Message-ID: <25127asstr$963259852@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: Dirt Nap <dirtnap@altavista.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <8ka1a2$3od$25@nntp9.atl.mindspring.net> Reply-To: Mkarl2000@hotmail.com Subject: {ASSM} Games Victims Play By Leta and Cirmak Date: Mon, 10 Jul 2000 16:10:52 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/25127> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: IceAltar, newsman Games Victims Play By Leta and Cirmak with thanks to mkarl *WARNING* This story contains EXTREME RAPE and VIOLENCE IMAGERY including snuff, please don't read if you find such material offensive or if you are otherwise prohibited by law from viewing this type of material in your community. Story also contains politically incorrect racial terminology and attitudes. read at your own digression but if you feel the need to complain to someone, mkarl's address is mkarl2000@hotmail.com thanks for everything master... Dear Susan, We see your slutty white ass at a mall. You are with your husband but pretend it is not so. It is all just a game for you. We know your type. You want some spice in your life... you need some "heat", so you play at this "danger". Hubby will play the mysterious stranger while you act the little fawn being stalked as she "innocently" shops for clothing. You are absolutely clueless that there is a far more "dangerous" hunter in this urban jungle, observing your every enticing movement as you go about this little game of yours... looking here-and-there and going to this-shop-and-that-shop as if you don't have a care in the world. It makes us hungry to see your happiness knowing that we will now be changing your life forever, as we begin our own hunt. You go into a jewelry shop and look at rings and necklaces. You are just asking for it with your sweet act and even sweeter body. Lady has it all going on, from those mouth-watering twin thirty-eights to those toned, tanned legs that just never seem to end. Your white ass is practically begging us to hunt you as your hips sway ever so seductively back and forth. You do not even attempt to adjust your skirt as it begin to ride up revealing just a hint of your naughty little panties. You've played this game with hubby before, haven't you? It seems to come so easy to you... so familiar that you are almost playing it by the motions. How many times have you and your hubby got off on playing "mall-slut" before... a half-dozen? More? Maybe far more... the way you seem to be taking it all for granted, it almost seems a pity that you don't realize this will be your last time playing the game. Then again, me and the guys are going to make this all exciting enough to be the crowing event of your lifetime It is almost laughable to imagine what a surprise you are about to receive. We came looking for someone like you... maybe not you specifically, but definetly your type. The key is to be casual. We don't need to attract the wrong type of attention now. The mall has definetly seen better days. As many businesses are closed. This time of day so near closing, we are sure you will find a quiet little shop to suit your intentions and it is there that we will make our move too. I chuckle to myself that while you undoubtedly think that you and your hubby can play this game you just have no idea what my big, black cock is going to do to you. Finally we begin our end game. The little clothing store will be perfect. A single young sales girl is on duty. She is quite the little looker too which is fine with us but probably wasn't a concern of yours. The businesses on either side are empty so even if anyone manages a scream, chances are that no one will be interupting our little party. I motion to the guys to move on so as not to draw attention while I watch you from the hallway and wait for the right moment. Your eyes briefly meet mine. You love being watched as you make love to your lover, don't you. While it was exciting enough to orcrastrate having the young girl witness you and your husband's adventure into the dressingroom, having a magnificent stud like myself watching you also fills you with desire. Even if the thought is too taboo to be voiced even to yourself, the idea that a nigger might have been attracted to you does excite you. Poor little bitch doesn't realize that when you play with fire, you get burnt, black. In the clothing store you continue at the game. The sales girl seems to know what you are up to as your husband plays the stranger stalking you from across the store. You look over your shoulder and send him a sly smile. He looks around nervously to make out like he has not been watching you... like he is being caught doing something he shouldn't be doing even though it is so obvious that you are about to lead him into the dressing room. Your love