerking little spasms of pleasure at the sight of her pussy and thighs, pumping up and down, he imagined himself up her at that time and a blob of pre-lubrication oozed from the eyehole of his cock. Again he lashed her and then again, thrashing the screaming bitch’s backside until the whole of her buttocks and the backs of her thighs glow red with beaten soreness. His balls griped in thrill and his own anus quivered in delightful sensation as he laid the pain on her with an increasing enthusiasm.
After some twelve hard lashes to her backside he paused, watching the slut wriggle around in agony, delighting in the movements of her slim, young body and then he began to whip the outsides of her thighs, the tender parts near the top, the parts that would produce most pain for her. Sadistically he thrashed her, lost in a detached world of pumping sexual thrill, the chief laid lash after hard lash on the screaming girls thighs and until the slut began to slump in near-unconsciousness and then he halted. He moved in between her stretched thighs, close in until his ebony black belly was close to her white pussy mound and the tip of his hard cock jutted up to press against the small of her back. He extended his thick middle finger and pressed the tip to the tight little ring of her arse hole, holding it there threateningly as the slut held gasped in fear and then held her breath.
“Your arse hole has already been used,” he sniggered. “So I am told – lots of people told me actually.”
Jenny let out a low groan at the reminder of what she had suffered at the nightclub. The public buggering of her backside and the using of her to sate the gross sexual needs of so many men.
“Shall we try it again, white slut?”
“Noooooooooooooooo!” she screamed as his big finger forced in, tearing wide her tender anal ring and pushing up inside her still sore back passage. She screamed again as he forced a second finger in alongside the first and then she gagged noisily as he jammed in a third.
“I expect you won’t mind your pussy being fucked after this will you, bitch?”
He took up a hard and brutal thrusting ramming his three fingers up into her arse as the girl retched and blubbering pain. Four fingers next he used, all side by side and his hand flat, her tiny anal ring stretched so wide that in places it split under the terrible pressure. His cock reared in thrill and he wedged his thumb in also, formed his hand into a fist inside her and began pumping it in and out of her bleeding anal tract. He chuckled as she vomited and pushed his fist harder and faster in and out of her to pound her delicate narrow tunnel sadistically. Finally, the man was overcome by his sense of excitement; he pulled his fist out to a heart-rending scream from the girl and then slipped his cock easily up into her pussy.
The police chief held onto her thighs as he thrust in, hard and brutal lunges of his hips to jar her body and to drive the entire length of his cock up her sex hole. Frantically he pumped into her, slamming hard against her frail naked body to fill her insides completely and to make her howl in pain. He angled his hips to batter his pubic bone against her jutting clitoris, savagely crushing the tender little bud on each hard and powerful inward thrust he gave. Hard back on her thighs he pulled, drawing her ever harder onto him as he pumped his hard rod of black meat far up into her young body. As he came, the police chief pulled out and rested the head of his cock on her pussy mound, his hot cum jetting out in forceful spurts to splatter down over her naked tits and belly. His cock twitched in excited little spasms to spurt jet after jet of his thick sperm over her body and he, revelling in her deep revulsion at the feel of his thick, sticky seed on her naked skin.
The slut had been fucked hard, as all women deserved, he felt. The chief finally pulled back, wiped the head of his cock down the crease of her arse to remove the globules from his glans and then stood back to gloat.
“Now you know, white slut” he sneered as he got dressed. “What it feels like to be ‘black man’s meat.’”


