Michelle and Akeema's Dark Journey

Michelle and Akeema’s Dark Journey Part 3

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 11 

Brian Finds Out

Relations between Michelle and her son, Brian, had continued to deteriorate.  He saw the changes in his Mom and was becoming increasingly disgusted with her.  She had always been a stickler for following the rules and they had fought about that.  But it was obvious that Mom had come to a point where she had abandoned many of the rules which applied to her. She had started to dress in ways that were horrifying at times.  One Saturday, he saw her leave the house in a short skirt that would have been appropriate for a prostitute or a late night club goer.  He was gradually losing respect for her.

And the biggest point of contention between mother and son was the relationship that Brian had with the “jock posse”.  Somehow, they had sort of abandoned him.  And Brian resented this loss.  He blamed himself first. ‘What had he done to alienate them’, nerd that he was.  Then he was pissed at them, specifically Lloyd, the leader.  But when he tried to talk to Lloyd about it, the older boy behaved in such a way and said things that made Brian suspicious that his Mom was the reason the posse had moved on without him.

“Hey did my Mom say anything to you guys,” is how Brian put it?

“Your Mom...nah...your Mom is FINE, dude.  She likes us guys, man,” Lloyd responded chuckling.

The “dudes” had, of course, been enjoying Michelle’s ample womanly gifts now for months.  The joke now was that everyone, but Brian, knew Michelle was a “nigger gutter slut”.

Michelle, for her part, was worried that Brian would find out and lose all respect for her.  He had been one of the strongest reasons why she had gotten caught up in Roy’s trap. 

She kept thinking about what Roy had said about the cell phone being set to email pictures of her to her son and daughter, hospital board members, her church, friends and colleagues.   And the thought of all the pictures that had been taken of her doing such despicable, unspeakable things in the ensuing months...it was too horrifying to think about, except, ironically, to morosely reassure herself that if anyone outside her group of tormentors had seen them, she’d surely know it. 

Still, she could not stop worrying about her son seeing the pictures, and his disrespectful, even disdainful attitude toward her only increased her concerns and suspicions.  However, in her dread of confirming her worse fears, as well as her ongoing shame and hurt seeing how her son looked at her, she’d avoided confronting and even having much contact with him.

For Michelle, it was a toss-up as to which would have been the greater blow to have seen those original naked pictures of her: her son or the hospital’s board members.  Either way, she was doomed.  Wondering and worrying about the board members was relatively pointless, she told herself.  She’d be fired immediately and her career and professional reputation would be in ruins, no question about it. 

So, the fact that she still had her job, even if her reputation was suffering, almost surely meant no pictures had reached any board members.  However, obscene pictures between teenagers on their cell phones?  That happened all the time.  With the changes in her son’s attitude and behavior toward her, wondering and worrying about pictures that he might have seen was driving her crazy.

One morning, as Brian was getting ready for school and she was dressing for work, Michelle snuck into his room while he was in the shower, saw his cell phone on top of the headboard of his bed, scurried over to it very nervous, ambivalent and shaky, started to grab it when she heard the shower go off and turned her head. That’s when she knocked the cell phone off the headboard and it fell behind it. 

The headboard had a built-in bookshelf full of books, about eight inches from the wall so you could plug and unplug cords. The cell phone had fallen and was wedged in a place where Michelle couldn’t easily retrieve it.  She had to climb up and lean over the headboard, squeeze herself between it and the wall.

The top of the headboard was about hip-height, so she could reach the floor.  However, the weight of her squirming body, stretching and grasping for the phone, trapped her in that position, squirming frantically, whimpering in claustrophobic panic and the fear of being caught,  kicking her legs and feet spastically. 

In that position, there she was wearing only a slip, bra and panties.  Her ass and pussy covered by her panties was exposed and displayed. As she struggled to get her hands on the phone and get herself out of this predicament, she had a thought. What would happen if her son came and found her this way? 

It was too horrifying to think about and she was grateful when she got her hands on the phone and extricated herself from the bookcase. As she was going down the hall, Brian emerged from the bathroom.  He wondered what his mother was doing, half-dressed and looking like she was just coming from his room. 

Feeling her son’s eyes on her, Michelle flushed, rushed to her room and shut the door.  She was a disheveled, sweaty mess, but she was already late for work and didn’t have time to shower again.  She put on her dress, bent over to pull on her shoes, and winced when she got a whiff of the musky scent wafting out from between her legs.  NO!  Not having just gotten stuck, almost gotten caught, upside down in her son’s room!  NO! NO! NO!  She couldn’t!  She didn’t!

In a frantic panic over the despicably unthinkable odor, as if to perversely confirm what she felt so fearful and shameful about, before she realized it, the traumatized black mother found her panties pulled down and stretched between her squatting knees, her head between them, stuck into her panties, her sniffing nose pressed into the crotch.  Even more perversely, pathetically, almost robotically, before she knew it, she found herself licking and sucking at the soggy, smelly gusset of her panties.  Just as the horrifying, mortifying reality and insanity of

what she was doing began to set in, she heard her son yelling at her outside the bedroom door.

“What’re you doing sneaking around in my room, Mother?”  The teen’s tone was scolding, as if reversing the roles of parent and child. 

Michelle swiftly lifted her head up, but it got caught in her panties, throwing her off balance, stumbling and tumbling to the floor.  The dazed, crazed mother was scrambling to her feet, fumbling to pull her panties back up when her son opened the bedroom door. 

“BRIAN!” she screeched.  “Don’t just come barging into my bedroom!”

“No,” snarled the boy.  “I’ll just sneak and snoop around in your room like you were just doing in mine.”

“B-B-Brian!” she sputtered.  From the pictures taken from her lingerie drawer that started everything to what she’d just been doing in her son’s room, his sarcastic comment hit too close to home.  

Urgently trying to gather herself to together, she heard herself say, “I was just seeing how much laundry and cleaning you had for me to do.” 

As soon as she said it, she winced at the obsequiously minced words and almost childishly whiny and defensive tone.  Far from regaining dignity, she seemed to be giving it away.  Noticing the direction of her son’s stare and the strange look on his face, she turned and looked down behind her.  Oh for God’s sake!  In her haste to straighten up and pull up her panties, she’d tucked the hem of her dress in them, leaving her pantied butt fully exposed.  Quickly covering herself back up, quivering in humiliation, she quietly asked her son to please leave and let her finish getting ready for work.

She replayed the morning’s ordeal over and over again throughout the day at work, leaving her distracted and anguished that she accomplished little before going home.  As soon as she got home, she actually meekly asked her son for permission to do his laundry and clean his room.  Each day after work that week, Michelle kept busy bustling from room to room cleaning everything thoroughly floor to ceiling, including another load of laundry and room cleaning for her son.  For his part, Brian remained sullen and silent, avoided looking at her and barely spoke to her.

The next week, Brian practically begged Lloyd and Ryan to come over and play some games.  They came over and hung out for an hour or two.  And when Michelle came home and stuck her head into Brian’s room, she blanched when she saw who was with him.

“Oh, hello, Michelle,” Lloyd said with a smirk.

Brian noticed that he used his mother’s first name and looked from him to his mother.  Lloyd and Ryan were both grinning.

“Feelin’ better?” Ryan asked, and then he and Lloyd both began chuckling.

Michelle, trying to recover, said, “Oh, I’m fine. Thank you for asking.”

Then she beat a quick retreat...Brian turned to Lloyd and said, “What was that about?”

“Oh...nothin’.  Saw your Mom recently,” he said.  “I think she had the sniffles, when I saw her.”

Ryan stifled a laugh.  Brian was left with the feeling that they knew something he didn’t. In any event, they went back to playing a shoot ‘em up video game.

Whenever mother and son got into it, Michelle couldn’t help feeling that somehow Brian knew about her.  She was getting increasingly, luridly curious and paranoid about whether he had seen any compromising pictures of her. 

Michelle was on the horns of a terrible dilemma.  But in the end, after having learned to live with herself after exposing her darkest sides to strangers, what Lloyd and Ryan did to her in front of Brian was inevitable.  She knew that being exposed to him would stigmatize her with him forever.  She hated herself for what she had become.  But somehow it was connected to her own “blackness” and her own need to come to terms with “whiteness”. 

And, in a strange and blurred way, Brian was a weird part of that equation.  After all, he was so like his father, both in appearance and values.  He was “white”...Mama was “black”.  So was Akeema.

Michelle saw how her son looked at his half-sister scantily attired in her club-wear the last time she’d been to the house.  As much as she hated to think about it, the troubled black mother couldn’t help how much that look reminded her of how Brian had been looking at her recently as well as how Brian’s father had started looking at Akeema, his own step-daughter, before their separation and divorce. 

They were family, but it seemed to Michelle that somehow something of the sordid, squalid history of white males with black females since the eras of slavery and Jim Crow seemed to insinuate itself into and contaminate how the “white” males and “black” females of her family related to one another.

It made Michelle feel sick—paranoid, twisted, fearful, shameful, humiliated and nauseated—when she let herself dwell on these thoughts.  But, as much as she agonized over these thoughts, and as traumatized as she’d been by what she’d been put through in the past few months, she realized now that the recent torments she suffered had long been repressed and avoided racial and sexual undercurrents in herself and her relationships. 

For her, now, as tangled as everything was, and as frantic as felt as she struggled against it, it almost seemed like a force of nature to her now, like some, inescapable, magnetic sado-masochistic force dragging her into and through ongoing racial and sexual subjugation and degradation. And it was about to get worse...

After this last visit to the Jeffers’ house, Lloyd and Ryan had a conversation. They had seen and enjoyed Michelle reduced to the lowest gutter slut.  Over the months, Lloyd’s daddy, Roy, had turned her into a “colored” maid...a gangbang victim...and a dog slut.  It had been lots of lurid fun for the boys.  But now, Lloyd wanted to do his own thing. He wanted to take the fun to a higher level. Or more accurately, to bring Michelle down to an even lower level. And, in his mind, nothing would be more debasing than making her perform in front of her beloved son.Ryan loved the idea.  As they talked about it, they got more and more animated and excited.

“Yeah, we could do this...,” Ryan went.

“Right...then how about we...,” Lloyd added.

So, finally, they decided to just “do it”.  They collared Brian and told him they’d be over after school that day.  Lloyd called Michelle on her cell and told her that they were “stopping by” after school.  She frantically asked him what he wanted, but he brushed her off.

“Be there by 4. We’ll be over,” he said and hung up. 

Michelle stared at her phone and bit her lip.  ‘What now?’ she wondered.  She would have to leave the office early.  She put it out of her mind, but as time drew close, she began moving things into files and cleaning up her desk.

Karen stuck her head in the door. 

“Hey, boss.  How’re you doing,” she asked?

“Oh...everything is fine,” Michelle said distractedly.

“You leaving early?”

“Yeah.  I got to take care of something.”

“You seem like you’ve got the weight of the world on your shoulders lately, Michelle.”

“Oh...one of these days, I’ll have to talk to you.  I have to talk to someone...”

“Yeah. I can see that you’ve got something heavy going on.  Look, I’m here for you girl.  Just reach out to me.”

“Thanks. I appreciate it.”

“Does it have anything with some of the changes I’ve seen in your wardrobe lately,” Karen asked tentatively?

“Hmm...why do you ask that,” Michelle responded defensively?

“Oh...don’t get mad...I just wondered if you’ve met someone...”

“Met someone? Yeah...right!”  Michelle snorted and then laughed a hollow laugh.

“I haven’t seen them around for a while,” Karen said a little hesitantly.  “But those college girls with the class project that were coming here every week…” 

Karen paused, and there was an awkward silence.

“What about them?” Michelle snapped.

“Oh, uh, nothing really,” Karen replied, taken aback by the harshness and hostility in her boss’ voice.  “I just… well… Maybe it’s just me, but it’s when they first came by that I noticed… well… that’s when you started to get so stressed…at least that’s how it looked to me…or when I first noticed it anyway.  And, I just thought…”

“Thanks for being so thoughtful,” Michelle abruptly interrupted, as she brushed past and rushed out the door, with an attitude that  was overtly rude and conveyed little gratitude. 

She impatiently waited for Karen to follow her into the hall, quickly shut her office door, turned and walked away, saying back over her shoulder, “Look, I’m sorry, I’m in a hurry.   I’ll catch up with you later. Thanks again.”

When Michelle got home, Brian and the boys were in his room.  She put her purse in her room, adjusted her make-up and walked down to his bedroom.  She made eye contact with Lloyd.  The way he looked at her sent a shiver down her spine. 

He got up and said, “I need to speak to you Michelle.”

Brian looked at the both of them, but Ryan diverted him by handing him the game controller and saying, “Your turn, dude.”

Lloyd went into the hallway with her and took her by the elbow.  He ushered her down to her bedroom.  Then he explained the drill to her. He told her that Ryan was going to bring Brian back to her room. 

“What are you going to do?” she asked frightened.

“Michelle.  You know,” he said evenly.

“Oh, God NO.  Please don’t make me do anything in front of him.  PLEASE.”

“We think it’s time for you to show your boy who you are. And...if you say you were blackmailed, Lloyd’s dad is gonna do things to you...bitch.  You don’t wanna do that. You won’t believe the shit he’ll do to you...”

In the end, not wanting to lose her job, her friends or Akeema’s respect, she had to go along with losing Brian’s.  She hoped it wouldn’t be the ultimate...Ryan, in the meantime, had showed Brian some pictures of dear old Mom sucking and fucking.  He told him that his mother had the “hots” for white men and white boys. Brian was stunned. He looked like he had been poleaxed. 

“Your Mom has a secret life,” Ryan announced to Brian.  “She doesn’t want to have any secrets from you anymore.  We thought you should know, Nipper,” Ryan said encouragingly.

Brian looked aghast. He stood up.  “What’s going on with Lloyd.”

“Oh, he’s talking to your Mom.  Let’s go in there,” Ryan said to him, standing up for emphasis.

Brian shuffled down the hall and when they got to his mother’s bedroom, he looked at his mother in a new light.  He looked at Lloyd and then at Ryan.  Lloyd told him to sit on the loveseat.  He looked at his mother with a disgusted look on his face.  She recoiled at his rejection...

“Mom, what’s going on?”

“I...I...I d-don’t know what to tell you, Brian.”

“She agrees she doesn’t want to have any secrets from you, Brian,” Lloyd said.

Michelle kept her eyes down and didn’t look at her son.  She couldn’t. 

Lloyd told her, “Michelle, stand over there.”

He made her stand in the middle of the room.  Brian was sitting so he was facing her.  Michelle stood there nervous, waiting...wringing her hands.  Lloyd told her in a soft voice to take off her clothes. She gulped...looked at him and then began.  She knew she had no choice. It was either do his bidding or find herself undergoing even worse torture. And ultimately lose her career and be disgraced in the community.  Her fingers were trembling as she took off her blouse.  Unbuttoning her skirt, she let it slip down her to her ankles.

When it was around her ankles, she kicked the garment away. She was sweating now like mad.  There were sweaty tendrils of her thick, black hair pasted to her flushed cheeks and neck.  Michelle stood there trembling in her bra, panties and heels.  She had never felt more vulnerable in her life.  She felt as though it were she was watching herself in a movie.  She crossed her arms over her tits.  She began to shiver.  Lloyd looked her over with a dirty smirk on his face...

“Walk over there,” he told her. 

She was very conscious of her tits and put her hands over the bra cups.  Lloyd made her drop them; and made her go back and forth.  Michelle looked over at Brian and then looked away - ashamed.  She was in shock being made to display herself.  She wanted to die.  She felt hot tears in her eyes.  She did not know what to do with her hands.  She kept opening and closing them, balling them into fists.  He had her stand in front of the boy and turn around slowly – making her exhibit herself like a nigger slave.

Michelle had begun to sweat more heavily.  It seemed to paste her thin cotton undergarments to her.  Brian was now getting a glimpse of everything she had.  Michelle covered her face with her hands - sick with shame.  Lloyd then made her turn around again.  Michelle was so conscious of her nipples and her hairy pussy showing thru her now nearly sheer bra and panties, she wanted to shrivel up and die.  Then, he made her BEND OVER. 

Brian’s eyes went wide involuntarily as Lloyd grabbed and pushed Michelle so that her big bubble butt was right in front of his face.  Now, he could see her dark, hairy crack and the pulpy purse of her pussy outlined in the filmy material of her crotch. 

Brian gulped as he stared, but it was so compelling...an awe-inspiring sight.  There were a few wispy tendrils of her pubic hair poking out of the leg bands of her panties.  Her labia were so plump and full that her “camel-toe” was clearly visible in the crotch. 

Brian felt a stirring in his pants.  It made him feel guilty and excited at the same time.  What Mom had suspected was true - that Brian was a hardcore Internet porn surfer.  And some favorite sites featured mother- son stories, photos and videos of mommies who committed incest with sons.  Lloyd didn’t have to go too far to seduce Brian...

“Wiggle your ass,” Lloyd ordered her.

When Michelle hesitated, Ryan took off his belt.  He bounded over, grabbed her by her hair and yanked her around like she was a bad little girl.  Then, he brought the doubled over belt down on her panty covered buttocks.  It landed with a loud, hot, wet sound – “SMACK!”

“Wiggle your ass when I tell you to,” he told her.

Brian’s eyes were bugging out of his head.  Here was his mother with her buttocks on display, and now she was getting a whipping.   Ryan gave her several hot, hard ones on her panty-covered cheeks.  Brian felt powerful feelings stirring in his teenaged loins as Ryan kept her bent over and hit her methodically.  Each one sounded like a pistol shot as it landed with a satisfying sound on her fat ass cheeks.  Mama began sobbing like a little girl with each blow.  Michelle hung her head, moaning and sobbing softly as he beat her.  Brian got an erection.  It was a sexy sight...Mom cried out, as her ass jiggled with each blow.

“If you don’t want more, wiggle your ass, nigger,” Lloyd said to her...

Michelle had no choice. She began rocking and rolling her hips, like a whore encouraging a “john” to fuck her.  And the more she did it, the harder Brian’s prick got.  Ryan applied the belt demandingly to her round, full cheeks to insure she performed.  He could see it was getting to Brian. This was getting to be fun.  Brian was shocked that Lloyd had called her a “nigger”.  And she took it!

All three boys now sported erections.  And Michelle, feeling the strain, had started to sweat more, under not only her arms, but also her neck, under her breasts and her back. The room was warm and the stress was getting to her.  Lloyd made her stand and face the boy again.

Then he told her, “Take off your bra, nigger.”

Michelle was overwhelmed and began sniveling, trying hard to stop from crying.  She hated losing control of her emotions in front of Brian, and she really wasn’t ready to expose her breasts to him.  The hot feelings of shame were so strong that she could not stop sobbing.  She now realized that Lloyd and Ryan were going to make her take off all her clothes.  

Lloyd was going to make her expose her soul too.  Like his daddy, Lloyd was becoming a sadistic master at this sort of psychological torture.  What he was doing now was breaking her defenses down with verbal abuse and the humiliation of exposure in front of her son. 