for one another is so obvious. It makes my hunger for you grow. You know that the sales girl is watching and so am I but the idea of an audience excites you. While you are the type that would blush to be heard even uttering a curse word in normal conversation, you do love to take your fun from these little excursions. It is so obvious. Before you realized I was watching, you seemed almost bored. Now you are practically dripping with anticipation and you show it in your actions. You move to were your husband stands and brush against him. He seems to realize your heightened energy and plays along, slipping his arm around your waist and grabbing your ass a bit as he reveals more of her slutty little panties. They are black in color and very brief. They also appear to be crotchless. You just moan, mmmmmmmmmm and melt into his arms... It is likely in part due to the audience but there is no hiding that you are madly in love with the man. It is such a waste as you are really becoming the complete package with your opening display. As hot as your body was as you strutted about the mall, it pleases me to see that you respond well to the touch of a man. It increases my own urgency to see just how you will respond to mine. Your husband lifts your skirt up and slips one of his fingers inside your dripping white pussy. I can just imagine how wet you are. I imagine that there is cum running down your legs, you are so ready. You are in the bra and panty section and you ask you husband whether you would look good in "these" (a spaghetti strap pair of lace panties). At least I think that is how the game is going as I am too far away to hear the words. It doesn't matter though, as it is about to be my time to do you. I watch as he smiles, tells you to just pick up the panties and a lace bra and then lead him back to the dressing rooms. I quickly signal to the guys and enter the store as the cute little sales clerk tries to tell us it is closing time. She is pretty young thing with "natural" blonde hair, [there is only one way to know for sure] blue eyes, beautiful soft breast, flat stomach, and an ass to die for...or kill for. We just smile at her and tell her we will only be a minute. She begins to close the door so no one else will comes in. She locks the door, Tony just grabs her. We drag her to the back of the store while we begin to tear off her clothes to let the little bitch know what is in store for her poor white ass. While the little cunt tries to get off a scream, the lovers are too preoccupied in the dressing room to notice. I decide it is time for the main course. The two of you are inside the dressing room and he is lifting your skirt and massaging your ass and fingering your hot little white hole. You are moaning over and over as he begins to pinch your nipples, hard over and over again making you gush more cum. His hand is drenched so he puts it to your lip and tell you to taste it. You begin to suck his fingers and press his other hand to your clit which he begins to pinch as you moan louder and louder then cum again. You tell him not to stop... you love having your clit pinched and want it raw. He is pinching harder-and-harder and you are become louder-and-louder as you hear what you think is the sale girl coming your way. You are so wet that the young teenager is about to catch you. You try not to look as "the girl" comes up to the half door and peeks over it.You feel her eyes burning into you and finally you have to look to see her expression. You are shocked to see my black face where you expected the young sales girl's to be. Your husband looks up and angrily tell me to "GET YOUR FUCKING NIGGER ASS OUT OF HERE BEFORE I KICK IT." The boy definetly in need of an education and I am about to give him one. I flash my piece and smile while I let him know what-is-what in my most meancing tones, "JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU DUMB ASS WHITE BOY. YOUR WHITE ASS IS MINE AND IS THE ONLY THING THAT IS GOING TO BE KICKED." You seem upset by the gun... or is it my tone? You start to scream but luckily you turn it quickly into a plea for me not to hurt you. I realize I was stupid not letting you know what-is-and-is-not going to be tolerated. I quickly order you to "SHUT THE FUCK UP" as I aim the gun right at your pretty, little cock-sucking mouth. I let you know immediately if you try to scream again, you and your hubby will be wearing each other"s brains all over that new slutty underwear that you have been trying on. A couple sexy little tears well up in the corners of those deep brown eyes as you beg me, "don't hurt us. We will do anything you say. Please, just don't kill us." I tell your husband to get the hell out of the stall. I put the gun to his head and tell you to get your hot white ass out too, so we can see just how fine your naked