Michelle and Akeema's Dark Journey

Michelle and Akeema’s Dark Journey Part 2

By Shabbadew2002

Contact me @ shabbadew@ca.rr.com

WARNING:This story might be described as“politically incorrect”.  It features the humiliation, sexual abuse and degradation of black women.  The “N” word, and other offensive racial terms are used. This, in no way, reflects the values of the author.  This is a fantasy and the use of such terms are employed solely to facilitate the tale.

Chapter 7 

Pussy Slave of the Coeds

Madison Roselle was a business major, a senior at UALR (University of Arkansas at Little Rock) and Ryan’s sister.  A very pretty cheerleader with a 5’4” 110lb. hard body, she was a real snob as she and her brother were raised in Riverdale, an upper class neighborhood.   While Ryan affected kinship with blue collar Lloyd, Madison thought of herself above such riff-raff. 

She saw herself driving BMWs and living in Pleasant Valley.  Her closest friend, Miko, a junior in the pre-law program, was adoptedand of Thai/Japanese lineage.  Miko was as upscale as Madison...her father was a partner in the oldest law partnership in Little Rock, the The Rose Law Firm; and she lived in the Quapaw Quarter, the oldest and wealthiest neighborhood in town.

Like many privileged kids, Madison and Miko did not really have strong beliefs and convictions of any kind.  Although snobbishly class conscious, they were not really socially and politically conscious enough to be identified with any ‘ism’ other than materialism and consumerism.  While they were vaguely aware of the Clintons having occupied their Governor’s mansion and the White House, Bush had entered the White House before they entered puberty.Having grown up in privileged, conservative families, these two were conservative more by default than belief or conviction.

However, as politically and socially oblivious as Madison and Miko generally were, they had become more racially conscious and interested, particularly recently.   Other than athletes on school teams and celebrities in music, movies and TV, Madison and Miko did not pay much attention to black people.Oprah and Beyoncé were beyond race and didn’t really count, they thought.  Some other black celebrities were OK, and black athletes were key to the success of football and basketball teams Madison cheered for.  Regardless, Madison and Miko did not particularly like blacks.  It’s not that they hated blacks or thought or felt that all that much about them. 

It’s just that, for the most part, at least until college, they had not had much personal contact with black people, other than athletes that they avoided away from games, and blacks who waited on them in stores, restaurants, hotels and their homes over the years…And even that contact was impersonal, potentially unpleasant, and generally kept to a minimum.  As it was for many privileged whites, except for being entertained or served by them, blacks were out of Madison’s and Miko’s comfort and interest zones.

Of course, like most white students in America, Madison and Miko encountered more black teachers and students in college than they had before in the country’s largely still segregated elementary and secondary schools, public or private, but especially those attended by whites of privilege. However, it was the Obama campaign and election that brought the biggest change.

The involvement of the Clintons made Obama’s campaign and election an even bigger deal at the University of Arkansas than it was at other campuses, where it stirred more political interest and participation among students than seen inyears. Not that either Madison or Miko suddenly became all that interested politically.  It was more that—because other students were intensely interested, and even the fraternities and sororities had even become involved—Madison and Miko felt compelled to at least go through the motions so as not to be left completely out of the loop socially, even in their frivolously diverted and aloof social circles. 

In fact, two black women—a mother-daughter team; two-generation alumni and a former student of Madison’s and Miko’s high school and the University of Arkansas—had been prominent campaigners for Obama in Little Rock. That was how Madison and Miko first met Michelle and Akeema Jeffers, though they had gotten reacquainted with them in other ways more recently.

While Akeema was getting reacquainted with the Little Rock club scene, unbeknownst to her, Madison and Miko were getting reacquainted with Akeema’s mother.  It was a coincidence, but not entirely by random chance. 

On a brief visit home to get her laundry done—carried from and to her car by the maid—Madison picked up her brother Ryan’s phone and scrolled down to see what sort of porn he’d stored there.  She found the photos of Michelle and confronted her younger brother.

“Who’s the old black lady,” she asked?

With prodding, he fessed up and Madison grilled him for the details. Though she didn’t reveal it to her brother, as soon as she heard the name Michelle Jeffers Madison knew why the “old black lady” looked so familiar.  She was astonished at what she was seeing and hearing about mother Michelle from her brother, but also about all this on top of what they’d recently been doing with her daughter, Akeema.

“REALLY,” she kept saying.  “Oh, Wow!”

“And she’s in charge over at St. Luke’s?  That’s why you criminals have her on the hook.  And Lloyd’s dad got the ball rolling? Really? Wow!”

Well, an idea formed in Madison twisted little mind.  She was a “go-for-the-jugular” kind of girl.  And so...she called the hospital, explained that she was doing a class project for her business class on projected costs and savings of “Obamacare” and requested to speak with administrator Jeffers about interviewing her for the project.  After a few minutes, the secretary put her through and Michelle agreed to meet with her late in the afternoon.

After the perfunctory greeting at the front desk, Michelle escorted Madison back to her office, where Madison promptly made a point of addressing her as ‘Michelle.’ The older woman sat there stunned as Madison told her she was Ryan’s sister. Then, in a dramatic move, Madison whipped out her phone, scrolled down and then held it up to display a picture of Michelle eating Kelly’s pussy!

‘OH, Jesusgod, help me’, she thought to herself. Another one!

Madison was full of confidence.She’d come directly from a class and she was dressed a bit slutty: short skirt and a tight top.  She kept crossing and uncrossing her legs.  It was like she was trying to engage Michelle and everytime Michelle looked at her, it seemed like the girl opened her legs a bit...daring Michelle to look ‘there’.

And when Michelle succumbed andpeeked,Madisonhad a sly, sick smile on her face like she was a cat who had just caught a mouse.  Unconsciously Michelle glanced and Madison imperceptibly opened her legs a few inches. She did it slowly...but Michelle found herself caught like a fly in the spider’s web.  She looked and then, hating herself for it...a fleeting glance up at the girl’s face.  The girl was smiling at her again.  Michelle turned away quickly, embarrassed.

“People in our circle have these pictures of you...,” she began.

“Look, what do you want?”

“Here’s the deal, Michelle.  I think Lesbianism is personally distasteful.  But, I’ve seen what you’ve been doing with my brother and his friends. And with 16 year old girls! You got a very dark side, Michelle.”

She then stood up and went over and locked the door - then pulled down the shade on the door’s window. Michelle looked at her quizzically and wondered what the heck the girl was going to do.

“So, Michelle, let me show you what I want.  It’s like this...”

She went and pulled her chair over to Michelle’s side of the desk.  She placed it so it was facing hers.  She sat down in the chair and smiled at Michelle.  She slowly pulled up her skirt so that her panties were visible.  Then she spread her legs.

“I want you to look at this.”

“Excuse me...this is getting out of hand.”

“Listen to me.  If you don’t want these dirty pictures to be circulated to all my friends on campus, you just do what I tell you. 

Now...look here,” she said, pointing to the crotch of her panties.

She was wearing a pink thong.  The girl had beautiful tanned thighs and the cute little purse of her pussy formed a nice ‘peach’ visible through the crotch of her thong.  The material was pressed tightly up against her womanhood.

“Look at me.”

Michelle, feeling trapped now...finally looked.  She wanted to escape ...desperately, but she knew, down deep, that she was trapped.

The girl opened her legs wider.  Then she said, “Now...get down on your knees...”

Michelle gulped and licked her lips. She didn’t want to do it.  Still...if this little witch circulated those pictures, well...She felt like she was having an “out-of-body” experience as she got down on her knees to kneel before the snobby white girl. 

Madison was a very pretty coed. She had her blonde hair in a page-boy cut, and was one of those women who knew instinctively how to use make-up to her best advantage.  She had full lips, with lots of dark pink lipstick and gloss and deep brown eyes with very full lashes.  She held Michelle’s gaze and seemed to “will” her down to do her bidding now.

“I’m gonna help you. I hate lesbians. I think it’s disgusting, but come here,” she said, crooking her finger at Michelle.

She made Michelle shuffle over so that she was kneeling right between her legs.  She reached out and took the older woman’s head in both her hands and gently guided her face closer to her crotch.

“Smell me,” she commanded.

Michelle groaned and said softly, “oh God.”

“I know...it’s wrong, but we both know it’s something you gotta do,”

Madison said to her with some warmth in her voice now. “Like you gotta get real.”

She guided Michelle to rub her nose up against her crotch.  Michelle tried to resist. She started to pull back and began to protest, but the younger woman was firm and kept her nose to the “grindstone” so to speak.  The sheer humiliation of it was what was getting to Michelle.  To have this younger white girl, younger than Akeema, taking control of her, was disturbing. Yet, she felt herself powerless to resist...

“I know it’s sick, but you gotta do it,” Madison kept repeating.

She used Michelle’s nose and mouth now to rub herself sensuously.  It was like she was masturbating herself using Michelle as the toy. She began to really get into it too.  Wriggling her hips a little and pushing Michelle’s face up and down and then left and right against her pussy.  She began to moan softly as it began to feel better and better to her.

Michelle was in hell.  She didn’t know how to stop this violation.  And as it continued, it aroused the same feelings in her that being molested by a friend of her father’s when she was 16.  She began to feel arousal between her legs...growing hot, wet and swollen!

Then, Madison shifted gears and forced Michelle’s head down lower towards her feet.  She was wearing ‘jellies’ and she kicked them off and arched her feet.

She told Michelle to smell her feet.  She had small size 6 feet with pink nailpolish on perfect little toes.  The older woman bent down and began to sniff them. The pheromones in her sweat sent out a raw, hot message of their own.  Michelle found herself feeling even more submissive.  Soon, she was kissing those feet at the girl’s direction.  As she continued, the worship of the young coed’s feet included licking her soles and sucking on her toes.  Michelle had begun to moan softly as she bent to the humiliating task.

“You see, Michelle, you’re a nasty pervert, aren’t you,” Madison crooned at her.  Michelle groaned as she was being reduced to a slave again.  This time by a young white girl...another archetype she feared. But it would get worse. 

Madison pushed her back and then leaned back in the chair. She reached underneath herself and hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties. She pulled then down and then off.  She held them up in her right hand, smiled at Michelle and crooked the index finger on her left hand at her in a “come here” gesture.

“Lift your head up,” she said. 

Then she pulled the panties onto Michelle’s head until her eyes were looking out the legholes and her nose and mouth were right over the crotch.  Michelle had been thrust back into Lloyd’s house the day he pulled her panties onto her head to give her a “thinking cap.”  It was even more shamefully humiliating for the black hospital administrator to have it happening right here in her own office, on her knees before this sneering, domineering young white girl, wearing the girl’s panties on her head.

“You need to get in touch with stuff...I’m helping you,” is how the young coed put it.

“Now you smell them and get the crotch in your mouth and suck them clean for me.”

Michelle wanted to protest and finally got up the courage to say something, but before she could finish the sentence, Madison cut her off.

“You know what I’ll do, if you don’t cooperate.  So, get busy, slut and suck the crotch of my dirty panties clean...OR ELSE,” she said evenly.

Michelle groaned and inhaled deeply.  The girl’s odor was on them.  The gusset of the panties, as would be the case with most women throughout the day, had some dried vaginal secretions on them. Which was normal.  When the girl had made Michelle rub her nose against her pussy, she had begun to leak a little so there was a damp spot there as well.  Michelle felt herself sliding down again into the deep, dark hole...

As she smelled the girl’s sexual odor, she reached out with the tip of her tongue and gave the material a tentative lick.  Then, encouraged by Madison, she took the material into her mouth, using her lips and tongue and began sucking.  The smell and the taste made her feel more submissive than ever.

Madison shifted in her chair and made Michelle straddle her right leg.  She got her calf between Michelle’s thighs and began rubbing her pussy with her leg.  Michelle groaned at this, along with what she was doing, got to her. 

“That’s it...hump my leg, slut.  You know you want to.  Go ahead.  That’s it...hump my leg like a little slut dog,” Madison said almost gleefully.  “This’ll help you get in touch with yourself,” she added, condescendingly.

The younger woman helped the older woman by rubbing the front of her calf and her foot against her pussy.  Michelle was now actively humping the offered foot and with Madison helping...she soon came. As she got closer to cumming, she began to get more vocal. It humiliated her even more. She couldn’t stop herself and began to say things. 

She shocked herself when she said, “Oh shit, I’m cumming...Oh Jesus...Jesusgod...oh...oh...OH!”

Alarmingly, a cell phone began ringing.  It was Madison’s.  She reached into her purse and took the call.

“OH YEAH...YES.  Uh...huh...yeah...do it.”

She reached down and grabbed Michelle by the head and drew her closer.  Incongruously, Michelle was looking out of the legholes at her. 

“Now that you’ve cum, slut, I have some more work for you before I let you go for the day,” she said smiling.

She rolled up the panties so that Michelle’s nose and mouth were exposed. She fingered the crotch. 

“You did a good job of cleaning it, slut.  I’m proud of you.  Now...”

As she said this she guided Michelle’s head down between her legs again to get her mouth right at her wet pussy.  She pulled her closer so that Michelle’s lips were right up against her bare labia. 

“Kiss and lick it, slut,” she instructed her. “Do it good...”

Michelle smelled her. Couldn’t help but smell her.  She was right up against the girl’s cunt.  She smelled sweet.  She pressed her lips up against one lip and kissed her there. She nuzzled her heart shaped patch of pubic hair on her Venus mound, which was brown.  Madison was not that hairy.  She showed recent evidence of a “French Wax” and the stray hairs which would have protruded wearing a bathing suit had been removed as well as all the hair covering her labia.  Only her mound was hairy. It was a very pretty pussy.

“That’s a good girl,” Madison praised her.

Michelle began kissing all four bare lips and soon used her tongue to lick and lap at the fleshy lips guarding her vagina. Madison began making little whimpering noises in her throat.  Just then there was a knock at the door.  Michelle was so startled that she pulled back abruptly.  Madison put a reassuring hand on her head.