Michelle knew she had no choice, so she unsnapped her bra, crossed her arms and let the garment fall. She threw it on the bed and stood there with her arms at her sides.  Lloyd made a crude remark about the size and sag of her “big fat titties.”  Michelle looked at Brian, now staring at her tits.  She did not want him to, but there was no way he could not gape at her big, brown jugs which jiggled as his mother quivered and whimpered.  The milk bags she’d used to nurse him when he was an infant.

She closed her eyes.  Brian, try as he might, could not stop his prick responding to the exposure of his Mom’s tits.  He had, like all teenage boys, been curious about his mother’s titties.  He had even masturbated fantasizing about her tits, like all teenage boys have done at least once.  But he had never seen them.

She was being compelled to do a striptease in front of him.  At first, a lingering sense of propriety kept him sitting rigid; making sure he didn’t show any emotion.  But now, the overwhelming sight of his near naked mother dominated his mind and he felt a rush of surging, hormones.  He couldn’t keep his body from responding.  He felt like he was going to explode.  And, little did he know how much more there was to come.

For Michelle, having to expose herself...to be humiliated in front of family was the worst thing.  She felt sick as her tits bobbed and jiggled with every move she made.  Lloyd continued the psychological abuse.  He and Ryan made remarks - they said with titties like hers she was good for sex.  Ryan told her she had a fat ass.  Michelle grew more humiliated with each moment... 

Lloyd then said, “pull down your panties, slut.”

Brian was now of two minds:  one part of him wanted it to continue, but he was embarrassed for his mother too. 

‘Oh God, please let me be strong, please let me be strong for Brian’, Michelle prayed silently to herself, as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down.  Lloyd made her stand closer to Brian.  Ryan took them from her. Then he held them up and sniffed the crotch.  He made a comment about her ‘stinky cunt’ – that the crotch was soiled.  Then he smelled them again and handed them to Brian.

He told him that Mom had a hot pussy.  Michelle wanted to die!  She knew that her panties would have her sexual odor on them.  Brian looked at the wet spot and when he saw his mother’s stricken look, even her shame couldn’t stop his prick from swelling more and throbbing.  He had stolen his mother’s (and sister’s) panties on a number of occasions for when he masturbated. But this was something else. Ryan turned her around so that she was facing away from him and then made her bend over again.

Lloyd told her, “spread your legs.  Show Brian what you got.”

Michelle had been a modest, proper woman and mother.  A regular church goer.  A woman who was a pillar of the community.  But here she was with her “goodies” on display for her son’s delectation.   Her son had never seen her naked. What Lloyd was making her do was above and beyond.  Brian got an eyeful of her hairy pussy and dark grove between her cheeks and her, hairy anus as she spread her legs.  Everything was visible when Lloyd told her to, “spread your butt cheeks, slut.”

As she reached back and spread her cheeks, Ryan taunted her by saying to Brian, “Look at Mom’s goodies.”

The boy stared at her brown shit hole.  He was drawn to it as if by magic.  The most personal and private of his mother’s treasures and it was costing her what remained of her pride.  For Brian, he felt almost as much guilt as she did.  He had wanted to get back his status with the “jock posse”.  He didn’t want to lose face with them.  So, he was caught in his own personal dilemma. 

It was now obvious to him that Mom had a dark side and a secret life he didn’t know about.  And that his older friends knew all about it. They had obviously enjoyed her sexually. At this thought, he felt sick and frightened like he was sliding down a cliff towards something awful.  But he could summon no power within himself to say, ‘stop this...it’s wrong’.

Lloyd got her standing up straight and had her put her hands behind her head.  Then Ryan stood up, grabbed her tits and squeezed them.  Following this, he teased her nipples until they erected and then pulled and pinched them roughly.  He rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and then gave her little openhanded smacks on her nipples, as Brian stared intently.  Ryan then turned his attention to her buttocks.

He put his hands all over them examining her like she was a slave girl.  He bounced her cheeks up and down lewdly in the palms of his hands, each chubby, brown hind occupying one of his big hands.  Her dimpled hinds jiggled as he shook them.  It made her sick with shame as this was done not two feet from where Brian sat.  Ryan was treating her like a “nigger” slave girl on a plantation.

At this point, Michelle felt familiar sensations in her pussy and tits, as Ryan felt her up.  She knew these feelings and this frightened her.  She was afraid her body would betray her.  She would never be able to look her son in the face again if that happened.  She did not even want to think how she would feel if he made her cum in front of her son.

‘Oh Jesusgod...PLEASE LET THIS CUP PASS FROM ME’, she prayed to herself.

Poor Brian.  He alternated between struggling with his lust, his guilt and his shrinking sense of decency.  He watched Ryan, who had obviously sexed her, playing with her breasts and he could see the nipples pucker.  The dark areolas and the nipples were fully erect now.  She was whimpering sexily. 

When Ryan grabbed her pussy from behind and said, “She’s wet,” Brian felt that his prick ready to burst.  Ryan grinned and repeated, “Yeah...she’s fuckin’ wet.” 

Michelle felt the horror as she looked down to see her nipples erect and feeling the wetness in her swollen pussy in spite of her desire to control her reactions.  It was humiliating and awful when Lloyd pointed this out so Brian could see her shame.  It was very degrading.  By calling attention to her arousal, Ryan and Lloyd were rubbing salt in the wounds.

“Hands behind your back.  Show Brian your nipples.  See how big they are, Brian? See how they stick out?  Look at them!  They’re hard!  Your Mom has the nipples of a nigger gutter slut,” he laughed as he winked at Brian.

Michelle silently cursed her body for betraying her, as Lloyd again called her names and Ryan rubbed her wet piss flaps.  He did it until he got the 40 year old mother so wet that Brian could hear the wet, squishy sounds as he fingered her.  Then Ryan held up his wet fingers and thrust them under Brian’s nose.  Michelle groaned.  She could not bear to see the look on her son’s face as Ryan gave him her smell. 

“Only nigger gutter sluts get wet like this.  Can you believe her?  She’s got a real hot pussy,” he confided to him.

Then, to give her a deeper emotional shock, he and Ryan put Michelle in a very obscene position on her back on the bed. They made her lie down with her legs spread and her hands behind her head. 

“Please...don’t do this...PLEASE,” she begged.

Lloyd made sure that Brian was seated right where he could see everything.  Then grinning, Ryan slid his fingers obscenely up the insides of her thighs and said to her, “I’m gonna give you the exam like the doctor’s give...whaddya call it...a “pelvic”.”

“Oh....no...PLEASE no. Not in front of my son...PLEASE,” she pleaded.

Ignoring her, the two boys pushed Michelle’s thighs to her chest and made her hold them there.  In this position, her pussy and asshole were completely exposed.  Mom was ready for her “pelvic exam”. 

Lloyd asked Michelle if she was embarrassed: “Did you see your son’s ‘woodie’? You’re exciting him...making him hot.”

Michelle  bit her lip, looked over at her son, then at the bulge in his shorts and closed her eyes.  Ryan, grinning at Brian, began to slowly and methodically give her a “pelvic”.

As Ryan pointed out her pussy parts to him, he was giving Brian a sex education class with his mother as the live exhibit.   As he pushed Michelle’s large clitoris this way and that, and got the tip of his index finger under the prepuce, he told Brian how you can tell from a woman’s pussy just how much of whore she might be.  He teased it expertly out from under the hood.  Her pussy was drooling at that point and her juices ran down the crack of her ass.

He went on, “See her juicy pussy?  When a pussy gets this wet – the woman is a nigger gutter slut.  See how big her clit is? Lookit it. See how hairy she is.   Lookit how wet it is.  You can always tell a nigger gutter by how wet her pussy gets.  Can you smell it?  That pussy smells nasty!” 

He also toyed with her asshole and pushed his finger inside, making her groan.  Michelle felt terribly violated.  The words they poured on her were worse than anything.  It was like they were rubbing her soul with sandpaper - scraping her raw.  She hated them for what they were doing and what this was doing to Brian.

‘This will kill our relationship,’ she worried.  Ryan kept up a running commentary, pointing stuff out.  Especially how wet she was.  He made her groan out loud when he put more fingers inside her pussy and began rubbing the front wall of her pussy.

He turned his hand so that his palm was down and then probed all around to find the bumpy spot about two inches inside on the front wall of her vagina.  He began rubbing and pressing the spot until he had Michelle wiggling her ass like a carnival whore and humping her hips against his hand.

Brian couldn’t believe his eyes.  Mom was behaving like one of the sluts on the porn sites. It was erotic! With fingers buried deep inside her Ryan was making her writhe, squirm and wriggle like she was a hand puppet! He found her G-spot and worked it mercilessly.  He pushed her closer to an orgasm.  She was screaming in her mind trying to control herself.  She wanted to avoid cumming in front of Brian. 

But no matter what she did - despite her best efforts, it was no use.  Her hips, rocking and rolling, showed Brian how far gone she was and soon, as Ryan frigged her pussy hard, she began spraying.  As the full impact of the orgasm hit, Michelle squirted pussy juice to wet the bed covers. The more Ryan rubbed her, the more juice she spurted and spewed from her urethra.  Brian had his hand in his pocket and had started to squeeze his prick, inflamed by what he was witnessing.

Michelle grunted and groaned as waves of pleasure surged through her. When the storm had subsided, she was so ashamed.  She turned her face to hide herself.  She knew that Brian had seen the whole show.  Her juice was all over the bed, she had ejaculated so much.  Ryan shoved his wet fingers at Brian again.  Michelle came up to a sitting position with her legs together and she crossed her arms over her big tits.  She was desperate to regain some dignity.

“Only a gutter nigger slut squirts like that,” Lloyd said to Brian.

Michelle wanted to cry.  She was bleeding in her soul; the mental pain was overwhelming.  To have Brian see her cum was mental torture.  She was so ashamed she wanted to die.

And it got worse when Lloyd made her say, “Say I’m a dirty nigger slut.”

“Don’t make me say that...”

“SAY IT.”

“I...I’m a...dirty nigger slut.”

Brian was also overwhelmed.  His prick was throbbing and his balls had started to ache.  He was half-crazy.  He was completely in the grip of what his older pals had done.  After this, Lloyd, looking at his watch, said, “We gotta a split,” and left.   Michelle ran to the bathroom.  She couldn’t look at Brian.  They didn’t talk to each other and avoided each other for days.

Chapter 12

Incest with Mom

Lloyd, for his part, was only beginning to put Michelle between a rock and a hard place.  He and Ryan came back two days later and took Michelle to the bedroom again -  and they dragged Brian along too. Lloyd whipped out a vibrator.  He held it up and Michelle’s face went white when she saw it. 

Now here in her bedroom, she was confronted by the sex toy she used in private.  She’d bought it online; and here was Lloyd waving it around.  It was 8 inches long and more than 6 inches around - a copy of a big cock and balls.  Michelle looked over at Brian to see the shocked reaction on his face.  She wanted to say something, but couldn’t.  Ryan spoke for her.

“You know what this is, right Brian? Yup, it’s Mom’s vibrator.  She uses it to fuck herself.  She likes big cocks so much...she needs it all the time.”

Brian gulped hard and his eyes went from the device to his mother and then back again.  He was astonished with the revelation that his Mama had needs and cravings that he did not think a Mom could or should have.

“Michelle? Isn’t this what you use to fuck your slutty pussy, when me and the boys aren’t around?  Well, I don’t want you to miss your daily cum,” he said cruelly.

“Oh, Brian...forgive me...please forgive me,” Michelle mumbled, glancing at Brian quickly and then looking down at her hands folded in her lap.

“Give him a demonstration,” Lloyd said.

She looked up at him and, with her eyes showing desperation, began imploring him to let her avoid this new indignity.  After listening to her whine and plead, Lloyd gave her a look and she took the vibrator from him.  He made her take off all her clothes again and lie on her back.  Then masturbate in front of her son with her own vibrator.  Humiliated, she had no choice and began to run it slowly from the vaginal opening – running it slowly thru her wet sex lips to run the tip all over and around her clit.

She vibrated her clitoris for a while and Brian listened to her moans.  She soon came by concentrating on her clitoris.  And then, with Lloyd directing her, she worked it into her vagina.   Finally, she’d forced the whole thing into her pussy and began working it in and out, in and out, fucking herself with it.  Soon, she tensed up and her legs went stiff and as waves of orgasmic pleasure surged thru her body.  As this happened, she let go of the vibe.  Her vaginal muscles clenched hard as she writhed in the throes of orgasm and the vibrator squirted out of her hole.

“LOOK – look at how your mama cums again,” Lloyd said to Brian as the vibrator went sailing.

He picked it up and displayed the nasty ring of “lather” around the base of the shaft.  Michelle covered her face with her hands, moaning softly and just lay there.  Lloyd went to her make-up table and came back holding a jar of cold cream which he used to lube the vibrator.

“Let’s show him how much you like being fucked in your shit-hole,” he announced.

“Oh...no,” she groaned.  “No...PLEASE,” she begged and grabbed his wrist.

She didn’t want Brian to see that.  He’d seen enough.  That would show her son that she was a woman who liked being fucked in the ass.  Michelle knew if Brian saw any more of her dark side he would never love her again as a mother.  Her shame had grown with each violation, but if Lloyd sodomized her with her own vibrator and she came, that would be too much.  

She looked over at Brian and saw he had an erection tenting his shorts.  Lloyd greased the vibe; and then indicated with a motion of his hand that he wanted Michelle on her belly.  Groaning reluctantly, she rolled over and waited submissively.

Lloyd said to Brian, “Wait till you see this.”

He spread her cheeks to expose her anus and then spit on it.  Then he took his time and forced about a quarter of the vibe into her rectum.  He used her moaning and whimpers to let him pace the invasion of her shit hole.  Working it in and out, he had her wriggling, whimpering and then moaning.  But soon he forced it past both sphincters and got it deep in her asshole.  

He began to rub her clit too and while Michelle kept her eyes closed and tried to will herself not to react, not to shame herself anymore in front of Brian, he found a rhythm and sodomizing her with her own vibrator made her cum.  There was no doubt that she’d had an orgasm. After this, Lloyd wanted her to admit what she was to the boy.....

“Say, I’m a SHIT HOLE NIGGER SLUT...SAY IT.”

This was as bad as it could get...but she had been so shamed by cumming, that Lloyd had to only briefly bully her before she said it, tears rolling down her cheeks.

“I...I’m a shit hole nigger slut.  Forgive me Brian...OH JESUSGOD, PLEASE FORGIVE ME.”

Michelle kept her face covered with her hands.  She knew Brian would never see her same way again.  Deep down, she was devastated he had seen her darkest side; and he himself had gotten aroused.  This was real torture.  This was as bad as anything Roy and Pete had ever done to her.  It was extreme sexual humiliation for her and a violation of her son’s innocence.  It was mental abuse...terrible mental abuse. 

Brian, of course, had been aroused.  He had some dark thoughts of his own seeing what Lloyd had done to his Mother. To be aroused by your Mom was wrong, he knew.   But, perhaps because it was his own mother that he found it so arousing.  He rocked back and forth on the seat, trying to relieve the unbearable tension he felt.  His prick was hard and drooling with excitement while his balls ached.

“Please stop,” he finally said to Lloyd. 

Roy’s son looked over surprised, but then grinned at the boy’s defense of his mother.  This was the first protest from him.  He hadn’t said anything before this.  Perhaps he was ashamed he had an erection.  He was so aroused that the front of his shorts was wet with pre-cum. 

“Don’t be a baby,” Lloyd said to him evenly. “Your mother is what she is.  Look,” he said pointing to the tent in Brian’s short pants.  “You like it. Your prick doesn’t lie.”

Hearing that, Brian’s courage abandoned him and he hung his head.  He felt ashamed.  His raging erection spoke volumes. In fact, his balls ached and he needed to cum.  What would mother think if she knew he was going to masturbate after this, thinking of her?  And yet, he just had to.  It was driving him crazy.  

And what Lloyd did to Michelle next would shame her down to her toes.  He grabbed her by her hair and forced her down to her knees. With Brian’s eyes growing wider by the second, Central High’s starting tight end took out his big cock.

Turning to Michelle, he said, “Let’s show him how much you love to suck cock.” 

He held her by her hair, but it wasn’t necessary.  Any resolve she felt earlier had crumbled and she was like putty in his hands.  As Brian watched, transfixed, she lapped at his big sack, ran her tongue lovingly up and down his thick shaft and gave his manhood, every part of it, wet sucking kisses.  Lloyd was very hard and just stood there with his hands on his hips enjoying her oral worship of his manhood. 

Soon she had it in her mouth and wetly sucked on it.  Her mouth with her full negro lips glistened with her saliva and when she took it out of her mouth there was so much pre-cum and her saliva that it just dribbled from her chin.  She used the fingers of her other hand to cup and fondle his ball sack and ran her manicured, painted nails over the crinkled, hairy bag at the same time. 

Brian was on fire.  He felt very self-conscious but wanted to touch himself so badly.  All he could do was watch his Mother perform a totally scandalous act, one he had only enjoyed watching on porn sites.  Ryan stepped up and unzipped next.  He took his cock out too and stood next to Michelle.  Soon, she was sucking both boys...

That’s when Lloyd turned to Brian and said, “Take it out Nipper and jerk off.  It’s OK...It’s time you got some relief.”

Michelle’s eyes flew open and she began to beg Lloyd to send Brian from the room. 

“OH PLEASE, NO...,” she whined.

“His balls are ready to burst.  He’s been suffering watching you perform like a slut.  He needs some relief, nigger.”

Michelle looked over at Brian and then back at Lloyd – she was paralyzed.  When Lloyd motioned for Brian to drop his pants, he did. He was ready to explode and began pulling down his school athletic shorts and then his jockey shorts.  Michelle looked at what her son was doing and realized that it was inevitable.  Her son, being a teenager, was probably ready to explode watching her performance.  It was twisted and wrong, but at that point, she was a marionette being manipulated by a puppet master.

Still kneeling, she watched as Brian pulled down his white jockey shorts.  His circumcised prick sprang up as if on a spring.  He was of normal size and now that his prick was on display Michelle could see he had a pinkish shaft and a hot red cock head.   Loving him so, she felt a rush of affectionate feelings which tempered the guilt and shame she felt.  Brian began stroking his prick as he watched his Mother. 

Ryan and Lloyd kept making Michelle suck their cocks.  Michelle, still kneeling, had Ryan’s dick in her mouth and used her right hand to rub and touch his buttocks or his ball sack.  She held Lloyd’s cock in her left hand and sucked on it.  Soon Brian had spread the wetness drooling from his prick all over the shaft and was stroking himself very carefully.  He was trying to stretch out and enjoy his masturbation, but he was so excited that he knew he would cum very quickly if he really jerked it hard.

