Black Cock Master It was about 2p.m. on a Wednesday when Carrie's boyfriend called and suprised her by
letting her know that he wanted to take her to dinner that evening. Needless to say, she
was happy, because things hadn't been going very well in their relationship lately and she
felt that he didn't act interested in her for the past couple of months.
She asked her boss if she could leave work early that day, and without explanation,
she was allowed to. Carrie wanted to buy a new outfit for the evening, so she drove to
the mall and went to her favorite store to pick out an outfit. Being that she mostly wore
mini-skirts or pants with button down blouses, which was not the way an English girl
with a royal bloodline dresses, choosing what kind of outfit to wear wouldn't be difficult.
She simply had to choose what color her ensemble would be. She saw a beatiful purple
silk mini-skirt that she felt would be perfect for the evening. She purchased a sheer
white silk button-down blouse to compliment the mini-skirt.
She arrived home and started to prepare for the evening. She showered and primped
for at least two hours. She threw her highlighted brown hair up into some big hotrollers
for a soft sexy curl. Carrie knew that her boyfriend loved that look. He always told her
that it was very feminine and sexy the way it gently bounced when she walked. She was
doing everything right to make this Black Cock Master for a
hot cunt Ð she was looking to get 3 hots, a flop in a classy crib, a nice
car, and some bling. It was a good deal for both. She had signed a tough
pre-nup, and wouldnÕt get anything if she divorced me, so she was stuck
with me while I was inside.
After a short period in the slammer, I had in effect been "sold" to
settle some dispute by the white biker and skinhead gangs that had rights over
me as a white guy to a Black gang, the GangstaDukes. The guards knew about
this kind of stuff and ignored it if it kept order. My "owner" was
Master D, a senior boss in the Dukes. After the sale, I had been gang-raped in
the shower by his homeys, and had to live in his crib as his bitch slave. I
was required to be naked in the cell at all times, to sit and sleep on the
floor, to make his bed and clean and take care of his clothes, and to
suck his cock at least twice a day Ð once in the morning and once at night.
My ass had a big prison tat Ð one cheek said "Slave" and the other said
"Whore", in a semi circle kind of arc, and an arrow pointed down from
each word to my asshole. I was regularly ass fucked by junior members of
the Dukes whenever my owner felt like it. Japanese Black Cock Gigantic Black Cock minutes
before. And the fact that her boyfriend had not even muttered the slightest bit of
optmism had her concerned.
Carrie tried to stay positive, she kept telling herself that everything would be okay,
and at the same time, not concern her boyfriend with her fear because that would further
upset the situation.
They had arrived at a dead end in this industrial area, so Carrie's boyfriend turned the
car around to head back out, which in a weird sort of way was comforting because they at
least knew where they came from, and could head back towards the way they usually
went home. Just as Carrie was feeling more comfortable about their predicament, all the
power to the car completely died, and their hearts stood still. It was the most fearful
moment Carrie had ever experienced in her life. Her boyfriend was not in control of the
situation anymore, but had to do something to get them out of there. There was no way
that Carrie was going to get out of that car, for three reasons,...in hear anticipation of the
evening, she had forgotten to bring her lined silk blazer and it was chilly out, she was not
dressed appropriately for that neck of the woods, and most importanly, she was a small
white girl in an unfriendly territory to white people.
Carrie's boyfriend knew that sitting there was going to accomplish nothing at all. He
told her that he was going to try and Black Dick Latina
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her first gang-fuck, her head had been completely shaven, so she was totally
hairless. She was fed a mixture of canned dogfood and vegetables from a
bowl on the floor with her hands cuffed behind her back during feeding.
She was required to drink at least a quart of gangsta piss every day for the
first two weeks, and then they trained her to drink it down from her
knees when they pissed directly into her mouth. She pissed and shit into a
drain on the floor, and was washed by being hosed down, soaped up, and
scrubbed, and then rinsed into the same drain she used as her toilet, next to the
place she slept naked on the floor. She was given a two bag enema every
day, and squatted over the floor drain and sucked black cock while she
passed the enema. All modesty and sense of privacy, resistance or
restraint was being broken from her. They also started injecting her with heroin,
to cause her to be dependent on them for a fix.
If she resisted any of her training or orders, she was tortured and
punished. For minor transgressions, she was slapped around, spanked
heavily with a hairbrush, or hung upside down and had the soles of her 18 Inch Black Cock Mandingo Katie drove two blocks to the freeway on-
ramp. They headed east for downtown to this little dive Thai food restaurant that they
both really liked, but was hardly what Carrie was hoping for. Nonetheless, she didn't say
anything. They arrived at the restaurant at about 7:45p. It wasn't in a neighborhood that
Carrie was too crazy about, but they had never had any problems there.