“That’s for me,” she said. 

She got up, encouraging Michelle to stay right where she was.  The older woman had been so manipulated by that point, that she just knelt there, stupefied.

Madison went to the door, opened it just slightly, and peeked out. She grinned and opened the door for her best friend, Miko, who bounded into the room.  She took a look over at the desk, when Madison theatrically pointed in that direction.

“You devil.  You did it, huh?”

“I told you, I know what I’m doing.”

She brought Miko over to where Michelle was kneeling.  Miko was a sister from Gamma house and a cheerleader.  Asian, voluptuous with a killer face and body, she was, if anything, even more vacuous than Madison.

“Let me introduce my slut to you, Miko,” she said triumphantly.

The older woman was glad, in a weird way, that she was wearing Madison’s panties on her head.  It partly concealed both her and her embarrassment.

“I’m getting her in touch with herself,” Madison said, laughing. 

Miko began chuckling too at the spectacle that greeted her eyes. She was simply astonished at what she was seeing.  Even a bit disgusted.  Here was this middle-aged black woman, the Chief Administrator of the Hospital - on her knees and wearing a girl’s panties, Madison’s panties, on her head!  The blonde wasted no time in getting back into position. 

“Now don’t let this interruption stop you from what you’re doing.  Your “lesson” isn’t over yet, not by a long shot.  Miko, make sure the door’s locked will you?”

Miko rushed over to lock the door and then dashed back to enjoy what Madison was doing to Michelle.  She got the older woman back to basics again.  She made sure that she was nuzzling, kissing and licking her “there”. Miko stared openmouthed. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing.  Madison leaned back and holding Michelle’s head in place, she encouraged Michelle to bring her to a climax.  As it went on Michelle’s nose, mouth and chin got very wet as Madison’s pussy began to seep and drip. 

She instructed the older woman to get her tongue, ‘into my hole, slut’.   And Michelle, now in the grip of the young coed, couldn’t stop.  She wanted to resist, but now with another girl watching her shame, she felt overwhelmed and totally out of control. She wormed her tongue into the girl’s hot, tight, leaking vagina.

Soon, Madison began to squirm and writhe in the chair as what Michelle was doing drove her close to and finally over the edge.  She came.  Pressing Michelle’s face hard up against her pudenda, she humped up and down and came groaning.

When it was over, Miko, went, “Wow!”

Madison told Michelle, “Now, lick it clean, slut...”

Finally she stood up.  She and Miko exchanged ‘high-fives’.

“That was so fuckin’ bitchin’.  I can’t believe you got her trained so quick, girl.  It’s like bam...and there she is...like on her knees and everything.”

“How would you like a ride, baby girl,” Madison said to Miko?

“Really?  Are you serious?”

“OH, yeah,” Madison said.

She went over to Michelle and pulled her panties off her head.  She began to step into her panties and as she did she said to Michelle, “Lie down on the floor, slut.  One more thing and you’re done for the day.  Do a good job and we’re outta here.”

Michelle, exposed now without the panties on her head, just hung her head and began to sob softly.  She covered her face with her hands.  She couldn’t look at either girl; she was just too humiliated.  But with Madison steering and leading her she let herself lie flat on the floor. 

“Take off your panties and take a ride, girl,” Madison said to Miko.

Miko looked at her, her eyes bright as beacons, and then at Michelle on the floor, waiting like a lamb waiting for the butcher to put it out of its misery.

Madison nodded and smiled and pointed at Michelle’s face and Miko reached up under her cheerleader’s skirt (she had just come from practice) and pulled her panties, a thong, down and off.

Encouraged by Madison, she got into position straddling Michelle’s head.  Then she squatted down and lowered herself until her pubic hair was tickling the negress’s nose.

Michelle protested feebly, but both girls ignored her.   Miko sat down a little more and as she did so, she “quieted” Michelle because her nose and mouth were soon covered by the Asian girl’s pussy.  Miko had the same “French Wax” cut as Madison.  She was a beautiful Thai-Japanese with straight black pubic hair.  Michelle caught a glimpse of her treasures as the girl squatted on her face. 

Miko positioned herself above Michelle’s face, her pretty pussy pink and glistening.  Michelle feared what came next, but only for a moment. Once she could smell the scent of the musky young pussy being slowly lowered onto her face, fear became helplessness; and helplessness melted into acceptance. As she sat on Michelle’s face, cutting off her air, Michelle stuck her tongue out as much as she could and thrust it as far as it could reach into the girl’s hot pussy. She had to be as inside her as much as she could.

She lapped at the pussy covering her mouth and sucked and swallowed everything Miko could give her. The girl’s moans of pleasure only increased Michelle’s overwhelming desire to have more.  More pussy, more...Then the Asian cheerleader began rocking back and forth, riding Michelle’s face from her nose to her her chin.

“Keep your tongue out, slut,” Madison said to Michelle, coaching from the sidelines.

Back and forth she wriggled, soaking Michelle’s face. After she came, Miko stood up abruptly on trembling legs, and Madison took another turn.  Before the girls finally left, Madison took aseries of revealing shots of Michelle with her camera phone, humping both of the giggling girls’ feet and toes, then licking and sucking each foot and toe clean.  The final photos showed Michelle sprawled on her office floor, hair wildly strewn around her cum and make-up smeared face, skirt up around her waist, sprawled on her office floor masturbating on the heel of her own shoe.

Michelle was still lying on the floor when her desk phone jolted her out of her dazed, depleted stupor.  Mustering all the strength she had left, she shoved her skirt down and, her panties still down around her ankles, scrambled and shuffledon her knees over to her desk.  As she lurched, stretched and reached the phone, she shoved a stack of folders off the edge of the desk.

“M-Michelle Jeffers,” she groaned into the phone as she looked at the folders and papers strewn on the floor.  She started to groan again but caught herself when she heard her secretary’s voice, sounding perplexed and annoyed that Michelle had answered so formally as if she didn’t know who was on the phone.  The secretary was calling to confirm that the “two young ladies” who’d just left her office were to be scheduled for regularly weekly appointments at this time as part of a class project on “the financial implications of Obamacare for hospitals.” 

Distressed yet grudgingly impressed by the ruse the girls developed to torment and exploit her at her office on an ongoing basis, Michelle granted the confirmation, feeling utterly powerless and hopeless. Remaining on her knees, panties still around her ankles, she crawled around picking up the folders and papers on the floor. 

Although her nostrils were clogged, she knew her office must smell as bad as she did, feeling the juices drying on her face and between her legs.  She knew she needed to hurry to clean herself up as well as her office before anyone came in and saw her, and that she still had work to do before she left the office to go home. 

But she couldn’t bear the thought of work right now, knew she wouldn’t be able to focus.  She felt so ravaged…so…irreparably damaged.  Personally, and now professionally too, so invaded, so degraded.  Everything was unraveling, and she didn’t know if she could put this office, herself and her life back together again… or if she should even bother to try.  No matter how she might make things look or seem to others, she knew she’d never feel the same about this office and herself in it again, or whatever remained of herself and the rest of her life outside of it.

She thought of Brian and Akeema and was sick with worry, fear and dread. What would they think of her if they found out?  And what would happen to them?  Would they get dragged into it too?  No!  NOOOO!  No matter what happened to her, she could NOT—WOULD NOT—let her children’s lives be ruined!  However much she may deserve what happened as a consequence of her own bad choices and perverted responses to whites taking advantage of her, her children did not, and she would not permit it!

With the fury and flurry of a mother bear protecting her cubs, Michelle threw the rest of the files onto her desk, started to stand and lunge toward the door…only to stumble, plunge and tumble to the floor.  She’d tripped over her panties still twisted around her ankles!  Exasperated and humiliated, she’d just gotten back on her feet, pulled her panties up and her dress down when there was a knock on the door.  The door abruptly opened and Karen stood in the doorway staring at her.  

“Michelle, are you alright?” as she opened the door.

“Y-Yes, I’m fine,” Michelle grumbled, turning away, unable to look at her friend.  “And I’m really busy here, so if you don’t mind.” 

She hated how coldly dismissive she sounded, but she could not deal with or even face her friend now.  Karen shut the door and left without another word.Michelle called her secretary, told her she was leaving, and then rushed out the door.  As soon as she got in her car she winced as she noticed the musky smell still clinging to her, and recalled what Karen must have smelled when she came to her office.  She should at least wash her face, she admonished herself.  But the thought of going back into the hospital was unbearable, so she drove home.

Arriving home, she rushed straight to her room to shower and change.  She tried not to think about what had happened at the office, but she couldn’t help it.  The way that the young white girl, Ryan’s sister Madison, had teased, used and amused herself with her.  Made her perform in front of the Asian girl, then service her too. Angry and disgusted with herself again, Michelle forced her hands not to linger as she scrubbed in the shower and roughly toweled herself dry.

She was exhausted and not hungry at all.  She was thinking of just giving her son money to order pizza again and crawling into bed when she heard a knock on the door and “Mom?” 

It was Akeema.  Of all nights to drop by, thought Michelle, immediately feeling guilty.  After growing closer to each other than ever working together during the Obama campaign, they’d somehow drifted apart again and did not see or talk to each other much anymore…And not at all since the pictures and…Michelle shuddered shamefully and forcefully shut out those thoughts. 

“Just got out of the shower, Akeema.  Be right out,” She quickly threw on a robe.

“Hey, baby, good to see you,” Michelle gushed, she hoped not too much, as she opened the door and gave her daughter a quick hug. 

“How you been?” she asked, briskly walking past her daughter, trying to sound normal, wondering if any musky scent still lingered, even after the shower.

Her daughter’s response was trampled by boys’ voices and feet as they bounded down the stairs. 

“Hey Kee,” Brian said, quickly followed by his best friend Jonathanechoing “Hey Kee,” - both mimicking and mocking.  “You’re home early,” Brian said snidely, turning to his mother, slowly, almost lewdly scanning her up and down.  “So how ‘bout you making some dinner for a change, ‘steada jus goin’ to bed again and tellin’ us to order pizza.  If you can find anything to make. And there’s nothin’ for snacks and drinks either.  Do you ever go to the store?  Or do any laundry?  We can hardly breathe in my room, with all the dirty socks and stuff, right Jonathan?”

‘You could do your own laundry and make your own dinner, you know,” Akeema interjected.  “She’s your mother, and she just got home from a hard day at work.  So how about showing a little respect.”

“Yeah, right.  Sure thing, Akeema, whatever you say,” Brian scoffed, walking off, his friend snickering and following. 

When they got back up to Brian’s room, there was another burst of laughter, louder this time, then they stepped into the room and slammed the door.

“Why do you let him talk to you like that?” Akeema lamented as she followed her mother into the kitchen.  “You’re his mother, not his house maid or slave.   Make him show you some respect, or he’ll end up treating all bla…uh…all women like that.”

“M-maid or s-slave!” Michelle snapped, a part of her knowing she was overreacting, but another part still angry anyway and getting angrier.  “I don’t need any lectures from my daughter on being a mother any more than I need them from my son!  And I don’t need my daughter to defend me to my son, either.  And don’t talk to me about respect the way you’re….”

“The way I’m what, Mother?” Akeema growled as she scowled back at her.  “Hmm?”

“Nothing.  Never mind,” the weary black mother sighed.  “I’m sorry, Akeema It’s been a long, hard day.  And then to come home and hear all this from my son and…  Well, you know what I mean.  I’m sure there’s some sauce and pasta to throw together for spaghetti.  You’re welcome to stay for dinner.”

“I’d like to, thanks, Mom,” Akeema said, glad to disengage from the ugly, angry confrontation.  “I’ll get the pasta started.”

“How about some wine first?” Michelle offered.  “Start to relax a little first and then start dinner.  Hmm?”

Wine before dinner, and drinking generally wasn’t like her mother, not the mother who raised her, Akeema thought.  Then again, she ruefully reminded herself, the drinking and other things I’ve been doing aren’t like the daughter she raised, so I’ve got no room to talk and wouldn’t want to talk about it with her anyway.  We were just jumping all over each other and are both obviously on edge.  Looks like we could both use it.  “Why not,” she heard herself say out loud.

Michelle opened a bottle of red wine, poured two glasses and handed one to her daughter.  “To Barack and Michelle,” they both mumbled, as each both broke into mirthless  smiles, clinking their glasses together in a toast they used to routinely make every time they ate or drank anything together.  Scornful comments and disgusted growls passed back and forth between them on the “ridiculous, racist birther controversy,” and the racist cartoons depicting the Obamas as chimps and monkeys cropping up, not from the KKK types, but good clean-cut Republicans. 

They split the rest of the bottle between them, and Michelle,slurring her words a bit, opened another, and said, “to let it breathe before dinner.”  Akeema emptied her glass, saw her mother lean on the counter and swoon a little, and walkedover to get the pans from beneath the butcher block island. 

Michelle watched her daughter’s bubble butt wriggle beneath the tightly stretched white spandex micro-mini skirt when she walked, saw the skimpy skirt ride up when her daughter squatted and lowered herself, and caught a glimpse of her daughter’s wispy, white-lace panties when her legs parted as she stood back up.  When their eyes met, both mother and daughter quickly turned away and went about their tasks, Akeema filling the one pan with water, Michelle pouring sauce into the other.

“Thanks, honey,” Michelle said once Akeema put the water on to boil.  “I can get the rest.  Just sit down.”

“Sure, Mom,” Akeema said dubiously, knowing she’d step in to help or take over when necessary. 

But, until then, she decided to sit down as her mother offered.  She walked over to the table nestled into the window nook on the opposite end of the kitchen, cringing imagining her mother’s eyes on her every step of the way. Akeema sat down primly pressing her long brown legs together and quickly crossing them, and winced when she glanced up and saw her mother scowling at her legs as she reached for the second bottle of wine.

The besotted black mother knocked both the bottle and her wine glass over, spilling and spewing red wine over Michelle’s white robe, over the counter and onto the kitchen floor.  

