Wednesday morning, Karen called and said she'd be home around noon
and have her lunch ready. When she arrived, she had me bring her the toy bag,
got out the ropes and tied my wrists behind me. She sat me in a kitchen chair
and roped my upper body to the chair. She set the kitchen timer for an hour and
told me when it goes off, expect things to happen, that someone would be by
later. Without further explanation, she blindfolded and gagged me and left.
Listening
to the slow tick tick tick of the timer, I waited in nervous anticipation,
wondering what evil she’d concocted. When it dinged, I became more nervous. For
a while, nothing happened. Then I heard car doors shut and someone entering
through the front door, then footsteps and a surly black woman's voice say
"you da bitch we gonna fuck." Another voice made some remark that I
was older than advertised but still might be fun. Hands pulled my nipples, fondled
my tits and pressed fingers against my cunt. I was about to explode. They
untied me from the chair and walked me into the garage. They opened the garage
door opened, pulled a car in and stuffed me into what I discerned was the back
seat, laying me across the seat and fastening seat belts across me to hold me
in place.
After
closing the garage door, they drove away, me in a sense of terror and fright,
listening to words exchanged between them about the whore in the back. We drove
for what seemed like forever until the vehicle turned down a bumpy road, then
turned onto gravel and stopped. They got me out of the back seat, walked me
barefooted across gravel, up a few steps and presumably into a house.
I was
frantic, my heart pounding, my cunt oozing. They led me through this place and
pushed me, still blindfolded, gagged and arms tied, onto a bed. I heard sounds
that indicated clothes coming off. They removed the gag. One of them said,
"suck me bitch" then pushed a moist cunt at my mouth. I sucked some
woman off, then another pussy was at my mouth and I ate her until she orgasmed.
One of them said for an old whore, I was as good as advertised. The other said
something about for the money they paid, I damn well better be.
One woman
said for me to listen up. She told me they'd rented me overnight and if I
behaved, they'd take me back the following day but if I gave them any trouble
then it wouldn't happen that way and there'd be some serious shit going down,
did I understand? I told her I did. She reiterated they'd paid for what she
called "unlimited privileges."
One of
them removed the blindfold and I stared at two naked black women I'd never laid
eyes on before. The woman doing the talking introduced herself as Betty, the
other as Frankie Whether these were their real names or not I have no idea.
Betty was tall and thick, large breasts, wide hips, thick muscular legs and
straightened hair. Frankie was a plus size with the classic bubble butt, huge
pendulous breasts and stretch marks. Both were probably in their late
30s. The bedroom we were in was small and modestly furnished. I was on an
iron-framed bed.
Betty
told me bringing me here like this was Karen’s idea and if I didn't like it I
could take it up with her.
Betty
said we were in her house in the country and Frankie lived nearby. With my
hands still tied behind me, she led me around the small house, two bedrooms,
one bathroom, a living room and kitchen. An old wooden garage out back, woods
beyond, and no houses close though I could see another small brick house
several hundred yards away. She laughed that we were well isolated from nosy
neighbors, that there weren't any damn white people out here and I shouldn't
get the idea that I could exactly go anywhere if I didn't like it here. I got
the point. I saw an older minivan parked behind a Buick in an attached carport.
I presumed they'd used the minivan to bring me here.
Betty
opened a bottle of Crown Royal, poured a couple of glasses and mixed it with a
splash of Pepsi. She drank some then tilted it to my lips. I said I didn't want
anything. She slapped my face and told me she was trying to be nice and to
drink the fucking drink or she'd stick the bottle up my ass. I guzzled it down.
Then she poured another one and told me to drink it. I did.
I noticed
my toy bag on the kitchen counter and Frankie pulling things out. When they
found the strappy, they laughed about it being a whore’s best friend. Betty
said she understood I took this thing up the ass. I shuddered.
Betty
told me she never had a chance to fuck white women and she intended to make the
most of it. Abruptly, she said, now let's fuck some more. They pushed me face
down across the kitchen table, pulled my legs apart and lubed my hole. Then it
began. Betty penetrated my ass and began shoving her hips against my butt. My
cries elicited her laughter. Frankie held my head against the table while Betty
fucked my ass. Frankie waited her turn and also took my ass while they uttered
a few choice words about me, never imagining they'd be so lucky as to fuck a
damn white bitch in the ass. They said Karen clued them in about what I could
take. They turned me over on the table, spanked my cunt, then Frankie fucked me
to a cumm. By now what was a sunny day had given way to a torrential rain. They
took turns going to the bathroom to pee and poured themselves another drink,
commented on the rain and jive talked about me.
