Maureen looked down at the floor, at her feet in the heels, at her painted toenails. She remembered how she’d hoped Travis would like the bright red color. Finally, she lifted her head and looked directly at Silvie, “Yes, I guess I do. I guess I do belong to Travis now.”
“Then you better look good for him and them others.”
“Yes.” Maureen reapplied the eye make up. She paused, staring into the mirror. She said, almost to herself, “I don’t know why it is, but I want to please him.” She coated her lips with the bright red lipstick and then the gloss. She looked into the mirror again and repeated, “I want very much to please him.”
“Got to take the gown off. Got to be naked for them,” Silvie said. Embarrassed to undress in front of Silvie, she unzipped the gown and stepped out of it. “I got to say,” Silvie exclaimed, “for a woman with two kids you got a body like a kid yourself!” She picked up the collar and began to fasten it around Maureen’s neck, “Soon as word gets out about Travis’ new piece, he gonna be the most popular dude in Riverton.” She pulled the collar tight and buckled it. She stepped back and shook her head approvingly, “You a tiny little thing but got fine legs and a nice round ass. Titties are smallish, but I ain’t never seen such long nipples and smooth too.” She clipped the leash to the collar. Maureen looked up at her. Silvie nodded again, “Tonight’s just the beginnin. You gonna be suckin and fuckin more black cock than you ever dreamed of.”
Maureen’s eyes widened, “You don’t mean Travis would…would…”
Silvie laughed, “What you think, Mrs. O’Donnel? You ain’t his fuckin girlfriend. You his whore!”
“But I didn’t think….”
Silvie cut her off, “That’s the trouble with white bitches. They don’t think.” She stopped at the door and turned to Maureen, “You should know you made a bad mistake when you told Sammy to suck his own dick. He’s the ugliest man in Riverton. He ain’t never had a women so he hates all women. He’s as mean as he is ugly. Been in jail for beaten on women.” She looked down at Maureen and shook her head sadly, “You made yourself a bad ass enemy.”
Maureen touched the collar that was tight around her neck. “I’m afraid, Silvie, not only of him but of all of them. Do I have to go to them like this….naked?” She felt herself blushing. “I’ve never been naked in front anyone except my husband and…that one time with Travis.”
Silvie took the end of the leash, “Ain’t that what your man told you to do? Didn’t he say come out naked?”
“Yes.”
“Well then?”
“I’ll do what he said.”
Silvie led her down the hall through the empty dining room and into the living room. Maureen kept her head bowed and her eyes lowered. Her heels clicked on the hardwood floor. She felt her nipples stiffen and cheeks burning with shame. The men whooped and hollered. “Damn!” Linc shouted, “ain’t many women look better with their clothes off than with them on, but she sure do!”
“Hey, bitch!” Sammy yelled, “you change your fuckin mind about suckin my dick?”
Not looking at him, Maureen nodded. Silvie gave the leash to Travis. “Answer the man,” he said.
“Yes, I changed my mind,” Maureen, her head still bowed, said. She gasped as Travis ran his finger along her slit. He held it up and the men laughed. “She’s juicy,” he said, “my little white bitch is real juicy.” He tilted her head up forcing her to look into his mocking eyes, “You’re all hot and wantin to suck, ain’t you babe?”
She knew how she had to answer, “Yes, honey, I’m hot and…and wanting to suck.”
Travis pointed to the bag on the table, “You know what’s in there?”
Maureen had forgotten about it. Surely he wouldn’t make her take them out here in front of everyone. “Robert brought it. I didn’t see what’s…”
“But you fuckin know,” Travis voice rose, “and you better take them out of the fuckin bag and pick one and tell us what it’s for.”
Without looking up, Maureen emptied the plastic bag. A tube of KY jelly and three black vinyl anal plugs of graduated sizes rolled onto the table. She felt her face grow beet red. She handed Travis the KY and the smallest of the plugs.
“Look at the boys and tell them what you want me to do with it.”
They were grinning at her. She tried to avoid their eyes, “I’d like Travis to put it…to put it in me, in my…my anus.”
“Anus!” Sammy yelled. “What the fuck is anus?”