“Oh for God’s sake,” Michelle groaned, grabbing some paper towel and dropping to her hands and knees to mop up the wine. 

“Geez, Mom,” Akeema chuckled, starting to get up.

“No, sweetie,” Michelle looked up and gestured with her hand to stay seated.  “I got it.  Just stay there.  No need to risk your clothes getting messed up.”

Mopping and wiping as she went, the black mother crawled around on all fours, glancing up a few times to see her daughter self-consciously re-crossing her long legs. 

‘Why do I keep looking up my daughter’s skirt?!’, she thought to herself.

Michelle scolded herself, shocked and ashamed of herself as unwanted images emerged of  Madison tormenting and toying with her, the young white girl’s skimpy skirt, long legs, and the panties she’d put on her head.

Distracted and disturbed, she heard her daughter snap, ‘Mother’...and didn’t notice that the hem of her robe had caught under her knee until she felt her robe being pulled down and open at the top.  Flustered and embarrassed, she stopped crawling, straightened up on her knees, and started to try to pull her robe back together until her daughter stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.

“Why don’t you just go and get some clothes on, Mother,” Akeema said, looking down at her mother with a small but not really warm smile, almost a smirk.  “We need to get the stains out of this robe, and you really need to put some clothes on around the boys, don’t you think?  The way this robe pulls open, like it did just now, and with you completely naked beneath it…Well, it’s really not appropriate around the boys, don’t you think?”

As she watched her mother flush, jump up and rush to her room to change, Akeema found herself smugly gloating, and felt guilty about that and about being so mean and cruelly shaming in her recriminating remarks.  She’d delivered a withering take down, to be sure, but her mother’s critically judgmental remarks about her own attire had really gotten under her skin.  Her mother was right, she knew, about never having to say anything about what she wore growing up. 

She, like her mother, found younger brother Brian a problem sometimes because he looked and acted “white”.  Since his father was Caucasian, this perhaps was to be expected, but his “values” were white too.  Now, it could be argued that Michelle and Akeema had opted to fit into the white world also. 

Both had gotten an education and lived in white neighborhoods, but perhaps being darker they had retained a much clearer sense of what it was to be African-American.  Akeema, for instance, had retained her mother’s maiden name, Jeffers, while Brian went by his father’s name, Moore.  This was just one example of how Brian identified with his father and Akeema didn’t.

She had been a modest girl all through adolescence right until quite recently, wasn’t entirely comfortable with how and why she’d changed and wearing the kind of skimpy, revealing things she was wearing now.  And her mother looking at her, staring at her, like she did…even looking up her skirt, almost like some panty-peeper creeper old man instead of a woman, much less her own mother!  It was all just too much, Akeema thought, shivering a bit as she quickly finished off one glass of wine and poured herself another.

Not much was said between mother and daughter the rest of the evening.  Michelle blotted the wine stains out of the robe while Akeema finished cooking dinner.  Together they served dinner and finished off the bottle of wine eating in silence while the boys gobbled theirs down and returned to gaming in Brian’s room.  After Akeema helped clean up and left, Michelle went up to Brian’s room, gathered his dirty clothes together, bagged them and took them down to the laundry room to wash. 

After everything that had happened, it was the last thing she needed, but she could not help but notice the stiff and crusty semen stains on her son’s underpants. 

Masturbation is normal, she reminded herself, especially for a teenage boy.  Still, she couldn’t help but wonder what he was masturbating to or about, wondering if it was dirty pictures, like most boys, or pictures of her…and couldn’t help remembering the pictures taken of her masturbating in situations that were anything but normal.  She shuddered shamefully, shoved her son’s underwear in the washer and walked away.The following week, Madison cornered Michelle again after work.  She instructed the older woman that she was to meet her and Miko at the mall.

“Why,” asked Michelle?  “What do you want with me there,” she asked?

“You dress like an old lady.  Miko and I are gonna like give you a lesson in“cool”.  Listen...meet us at the Starbucks at the Park Plaza Mall tonight.  Like 7 o’clock...Just be there.”

Michelle knew she was trapped now by this girl.  She had tried to put the humiliating experience in her office into some kind of perspective, but just like her experience with Roy and Darlene, she was in a conundrum. It was like she had wandered into the Minotaur’s maze and now, without a map, she was lost.  The Mall....she wondered what the heck these girls were going to do to her now!

They met at Starbucks, but the girls had already had their latte macchiatos.  For Michelle,being taken shopping to the mall by young white  girls, being made to try on and buy slutty clothes and lingerie, being dominated and humiliated by them in front of young, white female store clerks - this was her fear.

This is exactly what they did.  They had a store in mind and took Michelle there. The clerk was young and working class.  She smiled when Madison told her that they wanted to get some “cool” clothes for Michelle.  The girl, whose name was Deanne, assigned them a dressing room and the two girls dragged Michelle over to a rack displaying really short skirts.

Soon, they had picked out an assortment of slutty “club” wear and dragged the older woman into a dressing room.  There, they wasted no time in stripping her.  Seeing her “old lady” bra, panties and slip made them laugh and they wasted no time in belittling Michelle.

The first outfit they made her get into was a push up bra, a thong, followed by a Spandex micro-mini skirt with a ridiculous, skimpy top cut very low.  When she had it on, they took her out to look at herself in the mirror.  Then they dragged her over to Deanne for approval. The girl seemed astonished, even disturbed. The black woman was obviously old enough to be Madison and Miko’s mother and to see her dressed up like a stripper or a hooker was unbelievable to her.

Then they took Michelle back to the dressing room.  This time the girls pulled up their skirts and pulled down their thongs. Then they made poor Michelle kiss them on their vulvas.  And keep kissing them until their pussies began to drool.  Then she had to lick their slits - and suck on their clitorises.  They kept her at it until both girls came.

“Oh, that was nice...really nice,” Miko raved.

Then they got Michelle into a “little school girl” outfit. A outrageous get up that consisted of ankle socks, red heels, a plaid school girl skirt but cut so short that it barely covered Michelle’s ample ass.  And a white button down shirt with a little bow tie that they made her wear without a bra so that her big tits could be seen jiggling behind the cotton.

When they brought her out to show Deanne, the girl was amused finally and got into the game.  She suggested a short dress that showed lots of Michelle’s bare midriff, was cut just below her ass crease and had a diaphanous, filmy bodice.

Deanne suggested, grinning, “Don’t let her wear a bra with that!” 

When Michelle emerged from the dressing room, Deanne had mentioned what was going on to another clerk and she and another girl came over to see.  This also attracted two other teens who were shopping in the store.  They drifted over to check out the spectacle of a middle-aged African-American woman trying to look like a slut.

The worst part was that Madison made Michelle buy all three outfits, as well as a blouse for her and a pair of shorts for Miko. And Madison made her wear the little school girl outfit out of the store.

Michelle wanted to die.  She walked between them, and felt her face hot and flushed.  She hoped she wouldn’t run into anyone she knew. But it was not to be.  As they headed for a yoghurt shop to get a treat to celebrate Michelle’s “new look”, an attractive thirty something matron approached.  It was Lorie, the wife of Mark Metcalfe, a resident at the Hospital.

“Michelle, is that you,” Lorie asked?

“Oh...hi, Lorie,” said Michelle.

“I...I...uh...I didn’t...uh...recognize you,” Lorie said.

She couldn’t believe her eyes.  Here was the Chief Administrator of St. Luke’s Children’s Hospital in the company of two young girls and dressed like the “Slut School Girl from Hell”.   Michelle didn’t know what to do or how to explain what she was doing; and in the emotional turbulence of the moment she didn’t even introduce Madison and Miko.  She just tried to make small talk...

Lorie, sensing her discomfort, let the matter of her outfit drop...in fact she didn’t bring it up.  But it was a hot topic of gossip by Wednesday of the following week.  Michelle, meanwhile, couldn’t wait to get to her car and go home.  Once there, she slunk into the kitchen from the garage.  But she ran into Brian who looked at his Mom and shook his head. She was starting to act “weird” lately, in his opinion.

“Kinda wild Mom,” is all he said smirking at her.

Michelle practically ran to the bedroom. She was so ashamed.  And now she had two new bullies to deal with...because Madison and Miko called on Michelle frequently.  They liked to ambush her at the Hospital, make her go with them to the ladies room and force her to her knees so that she could eat their pussies. Other favorite places for assignations: the back of Ryan’s van and the park on a bench or even in the bushes.

Chapter 8 

Dog Slut

As bad as things had been, it got worse.  As much as Michelle had been subjected to, as far as she had been forced to accept sexual humiliation, she had no idea how far she still had to go.  BecauseRoy had a plan. And over the next several weeks he subjected Michelle to an elaborate series of training sessions to reduce her from the human to the animal level.  Her Saturdays and Sundays soon became a weekly nightmare.  She saw Brian only after school during the week.  Starting on Saturday morning, she was at Roy’s beck and call.

Roy’s growing fantasies involved treating Michelle like a dog.  He raised Standard American Bulldogs and employed them in hunting feral hogs.  That first Saturday he decided to begin her training, he invited Pete Simmons.  Also, Lloyd and his posse: Ryan, Dwight and Harold. He stared the fun and games by having Michelle dress up in her maid’s costume.

He and the crew repaired to the back yard to sit around in lawn chairs. Michelle had to serve drinks.  Harold and Dwight kept pinching her on the butt. And then Roy and Pete made her pull down her top and bra to show her tits.  Following this, they made her pull down her panties and stumble around the yard. 

But then, Roy made her kneel on the grass and recite, in her best “darkie” voice, from a children’s primer.  He had one of Lloyd’s books from when the boy was in grade school.  Michelle had to read from some book where the story was about a girl and some laundry stolen off a clothes line.

And she had to do it in a dumb “darkie” voice, “Ah jez don’ know nuttin’ ‘bout no stolen long johns, Ma’am.  Iz jez washin’ duh clothes down by duh river.”

It was hugely shaming thing for a woman who had a Master’s degree.  When she stumbled over any of the words, Roy smacked her on the back of the head and made her say it again.  He kept “correcting” her and then disciplining her.It was very demeaning.  But, it was very entertaining and made the boys and Pete howl with laughter.

Then Roy announced that it was time for Michelle to “learn her place”.  He told the group that she had shown that she was barely qualified to be part of the human race, since blacks were so obviously below that line.

“I think that we have an obligation, boys,” he announced.  “We gotta help this darky see where she fits on the tree of life.”

“What are you talking about Roy?  What are you thinkin’,” asked Pete?

“Well, let’s look at the big picture,” said Roy. “She’s simply copyin’ what whites do when it comes to work.  She’s no more of an executive than I’m an NBA basketball player,” he joked.

“Right on,” said one of the boys.

“And she’s proven that she’s barely up to par when it comes to being a maid,” he added.

“Oooh wee...how true,” they chorused.

“So, now it’s time to get her down to a level she can handle.  I’m thinkin’...hmmm...I’m thinkin’ dog!”

“OH wow,” said Ryan - elbowing Lloyd.

“Aint you insultin’ dogs,” Pete asked kiddingly? “I mean we all know how smart your stud, Angus is. Aint it an insult to him to put her on the same level!”

“You may have a point there Pete.  But I think it’s just about right for her.  It’s a starting point.”

Michelle inwardly was groaning.  She listened to this racist rant and shuddered at the thought of what was being suggested.  ‘He’s not serious’, she thought to herself.

But Roy was very, very serious.  And he got her started by making her strip. It was always a violation to be ordered to take off her clothes in front of them.  She knew that once she was naked, her own body would begin the process of betraying her.  She felt herself slipping and sliding

down the slope again as she took off her bra and her big tits flopped out.

When she was naked, Roy made her dance shaking her big butt and this made her big D-cup titties flop around.  Lloyd had gotten a tape of“Ride Dick So Good”by the black rapper, Plies.  Encouraged by his father, Lloyd put that on his boom box and all the men then sat around drinking coffee and soda pop watching poor Michelle, a 40 year old mother, disgrace herself writhing to the music - doing a dirty “jigaboo” dance.

As she wriggled and danced, they insulted and mocked her mercilessly.  After the song ended, Roy got her down on her hands and knees on the lawn. He put a leash around her neck and led her around a bit.  Michelle was soon sweating and groaning as he pulled her this way and that.  When she didn’t respond fast enough, he had Lloyd fetch his dog whip.  Soon, Michelle was getting her big, fat butt whipped hard every time she fucked up.Then, he brought her over to where Pete was sitting.

“Hey, Pete, you ever notice how often a fuckin’ dog will hump your leg?”

Pete laughed and said, “Dogs are the horniest creatures on God’s green earth.”

“Precisely!”

Roy turned to Michelle and said, “hump his leg, dog. You know you want to.  Hump his leg and make yourself cum, dog.”

When she hesitated, he whipped her ass with his belt and soon, Michelle was enthusiastically humping Pete’s leg like a dog.  The boys crowded in closer to watch.  It was pretty compelling. Michelle had climbed up on Pete’s calf and with her arms wrapped around his wiry thigh, she was rubbing her crotch on him...just like she was a horny dog.

It was pretty obscene. And as she did it, something snapped again inside Michelle.  She just let herself be carried away.  She descended down and in a moment, she was grunting and growling like a bitch in heat, rubbing herself harder on Pete’s leg. As her movements become more unrestrained and uninhibited, it was something to see and soon the boys were literally cheering her on as she got herself closer to cumming.  When she did cum and practically howled the four boys broke into applause.

“Did you see that,” Dwight asked out loud?

“Un-fucking-believable,” went Ryan.

“What a dirty dog,” added Lloyd.

Roy then made her eat dog food out of a bowl.  And lap water out of an adjacent bowl. It was very degrading.  Michelle was sweating and had gone into herself.  She had seemed to vanish.  The sheer degradation of what Roy was making her do had caused her to withdraw into her own mind.  In a way, it was a blessing, because what was next on the program was gang rape.  Roy led her up onto a bench and with her in the “doggy” position on her hands and knees, they took turns...Roy first, then Pete...then all four boys...fucking her in the pussy from behind.

