by Damien Dsoul
“I’m sorry but I can’t have any of th-”
WHACK!
Ms. Jenn smacked his cheek with her riding crop, stunning him into silence.
“Who the fuck asked you to speak, slave?” she spat and then turned to Charmaine who was getting out of his tuxedo outfit. “Didn’t you inform this pathetic fool who I am and what my rules are?”
“I did mention a bit of it beforehand, my Mistress. Do forgive him. He’s new at this and needs some lessons from you.”
Howard again attempted to speak. “Hold on now, I don’t want any of this no-”
WHACK!
The crop landed on his head hard enough to make him yelp. He attempted rising to his feet but Ms. Jenn pushed him back to remain as he was.
“Don’t you fucking play cute with me, you white pathetic slug of shit. Don’t dare think I’m just some ordinary woman you’re looking at either. I’ve got the muscle and skills to break your arms right here and now if I so want to. Do you want to test me, bitch-boy?”
Howard massaged the spot where she had hit him, too stunned and weary to put up a fight or counter her words. Charmaine discarded his last item of clothes and stood naked in his stockings. His feminine tits stood prominent but a little saggy; his penis was nothing but a lifeless stub.
Ms. Jenn turned away from Howard for a moment. When she returned, she was wielding a ten-inch black dildo in her hand. Howard’s eyes lit with apparent fright as his mind conjured up eerie images of whatever she intended with that contraption. All instinct told him to race out of the room (already he recognised it as the same room he and Ted had suffered under the hands of the black men from last time), praying the woman would not exercise further wrath upon him.
“Let me clue you in on a little lesson in manners, bitch-boy,” she stroked the dildo and licked its penis-shaped head before aiming the dildo at him. “Open your mouth, slave!”
Howard parted his lips upon her command. His eyes stared at the looming tip of the dildo as she drew closer towards him. Howard was unaware of Charmaine coming behind him and was appropriately caught by surprise when Charmaine wrapped his arm under his chin in a strong headlock. Howard yelped in surprise and struggled against him but Charmaine’s hold was too powerful. He pressed his thumb against Howard’s cheek, forcing his mouth to open wide.
“That’s a good boy,” the Mistress jammed the dildo into his mouth.
Howard choked and gurgled with hurt as she thrust the dildo further into his mouth. The dildo felt rough; he inhaled a distinct foul odour coming from it. Howard tried wrenching himself from Charmaine’s grip but it was futile. The Mistress warned him not to stop. He did as instructed and worked his lips around the dildo, afraid of how far she might force it on him should he give any hint of disobedience.
“That’s a good bitch boy. Has this slave ever sucked a black man’s cock before?”
“He has, my Mistress,” Charmaine said. “The last time he was here.”
“Excellent. No wonder he’s looking like he’s enjoying my dildo. You are enjoying my dildo aren’t you, slave?”
Howard grunted and nodded while still forcing the dildo down his throat.
“Are you going to be a good boy and show me how you worshipped that black cock? Nod your head, bitch-boy.”
Howard responded accordingly.
Ms. Jenn retrieved the dildo. Charmaine let go of Howard who then fell forward grunting, coughing and sputtering phlegm on the carpet; his feature was all red. Howard, to his surprise, picked up the dildo and stuck it back into his mouth. Ms. Jenn and Charmaine stood back and watched him slobber over it like a dog would over bone.
“That’s it,” she cooed. “Keep sucking that dildo, bitch boy. Another lesson you should learn, all white boys are bitch boys who love nothing but to worship black cock.”
Howard was unaware how long he continued doing that until the Mistress’s voice cracked like a whip.
“Stop! ”
Howard did stop, letting the dildo fall from his hand. He looked at her as she then came from behind.
She was wearing a dildo strap-on harness around her hips. Howard saw that aside from her riding crop in one hand, she carried a lube bottle in her other.
