That night Rachel was awakened three times by her Master. Each time she was presented with another joint to puff on, followed by a coughing fit, then a cock to suck finally getting mounted until she orgasmed repeatedly, got herself filled with spunk, then allowed to drift back to sleep.
The first time she taken on her back, her legs spread. The next time Jamal positioned her on her knees, fucking her to the point she was so exhausted she fell face first into her pillow. The third time he pulled her on top of him and she slid his black rod into her pink slit letting it fill her completely. Then she rode him bouncing up and down to one orgasm after another until he signaled his satisfaction with her efforts with a loud grunt and the telltale throbbing that signaled another load being deposited in her unprotected reproductive organ.
Rachel groaned, pitched forward, and collapsed panting onto his chest. He smiled as he felt her slight weight in top of him. He listened as her breathing slowed and she shivered as his softened manhood slipped out of her and fell limply on the mattress.
After a few hours rest Rachel was awakened by a slap on her small round ass. Jamal handed her a cigarette and she lit it. She took a deep breath and exhaled a cloud of smoke. She felt foggy and admitted to herself what she really needed was some more of that wonderful white powder.
“Get up and make me some breakfast” her master ordered.
“Yes sir” she sighed as she struggled to her feet. She stumbled across the room and turned as she leaned against the door. “Um Master? You really wore me out last night. I, well, I could really use a pick-me-up, you know, sir?”
“Maybe after breakfast” Jamal smiled.
‘Please master, I, I really need some. I promise I’ll do anything. You know how good I can make you feel, sir” she pleaded.
Jamal enjoyed listening to her beg. He enjoyed seeing what he had done to her. He liked listening to her beg, and wondered what she would do once he wasn’t around to feed the habit he had forced on her. For her part Rachel would do anything to get a little energy.
“Come here” he said sitting up and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. Rachel hurried over elated at the thought that she would get her pick me up. “On your knees” he ordered.
Rachel fell to her knees and leaned forward knowing what to do. She opened her mouth and took his dark organ between her lips. Running her tongue over his head she felt him harden in her mouth. She could taste herself on him, a reminder of last night’s activities. She bobbed up and down for a few minutes before taking him down her throat. She was proud of not gagging as she swallowed it past her esophagus.
“OK, I’m going to fuck you up the ass now” he said as his cock popped up from her neck and back into her mouth. “Then you are going to make me some breakfast and maybe, maybe, I’ll give you a little taste.”
Rachel stifled a disappointed groan as he pulled her to her feet and bent her over the bed. She tried to relax anticipating the pain that was about to be inflicted on her abused asshole. She groaned as he worked himself inside and soon she was grunting in time to his thrusts. Finally, he moaned and held himself deep inside her as he jizzed into her bowels. He pulled out roughly eliciting a pained gasp from the petite blonde.
“I’m hungry” he said slapping her ass causing her to jump “I’m going to take a shower and breakfast had better be ready when I am done”
“Yes sir” she said sullenly and hobbled out of the room. Rachel struggled to focus, her exhaustion augmented by the sudden realization that she was very hungry, despite her growing anxiety. Her mouth was watering as she prepared them eggs and bacon. Two English muffins made their way into the toaster and with shaking hands Rachel lit a cigarette. She smoked nervously for a few minutes before she crushed it out and slowly stumbled around the kitchen and finished making breakfast.
When Jamal can]me down and started eating Rachel dug in and gulped down the food in front of her.
“Yeah that coke really kills the appetite doesn’t it?” Jamal asked.
“Yes, sir. I didn’t realize I was so hungry” she said finishing her plate. She hoped he would give her a fix now, but he just sat there slowly chewing his food. Rachel smoked a cigarette trying to calm her nerves. Finally he finished and pushed his plate into the center of the table.
He was enjoying watching Rachels nervous ticks as she began detoxing. It had been late morning yesterday when he had cut her off and he was enjoying watching her fidget and smoke as her brain screamed for more. He also knew she would keep playing nice with him no matter what he did. She was hooked and would do anything for another hit as she had said earlier. But she didn’t know just what “anything” would entail.
But first he would have to bait the hook for her. He ordered her to clean the kitchen. Afterword she was to go upstairs, give herself two enemas, clean the bathroom, change the sheets she had soiled last night, insert the medium butt plug and take a shower. The list seemed endless to her.
“Yes, sir” she said as she began clearing the table. “You know what would help me get this done better, sir?” She hinted.
“You need a bump?”
“Yes please. Then I will get everything done super well. Especially getting my ass ready, sir” she purred seductively. She thought he wanted to see her as a slut wanting to get fucked. She was wrong. He wanted to see her broken.
“Black cum goes in white pussy” he intoned.
“What, sir?” She asked, confused.
“I said black cum goes in white pussy. Do you know why you’re cleaning yourself inside and out? Can you guess why you are going to come back here with a butt plug wedged up you ass?”
Something about his tome made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. It felt like a storm was once again gathering. This is not how she thought he’d react. She tried not to panic at his reaction, and it took everything she had to continue. Thinking this was a test she had the perfect answer she said calmly:
“I didn’t wonder why because it didn’t matter. You told me what to do so I was going to do it, sir.”
“Do you want to know why? Clear the table and I’ll tell you.” He said lighting a cigarette and going into the other room. Rachel scurried around cleaning as fast as she could in her weakened state. She had washed and dried the table by the time he returned with the mirror and the bag of white powder. Rachel surprised herself when she realized she was a little disappointed that Jamal didn’t bring the needle. He began cutting out line while Rachel struggled to complete the task of cleaning the kitchen. She noticed he had cut one skinny line which he then cut into two very skinny lines and waited until she was done with her chore before motioning her to sit down.