As each man fucked her, she was made to howl like a bitch in heat. When she didn’t do it to Roy’s satisfaction, he used the dog whip on her butt demandingly and made her perform.  As they filled her with their sperm, her pussy got very messy.  Roy used her panties to wipe her sloppy pussy and then held the soaked garment under her nose to sniff it.

He made her hold it in her mouth, like a dog would...When they were all done fucking her, he made her play “fetch” with the wet panties.  Over and over he threw and Michelle had to crawl over on her hands and knees, pick it up in her teeth and bring it back to him.  He made her chew on it and when it was it wetter and more disgusting her rubbed her nose with it, talking to her all the time as if she was a female dog.

Pete got one of the dog toys from the kennel and they all took turns making Michelle carry it around in her mouth and play “fetch” with it. Each new “trick” made Pete and the boys laugh.  When she didn’t do it just right, Roy, or Pete, instructed and corrected her. It was hugely humiliating...

When she had to go to the bathroom, and asked Roy if she could be excused, he beat her mercilessly for speaking.  He admonished her to communicate only by barking.  Then he made her “beg” on “hind legs” with her “paws up”.

And as “nature’s call” became more urgent, Michelle was forced to whine and whimper like a dog begging its master for permission to go outside so it could relieve itself. 

“What’s the matter? Does my little bitch gotta go,” Roy asked her smirking? “You gotta go, girl?”

He led her further out on the lawn and Michelle was forced to piss and shit on the grass, like a dog.  As a female “dog”, she didn’t lift her leg, but just squatted down a little and let go with her stream.  She had to have a bowel movement too, and never having defecated while on her hands and knees before, it was awkward, but she really had to go and soon, she was squeezing out her turds. 

The boys had all come over to watch her humiliating performance. As each turd emerged from her asshole, the comments and remarks etched themselves onto Michelle’s soul forever. When it was done, she knew she had descended to a place she could never, in her wildest nightmares, imagined.  She was in HELL.

The games went all all day and into the night.  Finally, Pete and the boys left and Michelle as allowed to lie at the foot of Roy’s bed and get some sleep.  The next morning Roy took her out onto the lawn so she could relieve herself again.  Then he fed her more dog food from a bowl.  He had a piss hard-on and made her “present” herself.  Then,he fucked her good and hard until he spurted a big load of sperm in her.  It was a satisfying morning cum.  Then Lloyd, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, showed up.  He took notice of Michelle, nodded at his dad, but went back into the house to get a cup of coffee.

He came back out fifteen minutes later and as he sat around with his dad, Roy encouraged Michelle to hump Lloyd’s leg and make herself cum. When she didn’t show the proper enthusiasm, he whipped her until she was humping the boy’s leg like a demon.  Lloyd was soon wide awake and after Michelle had climaxed, he dropped his drawers, and with her on her hands and knees, took his pleasure with her.

Afterwards, as father and son sat talking, Lloyd asked, “What’s going on today, Daddy?”

“A barbecue, son. We’re gonna have a barbecue. Old Pete’s gonna come over and help me smoke a mess ‘o’ ribs.  And then, I’m gonna breed Angus to our new bitch!”

“Whoa...really,”Lloyd asked, his eyes wide now? “You’re gonna let Angus fuck the nigger?”

“Oh, yeah.  I’m gonna make that nigger bitch take every bit of old Angus’s big ole dick.”

“Wow! That’d be cool! Who all’s comin’ over today?”

“Well, your pals are invited, of course.  Pete, for sure...and I’ve asked two guys we work with to come too.  No wives...but I’m  gonna let Darleen come to the party.

“Really,” said Lloyd, surprised.

At 1pm, they all started showing up.   Ryan, Dwight, Harold...Pete and two other cops, Ed, who everybody called, “Cooter” and Sam, an older officer.  Both were close buddies with Roy and Pete.  Roy decided to let them in on the fun...

Darleen was thrilled that Roy was inviting her to have some “cue” at his house.  Roy had let her know that Michelle was there as the party favor.

“Oh, I understand,” she said.  You horn dogs are all the same,” she laughed, making Roy chuckle on the phone as well.  “But, you’re not gonna be using the bitch in front of everyone...right?”

“No, anyone who wants to relieve themselves will have some privacy for that,” he answered.

Darleen was asking because she had every intention of bringing Kelly along too.Poor Michelle, who had a rough night, and a rocky morning, now was forced to perform for Roy’s guests.  She was made to sit up, beg, bark on command and play “fetch” with her crumpled up panties from the day before.  The new ones were amazed at this show.  Cooter and Sam were beside themselvesseeing the 40 year old black bitch, naked as the day she was born,scampering around on her hands and knees, behaving like a coon hound.  All of them were racists, of course and this served to delight them.

But, it was when Roy made Michelle hump Darleen’s leg that got the crowd really howling.  Darleen was excited, but more embarrassed.  She soon pushed Michelle away, but Roy then led Michelle over to Cooter’s leg and made her hump him until she came. 

There were more fun and games on the lawn and when the meat was done, everybody sat down to steaming plates of ribs, beans, coleslaw and hush puppies.  It was a feast.  Poor Michelle didn’t get any.  Roy filled a bowl with dog food and made her eat it.  Darleen chuckled and nudged Kelly as Michelle, head down, began to gobble the kibble.

After everyone had eaten plates full of food, Roy announced that anyone who wanted to, could take his “bitch” out to the shed for some “private time”.  He pointed to a shed over on the edge of his property.  He had put a bench and a bucket in there.  Pete snapped a leash onto Michelle’s collar and led her over to the shed.  As most dug into some pies Darleen had brought and sipped coffee, the sounds of Pete shagging Michelle could be faintly heard.

After Pete came out, red-faced and smiling and hitching up his pants, Cooter took a turn. And then Ryan, followed by Dwight, Sam and Harold.Michelle had been raped repeatedly in the shed and when these six men were done, Roy, followed by Lloyd and Same took a turn, but Michelle’s pussy was such a mess, that all three men made her suck their cocks.  She had to swallow three heavy loads of cum too.  Afterwards, she had to “go” and Roy made her piss and shit on the lawn as everybody watched.

Darleen and Kelly were beside themselves as Michelle was made to perform like a junkyard dog.  As Michelle was relieving herself, who showed up but Ryan’s sister, Madison and her pal, Miko.

Ryan had tipped her off and Madison couldn’t resist the opportunity to “slum”, as she called it.  She had met her brother’s friends, but didn’t know anyone else at the party.  For her, such a gathering was definitely below her upper-class pretensions. It was an opportunity to rub shoulders with the bubbas, as it were. 

And arriving when they did - to see their “pussy slave” behaving as though she were a dog, amazed them both. In fact, Madison was so taken with the idea of Michelle being reduced to an animal that it stimulated her imagination to come up with something special for Michelle too.  After watching Michelle finish relieving herself, Ryan then introduced the pair to Roy.

“Glad you girls could come.  It’s maybe a little different than what you’re used to, but we like our fun out here,” he said grinning. 

Roy didn’t know that the pair had been having their own fun with Michelle.  He then got the girls plates of food and invited them to sit in lawn chairs to “watch” the “festivities”.  Madison elbowed Miko as Pete led Michelle back to the group on her leash.

“That gives me ideas, girlfriend. How about you,” she asked?

“Fucking amazing,” Miko said.

As dessert was enjoyed, Roy meanwhile headed over to the kennel over on the far edge of his property and came back leading a big, brindle colored mastiff.  This was his prize stud, Angus.  He brought the dog over to Michelle, who began whining as soon as Pete brought Angus over to where she was.  Roy encouraged his prize stud, and it quickly began sniffing and smelling her all over. 

The dog smelled her crotch and her pussy, loaded with semen.  Its big, wet tongue shot out to lap her all over, licking her pubic hair and all over her buttocks.  As the dog’s pink tongue lapped her, it began to arouse her.  She didn’t think she could still be astonished, ashamed and disgusted with herself anymore, but she did.  As the dog began lapping her THERE in her crack…her pussy began to dribble the deeper deposits of semen and ooze her feminine secretions. 

The once dignified, modest and proper black woman was mortified as she heard herself begin towhine, whimper and pant.  When Angus thrust its big, pink tongue right into her crack, she yelped; then she began moaning.  All the men found their cocks stirred to stiffness watching the spectacle.  To see her resisting was heady stuff indeed.  Pete and Lloyd stood back enjoying what Roy was doing.  It was becoming a really nasty show...

The women, Darleen, Kelly, Madison and Miko, had never seen anything like it before.  They found the sight and sounds of the dog’s tongue lapping Michelle’s crotch very erotic.

The dog went crazy and began lapping and licking her madly.  Her brownish-black nipples got as hard as pebbles as the dog licked her there.  Michelle was thoroughly disgusted and horrified and as she looked over she saw disgust in the faces of her audience.  She was afraid at that point that she would go mad.

Roy got her legs apart to completely expose her wet pussy and asshole.  Angus sniffed at her asshole and then liking what it found there, began licking her shithole.  Slower at first…then like a demon…

Michelle was totally aroused against her will.  The tongue was soft, but strong and wet.  With her legs open and spread, Angus put its cold nose on her clitoris and forced its muzzle between her spread pussy lips.  The dog sniffed, and then its big, wet tongue began lapping every fold and crevice of her pussy from her vagina thru her labia to her clitoris...

Between the dog’s copious saliva and her secretions, her pussy was soon a mess.  Her pubic hair became soaked, and Angus made her jerk and wriggle when it thrust its tongue into her hole.  Angus licked her labia and clitoris and penetrated her vagina and got her very close to cumming.  Michelle felt herself being pushed over a cliff as the dog had its way with her. 

Angus, with its big, sloppy tongue, pushed her deep into her own mind.  Oh, she could hear everyone joking and laughing at herabout being a  “black bitch in heat” and a “nigger dog”…but the dog’s tongue totally dominated her mind and body.  She whimpered, grunted, moaned, groaned, and then began cumming.  The dog licked her, making her cum and cum and flow loads of hot, pussy juice.

Whimpering, grunting, moaning and then screaming as it feasted on her womanhood and shit-hole, Michelle could not contain her herself, as the dog licked her like a machine, and drove her to one orgasm after another.  Never in her life had she felt anything like it.  The tongue was, one minute, at her tight pucker, warm and wet. 

And then the tongue explored every crevice and fold of her pussy.  To have this happening to her in front of all these white people opened a floodgate in her mind.  To be made to cum by a dog was almost too gruelingly degrading to endure.  It was despicable, unspeakable.  Yet, to her utter astonishment, in the midst of this she was still capable of feeling terrible embarrassment about it. 

Embarrassment along with a new level of humiliation and debasement, as she realized and agonized over how she was providing all these white men and women, boys and girls, irrefutable confirmation and fulfillment of her subhuman status and pathetic, masochistic enjoyment of it…

She had multiple orgasms that kept exploding like a string of firecrackers. She had a long string of convulsive orgasms, growling, howling, mewling, yelping and shrieking like a tormented, demented beast.

The boys began giving the “rebel yell” every time she came.  Each time Angus made her cum, they whooped and hollered.  Roy finally pulled the dog off her.  He announced that it was time for her to suck Angus’s cock.  When Michelle heard this she began whining.  Madison and Miko stared wildly excited at the prospect of their “pussy slave” being made to suck a dog’s dick.

Angus’s cock had emerged from its sheath.  It was blood red and drooled canine fuck-slime.  When Michelle heard what Roy wanted her to do, and looked at the dog’s dick, Michelle felt sick, but she knew down deep, she had no choice.  She was stunned at how much cock Angus had.  The stud dog, weighing about 110 pounds, showed a huge tool.  The idea of sucking its cock was repulsive and disgusting to Michelle.

The big mastiff’s cock was fully nine inches long and thick, with a knot that when fully engorged was as big around as a man’s fist.  The shaft was red and purple and covered with obscene veins. 

It revolted her; but Roy quickly got her down on her back with Angus straddling her head.  This put the drooling hot red tip of its cock right in her face.  Royheld the cock behind the swelling “knot” at the base.  As he held it, it seemed to grow in his hand.  Michelle was going to be made to suck a dog’s dirty dick.  The thought revolted and shamed her.

Roy told her, “Give the tip wet kisses with those big, fat nigger lips of yours.  Then run the tip of your tongue all around the end of his cock.  Then you suck it, when I tell you to.”

When Michelledid it, it made Angus’s cock spurt furiously.  The dog’s cock kept jetting and the semen that didn’t end up in her mouth went all over her face.  Roy made her suck and swallow, and then do it over and over again exactly the same way, as everyone watched.  Lloyd’s possewere beside themselves as Michelle made a total slut of herself.  They were all totally aroused as well at seeing her take the dog’s cock in her mouth, with dog cum getting all over her face too.

As the sniveling, groveling negress continued to debase and disgrace herself and her race with her helpless, mindless wallowing in the abysmal depravity of her sub-humanity, the dog’s discharge filled her mouth and she had to keep swallowing.  Her face got wet and slimy because every time she took the cock from her mouth, it kept spurting and squirting.  Her brown, sweat-glazed face, neck and tits were soon glistening with the dog’s gooey jism.

As she made love to the dog’s cock, the knot at the base got bigger.  It looked like it had swallowed two lemons.  Michelle looked over, at one point, and saw the horror of her situation in Cooter and Sam’s faces.  She had never met them before and the way they snickered and snorted such cruel racist ridicule from their lust contorted faces shamed her and further inflamed her own lust, as she blamed and aroused herself further through her self-disgust.