Ryan, meanwhile, forced Michelle to take more of his dick and made her gag.  Her retching sounds only added to the mind-blowing excitement Brian felt.  His mother was behaving like a total slut...  As Ryan approached his precious moment, Michelle looked over at Brian who avoided her eyes.  Ryan grunted and began hosing and filling Michelle’s mouth with his heavy load.  She was so ashamed that her son was watching her service his “friend” with her mouth.

“Oh shit...here it cums...take it nigger...take it ALL,” Ryan groaned as his cock twitched and gushed. 

Brian, tickling his ball sack and stroking himself slow and then fast....slow and then fast, erupted like a fountain too.  His semen flew up to land on the carpet.  He milked his prick and he kept spurting.  Finally, he just squeezed it to make the last drop fall as he watched his Mother handle the load in her mouth. 

When he had relieved himself of his precious semen and looked at Michelle, her eyes were on his.  She had seen him cumming from the corner of her eye.  She hated that he had reached an orgasm watching her sucking cock.  It was a huge humiliation.

Ryan pulled out and made Brian see what she had in her mouth before she was allowed to swallow his “gift”.  Brian saw her gulp and swallow the load of slimy ejaculate.  Then Michelle had to lick up the drop on the tip from his peehole.  Finally Lloyd had her lick and kiss him from his balls to the head of his cock.  Brian was lightheaded as he watched his mother worship the linebacker’s cock with her full lips and pink tongue. 

When Lloyd came in her mouth, she looked over and again locked eyes with Brian.  For mother and son it was another hot, charged emotion packed moment.  Feelings of tenderness, lust, shame and guilt were mixed together in a potent cocktail that was intoxicating and disturbing to both of them.  Brian, humiliated, pulled up his shorts and fled the room, leaving his mother with them.

“Well that’s enough for today, slut. You’ve shown Brian what you really are,” Lloyd said, grinning like a sadistic cat.

Michelle was emotionally exhausted.  Lloyd crooked his finger at her and made her kneel at his feet.  He took her face in his hands and began talking to her.

“I can’t take anymore,” she said. “I can’t. It’s emotionally the worst thing I could ever have imagined.”

“Yeah, slut,” Lloyd said.

“Yes...I...I...can’t do it anymore...Please,” she whined.

“Yes, you can...You know why,” he said?

“W...why?”

“Because you’re a dirty nigger gutter slut...aren’t you?  Say I’m a dirty, gutter nigger slut,” he crooned.

Tears welling up in her eyes...she said it. She had to... Then, she put her face in her hands and sobbed.  She was so ashamed...

“I...I...I’m a dirty, gutter...nigger slut!”

‘How much lower can I be forced to go?’ she said to herself.  Little did she know...

For several days after this, Michelle didn’t know what to say to Brian and they avoided each other as much as they could.  In the intervening week, both mother and son felt they were in middle of an emotional hurricane.  Brian had a new fantasy woman to replace, at least temporarily, the sluts he found online. He began to fantasize about his Mom a lot.  And Michelle, her world had cracked in two.  She had always presented herself as a proper wife and mother. This was her essential self-image.  She now had a new self to contend with...

The realization that she was a highly-sexed woman who got sexually aroused when she was humiliated had been slow in coming.  She alternated with being in denial to accepting herself and masturbating furiously.  She would re-live some of her experiences and embroider some of them to accentuate the feelings they aroused.  She used the memories and images in her mind constantly as stimulation for her masturbation.

Michelle was also very concerned for Brian. She loved him and was conflicted by what had happened, but she was of several minds.  On one hand, she was ashamed by what she’d been forced to do in front of him. And she worried about what sort of impact all of this had on him.  After all he was just a teen with the raging hormones of youth and not really psychologically equipped to deal with such things.

She had deeply affectionate feelings for him...feelings that were traditional and normal but tinged as they are in so many adults when it comes to their own children.  After all, she could appreciate her son as a male too, on some level.  And when all of this was shaken up by recent events, it was inevitable she became conflicted and confused. 

When Brian would come home from school, he would dash to his room to play video games if he wasn’t hanging out with Jonathan.  Or surf for porn...Then there was homework and education was very important in the family, given his mother’s background. 

So, Michelle began to come to Brian’s room and try and engage him in conversation.  She would ask about school and things like that.  She gently tried to steer the conversation around to what had happened and how he felt about it.   She tried to draw him out by telling him her feelings.  The first two times she tried to do that, she could see that he didn’t want to talk. 

But the next time she brought it up, he blurted out, “I can’t believe you what you did...”

“Are you really upset at me?”

“I’m disgusted.  Yeah...”

“But I’m only human...right?”

“Well...yeah...but you can’t do stuff like that! ...Not with my friends.  And calling yourself those names,” he said his voice rising. “That’s awful...”

“I know it’s hard to understand.  It’s been very hard for me too.  I’ve been dealing with things I didn’t know about myself.  But, you can try and understand that...can’t you?”

“I’m tryin’...I’m tryin’,” he said. 

A few days later she got home from work and looked for Brian.  Finding his door closed she knocked and when she was admitted, he acted nervous.  He’d been jerking off.   He had gone to the laundry room and swiped a pair of dirty soiled panties from the hamper.   He had just finished when his mother showed up, but in his haste the panties were still sitting on his bed.  Michelle looked over and noticed them.  She walked over and picked them up. She held them up with a questioning look.  He blushed.  He didn’t know what to say. 

There they were...a pair of blue panties with lace along the leg openings and the waistband.  He turned them inside out to get a better look at a crusty stain in the crotch.  The odor of her pussy intoxicated him.  He took them to his room.  He got an erection.   He pulled down his pants and shorts and sniffing them...began to play with himself.  A few moments after he’d cum, she showed up.  He had been caught red-handed.

Michelle wisely chose not to scold him.  She used the situation as an opportunity to get him to talk to her.  And it became the first real conversation they both had that enabled them to deal with their feelings.  At one point, she gently asked him how many times a week he “did it”.  He tried to avoid the question.  

She pointed out to him that it was normal for him to masturbate.  And as soon as she said it she realized that this was not the right thing to say. It had stopped the conversation cold. 

But then Michelle, still holding her panties, said, “but you think about me sometimes when you...”

And this shut Brian down completely.  It was obvious why the panties were there.

“It’s OK, Brian...It’s...uh...it’s OK,” said as she leaned over and patted him on the hand.

“I know you’ve seen me doing bad things.  I don’t want you to stop loving me – that’s all.”

There were tears in her eyes when she left.  She went to her room and closed the door, sat down at her make-up table, and stared at herself in the mirror.  She was feeling a jumble of emotions. Impulsively, she got up, pulled up her skirt and pulled down her panties.  She lay down on the bed and began playing with herself.  She pulled her bra up exposing her tits.  Brian crept to her room.  The door was slightly ajar.   He peeked in.

He could see her tits out of her bra, the dark nipples and areolas visible.   He got an erection.  She was holding one of her tits in her left hand.  She had begun to sweat.  He stared at her reflected in the bedroom mirror.  He realized how attractive she was...

His eyes went wide as her breasts bobbed and swayed on her chest and her nipples stood out, looking as big as raisins that have been soaking in hot water. The areolas were very dark brown, almost black and Brian could see how they were puckered.  She had her right hand in her crotch and was rubbing herself feverishly.  Brian reached down and grabbed his prick, fully erect, showing in his shorts.  The blood was rushing into his brain and prick so fast he felt dizzy, as the bulge in his shorts showed how excited he was. 

He went to his room, pulled his shorts down and let his prick spring free.  He spread the seeping wetness, his pre-cum, all over the head of his cock.  He began masturbating...doing it slowly and teasingly.  Watching her masturbating had made him so hot, that when he finally came, he thought his soul had come thru spurting through his prick.  His cum went everywhere. 

A few days later, Lloyd came by unannounced after dinner. He had Michelle pour him something to drink and they talked, sitting in the kitchen.  Brian meanwhile was in his bedroom with the door closed.

“Come with me,” Lloyd said to her abruptly.

When they got to Brian’s room, Lloyd opened the door and surprised Brian, who was working on his computer.  He was surfing the net for porn.  He was sore and embarrassed as the older boy barged in... trailing his Mother...coming into his room un-announced and un-invited.

“Whaddya want,” he asked defensively?

“Easy Nipper,...I just wanted to see how you’re doin’,” Lloyd said.

“Yeah, right,”

“Look, don’t get cocky with me, Nipper.”

Brian looked at him...sullen.

“I got a treat for you. Better than ice cream...Michelle, take everything off...everything but your panties...”

“Oh...please, not anymore...not today,” she begged.

Lloyd made a little impatient motion with his hand that said, ‘get busy or else.’

Brian, since he was angry with his mother and Lloyd, wanted to tell the older boy to fuck off, but when Lloyd told his mother to strip, Brian just sat there.  He waited and wondered, ‘What’s he gonna make her do this time?’  He was curious and felt his prick stir in his shorts.  Michelle, meanwhile, was forced to take off her clothes again in front of her son.  It was a violation each time. 

By the time she was down to her panties, she was sweating, nervous and embarrassed.  Brian watched, trying to act nonchalant, but inside, he was seething.  It had been just a quiet night and Brian was trying to find some porn online to use for his nightly masturbation, when Lloyd showed up with Mom.  And here she was naked again for his entertainment.

And, very quickly her nakedness turned him on. There was just no way he could avoid it. He was inflamed every time he saw her big and heavy tits....and the nipples were so scandalously nasty and obscene...that he couldn’t help himself.  Lloyd made her turn around and display herself.  Holding up her tits, squeezing them, pinching the nipples, bending over to parade her thick-lipped sex and the enticing pucker of her asshole as both were outlined against the thin material of her panties.  Her pubic hair could be seen through the thin filmy crotch.

By the time Lloyd got her on her back on the bed to play with her pussy through her panties, Brian was on fire.  His prick was straining against his white jockey shorts.

Lloyd made Michelle masturbate, with her panties on until she reached came.  Wetting the crotch when she came, she covered her eyes with both hands when it was done.  Brian wanted both of them to leave so he could jerk off.  But Lloyd had a “treat” for him.  Another cruel degradation for her...

“Hey, Brian...come here,” said Lloyd.

The boy got up as if he were in a trance.   His mother’s titties looked so soft and warm.  Brian wanted, at that point, to put his hands and his mouth on them.  He saw himself touching and squeezing them.  He pictured his mouth on them, kissing and sucking them.  Lloyd saw that he had Brian right where he wanted him. 

“Lie on your back,” Lloyd finally told Brian, patting the bed for emphasis.

He got him on the bed lying on his back with his prick hard as a rock in his shorts.  He made Michelle pull down Brian’s sweat pants and shorts.  Now, Brian’s 15 year old prick pointed up at the ceiling.  Then Lloyd instructed Michelle to climb up on the bed and straddle him with her crotch pressing against his groin.  Looking into his eyes, she sat on Brian’s erection and wiggled until the tip of his glans nestled between the folds of her pussy through the fabric. 

Brian felt like he had died and gone to heaven.   His prick throbbed and twitched and he felt like he was going to cum.  He could feel her pussy thru her panties.  The wet crotch made the material feel even thinner.

Lloyd made her adjust her position so that Brian’s prick was in just the right spot.  Then, he ordered Michelle to begin rubbing herself against him.  He had gotten them lined up so that Brian’s prick was rubbing Mom’s clitoris each time she went up and down.  His prick was between her labia as much was possible with her panties still on. 

Brian’s face was flushed and he was now sweating like mad, feeling his prick between the folds of Mom’s pussy as she humped him slowly.   Lloyd stood over them and gave directions.  Brian was in total heaven as Mom, without being told to, began kissing his face and holding onto him as she dry humped him in the most sexy way.  

She whispered to him, “I love you.  I’m sorry.  It’s ok Brian. It’s ok.”

She wiggled and rubbed up against him.  Her tits were right in his face and he couldn’t stop himself from reaching up and putting his hands on them.  Michelle groaned when he did this, but he didn’t stop and began squeezing them harder.  He rubbed her nipples and put his mouth on them. 

As she humped him and he nursed on her titties, there was no way he could have kept himself from ejaculating.  And, it happened very quickly.  His hot cum spurted from his prick, like a miniature fire hose to wet her panties and squirt all over both of their bellies. 

Michelle groaned when she felt the hot wetness of his ejaculation all over her stomach.   It was so intense that as he came, Brian became lightheaded.   He groaned over and over again as he spurted.  Michelle wriggled involuntarily against him, giving him another thrill.  It was very intense.  Michelle had behaved, of course, like a nigger gutter slut once again. Brian kept mumbling something, but he was incoherent. 

Lloyd let them both enjoy the moment. He knew it would be brief before one or both of them recoiled.  It was Michelle who did.  She got off Brian abruptly, looking down at the shameful, sticky semen on her belly.  Some of it had hit her tits.  Her son was still in post coital bliss following this most intense cum.  The smell and feel of Mom’s titties lingered...and the deliciously wonderful feel of her fat “camel-toe” rubbing up against his prick had not completely left his mind.  But Lloyd had a finale in mind. 

He turned to Brian and said, “Well, you popped a load, but how about your Mom?”

“Whaddya mean,” Brian asked?

“You came, but your Mom didn’t.  Now, what should you do about that,” Lloyd asked slyly?

Brian didn’t know what to say.  Michelle began backing away.

“Don’t move,” Lloyd warned her.

“Brian, stay right where you are.  Michelle, straddle his head,” Lloyd said.

“OH...no...not that...that’s gross.  Don’t make me do that,” she averred.

She continued to balk, but Lloyd threatened her and she caved in.

In the end, she threw her leg over Brian’s face and, instructed by Lloyd, sat down on her son’s face.  Lloyd instructed Brian in how to lick her pussy and told her to “ride” him.  She had no choice.  Brian entered sensory heaven.  What he had only stolen and sniffed in the past was now thrust on him in all its glory.  Mom sat on his face smothering him with her stinky pussy and asshole. 

Facing his feet, her asshole was pressed right against his nose. And with her legs straddling his head, her open vagina was right there for him to kiss. Directed by Lloyd, he used his tongue to lick and lap her juicy pussy.  Lloyd made Michelle use Brian’s nose, mouth and chin to masturbate herself.  Goaded by him, she “rode” Brian’s face, back and forth, back and forth, alternated with wiggling her ass until she came. 

And her pussy ran like it was broken.  She flooded her son, making him gag and struggle to lap up her copious pussy juices.  He was overwhelmed by her orgasm.  The smell, the taste and the warm, wet feel of her personal private parts were his to savor.  He mainlined her sex, inoculated against responsibility or guilt by the fact that she had proven, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that she was a gutter nigger slut. 

Michelle rubbed against his face making herself cum.  When she was done, Brian had another hard-on. It was time for the teen to fuck his Mom.  So, Lloyd got Michelle on her elbows and knees on the bed with her pussy right at the edge.  Then he encouraged Brian to get behind her and put his prick into Mom’s hot pussy.  It would be nice to say that Brian resisted the urge to commit full incest. But when he felt his hard, hot prick engulfed by his Mom’s hot, wet pussy, he was lost...

With Lloyd encouraging him, he was soon fucking Mom faster, harder and deeper until he could no longer control himself and, sweating and straining, he ejaculated a nice big load into her vagina – the same one that bore him.  He grunted, groaned, cried out and actually began sobbing after he’d cum.  It was so very intense.  It was wrong, but Lloyd had made Brian, a “motherfucker”. 

His father, Roy, had told him that all nigger boys eventually fucked their mothers...that’s why they used the term, “motherfucker” so much. Following this watershed experience, Brian enjoyed fantasizing and jerking off reliving his experience with Mom quite a bit – all the while feeling disgusted and shamed by her.  It was a sick emotional cocktail...Lloyd’s evil handiwork had left a deep imprint.

Chapter 13

Akeema

Taller than Michelle at 5’ 8”, slimmer and more athletic, Akeema had been on the track and the tennis team in high school and entered the UALR on a combined athletic and academic scholarships, the same schools attended by her mother as well as Madison and Miko. 

Akeema, was part of the generation which had benefited from the pioneering civil rights actions of African-Americans who lived during bitter racist times.  She had been raised in a multi-cultural world and didn’t have quite the same demons her mother did.  While they weren’t very close, Akeema respected and loved her mother who had been a role model for her.

Like her mother, Madison and Miko first met Akeema during the Obama campaign in 2008.  In fact, at the time, Madison and Miko saw more of Akeema than they did of her mother, both on and off campus, combining campaigning with clubbing in ways neither white girl would forget and Akeema wished she could forget.  Like communities and schools, night clubs are generally segregated along racial lines.  Not legally enforced, like in the era of Jim Crow or even strictly followed; but still segregated. 

As re-segregated as Little Rock had become, the Obama campaign brought a spirit of racial experimentation in the city and at the University that penetrated and infiltrated even Madison’s and Miko’s  social circle.  It was in this spirit that that Miko suggested one night that they all go down to some ‘black clubs’ for cultural and political reasons, and for—FUN! 

It was a racially mixed group of Obama campaign workers, including kids from white and black sororities and fraternities, and Akeema Jeffers, non-Greek black student athlete and head of the Obama campaign on campus. 

There was a little hesitation and reluctance at first, however, once they reminded each other of all the reasons to do it—it was difficult for anyone to back out.  Regardless, before they’d gotten through even an hour of gangsta rap songs and ‘nigga’ shout-outs by the DJ, the group, which had been dozen, had dwindled to four: Madison, Miko, Akeema and her white boyfriend, Bobby.

The white students were not as up on all the varieties of rap:  hip hop and the more infamous ‘gangsta rap,’ ‘dirty rap’ and ‘porn rap’ music.  But that night they all heard plenty of rap vulgarity, including the ubiquitous ‘niggaz.’

Still, to hear so many variations on the ‘N-word’ being so casually and relentlessly sung, shouted out and responded to by so many blacks was startling and unsettling for the white kids who knew they’d be busted for hate speech for saying the same thing on campus.  So, who knew what would happen in the middle of a crowded, raucous black club dancing and singing along with gangsta rap songs, if the handful of white students joined in and started singing along with the ‘niggaz’? 

It was an uncertain and awkward moment at best, perplexing and troubling for everyone.  No one was experiencing more of a maelstrom of storming emotions than Akeema, who had heard about black dance clubs but never been to one because she hated the n-word by blacks or whites and found its ubiquitous use and  misogynist lyrics in rap songs as appalling as her mother. 

Akeema, who never dressed in the kind of scanty, slutty clubwear attire she was seeing at this club, and fumed at the way all the black girls dressed showing off their stripper moves for her boyfriend, Bobby, who, except for some staff, was the only white boy in the club. 

Akeema steamed for a while and then finally stormed out.  Out in the parking lot Bobby reassured her that he thought the girls coming on to him were “skanks” and reminded her that they didn’t know any better, while Madison and Miko goaded her to not “let the bitches and hoes” get the best of her. 

With disturbed misgivings about the mixed racial-sexual messages she was getting from the white kids, including her boyfriend, out of a stubborn sense of pride and purpose, Akeema went to another black club they’d planned to visit. 

