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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... [much]
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