Maureen bowed her head, “Put it in my ass,” she said.
Travis took her arm and turned her to face him. “Why do my baby want a butt plug up her pretty asshole? Tell me nice, baby, say it nice to your main man.”
When he spoke to her like that she felt waves of heat wash over her. She looked up at him, her eyes misty, “Please, honey,” she said, “I want you to open me so that I can soon take you there. Take your cock in my ass.”
He turned her around toward the others, “We ain’t just talkin about my dick are we, baby?”
She lowered her head again, but Travis squeezed her arm hard. She raised it and looked at the men, “When I’m ready, when Travis has opened me enough, his friends can take me there….take me in my ass.”
One of the men, a big heavy set older man, she hadn’t seen before frowned, “But you’re a young married white woman with kids at home. You say you want to give up you’re fine white ass to the black man?”
She felt Travis grip on her arm tighten again. “Yes, that’s what I want. I want to give my ass to the black man.”
They yelled and laughed. “Hey Trav,” Sammy shouted, “the sooner you get started with them plugs, the sooner we be fuckin that beautiful white ass!”
“I spect it take maybe a week before she ready for me. After I take her sweet cherry ass, she be able to do any of you.”
“That’s for damn sure,” Silvie said. Everyone laughed again.
Travis took Maureen’s arm again. “Bend over the table and stick your ass up.” She did as he said. He ran his huge calloused hands over her ass cheeks and trailed his fingers along her crack. She trembled and suppressed a groan. Travis smiled as he continued to stroke her ass. “Won’t be long before you be wantin a black cock slidin in and out of your little pink asshole.” He leaned closer and whispered to her, “Won’t be long till you be wantin an ass fuck all the time. Ain’t that right, baby?”
She nodded, “Yes, honey. I’ll be open for you and…and the others. I’ll want it all the time.”
He pushed the nozzle of the KY tube through her tight rosy sphincter. She gasped as he squeezed the jelly into her opening. Carefully he eased the smallest plug into her. She winced and cried out but remained bent over the table until only the flat round disk at the base of the plug was visible. Travis pulled her up, “From now on you do this yourself. By the middle of next week I want to see the big one up there, you know?”
She nodded, “Yes, honey, I’ll do it. I promise.”
“You want me to fuck your ass? You want to give your virgin ass to your black lover?”
She looked up at him, “I want you to fuck my ass. I want to give my virgin ass to you.”
Travis patted her head, “That’s good, baby. You learnin. Now, what did I promise the brothers you was gonna do for them?”
“You said I was going to suck them, suck their cocks.”
“Well, then we ought to get on with it. What do you think?”
“Yes, honey. We should get on with it.”
Sammy had rolled out a thin, filthy futon mattress on the floor. Ari had taken an expensive digital camera out of his camera bag. He held it up looking at Travis, “We gonna take some before, during, and after, right Trav?”
Maureen turned toward him horrified, “No!” she cried. She turned back to Travis, “Oh, God, Travis, please…no photographs!
He grinned at her and pointed to the video cameras attached to the ceiling. “We had a couple of these in the dining room. You’re already in the movies, so wha
t’s a few pictures gonna matter?”
It felt as if her heart had dropped into her stomach. They had tapes that could be used to control her, to blackmail her, to force her to do whatever they wished for as long as they wished. And now they meant to add photographs. “Please, please, Travis…don’t.”
He grinned at her, “You ain’t got it yet do you? You is my whore. That’s what you agreed to. That’s what you said. Now, a man’s whore got to go out whorin for him. That’s what she does. Tonight, you givin it away. But from now on the brothers in Riverton has got to pay. Most times they want to see up front what they goin be payin for. These pictures we taken tonight gonna show them how pretty you is. It’s like publicity, you know.” Everyone laughed.
Maureen shook her head, “No...no…I can’t... what you say is impossible.”
Travis yanked down on the leash causing her to cry out and fall to her knees. “You fuckin can and you fuckin will!” he shouted. “Less you wanna be gang raped and beat up, you crawl over there and lay down on the mattress and look pretty for the fuckin camera!”