However, after several more drinks, things got even worse at this club.  After some yelling and shoving, following by squealing, squalling, slapping and hair pulling, Akeema and two other black girls ended up wrestling around, slugging, grabbing, tugging and tearing at each other’s hair and clothes. 

With calls of “catfight” and “bitch fight” accompanying an appropriately selected “Bad Bitch” song by the DJ, the crowd stopped dancing to give the dance floor to the bad bitches going to war before they were thrown out the door, encircling them, goading and cheered them on all the more.

After some delay, Akeema and the two girls did get thrown out and threatened with arrest. In fact, the other girls were arrested and the main thing that saved Akeema from going to jail were the Obama campaign materials and her tearful, respectful pleas to the black cop to not jeopardize the Obama campaign on campus and her leadership position. 

However, along with Madison and Miko, Akeema’s boyfriend, Bobby, stayed in the club.  This was ostensibly “out of principle”—articulated by Bobby, himself intoxicated with a mix of Jack Daniels and jungle fever.  First and foremost, he didn’t want to let Akeema’s all-too-racially-stereotypical “ghetto behavior” sabotage the interracial campaign outreach.  Second, and somewhat incongruously, to protectively “escort” Madison and Miko while they were at the black clubs.

Akeema was relieved to not be arrested.  But she was not fooled by her boyfriend’s reasons for staying in the club.  And she was fuming by the time he came out, over an hour later, when he had one black girl on each arm and three more following.   There might have been another fight if not for being restrained, at first laughingly, then more testily, by Madison and Miko, who had a lot of fun that night.

After the fiasco the first night, it was difficult to persuade Akeema to join them for a second night at the clubs.  Akeema had never been a club-goer or a much of a drinker, and she had a physical and a emotional hangover from the previous night.  Like the other black students who had dropped out sooner, Akeema was embarrassed, humiliated and ashamed about the “nigga” this and “nigga” that rap by the DJs and with all the vulgarity of the gangsta rap and porn rap lyrics. 

Even more excruciatingly shameful and humiliating, was Akeema’s own jealousy and “ghetto” behavior, even having to be restrained by two white girls from fighting a second time with black girls over her white boyfriend, after already being thrown out of the club.

It took quite a bit of persuasion—a combination of guilt-tripping, ego goading and esteem stroking to coax Akeema into going out again.  What had finally convinced her was a peculiar combination of clever strategies that Madison and Miko added to ideas espoused by Bobby the previous night.

Bobby’s ideas:  not letting anyone’s stereotypically cultural baggage be obstacles allowed to sabotage  the outreach program; and, “we protect each other together.”  They would target white clubs as well as black ones, and all go dressed in the same way.  Bottom line, Akeema’s neckline needed to go down and her hemline had to go up, like Madison, Miko and most other white girls in the white dance clubs.

Bobby backed out, as did the other black students, after a few drinks.  But Akeema was obstinately determined to see it through.  Then had gone to the Discovery Club, a private discotheque, over on Jessie Road catering to the 24-35 crowd.  It featured four different dance clubs playing techno, top 40, trance and hot dance music. Discovery was once considered a gay bar, but had since turned mainstream. But, there were still drag shows featured in the wee hours and alternative lifestyles were welcome. It was considered a “hip” place in town.

Akeema found herself that night in a skin-tight, spandex micro-mini skirt that barely covered her bubble butt, only this time as one of the few black girls.   Akeema was meeting lots of men there as she was a looker.  She wore a 36D bra and her tits and ass were perkier and firmer than Mom’s. 

In the past Akeema had been very self-conscious about how large her breasts were (going back to middle school where she had developed earlier than most of her friends, and got embarrassed about bouncing and jiggling, even in sports bras, when running track or on the tennis court), but going to the Discovery Club that night liberated her.

She got plenty of attention from the white boys.  Groped and fondled, grabbed, fingered, patted and ass-slapped, what little Akeema had worn was in tatters and shreds when she woke up the next morning, alone and stinking of sex, sweat and puke, in the back seat of someone’s car in front of a fraternity house.

Akeema lost her virginity that night, in more ways than one, and by more than one person, though how many and who she did not know or even try to find out.  Violated, more deeply humiliated and shamed than ever, she shunned any further contacts with the students, and graduated at the end of the semester as stiffly, proudly aloof as her mother with whom she’d bonded even more closely and fiercely. 

Akeema then went to the University of North Carolina and obtained a Masters in Social Work (MSW). After this, she returned to Little Rock, where she went to work as a case manager at a downtown homeless shelter. When Akeema came back to Little Rock, after grad school, Madison and Miko tried hard not to scoff or roll their eyes when they heard about it.  It was so déclassé`!

Akeema, with re-dedicated determination, decided the same thing and turned in a new direction.  She would go to law school and become a lawyer.  Remembering that Miko’s dad was partner at the oldest, most prestigious law firm in Little Rock, and that Miko was a pre-law student, Akeema decided to call on the two girls to tell them about her aspirations and preparation for the Law School Admission Test (LSAT) and a career in law. 

Miko managed not to yawn or groan, and said instead that she and Madison were going clubbing.  With a girl-friendly swat on the ass, Miko and Madison both teased Akeema that she needed to “loosen up...not be such a tight ass.”

A few beers and another skimpy borrowed outfit later, and Akeema was back to clubbing.  She hoped that she could catch Miko in a more serious and receptive mood.   Maybe she could offer to try to study for the LSAT together with Miko. Akeema really did want to get to know Miko’s Dad.  He was not only partner in the most prestigious law firm in Little Rock, but he was also an influential alumnus and big donor to the law school Akeema wanted to attend, and, like all powerful, influential people, he could be helpful.

And so began what would turn into weeks of clubbing by Akeema, seemingly unending, but with the original goal of befriending Miko and getting to know her powerful, influential father.  Akeema got to meet him, but not before death of her aspirations for law school by circumstances that had already captured her mother. Akeema was hanging out on weekends in the clubs, but during the week,  she looked and acted a lot like her mother.

Chapter 14

Akeema on the Mexican Donkey

It was against this backdrop of emotions, sentiments and experience that Akeema found herself confronting a new problem.  One that would become more pressing than any decision to switch careers; and that involved Roy Bennett.

He had found out about Akeema from his son, who’d met her during the course of his hanging out with her brother, Brian.  And when Roy finally saw a picture of the 23 year old, he decided to add her to his stable.  He figured, like mother like daughter.  And so, he made a decision to contact her.  He had the photos of her mother...both old and new.  He’d figure out how or what he’d have to do to ensnare her.

He had Pete do a little surveillance and come up with an interception point.  Together they decided: in the parking lot outside the facility where she was employed as an intern, Village House, a resource for homeless families and individuals.

“Akeema Jeffers.”

“Yes.”

“I’m Detective Bennett,” he said stepping up and flashing his badge. And this is Detective Simmons.”

“Yes.”

“Can we have a word with you.”

“What’s it about?”

“It’s about your mother.”

“Wha...what about my mother.”

“We’ll it seems like...”

Roy told Akeema that her mother was involved in some activities that might be illegal and they wanted her help. Akeema was willing to do anything to help her mother, so she agreed to go with them.  They took her back to Roy’s house.  When they got there they showed her the photo albums of her mother in every sort of sexual coupling.  They told her that these photos could be sent to the Board members at the Hospital. And more...

And when they got her agreement that she would do anything to prevent that from happening, they sprang the trap.  When they told her what she had to do, she balked, but with Roy holding the phone under her nose and threatening to send the emails right then, Akeema caved in.  She had been suspicious when they brought her to a private house and was a little slow in figuring out what the two cops were up to, but now it was all out in the open...and she was trapped.

Lloyd was upstairs working on homework. He soon came down to join the party. And over the next three hours the three of them worked Akeema over.  She had a young girl’s hot body and they all came quickly the first time.  But they kept her there until they all had their fill.  Lloyd, being 19, went six times.  In her mouth twice, her pussy three times and then between her big D-cup titties.  They whipped her, made her cum and verbally abused her.  They had started her on the same road they had Michelle on.  Roy now had two slaves.  They took pictures of her too.  And Roy made her swear to keep her mouth shut and not say anything - even to her mother.

“She’s very embarrassed at what she’s done,” is how he put it. “So don’t say anything to her.”

Poor Akeema.  Emotionally she was still a teenager.  In school for most of her life, she didn’t really know how the world worked.  And she was still hammering out her own identity as a woman when Roy and Pete trapped her.  Soon, she was a regular at Roy’s house on the weekend.  If Michelle was a “guest” on a Saturday, Akeema was the featured attraction on Sunday.

The favorite routine involved having her wear her slutty “club” outfits and then making her strip. Following this, she was made to dance naked for the group which usually included, besides Roy, Pete, Lloyd, Ryan, Dwight, Harold, Cooter and Sam.  Having to take off her clothes as the men verbally assaulted, mocked and taunted her was their idea of foreplay.  She was made to do “jigaboo” dances for their entertainment. And then they’d make her take her clothes off slowly, piece-by-piece.

Soon, she was buck naked and sweating.  By this point, Akeema was an emotional wreck. But this was only the 1st act.  The older men, the cops, then took her to the spare bedroom for one-on-one sessions.  They all wanted to get her big lips on their cocks first and suck them off; and after that she had to spread her legs for a fucking.  While they were recuperating from their blowjobs, they made her play with herself, squeezing her big tits, pulling and pinching her own nipples and then rubbing her hot pussy...and when they were hot, hard and ready, they climbed on for another hot ride on the new, young, nigger slut.

To be a white man’s plaything burned Akeema deep in her soul.  But it was the sheer power play reversal of being turned over to Lloyd and his posse that thoroughly shamed and humiliated her.  They were four to five years younger and not the type of boys she fancied. They were rough, racist rednecks who took extreme delight in degrading her.  There was nothing to savor except the growing sense that she had a deeply masochistic side that she had denied.

And with each new indignity, Akeema, as much as her mother, began to take pleasure in what they did to her.  It was a torment for her to come face to face with the realization that she was just a “gutter nigger slut” - just like her mother.  Roy, in particular, took great pleasure in pointing this out to her and making her say it.

“You’re a gutter nigger slut just like your momma, aren’t you, Akeema?

With tears forming in her beautiful, brown eyes, Akeema choked up.

“Please don’t make me say that,” she begged.

“Are you getting’ uppity nigger?

“No, Sir, but I can’t say that...”

“Pete, let’s string this uppity coon up and give her a whippin’.”

Akeema found it horrifying to be dragged over to the big apple tree and with her wrists bound hung like a piece of meat.  Roy got his belt, or his dog whip and he, Pete, Cooter and Sam took turns giving her a few hot, hard ones.  Only when she begged for “forgiveness” and promised to be a good nigger did they stop and cut her down.

By that time, Akeema soul was beaten as well as her big “bubble” butt.  Roy loved to make her “dance” whether it was just to some “jigaboo” music on Lloyd’s boom box or hung from the tree and writhing and wriggling under the lash.  Something in the image moved him deeply.  And, to be true, it had an overwhelming effect on Akeema too.  She remembered a movie she saw as a child where the heroine was a black female slave and was whipped by her master. 

The image disturbed her then and now...brought to life by a group of redneck cops she found herself in the middle of a horror movie with her as the ultimate victim.  Some part of her wanted to open her arms and accept it and some part of her wanted to run away and hide.  Or kill the monsters who were doing this to her...But all she could do was hang her head and submit.  She hated herself for this...

The boys, by comparison, were, anything, even crueler.  They liked to take her out into the yard under the trees and gang bang her.  She became their “bonding toy”.  A female that they could use collectively. A black cum bucket to deposit their sperm.  The fact that she had a “killer” body and the face of a Nubian princess only added to the sheer lust that came out every weekend when they had her at their disposal. 

They couldn’t get enough of her big tits with their big, nearly black nipples, silver dollar sized areoles, her long luscious legs and her big booty.  The fact that she had a hot, pink pussy that had never born children was the cherry on the black velvet cake!

And so,  they introduced Akeema to anal sex and bukkake and gave her whippings right on her full, fat pussy lips and even on her tight brownish-black asshole.  They put her through her paces.  It was as if she were a bowl full of brown sugar and they were using her to satisfy monstrous cravings for sweets.  Every time they subjected her to a new indignity, like making her read a racist tract using a “darkie” dialect, Akeema felt her self image crumbling a little bit at a time. 

The games started on the second visit.  That’s when Roy pulled down her top and bra to expose her tits...and then made her put her hands behind her head while he pulled up her skirt and pulled down her panties so they ended up around her knees.  Then he had her walk this way and that as his pals and Lloyd and his posse lounged on the living room furniture.  As she stumbled around, they all mocked and taunted her until she started to cry.  Roy corrected her like a child when she didn’t follow his orders exactly. To punish her he made her bend over and hold her ankles.  Each one who wanted to use his belt on her big butt got a shot. 

After she was given a lashing by everyone, Roy made her strip and spread her legs for a “personal exam”, a poor man’s “pelvic”.  Fingers were inserted deeply and every crevice and fold was explored and manipulated.  As the afternoon progressed, poor Akeema was soon sucking everyone’s dick.  Later she had to take them in her pussy and her mouth.  They lined up behind and in front of her, and took turns face-fucking her and shoving their hard cocks in her tight black pussy.

When one cock was finished cumming in her it was brought around to her mouth for her to clean. The cock she had been sucking would then be rammed in her cunt.  They kept enjoying her hospitality, front and back, until they couldn’t cum anymore.  Akeema’s shame was that, try as she might, not to feel anything, she came twice as she was fucked.

And then, one Sunday, Roy made Akeema wear a maid costume - just like the fetishistic one her mother was made to wear - and wait on him and the boys.  Being turned into a Negro house maid was more than she could bear and she eventually broke down. She had been able to endure wearing the demeaning outfit, and then serving everyone. Even being “corrected” by Roy for any mistakes she made, even though it involved being paddled with a heavy concave bath brush on her big butt every time. 

And even though it meant that her panties were pulled down for each “correction” and that Roy took to examining her pussy to see how wet she was, and pointing it out to the others, all of them grinning, and chuckling at her humiliation, she was able to hold herself together. 

To be aroused by what they were doing and then shamed for her own body’s betrayal was bad enough.  But when Roy attempted to shove a feather duster up her pussy and told her to put her hands behind her head and dust the furniture THAT WAY...that’s when she began sobbing uncontrollably and refused to cooperate. Roy was furious and decided she needed some “persuasion”.  So, he made her take a ride on the “Mexican Donkey”.  He grabbed her by the ear and hauled her out, like she was a child to the patio.

When the boys hauled the device out of the garage where it had been gathering dust under a tarp, Akeema stared at it uncomprehendingly.  She didn’t know what it was.  She knew she was in trouble and trembled wondering what Roy would  do to her now.  Lloyd and Ryan set the Mexican Donkey down on the patio. 

This was a torture device Roy cobbled together in his garage workshop. Attached to a wood base were two posts. Affixed to the posts was a sharp wooden triangle. It was a simple contraption, but an ingenious device designed for the slow, sexual torture of a woman. It had a long history in Spanish speaking countries to punish or torture women.  But similar devices were used in Europe and Japan too.  It can still be found in Japanese pornography, especially hentai – which is where Lloyd found a picture of one that he showed his father.

Roy gave the word to Cooter and Sam to pull off Akeema’s panties and shoes.  Then they tied her wrists behind her.  Roy and Pete came over, lifted her into the air and set her on the donkey. Her full body weight was supported only on her crotch - that meant her pussy, perineum and asshole.The helpless black girl was now sitting on the “triangle”, with her full body weight supported on the most tender flesh on her body. Her legs had been forced open by the wider bottom of the triangle. 

Roy used ropes to keep her balanced and prevent her from falling off.  Her full labia were visible as she sat on the donkey.  The device was adjustable and Roy made it just high enough to force her onto her tiptoes to protect her tender flesh. She straddled the triangle, tied loosely but well enough that she couldn’t dismount.

As they drank more beer, Akeema waited, helpless, as the inevitable muscle fatigue slowly set in. After many long minutes her calves finally tired and she used the last of her strength to lower herself as gently as possible onto the hard, sharp triangle.  Her delicate pussy flesh was pressed between the edge of the wood and her pelvis, giving her the first of many small bruises on her sex.  Moments later she rose again, but only for a few minutes.

Muscles throbbing, again she lowered herself, carefully positioning her weight on a new place.  It took longer to summon the strength to rise each additional time, but after long seconds she pushed herself up, sweating from the exertion.  As she “rode” her tender pussy flesh swelled and comfort became impossible. So, she squirmed and wriggled constantly and soon “bobbing” up and down on the triangle like she was actually riding a horse or a donkey.

To punish her more, Roy attached paper clamps to her big brownish-black nipples, making her groan and cry out.  Lloyd and Ryan came forward a few minutes later and attached a heavy window sash weight to each clamp.  This really hurt and pulled her nipples down almost to her waist, adding to her misery.  As Akeema went up and down on the “saddle” her big D-cup titties bobbing and swayed – each time the up and down movement tugged and jerked on her tits.  She was soon groaning and begging for release.

Her will was being broken down little by little. Next, Roy handed Sam his “light” dog whip and encouraged him to spank her big butt as she rode. He began whipping her the big loaves of her ass, leaving thin angry marks everywhere the thin whip landed.  Then Pete draped a weight belt across her shoulders, making her ordeal immediately unbearable. With the weight adding to her suffering, she began screaming that she would do ‘anything’ if they would release her.

“OH GOD...LET ME OFF! PLEASE!”

After they took her off the donkey, they pushed her back into the living room.  There, Roy made her insert the handle of the feather duster into her sore pussy and then, with her hands behind her head, go around, squat down and “dust” the furniture as they mocked and made fun of her.  She was soon sobbing as she stumbled around to complete her “work”. It was deeply shaming.  She wanted to resist doing the disgraceful, humiliating chore but, after spending more than 30 minutes on the donkey, she had been broken.  She would have sucked a dog’s dick at that moment in order to get off that infernal device.  Little did she know what she would be made to do next...

But in the meantime, the boys were ready to go again and she spent the better part of the next hour sucking cock.  Deep face-fucks that made  her gag, slobber, and left her drooling with a thick ring of fuck cream around her mouth and fighting the urge to vomit. 

Chapter 15

Jonathan

It was bound to happen.  With so many people using Michelle, it was inevitable the word leaked out.  It was soon whispered even in the halls and stairwells at the Hospital.

“I heard a rumor that she’s involved in some sort of weird sex ring...”

And it was predictable that some of Lloyd’s posse, like chubby Harold, would boast of the fun they were having with Brian’s Mom.  And that’s how Jonathan, Brian’s best friend, heard about it.  Harold had hinted about itto a wannabe, a geek who looked up to the jocks, and then showed the kid a couple of pictures he’d taken which were on his phone.  And this kid gossiped about it to Jonathan.