“Now’s when we get to make a sissy out of you, bitch boy,” her voice was loud as it was cold. “Get up your feet and STRIP NOW! ”
Chapter 26
Two hours had come and gone without anyone seeming to care. Lisa had already discharged her two lovers for the night and spent time cleaning up the kitchen then set about making sandwiches for herself and everyone else around. She got a bag of cookies out of the fridge and sliced some cheese cake on disposable plates and gave each piece to April and Holly, both of whom were relaxing in the den. She carried a plate of sandwich and cake with her towards the master bedroom.
She tapped on the door before venturing inside.
Olu Shango had Ms. Jenn bent over on the bed and was fucking her hard. His pelvis and thighs smacked hard against her ample butt each time he rammed into her, sounding like thunder claps. She held onto the sheets jerking herself and the bed forward from the might of his thrusts; her other arm caressed her giant pair of udders. Shango grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head backward, smacking her butt repeatedly, making her whimper even louder.
Charmaine lay under the dominatrix with his face buried against her vagina. He wore her strap-on dildo and she periodically gagged down on it to help minimise her groans. Her pussy squirted all over Charmaine’s face while his lips latched onto her velvet pussy folds, sometimes tugging on her sensitive clit. Master Shango’s balls-sac smacked against his brow and he often played with them too. Shango climbed onto the bed crotched over Ms. Jenn’s gargantuan buttock, gripping her waist for balance. He gasped with exquisite lust from the sensation he got sliding in and out of her cunt. It felt so electric but never slowed his momentum.
Lisa laid the plate she brought with her on a table. She sat down and massaged her pussy while she watched. Her pussy became sodden and her breathing heavy as she slipped her fingers deep into her velvet orifice. Lisa was good friends with Ms. Jenn. She loved whenever Jenn found time to come by her home to punish her husband or have fun with her, just the two of them in bed together. But the occasions were always terrific when they had a man’s cock to share. Shango was the perfect specimen of manhood to satisfy them and leave them wanting for more.
“Give it to me,” Jenn panted. Her face curled in erotic grimace as she glanced at Shango over her shoulder. “Gimme that big black dick!”
“I’m gonna give it to you,” Shango snarled. “Ugghh... I’m fucking gonna give it to you!”
Jenn pressed her face against Charmaine’s thigh while her hands gripped the sheets. “Ugghhhh... Awwhhh fucking give it... Awwh, GIMME THAT CUM!”
Shango smacked her ass before letting himself go inside her. Ms. Jenn continued thrusting back at him; her pussy muscles squeezed every ounce of cum from his penis. Shango collapsed on the bed when he was done.
Ms. Jenn was still moaning after he pulled out of her but she was not done yet. She squirmed and wiggled her butt over Charmaine’s face while he ate the load of cum dripping out of her cunt. She squeezed her huge pair of melons as an orgasm ripped through her gut. She came and laid beside Shango just as Charmaine came off the bed wiping traces of cum from his face and licking it off his fingers.
“And where do you think you’re going?” Lisa beckoned him towards her which he did by crawling on his hands and knees.
Lisa pulled him to his knees and licked remaining traces of semen and cum juice that coated his face. She stuck her tongue into his mouth to acquaint herself with a taste of what he had cleaned out of Ms. Jenn. Charmaine had saved some for her. He knew how much his wife loved swallowing cum as long as it was not his. Charmaine h
ad not fucked his wife in years. The fact that he loved watching her have sex with numerous black men made her more desirable in his eyes than wanting to keep her just for himself.
“You’d better go see to Howard,” she told him when she was done.
“Yes, my darling.” Charmaine loosened the belt of the dildo strap-on and left it on the table then left the room. Lisa picked her plate from the table.
“Time to get your strength back,” she came to the bed. “Anyone care for sandwiches and cheesecake?”
Charmaine went to the spare bedroom and opened the door.
Howard lay sprawled on the bed naked; his clothes and shoes lay in a pile beside the door where Charmaine had left them prior to when Ms. Jenn got busy stretching Howard out with her dildo. Charmaine went rummaging in the closet and found himself a fresh pair of panties and bra which he took his sweet time to wear. He scooped Howard’s clothes in his arms along with his shoes and dropped them beside the bed before tapping Howard’s arm.
