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Copyright (C) 1999, Mkarl. ALL Rights Reserved
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A Resident Author story from MrDouble's archive,
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The Ultimate Setup
By Mkarl
What some guys won't do to create a fantasy? I grew up with a lot on my
mind. Personal history being what it was I am lucky I got away as well adjusted
as I turned out, but I still realize I carry a lot of baggage and some of it
has really conspired to put me in quite the spot.
To begin revealing my tale in any sort of manner that will make sense I
should reveal that I am a white male of twenty-seven years of age. Most people
say I look a little like Jan-Michael Vincent. I guess it is fortunate I have a
pretty face because I have been stuck with a cock that makes me wish those
enlargement contraptions advertised in the men's magazines actually worked.
I managed to win the bride of my dreams. Lean was a very popular girl in
high school. She had her pick of dates and favored the guys on the football
team as she was really into the cheer leader squad. I saw my grade point
average suffer in every class I shared with her as my mind was always on things
far more darkly simulating then algebra whenever she was near.
Lean had always been a looker with her red hair and green eyes. I would
say she most resembled Julia Roberts but with a slightly larger nose. Her body
was the stuff that wet dreams were made of. She had developed early and very
well. Even at twenty-seven she was still as firm as a teenager.
I had almost got Lean out of my system when she went away to university
but then she returned to the neighborhood and it was like I was in high school
again. I had managed to get a job at the local penitentiary which was fortunate
as it was about the only job available in our small community that I was suited
for. Life was looking good enough for me that I took a chance and asked Lean
out shortly after she moved back in with her folks.
Our courtship was the stuff of fairy tails, if mother goose had been a
porn queen. I was so much in lust with Lean that my mind went into twenty-four
hour overdrive creating fantasy after fantasy of my own "dark" desires. I knew
Lean would look so good as the center piece of an actual enactment of my
perverted dreams that I had to make it happen no matter the cost in money, or
time, or even my immortal soul.
I can not go into my personal history as to what cultivated my sexual
tastes without dredging up some stuff better left unsaid but let's just say I
had some unresolved issues with my mother. Our community is almost exclusively
Caucasian and my exposure to minorities has largely been through the maximum
security facilities on the other side of town. Between my family shame and the
constant fear of a repeat performance I evolved a fantasy life where the black
male took on an image larger then life. For me to ever deal with my demons I
needed to recreate the past and I could imagine no better player then Lean to
be the star of my show.
When I proposed and had her say yes my heart leapt with unbridled joy. I
knew our marriage would likely end on the honeymoon and for that matter so
could my life as I knew it but I would finally have my dream come true and
nothing would ever take that away.
The plan was simple but so much would depend on the execution and how
Lean would respond. The act would take place regardless of everything else but
I had no way to know if Lean would accept her shame in silence; run screaming
to the police; or become the Nigger's slut I desperately craved for a wife.
I had been good to some of the boys over the years and contacted them to
see if they were for hire. Tyrone had done twelve years for aggravated rape and
was having a hard time finding work. When I offered the five thousand and gave
him the plan he jumped for the chance. He had two cousins he recommended. He
assured me they both had the size I desired and an urge to do themselves a
couple of crackers. I met with them just a week before our wedding and made the
final arrangements. They insisted on a full confession to keep me from pulling
a double cross and then the plan was finally in motion.
Lean looked like an angel walking the isle. The veil obscured her eyes
but I imagined the look of ultimate love and trust as she looked upon me. The
poor little bride had no way to know that she was only a few hours away from
making all my dreams come true and that wedding dress she marched so proudly in
would be the same one she would take her black gang-bang in.
As Lean promised to love, cherish and obey me I wondered how she would
honor those vows after the hornymoon. I tried to look into her eyes to imagine
her after the rape but I could not get past the images of her taking the rape.
I said my "I do" and kissed my bride.
I had rented a remote cabin on the lake. We would be miles from "help". I
had told the guys to be waiting so they could take us before she had a chance
to undress or anything. I had supplied them with handguns so my wife would not
try anything stupid. I had felt such a mix of emotions when I had detailed my
own role in the course of events. Tyrone could not help but laugh at me but
when I told him I was serious he just said it was my money. We arranged a
"safe-word" just in case but I had vowed not to use it. I would probably only
get one chance in life to realize my dream and a beating would be a small price
to pay.
