“Dirty bitch!” he croaked, “I’m going to- kill you-”. He could barely see Amanda through the fog in his eyes when he grabbed for her quickly. Her face went from smugness to fear as his hand wrapped around her hair and pulled hard. Instead of dragging her to the floor though, Ben felt himself losing balance and falling onto the foot of the bed. He couldn’t breathe at all now.
Gripping his chest he used the last of his strength to roll over onto his side, hoping to relieve the pressure on his body to take in as much oxygen as he could. He was having another heart attack, for sure, but this one felt different. His stomach was aching, his body sweating, his dick sticking out like a steel rod had been placed on it. The sex toy had fallen off and was humming alone on the floor as Ben stared at the black wig in his clenched hand.
“What’s wrong, Ben? Can’t get up?” the woman asked mockingly.
“What- did- me?” was all he could manage.
“Just a little concoction I dreamed up for you and put in your drinks all afternoon,” she said, her confidence returning now that the middle aged man was down for the count. “About five times the recommended dosage of Viagra along with a big helping of ‘X’, or Ecstasy as you might know it. A little cocaine too, just in case. Some other drugs that will never show up on an autopsy. That plus your heart medication probably doesn’t like any of this at all.”
He dropped the wig and swung his hand up to wipe his eyes and managed to get a better view of his seducer (attacker?). Straight blonde hair pinned up on the top, slightly disheveled from being under the hair piece no doubt. She looks so familiar, so damn familiar… The thought bounced around in his mind. “Who…?”
“You know, I wasn’t going to tell you who I was. I was just going to let you die knowing your sweet daughter and faithful wife had become a couple of black cock whores. But I think I’ve changed my mind. You see, I had to hide my hair because me and my sister Tina looked so much alike.”
Tina!? Oh dear God, it’s Tina’s older sister! He had met her once before at the country club but forgotten all about her. He had forgotten all about Tina the blonde bimbo to be honest. Once she was fired he got two phone calls from her asking for a loan and then she disappeared. Ben had figured that she had come to a reality check that she wasn’t needed anymore. Apparently she had blabbed everything to her older sister though. About the affair, about the ‘induced’ threesome with him and John, and about getting canned from the club.
Crystal’s identity had finally been revealed, although Ben couldn’t remember her name to save his life. Not that remembering it would have saved him anyway. She climbed on the bed behind him and slinked up behind him, wrapping her lubricated latex glove around his penis once more. Her other hand grabbed his hair and yanked back, forcing him to face the TV screen again. John tried to reach back and swat her away but it was useless. He couldn’t see the screen very well but he could hear the now-familiar cries of passion of Jenny as she was gangbanged. Were they the same men that had violated his wife? Were they different? Did Carol know what had happened to their daughter?
“Come on now, Ben. You should be very familiar with drugging people. You slipped a jimmy into my little sister’s drink when she told you she wasn’t interested in having sex. You and John Kinsley drugged and raped my sister, you sons of bitches. Tina was a sweet girl who for some delirious reason thought she loved you. I tried to explain that you were just a married piece of shit that didn’t care about her but she believed you cared about her. And what did you do to my sister? You raped her and got her fired and dumped her. You probably expected her to not remember anything, but she did. Rohypnol isn’t some fucking magic drug that wipes memories, asshole. She remembered everything you bastards did to her.
“Did you know she was sick? Did you know she needed that job for her insurance? After she lost her job she couldn’t pay her medical bills and I had to go strip on the side to try to keep up. Dancing for pieces of shit just like you. But the money was never enough. I couldn’t keep up with the meds and the treatments and the hospital bills…”
Crystal flicked his dick away which stood straight out as an arrow. He couldn’t see her but he could hear her crying behind him as he lay there helplessly.
“She died, and you are the reason,” the blonde girl continued through her weeping. “You and your pervert friend John Kinsley! I wanted to kill you both, to put a bullet in your fucking heads, but I knew it would never be enough. I wanted to destroy you, to rip your fucking families apart. To take them away from you so you would know what it was like to lose them. And what better way than to make them love the thing you hate the most?”
Ben rolled out of bed and fell onto the floor between the box spring and the plywood television hutch. The fall barely registered as pain compared to what was happening inside his chest. He tried calling for help but it came out as a whimper. Crawling, fingernails digging into the short fabric carpet, the dying man pulled himself across the floor toward the desk and the phone that was sitting right next to the TV.
Crystal wiped her eyes of the running mascara and cleared her throat. Climbing to her feet she walked over to where Ben was and knelt down. He was staring up at her panty that shone from underneath her short skirt and between the two knee high black leather boots.
“You know, Ben,” his tormentor spoke softly. He could barely hear her over the sounds of Jenny’s orgasmic screams coming from the television. “It didn’t take much to get your wife to fuck all those black men. She had already been watching interracial porn long before I ever got my hands on her. Hell, she had an affair with two men that I know of before I even spoke with her. And once your life insurance kicks in, Carol will be free to fuck as many black men as she wants. Maybe we’ll even have one of these parties in your house. Oh, you poor baby, think about that. All those disgusting black men fucking your wife in the bed where you were barely able to please her…”
He pulled himself another foot closer to the table and grabbed a hold of the squared wooden leg. Pulling hard, he struggled lengthen his reach to grab at the phone. If I can just get it off the receiver, somebody might come. Anybody.
