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Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 33
(Black Is Dutiful - part 7 of 7)
It took some time before the sleepy groupie came downstairs and put in an appearace. The sight of Taunesha, still unconscious, bound and bare, got her wide awake and very frightened. She launched into a fit of yelling at the trio, calling them stupid and other terms of endearment, and adding to it the fact that no one knew from where this girl came.
"We might be on the hook for all sorts of trouble. You fools could go to prison; I could go to prison as well! Let me tell you one thing, if it comes to testifying against you dummies to save my ass from getting the same prison time as you three, guess what I'll be doing?"
Her diatribe was greeted with stunned silence, as it began to sink into them that they were in deep trouble unless they could unload this baggage onto someone else, and do it quickly. Mom took charge and ordered her two accomplices to start getting all the evidence of what they had done to the black woman hidden away. Then she tasked her groupie daughter with calling around to find out who was taking charge of the black chick.
The first big problem had to do with the twine they used to cut off the circulation of blood to the black teacher's big firm tits. They now were huge and the skin was stretched so taut that it looked as if they might explode any minute. Try as they might, they were unable to grasp the twine so they could remove it. Their mother had to finally step in and find a knitting needle that she used to hook the twine and pull it away from the woman's swollen tit flesh so that a razor blade could cut it. While they were removing the binder clips from her swollen fun bags and cunt lips, Taunesha began experiencing the first wave of pain from her newly sensitive tits.
She made enough noise that they gagged her with some rags they found in the kitchen. Unfortunately for the black school teacher, the rags had been used for some fairly disgusting cleaning jobs and as such, were not fit for human consumption. Taunesha's eyes began to tear and then grow large as whatever was embedded in the gag began to take effect. No one paid her any attention; they were too busy removing the rest of the binder clips from her body. By then the black beauty was straining against her bonds as the fumes and taste of whatever was saturating the rag began to affect her breathing and sight.
Rita, the groupie, was speed dialing from one phone to another, seeking someone who knew where her guest was to be moved. At last she got in touch with a very unhappy Antoinne, who gave her very detailed instructions and warned her that any deviation from them would mean twice the punishment she was going to get for spiriting his lady friend away wthout asking his permission. She almost wet her panties when she realized the trouble she still faced.
Somehow, with the help of her sisters, they managed to free and then restrain Taunesha once more, minus the gag. It turned out that it had picked up more than just detergent and grease. As soon as the black teacher spit it from her mouth, they noticed the odor of ammonia. So they substituted a pair of ripe panties for the rag and trussed the teacher up until she could barely take a deep breath. One of them observed that at least bound this way, she was practically rape proof. After stuffing her bare body into the car's trunk, Rita took the wheel and drove to where Antoinne was waiting for her. He was a most unhappy camper, but at least she had delivered the black babe to him as ordered. Rita didn't look back, even when she heard the sound of a fist meeting bare flesh followed by a muffled grunt.
Most of the time Antoinne seemed like a fairly level-headed stud who displayed plenty of native intelligence and leadership qualities. He seemed headed for one of the Ivy league schools based on his good grades and athletic prowess. There was a darker side to him that few knew and even fewer had actually experienced. Taunesha was about to join a very exclusive club that no one short of being a full blown masochist wanted entry. Antoinne had decided to make an example of this awesome black woman, being very suspicious of her interest in the brothers, especially the athletic ones.
He went about it with methodical precision, his first few blows designed to make her understand that she was going to be in a world of hurt unless she started talking. He finished this part of the program with a left hook to her belly, making her bring up everything she'd eaten for the last day or so. Too bad it had only her nostrils as exits. She must have swallowed and regurgitated her vomit any number of times before clearing it all from her roiling guts. Her eyes bulged in terror when he placed a noose around her neck and attached it to a hook in the ceiling, forcing her to stand on tip-toes, totally vulnerable.