“Howard, time to come awake,” he shook Howard till he got more than a stirring from him. Howard murmured as his eyes opened and he focused on Charmaine. “Rise and shine, Howie,” Charmaine said.
He tried pulling himself up but groaned and stopped when he felt a sharp throbbing pain coming from his rectum. The pain reverberated down his thighs and for a moment he thought he was having terrible cramps. Charmaine took his arm and assisted him to sit upright. Howard was gasping from the pain the whole time he sat up on the bed.
“I know what you’re having,” Charmaine explained as Howard took a moment to catch his breath. “It’ll hurt for a while, but soon you’ll feel like nothing new. Wait here, I’ll be back.”
Charmaine dashed out of the room but returned in a minute and a half with a capsule pack and a glass of water in his hand that he gave to Howard. He popped open the pack and gave Howard two pills.
“What’s this?” Howard asked.
“A mild sedative. Don’t worry, it’s not gonna knock you out. Just going to heal your pain a lot faster; it works wonders for me. Go ahead, down it.”
Howard swallowed the pills and washed them down with water from the glass. He winced from the aftertaste in his mouth as they raced down his throat. He sat there for a while to let the drug wash down inside himself as Charmaine handed him bits of his clothes.
“How do you feel?”
Howard groaned once more as he pulled himself successfully to his feet. He tottered for a moment before retaining his balance.
“Like I’ve been royally fucked, is what; my asshole doesn’t feel like mine anymore.”
“Don’t worry, you’ll live. It takes a little getting used to. You’re lucky Ms. Jenn went soft on you. I’ve seen her split a guy in half one time,” Charmaine chuckled at the memory. “The guy told me he couldn’t sit on a chair for a week, let alone knew how to shit.”
Howard bent forward to wear his briefs and suddenly felt a clenching pain in his gut that made him turn purple.
“I think I’m going to be sick for a long time.”
“It’s the drug going to work on you. It’s got its own little kick but just give it a little time. Drink some more water and drink more when you get home, nothing but that. By morning I promise it’ll be gone.”
Howard did finish the water in the glass and true to Charmaine’s word the pain dissipated somewhat and he felt strong enough to wear his clothes.
“Why did you do that anyway?” Howard asked. “Hold me down and hurt my chin back then. Was that fucking necessary?”
“When it comes to obeying Ms. Jenn, everything is fucking necessary. Like I said, she went soft on you, probably because she wanted to have her own fun with Master Shango. Left up to her, she’d have twisted your arm like origami until you begged. I’ve seen her at work lots of times. I didn’t want her taking the chance on you. How’re you feeling?”
Howard nearly stumbled as he wore his pants. The throbbing pain was still there but not as aggressive as earlier. He felt grateful for that, whether it was the drugs doing their work or not.
“I’ll manage.” A thought then occurred to him as he wore his shirt. “Do you think April knows what happened?”
“I haven’t told her, but she probably will. I’ll go check on her.”
Charmaine tied a wrap around his waist then left the room. Howard sauntered about the room to gauge the throbbing pain in his rectum and the rumble in his gut; he was feeling a bit better with himself each passing second. He washing his face in the bathroom and wore his shoes before leaving the room.
April was putting on her clothes and turned to see Howard coming to meet me in the master bedroom. She kissed his cheek then resumed her conversation with Lisa. Except for Holly who was sleeping under the bed covers there was no sight of Olu Shango or Ms. Jenn. Howard enquired from Lisa who indicated with a finger pointing at the bathroom door.
“It’s getting late,” he said to April after noting the time on his watch.
“Yes sure, honey. I’m almost done here.”
April exchanged on last hug and kisses with Lisa before saying goodbye. Charmaine was cleaning up the living room where they found him. April exchanges kisses with him as well.
“I’ll give you a call later,” Charmaine said to Howard as he embraced him; he pinched his bottom and sniggered. “Take it easy till then, Howie. You’re one of us now.”
He saw them out his apartment and waved goodbye to them before shutting the door. April tapped Howard’s arm as they approached the elevator.
“What did he mean by that, saying that ‘you’re one of us now’?”