Roy made her tickle and lick the tip of Angus’s dick and its pre-cum jetted from the tip like a hose.  It seemed like the dog was pissing on her; and it made her gag and choke – there was so much.  She got the tip in her mouth and her cheeks told the story.  Her cheeks bulged from the copious amounts of watery cum until she swallowed; then her cheeks bulged again.  Soon she was totally wet, a sloppy mess: her cheeks, nose, mouth and chin were dripping with Angus’s fuck slime.

Then, Roy announced that it was time for his dogs to “mate”. In a confused, aroused daze as Roy guided her down on all fours, Michelle let herself be led around like she was a dog.  Lloyd’s posse was shaking with excitement; their faces showing wonder and lust.  This was a real treat.  Angus front paws were taped; then he was led behind her butt, and knew just what to do.  Excited, it growled and jumped on her back.  Its front legs and paws wrapped around her ribcage.  Its hips began humping. 

It was at this point, that Michelle came alive and with eyes bugging out of her head, began to scream and protest.  The truth is that she was of two minds.  She felt totally violated and shamefully aroused as well.  These conflicted feelings surged thru her as Angus kept jabbing at her with its cock.  Madison and Miko gaped at the dog’s cock.  Miko wondered out loud if it was going to fit into Michelle’s hole. 

The dog’s knot looked big.  The boys were taking bets that her pussy wouldn’t take it.  But, ass soon as the dog got the tip of its cock into her warm, wet hole it shoved it in so deep and fast that Michelle lost her breath.  The dog went wild and began fucking her like a demon - just punching her like a rag doll.  She began howling as the dog pulled her closer and humped her furiously. 

The beast drooled on her and never stopped humping.  Watching Angusmating withher got all the men hard and made the women’s panties damp. Poor Michelle didn’t get a break, as the big dog punch-fucked her mercilessly.  She sweated like a pig; her face, neck and underarms until the ebony skin on her back and butt was shiny with sweat...

Michelle could feel the knot trying to get into her hole.  She looked back between her legs and saw it right at her pussy.  The boys had crowded in closer to watch as the knot pressed against the opening to her hole.  It was huge now, and Angus kept pushing to get it inside her hole.  The knot began stretching the vaginal sphincter open...more and more...and Michelle began grunting.  The boys watched it disappear inside her hole and some of them hollered and hooted at the sight.

When it popped inside, Michelle howled.  It hurt and felt good at the same time as the mouth of her pussy was stretched.  Her hole had been enlarged like she was giving birth.  One second it was outside her hairy pussy…and then, it had disappeared inside her.  Those who’d bet that it would fit now gloated.

“Shit! She took the whole thing.”

Now the dog’scock was all the way past her G-spot and right up against the epicenter of her vagina.   There were nerve endings in this part of her hole that when stimulated, pushed her towards a huge uterine orgasm.

Michelle soon sounded like an insane bitch.  Sounds just tumbled out of her mouth.  She was lost in a bestial HELL.  The knot, now inside, throbbed, and it kept spurting and pulsing.  The dog had stopped humping.  It just held itself still as its cock kept spurting and throbbing inside her pussy. 

She had become the Angus’s bitch.  She soon felt getting ready to cum.  As the dog’s cock pulsed and spurted, she felt her whole pelvis bear down.  Her vaginal muscles convulsed against the dog’s cock gripping it hard and she CAME hard.

She was in a trance, as her body shook.  The boys got in close to see and Harold noticed that the knot seemed to be trying to come out.  But it was too swollen; and when Michelle’s hot pussy went into a spasm, the knot was pulled in deeper. 

Michelle kept having one body shakingorgasm after another.  She the hot cum spurting and spurting…pumping her full of hot, watery, bestial cum.  Roy knew that a dog’s cock is real hot...probably hotter than a man’s and would keep spurting and cumming inside her for awhile.  And as long as it throbbed and spurted, it just kept making her cum.

The hot cumhad turned Michelle’s hole into a volcano.  The big knot held the hot cum inside her.  She kept cumming convulsively over and over again.  Finally, it came to an end.  The dog’s knot had kept the animal locked inside her for the longest time.  She had been thoroughly fucked.

She slowly came back to her senses when Angus pulled back and as its cock shrank, it finally popped out.  She felt like a log had popped out of her.  Angus’s cock still protruded.  The boys marveled its size.  So did Madison and Miko.  The cockwas as big as a cucumber, and the knot as big as two lemons.  Angus stood there, then bent down and licked it’s cock.  Lloyd led the dog back to the kennel where it lay down and began licking its cock.

Michelle,still on her hands and knees, panted.  She was wet and messyfrom her belly all over her crotch...her inner thighs and her butt cheeks.  A revolting mixture of dog cum and her pussy juicesleaked from her hole and ran down her thighs.  Her hole was open and hot red.  Her labia were swollen; so was her clitoris.  Roycalled her a bitch.  Awhile later,Royhad Lloyd bring a young male dog from the kennel. This was Angus’s offspring, Riley.

Michelle looked over and saw there was another dog.  She looked at this dog and realized they were going to let this one fuck her too.  She realized it was no good to plead or beg.  Despite her fears about having to take another dog’s dick, the dog’s multi-colored cock hypnotized her.   She stared at the length and thickness of it.  Michelle’s heart leapt in her mouth as she eyed the animal’s organ. Nervously, she tried to scoot forward, but there was nowhere to go.  The beast began barking as it smelled her.  She realized she smelled very nasty.  The boys laughed and joked, excited by what was next. 

As Roy and Pete taped it front paws and got the dog in position... some of them crowded in closer.  Michelle glanced at the faces around her.  The faces were full of wonder, lust, disgust and amazement.  Then she looked back over her shoulder again at the dog’s cock.  Drops of slippery juice trickled from the hole at the tip.  The animal bent down to sniff at her ass.  The scent excited Riley, because it began to bark.  It put its nose against her wet pussy and licked her. The dog reared its head up, snorted and barked again.

Roy, as a breeder, was experienced in using false start techniques to increase a dog’s semen volume and get a younger dog to mount the bitch.  Roy encouraged Riley to mount her, and the animal rose up on its hind legs and came over her back with its paws on either side of her.  Its paws slid back and it began hugging her hips.  It was humping the air and trying to find her warm, wet hole.  The dog drooled on her neck and shoulders.

The dog tried to scoot forward to find her pussy that it had smelled.  Michelle felt the tip briefly touch her wet pussy, and then it slid up and over her asshole.  She shuddered in nervous anticipation of the penetration, as the dog hunched forward trying to get its cock into her. 

But, every time Riley got close, Roy and Pete pulled the dog off.  They did that three times.  This got Riley crazy.  The dog barked and whined each time Roy forced a“false mount”. After each one, Riley, crazy with the smell of Michelle’s pussy, strained against the leash. 

Using this technique, Roy knew the dog would cum in buckets.  Finally Roy let the dog goto let nature take its course.  The fucking was brutal and deep.  Young Riley felt her hole with the tip of its cock; then its powerful hind quarters banged forward. 

As the tip found her sex hole and slid wetly inside, the dog’s next few thrusts got the entire cock inside her warm, wet hole, making Michelle moan and groan.  The tip touched her G-spot and slid past.  The opening of her hole and the pressure on her hot spots felt so good to Michelle again.  It hurt and felt good at the same time.

Darleen found the show so hot that she was standing off to the side with her hand slyly pressing her pussy through her dress and panties. At this time, the dog started slamming its haunches in and out and Michelle took it all.  She screamed when the dog started humping like mad.  Everyone was surprised at how hard the young dog fucked her.  Its rear paws scooted forward with the force of its thrusts. 

Michelle’s cries and moans left no doubt that she was enjoying the mating.  The dog, slobbering and thrustingwas fully into it.  Michelle cried out each time the animal’s haunches thrust forward and forced the embedded cock deeper into her.  Her eyes began rolling back in her head as the dog humped her with short powerful strokes.   She didn’t move at all - she just let the dog stretch and pound her.  The boys crowded closer to see the knot as it crowded her hole.  Now fully distended, the dog’s knot was as big around as a fist. 

Michelle braced herself for the knot.  But the dog was young and not experienced in mating.  It pulled back and its cock slipped out.  But, Riley was hot and soon its cock was back inside her again. And this time it went in very easy as her sex hole was really open and slimy. The dog kept humpingand then the knot stretched open her vaginal muscles and popped inside.  Michelle screamed when it went in. The boys were beside themselves.  This was anotherhigh point for the teens; they were mesmerized by what they were seeing.

Michelle’s vagina was stretched to the limit.  She now had another dog’s cock inside her hole.  The dog had stopped humping and just held its cock inside her.  Its organ throbbed and pulsed as it discharged its watery cum into her…soon a heavier load of cream would follow. 

At this point, she began cumming….and cumming…her tits jiggled and swayed asRiley’s cock throbbed and hosed its hot cum.  Her head went up and down and her mouth opened and closed in the sheer bliss she was feeling as she was pushed into a string of convulsive orgasms.  Her mouth would open and she would croak and cry out.  The sounds she made sounded odd, but this was no ordinary fuck...

Michelle knew now, deep in her soul, that she had been pushed very far down the status ladder.  She was now was on the same level as a dog. As the dog’s dick kept hosing her pussy with cum - so much that it backed up and began oozing out of her hole; and with the tip of the dog’s dick pushing against the bottom of her hold -  she was in heaven.

Cum sprayed from the tip straight into the deepest part of her hole.  She could feel the hot cum inside her and the heat and the pressure just overwhelmed her.  Her pussy was alive and it milked the dog’s cock rhythmically.  Her orgasms, as they hit, were total body shakers.  Rileymade her cum a half dozen times during the next ten minutes.  She almost fainted it was so intense.

As the cum flooded her pussy and backed up, she never felt such raw lust.  Her orgasms had almost been continuous since the knot had been forced inside her.  She could feel the heat radiating from the dog’s hot cock.  And it just kept spurting and spurting.  Her vagina had a life of its own now.  Never had she experienced such pleasure from having a male organ inside her.  Her pussy spasmed involuntarily and milked Riley’s cock – it was so good.  Roy smiled.  The “mating” had gone better than he hoped.  It was, obviously, a satisfying coupling for stud dog and bitch...

Sweat justkept pouring off her – making her ebony skin glisten. With the dog’s dick in her, her pussy convulsively squeezed the invader and as it did...the knob, just inside her hole, pressed against her G-spot.  This made her have even more orgasms.  They kept surging thru her pelvis and up into her belly and down her thighs.  They made her howl!

The boys were beside themselves.  They were witnessing one of the most perverted sex acts imaginable.  Harold and Dwight now had their hands in their pockets playing with their pricks.  They couldn’t help themselves.

The dog’s contractions finally subsided and dribbled the last drops of semen into her.  Both Michelle and the dog were panting as they waited for the knot to relax and shrink.  The dog pulled back slightly – then pulled harder and the knot finally popped out of Michelle’s pussy.   Doggy cum started pouring out of her stretched, hole and splattered on the grass as some ran down the inside of her legs.  The dog’s ejaculation was so copious that its cum seemed to be everywhere. 

After the knot came out, Michelle continued to have spasms in her vagina for several minutes and at one point, she started straining like she was going to cum again.

“The bitch is gonna cum again, I think,” said Madison eliciting nods of agreement from Cooter and Sam who found the sight of two hot, UALR coeds watching the same perverted show as they were...very hot indeed!

The dog, meanwhile, whined and began licking its cock.  Michelle sagged and put her head down between her forearms on the grass.  Madison and Miko began clapping and this made everybody, except Michelle, laugh.

Riley’s dick was still half-erect, hanging down under its belly asLloyd led the animal off.  Michelle was a mess.  Canine cum dripped in a steady stream from her hole.  Roy got a bowl, held it between her legs, and caught the rest of the doggy cum pouring from her hole. He made her lap it up, and then lick the bowl clean, as an additional act of humiliation. 

For the final act of degradation, Roy had Pete and Lloyd bring the dogs back out on the lawn one at a time. Angus first.   Roy lifted Angus’s tail and pointed at the dog’s asshole.  He motioned for Michelle to get busy.  She looked at him and then at the dog’s anus and recoiled in horror.  The pinkish-white ring of tight muscle was ringed with fur and looked so alien.  It smelled horrible too...

But, Roy would not be denied.  With everyone standing around as a witness, the Chief Administrator at St. Luke’s Children’s Hospital had to put the pink tip of her tongue out and then lick Angus’s shit hole and then Riley’s asshole too.  She had to kiss and lick their assholes; getting more of her tongue into it until she was lapping them with the full, broad surface of her tongue.

Roy kept her at it for almost five minutes.   It was a disgusting end to the show.  The smell and the taste made her gag, but she did it and felt waves of submission wash over her body, soul and mind.  Afterwards, she just hung her head.  She could not look anyone in the eye.  She had been shamed totally.

After awhile, the boys took her inside to fuck her in the ass.  Her sphincter was already relaxed from her orgasms, and Lloyd lubed her shithole with some Crisco® and he and his possetook turns sodomizing her.

Even though Michelle thought about trying to keep her asshole tight and deny them entry, as each boy stepped up to take his turn, they were able to get their cocks inside her easily, but it made her groan.  Lloyd got his big cock to penetrate her shit hole up to his wiry pubic hair and Michelle found, while it was painful, she could accommodate him.  The muscles in her anal sphincter parted enough to allow him to ass fuck her. 

Michelle, as the anal rapes went on, just hung her head and remained lost in a trance - feeling the sensations of each boy’s hard, hot cock and their ejaculations into her rectum.  When Ryan began to pull on her nipples at the same time he was sodomizing her, it felt good and Michelle had an orgasm.  The rough sodomy and the humiliation had produced another hot cum.  AfterDwight, who went last, finished sliming her asshole, Lloydhumiliatingly patted her head, ruffled her sweat-frizzed hair and called her, ‘a good dog’.

She was exhausted, but Lloyd got her up on her knees, wagged his cock in her face and made her use her lips and tongue to clean it for him.  This was after he’d fucked her in the ass.  It was gross, but the submission was masochisticallyexciting to her.  He grunted in pleasure as she licked his balls and kiss his cock up and down the shaft from his nuts to the pisshole.  It got him excited again, and he made her suck his cock to completion. 