Jonathan, withlong dark brown hair, lanky, was a fairly good looking boy who came across as more attractive than he actually was because of his intelligence and personality.  Geeky, like Brian, but in a cocky kind of way, aloof but observant in an almost imperious way.  A mysterious, mischievous boy.  Kind of a smart ass, but who got away with it because of his intelligence and an infectious, devious and sarcastic sense of humor. Everyone who knew him regarded him as interesting.Because of his parent’s divorce, he was a latchkey kid too

Michelle found him kind of creepy, funny and scary. She saw he had the ability to hack into people’s minds and into the undercurrents of social interactions as easily as he could hack into a website, and toss what he found back out in a way that cracked everybody up and sent them running for cover.  Even though he was just 16, Michelle had seen him step into a room full of people, watch for a few minutes, abruptly bring it to uproarious laughter and then, when the laughter died down, empty the room and send people home early.  Jonathan held a certain lurid fascination for Michelle. 

And the fact that he’d never targeted Michelle with his quick-cut, scalpel humor, spared her completely while nonetheless clearly having his eyes on her body, like the horny adolescent he was...well, Michelle had developed an almost school-girlish crush on him, which was foolish and shameful.  She triednot to be too obvious about it; actually tried to suppress, divert and hide it. It was too weird. The thought she had any attraction for her son’s best friend made her shiver and quiver.  And, in fact, Jonathan was very aware of Michelle and her “feelings”.

So, when he got wind that she was having some extramarital activity, he began snooping around online and the trail led to Detective Roy Bennett.  So, he hacked into Roy’s computer at home. There, he found  pictures of Michelle the nigger slut/French maid, Michelle the gang bang girl and Michelle the dog slut. And Akeema doing the same unbelievable and disgusting things.  And, then that’s when Jonathan, 16 year old genius, and Brian’s best friend, appalled, yet also intrigued and enticed by what they were doing, decided to exploit them a bit himself...

He called on Michelle and showed her a compilation of the worst pictures.  She hung her head and didn’t know what to say. She was so embarrassed that a kid was calling her to task.  He knew what he wanted though.  He had her come over to his house when his Mom wasn’t home and he made her do a striptease for him.  Then he put his hands all over her.  Touching her everywhere.  Exploring every crevice, fold and cavity of her body.  Michelle shivered, and then got wet and then wetter still.  He made her lie on his bed and then he experimented with her, seeing what it took to get her excited and then cum. 

When he made her spurt, he was ecstatic.  Michelle felt like a lab animal.  He seemed like a boy scientist discovering something exotic. He inserted things into her vagina, like a banana and then more bananas to see how big her “capacity” was. The use of bananas, was for Michelle, a terrible racial thing...reinforcing the stereotype of blacks being closer to apes and monkeys again. He fingered her until she came and then make her get down on her knees between his thighs to give him a wet, sweet blow job.

This became the routine. He had her strip, he’d explore and examine her and then she had to make sweet love to his cock and balls.  He soon made her masturbate in front of him and then he wanted to see her perform at toilet.  She had to pee and take a shit while he watched.  She wanted to die.  This was, after all, her son’s best friend. And, only 16 years old!

And then Jonathan put the squeeze on Akeema. If it was hot making a MILF like Michelle perform as a slave, then Akeema made him blow his load almost before he had it out of his pants!  She was so hot, with her long, luscious legs, firm D-cup tits, obscene nipples and full, nigger “booty”.  Between the two women, Jonathan was in teen heaven.  The high point was cumming in their mouths and making sure they swallowed his seed.  Being so young, he was soon hard again and they would have to suck him to completion two or three times a session.

He soon began to get other notions.  He had been fascinated by the electro-stimulation machines at his chiropractor’s office.  He’d been going there for two years when he strained his back in gym class. Transcutaneous electrical nerve stimulation (acronym TENS) was what the machines did. 

It relied on theelectric current produced by the device to stimulate the nerves for therapeutic purposes. Used to relax tight muscles so the chiropractor’s adjustment would be easier or to treat pain, Jonathan found the machines very interesting indeed and wondered what the effect would be if the pads were placed “lower”...like on the genitals or the anus!

And being the geek mastermind he was, he soon found a used machine online for pennies on the dollar. The first time he used it on Michelle, he tied her to his bed spread-eagled first.

“OH, Jonathan, what are you going to do to me,” Michelle whined nervously?

He taped the contact pads to her nipples and then he played with the current adjusting the knobs and dials up and down to see what they did to her.  It really hurt her nipples as he found himself sadistically turning the juice up too high.  Michelle groaned and finally cried out in anguish.

He wanted to see if he could make her cum “involuntarily”, as he put it.To make her have an involuntary orgasm.  Ultimately, he figured out how to do it after he went online to research it.  He used two pads, plugged in to a single connector.  On her ankles - four-fingers from the anklebone up the inside of her calf, he applied some gel on that spot and fit a pad. He fastened it with tape; and then did the same to the other ankle.

Next, he turned the machine on and slowly increased the impulse strength and the cycle frequency and speed.  When Michelle began to squirm and writhe, he turned the current up and later…as she began cumming – he ratcheted it up higher. The current stimulated two acupuncture points in her ankles, which were connected to three major nerves in her pelvis.

Michelle first felt it as a “tingling sensation” in her calves. Soon, she felt “butterflies” and “sparklers”in her pelvis which slowly grew in her uterus then expanded from her clitoris to her vagina and her anus.  It took about ten minutes...but by then she was “juicing” heavily and cumming hard!  She struggled against her bonds, but it was no use...she was like a butterfly pinned to a board...

He made her cum until she passed out.  Then, afterwards, he made her give him soft, sweet, sucking kisses all over his asshole, cock and balls until he ejaculated a huge load.  He soon subjected Akeema to the same procedure and if anything, she came even more spectacularly than her mother.  He was having a ball with the two women.  As a virgin, this was a sexual Christmas morning for him.  He wanted to fuck them, and thought about it constantly, but found both them sexually mature and therefore intimidating; so he knew he needed to work into it slowly as his confidence developed.

Even further increasing the outrageous thrill of it all for Jonathan was all the secrecy, heightened risk and intrigue generated by the fact that, for all the people who knew about and took advantage of his best friend’s mother and half-sister, including himself, Brian didn’t know that his best friend was using his mother and half-sister too, and they didn’t know about each other. That seem crazy and unbelievable to Jonathan, but then so did the whole thing.

As wildly over the top as the sex was with both Brian’s mother and half-sister, way beyond the worst stereotypes about black sluts,  Jonathan couldn’t resist pushing things further over the edge.  Having sex with Brian’s mother in their own home without Brian finding out was an edgy rush for Jonathan, as was making Akeema come over to their house to service him.  But when these converged as Jonathan merged them into an impromptu blow-job shuttle service one evening, things collided and nearly exploded out of control.

During a break between video games, Jonathan left Brian in his room, saying he was going to the bathroom and getting some soft drinks and snacks for them.  But, he headed straight for the master bedroom,  Michelle’s room, opening the door and going in without even bothering to knock or announce himself.  

He chuckled when the startled and  humiliated black mother squealed and jumped at being caught in front of her full length mirror as she masturbated, humping the panties shed pulled up into her cunt, wearing another pair of panties on her head, over her face, with a third pair of panties stuffed in her mouth.   It seemed the pathetic, now thoroughly masochistic sex-addict black mother could not get enough.  Jonathan shut the door, shook his head and laughed out loud as Michelle mewled and moaned, paused, panting, then resumed moving her hips and humping her panties.

“Get in the bathtub, bitch,” the boy abruptly stopped laughing and brusquely commanded.  “Now, nigger!” 

He smirked when the black mother whimpered and compliantly scampered into the adjoining bathroom and climbed into the bathtub.

“Take the fucking panties out of your mouth, get down on your knees  and suck my cock,” Jonathan snarled, relishing cruel control he had over her.  “God, I feel sorry for Brian, having such a freak skank coon cunt for a mother.  You should ashamed and disgusted with yourself.  I know he sure would.” 

Michelle moaned and mewled again, tears running down her cheeks, wetting the panties on her face and head as she took the panties out of her mouth, knowing how right Jonathan was about her son’s feelings of shame, disgust and contempt for her.

As soon as the black mother pulled the panties out of her mouth, the boy shoved his cock in, pushing on the back of her pantied head with one hand and slapping her upside the head with the other.  The mother’s throat tightened and she gagged, groaned and then began slurping and sucking on the boy’s cock. 

Between her skilled cock sucking and the boy’s power-sex-thrilled quick trigger, it didn’t take long.  When Jonathan started cumming, he took his dick out of her mouth and jacked jism onto her pantied face and head.  A moment after ejaculating his last splatter of cum, his cock still stiff, he casually began urinating on her, soaking the panties on her face in piss.  When he was done, he turned, told her to hurry and clean up and make them some nachos, and left the room.

Filled with shame, self-loathing and disgust, the black mother pathetically and frantically finished humping her panties to orgasm before taking all the panties off, washing and finishing her shower.   When she got out of the shower, she fretted and dithered over what to wear to prepare snacks for the boys as she’d been told to do, not knowing whether either or even perhaps both boys might want to use her again, although her son still mostly avoided her, especially when Jonathan was over. 

She decided to put on white nylon bikini panties and a white nylon robe, not quite sheer but short, thin and sexy, especially with her big jugs jiggling and swaying and stiff nipples sticking out against the material.  Her son may not know for sure what his best friend was doing with her, but she was sure he suspected—and, regardless, she thought, arousing herself again and despising herself for it, both of them knew what a degraded slut she was and neither of them respected her in the least any more anyway.

As Michelle exited her room and headed for the kitchen, the front door opened and Akeema walked in.  Momentarily startled and speechless, the dark-skinned mother and daughter just looked at each other, Michelle in just her skimpy white robe and Akeema in her skimpy club wear.  Before either said anything, Jonathan’s voice called out from the kitchen, “Get your lazy ass in here and hurry the fuck up.”

Both mother and daughter stiffened, avoided each other’s eyes and stood stone still, not sure which of them the boy was beckoning, and deeply embarrassed and distressed in any case.

“W-What are you doing here?” Michelle blurted out.  “And dressed like that,” she added in a tone that was at once haughty but haunted, catty yet catching in her throat.

“You’re talking to me about what I’m wearing, when you’re barely wearing anything at all, Mother?” snarled Akeema.  “At least I’m dressed appropriately for going to the club, which is a helluva lot more appropriate for how you’re dressed in front of your teenaged son and his best friend, who, not surprisingly, sounds like are not treating you with any respect.  Your ‘lazy ass’ is being called.”

Before either of them knew what was happening, the two women were all over each other, going at each other, hand and fist.  Squawking and squealing, the black mother and daughter slugged and slapped each other’s faces, grabbed and yanked each other’s hair.  Kicking at each other’s legs and tripping each other, scratching and clawing at each other’s faces, bodies and attire, clothes were ripping and being tugged askew, down and off. 

Growling, snarling, grunting and gasping in their ghetto-girl cat-fight, the Negro mother and daughter wrestled each other to the floor and rolled around on it, brown arms and legs flailing, wailing on each other.  Sharing shameful secrets neither mother nor daughter could bear the other learning, the fighting escalated as the mutually humiliated, infuriated negresses vented all the accumulated stress and self-disgust on each other, further exacerbated by another powerful feeling too shameful and pitiful for either to openly admit—jealous rage over the Jonathan.

Hearing the ruckus, Brian had come out of his room and downstairs to join Jonathan watching the action in the family room.  Both boys just stood there staring, transfixed by the sight of the mother and daughter going at it.  Michelle’s robe was pulled apart and up under her armpits, brown tits jiggling, her chubby, pantied asscheeks squirming and writhing under her daughter. 

Akeema’s skirt was up around her hips, her thong barely visible, her tube top down around her belly, brown tits bouncing and swaying, as she straddled and sat on the mother, holding her arms down.  Snot and spit was hanging down from Akeema’s nose and mouth, dripping onto her mother’s scowling, squawking face.

Never having been fully shut by Akeema when she arrived, the front door to the house was open, and Madison and Miko stood in the doorway, both dressed for the club, staring in astonished relish.  After a last minute call from Akeema, they’d agreed to meet her at her mother’s house.  Neither had anticipated anything like this, however, and watching it was quite entertaining in and of itself.

However, a squad car pulled into the driveway with a brief flare of lights and siren.  A neighbor called 911.  With Miko’s car trapped in the driveway by the squad car, she and Madison just stood there as two cops rushed past them to break up the still-wrestling black women.  When they were finally pulled apart and calmed down a little, both mother and daughter were horrified at their behavior, mortified about  the boys and girls who’d watched it, and terrified about being arrested and going to jail.

While the two uniformed officers on the scene were interviewing the mother, daughter and witnesses, three phone calls went out:  Brian to his attorney father and Miko to her attorney father.  The two attorneys  who showed up at the Jeffers house within the hour, persuaded the uniformed officers to set aside protocol and not arrest either of the women for domestic violence.  While this spared both women arrest records, jail time and court appearances, this was the beginning of the end of the two-ring sex circus in which they’d been staring.  It would not end immediately, but steps to end it would start to be taken.

Chapter 16

Akeema the Pledge

When Ryan mentioned Akeema to Madison, her interest was piqued.  It didn’t take Madison and Miko long to get the goods on Akeema too.  Ryan spilled the beans to his sisterafter she grilled him on whether they had been using Akeema, like her mother.  And, of course in the end, he showed his sister pictures of Akeema taking cocks and riding the Mexican Donkey.  Seeing the hot, black 23 year old being used and shamed was catnip to Madison.  She was angry with herself that she and Miko had not tapped into that.

“That prissy bitch,” she kept repeating, as she thought about it.

Madison and her pal, Miko, had a long history with the prissy, uptight, overly educated Negress.  On one hand they sort of liked her.  She was upscale and now that she had dropped the Mother Theresa role of social worker, they saw her as almost one of them.  On the other hand they felt she was sexually uptight.  They knew her mother was a complete tool and slut.  So, always one for amusement, they decided to make Akeema their pussy slave too. So, they called and invited her to the house.

“I was hoping you were calling me to say you’d help me with the LSAT tests,” Akeema said hopefully, to Miko, after she was seated with them in Madison’s room.

“We’ll help you, FOR SURE,” Miko laughed as Madison flipped open her laptop. There on the monitor was Akeema, in all her naked glory; performing with the rednecks on a Saturday at Roy’s house...

“Oh, God,” was all Akeema said as she stared at the screen.  And then she cradled her head in her hands, groaning softly. “Oh God...”

“You’re a bad girl, Akeema.  You’ve been the town punch, it seems. And we thought you were a tight ass,” Miko laughed.

“They forced me...they blackmailed me...” Akeema said.

“It looks like you’re enjoying it,” Madison said, as next she pulled up a video. 

It showed Akeema bent over a bench with her ass in the air.  Big Dwight was fucking her from behind and old Cooter had his dick in her mouth.  She was slurping and sucking. It was a sloppy mouth fuck and she  wriggling her big booty giving ole Dwight a thrill. The sound of others cheering her on...and mocking her filled the sound track.

Akeema didn’t know where to look.  She kept her eyes down. She was crestfallen.  She’d gone there for help, but her past had intruded and she was being exposed as a garden variety slut.  She shook her head sadly feeling tears coming unbidden to her eyes.

“Sooo...we’re gonna help you,” Madison said cheerily, ignoring Akeema’s distress.

“Wha...what...do you mean?”

“Well, we’re gonna adopt you.  You need some mentors, girl.  We’re gonna make you a honorary sister in the sorority.  There are a lot of influential girls here,” Madison said, unnecessarily. 

Akeema knew the sorority was a mecca for the daughters of the rich and powerful in Little Rock.  She was perplexed though, since she had long since graduated from UALR. ‘Why would they reach out to me after showing me these photos and video’, she wondered to herself?

“You’re gonna be our little black sister,” Miko said, her eyes gleaming.

And so, Akeema gulped and listened, wary at first, but eventually  grateful for their offer of friendship.  But, it came with a price, of course.  The two told her that she was going to have to “pledge” and go through an “initiation”.  They told her to come back Friday night.

That Friday, Madison, Miko and ten other Gamma Phi Zeta sorority sisters subjected poor Akeema to the same “Hell Week” initiation they inflicted on her mother. What they called their “asshole routine”.  Just like a new pledge, Akeema was brought into a darkened room lit only by candles.  Very spooky.  She was forced to strip in front of the girls. And then, they made lie across a table wearing just her bra and panties. Then Cathy, the head girl, grabbed the back of her thong panties and wedged them up her ass, leaving her big, bubble butt exposed.

Cathy pulled the panties up tight as the other girls came up and beat the beautiful black girl with a thin paddle.  Every time Akeema whimpered or made a sound while she was being paddled, Cathypulled on the the wedgie painfully cutting into the dark grove between her ass cheeks. With every whimper or moan, the wedgies got more painful Cathybegan yanking and sawing the wadded crotch of the thong from side-to-side.  She had soon rubbed Akeema’s asshole raw.

Akeema whimpered, moaned, cried out with every swat of the paddle and every fierce wedgie. When her panties finally tore, Madison brought out a strap-on dildo and took the first turn.  Using white cooking grease, she and Miko lubed Akeema’s shit hole and Madison worked the device into her rectum. It was a big as a cucumber and Akeema began whimpering and then sobbing as Madison shoved it in until it was fully seated in her hole.  It hurt!

Not only were Akeema’s buttocks raw and sore after her paddling, but her crack and asshole were tender from the “wedgies”. And after Madison fucked her hard, Akeema’s shit hole was throbbing and felt stretched all out of shape. The rest of the girls either chose to slap Akeema across her D-cup breasts or take a turn with the strap-on in her ass.  When Kimberly, the brunette cheerleader with the big tits got her turn, she began berating Akeema, who was on the edge of tears.  Kimberly gave her a choice.

“Do you want the dildo,” she asked?  “Or would you rather suck my pussy?  Which is it?”

Akeema whinedbut soon begged for the opportunity to serve Kimberly.  Debbie and then Lucy lined up as they wanted to have the statuesque black girl lick their cunts too.  They got Akeema down on her knees between her legs kissing, licking and sticking her tongue into their vaginas.  This proved to be so popular that all twelve girls took a turn. 

After they all came from Akeema’s oral attentions with her big lips and tongue, they made her her sit up and recite a piece Miko wrote in which Akeema had to admit she was a nigger slut.  Then all the girls spat on Akeema’s face. They spat on her and it dribbled down her cheeks, nose onto her lips and down her chin. And Akeema, like her mom, got aroused.

Her eyes closed she felt a wave of arousal building in her loins.  The feelings overwhelmed her and she moaned. They made her open her mouth and all the girls took turns spitting into her mouth.  Cathy and Madison made her swallow and as she felt their saliva sliding down her throat, she wriggled her big nigger booty.  Her body was betraying her; she was on the verge of an orgasm...Seeing this, Madison and Miko made her hump a chair leg, like a dog, until she made herself cum.  Then they all called her names like “slut dog” or “black dog”.