Understanding that there was no escape now, and that she needed Travis’s protection, she crawled to the mattress. “Lay on your back and look up at the camera,” Travis instructed. “Do what Ali say.”
When Maureen looked up she saw that they had formed a circle around her. Ali moved so he straddled her body and pointed his camera down at her face. “Make like you’re gonna kiss,” he said. Maureen pursed her lips and flinched when the flash blinded her for a moment. “Now open your mouth like you was gonna suck a cock,” he directed. She parted her lips. “Wider,” he said, “it’s a big thick cock like Travis got.” They laughed. She opened her mouth wide. He took several shots from different angles and stepped back to include her body, telling her to turn, to sit up, to bend over. He ordered her to spread her legs and push two fingers into her vagina. Everyone could see how wet she’d become. As her fingers slid in, she gasped and closed her eyes. “Don’t you fuckin cum,” Travis said.
When it appeared that Ari had finished, Sammy squatted beside the mattress. “Get down on your back again, bitch,” he demanded. His face was set, his eyes hard and mean. Frightened, she quickly did as he said. Sammy looked around at the others and grinned. “I think we need bigger lips for our big black pricks…you know we need lips on our little white bitch that’s more like a black woman’s lips.” He looked at Travis for approval. Travis nodded. Silvie handed him a lipstick. He leaned over Maureen. “You hold still, you hear? I’m gonna give you a fuckin clown mouth, big fat red lips so we know where to shove our cocks.” Maureen’s eyes began to tear. She shot a glance at Travis whose face remained impassive. Sammy’s ugly face loomed over hers. “Ask me,” he said, “ask me to make your lips bigger and say please.”
In spite of the humiliation or perhaps because of it, she felt herself becoming even more aroused. “Please,” she whispered, “make my lips bigger.”
Roughly, Sammy drew a wide red outline around her full lips. Everyone laughed when he finished. He leaned back while Ari took more photographs. “Keep your mouth open,” Ari said. “Make it like it’s gonna be for our dicks.”
When he stepped away, Sammy bent over her again. “I think your lips should be even bigger. What do you think?”
“Yes, please make them bigger,” she said. The bright red circle he drew was even wider than the last one. Silvie held a mirror up so Maureen could see herself. The image was grotesque. As Sammy had said, he’d given her clown lips.
“Why did Sammy say he did that?” Silvie asked.
Maureen’s breathing was coming quickly. It took her a moment to answer, “He said he painted my lips bigger so he could…so all the men…all the black men could easily see where to put their…their…cocks.”
Sammy had taken off his pants and was squatting over her, almost sitting on her breasts. His thick black cock was just inches from her face. “You want me to fuck your mouth, little whore, tell me?”
Tears sprung to her eyes, “Yes, fuck my mouth,” she said, and opened it wide. He moved forward, pinning her arms with his knees. He used her mouth as if it were a cunt. She gagged and choked, but relentlessly he pushed the full length of his cock into her. She was forced to look up into his sneering face. When he came, he grabbed her head, pressing it tight against his crotch, forcing her to swallow his cum.
After he withdrew, he pulled his limp cock back against his stomach and positioned his testicles over her mouth. “Open wide, bitch, and suck them nice,” he said. His balls filled her mouth. The stench was suffocating. The flashes from Ari’s camera blinded her. Sammy grinned at the others, “She got a hot mouth, you know, and she’s movin her tongue around.”
After a few minutes, he rose up so that his sack swung back and forth several inches above her face. He grinned down at her, “I ain’t never had a white woman suck my balls before. Did you like that? Did you like suckin my balls?”
Her eyes flashed angrily, “No! I hated it! Hated it!”
Sammy quickly glanced at Travis, who nodded. He grabbed Maureen’s nipples and twisted them. Maureen screamed. He moved forward again, “That was the wrong fuckin answer,” he said. “Let’s hear the right one.”
Maureen shut her eyes, trying to hold back the tears, “I liked it. I liked sucking your balls,” she rasped.