As the others watched, they got excited again. After all, they were at the peak of their recuperative sexual powers - being 18 or 19.  So, in the end, Michelle had to suck all their cocksin turn.  She was still on a sexual high and sucked each cock to completion…enjoying the differences in their size, taste, color, texture, the flavor and the consistency of their ejaculate. 

Lloyd looked at her, chuckled and remarked to Ryan, “My dad was right. She is a fuckin’ dog slut.”

The rest of the lazy, hazy Sunday afternoon was a blur for Michelle.  At one point, Madison and Miko got Michelle in the downstairs bathroom and lifted their skirts, pulled down their panties and made her lick their pussies, reveling in Michelle’s sheer humiliation as they called her a “dog slut”. Madison sat on the toilet and had Michelle eat her pussy that way and Miko leaned up against the sink and spread her legs.

“Say, I’m a dirty dog slut,” Madison cooed at her.

Lapping at the oh-so-pretty pussy spread out for her service, Michelle bowed her head and muttered, “Yes, Miz Madison, I’m a dog slut. I’m a dirty slut for dogs!”

Later, Darleen and Kelly, hearing that the two coeds had put Michelle to work, got their chance too.  Mother and daughter got Michelle on her back on the same bathroom floor.  Mom went first and made the older African-American woman kiss and lick her hairy pussy, as she sat on her face. And then after Mom had cum, Kelly pulled down her shorts and panties so Michelle could go to work on her plump pussy.  Kelly sat down gingerly as Darleen made Michelle lick Kelly’s pouting, brown asshole first.

“Have you had BM today, baby,” Darleen asked her daughter?

“Yes, Momma.”

“That’s good. Now Michelle you get busy and clean my baby’s asshole.”

Using her tongue like a paint brush, Michelle lapped and licked as directed until Kelly’s anal pucker shone.  Then Momma made her work on her daughter’s plump, hairy pussy.  Kelly was a demon for having Michelle lick and suck her pussy and sat down repeatedly suffocating the older woman. 

As her nose was pressed up against the white teen’s pulpy genitals and she could hear herself lapping the wet labia and oozing hole like a dog, Michelle had an epiphany. As the two women dominated her, Michelle realized how much she craved serving white women and having them abuse her.  Even more than white men...

“Your face is really wet, slut,” Darleen said to Michelle after Kelly stood up and stretched.  Michelle had made Kelly cum two or three times.

“Momma, I gotta pee,” Kelly announced.

“Well you got a nice pot to pee in right here,” she said jerking a thumb in Michelle’s direction.

“Oh, Jesusgod no, please don’t make me do that,” Michelle begged. 

Kelly had pulled up her panties but now as he mother guided Michelle down on her back again, Kelly got into position.  She squatted right over Michelle’s full black lips and pulled her pissflaps open.

“Get up right on it,” Darleen said and smacked Michelle on the top of the head for emphasis.

Poor Michelle had to crane her head up and put her mouth right over Kelly’s urethra.  The teen concentrated and soon, she began pissing a nice warm stream right into Michelle’s mouth.

“Don’t spill any of it, nigger,” Darleen warned her. “You take it all.”

Michelle tried hard and did take most of it in her mouth.  Taking another person’s filth in her mouth was the most degraded thing yet, and it was overwhelming in its perversity.  Michelle embraced her degradation and kept her mouth and tongue active as she gulped and swallowed Kelly’s yellow piss.  When the girl was done, she giggled and put her hand self-consciously to her mouth.

“Oh, Momma that’s so much fun,” she said.

“I know baby. I know.”

When Kelly stood up, Darleen grabbed the older woman by the hair and pulled her to her feet.  Then she shoved her to face the mirror.

“Look at yourself,” she commanded.

Michelle looked in the mirror and saw herself as she really was: a sex addict.  Her hair was disheveled and her make-up was gone.  Her eyes were bloodshot and she looked degenerate with her face soaked with another woman’s pussy juices and urine.  She cringed at the creature staring back at herself.

“Don’t like yourself, much, do you?” Darleen cruelly said to her, seeing the doubt and pain in Michelle’s face.

“You’re a dirty pig; it’s time you washed your face.”

Both mother and daughter forced Michelle to her knees and got her head into the toilet.  Then Kelly flushed it several times, making the older black woman choke and sputter.  When it was over, Michelle sank to the floor, sobbed, curled up into a fetal ball on the tile.  Darleen and Kelly just left her there.

After everyone left, Roy went and found Michelle on the bathroom floor.  He spent some time with her before he let her go home.  He talked to her and made her say that she was now his, ‘nigger dog slut’.  

“Say it, Michelle,” he leered at her.

She struggled, as she always did, to try and hold onto a shred of her rapidly vanishing dignity. But he persisted.  Finally, with tears in her eyes,the submissive, degraded negress said it just the way he wanted.

“I...I’m...a nigger...dog slut.”

“That’s a good, dog,” Roy said as he patted her on the head condescendingly. 

He didn’t allow her to take a shower.  She looked at him with shock, horror and then pleading in her eyes when he refused her request to use the shower.

“Please...I’m a mess,” she said.  “Please let me take a shower.”

“Dogs and nigger dog sluts don’t take showers,” Roy said, as if speaking to dim-witted child.  “Showers are for people, for humans.  Dogs just instinctively know how to lick and clean themselves without having to be trained or taught.  But I guess nigger dog sluts aren’t quite up to that level of development, or at least you aren’t just yet, are you girl?”  Roy chuckled and patted her head. 

“Of course,” Roy continued,“sometimes when domesticated animals—dogs, livestock, whatever—get into stuff and get really dirty, we have to hose ‘em down.  Now, some animals don’t like that.  But the more domesticated, better trained ones learn to accept it and even like it ‘cause they like their master’s attention and care, and the best, most

domesticated animals, their master’s true pets, learn to ask and beg for it.  Can you do that?  Can you beg your master to hose you down?”

Michelle was humiliated and despised herself for it, but she felt so filthy and desperate.  She got down on her knees, raised her hands like paws, and whimpered and barked like a pitiful but hopeful puppy, begging him to hose her down.  Roy laughed, shook his head, and laughed even harder.  Then he turned his back and started to leave.   Without even bothering to turn around to face the kneeling, begging black woman, he snickered back over his shoulder.

“No, you put on your clothes and go home like the stinky, nigger slut you are. I want you to think hard on who you are...and what you are.  That’ll help,” he said to her cruelly.

So, in the end, Michelle had to put on her clothes as dirty as she was.  She couldn’t find her panties and with her pussy wet and slimy and with her kinky pussy hair caked with human and canine cum, she pulled on her bra, blouse and slacks.  As she drove home, she could smell how she reeked and cried silent tears at what she’d become: a nigger dog slut!

Chapter 9

Toilet Slave

Madison and Miko belonged to the Gamma Phi Zeta sorority. One of the oldest Greek societies on campus at UALR, the two were legacy sisters.  The sorority was comprised exclusively of white girls, with the exception of Miko, who was Asian. It wasn’t long before  they brought Michelle over to the house and introduced her to Kimberly and Cathy, who was the head sister. These two were Madison and Miko’s closest gal pals. 

So, very soon, more sisters got into the fun and games with Michelle, all of them enjoying the opportunity to laugh, torment and make fun of her.  Until, eventually, Michelle was trained into becoming a perpetually aroused, teased and tormented panty and pussy slave to most of the sisters.  They started her off by turning her into a nigger house maid.  Madison had seen pictures of Michelle in the maid’s costume Roy had assembled for her.  She and Miko took delight in pulling her tits out of her blouse and then yanking her skirt up and pulling her panties down.  Following this they made her stumble around and swatted her when they decided she needed “correction”.

Ironically, by this time, because she was now performing panty-maid duties at several venues for various males and females, Michelle found herself actually feeling pathetically not only accustomed to, but grudgingly grateful for, the improvised, accessorized, fetishized panty-maid outfit, as pitiful as that was, and as absurd as it would have seemed before. 

Being virtually “on call” for panty-maid duties which she could be required perform for various people at various times and places, often with little or no prior notice, made it easier to simply wear a black spandex micro-mini slip required for her panty-maid outfit almost all the time at work or at home, and keep a white push-up, half-cup bra, lace-top thigh-high stockings, two garter belts and three pairs of white panties in her purse, ready to go at a moment’s notice, at all times, regardless of whether she was or wasn’t wearing her outfit already. 

And though it made her feel all the more shameful and pitiful, she could not count the times she’d been grateful to have panties to wear on her head, over her face, to obscure and disguise her face and identity, as absurdly debasing and grotesquely degrading as being “panty-headed” and “panty-faced” otherwise was. 

By now, nearly all of the men and boys, women and girls who used and abused her were amused and indulgent enough—and self-interested enough to not want her arrested or publicly recognized—that they let her to pull her panty cap down over her face, though some made her plead to be permitted to do so.  And, while the mini-slip could certainly be covered back up with conventional, even conservative, outer clothing, even if it wasn’t, it was no more revealing or publicly ‘indecent’ than Halloween costumes, certainly, but even than most club wear. 

Nevertheless, following performances for men and boys, Michelle was more receptive, even if reluctantly and shamefully so, than she might otherwise have been to performing for females, especially young girls, as perversely cruel and clever as they could be.  It still surprised her and she despised herself for it; but found herself getting aroused on the way over, before she even arrived at, the sorority house.

The sorority girls made her wait on them hand and foot and when their excitement grew to a point that they were ready for more action, they added personal services to her maid’s duties.  Michelle had to lick, kiss and suck their pussies.  And if she didn’t perform to their satisfaction, they punished her as only one woman can do to another woman.

At the House one Sunday, they put Michelle through a really cruel routine.Actually, what they did to her was part and parcel of what pledges were put through.  But it was a hoot for the sisters to subject Michelle to the “Hell Week” initiation routine. Just like a new pledge, Michelle was forced to lie across the table wearing just her bra and panties. Then Cathy, as head sister, who was a big girl with auburn hair, grabbed the back of her panties and wedged them up her ass, leaving her butt exposed.

At first, Cathy didn’t hold her panties up there that hard, but one-by- one, each of the other sisters got to give the 40 year old mother one whack with the paddle.  And the paddle was a beaut: a wicked tool with a leather handle and a thin lacquered blade 18 inches long.  Every time Michelle whimpered or made a sound while she was being paddled, the sister who beat her, then got to pull the wedgie up harder and hold it there. With every whimper or moan, the wedgies got more painful as the sisters took to yanking and sawing the wadded crotch of her panties from side-to-side...which soon rubbed her anus raw.

Madison took her swing and made Michelle grunt; so she grabbed the back of the older woman’s cotton panties and gave her a hard wedgie. Each sister got one swing and one wedgie. Michelle whimpered, moaned, cried out with every swat of the paddle and received fierce wedgies. When Michelle’s panties finally tore, Cathy started the whole process all over again.Not only were her buttocks raw and sore by the end of the session, but her crack and asshole were so tender she couldn’t wipe herself after her next bowel movement.

On another occasion, Madison, Miko, Cathy, Kimberly and four other sisters took Michelle to Cathy’s room.  There, they made her sit on a low stool and spat on her face, repeatedly. “You’re shit,” chuckled one girl named Lucy.  “You’re a toilet,” laughed another, named Debbie.

Michelle was disgusted.  The girls all spit on her face and it dribbled down across her cheeks, nose lips, down her chin. The strangest thing... she got aroused! Unconsciously, with her her tongue, she tasted some of the spittle.

Her eyes rolled back in her head she felt wavelets of arousal building in her loins.  The feelings overwhelmed her and she moaned. While her mouth was open all the sisters took turns spitting into her mouth.

This time she couldn’t avoid the saliva of eight young pretty white women.  They made her swallow and as she felt their saliva sliding down her throat, she wriggled her hips and ass on the chair.   She couldn’t believe her body was betraying her this way.  Michelle was on the verge of an orgasm...

Miko then took pity on her and wiped her faceglistening with spittle.  She used a white t-shirt.  She rubbed her face with it and Michelle whimpered as the Asian girl wiped her.  The shirt was smelly; it had a familiar scent, a funky odor.  Repulsive at it was, Michelle felt herself submissively responding.

Miko, holding the shirt, noticed and rubbed it all over her face again.

“You like the shirt, don’t you, nigger,” she grinned?

It smelled like a mixture of leather shoes and stinky, limburger cheese.  The odor was irresistible in its own way, even in its offensiveness.  It, of course, contained the pheromones of all eight girls. They had all used the t-shirt to wipe their feet...between their toes and under their arms before the session.

Miko rubbed it slowly all over Michelle’s face, but concentrated mostly on her nose and mouth. Some of the other girls crowded around now.  They could see that Miko was getting a reaction from the older woman and it was fun to watch.

“Oh, God, I think she likes it,” said Debbie, who wore rimless glasses.

“That’s so disgusting,” said Lucy, a blonde cheerleader, wincing at the spectacle.

Michelle soon found herself on her back, looking up at her tormentors.

“Somebody’s thirsty and needs a drink,” Madison said, chuckling.

This was the signal and all the sisters removed their shorts, pants, skirts and panties. Michelle, dazed, wanted to scream, but she lay there paralyzed. Her eyes darted this way and that.  She felt helpless...

Then Madison squatted over Michelle and sat down. After she was done, Cathy went. And then Kimberly and Miko and the next girl and the next, soaking Michelle’s face and hair with their juices, with their orgasms.  Michelle used her lips and tongue to lap up the tastes and the flavors.  As Lucy and Debbie knelt by her side and played with her pussy, another orgasm washed over the middle-aged mother like a hurricane.

As she was writhing feeling her cum, Miko and Madison grabbed the white t-shirt and wiped their underarms again.  Then Madison stuffed it into Michelle’s mouth.  She stared ahead blankly as the girls continued to talk about her to each other; the flavor of their secretions and their powerful pheromones imprinting her mind and body.