After this, Miko used her gym shorts to wipeAkeema’s wet face,  stickywith sweat and saliva.  Akeema sniffled as Miko rubbed the soiled garment over her nose and mouth.  The shortshad Miko’s sweaty scent, her odor.  It was somewhat gross, but Akeema felt herself submissively responding.  Miko held her head like she was a child andrubbed the garment all over her face again, grinning at her.

Seeing this, Cathy decreed that Akeema had to lick each “sister’s” feet, even in between their toes. Each sister sat in a chair like a queen and Akeema knelt submissively and used her mouth to clean the girl’s smelly feet.  For the evening’s climax they dressed Akeema in a maid’s costume and made her get on her knees again. 

She had to swear loyalty to the group and then kiss each “sister” on her asshole, thanking each of them for their fellowship and the opportunity to “serve”.  Each girl pulled her buttocks apart and received a nice wet “smooch” from Akeema on her dirty pucker.  It was a very humiliating evening...

Madison, Miko and other other girls found it interesting, amusing and worth teasing her about that Akeema was more loathe and resistant to wearing her panty-maid outfit than her mother was.  Submissive andmasochistic, like her mother, Akeema was still much sensitive and almost frantic about trying to retain some semblance, or at least the pretense, of dignity, at least in public settings. 

At this point one might think that aspiring for any fragment or figment of dignity was quite hopeless, utterly delusional, and certainly pathetic.  It was, actually.  But most of the girls found it amusing, many found it kind of cute and almost touching, while virtually all enjoyed the leverage it gave them over Akeema that she hated being humiliated so much more than her mother.

Another interesting dynamic between Akeema and her mother was which woman got harsher, more sadistic treatment from whom and for what reasons.  Akeema got treated worse by women who, by mood or attitude, were jealous of her looks and body, even if she was just a “nigger.” 

Michelle got treated the worse by males who worked out their “mother issues” with her, including her own son.  This was ironic—but perhaps appropriate within a sado-masochistic logic and the regime of shame and torment which ruled their lives—in so far as, according to their natural inclinations and if given a choice, Akeema would have preferred to be used and abused by males, while her mother would have preferred subjugation and degradation by females, especially younger ones. 

Chapter 17

The Nigger Slut Carnival

The next weekend, Roy had to attend a conference in another part of the state.  Michelle took the respite to have a Sunday dinner at the house and invited Akeema over to join her, Brian, Karen and Jonathan.

Michelle asked Akeema to come over early and give her a hand, which she was willing to do.  They had been in touch by phone mostly during this time and Michelle was eager to re-connect.  She was feeling very alienated and her relationship with Brian had been strained lately.  Recently, when Jonathan was over and Michelle told Brian to straighten up his room, he refused. 

She had made the mistake of correcting him in front of Jonathan, and Brian, feeling threatened, lashed out at her in the best way he knew how.  He said something to the effect, that when it came to clean up duties, she was more suited than he was to the task.

“What do you mean,” she said, her anger rising?

“Oh...well...look Mom, I’m just saying that if the shoe fits,” he said stopping there as he suppressed a laugh.

As he said that, he looked over at Jonathan and winked. The implication was that since she was “darker”, she was more suited to being a domestic than he was.  Well, given the life-changing experiences Michelle had been having, it hit a very vulnerable nerve and they were both soon shouting at each other.  It was a very ugly scene.  When Akeema showed up about 45 minutes later both sides had repaired to their respective “corners” and Akeema felt like a referee.

Dinner that Sunday eventually made it to the table and despite the obvious silences, everyone managed to get through it.  But it was revealing as to the underlying tensions mother and son felt.  And it wasn’t as if there wasn’t any tension between Akeema and Michelle either.  When Akeema got there she greeted her mother with a big kiss and hug.  Michelle took note of her dress, which was, in her opinion, too suggestive for a family dinner and stewed about it all afternoon.

It wasn’t until Akeema was leaving, about 9:30, that Michelle chided her again about the shortness of her skirt.  Well, this started another row between them and Brian, hearing the clash, came out of his bedroom to mediate.  It was another ugly scene.  Both Michelle and Akeema were under tremendous pressure as Michelle didn’t know about Akeema and her daughter had been blackmailed into silence.  Neither had been able to share with the other what sort of hell they were in; and both were secretly hating themselves for the shame they felt at being aroused by abusive sex.

But before Akeema left, Michelle tentatively reached out to her.  She put out her hand as if extending an olive branch.  Mother and daughter embraced and both started crying as Brian stood there amazed at the turn of events.

“You two are crazy,” is how he put it...

“OH, Mama, I love you so much,” Akeema said as she hugged her mother.

Michelle held her close and then took her daughter’s face in her two hands and looking at her warmly and intently impulsively kissed her sweetly on the lips and said, “I love you baby! I would do anything to protect you.”

And then she started to sob again.... 

Akeema clutched her and hanging on said, “oh Mama, I would do anything for you...I would even die for you, Mama,” she said dramatically.

Michelle’s strong feelings at that moment were driven by her guilt and shame and her motherly desires to protect her girl. Akeema, on the other hand, was feeling the pain of the sacrifice she felt she was making to protect her mother.

It was inevitable, of course, that Roy would bring these two lost souls, his two nigger gutter sluts, together for fun and games.  He pondered just how to do it and decided to hold a “Nigger Slut Carnival”, a virtual jubilee of jigaboo depravity at another big Saturday barbecue.

He discussed it with Pete and they both got more excited the more they talked about it.  They were having beers and Roy, at once point, got a pad and pencil to write it all down. They came up with a bunch of  “events”.  They decided on a “Jerk-Off” competition – the winner was the one who came fastest.  Then, the obvious...a “Cat-Fight”...a girl wrestling match.  Pete came up with the “Make the Other Slut Cum Round” to add some spice to the fight – the loser would be the one who came first. 

“How about a “Pissing Contest”,” suggested Pete?

“How’d that work,” asked Roy?

“Well, first we tie ‘em together in the “69” position.  They struggle see...rollin’ all around...The winner is the one who pisses on the other.”

“Oh, man, I like that.  That’s real disgusting,” Roy said enthusiastically.

“And for the grand finale, we do a dog breeding. We let everyone vote  who did the best job of takin’ on Angus or Riley’s dick,” drawled Roy.

“Yeah!”

“And the losers get stung up and whipped! Or put on the Mexican Donkey!

“Yeah!”

And so, Roy called his slaves and told them to report “for duty” the Saturday after next.  Both knew roughly what that meant, but neither had any idea it would be the “Nigger Slut Carnival”. Nor did they had any inkling they would finally be exposed to each other and put into grossly humiliating and degrading competitions for the amusement and entertainment of Roy and his guests.  So, Roy got to work...

He told Lloyd about it and then they both called their friends. This time the party was “for men only”.  When Lloyd told Ryan, he mentioned it to Madison, who said she wouldn’t want to go anyway.

“How come, Mad,” asked Ryan?  “You and Miko too good for us rednecks,” he asked?

“We got the lay of the land on the last trip,” she said, grinning.

In truth, she and Miko didn’t much like Lloyd’s dad or his friends, but the dog breeding...well...they both found that “interesting”.  They had their own games they liked to play with Michelle at the sorority.  Much more their style than hanging around scarfing up barbecue with “peckerwoods”.

Early Monday morning, Roy invited Cooter and Sam but also reached out to his pig hunting buddies, “Bubba” Baxter, Bill Clough and Morgan Hubbard. So, come party time it would be eleven white rednecks.  And then Lloyd got the bright idea to have Brian join the party.  He got permission from his dad to invite the boy...

Roy had been busy some nights building a new device which he called, “the double decker”. It consisted of two benches - one on top of the other.  He planned to use it at the barbecue. He picked up some tri-tip steaks, a whole mess of St. Louis style pork ribs and pork shoulder for those who loved “pulled pork” as well as potato salad, coleslaw and beans.  He planned on an event that would last the whole day. 

Knowing his pals were all forty or more, Roy told them to bring some Viagra®. Actually, he bought some online and planned on putting some in a bowl for use by his guests. His idea of being the complete host.  In a way, he knew he’d fallen into a good thing with the two black women, but he knew it couldn’t last forever...no good thing ever did.  So, he planned to enjoy it to the fullest.

In fact, the thought warmed him so much, he decided to go over to the Hospital and pay a visit to Michelle.  She was shocked to hear from her assistant that Roy Bennett was there to see her.  She came out of her office and open-mouthed just stared at him.

“I was just in the area and thought I’d stop by,” he said smiling. “I have something I’d like to talk to you about.”

She had no choice but to admit him to her office.  He closed the door behind them.  What he wanted was a blow job, and Michelle, shocked and horrified, tried to resist.  She protested that someone might walk in on them. Roy grinned at that. He had already locked the door.

“Tell your assistant, you’ll be “in conference” for the next 30 minutes.”

Ashamed and mortified, she had to get on her knees as he stood, dropped his trousers and shorts. Out sprang his big dick, hard and demanding.  He made her make love to it, but he wanted an “around-the-world” and that meant she had to kiss his asshole first and then lick his balls before finally kissing, licking and sucking his cock. 

Michelle gulped, and bent to the task.  It was very humiliating to be on her knees in her own office, kissing a white man’s anus.  He made her do it slow and sweet too.  She had to lave his pucker until it was shiny with her saliva.  Give it wet sucking kisses.  Then she had to do his balls until his scrotum was wet and glistening.  By the time she’d gotten to his dick, it was dripping pre-cum.

He made her lick it up and then kiss his shaft slowly up and down before being allowed to take the head into her mouth.  He kept her sucking until her mouth was frothy with his pre-cum and her spit.  She was a mess when he finally unloaded with a grunt and an oath.  She felt so violated when he filled her mouth and she had to swallow.  When he left, she got herself back together, including fixing her make-up.  It had been a lunch break filled with shame...Before he left he told her to be at his house on Saturday morning at 9. 

“Get yourself fixed up real nice,” he told her.

Michelle nodded and was so glad when he left.  She didn’t make any eye contact with Rashida, her assistant. She wasn’t sure the girl heard any of what went on in her office.

Akeema had buried herself in her work.  After she got home, she huddled there like a hermit.  She had stopped going to clubs and her social life had shriveled up.  What Roy and his pals had done to her was to shatter her self-image.  It was very fragile to start with, but being forced into becoming a “gutter nigger slut” damaged that part of herself that had been trying since childhood to transcend the boundaries of race and gender which hold so many black girls down. Roy called her cell and told her to “report for duty” on Saturday too, but to come at 9:30.   So, the stage was set...

Michelle dutifully showed up at 9 and Roy had her go into the bathroom to put on her “slut maid” costume; and then help in the kitchen getting everything ready.  Roy and Lloyd had already been up early and got the meat on the smoker by 7am.  He was drinking coffee and smoking a cigar when Michelle arrived.

“You ready today for lots of good food, fun and games,” he said smiling?

She gulped, nodded and said, “yes, Sir.”

“GOOD! We gotta lotta good ole boys comin’ here today,” he drawled. “I ‘spect you to be on yore best behavior...you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good, now pull your fat tits out of your bra so I can see ‘em. And pull down your panties to your knees, slut,” he commanded her.

As she stumbled around the kitchen, Lloyd came in and trailing behind him, wearing her own version of the “maid costume”, was Akeema.  When mother and daughter’s eyes met, it was an emotional explosion.

Akeema saw her mother lurching and staggering around, with her “goodies” on display and Michelle saw and realized with mind-numbing clarity that the monstrous thing which had engulfed her had taken her baby girl too.  The one thing she would have wanted, at almost any cost to avoid, that Akeema would be entrapped the way she was – this was now staring her in the face and she was devastated.

“Oh, Mama.”

“Oh, my baby!”

Roy stood by just savoring it all.  Lloyd too.  They were like the two cats who’d gotten the cream.  As mother and daughter embraced and sobbed, Roy knew this was going to be a very special day indeed!

“Michelle pull up yore panties and stuff your fat tits back in your bra.  The two of you... get that ice broke up and in the ice chests,” he said. “We got guests comin’ over.  They’ll be dry and wantin’ a cold one.”

He had to break them up. This was a mother-daughter reunion, but of the most depraved and sad kind; and the two women would have gladly gone off to a corner to weep and commiserate, but Roy had other plans for them.

At 10, the guests started showing up.  Pete walked in with ole Cooter and lean, wiry Sam. Ryan arrived next and soon thereafter, grizzled hunting buddy, Bill Clough, drove up in a big, black Dodge truck, kicking up a cloud of dust.  Then Dwight and Harold arrived together in Dwight’s beater.  Harold was walking these days as his compact was out of commission.  “Bubba” Baxter, tall, strapping and red-faced, came in a Ford pick-up and Morgan Hubbard, with his big handle-bar moustache`, drove up in a Toyota Tundra.  At 10:30, Brian arrived...

Soon, Roy was out on the patio, drinking, tending the smoker and regaling Morgan, “Bubba” and Bill about the “fine work” the two nigger sluts had been doing.  The two black women, dressed like maids from FETISH HELL, were working the party getting and refreshing drinks and keeping the bowls of chips and nuts refilled.

Pete showed how to treat them. He patted and rubbed Michelle and Akeema’s big bubble butts to show the newcomers what the party was all about.  Brian’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head when he spotted his sister wearing her maid’s outfit.  He tried to make eye contact with her, but she was too ashamed and avoided his gaze like the plague.

For the two black women, it was hell as they were now exposed to each other and Brian. Akeema, on some level, had been expecting it.  She had cooperated to make sure her mother would not be compromised.  Michelle, on the other hand, was devastated.  She was overwhelmed at what she’d been reduced to...but she would have never, in a million years, have imagined that Akeema would become a sex slave too.  Reading her mind, Roy sidled up to her as she was shoveling bottles of beer into the ice chests.

“She was so easy, Michelle. Easier than you.  She came along like a lamb. She said she was doing it to protect you, but the truth is that she’s a bigger slut than you are.  You’re gonna have to go some to keep up with her.”

The 40 year old black mother stood there stunned.  It was a revelation to see that her beautiful baby daughter had been blackmailed and enslaved too.  Now, Roy was adding another element: competition.  As if the older black woman needed to be put into competition with her younger, attractive daughter.  But Roy was a bit of an evil genius and he knew this could work to his advantage.

And Lloyd was a bit of a genius too.  By inviting Brian the entertainment levels could be ratcheted up to an even higher level.  The boy, who’d already been seduced into fucking his mother, would now see her and his half-sister in action with a whole gang of men.  And that number would probably include him, if things went they way they might.

As the two women kept bumping into each other as they waited on the guests, Michelle kept trying to say how “sorry” she was.  But Roy glared at her as if to say, ‘keep your mind on your job, nigger’.  And to drive the point home, he zeroed in on her when she was trying to talk to Akeema.

“Come here, bitch,” is all he said.

Michelle sheepishly walked over.

“Pull your tits out, stupid.  You know the rest of the drill,” he said to her.

Michelle knew exactly what to do. When her tits were exposed, he slapped them this way and that, making a sound that caught everyone’s attention. Michelle grunted and moaned prettily and after her “correction” she was lurching and wobbling around the patio and yard with her panties hobbling her around her ankles.  The guys, the old guard: Pete, Cooter, Sam, Ryan, Dwight and Harold, slapped her on the ass or gave her a smack across her nipples every time she stumbled.  Akeema looked on aghast as her mother was humiliated.   Roy stood by smirking. 

Brian had already put it in his mind that his mother, darker and therefore different than him, was perhaps just a “nigger” after all.  Some part of him, resentful as so often teenaged boys are about being restricted or held back by a parent, thought she was getting what she deserved.  And another part of him was shamefully, powerfully aroused by watching how she was being used.

And another part of him was protective of her and hated what was being done to her.  It was a hugely powerful emotional cocktail that was more intoxicating than any he’d experienced before.  He was also amazed that his half-sister was there and part of the show.

Then Roy and Lloyd announced the first “contest”:  “We got us two of the stupidest, sluttiest nigger bitches in the county.  Maybe the whole state.  Now, I thought it’d be a good idea if we get these two NEGRO LADIES...”

He got a laugh from the good ole boys with that term...

“...competin’ with each other.  Now, not competitions like white folks have, of course.  But somethin’ they can handle.”

He and his son got the two women on their knees on the grass.  After he and Pete had made the first list, Roy added the “Stupid Nigger Competition”.  The idea was that he would have the two women read from Lloyd’s school primers. And they had to do it in a humiliating “darkie” dialect.  The one who didn’t do it just right would be punished.The new men were enthralled when Roy pulled down Akeema’s top and bra to display her heavy, firm tits and obscene, jutting nipples for punishment.

“Ahs don’t have duh key Miz Lizabeth...”

“See Jim run, see Jim’s dawg Fido run.  Run Fido RUN...” 

The stuff was just awful, but if they didn’t lard their speech with the “proper” Negro inflections, they got a slap on the face or a hard one across their nipples.  It was a “tutorial”.  And if the little jungle bunnies weren’t smart enough to read properly, they were “corrected” when they messed up; and there were plenty of good ole boys ready and willing to show them the way...

Both women tried hard, but in the end when Roy held his hand over each of their heads, the applause for Michelle was louder and Akeema was judged the “loser”.  There was a penalty.

“I got me a bottle of the hottest chili oil, boys.  I got it from this ole Vietnamese cook downtown. I know just where some of it should go... Now Akeema here has shown she’s not too fuckin’ bright, so she’s got to pay.  Now, Morgan, you, Bubba and Bill bring the stupid slut over here,” he said pointing to a bench.

They drug poor Akeema over and at Roy’s urging, they stripped her of her maid costume. Now they could see her in all her glory and she was spectacular: long lissome legs, big bubble butt, full, big tits with gorgeous nipples. They pushed her this way and that, having sport with her.

She kept mumbling and pleading, and poor Michelle had to watch as she was abused.  They got her down on the bench on her belly and Morgan, with Pete coaching and helping, spread her ample ass cheeks exposing her most private hole.

Roy came over with the bottle of chili oil and hospital swabs.  The long wooden kind with a generous cotton swab on the end.  He handed a swab to Morgan, who turned to the crowd and twirled the end of his impressive moustache` in a theatrical gesture.  He was a big man with a big gut and a weathered face from a life outdoors.  He dipped the swab into the bottle of oil and when it was soaked he took it out and began anointing Akeema’s anus with it.  He painted the tight ring of muscle and then worked the tip into her tight hole, making her wince.

Well, the oil was hot...and when Pete let her cheeks go she jumped up and began hopping around in the most comical way.  She held onto her butt cheeks and did the most humiliating “dance”.  She tried to rub the oil off, but when she reached behind to touch her asshole, it only made things worse, and she howled and stumbled around making her tits bob and jiggle.  Then she just began jumping up and down like a puppet on a string, crying out and babbling. Well, it made all the good ole boys laugh so hard.  Cooter began clapping accompanying her antics and soon a couple of others joined in.