***


Tessa felt a mix of emotion that hit her like a locomotive, shock and thrill combined that hit her instantaneously the moment she stepped into the room. So stunned by the number of men in the room was she that it required a shove in her back from the henchman to get her moving again. A hefty thud low in her vulva and not a little apprehension mixed with a pumping thrill that ran through her all at the same time. Tessa pulled her shoulders back, pushed her chest out, lifted her chin up and then began to walk into the room like a fashion model on catwalk.
She had dressed in a short pleated skirt in black, so short that it finished midway up her slender thighs, clinging to her shape and clearly defining the swell of her buttocks at the back. A long-sleeved blouse in deep emerald green contrasted beautifully with the skirt to give a simpering and alluring look to her. High-heeled shoes and with her dark hair lacquered to a style that framed her face, she looked good and knew it, a radiant and good looking woman that no man could resist. Tessa strutted proudly, aware of all eyes on her, into the centre of the group where she turned theatrically to allow her little skirt to flare out as she spun and to give a fleeting glimpse of her upper thighs.
She stood now in the centre of the seated group, bathing in the attention that was all on her, loving every heady second of it and playing to her drooling audience with beaming smiles and pouted kisses. Tessa stood as the many pairs of eyes roamed her body and face, inspecting her, mentally undressing her and simply hungry in desire for her. It was as it should be; she felt, her being lusted for and wanted and men, those silly ignorant men, longing for her.
“Gentlemen,” Myton announced proudly. “Meet Tessa, a filthy little white slut that likes black cock.”
Tessa’s face fell at the comment to an expression of deep thunder, her big moment ruined by an insult that the men enjoyed much and laughed aloud to display it. She flushed slightly and shifted in her stance, wriggling with embarrassment no and no longer queen of the show.
Myton continued to humiliate her before the men. “She sucks cock, drinks cum, likes her arse shagged hard and…”
“No!” she shouted back angrily. “Not true… I, well… I did those things against my will.”
Myton closed the verbal trap he had set for her. “And came to orgasm against your will too I suppose.”
Tessa blushed red and hung her head as the men laughed aloud to mock her in her acute embarrassment. “Not fair,” she muttered, “that isn’t how it was.”
“Lift your skirt, slut and show my guests what lies beneath your clothing,” Myton ordered.
She shot him a horrified stare. “In private I will, as we discussed, one to one with…” she halted abruptly in her flow as Myton stood up and walked over to her. She flinched as he raised his hand but not fast enough, and received a brutally hard slap across her left cheek that knocked her to the floor.
“That’s the way to treat them, one man complimented Myton, “Show them who is boss and don’t take any shit.”
Myton reached down, grabbed her hair at the back of her head and lifted the snivelling and now screaming Tessa to her feet. “Don’t you dare!” he raved as an angry snarl. “Ever defy or disobey me.”
Tessa was up on tiptoe with her head pulled back by the excruciating grip he had on the back of her hair. She could do nothing as he used his free hand to lift the front of her skirt and pulled it up to her waist.
“Oh yes,” one of the guests stated emphatically. “I like a nice firm pussy mound, just look at the way those little white knickers pull up into the crack of her cunt.”
“Bet those thighs of hers would warm my ears beautifully,” another offered to yet another round of mocking laughter.
“Let’s see it Myton,” one man asked excitedly. “Let’s see this bit of white puss.”
“Patience my friend,” Myton said calmingly, all will be revealed. First though, this haughty little piece of white meat needs yet another lesson in manners.”
He pushed her head roughly away, releasing his grip on her at the same time. He slipped off his belt and wound it round his hand as Tessa whimpered in fear and eyed the belt in terror. “Lift your skirt, slut and show your panties to my guests,” he ordered her gruffly and raised the belt above his shoulder.
She made no move to comply and he lashed her hard, slapping the wide leather belt savagely across her upper back to draw a strangled cry of pain from her and to send her into yet another round of blubbering and snivelling. Again he lashed her and then again until finally she relented, gripped the hem of her skirt with both hand and lifted it up to her waist.
She stood there sobbing, her shoulders shaken by her heartfelt sobs, showing herself under duress and only in fear of more pain. Her head hung down and her gaze was to the floor, all of her hopes and plans of being the star attention turned to a horrid and humiliating display of herself under threat of being whipped.
“Now turn round and show us the back,” Myton ordered and didn’t wait for her to hesitate, he lashed her hard with the belt to ensure that she complied, catching her a stinging blow across her shoulder blades that arched her body in pain and drew a penetrating screech from the weeping girl. But it worked; she turned without argument, slid her hands around to the back of her skirt and lifted the hem up to the small of her back.
“Terrific arse!” one of the guests enthused and rubbed his hands together in delight.
“Mmmm,” another added, “Wouldn’t mind getting my cock up that crack I can tell you.”