After another orgasm, Michelle was taken into the bathroom down the hall and laid on her back in the tub. The sisters all stood around and began talking excitedly.  Finally, it was decided.  Michelle went right into trance again as Madison, Miko, Kimberly and Cathy squatted down close to the tub’s edge and let go with their urine streams all over her.  They pissed on her going from her face to her crotch and ratcheting the humiliation level up another notch.The next four then took their turn.  This was the session where the girls of Gamma Phi Zeta turned Michelle into a “toilet slave”.

Being pissed on, hating it, being sickened by it, yet eventually Michelle was aroused by it too. She had been turned into a toilet slave by eight coeds who were playful and into the fun and games, but disgusted by the older woman.  Being turned into a toilet slave was not the worst thing however.

The two coeds who had enslaved her, Madison and Miko, decided they would turn her into a “human toilet”.  One fateful night after Michelle had put in a full day at work, they summoned her to Gamma House and took her to “their” room.  As usual, Michelle had worn her black slip and stockings beneath the jacket and skirt of the conservative business suit she wore to work, and had the garter belts and panties in her purse, prepared to perform as a panty maid.  However, rather than performing maid service at the House for the girls, this was going to be a more “private party”.

Michelle hated the toilet degradation.  Some of the whites who had snared her had subjected her to various disgusting humiliations centered around pissing and shitting.  Michelle had been compelled by Darlene and Kelly to piss and shit on herself; and Roy had fucked her from behind, at his house, with her head in the toilet, then pissed on her head, still in the toilet.  Darlene had once made her lick up piss from around the edge of the toilet bowl... forcing her to use her mouth like a cleaning tool.  All of that was bad enough.  But, being turned into a ‘human toilet’? 

When Madison and Miko showed her the potty chair, which they ceremoniously hauled from their clothes closet, Michelle balked. There was no way she was going to let them stick her head under that thing. The thought of the two haughty, spoiled coeds sitting on the little chair, with the pot removed and with her positioned underneath...well...it was just too much. ‘After all I’ve suffered, there is a limit’, she told herself.

The toilet-related fantasies that sprang from Madison’s imagination were the most debasing and degrading ones Michelle would experience.  Madison had pondered what was the most degrading thing they could do to their “pussy slave”.  ‘Shitting in her mouth...that’s the  the ultimate’, she decided.

“I want you on the floor,” she said demandingly, as she pointed.

“You’re not going to put me under that...”

“You can either do it, or you know what we’ll do...”

Before she could finish, Michelle groaned. Blackmail hung like a sword over her head...

“Please don’t do this. I can’t imagine how you could get pleasure from doing this,” Michelle pleaded.

“You have no imagination, nigger. You were meant for it.  In fact, it doesn’t take much imagination at all, just a look at the turd-brown color of your skin, to see you were born for this.  Now get your ass on the floor,” Madison said.

Michelle reluctantly got down on her back. They made her lie with her hands by her sides and put two thick towels folded in half underneath her head.

“Miko, let’s tie her wrists,” Madison suggested.

And that’s what they did.  They used Michelle’s stockings to tie her wrists behind her back.  Then, Miko removed the little plastic pot from the chair, so now there was only an open hole.  Then, she picked the little chair up.  It had been purchased online and was an “adult” version of a baby’s potty chair. The chair was light but made of oak and sturdily built with a straight back and arms.  The back of the chair had a humiliating graphic of chubby, pink cherub with a fat bottom getting ready to sit down.

The potty chair had been used as a prop, but only that, in sorority initiations.  They would make a pledge lie underneath it and she would have to sing the sorority song, while a sister pulled down her shorts and panties and sat on the chair, putting her butt in the poor pledge’s face while she struggled to finish singing.  It was a humiliating routine.

But Madison had a more cruel and nasty use of the chair in mind.  The bottom of the chair was only a foot off the floor and as Miko positioned it so it straddled Michelle’s head, the 40 year old African-American woman groaned as she contemplated her fate.  Michelle’s face was there right at the bottom of the hole.  Miko looked down on her and grinned.  The horror of her plight was now becoming more apparent to Michelle. 

“We’ve both got to “go”, Madison announced cheerfully.

“Yeah, we both gotta have a BM,” Miko chuckled.

“Who’s first,” asked Miko?

“I’ll go first,” said Madison.

She pulled down her short-shorts and her thong panty and sat down.  Michelle stared as Madison’s butt cut off the light.  When Madison sat down fully, her pussy and anus were right in Michelle’s face.  Michelle groaned as she stared at the sight confronting her: the pussy and asshole she’d so often been made to lick was right there in her face. 

“Now, don’t say or do anything to interrupt me,” Madison said to Miko, who giggled.

“Keep your eyes open.  Don’t turn your head,” Miko strictly instructed.  She was crouched down, staring at this debasement with amusement, yet still some astonishment, trying to keep her face and voice sternly commanding.

“OH Jesusgod, help me,” Michelle groaned.  Her head felt foggy and dazed.  Her eyes glazed over as she stared straight up as instructed.

The hospital administrator was hypnotized by the sight of Madison’s pinkish-brown anus.  As she gaped at it, Madison farted.  She was concentrating, trying to squeeze out the first turd and let go with a smelly fart. The smell lingered as the tip of the first turd stretched open her asshole and began to emerge.  Michelle stared at it...revolted...

The seat was so low that Madison’s spread open butt cheeks with her anus at the center were virtually only inches from Michelle’s nose and mouth.  As the turd materialized, it appeared very dark brown, almost black and it kept descending.  Michelle stared at it until her eyes nearly crossed.

The tip of the first turd touched her cheek then plopped down across the bridge of her nose.  Like grease paint Michelle thought, feeling childish and foolish for it, but no less anguish and disgust for what it really was.  The hideous smell was even more intense now, and the firm, yet also wet and gooey weight across her nose and cheeks created a sensory overload of degradation beyond her worst imagination.

The next turd emerged.   Miko barked at her to open her mouth fully and put her mouth on it like she was taking a cock.  Michelle gulped and whimpered as it got closer to her lips.   She opened her her mouth as it got closer and closer and finally, she put her big, nigger lips around it, like she was sucking it...and then as she clamped down a big part of the turd was in her mouth.

She tasted shit for the first time, and gagged. The black woman had to decide whether she should just swallow the load of shit or chew it and then swallow...

Miko leaned in closer and told her to chew and swallow it.  Madison, grunting with the exertion, squeezed the rest of the turd out coming as Michelle struggled to chew and swallow the shit in her mouth.

The consistency was fairly “chewy”.  She quickly chomped it and then swallowed the mess.  In the meantime, the rest of the same turd emerged from Madison’s asshole and as the anus squeezed it off, it landed with a “plop” on Michelle’s closed mouth...and then rolled off to land on the towel.  It was all so gross that Michelle had to do everything in her power not to retch.  She gagged a couple of times, but she could see Miko out of the corner of her eye and the Asian girl was threatening all sorts of cruel mayhem if Michelle spit it out or vomited.

As the blonde cheerleader kept shitting, Michelle discovered (sickened, and of course, ashamed) that deep down, that some part of her, a depraved sliver of her soul, relished the sheer degradation. To be used as a toilet by a younger woman...a white women...it was so mortifying that nothing lower could be imagined in her mind.  And horror of horrors...it aroused her!

Madison kept defecating and most of it hit Michelle in the face and eventually landed on the towel.  She took another softer, lighter brown turd into her mouth, chewed and then swallowed it.  Miko, seeing how big that turd was, acted like a coach next to Michelle telling her what to do.

“This one,” she said to Michelle, with real encouragement in her voice, as the spongy turd emerged and got close to Michelle’s waiting mouth.

“Open your mouth and take this one,” she said to her.

Finally, Madison was done. And when she had finished shitting, Miko had Michelle lick the blonde girl’s anus clean.

“You better do a good job, slut. If she needs to use toilet paper afterwards, I’m gonna beat you on your asshole,” Miko warned her.

Submissively, Michelle licked the blonde girl’s pretty brownish-pink anus, lapping her there until the tight pucker was shiny with her saliva and clean as it could be.  Then, Miko took her turn; and she had to take a huge dump.  Michelle took two turds, chewed and swallowed them, but, at that point, she vomited.  It was too much.  Miko was furious with her for taking Madison’s crap and not throwing up.  But in the end, Michelle had been pushed, both in body and mind, beyond her breaking point. She ended up on her knees retching into a wastepaper basket like a drunk after a long night out.

“Oh God,” she kept saying...“Oh, God...”

As punishment for losing control and vomiting, Miko made Michelle kneel between her legs, holding onto her ankles while the Asian coed used the wooden cross piece from a clothes hanger to beat her on her anus.  Miko whipped the puckered orifice until it went into spasms, clenching and “winking” uncontrollably.  In the end, her beaten anal pucker was so sore and swollen that Michelle’s next bowel movement was torture.

Chapter 10

The Pet

As debasing as the toilet slave things Madison and Miko did to Michelle, the day they turned Michelle into their “pet monkey” rivaled any session as the low point for the 40 year old mother.  One day, sitting around and joking at the sorority house, the two came up with the idea.  There were hanging out with two other Gamma sisters, Cathy and Kimberly – all of them chatting and drinking ice tea.

“Yeah, first we shave her head bald,” Madison went on...

“OK...Yeah...uh...and then what,” asked Miko.

“Then, we take her to that shop where they sell those awful wigs. You know that beauty supply place over on Broadway? Yeah...then we like make her buy two god-awful blonde wigs.  Nothing more ghetto and pathetic than a black woman in a blonde wig...right? Then we train her to be our “pet monkey,” said Madison.

The others thought this was silly at first, but as they kicked it around, they got into it.

“Yeah, let’s make her run around naked here, like a chimp,” finally enthused Cathy, the head sister.

“Make her suck on bananas, just like she’s still in the jungle,” added Kimberly, the bosomy brunette cheerleader.

“I see lots of “ooo-ooo-ooo” and monkey screeches, squatting and scrambling around on her knees and her knuckles.  Trained to perform  tricks,” chorused Miko.

“Ape and monkey...remember how big a deal the press up north made of those cartoons about Barack and Michelle Obama,” Madison went on?

“Yeah, there’s nothing better than making her our little “pet monkey”, Miko said enthusiastically.

The linkage of blacks and apes and monkeys.  Of course, for obvious physical reasons as well as others...the girls had stumbled onto something terrible with which to torment Michelle and before long they had worked out a complete scenario.  Poor Michelle...her next visit to the sorority was going to be real mental torture.

“Oh, God, please don’t shave my head,” Michelle begged when they sat her down and produced the electric clippers. 

But it was no good. They held her down and used the clippers and one, two, three Michelle was cue ball smooth like the barbers do it at military boot camp.  Cruelly, they left two hunks...two floppy hunks on the sides, to let it grow in natural, like puppy-dog ears. 

“Poodle ears,” Madison called them, laughing.  “In case she can’t be trained to perform up to simian or primate level, as a monkey or an ape.  At least we know how well she’s already trained to perform at a canine level, as a bitch dog.” 

Miko couldn’t stop laughing, and kept making Madison start laughing all over again, which made the head-shaving a haphazard and slow process.  Once her head was shaved, Michelle would have to wear a wig to work (which, she despised).  Worse, the girls who shaved her head took her shopping for a wig. The four of them: Madison, Miko, Kimberly and Cathy drove Michelle over to Hair Plus on Broadway.  The girl at the counter,a young, snotty, white working class stiff named Bette, looked bored. 

“Okay, what can I do for ya,” she asked laconically?

“She needs a wig,” said Madison, smirking and pointing at Michelle who, red-eyed, was wearing a scarf to conceal her bald head. 

She wanted to vanish. She wished she could just melt into the cracks in the floor. 

“Show her,” Madison commanded.

Michelle had to take off the scarf.

“Ya see...she’s been abusing her hair...with all those chemical hair relaxers.  Trying to take the Africa out of her hair,” Madison said by way of explanation.

The counter girl began grinning.  It was obvious that these rich white kids had this poor older black woman under their thumb.

“Yeah, she didn’t want to let it go natural...She was afraid of it looking like a Brillo® pad...or her pubic hair,” Miko added cruelly.

“So she ruined it,” said Cathy. “She needs a wig now. We wanna see something blonde.  Whaddya got?”

The girl chuckled at this and said, “Hmm...you wanna see something like a Gwyneth Paltrow look or like a Dolly Parton look?”

“OH, Dolly Parton,” Madison laughed...and the other three girls all added almost simultaneously, “Oh yeah!”

Michelle cringed.  It was so humiliating.  They made her try on several wigs; each one was more garish than the last. Finally, they decided on two wigs: one that sported the most ridiculous Goldilocks curls and the other a gaudy, platinum blonde “Dolly Parton” rug.  They made Michelle pay for it.   As she watched the girl swipe her credit card, she wondered how she would ever wear one of these vulgar monstrosities to work.  Madison must have been reading her mind.

“We’re gonna check up on you, pussy slut. You’re gonna be wearing one of these every day.  You understand,” she said.  Michelle nodded submissively.

‘Oh Jesusgod’, she thought to herself. ‘What am I going to do’.

They drove her back to the sorority house.  They had some fun and games planned; and it was time to begin Michelle’s “pet monkey” training.

Madison began by saying, “I’ve seen you trained as a dog.  You were pretty good.”

Cathy and Kimberly hadn’t see Michelle’s performance as a “dog slut” but had heard about it.  They guffawed at this reference.

“But now it’s time to move up the food chain.  We think you’re ready to become a monkey.  Our pet monkey.”

Michelle recoiled.  Being called a monkey or an ape, along with being compelled to act like one, ranked right up there with being called a nigger and being compelled to act like one of those.  The girls were forcing her down the status ladder.  Higher than being reduced to a ‘human toilet,’ but still…Being forced to act like a slutty teen was low; being a nigger housemaid was lower still, being forced to suck and eat bananas, with her big, monkey-ape-nigger lips, being forced to fuck herself in the pussy and ass with bananas was terrible.