“…And as for your sweet daughter, Jennifer? She was even easier. This video was her first night with a black man. But I can promise it won’t be her last. I’m going to make sure of it. Maybe I’ll have Carol and Jenny side by side, mother and daughter, fucking all these ‘jungle bunnies’ as you like to call them? That will definitely sell some videos for sure. Your daughter has an amazing career ahead of her for sure. But that won’t be nearly the end of it, Ben.
“Your little girl is going to fuck every nigger I can find for her. Her birth control pills? Ha! Those are going to get replaced with sugar pills. It won’t be long at all, Benny boy, before your daughter is carrying a black baby. A black baby and she won’t even know who the father is. And without you there to say anything, I am sure your slut wife Carol and Sarah and I can convince her to keep it.”
“No…” was all that managed to come out of his mouth. Ben’s hand reached up and his fingers just barely touched the edge of the phone. It toppled over and landed on the floor next to his face. If he could just press the operator button-
“It’s time to die, Ben.” There was a snapping sound as Crystal yanked the line out of the wall. Reaching into her purse, the blonde murderess pulled out a small vial and tapped some of the white powder onto her finger. The glove was covered in a mixture of lubricant and Ben’s cum, and the small amount of cocaine readily dissolved into the moisture. She wiped the drug laced goo up in his nostrils and the rest along his lips. Crystal scrunched up her face as she did, disgusted at having to put her finger up his nose despite the glove’s protection.
Ben couldn’t do anything but lay there and watch in horror, staring up at Crystal above him and the television that continued to play footage of Jenny surrounded by black men. His breathing was as shallow as it could be. His flesh was pale and sweaty. His cock still stood at attention.
Ben
could barely see anything clearly at this point but he knew her voice when Jenny spoke from between all the black flesh that surrounded her. “Who’s going to see this movie?” she asked, a strangely out-of-place moment of embarrassment as his daughter must have escaped her sexually induced fog long enough to have a spark of reason.
It was the last thing Ben Stanwick heard.
*******
Crystal sobbed quietly as she replaced the homemade porn disk with a store bought interracial DVD and pressed play. The black and white flesh mingled together on the screen as she scattered interracial magazines and DVDs across the bed and on the floor. She cleaned the plastic vagina out with her gloved fingers and wiped them on the pages and on the plastic cases and disks. The process was revolting but necessary. A tap-tap on the cocaine vial and the white powder was now on the pillow case and on the night stand. Crystal never touched the stuff but she knew plenty of men and women who did. It wasn’t hard to score the amount that she needed and nobody would ever squeal about a buyer. Besides, police were only interested in dealers.
Putting on a new pair of gloves, Crystal stepped over the dead body and packed the bondage equipment into her oversized bag. The old gloves were in her purse along with the DVD and its case. She then scoured the room for any evidence she might have left behind: blonde hairs, hairs from the wig, or things that might have fallen from her purse. She grabbed the glasses from the table and dumped those in her purse too. With the exception of the doorknobs they were the only things she touched with her bare hands.
Adorning the wig once more and fixing her makeup enough to cover up her crying, Crystal grabbed the wash cloth and wiped the bathroom handle off and then opened the door. She stepped out into the hallway and looked both ways. Nobody was there. She wiped the handle off and stuffed the wash cloth in with the rest of the evidence.
The elevator was a bad choice. It would take her past the front counter and whoever might be there. She didn’t want to be remembered, even with a wig on. Besides, it was later than she had planned and the lobby might be busier than normal. Ben had taken almost an hour to croak, and she had to wait to make sure he didn’t wake up. And so she sat, letting loose angry sobs and stifled curses as she watched her sister’s rapist breathe his last and his heart stop working.
Now Crystal’s heart was thumping as she walked down the hallway and toward the steps. If she remembered correctly, the steps would terminate by the back exit. Sure enough, they did. She used her hip to push the panic bar and the door swung open wide to the clouded light of early evening and the drizzle that lightly sprayed her. There were two men in a utility pick-up truck that whistled at her as she walked to the rental car Maurice had gotten for her. Crystal never looked their way and made a point to give them the back of her head. She looked like a prostitute, sneaking out the back door in slick black boots up to her thighs and the short leather skirt. That was fine with her, though. If anyone ever asked any questions, there would be no good description of her or her car.
It was a clean escape. One was most certainly down, and there was one more to go.
And here’s to you, Mrs. Pemberton
“Good morning, Mr. Pemberton,” Crystal cooed, stretching in bed on the silk sheets and sliding her naked body against Brian’s. She looked at him like a girl might look upon a trophy she had won after a long fought competition. In many respects, the redheaded teenager was a symbol of her victory. The man-boy had been taken in every respect; taken from his father’s name, taken physically, taken emotionally. She kissed him on the shoulder and patted his head.