Brian stood off to the side and watched with his eyes bugging out of his head as his stepsister was turned into a marionette!  Michelle had her knuckle in her mouth and bit it absentmindedly as she stared at her daughter’s suffering. It was riveting to watch...

It was near 11:30 when Roy shepherded the two over to the “Beam”.  He and Lloyd had rigged up a long wooden beam about three feet off the ground. It was about six feet long and the women were bent forward over the beam, hands secured one side and feet the other with their legs apart.  Roy invited everyone who wanted to fuck the two sluts to step up and and have a go...

Ryan and Dwight didn’t need to be asked twice. Ryan got behind Akeema and Dwight got right in her face.  Pete and Sam took up positions in front and behind Michelle.  Then the men dropped their jeans and shorts and got busy.  Brian was agog.  He didn’t know if he should bug out then or continue watching.  Here was his mother and his half-sister getting humped and face-fucked...right out in the open.

Cooter and Bill lined up behind Ryan.  They wanted some of the young, hot black girl’s pussy.  And Harold stood in line waiting for Sam to finish fucking Michelle.  The fun and games continued as Roy instructed both women that he didn’t just want them to open their mouths, but to purse their big, nigger lips like it was a pussy and let each man who wanted his cock sucked to feel that his dick was opening their labia and the hole.  They were repeatedly told to “wriggle your big nigger butts” and if they didn’t show enough enthusiasm, someone would smack their butt cheeks hard.  They got smacked a lot.

Semen was soon drooling from each woman’s cunt and their faces were wet with saliva and semen.  When both women were too sloppy to fuck, Lloyd bullied Brian into wiping his mother and his sister’s crotches and faces with a pair of Akeema’s panties and shoving it in mama’s mouth.  This got Pete and Morgan clapping him on the back and telling him he was a “good ole boy”!

Michelle groaned when Brian stuffed the soiled panties in her mouth. The day was so full of small humiliations that never seemed to end!

When they got tired, it was time for more games. Roy announced the “Jerk Off” competition.  Both women were put face up on benches right next to each other and told to rub their pussies.  The first slut who squirted to prove that she’d cum was the winner.  The loser would get a swab soaked in hot chili oil shoved up her ass.

Mother was more uninhibited and began rubbing her pissflaps and clitoris vigorously.  She rubbed up and down and then side to side, starting slow at first, but then as she felt the sensations building in her loins, her fingers flew like she was strumming a guitar.  Akeema was tentative at first and had a harder time getting into it.  Masturbating in public was newer to her and she was still very self-conscious.  

So, she was behind momma.  The boys all stood around mocking, taunting whoever was slacking off or encouraging the leader.  Akeema came in for her fair share of jeers as she didn’t seem to have the will to make herself cum.  Cooter and Sam hissed and booed her efforts, calling her names.

Akeema was overwhelmed and tried to step up her efforts. She even shoved a finger into her hole and this brought hoots and catcalls from some.  There were some deeper deposits of sperm from the earlier penetrations and when she shoved her finger in some semen and her juices squirted out. It was pretty erotic, but the boys wanted to see her spurt and her efforts seemed half-hearted.

“Come on, get into it slut,” they yelled at her.

Michelle didn’t even have to stick her fingers into her pussy. She adeptly rubbed her pussy fast and hard and was rewarded with a generous leaking of juices and then she squirted some.  And as she continued, she began spurting like she was pissing.  The boys started applauding and shouting that they had a “winner”.

Poor Akeema was once again turned over on her belly, her bounteous ass cheeks were parted and this time, Harold got the privilege of anointing her anus with the hot oil.  And for a second time, Akeema did a jungle bunny dance as the oil went to work on her already tender  and inflamed asshole. 

“Oh, my ass! OH MY ASS,” she kept mumbling as she pirouetted, twirled and pogoed up and down like a marionette.

Then it was time for more beer and Roy brought out bottles of peach schnapps and coffee brandy that the boys all liked and knew from so many hunting trips.  The four high school seniors were drinking their fill of beer too.  Brian stood by drinking a Dr. Pepper®. He accepted some peach brandy added to his can of soda from Morgan, who had taken a liking to the boy.

“Here you go, son. Whet your whistle,” he said to him as he “sweetened” his soda pop.

The next fun event was the “Cat Fight”.  Roy stood up and announced that it was going to be a best of three rounds match.  First off, they would get dressed in what they wore that morning.  Lloyd took them inside and the two women emerged dressed in blouses, skirts, panties and bras.

For this first round, Roy tied them in a real awkward way.  He bound Michelle’s right wrist to Akeema’s left ankle; and Akeema’s right wrist to Michelle’s left ankle. Then, he gave them the word to, “rumble”.  At the signal, the two women were all over each other, grabbing with their free hand at each other.  Grunting and squealing, mother and daughter slapped each other’s faces, grabbed, yanked and pulled each other’s hair.  They kicked each other’s legs and tripped each other, scratching and clawing at each other’s faces.  Clothes got ripped and tugged askew, down and then off. 

Growling, snarling, grunting and gasping for breath, mother and daughter wrestled each other to the ground and rolled around, arms and legs flailing, wailing on each other. The fighting escalated as the mutually humiliated women vented all their stress and self-disgust on each other.

Michelle’s blouse was pulled open and her bra got pulled down so her big brown tits jiggled.  Her full, pantied buttocks clenched so that her ass cheeks dimpled from the exertion, as her daughter slowly got the upper hand.

Akeema’s skirt was up around her hips, her thong barely visible, her blouse up around her bra, brown tits bouncing, as she got on top of her mother, holding her down.  Sweat and salivadripped down onto Michelle’s scowling, straining face.  This round went to Akeema.

The next round Roy tied a rope around their ankles and bound them together that way. He announced this time the woman who was pinned and made to cum by the other was the winner.  Akeema didn’t want any more of the hot oil smeared on her asshole and she fought like a tigress.  She got her mother down quickly. 

She was quite a bit stronger and of course much younger and leaned across her mother’s body to pull her cotton panties down.  She savagely thrust her hand between her mother’s legs and began rubbing her pissflaps and clitoris in a mad parody of the way her mother had done when she won the first competition.

It was mesmerizing to watch and Brian was as entranced as anyone in the crowd by the spectacle of his half-sister, dominating his mother and forcibly rubbing her to make her cum.  Michelle, to her ultimate shame and horror, just sagged. She was exhausted from the struggle and just let herself be manipulated.  As Akeema continued, Michelle began to moan and writhe in her grasp and it was becoming obvious that she was approaching an orgasm.  It wasn’t long in cumming. 

As Akeema held two fingers at the 1 o’clock position just over the clitoral hood, and rubbed it rhythmically, Michelle started groaning louder and louder and finally shrieked as her pussy gushed a little.  She came and then came again.  Akeema, huffing and puffing from her exertions, let out a sigh as she pulled her hand back.  She was relieved she’d won the first two rounds and, therefore, took the match.

This time it was Michelle who was stripped down and stretched out on the bench on her belly as her butt cheeks were spread open to receive a thorough application of the hot oil, delivered by Harold, who had a real fascination with the 40 year old mother.  Everyone got to enjoy

Michelle’s antics when she was released and she didn’t disappoint.  She hopped about like a clown and wriggled like a worm on a hook. 

Then there was some improvisation.  Several of the men, Bill, Morgan and Sam among them, wanted to masturbate the two women to see who they could make cum first.  Again it was no contest as Michelle responded very quickly to this sort of humiliation and came before her daughter.This event then morphed into a ‘let’s have them hump our legs like dogs to see who can cum first’ happening.

The sheer humiliation of humping Dwight’s calf got to Akeema and she actually came before her mom.  Michelle hadn’t gotten her second wind and had cum a lot already, so Akeema had the advantage.  After this, they were both taken to the “Beam” again for some fucking.

This time, Brian was encouraged to join in the fun.  He finally gave in and took a turn fucking his half-sister. He had been on the boil all morning and his balls were aching.  He was overwhelmed by the sight and sounds of his half-sister as she was put through her paces.  It didn’t take much back-slapping encouragement for him to drop his drawers, and as his mother looked over her shoulder to stare openmouthed, he worked his circumcised prick into his sister’s tight, hot womanhood.  He rutted awhile, but he was so worked up that he ejaculated before he knew it.

Akeema had not cum earlier on the “Beam” but when Roy got hisbig dick in her pussy and Ryan got his cock in her mouth, she came spectacularly.  She writhed, twitched and groaned so loud as Roy reamed her, that there could be no doubt she was “fuck happy”.  The men kept both women on the bar for nearly an hour. 

By this time, the meat, which had been on the grill for more than seven hours was ready and Roy had the women get themselves cleaned up some, freshen their make-up and put on their maid’s aprons and heels. Their job was to set the table, bring out the side dishes and get everyone fresh drinks.  The men then sat down to eat and drink for the next hour waited on by their two Negro maids.Even Brian was famished now that he had dipped his wick in his half-sister’s hot pussy. 

There would be time for more fun and games after the meal. Periodically, Roy would make the two drink a big glass of water and then as he was finished eating, he made them both chug down a beer.After two plates of ‘cue’, Roy lit a cigar and announced the next event.  He called it the “Pissing Contest”. 

When Michelle heard what he was describing, she shuddered. It was very degrading. Basically, it involved having them tied together and the winner was the first woman who pissed on her hapless opponent.  Now she knew why he was having them drink so much.  She did feel like she had to pee, and knew there was no escaping the next degrading game.

Both women had to take off their aprons and shoes, lie down on each other with their faces up against the other’s crotch and let Lloyd and Ryan tie their wrists to each other’s ankles.  Then Roy gave the command and they began rolling around and struggling.  The winner was going to be the one who could control her bodily functions, despite the scuffling and the tussling, and let her urine flow. It was going to take some mental focus...

First Akeema was on top and then Michelle and then they rolled around for awhile.  It started to dawn on the men that the winner was going to be the one who didn’t get fatigued.  If you ran out of gas, your opponent would get on top, concentrate on pissing and win the contest.  Again, Akeema was younger and stronger and seemed to get the best of the brawling.  And in the end, it was Michelle’s deeper seated need to be humiliated, as much as Akeema’s superior stamina, that determined the outcome. 

Akeema got on top and the air just seemed to go out of Michelle, like a tire with a flat. She sagged and Akeema focused on pissing and soon, her stream started and since she was on top and spread her legs as she pissed, it hit Michelle right in the face.  The poor woman was soon drenched with her daughter’s hot, smelly piss.  Akeema had a very full bladder; so it was very humiliating and once again, Michelle had to endure another application of the hot oil.

Only this time, Roy did it himself.  He had her stretched out on her back on the bench and told Cooter and Bubba to ‘hold her tight, boys’. He used the swab and worked it up under the hood of her clitoris and thoroughly painted the pink bulb.  Then, he daubed it all around her urethra before he worked the tip into her peehole.  Her reaction was not to be believed.  Despite being held down, her whole body arched into a bow and she began screaming as the hot oil went to work on the most sensitive mucous membranes in her body. 

She thrashed about like a trapped eel as Cooter and Bubba Baxter struggled to hold onto her.  When they let her go, she grabbed her pussy with both hands and just ran in circles.  She begged Roy to be allowed to sit in the ice chest holding the beer and he shook his head ‘no’.

“Dumb bitch wants to mess up our clean beer bottles,” he laughed.

It was pathetic and heartbreaking to see as she stumbled and lurched around for ten minutes until the searing oil slowly wore off.  She eventually wound up on her back on the grass humping her hips up and down to try and lessen the burning sensations and talking to herself.  Since she lost she was put on the bottom of the “Double-Decker”.

This bench was designed solely to humiliate the person on the bottom.  It was a double bench like two coffee tables one above the other but staggered. Michelle was strapped down on the lower one and Akeema was bound on the top bench but facing the opposite direction. Michelleended up with her daughter’s crotch about six inches above her face.  Roy positioned himself between Akeema’s legs so his cock and balls were right over mama’s face. Michelle could see, right in front of her eyes, Roy’s cock enter her daughter’s vagina. 

Strapped down, she was forced to watch the action close-up. Roy took his time, but he knew from his earlier fuck that he could make Akeema cum. And he did get her to climax. Michelle was forced to see everything close up.  She saw Roy’s cock pushing its way into her baby girl and her sex lips opening around it. 

Mama got to see  her daughter’s orgasm in 3-D! And when Roy ejaculated a nice big load, with a grunt, into Akeema, as he pulled out Michelle had to deal with his cum dripping down from Akeema’s vagina.Roy made her crane her head forward and lick her daughter’s “cream pie” as a half dozen of the good ole boys crowded around to watch.  As the semen drooled down to land on Michelle’s lips or in her mouth, a lot of “ooohs” and “ahhs” could be heard.  Roy wasn’t content until Michelle got her mouth right on her daughter’s pussy and licked and lapped it clean.

And then a line formed again to get some of Akeema’s hot pussy.  Michelle had to lick and lap up each messy load from her daughter’s pussy.  And Roy wasn’t satisfied until Michelle had licked her daughter’s cunt until it was clean and shiny each time.  And in the process, Michelle finally made Akeema cum.  It was a very intense moment for both women.

After this, the boys had another round of drinks.  Then Roy had the women serve dessert and coffee. It was something to see: pie and coffee served by two buxom, naked, black women. The fact that they were mother and daughter was just the best!  And then Roy announced it was time for a blowjob contest.  The four school boys, and the surprise was that Brian joined in, were going lined up to get blowjobs from the two women. 

After each boy had cum either mama or baby daughter’s mouth, Roy made the women share a “snowball”.  They had to swap the semen in a hot, gooey, French kiss and then swallow.  As both women were thoroughly degraded by this, it was a new low.  But Michelle was overwhelmed by a welter of emotions.  The shame most of all, but she also felt affection and love. It was inevitable that she found herself expressing her feelings as she and Akeema kissed. 

It was a very hot, passionate kiss.  Several of the good ole boys whistled and clapped as they shared a kiss. And when Brian came in Akeema’s mouth and she had to share his load with mama, Michelle felt she had reached a new low point.  Roy made sure she shared the load with Akeema. Another hot, wet gooey kiss. Both women found themselves hugging and this was another embarrassment.

After it was over, mother and daughter were left to themselves.  They just hugged and comforted each other; lying there on the ground as some of the men drifted off to play darts and others were drinking and smoking cigars.  The five teens also drifted off; so it was just Akeema and Michelle.  Mother and daughter hugged and kissed again.  Michelle gently kissed her baby girl on the lips; and she realized that whatever else separated them, they were united by their masochism and their sex addictions. It was an agonizing, loving, insightful and intense moment...

But the best was saved for last, of course.  After 6pm, Roy and Lloyd brought out his prize stud dog, Angus.  Michelle cringed and knew what was coming, but Akeema was dumbstruck.  Michelle leaned over and whispered to her. Akeema’s eyes flew open in disbelief.  She shook her head and said, ‘no-no-no’.  Her mother put her hand on her shoulder and tried to reassure her, but Akeema, in her wildest imaginings, could not have envisioned her mother being made to have sex with a dog. NO WAY!

Roy had Michelle lie down on a bench and Lloyd drizzled some honey on her pussy.  Roy lead Angus over to Michelle’s spread legs and to her crotch.  Angus sniffed and nuzzled Michelle’s hot pussy and smelling the honey and the semen began to lick her.  As Akeema and everyone else watched, including Brian, Michelle went from mumbling protests to whimpering and then moaning as the dog’s tongue had its way with her.

She had cum like crazy when Roy let Angus lick her pussy that first time.  This was no different. The dog licked every fold and crevice and wormed its tongue into her hole.  As Akeema and Brian watched entranced, Michelle tensed up, cried out and came!  The good ole boys lost no time in mocking her.

“Dog made the nigger cum.  Un-fucking believable,” said Bubba Baxter, wiping his brow.

Roy then got her on her knees to play with Angus’s penile sheath, encouraging the dog to let its cock “drop”.  Akeema, stood by watching as her mother fondled her dog’s sheath and with the tip of her finger, got the pink tip to emerge.

“Tell the boys what you are, slut,” Roy said to her.

Michelle looked up and wasn’t sure, but then Roy mouthed the words silently for her, she gulped embarrassed.  She knew what he wanted.

“I...I’m a dirty,nigger dog slut,” she said softly.

“Say it louder, slut.”

“I’M A DIRTY, NIGGER DOG SLUT.”

Michelle didn’t look at Akeema, but Akeema couldn’t take her eyes off her mother as she played with the dog’s dick after this statement. Angus’s cock began to emerge and Roy got Michelle on her back under the dog’s haunches.  He told her what to do, and Michelle did it.  She used the tip of her tongue to tease the tip and it soon began leaking.  As it did Michelle had to lap up the canine fuck slime.  Soon the dog’s full shaft had dropped, and Michelle got her hands up around the base to encourage the “knot” to appear.

Akeema had her knuckle in her mouth and soon brought her other hand up to splay her fingers over her eyes.  She couldn’t bear to look as her mother gave the dog oral.  The boys had all crowded around and stared as Michelle seemed to know just what to do to make the dog’s dick spurt.  Roy got her on her feet and made mother and daughter kiss to share the dog’s pre-cum.

Roy pointed and told Akeema to ‘get your ass on the bench’.

Akeema cringed and just stood there.  But, Roy had his ways and when Akeema just plain refused, he laughed and told everyone this was going to be a “double treat”.  Michelle had already proven herself a “dog slut” when she was mated six weeks earlier.  Now, he would make Akeema take a dog’s dick too and since she was saying ‘no’, he had some fun persuasion in mind for her.

The boys, Dwight, Harold and Ryan, had already gone into the garage to fetch the Mexican Donkey.  As they hauled it out, Roy explained to the new men how it worked.  Then they sat poor Akeema on it.  Bound so she couldn’t get off, she soon found her calves tiring and sat down and then got up when the sharp edge began to hurt her tender girl parts.  And then, she had to sit down again. 

But this didn’t last long and she got up; and then down and up again.  Soon, she was bobbing up and down like she was galloping on a horse.  It made everyone laugh and clap and Akeema cry.  It was erotic to see a woman tortured on the Donkey especially since bouncing up and down on it made a woman’s tits flop and bob so prettily.

But Akeema didn’t last that long and soon begged for relief.  Roy told her that he would take her off the infernal device, but she had to obey his every command.  Sobbing, in a halting voice, she told him she would be a “good girl”.  He had Dwight and Harold take her off the sharp edge.

Angus got a bit unruly that night and Roy and Lloyd had some trouble getting him settled down, but in the end it was quite a show.  He let the dog lick Akeema’s pussy and they had to hold her down.  Simply disgusted at first, the dog’s big, pink tongue soon had her pussy drooling.  And it didn’t take long for Angus to make her cum.  Then she was made to get under his haunches and kiss and lick the tip of its dick too.

In, the end, both women had to get on all fours and take Angus’s big doggy dick.  First Akeema and then Michelle. Akeema had to be held by Dwight, Cooter and Bill to take the “knot” but in the end, howling she got the softball-sized knob in her tight pussy.  Brian had his hand in his pants playing with himself as he watched his stepsister take the knot. 