“That’s better. Since you like to suck my balls, you can lift your head, bitch, and stick out your tongue and lick them.” When she tried, he’d rise so that his testicles were just out of reach of her tongue. Everyone laughed again. “I ain’t letting you up till you lick my balls,” he said. She tried over and over, struggling to lift her head, extending her tongue, but he kept just beyond her reach.
“Look at her!” He yelled, “You ever see a pretty white woman try so fuckin hard to lick a black man’s balls?” They were all laughing at her. She was becoming exhausted. Sammy stared down at her, “Beg,” he said, “tell me how much you like the way my black balls smell and taste.”
She struggled to speak, “Please,” she said, “please let me lick your black balls. Please, I want to. I love how they smell and taste.”
“You do it good?”
“Yes, I’ll do it good. Please.” He lowered himself so that she still had to lift her head several inches from the mattress. With the flat of her tongue, she licked his balls slavishly. Ari continued to take photographs.
After Sammy got up all the men except for Travis, knelt, one by one, over her and fucked her mouth. Each forced her to swallow his cum. When they finished using her, the lipstick was smeared over the lower part of her face. Her cheeks were streaked with tears and mascara. Her body was moist with sweat. She lay on her back, her eyes staring vacantly at the ceiling.
Travis nudged her with the tip of his shoe. “What you been drinkin?” he asked. She frowned not understanding the question. “You been drinkin cum.” He stated. “Black man’s cum. I expect you got a belly full of it.” She felt the gorge rise up in her throat and began to retch. Travis stepped back. “If you puke, you gonna eat it,” he said. Maureen swallowed hard and turned over on her side. She closed her eyes and heard the men leaving.
After awhile, Silvie helped her to stand. “You better get used to suckin black dick cause you gonna be doin a lot of it,” she said as she led Maureen to the stairs. They went down the hall to a small room off to the right. In it was a narrow cot a small table and a wooden stool. The only window was barred. Both the mattress and the single sheet were soiled. The room smelled of rotting garbage. Silvie pointed to a galvanized bucket in the corner. “If you need to pee or shit,” she said from the entrance. She closed the door. Maureen heard a key turn in the lock.
The plug in Maureen’s anus hurt. Her lips were swollen and sore. She could still taste their cum in her mouth. She smelled of their sweat. Her body ached everywhere. She wanted desperately to remove the plug but was afraid of what Travis might say.
She waited for him to come to her. It would be worth all o
f this, she thought, to feel his great cock inside her, to feel his weight on top of her, to feel his open mouth on hers.
After almost an hour, she heard his heavy step on the stairs. He was talking to someone. She heard Silvie’s voice, then the door to the room across the hall opened and closed. In a short while she heard the bed creaking and Silvie’s deep laughter followed in awhile by the sound of her scream as she came.
Maureen buried her head in the musty pillow and cried herself to sleep.
Chapter Five
In the morning Maureen woke to Silvie roughly shaking her. “Get your white ass outta bed. You gotta be lookin good for the Captain.”
Maureen struggled to a sitting position. “I can’t, Silvie. I’m so…so…tired, so ashamed. I want to go home.”
“Travis say you can go home this evening. It ain’t come clear to you yet, has it?”
Maureen looked down at her feet and remembered just two days ago she was a housewife and mother indulging herself by having a pedicure. “What hasn’t come clear to me, Silvie?” she asked without looking up, her voice listless.
“When you told Travis last night that you was his woman, you became his woman. You belong to him. It’s tighter than a fuckin marriage. That’s how it works. You is his now. Only way you is getting outta that is in a pine box, less Travis gets tired of you and throws you out.”
Maureen nodded. After a moment she turned to face the older woman, “I heard you last night. I heard you and Travis.”
“Yeah, I guess we was makin a ruckus. That Travis! He know how to satisfy a woman. The man can keep goin all night.” She shook her head smiling at the memory. She pointed toward the door. “Bathroom’s at the end of the hall. There’s a shower and some stuff to take that lipstick off. Fix up good. If you do the right things by the Captain and say what he want to hear, maybe Travis will fuck you today. That’s what you want, ain’t I right? Travis big cock is what you needin now?”
Maureen stood. “Yes, I suppose you’re right. That’s what I need.”
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