July 23-24, 2014: Loaned to Betty and Frankie

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.