white ass is. You seem totally shocked and upset to see that the poor little sales girl has already had her dress torn off and had her slutty-panties stuffed into her mouth. Tony has the little bitch by the hair and is force feeding her his nine inches as he twists her tits with his free hand. You think to yourself that she was probably a lily, white, little virgin cause she is just so cute and innocent looking. It is all rather sad cause she obviously won't be a virgin with all of us there getting our satisfaction. I ask you, What about you princess? You ever been fucked out of the marriage before? Bet you haven't known a real cock since you said your I do's. You are about to get ALL the cock you can handle. You are really crying and wailing as I take you in my arms and give you a kiss. I wonder just what you really think of this... Are you really crying cause you fear for your life and the life of your husband or is the real fear for you that you are about to be raped and sadomized by a NIGGER. That is it, isn't it? I'm good enough to tease... But the fact is, you think my touch is different because I am a NIGGER. Is it true what they say? I bet you wonder even as you pay lip service to poor, whinning, pathetic little cock sucking hubby. You beg me not to kill him again... promising me that you will do anything I want. I just laugh at you as I just tell you that "YOU ARE GOING TO DO WHATEVER I WANT ANYWAY, BITCH." Jimmy has your husband and I make you pay attention as he slugs the wimp in the gut and the weak piece of shit bastered doubles over. How does it feel to see the teen take your husband down so easy. Does it excite you as your husband has his hands pulled behind his back and is bound with the unyielding police-cuffs around his wrist. I tell you to get on the floor face down and to cover your eyes. You are trembling and are trying to figure out what is going to happen next. You fear you are you going to be raped, beaten, or worse yet killed. Your husband tells me that he is going to fucking kill me if I touch you. I laugh and rip your panties off and stuff them into his mouth. You are left in just your little bra and stockings as I deal with your fucking husband. "YOU BETTER SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU USELESS PIECE OF SHIT. WIFEY'S WHITE ASS IS MINE NOW AND SO IS YOUR'S IF I WANT IT. IF YOUR WIFE IS A GOOD LITTLE WHITE BITCH I MIGHT GIVE HER THE CHOICE OF WHETHER I SHOULD KILL YOU OR NOT. BUT ONE WAY OR THE OTHER SHE IS ABOUT TO GET HERSELF FUCKED BY THIS BLACK NIGGER SO YOU JUST SHUT UP AND LET HER ENJOY IT." You start to scream as I say this to your husband so I quickly kick you in the side of your ribs,hard. You really need to learn that you have no choice but to shut the fuck up and enjoy what is going to happen to you. You looked too good as you danced to the fire and now you are going to get burnt good and black like you deserve. If you managed to get anyone's attention now, we would need to end this game far too quick so you really do just need to be quiet. "SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU STUPID WHITE BITCH! I TOLD YOU TO SHUT THE FUCK UP, DIDN'T I. I'LL FUCKING CAP YOUR HUBBY IF YOU SCREAM AGAIN." You stiffle the scream of pain this time as I give you another kick. You are now crying your little baby-eyes out. I love it. You are so helpless. I could just eat you, but I decide it would be more appropriate for you to suck me. I grab your hair and pull you back up to your knees. You are fairly compliant but I yank your hair back hard anyone to let you feel my strength. You get just a brief look over at where the poor, little sales girl is getting mounted by Jimmy. She definetly isn't a virgin anymore. The way she is bleeding it looks like it just may have been her first time, but than Jimmy is so big, he tears up a tight pussy all the time. You might be wondering whether you are so tight that we are going to tear you up too. You should be focused on trying not to sufficate as I shove my big, black, "nigger" cock down your throat. It strikes me that I don't even know your name as you start to choke on my long, thick cock. It would be too impolite for you to answer the question, what with your mouth full and all, so I tell Tony to check the information in your purse. Susan... It is such a pretty name. Susan Teresa White. It fucking figuires you last name is White. It is so ridiculous that your last name is white because you white fucking ass isn't going to be so white anymore. Ok, Mrs.White... Prepare to be Ms Black. Your struggles indicate you have never had so much cock down your throat before. After getting a look at your hubby's little sub-five-incher, you may never have had any cock so deep it is touching your tonsils. I admit that the idea of your choking to death on my dick isn't all