I also
needed to pee and asked to use the bathroom. Betty said she didn't allow white
bitches to pee in her commode, that I could go outside where bitches pee. She
opened the back door off the kitchen and motioned to the yard. I pleaded that
it was raining but she said get your fucking ass out there if I wanted to pee.
Having no choice, I went down three steps into the rain, squatted and peed. I
came back into the house soaked.
After the
rain stopped, Frankie said she'd have to get home soon to fix her old man
supper when he came home from work, but she'd hoped to be back later tonight,
or if not, certainly tomorrow morning. She wanted another pussy suck before she
left, pulled my head to her pussy and I licked her off. She patted my cunt and
told me she'd see me later.
Betty
asked if I got the gist of this, that I was pretty much in the middle of
fucking nowhere. I assured her that I had no intentions of going anywhere;
would she please untie my hands. She thought about it but didn't want me
to run away. I told her that in the side pocket of my toy bag was a set of
slave chains that a former black mistress bought years ago which are rarely
used. (If you recall, Tisha bought them years ago. Ankle cuffs connected by
about 12-15" of thin chain, a similar set for the wrists and the two sets that
can be connected by about 30" of thin chain.)
She found
them and put them on me, hands in front of me. She liked that and told me to
cook her some supper, what was in the refrigerator, including tomatoes and okra
from her garden. I fixed her fried pork chops, mashed potatoes and stewed
tomatoes and okra. After she ate, I ate the leftovers and cleaned her
kitchen.
Betty
shared few details of her life other than she was divorced, no kids, and
generally despised white people. All her life white women tried to fuck her
over, now she liked the idea of fucking one to even the score. It's not the
first time I've heard that story, as you know. She told me to eat her pussy
again. I did and brought her off again
I asked
her how she found me and referring to Karen, she said a friend of a friend and
that "lotsa people know ‘bout you." Frankie called as said she
couldn't get away and cursed her old man but she'd see me tomorrow. Betty took
me to bed and fucked my cunt. While she did, another thunderstorm came and
around 9:00, the power went out. Betty cursed about that. Though I was still in
the chains, she still cuffed one ankle to the footboard because she wanted to
be sure I was still here in the morning. I was like, where would I go, but I
didn't argue. I was at least grateful to be sleeping in a bed.
Thursday
morning I woke and waited for her to stir. She unlocked the ankle cuff and sent
me outside to "do my business" behind the garage while she
watched.
I fixed
her breakfast and asked for a shower. She denied it, told me where I'd find the
garden hose behind the house, gave me a bar of soap and told me to wash up.
Reluctantly, I went out and did. Cold showers don't thrill me but at least I
was somewhat clean. She watched every minute of what I did then gave me an old
towel to dry off. We went to bed and I ate her again.
Frankie
came back around 10:00. Betty showed her what the bitch was hiding in the bag,
namely the slave chains. She was ecstatic and said it was perfect but bitched
that I hadn't mentioned them before. She went through the bag again to be sure
there wasn't anything else they'd overlooked. When she found the butt plug she
said I'd been holding out on them and slapped me. She lubed my ass and plugged
me.
I couldn't
figure it out. I hadn’t held out on them but I recalled that when they'd find
something, like the strappy, they'd stop, use it and not keep searching through
my bag, which has several individual compartments. None of that mattered to
them, though. Frankie accused me of denying them fun. Betty called Karen and
bitched to her about it. When she hung up, she said Karen told them I was their
bitch and just beat my ass.
Betty
said let’s talk; she wanted to know everything about me from my mouth, not from
Karen’s. Again, I found it odd that this talk hadn't occurred earlier
yesterday. I concluded that these two were amateurs at using, controlling or
dominating, whatever you want to call it, and their main interest was in
getting cumms and fucking me. I’d started relating my history when Karen called
back and talked to Betty, then had her give me the phone. She told me these
gals paid her $500 for the overnight and I better not fuck it up. I told her it
wasn't me. She said she didn't care, deal with it and give the phone back to
Betty. They went into another room to talk to Karen then came back saying Karen
told them I had a blog and she sent the link. I thought, oh fuck, here we go.
Betty
opened her laptop and followed the link Karen sent to my blog. They sat at the
table and read. I couldn't see the screen but they hollered, “look at this,
read this” and so on while I squirmed in dread. After reading, they went into
the living room and talked in hushed voices. When they came back they said,“nice
girl time is over.”
They
removed the wrist chains and the chain connecting them to the ankle chains.