More laugher ran around the gathered men as the girl stood shamed and unable to respond to the comments being voiced about her.
“Now your tits,” Myton spat and added, “slut girl that thinks too much of herself. Undo your blouse and show us your tits, girl.”
It was all so unfair, Tessa sobbed as slowly unbuttoned her blouse, not the way she had planned it and not the way it should be. This wasn’t the way she wanted sex, she wanted it on her terms, in her way and – she realised now – this was the very reason the bastard Myton was doing this to her.
“Oh yes,” one man moaned in appreciation as her blouse opened and the deep swell of her cleavage became exposed. The other men ogled and leered, mostly silently, with growing bulges pushing out the fronts of their trousers and other giving offered comments as to how good their cum would look splashed over her firm orbs.
“Now, slut,” Myton instructed her. “You will refill my guests’ glasses. Look upon it as good practice for when you become a waitress at the nightclub.”
His comment drew knowing smirks and grins from the men, all of whom knew of the duties that a waitress there was expected to perform.
As Tessa moved between the men, bending over and pouring drinks, she was groped and fondled freely. Black hands touched and stroked, squeezed and felt, they roamed eagerly up her skirt, down the front of her blouse and even inside her panties, excited thick fingers pressing and probing at her sex. All of the men, two or three of them at a time at some stages, groped and touched her body as she went about her task. She was crying constantly, choking back sobs and with tears rolling down her cheeks and running onto her chin. It was all so base, not at all sexy, she felt. It was using her as… As she had heard them describe her… White meat, a female body simply to be used for sex and nothing more. Her views on sex now had changed back again, men were loathsome creatures, interested only in sex without any other emotions to accompany it and – her previous thinking was confirmed to her - black men were the worst of all. She blurted a sob and wiped a hand across her cheek to remove the tears then completed the refilling of the glasses as quickly as she could.
Myton called for a toast which all responded to and raised their glasses in readiness.
“To see in the slut naked,” Myton offered with a grin and immediately the toast was taken up with all men responding, chinking glasses and then gulping down their drinks.
“NO!” Tessa screamed loudly to stun all present into silence. All of her pent-up emotions came spilled out in a heated tirade of flat refusal. “This isn’t how it should be. I won’t do it, you can beat me as much as you wish but I will not… I refuse to… undress before a crowd of… of…”
“Calmly,” Myton interjected in a soothing voice. “Calmly girl, I agree with you.”
She was thrown, halted in her tracks by his switch of viewpoint.
“You do?”
Myton nodded and half-smiled.
“Fear not, my little Tessa bitch, Myton will protect you.” He pondered a moment having now silenced the girl and then said. “You will select one of my guests yourself, is that more acceptable to you?”
One man huffed in irritation. “If it were me I would slap the bitch until she did as she was told.” All others muttered their agreement; his appeasement of her was not at all well received.
“Please gentlemen,” Myton implored his guests with a wicked grin. “Line up and drop your trousers, let the slut choose for herself.”
Moaning and muttering in discontent the men complied and soon a straight line of trouser-less men formed along the room, their stiff cocks jutting out, bobbing and twitching in hard erection.
Myton looked to Tessa and waved her to him. “Kneel and choose, slut. You have to handle and suck each and everyone of them first before making your final selection.”
The men laughed loudly and applauded his inventiveness but Tessa? She didn’t appreciate it one bit and sank to her knees as ordered but sobbing with her hands covering her face.
“No, please no,” she wailed as a pathetic blubbering. “Don’t make me do this, please, please not this.”
Myton kicked at her arse to land a jarring blow to her buttocks and raised the leather belt threateningly.
“Do it, slut,” he hissed and lashed her upper back hard with the belt to make her scream loudly and to prompt her to shuffle forward on her knees, to the first man in the line. He watched as she fought back the sobs, extended her hand and gripped the first man’s cock to bring a shudder of revulsion from her and a throaty groan of approval from him. Myton lashed again hard. “Now suck it, bitch.”
Sobbing heavily in total misery, shame, revision and utter disgust, Tessa opened her mouth wide, dipped her head in and closed her soft lips around the pink head of the man’s cock. She knelt there holding his thick black cock with one hand and the end of it in her mouth as the other men and Myton made lewd and insulting remarks about her and what a filthy slut she was. It was degradation of the worst kind for her, utter shame and total humiliation at the hands of black men.
“And the next,” Myton snapped and lashed at her buttocks with the belt, the hard leather making a satisfyingly cracking sound on the thin material of her skirt. He moved closer to her, ensuring that she shuffled sideways on her knees to the next man, gripped his cock and fed it into her mouth to begin bobbing her head back and forth a few times.
“Mmmm,” the bitch has the lips and mouth of an angel,” the man groaned in pleasure as the girl worked on him.
“Enough,” Myton said and slapped her not overly hard with the belt. “And the next one now.”