They enjoyed their dinner and suprisingly to Carrie, he'd been quite attentive to her
throughout the evening so far. The restaurant wasn't very busy this particular evening, so
there wasn't that sense of leaving so someone else could have their seats. Without
realizing, the time had just slipped by and when Carrie's boyfriend looked at his watch,
he was shocked to see that it was 10:20p. Although the restaurant was in a dive
neighborhood, it had a great little asian charm about it. It was easy to pass the time in
there on a slow evening. Carrie's boyfriend payed the bill, and they left for home. She
felt satisfied that at the very least, the evening was pleasant, thus she was content to sit
quietly in the car as they drove home.
Not long after leaving the restaurant, Carrie noticed that this wasn't the usual way they
went home so she mentioned it to her boyfriend and he said it was a bit quicker because
of the freeway construction on the way home had not affected eastbound traffic on their
way to dinner. 
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use a normal toilet. Her hair was starting to grow in, and looked very
butch. She was given normal food, and was allowed to sit at a table and chair
to eat it with knife, fork and spoon. She was given her fix when she
needed it. These rewards were given on condition of good performance.
She was required to fuck at least ten black cocks each day, and she
understood if she did not perform well and with enthusiasm, she would be
returned to the basement, be tortured and left here cold turkey before
her training was restarted at the beginning. Her whole focus in life was to
please the cocks of her black owners and masters. As with many kidnap
victims, she had come to identify with her captors. She truly loved
opening her cunt and asshole and mouth to receive and serve the beautiful black
cocks she was so lucky to suck and serve. She longed to taste their
cum, and slurp it down as often as possible. She loved drinking their piss,
and begged them to piss in her mouth. The sexual pleasure they gave her by
fucking her and allowing her to worship their beautiful and massive
cocks, and the drug dream of her heroin nod, as Teen Interracial Gangbang singin' lyrics to the rap song that was on when the
engine of the van was turned off.
She heard one of the gangmembers say something
about the money they're gonna make off this car for parts................just then,....she
noticed a flashlight moving around outside the car, reflecting intermitttently in the cabin
of the car as he was walking over to check out what was inside. There was no way for
her to hide, and at that moment when she felt utter hopelessness, in the middle of all the
chadder from the gangmembers and their kicking and hitting the car she was in ( as if the
kicking and hitting of the car were foreplay to totally stripping the car for parts ), not
even seeing her helplessly laying back in the passenger seat, she hears, "Check out what
da' fuck's in the ride, nigga's!" "It Look like a White bitch in the wrong crib".
Carrie was
so frozen with fear, she didn't even realize that her panties were covered by only about
two inches of the hemline of her silk mini-skirt. She had the fear of an innocent child on
her face... Then she heard "Outta da' ride, bitch!" along with the crashing of the
drivers side window!
Carrie screamed! Immediately, a hand reached in and unlocked the
drivers side door. He was in the car in a flash, and it was clear that his objective once he
got into the car, was to unlock her door so she could be removed from the
car!
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hot cunt Ð she was looking to get 3 hots, a flop in a classy crib, a nice
car, and some bling. It was a good deal for both. She had signed a tough
pre-nup, and wouldnÕt get anything if she divorced me, so she was stuck
with me while I was inside.
After a short period in the slammer, I had in effect been "sold" to
settle some dispute by the white biker and skinhead gangs that had rights over
me as a white guy to a Black gang, the GangstaDukes. The guards knew about
this kind of stuff and ignored it if it kept order. My "owner" was
Master D, a senior boss in the Dukes. After the sale, I had been gang-raped in
the shower by his homeys, and had to live in his crib as his bitch slave. I
was required to be naked in the cell at all times, to sit and sleep on the
floor, to make his bed and clean and take care of his clothes, and to
suck his cock at least twice a day Ð once in the morning and once at night.
My ass had a big prison tat Ð one cheek said "Slave" and the other said
"Whore", in a semi circle kind of arc, and an arrow pointed down from
each word to my asshole. I was regularly ass fucked by junior members of
the Dukes whenever my owner felt like it. Black Cock Master make it to a phone or get lucky and find someone to
help them out. He told her to recline the seat and lay back, so it looked as if the car was
abondoned rather than having someone look stranded, most importantly, a white female.
He was very concerned for Carrie's safety but did not share that with her because he saw
that she was not handling her own fear so well.
Carrie had the strangest feeling that as her boyfriend left the car, somehow, everything
would be alright, but there was nothing other than hope motivating that false sense of
security.
Carrie had been alone in the car for about 20 minutes when she noticed lights vaguely
silhouetting throughout the cabin of the car from a distance. She peeked her head up
ever so slightly to observe the source of the light. The source of the light was
approxamately 500 yards away. It appeared to be a truck because the lights were higher
off the ground than a passenger vehicle. Carrie's heart was pounding heavily at the
thought of rescue, or otherwise. She allowed herself to perk her head up a bit more as the
truck neared the broken down vehicle she was in. She was about to sit up entirely when
she started to hear the faint, hard pounding of rap music intensifying as it neared her car.
She realized at that very moment that all hope was lost.
She layed back down in the seat
hard enough to become a part of the seat, hoping that