that unappealing, but the guys wouldn't be happy letting you off that easy. Not that they should care with that little virgin sales girl to play with. You are too busy looking at my tight abs while swallowing me to notice, but sales-girl now has Micheal in her pussy and Jake completing the double penetration by fucking her hard up her ass. Let them enjoy the virgin bitch, I always wanted me a white bride with hubby looking on helplessly. "HOW IT FEEL YOU DUMB ASS WHITE BOY... YOUR WIFE SUCKS SOME GOOD COCK. SHE MUST BE FUCKING, HALF-HOOVER OR SOMETHING. BET SHE IS A SWEET FUCK TOO. WOULDN'T IT BE SOMETHING IF WE SEND YOU HOME WITH A NEW LITTLE MOUTH TO FEED TODAY, HUH?" I say Tony pull your diaphragm from the purse as he had looked for your wallet. While there was no guarentee that you would be ripe, the fact that you brought along the protection was a possible indication. One thing I know for sure is that even if your damb ass husband might have let you use the protection, there was no way I am going to let you have any chance of stopping my seed from fertilizing you white ass. I decided to release you from my cock so you can prepare to be breed. I yank you up by the hair and tell you to put on a show for me. You tremble as you slowly struggle to get up. Your legs are shaking so bad you can barely stand. You just stand there not understanding what to do. I slap you on the ass hard, making a bright red impression on your lilly-white cheeks. "DANCE, FOR ME, BITCH!" Shakily you begin to move but not very well. I slap you on the ass again and tell you to "DANCE LIKE THE WHITE WHORE THAT YOU ARE. SHOW MIKEY JUST HOW EXCITED YOU ARE TO HAVE ME IN FRONT WATCHING YOU." You look at your husband and can see the helplessness in his eyes and begin to dance seductively. Perhaps you are trying to make believe that you are dancing for him? It doens't seem to help though as the tears of humiliation continue to fall. The question is Susan, are those tears of humiliation that you are about to shame your husband by being soiled by my "nigger-touch," or are those tears of humiliation that you are excited about thinking about me inside you. You are dancing so hesitently in either case that I need to slap you on the ass again to liven you up a little. "DANCE BITCH. NONE OF YOU WHITE BITCHES KNOW HOW TO DANCE, BUT YOU ARE GOING TO LEARN." You suddenly surprise me and try to me in the groan. I barely manage to block it. My reaction is as swift as it is unmerciless as I make a fist and let you have it in the face. Your pretty little head snaps back. I reach out and grab your hair. I take a little mercy as the next several slaps are administered open handed on your face over and over again. You are getting loud with your cries so I turn you around with my hand over your mouth. You can see that the sales girl now has cocks stuffing all her holes. She looks like the tiny, cream filling of an Oreo-sanwhich. I tell you that it is your time now and throw you on the floor. I get down and decide to punch you a couple more times just for fun until you are frantically begging me to stop. My only reply is to grab your bra. I don't even bother with the clasps as I roughly begin to rip it off of you. I grab your 38C breasts hard and squeeze and pinch them... bruising them... pulling them... even trying to pull them off. I shove my finger inside your cunt and roughly pinch my four fingers and the bone of your cunt together. Tearing at your inside. I tell you, "YOU LOVE THAT DON'T YOU CUNT." As you scream out in pain. I pull out of your pussy and shove my dirty, cum covered fingers inside your mouth, telling you to suck them clean. You taste yourself and think of biting them but have no choice, but to just suck them clean... you know it will be worse for you if you were to do somthing so fucking stupid. I am sitting on your stomach and shoving my finger inside your mouth. I shove them back inside your pussy and pinch your pelvic bone and the inside your pussy roughly together again. Then I grab your breast and pull them apart hard as you scream, arch your back, pull your ass off the floor and cry out in pain. You feel like I am going to pull them off. I tell you that if you keep screaming I might just pull them off you little white bitch. You love that don't you. You love to be my pain toy. Don't you bitch. Meanwhile my friends are still pinching and fucking the sales girl. She is now turned over and is being fucked in the ass and having her throat fucked as well. She doesn't seem to be so much fun much fun anymore. She is acting so limp that I fear the bitch is becoming a bit of a disappointment. I watch as the guys shoot off one after another. I have to admit I am interested as Tony pulls out his piece. He puts the silencer on as Jake finishes in the unresponsive little bitch's ass and then Tony