All ten cocks Tessa tried, sobbing and wailing throughout she performed her task on her knees, taking ten hard black cocks into her mouth in turn and hating every disgusting and awful second of it. Finally and as she drew back from the last one, wiping the back of her hand across her mouth to try to remove some of the pre-lubrication that had dribbled on her lips, she was allowed to stand.

“Now choose, slut,” Myton said with a snigger. “Select the black cock you want up your pussy.”

Tessa sobbed loudly, she didn’t want any, she stood weeping and snivelling as all men eyed her hungrily.

Eventually and only to appease, she stepped forward pointed to the second man in the line and touched the end of his cock with the tip of her finger.

“This one,” she said as a whisper and in a tone that fully portrayed her reluctance and resignation.

The other men groaned in disappointment but the selected man chuckled. “I’ll fuck her pussy so hard she will think that she will think that the ten of us have been up there.”

More laughter and cheering to followed Myton’s next announcement. “Now select another and after that another, and then another.”
Tessa looked to him, her bottom lip began to quiver and her bawling began renewed. “Nooooo, you can’t do this to me,” she wailed.
He laughed back at her and then his expression and tone became set and serious. “I can do anything I wish with you, white girl. You think too much of yourself, you over-rate your looks and your appeal. Now select the cocks in order.”
Tessa shook her head and backed away, fearful of another stinging lash of the belt, she turned and ran, heading toward the door in desperate flight from the scene. As the henchman stepped out to block the doorway she turned to the left, running around the outside of the large room squealing in panicked fear.

“Get her!” Myton shouted excitedly. “Catch the slut and strip her.”

All ten black men, cheering and shouting excitedly made straight for her, leaping over settees and chairs to get at the slut. They surrounded the wailing girl and trapped her within an enclosure of human black flesh, their eager hands reaching out to her, pulling and tearing at her clothing as she screamed the house down and tried to fight back. Within a few moments her clothing had been torn from her body and the hands now roamed her naked flesh, feeling and pinching, squeezing and groping in a heated assault of sexually fuelled lust.

“Bring her,” Myton called out excitedly above the noise, “Into the centre of the room.”

By the arms and legs they lifted and carried her, face down and squirming as she struggled to try to break free. Just as they were about to put her down on the floor the big senior guest called for them to halt. Eagerly he lay down on the floor beneath her and angled his stiff cock up toward her pussy, opened his mouth ready to receive one of her nipples – then they lowered her face down onto him.

Her naked white body pressed down onto his black flesh, his big cock sliding up into her stretched pussy and his mouth covering one of her tits as the men held her arms and legs tightly to spread-eagle her on top of him. Myton moved in to the side, lifted his arm and slapped her belt down hard on her bare buttocks as the big man fucked her front beneath.
“Oh Christ!” he cried out as her backside was thrashed hard. “Her gripping insides are sucking my cock dry.”
Myton laid lash after lashed on her naked buttocks, whipping her hard and frantically as the man up inside her took his pleasure with her. As the man came and shot his wad of hot cum up into her young body Myton passed the belt to another of the guests, waited until the man beneath her was replaced by another and then took a grip on her wrist. He held her tightly as she was fucked a second time, the man whipping her laying the belt on with a savage fury that fully portrayed his high level of excitement.

Dose after dose of thick cum was injected into her as each of the ten men took their turn, her pale buttocks beaten to a raw redness as she was whipped soundly throughout. Finally, and only as Myton jetted his load of thick, hot cum onto the back of her head and her shoulders did her ordeal come to an end. She was dropped unceremoniously onto the floor to lay there blubbering and sobbing her woes.

“Now slut,” Myton said with a triumphant chuckle. “You can serve as a waitress in the nightclub and continue your new life – as black man’s meat.”

The End.


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