“Beats me,” he responded casually. “Probably just something that occurred to him that’s all.” Howard pressed the elevator button while they waited. “How did you enjoy Shango?”
“Oh my God, you should have been there to see us together. Such stamina about him; his cock is fucking incredible.”
Howard believed every word she said, listening to the awe in her voice. After all, he too had seen Shango in action first hand and knew.
The elevator doors swung open for them and he ushered her inside.
“I’ll bet you had your own fun, didn’t you darling?”
“Oh yeah,” he answered as he pressed the lobby button and the elevator doors closed in on them. “I had a fun swell time.”
Chapter 27
Howard squirmed and fidgeted in his sleep. He slept curled on his side with his feet clenched under the covers, clutching and hugging his pillow as if for dear life. April slept snugly beside him, her dreams untroubled unlike his. His eyes came awake and for a brief moment he assumed he was back at the spare bedroom in Charmaine’s apartment getting tortured by the savvy dominatrix known as Ms. Jenn.
He came off the bed and went into the bathroom and washed his face. He sat down on the toilet seat while reflecting on what the evening had done to him. The earlier pain in his rectum was now nothing but a memory; it did not feel like anything vicious had occurred to him at all, and yet it had. It very much had. He shut his eyes and conjured up what went down, taking it one slow step at a time.
Ms. Jenn stepped back and yelled at him to strip. Howard remained still on his knees, looking at her with trepidation and confusion as if he had not actually heard what she said. She raised the crop in her hand about to strike and he pleaded then came to his feet and began taking off his clothes. While doing that he watched Charmaine drop on his elbows and knees on the bed, resting his face flat on the bed. He reached behind and spread his ass cheeks for the Mistress. Ms. Jenn poured lube on her dildo and sneered at Howard as she took aim.
“Watch this, bitch boy,” she leered. “This is what you’re gonna get in a minute.”
Howard kept his eyes audaciously open as he watched her slid the tip of the dildo inside
Charmaine. Ms. Jenn started slow but with time picked up the pace with Charmaine grunting with effort as she thrust harder into him. He reached between his legs and tugged frantically at his penis though it never grew hard. Howard kicked his feet out of his shoes before unbuttoning his shirt. Charmaine gasped and pleaded for Ms. Jenn to give it to him harder. She did just that, panting while jerking her hips back and forth. She looked towards Howard to see how ready he was.
“I told you to get your fucking pathetic ass out of those clothes, did I not, bitch boy!”
Howard did not realise he had stopped as he was captivated by what he was seeing. He quickly unbuckled his belt and shoved his pants down his ankles along with his pair of briefs. He thought he felt programmed and put on automated pilot; he could not withdraw himself from what was about to befall him.
Ms. Jenn pulled out of Charmaine who moaned as he fell forward on his face. He came off the bed and bowed to Ms. Jenn and thanked her for her work. He gestured at Howard to assume his place.
Howard stared at the dominatrix’s strap-on dildo with pertinent dread as he came onto the bed, his body tensed like a rock; he listened to his heart skipping beats in his chest. He was not aware of Ms. Jenn reaching for her lube bottle from where she had dropped it when he climbed the bed, but he did squirmed when she poured some of it over his bottom; Charmaine assisted with rubbing it over her butt. Howard buried his face into the bed and gripped the sheets tight while they lathered his behind, awaiting the inevitable. He hissed when Ms. Jenn stuck a finger into his rectum. The probing felt like forever. Howard imagined tons of pleasant stuff to calm his nerves from the impending violation. At one time he felt two fingers probing his rectum and in his mind begged for it to be over.
The fingering stopped and Howard groaned with relief when it pulled out of him. A brief silent tension followed. The silence ended when he felt the cold wet tip of the dildo pressing against his puckered hole. Howard gritted his teeth and shut his eyes as Ms. Jenn grabbed his shoulder and the horror befell him. He ran through a welter of rampant images in his mind, anything powerful enough to distract his mind. Too late, the dildo pushed its way into his rectum and Howard pressed his face onto the bed’s fabric while screaming into the bed sheets.