“Do you know what your problem is?”
“Well, you turned me into a coke head for one, Sir. I want it so bad I feel like I’m gonna go crazy if I don’t get some in me soon. Do you have any idea how hard it was to clean up in here looking at that little bag. Every second was like an eternity, Sir.”
“Yeah I did do that” he smiled sheepishly “but that ain’t your problem. Your problem is that you haven’t come to grips with your confusion. You should have seen yourself last night. You looked so angelic as you came all over my cock. Sometimes your eyes would scrunch closed, others they would be wide as saucers, and a few times they were wide open, but your pupils were rolled up into your head. You’ve been denying yourself that pleasure for how many days now? Why?
“Because you don’t believe what you say. You don’t think I should pleasure you. You don’t believe that we are equals. You don’t really believe in social and racial justice. You just want to get this over with as soon as possible. But I think you want to believe it. You just need something to bring it home to you. I told you I was going to knock you up. And that’s what I am going to do because that’s what you need. You need to see how your people are towards us. How you are towards us. A black baby should make you understand. And you will know you’ve really changed when you want that understanding too.
“You’re going to be wearing a butt plug until I’m gone, because I don’t want to be tempted to waste another load in that pretty ass of yours. Every nut is getting busted in that pussy of yours. Because…..” he trailed off holding the straw enticingly. Rachel understood
“Black cum goes in white pussy” she said.
“Why?”
Rachel didn’t hesitate. She would have to play along. She was in for the duration; she would do anything she had to to make it easier on herself. This was more of the same lie she had been telling him for a while.
“Because you are trying to get me pregnant. Because I need to understand how my attitudes affect the people around me. And our child will help me to do that” she said. Still, some of the things he said struck a little close to home. She didn’t think she was racist. But maybe he was right. For a brief second, she thought maybe having a baby with this man wouldn’t be such a bad idea. She didn’t realize that her defenses had started to crack as Stockholm Syndrome began to set in.
“I’ll give you what you want. Then you’re going to finish your chores. Then I’m going to give you what you need” he said as he handed her the straw. The two lines disappeared up her nose in a flash.
With a fresh jolt of electricity energizing her, Rachel scurried downstairs to get the clean sheets. Then she ran upstairs and started her first enema. She groaned as the bag emptied and the cramping set in. With shallow breaths Rachel stood up and felt her water filled guts shift inside her. The she sat down and began expelling the water. Twenty minutes later she was done, and she went out to change the sheets.
Periodically she would sprint back to the bathroom as more water flowed down and began to put pressure on her sphincter. When she was done, and the bed was made she went back to the bathroom and emptied a second enema into herself. She was in pain from the bloated belly and cramps, but she held it in for ten minutes. By the time all the water had been eliminated it was clear and she knew she was clean back there. After a quick shower she lubed up the medium butt plug. It was about six inches long but not too thick. It had six large ribs that hurt as she worked it in. The last rib slid in and Rachel paused as she readied herself for the final assault. She groaned as the largest part of the plug fought to stretch her asshole to the max. Finally, the apex passed her sphincter, and the last inch was sucked into her digestive tract.
Rachel shivered and panted as the shock passed through her. Presently she stood up, groaning, and took a step, but there was an uncomfortable fullness, and her gait was slowed, and her hips forced to pivot outward as she felt the intruder inside her. She took the steps one at a time as she thought she would shoot the butt plug out on her way down. Soon she stood in front of Jamal, and he motioned for her to sit. She sighed as she felt the plug shift inside her as her weight was realigned.
She was glad to see the fixing kit was out and she was hungry for another taste. She took to the needle and after the drugs hit her brain she leaned forward and grabbed a cigarette offering one to Jamal before she lit his and then hers. They lay there smoking and watching TV for a while. Soon Jamal sparked a joint and took a few hits before having Rachel finish it.
Her mind was foggy when she felt her head being pulled toward his crotch. Instinctively she opened her mouth and began to slowly pleasure him. She didn’t try to take him down her throat concentrating on licking and sucking on the head. Jamal reached over and began playing with the butt plug. She squeaked as he pulled the first rib out of her ass, then gasped as he forced it back in.
Her jaw was beginning to hurt as her hair was pulled up and she found herself bent over the arm of the couch. Soon Jamal was fucking her slowly and she groaned pleasurably. He had learned how she liked to be fucked. He began fucking faster as his cock rubbed over the sensitive tissue deep inside her. In addition to that she was constantly buffeted by the waves of new sensations from the thin membrane that separated the ribbed but plug from the cock that was slipping in and out of her passion lubed pussy.
“I’m gonna cum. Where do you want my nut, bitch?”
“Black cum goes in white pussy” Rachel gasped.
“Why?” He demanded.
“Because I need to get pregnant. I need to have a black baby. I neeed…to…..OHH AAAHHH..learn my place….as a….OHGOD. Give me your nut. OOOOWWW. I’m so…..UUUNNNNG…..close. Don’t stop. Give it to me…….pleaaAAAAHHHHHSSSSHHHIIIITTTT” Rachel screamed as her orgasm raced through her. Rachel’s walls quivered around Jamal’s cock causing him to shove it balls deep and fill her with his life-giving sperm. They panted for a few minutes before Jamal pushed back and pulled his cock out of her.
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