She was about to be turned into a human punching bag, but before beginning he yanked the panties from her mouth. He leaned forward, giving her one chance to save herself from a horrible beating that might put her in the hospital for weeks or longer. Even as he spoke, Taunesha's pussy was generating plenty of pussy cream in anticipation of the beating she would receive. He could smell the aroma from the secretions she was producing, which gave him pause. The light bulb went on and he grinned with the realization that beating her would be like pouring gasoline on a smoldering fire.
Taunesha was unprepared for what he told her. There would be no beating this day. In fact she would be pulling a train after the game consisting of every lame, white guy who wanted a piece of her ass. When they got finished with her, she was ticketed for a one-way trip to a foreign country where the customers liked their meat dark and docile. She wouldn't have to worry about getting pregnant either, since she was scheduled for a little radiation treatment to make sure that those nasty sperm never found an egg to fertilize. Only the part about the train was true, everything else was made up on the spur of the moment. Antoinne was bound and determined to get to the bottom of who this well-built creature really was, and what was she all about.
He took the noose from her neck, but left her with a couple of things to keep her company while he did some calling around to see if anyone knew what was going on with this black chick. First he slammed an empty forty into her soaking wet cunt and made sure it was as far up her twat as possible. Then to keep it company he jammed a beer bottle, base first, into her asshole, a much more difficult job, but one he kept at until it too was buried deep inside her stretched shitter, putting a terrible strain on her sphincter. He checked the ropes that kept her in check and they were all secure. He couldn't resist toppling her to the floor, making Taunesha land face first onto the bare wood, causing her to split her lip and loosen her two front teeth, requiring some fairly expensive and lengthy work to restore them to their original condition. This was not the kind of pain that she truly enjoyed.
Antoinne made some calls and then accompanied by a couple of the brothers, visited the guy who was housing her. This time it was not a social call, and after a few minutes of very serious conversation, he told them he was doing a favor for a friend from Arnold Palmer. He had no idea who she was, but suspected she was no ordinary groupie based on the way she handled herself. He also added that she seemed to be part nymphomaniac, and had nearly fucked him to death almost against his will. That's when he mentioned how tired that made him, tired enough to sleep for nearly ten hours. It all began to fit together. They left after warning him in no uncertain terms not to have any contact with anyone until they told him everything was all clear. To demonstrate how serious they were, they ripped his phone out of the wall and smashed it to pieces.
The team captain had some contacts in Arnold Palmer, and he put them to good use. The first few weren't very helpful, but he finally struck paydirt. Instead of telling this contact who he thought he had, he just described her. There weren't too many black girls at Arnold Palmer, and none had 40DDs. However there was this new teacher with jugs like that, who dressed kind of slutty and appeared eager to make it with the athletic brothers. He also heard she was shacking up with the school's principal and was making it with another white woman teacher who also was living there. That's all Antoinne had to hear. She was a plant and somehow able to drain the brothers dry by having sex with them. That explained why he and the other black team members were so sleepy lately. They'd all done the nasty with this black bitch and been somehow infected with some strange disease or something. No wonder the white guys didn't have the same reaction, they all wore condoms!
Armed with this information he had an emergency meeting with the coach, describing what had been going on recently. He caught some major heat, but the coach agreed to cancel tonight's game because of some mysterious sickness that had incapacitated most of the basketball team. As far as this female carrier of whatever they had caught, he didn't want to hear anymore about her. Antoinne smiled and guaranteed that she would be nothing but a dim memory by the time the final game of the season with Arnold Palmer came around. He was already planning on a suitable way to return her to Arnold Palmer. But first there was the matter of tonight's "white guys only" gangbang. After that he and the lady were going to have a little going away party, just the two of them and the pack of pit bulls. He was going to get some great pictures of her taking on those bad actors. Then the only issue was who would be on the distribution list for the photos? The saga of Taunescha Washington was far from over, and will in all likelihood be continued at a later date after some unfinished business has been addressed.
Finis for Now - rolf palsy
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