does the deed, putting two in her pussy and another two in her mouth. They leave her lying there dead and bleeding. You seem too terrified to say anything yourself as your eyes open wide with shock. I ask you if you are ovulating. You can't respond. I ask you again and maybe you realize that there is only one answer that can save you. Your little just head nods. I smile and tell you that if you are a good little girl and breed for me that I will let you be the mother of my child. You probably want to ask about your husband but he has more pressing matters to attend to as Warren start's to take the bitches pants down. I am not into that shit so I decide to give you something to keep your mind off the little sales girl and your helpless husband. I just flip you on your stomach and spread your ass cheeks as you squirm slightly. You know enough not to attempt escape too fiercely but a couple of my friends are holding your arms and legs anyway. It would be pointless for you to try to escape anyhow. All you can do is try to stiffle your scream as I shove my huge cock deep inside your ass to the hilt. I ream you over and over as you finally have to scream out in pain. I ream your white virgin ass for a good 30 minutes as you continue to suffer and moan and wimper at the anal assult. You can't cry out any longer cause by now, a second huge black cock has been shoved down your throat. You comply or you know we will treat your husband even worse than he is already being treated. Do you still have any respect for him at all with what Warren is doing to the little fag-boy? Or are you too busy gagging, choking, and gasping for breath as your mouth gets fucked and your ass is beingwrecked, to give any thought at all to husband? Jimmy and I slam you between us until your hot body brings us both to satisfaction. You feel the cum going down your throat and deep inside your ass. You are gagging more and more and cum is running out of you mouth as you cannot swallow it all and it runs down your face. As Jimmy pulls out of the way you see Roger. You can't believe it. Your eyes get ever bigger. You think to yourself "Blacker really is better... and bigger. If you could, you would have measured it to be 14". You try to squirm and scream but your mouth is full of cum and your arms and legs are still being held in place by my friends. He tells you that he is going to enjoy makng you take it in the ass. Roger knows your pussy is mine as he mounts you from behind. You have no choice but to attempt a scream which I muffle. As you try to scream he laughs and just shoves all 14" up your ass splitting it and causing it to rip and bleed. He reams you savagely over and over and spanks your ass hard making it hot and sore. You just suffer at the anal-pounding... Meanwhile you see that Warren has what looks like a police billy club and is shoving it up your husbands ass. It is hard to say just who is getting their ass fucked up more as Warren shoves it up deep into poor Michael Hubby is trying to scream but can't with your panties in his mouth. He is being reamed over and over. You can see him crying and squirming. He is being reamed as you are being fucked and reamed for what seems like a hour. You just cry for him and take it yourself. Finally I mount your pussy just as you think you might escape without me depositing my little trophy. I make you beg for it as I shoot my sperm inside of you. You are a little cum-covered mess when we are finished. We all decide to clean you up a little and piss all over the both of you. You drink some as you feel the piss on your face. Then you hear the gun cock. "Hope you have insurance," I smile as Tony puts one between hubby's eyes. You just scream silently as I quickly take you under control. I tie you up proper and tell you that if you do anything stupid like try to identify us that we know where you live and would not hesitate to track down all your family and make you suffer before kiling everyone. I tell you that "you need to stay healthy for the babies." I just laugh and let you know that this is just the beginning. I leave you tied on top of the dead sales girl and your dead husband. You are in shock and we tell you that we will be back for our baby in nine months. It had better be a strong black stud. We tell you to remember that if you say anything we will be back for you and the rest of your family too. You get to spend the next nine months waiting for what is going to happen next. You know we are going to be back. Enjoy the magic we have just created... Then it is time for round two but that is another story. Leta [Susan] can be written at willingwhiteslave@hotmail.com I will do my best to get back to anyone sweat enough to write me, but I am finding I simply don't have the time to play... 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