Then Michelle was “mated” to Angus.  The dog fucked the shit out of her too.  But when Angus was done, Lloyd led him to the kennel and returned leading Riley on a leash.  The younger dog seemed like a ball of energy, aroused by the odor of sex; and for the next hour the two women sucked the younger dog’s dick and took its big, purple cock in their pussies. 

Roy, after they had both taken a load, made them lick each other’s creampies.  It was really disgusting as both women were packed with doggy semen.  First, he had them get down on the grass and perform oral sex on each other, a “69”.  Then, afterwards, they had to share a French kiss. Mother and daughter, at this point, were soul mates, united in the acceptance of their masochism and degradation.  Each seemed to welcome the opportunity to kiss the other linked and connected by the dogs’ semen.  When Riley was done, Lloyd led him off and some of the men got the two black women bent over the beam again for one last round.  Brian, crazed with lust, fucked his stepsister again.  He couldn’t help himself and after he’d fucked her pussy, he worked his prick into her ass to drop his load there...

In the end, Michelle and Akeema proved themselves pain, humiliation and degradation sluts, withshame and disgust with themselves ongoing and excruciating.  Resisting andstruggling but failing each time.  Appalled and enthralled, they fell further and further down in their own and each others’ eyes.  Never getting over the embarrassment and shame of it all, yet hopelessly, helplessly aroused by their humiliation and degradation.  They had reached bottom that day...

Chapter 18

The Intervention

It was against this whole sordid situation that Michelle’s ex-husband stepped in to intervene.As Michelle and Akeema’s life spun out of control, it was Karen, Michelle’s best friend who got the ball rolling on an “intervention”.  She tried to talk to Michelle, but she was too ashamed and in denial.  But Karen wasa very assertive, take charge kind of person, like so many short people.

She was the opposite, in many ways, of Michelle.  She was pretty and petite, very young looking for her age, perky, in her thirties but looked like she was younger with dark brown hair, cut short (kind of a layered pixie look), green eyes, always smiling, with a trim little body, B-cup breasts and a cute butt.  She was much more outgoing and talkative than Michelle.  Alternately chatty, funny, sarcastic, quick-witted and quick-tongued, she tried to get her friend to open up, but Michelle resisted.

It was when Michelle began wearing the blonde wigs that she felt compelled to act.  She needed an ally and reached out to Michelle’s ex-husband,John Darbin Moore to intervene with Michelle for her “own good”.

“I see.  When did this all start,” he asked when Karen called him.  “I’ll look into it, Karen.  Thanks for the call...”

A no-nonsense kind of guy, Moore was high-powered corporate lawyer, with clients that included the Hospital employing Michelle and Karen. Twenty years older than Michelle, he had been very attracted to her but found that after his whirlwind courtship of her that she was cold sexually. After five years, during which time he had several affairs, they divorced.  A workaholic who was not fully engaged as either a husband or a father before the divorce, Moore remained a relatively distant and aloof presence in his son’s, Brian’s, life.

Lingering guilt over his lack of engagement with his son led to erratic, brief binges of awkward over-involvement and lavish gifts, which had, at times, become a point of contention between John and his new wife, Leslie.  A former UALR cheerleader, she was his new trophy wife.  Some thirty years younger than John, she was notable for her blonde good looks, her vacuous personality and her dislike of blacks.

John began by making some discreet calls.  What he discovered astonished him.  Michelle was obviously behaving in ways that were strange to say the least.  The secretary of a hospital board member related some anecdotes about Michelle that confirmed Karen’s concerns.  So, John put an investigator on the case.  This guy, Mitch Dollman, specialized in digging up dirt so a lawyer could structure a defense.  He owned John a favor or two and began to burrow into Michelle’s life.

Dollman had only been working the case a few days when the mother-daughter fight erupted that nearly got Michelle and Akeema arrested.  By that time he had alreadydiscovered “the photos”.  What started out residing only on Roy’s hard drive and cell phone had morphed into a phenomenon. Lloyd and his posse and all of Roy’s pals had some on their cell phones.  And before you knew it, some kids at school had gotten a hold of a few too.   Dollman ferreted out the source and it all led to Roy Bennett. He brought the evidence to John Darbin Moore.

“Holy mackerel...it’s turned into some sort of sex ring?” he asked flabbergasted.

“Near as I can figure, John, this cop got something on your ex and turned her out.  She’s been performing like a trained animal at his house for him and his pals.  And get this...his son and some of his pals were in on it too. And her daughter, Akeema...she’s involved too. Take a look at these,” he said showing John the photos of Akeema in action too.

“Katie, bar the door!  These photos are un-fucking-believable!  Holy shit, is this a dog?” Moore asked in amazement.

“Yup...they’re into bestiality and everything.  I’m sorry John to be the one to tell you.That’s as much as I’ve got,” Dollman said, collecting the pictures and putting them back in his briefcase.  “Well, there’s something else…some others are involved that I haven’t got any direct evidence on - just what others have have told me. 

I haven’t approached them yet, because I wanted to talk to you about it first.  Two girls at the university, both in the same sorority...both from prominent Little Rock families.  One of them, her father is a partner in the city’s biggest law firm, which may work in our favor keepin’ this going from going official and public.” 

After Dollman described what he’d heard from others about the involvement of Madison and Miko, John said held his hand up and, in a weary and distracted voice, said, “OK, Mitch.  I think I know what I need to know.I want to think about it though.  And, I’ll probably need you to approach this cop at some point. I’ll let you know.”

“No problem. Let me know,” Dollman said.

After he left John pondered the mess.  He still liked Michelle and was shocked and astonished by these revelations.  And he wanted to protect Brian from the fallout.  This was his primary motivation. First he called Miko’s father, who he knew well as a professional colleague, though, in different law firms, not really as a friend.

They had a cautious, circuitous conversation that nevertheless established a provisional, mutual interest in protecting each other’s daughters.  Later, he called Dollman and told him to buttonhole Roy Bennett. If he was the source it was time to pull the plug on his extracurricular activities.

Dollman did just that.  He accosted Roy outside the station just as he was going in.  He showed him the photos and told him that he represented someone who wanted to protect the Jeffers family.  If Bennett collected all the pictures and turned them over to him, then he wouldn’t bring them to the attention of the Commissioner (who was a golfing buddy of John Darbin Moore’s) and Roy could keep his job and his pension. 

Roy got the picture right away; since he knew Dollman was a former cop with an unimpeachable reputation as a tough guy with major connections to the city’s elite.  Dollman told him that important people had a vested personal interest in having Roy and everyone else involved in the vile, sordid activities ‘cease and desist’, and eliminating any evidence that might exist.

It was all “yes, sir” and “no, sir” as Dollman read him the riot act and gave him his marching orders.  Roy went about like a demon - cornered his son and his son’s friends to get their pictures.  Then he went to his cop pals and hunting buddies as well as Darlene and Kelly.  So, in the end when he met with Dollman, he had everything he could get his hands on.  He had warned everyone that the “jig” was up and that they all needed to lay low.  Meeting with Dollman at a donut shop, he contritely handed him the package.

“Is this everything,” Dollman asked gruffly?

“Yes, sir it is,” Roy answered sweating.

“Because if any of this garbage surfaces, you’re in  a world of shit, Bennett. You know that, right?”

“I understand...And thanks,” Bennett said sweating.

Roy realized he had ducked a bullet. He was glad that whoever was behind Dollman was willing to let sleeping dogs lie.  If not, his career would have been over.  Dollman, for his part, was disgusted by the sergeant.  To have involved kids in that sort of filth was unforgivable in his mind.  He finished his coffee and reported back to John Moore.

“Is this everything,” Moore asked as Dollman handed him several manila envelopes full of pictures and discs.

“Yeah.”

“Did you tell him what the consequences would be...”

“Oh, yeah.  I don’t think we’ll have any problem with that redneck dirt bag.”

Now it was up to John what he was going to do about Michelle.  The more he thought about it the more steamed he got.  Some of his feelings were connected to his disappointment over their sex life when they were married.  He never felt he understood her.  She was a closed book that he was never able to decipher.  But now, in a way, the pictures told a story.  And the more he thought about it, the more it bugged him.  The rough outlines of a plan began to form in his mind.

He would go see her.  And give her the word that he knew what she’d been doing and how disappointed and disgusted he was.  And how upset it made him to think that Brian might find out about it. (Little did he know that not only did Brian know...he had fucked his mother too!)

This is how it started anyway. John’s plan.  As he mulled it over in his mind, he found his thoughts going in another direction.  What if Michelle wasn’t able to control herself.  The pictures painted a picture of an addict, in his mind.  Someone unable to control their basest instincts.  He began to think that he had to “protect” Michelle.  And twisted up in his desire to protect her was the desire to punish her.

And so, as the weeks went by, he began to brood.  Meanwhile, Michelle soon realized that the party (or the nightmare, as she liked to call it, was over).  She talked to Akeema, who by this time had given up her apartment in Chenal Valley and came home to live with her mother and half-brother. Michelle told her daughter that she thought that something had blown up because no one was calling them.

“Mama, I hope no one has seen the pictures,” Akeema said nervously.

Michelle bit her lip and wondered what was up.  As the weeks dragged on she concluded that something had fallen through.  She was glad in one respect and somehow felt empty in another.  She got some new wigs in a “natural” style and color and let her hair grow out.  When it did, she ditched the wigs and was now wearing her hair natural, not straightened.

She began to breathe easier and then she got a call from John.  He wanted to talk to her and she agreed to meet him for a drink.  They met at his club in the Quapaw Quarter.  He was already seated when she arrived.  She was nervous and ordered only a club soda.  They chatted for a few minutes and then John reached over and brought out a manila envelope.

“Take a look at these.”

As soon as she reached inside and grabbed the first one, she gasped. 

“OH, God, John...”

He cleared his throat and said, “I don’t have to tell you how disappointed I am with you.  And how disturbed I am that these could have been seen by Brian.”

“I...I...I don’t know what to say.  I don’t have anything to say...”

“You must be sick,” he said to her with spite in his voice.

“I’m so ashamed...”

“You should be.  What in the name of heaven would have ever pushed you to do these things?”

“I...I...”

“From what I can tell...you were blackmailed somehow...”

“Y...yes.”

“Well that won’t be a problem now...”

“I...I’m grateful for that...”

They sat silently at that point.  John sipped at his martini.  His brow furrowed.

And then he spoke: “I got involved to protect Brian. So, you’re off the hook.  The way you were headed, you were gonna lose your job and end up in  jail… prison...you know that?”

“Y...yes.  I’m grateful John...I really am.”

“You should be.  But answer me this:  Is this you? The woman in these pictures...is this really you?  Was there some part of you that wallowed in this filth and liked it?”

“I...I’d like to say no...but...I don’t know myself.  I’d be lying if I said...”

“So, it’s as I guessed.  You became an addict...huh?”

“I...I guess so...”

Michelle put her head in her hands and this point to conceal her tears.  She was so ashamed.  It was as if she was confessing to “Daddy”.

“You couldn’t control yourself, could you,” John went on?

Michelle just sobbed quietly. John summarized it for her at the end: he had confiscated all the pictures and put Roy Bennett in his place. Neither he nor anyone else involved would bother her or her daughter again. Michelle thanked him profusely, sniffling, tears still streaming down her face.

“I haven’t decided yet what to do with you and Akeema over the long term,” John stated, staring sternly in her eyes, firmly holding her chin between his thumb and forefinger. 

“However, Brian will be moving into my house, and, starting today and until I decide otherwise, you and Akeema will be under Karen’s supervision at home, as well as her supervision of you at work.  She was the one who alerted me to disturbing things going on with you, though she wasn’t aware of all that was happening, thank God. 

However, that can change—how much, and what, Karen knows—if I hear from her that you are not fully cooperating with her supervision of you at home and at work.  For now, she has graciously and generously agreed to supervise you closely at work, drive you to and from work daily, and actually move in with you.  Depending on how things work out, and Karen’s wishes—and I emphasize her wishes alone, and not yours—I have assured her that we may transfer the mortgage on the house to her, with financial compensation from you to meet payments. 

Additionally, through some discreet conversations and informal agreements with Hospital Board members, as Karen already knows and has agreed to, I have developed a plan to transfer job activities,  responsibilities, and authority, informally immediately and more formally later,from you to Karen, with appropriate pay adjustments, and eventual mutual changes of formal job titles, but all done gradually and less conspicuously and disruptively than might otherwise have occurred….”

“B-B-But…” Michelle blurted out, stunned and flabbergasted.

“Hush,” John said calmly and firmly, reaching out to squeeze her cheeks, like a parent to a child.  “You have no say in any of this.  None whatsoever.  You will behave yourself and do what you are told, by Karen and by me, and, whenever Karen or I are not available or indisposed, by Leslie.”

Leslie! Michelle abhorred and bridled at the thought of being under Leslie’s authority.  Like Karen, Leslie was a decade younger than Michelle.  However, at least Karen was a friend—Michelle’s closest friend, at least until this—and Michelle respected Karen, personally and professionally.  Leslie was a superficial, classless, lazy, gold-digging airhead as far as Michelle was concerned. 

The fact that her ex-husband had married her was bad enough.  But being put under her authority?  Though it was difficult anticipating which would be more humiliating—being under the supervision of Leslie, her ex-husband’s wife whom she loathed and despised, or Karen, her best friend who’d been under her supervision at work—there was no question following orders from Leslie would be infuriating.

While Michelle was brooding about the major changes being made in her work life and home life, without consulting her at all, John also explained that he would be supervising Akeema during work hours at his office.  He said that Akeema would leave her position at the homeless shelter and begin interning at his law firm in two weeks. 

He noted Akeema’s erstwhile interest in possibly going to law school, and he was taking that into account.  However, she would begin by providing simple clerical assistance at the firm, and he would decide whether he thought it would be worthwhile for her to go to law school, or whether she may be better suited for something else.

When the meeting was over, she was relieved, yet also humiliated, frustrated and filled with anxiety and dread.  She felt as if a big weight had been taken off her shoulders.  But she also felt demeaned and diminished in status.  Of course not nearly as humiliated and degraded as she’d been before.  She was protected from that now, though  obviously she would not have the respect of those who would protect and now supervise her as if she were a child. 

A part of her felt resentful about that.  Yet, another part of her felt relieved about that too, felt she deserved it, and, as noticed by the shameful twinge and dampness between her legs, was aroused by it too. She told Akeema about it as soon as she got home.

“Mama, so they’re not gonna bother us anymore,” Akeema asked plaintively?

“Yes, baby,” Michelle said reaching out to hug her.

But John Darbin Moore had more to deal with, as he had gone through several stages since his discovery of Michelle’s dark journey.  He first felt astonishment, then revulsion and anger. As time went by he began to feel lust. He was angry that Michelle had perverted herself with a bunch of rednecks. Performing sexually with them in ways she had never seen fit to engage in with him, he felt insulted.  And she had given him the rationalization he needed for what was brewing in his mind:  she had admitted she was a “sex addict”. 

And, he knew thatshe was deeply conflicted about her race. She was a public avowed liberal who grew and prospered in the “affirmative action” era. And yet, her psyche was terribly twisted when it came to race and sex.  The very fact that Bennett, the cop, had been able to tap into these conflicted feelings allowed him to see how Michelle had been “trapped”; and how she responded to abusive treatment.

In a way, Michelle had always been drawn to abusive white men. Her ex-husband was somewhat boorish and not particularly sensitive to racial issues. Power and money were his focus and while he wasn’t physically abusive, he was emotionally cruel to Michelle.

John began to rationalize that he needed to protect her from herself and from any further, or even worse, abuse.And, of course, he would need to do the same for his former stepdaughter, Akeema too.  This part was somewhat complicated by the fact that when he and Michelle were married, he’d always found Akeema hot and often tried to sneak a peak at her when she was dressing or showering.

Now, he had to “save” them both.  It was obvious to him that they were apparently helpless and hopeless when it came to abusive sex.  This is some of what was percolating in John Darbin Moore’s mind at that point.And what began ostensibly as an effort on his part to help the two women degenerated into exploitation.  Because every time he looked at those pictures, he got aroused.  They seduced him.

He summoned them and lectured them on their sins and then he sprang his own plan on them.  Since they had shown that they were incapable of controlling themselves and were vulnerable to exploitation, which he had personally saved them from, he was entitled to avail himself of their services as payment.

“My God, John, what do you want us to do,” Michelle asked nervously?

“I think that you and Akeema should put in some time at my house,” he said pausing for effect, “as maids!”

“OH MY GOD,” was all Michelle said. 

Akeema looked stricken.  The two women protested and begged, but in the end, John would not be denied.  He told Leslie, his very white wife, that his former wife and her illegitimate daughter would be coming over every Saturday to work as “housemaids”.  Leslie insecure about John’s first wife, found the opportunity to lord it over her in this situation just perfect.  She didn’t like blacks and having her husband’s first wife, an African-American and her daughter working as domestic help was a boon.

And that’s how it started.  John bought maid’s outfits, not quite the perverted costumes Roy Bennett had made them wear, but demeaning enough and insisted they both don them for duty.  And so, they had to report at 10am and dust, vacuum, clean and wax until the early afternoon hours. They were fed by the cook at 4pm and then had to be on duty to serve when John and Leslie entertained in the evening.  And John had company every Saturday night.  It was hugely shaming for Michelle.

And over time, John and Leslie, like so many of the rich and powerful, began to exploit their help. In this case, it gravitated in a sexual and perverted direction.  Leslie was infertile and John had introduced her to the kinkier aspects of sex, including sex toys, porn, and occasionally mate swapping.  He showed her the pictures one day of Michelle and Akeema and asked her innocently if she would like to see the two put through “their paces” is how he put it.

And so, Michelle and Akeema were made to strip, masturbate on command, masturbate each other, get themselves off by rubbing like dogs on Leslie’s leg and eventually licking the white woman’s pussy. It proceeded from there...Soon, John was getting blow jobs from both women and soon he was fucking and sodomizing them in front of his wife.  Poor Michelle and Akeema...what started out as an “intervention” on their behalf, degenerated into more exploitation.

Epilog

As of this writing, Brian, was driving around in a new BMW his father had bought him.  Jonathan, allowed to graduate high school early, was a freshman at Stanford studying genetic engineering. Roy Bennett was being investigated for roughing up a suspect.  Ryan Roselle was a star on the freshman squad at Ole Miss.  Lloyd Bennett was recuperating from a broken leg suffered when he ran his truck off the road.  There was some suspicion of alcohol abuse.  Darlene was still fat and pissed... her daughter Kelly was working part-time at a convenience store. 

Madison graduated UALR and was driving a new BMW too, a present from her proud parents.  Miko was a senior and the star cheerleader. And John and Leslie were still having fun with their two housemaids.  They kept thinking up new degradations they could subject the two hapless women to – all the while consoling themselves with the notion that they were “helping” them.  And poor Michelle and Akeema...they were once again “on the toboggan”!

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