Betty roped my wrists behind me, tied my tits, added a rope around my waist and
ran several strands through my cunt and ass slit, pulling it tight forcing the
plug deeper inside me. She added nipple clamps and weights. Carrying my bag,
they marched me out the back door, opened the old wooden doors to the
dilapidated, dirt floor garage and led me inside. Old junk and boards were
everywhere. They stripped and forced my face into Betty's pussy. I ate her
then Frankie before she turned and spread her huge ass cheeks. I tongued her
while Betty beat my back with my short whip and her belt. Admittedly, I was
exhilarated when Frankie turned and rubbed her cunt off on my face. Betty
grabbed my hair and pulled me to her ass; I worked my face between her ass cheeks
and licked her while Frankie beat me. When she had enough, she kicked me to the
dirt floor and pissed on me, Frankie followed then pushed me around in the
dirty residue.
They
picked me up, untied my hands and put leather cuffs around my wrists, connecting
them in front of me then tied my wrists to an overhead rafter. Betty beat me with
her belt then said “this is the kind of shit you get into, isn't it!” I nodded.
She said, "say it!" I said it. She said Karen told them to read in
the blog about the weekend years ago in her grandmothers old house, Daphne's
garage, Mavis basement and some other stuff to see how fucked up I was. Then
she said to tell them it didn't matter if they beat me, twisted the clamps on
my nipples until I was almost crying and shouted they could beat me. Frankie
cursed and spit in my face. Both of them unloaded on me, whipping my tits until
they knocked the clamps off, flailed my ass, cunt and thighs until I was crying,
slobbering and yelling. Betty told me to scream my head off that nobody was
around to hear me anyway. They called me a worthless piece of white trash and
about every derogatory and racist name they could think of. They beat me until
I was begging them to stop, yet knowing they wouldn't but I pleaded anyway.
When they finally did, I was wreck inside and out.
Betty
said that according to Karen, at one time I thought I was better than black
women, did I feel that way now. I told them no, I wasn't, I was a slave to
black women. Betty nodded it’s good to hear a white woman admit that.
They went
back in the house to cool off. I noticed their bodies were glistening in sweat
that perversely accentuated my lust for them and the situation. They closed the
wooden doors and left me. Without any breeze, the garage became an oven and
sweat rolled off me.
I thought
about the bizarre twist this ‘loan out’ took this morning and Karen's
intervention. I knew I hadn’t tried to deceive them; I chalked it up to their
lack of experience and understanding and that I was an unknown entity to them. Yet,
I kept thinking about the sweaty sheen on their naked bodies and how much it
excited me. It’s never had that effect on me before.
They
returned. I have no idea how long they were gone. Betty said they talked to
Karen again. They picked up the whip and hit me again a few times, asking me if
that felt good, I said I wanted it, I didn’t care. Frankie whipped my pussy
until I screamed in ecstasy. She said that maybe my titties needed some more,
too. She beat them and chewed on my nipples until I begged her to make me cumm.
She tugged the rope through my cunt and hit my slit some more until I came. I
remember her saying, “bitch, you are bad.”
They cut
me down and pushed me to the dirt floor on my back. They stripped naked and
pissed on me again, this time more in the face and mouth. Betty said they read
the blog about me being a toilet and a shit whore. I cringed, knowing there was
nothing to stop them. She squatted over my cunt but couldn’t shit. Frankie knew
she probably couldn’t since she emptied her bowels earlier that morning.
Betty went
to the house, came back with the strappy and said they intended to at least
fuck a piss-covered whore. They untied me and removed the plug. Frankie held my
legs up and rammed my cunt until I came. She passed the strappy to Betty who
did the honors of holding my hips up and fucking my ass. They rolled me over
and I sucked off both of them then licked sweat off their perspiring bodies. I
sensed we were short on time and I was almost sorry.
They took
me to the back of the house and told me to clean up with the hose while they
showered inside. When I came inside, it was nearly 3:00. I put things back in
my toy bag. They tied my hands behind me and ushered me out to the minivan, put
me prone on the seat and drove me back to Karen’s.
Karen was
waiting and opened the garage door. They transferred me from the van to the
house and talked with her briefly then left. Karen untied me and said I might
see them again, particularly now that they understood what kind of a cunt I
was. It mainly depended if they could pay for me again. I told Karen I tried my
best with them and had not deceived them. She said she knew, that she'd thought
she'd explained before they took me but they didn't get it. I told her about the
beating and fucking in the garage. She said she told them to do it.
She told
me to clean up. I sent you a quick note and showered.