Being compelled to walk like an ape, squatting and scrambling around on feet and knuckles; being trained to perform “tricks” were all on the bill and over the next several hours the four girls systematically worked the 40 year old mother down the status ladder.  First, they made her take off her clothes and the scarf so that she was just standing there naked and bald as the day she was born.

Following this, Madison read from a note pad and made her say back to them, “I have a wide monkey mouth, big lips and the musculature of an ape.”  Next, she had to own up to, “I have the long arms and fingers of a monkey.” 

And finally she had to declare, “The way I stand, my legs, the curve of my lower back and my big butt are proof that I’m a monkey.”

Michelle’s eyes began to fill with tears when they made her admit, “Sometimes I think of myself of as an ape.” 

Being made to say she was an ape, Michelle was in HELL.  When Miko brought out a bunch of bananas, Michelle began sobbing.  The rest of the session they spent making her walk, sit and squat like a monkey - shove whole bananas in her big mouth - push them unpeeled in her pussy after Miko mimed it.

“Monkey see; monkey do,” they all laughed when she inserted them in her pussy.

Then they made their little pet monkey eat their pussies.  Each took a turn.  When she didn’t do it just right, they slapped her across her face and slapped her tits until she squealed.  The punished her for every mistake and called her a “stupid monkey”.

This game was a hoot and they made Michelle come to the sorority house at least once a month to play it.  Michelle, for her part, was devastated when she showed up for work that first day wearing the Dolly Parton wig.  The whispered comments and looks were like arrows in her flesh:‘What’s with Ms. Jeffers. Did you see that wig?  What is she thinking’?

She had descended so far down...The Gamma sisters had such fun playing with Michelle as a monkey that they began to think about other ways to degrade her.  These white girls loved the opportunity to torment the older black woman.  The fact that she occupied a position of professional authority and respect made it all the more fun.  They looked forward to the next time that Madison brought Michelle to the house - the same way that some boys enjoy torturing small creatures. 

Exposed for everyone’s enjoyment, Michelle was always frightened and ashamed.  First, they always made her strip.  She found it mortifying to have to take off her clothes in front of this group of younger white women.  Something about the cruelty in their eyes.  Also, they were upper middle class, like she was...It was ironic that they treated her as a sub-human.

Even though they were pretty, young, white girls, there was a sadistic and cruel streak in them.  Once Michelle was naked, they strong-armed her to do their bidding.  They had turned her into a pussy slave, a toilet slave and a pet monkey.  Telling her that she did a piss poor job of being their pet monkey, this day they were going to move her down the food chain.  She was too stupid to be a good monkey, but she had big, sagging tits…milk bags…“like udders”.  Cows were stupid.  Maybe she could be a better cow than a monkey.  They got her on her hands and knees and took positions on either side of her with Madison behind. 

Madison started the party by commanding Michelle be still and then she began playing with her pussy covered so heavily with her kinky black pubic hair.  Michelle bit her lip, kept her eyes closed and whimpered.  It was so humiliating how casually the pretty blonde cheerleader toyed with her, like she was a doll. 

Michelle tried to remain calm, but as the young woman parted the hot pink inner lips of her pussy …her touch brought a shudder of indrawn breath from Michelle and then a soft moan....and made her want to look to see what Madison was doing with the folds of her pussy.  When Michelle began to whine and whimper, the other girls grabbed her by her tits and began “milking” them.  Cathy used her thumb, index and middle fingers to form a “C” around her big, dark areola.  She pushed Michelle’s tit towards her chest and then squeezed her fingers and thumb together hard like she was really rolling the milk out of the older woman’s tit. 

She worked on one tit and Kimberly worked the other one. They changed the positioning of their hands occasionally and went from top and bottom and left and right. Rotating like a clock on Michelle’s big, sagging milk bags. They had seen a video on YouTube and knew exactly how to milk a breast. Soon, their exertions paid off.  Her nipples erected and then her tits, with no milk in them, began to get sore from what they were doing to her.  It was arousing at first and then unpleasant.  Michelle began moaning softly...

Miko slapped her across the face and said, “I want you to moo, cow...MOO!”

It was terribly humiliating, but Michelle did it.  She mooed! As she was doing this Madison stroked the hooded knob of her clitoris.  This made Michelle gasp and wriggle, her breathing showing her anxiety and arousal.

“She’s such a fat, slutty cow…wait till you see,” Madison confided to the group. 

Madison got one, two and three fingers inside Michelle’s pussy, palm down.  She took her time...felt around and then rubbed and patted the urethral sponge - her G-spot.  This soon had Michelle writhing, wriggling, moaning, mooing and then to everyone’s pleasure, squirting like a cow.  She had a very wet orgasm that shot juice all over the place.

“You squirt like a fat cow,” Madison laughed when Michelle ejaculated; making her feel totally debased.  Yet, it aroused her, and she knew at that moment that she was going to cum again.  It was just a matter of time.  She knew she was going to, so she just surrendered. 

The two girls “milked” her tits and then with Michelle’s hot, wet hole at her full disposal, Madison worked two and then three fingers back into her cow-like vagina.  Then Madison formed her hand into a blunt spear and forced her whole hand in.  She pushed harder, stretching the vaginal sphincter a little bit at a time until the widest part of her hand slid through and then her wrist, being narrower, allowed the stretched pussy hole and pissflaps to close around her wrist. 

As Madison fisted her, Cathy and Kimberly began pulling on her nipples harder like they were milking a cow’s udders.  With a fist in her pussy, Michelle felt the muscles of her vagina trying to deal with the intrusion as the blonde girl twisted and turned her hand around in a slow circle inside her, twisting left and then right.  Madison grinned enjoying what she was doing to her.

Then she bunched her fingers into a fist inside Michelle, with her knuckles rubbing into the walls of her pussy.  She shoved her fist deep into Michelle’s birth canal, reached the end and felt her knuckles pressed against the sensitive epicenter.  The blonde girl began twisting her hand around again; twisting it fully one way; then back the other. 

As Michelle groaned, Miko slapped her across the face again and said, “MOO COW!” 

The middle-aged black mother and hospital administrator mooed, mewling at first, then moaning and louder as mooed and mooed again and again. 

“Mau Mau Moo Cow,” one of the girls called her.  At first there was no response. 

Then the girls exploded into laughter after she explained that the Mau Mau were a “Kenyan—you know African—tribe,” hastening to add she’d heard about the anti-colonial “Mau Mau Rebellion” in her Western Civilization class, lest any of the other girls think she seemed a bit too interested and well-informed about African countries and tribes for a “normal”, white, UALR sorority girl.

Whether it was in response to harder fisting, faster milking or being called ‘Mau Mau Moo Cow’ was difficult to tell.  Regardless, Michelle started moaning and mooing noticeably faster and louder, even without any more slapping.    

The other girls laughed and chatted like birds about how Michelle was reacting.  Madison laughed that it was like cleaning out a dirty pipe as she shoved and twisted her fist around inside the black woman’s increasingly cavernous cunthole. She kept twisting her hand around, and then stopped.  Then she pulled it out some and plowed it right back in as far as she could, making the black woman groan. 

Miko began teasing Michelle’s clitoris.  She deftly manipulated the nubbin as Madison pumped her fist in and out of the black woman’s stretched pussy.  Bereft of inhibitions now, feeling the pressure in her pussy and the tickle in her clitoris, Michelle's insides began to boil.  She closed her eyes as the pleasure mounted in her pelvis and she made softer, swifter, more gently urgent mooing sounds now. 

One of the girls speculated on whether they should paint white spots on her body, like a Jersey dairy cow, which might have alarmed Michelle.  But she was as stupidly oblivious to the girls’ chatter now, almost as placid as a real cow, totally immersed in and absolutely absorbed by cow-like, sensuous pleasure.

Madison worked her fist in and out…her movements steady and slow, her fist sliding deeply into the pussy, then sliding all the way out until her fist spread the pussy lips open obscenely wide.  Miko kept diddling Michelle's clitoris.  Sometimes she simply pressed it against the black woman’s pubic bone...other times she rubbed it back and forth and then up and down.  Michelle groaned as she got hotter and more charged with excitement.  Her breathing came in hurried pants and gasps.

       

She knew Madison had her entire fist up inside her.  She wriggled her hips up and down and then left and right; dark lust surging through her mind and body.  Madison pumped harder; her fist reaming in-and-out in the tight pussy hole; stretching the muscles and hammering the epicenter as Michelle snorted through her flared nostrils.  As snot ran from her nostrils, Michelle had the mental image of herself tied to a stall in a barn with a rope attached to a huge nose ring, mooing loudly and dropping a black, baby calf.

As she gasped for breath, she went from wide-eyed to closing her eyes as if to escape into her mind.  Instinctively, her body began to thrust her sex backward now in a lewd move against Madison’s fist.  Then, she began to jerk, shake and wriggle madly, her body going into convulsions as the fist inside her forced her to cum, her spine bending into a bow, up and down.  She strained furiously and her head flailed from side to side as she was overwhelmed by an explosive orgasm. She spurted and then began pissing. 

Her hips and ass did a feverish dance as her clitoris throbbed like a live worm.  Her eyes rolled back in her head and she was aware of nothing but her heart pounding, the roaring of her blood and the faint sound of the girls giggling as she writhed in the throes of ecstasy.  Madison laughed at what they had reduced her to: a cow cumming and pissing.    Madison pulled her fist out.  The expressions flashing across Michelle’s face were priceless:  lust, shame and self-loathing.  She belonged in a stall in a barn, Michelle thought to herself.  

The blonde girl came around to kneel in front of Michelle and rubbed her wet hand all over her face.  She made her take her wet, sticky fingers in her mouth to suck them clean.

“You’re a disgusting cow,” she said to Michelle as she made her lick her whole hand clean of every trace of the pussy juice and urine there.

Michelle heard someone behind her say, “Now, let’s ride the cow.”

They got her on her back and Madison went first.  She took off her shorts and panties and knelt with her knees on either side of Michelle head, facing her feet. From underneath, the black woman was overwhelmed by Madison’s muscular thighs and buttocks descending on her.  The mat of her pubic hair had been trimmed, of course and the thin membranes of her pink labia were clearly visible. 

A sweet, hard, shiny clitoris poked out of the slim pink lips.  The smell was musky and fragrant.  Madison spread herself open with her fingers and squatted so that as she sat on Michelle face, her clitoris rubbed the older woman’s chin.  She let her know she wanted her tongue out for use.  Then she lowered herself fully so that her vaginal opening covered Michelle mouth.  She joked with the others that she was a “cowgirl”!

In that position, Michelle’s nose was pressed right up against Madison’s anus.  The smell of the white girl’s butt hole made her gag.  The others crowded in close and grabbed her nipples to pull and twist them – milking her hard again. The black woman was forced to kiss and lick the blonde coed’s pussy, as the younger woman squatted down and sat on her face fully.  It seemed to Michelle like she was going to be smothered.  Every time the blonde girl sat down, she made Michelle cry out. 

And each time, Madison barked at her, “Stick your tongue in my hole, cow or I’m gonna smother you.” 

Her nose continued to rub the younger woman’s asshole.  Miko got her hands between her legs and began playing with the black woman’s pussy. She rubbed and shook her mound…pulled on her labia and tickled her clitoris. She did everything to keep her hot, but didn’t let her cum.  She made sure she kept her concentration on Madison’s pussy as the blonde coed rode her face.  Michelle began to moan and moo underneath…Begging that she needed to cum.

Madison’s pussy flowed; and the black woman’s mouth, nose and chin got wet.  Madison frigged herself back and forth on Michelle’s nose, lips, tongue and chin.  The black woman had to swallow the saliva and all the pussy juices.  When Madison told her to thrust her tongue out as far as it could go – the blonde coed wiped herself on it from clitoris to vagina.  Then she did a little jig as she came and gushed more pussy juice into Michelle mouth. 

When it was over the 40 year old mother was exhausted and humiliated.  Her face and neck were wet with pussy juice.  But there were three other girls ready for a ride.  They all took their turns as “cowgirls” riding the black woman’s  face…starting with Cathy.  It was exhausting, but to avoid any hard punishment, she was a good cow and did what she was told.  Some girls were easier to take than others.  The worst was Miko. The twenty year old Asian girl was sexually insatiable and rode Michelle face until she nearly made her pass out. 

After they had all enjoyed riding their “cow”, Miko went out and returned carrying a funnel.  She showed it to Michelle and then forced her to take the end of it into her mouth.  It now looked like she was tooting a horn.  Then Miko straddled her head, squatted down, and began urinating into the funnel.  The others held Michelle down as Miko pissed.

The sound of tinkling as the funnel filled was a horror.  Michelle heard and saw the funnel fill with her eyes bugging out of her head.  She saw that the funnel was full until contained almost a pint.  The urine had begun to drain almost immediately into her mouth, but Michelle wasn’t sucking on it, so Madison held her nose, making the black woman gag, sputter and forcing her to suck and swallow the piss. 

Madison ordered her to drain the funnel faster.  Michelle nursed on it, as ordered, and slowly managed to empty it.  Michelle was sickened and disgusted at being made to drink piss.  She realized how warped and twisted they were.  It excited the girls to no end as what they could do to this middle-aged black woman.  Cathy then announced that she had to relieve herself.  She used the funnel as Kimberly took a turn pinching Michelle’s nose shut. 

She pissed a fair amount and Michelle had to swallow more bitter, smelly urine.  It made her want to retch.  This excited and delighted the group more than any other thing they did to her.  They had turned her into a urinal.  And, throughout the afternoon, if the “cow” failed to please them or whenever someone had to pee, they put the funnel in her mouth, pissed and made her suck it down and swallow it all...

IN PART 3, THE FAMILY IS FORCED INTO INCEST...

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