“I’m off to take a shower. Make me some breakfast, please?” she requested.
Brian was rolled over on his side with his back to his new bride, his eyes tired and dark. Last night wasn’t a good night’s rest. In fact, ever since he got back from Las Vegas he hadn’t slept well at all.
It was over a month ago that he had gotten his vasectomy. Against the advice of several doctors, they finally found one that would perform the procedure and render the young man sterile. It was a permanent job, one that the doctor warned was a bad idea for somebody whose whole life was ahead of him. Still, with Crystal sitting side by side with him, Brian insisted on having it done. There was a snip-snip and he was out in less than an hour.
Once the swelling went down, Crystal made sure he went to work jacking his little pecker off as much as possible. The paperwork warned that there might be sperm left in his system and it was important to get over a dozen ejaculates performed before he could be tested. It didn’t take long and the test came back with a pleasing result - he was as sterile as a mule.
Then, in the cloak of darkness, Crystal and Brian eloped. The flight out to Las Vegas was aptly timed and the two were spared the drama when the police reported the untimely death of Ben Stanwick. Despite her best efforts it was ruled a suspicious death, but fortunately the suspect was a non-descript female with short jet black hair who was caught on the hotel’s camera system driving off in a Dodge Charger. Of course the married couple found out all of the details after they returned. While in Vegas, Brian remained blissfully unaware of his neighbor’s demise.
Instead, the nineteen year old had other more personal issues on his mind. The vasectomy was a flawless medical procedure but it left him with a sickening feeling in his gut. That feeling grew when he was signing his marriage certificate paperwork; in it he was relinquishing his family name of Kinsley and taking Crystal’s name of Pemberton. The female clerk raised an eyebrow to the matter but she had seen stranger things cross her desk. Hell, it was Vegas! What mattered this young couple if they wanted to buck tradition?
For a brief moment Brian was happy during the ceremony as he got into his rented tuxedo and strolled out into the Midnight Chapel. Crystal was as beautiful as could be, wearing a gorgeous wedding dress and a classic veil.
“Do I look pretty?” she asked her groom.
“You look fantastic,” he responded quickly. “When did you get the dress?”
“I borrowed it from your mother,” she smiled. “As it turned out it fits perfectly. We have the same bust size, can you believe it?”
“But I thought we weren’t telling anyone about us getting married. You told my mom?”
“Not really. I just asked her if I could borrow it and she said that was fine. Don’t look so worried, Bri. She was drunk and preoccupied by her new boyfriend at the time, so she probably doesn’t even remember it.”
“But-”
“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart.”
There the ceremony was witnessed by two black gentlemen that Crystal had met the previous night at one of the more exclusive clubs. The sickening feeling came like a tidal wave when he was told he could kiss the bride and she turned and gave her new husband her cheek. The tall black guy, Anton, already had his arm low around her waist as he kissed her hard on the lips. Brian’s surprised expression was joined by the gaping mouth of the older gentleman who married the couple and the shocked look on the next set of newlyweds who were waiting in the back of the chapel. The bride was covering her mouth, suppressing a snicker. She also gave Anton an up-n-down look as he passed. The other groom was shaking his head as Brian trailed his wife and her escorts.
Fuck you, buddy, Brian internalized. Your fiancé probably wants a black man too.
The shorter black guy (whose name Brian couldn’t remember) was their impromptu videographer. ‘Shorty’ as he referred to him later on laughed and slapped Brian on the back, calling him a “good sport” and an “alright guy” for treating his new wife so well.
Once in the honeymoon suite, the situation deteriorated further, with their private moment as husband and wife witnessed by Anton and Shorty. Crystal never even bothered to remove his mother’s wedding dress. Instead she hiked it up and removed her I LOVE BLACK COCK panties, tossing them at Shorty.
Brian lay in an ‘X’ shape on the bed, naked as the day he was born, his penis half erect as Crystal straddled his body. “Come on, honey, thi
s is your big night,” she coaxed him, grinding her pussy lips along his shaft. She tugged his cock to some extra stiffness and pushed his penis head between her lips.
“How does that feel, baby? I told you I was going to take your cherry. This is what you wanted, right?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Come on, husband. Make love me. Fuck me. Do me. Come on, Brian! What’s wrong?” She looked down and watched him flop out of slit and slap against his leg.
“I- I- I’m just a little nervous with the other guys here,” he whispered.
“Oh, come on, honey!” she snapped. “They are just here to capture our special moment. Are you getting all this, guys?” she asked as she turned and looked over her shoulder.
The other men were chuckling and pointing at the camera screen, “Yeah we got it. It ain’t much but we got it!” the laughter was audible.
Crystal turned back to her groom, “You don’t think they could fuck me nice and hard with you here? I bet they could. Why can’t you do the same?”
“I don’t know,” Brian mumbled, sitting up in the king sized bed and pulling himself into a ball. With his hand over his mouth, Brian couldn’t even look Crystal in the eye when he acquiesced to what was inevitable, “I guess it’s because I’m not enough of a man.”
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