I knew Tyrone and the brothers would be in the cabin. I lifted by sexy
bride and walked in to take my lump. The blow came from behind. I knew it would
be there so I was able to react as if it had been real. I quickly threw Lean
onto the floor so she would be easy prey and then dropped myself in my feigned
collapse. Tyrone pounced on Lean like the pro he was and let her have it quick
in the face. Unfortunately for her the slaps were real and the air quickly
filled with her cry's of surprise and shock.
I was picked up and put into the chair by the cousins. I took my first
real slap across the face myself as they told me to not get stupid if I wanted
to stay alive. They used steel cuffs to secure my arms behind my back and put
duct tape over my mouth to make sure I could enjoy my wife's rape without
having to do any phony protesting.
Tyrone surprised me in how well he was able to stick to the script. As he
held my helpless wife in front of me with a knife to her throat he revealed the
plot I had crafted.
"You don't know me honkys but I know you. You should watch your attitude
white boy. You get off on being the boss in the stir but you forget the
brothers have family on the outside. The joke is you ain't never gonna know who
gave you this wedding present."
I tried to resist against my bindings and screamed in impotent rage into
my gag for show as the Nigger continued. "You have yourself an attitude problem
white boy. The brothers in the stir figured an adjustment would do you a world
of good. We are going to fix you proper and your little white wife is going to
be the tool to do the job. How does that make you feel Lean?"
The use of her name seamed to trigger something in her eyes. She was
obviously trying to process what was occurring. She had been so sickeningly
sweet as she had kissed her parents good-bye at the reception and then joined
me on her ride to doom. She had screamed nice as Tyrone had slapped her but now
she seamed in some state of shock. Her breathing was off and her eyes had the
blank expression of a deer caught in the headlights but for the most part I
could not read her until Tyrone revealed he knew her name.
Lean gave me a look like she wanted to cry or scream or die or help me or
do anything except the knife at her throat was telling her to be still and just
take it. Tyrone allowed his free hand to drop lower and grab her cunt. "You
know what all us Niggers are going to do to your hot white body Lean? Have you
ever heard the stories? They are all true. We are going to ruin you and Michael
is going to watch. How do you think he will feel about you after we use you?
Look at your racist husband bitch. This is all his fault. Do you understand.
You are going to be violated and abused to pay off his white crimes. Think
about it bitch."
Tyrone was almost word for word as I had written it. I was so pleased
with him. He had never seamed especially bright when doing his time but I guess
some sense of professional pride had motivated him to do his homework. "Hey
Mustafa, hold this little bitch I have a message to give honky before we start
on the honey."
I braced myself as Tyrone hauled back and let me have it. My head snapped
back as he held nothing back. Lean screamed for me as the tape effectively had
me totally at the Nigger's mercy. I was even unable to use my safe word. Tyrone
hit me again. "You get off on the power huh honky. You and the bulls have all
the guns on the inside but you are so stupid. Out here we find out what is
really what. Me and my friends have the guns now. I could put this 44 against
your temple and splatter your brains all over this here cabin but you would not
learn anything from that. You see this is a lesson for you. We understand you
have a week reserved up here at this little honeymoon hideaway. Well we are
going to be keeping you company and making sure you get educated proper. Your
wifey is going to have herself a fun old time. Oh she might not like it tonight
or tomorrow or even the next day because the truth is we are going to make it
really rough on her, but by the end of the week, when she re s who to blame
then your perfect little life will be over for all time and just to give you
something to think about their are three of us and only one of her."
The psychological terror was delicious. I could feel the menace off of
Tyrone as thick as steel. It was like this scene fulfilled his own potent rage
against the system. The truth is I could never be black and would never have
any idea what factors molded their culture. I knew what had been done to my
mother and I knew rightly or wrongly how my own prejudices had been shaped but
it struck me as an added thrill that this Nigger might have his own agenda to
fulfill before the weekend was done.
I had laid out a timeline and detailed instructions for all of the main
events scheduled for the whole week and the first event was to be a mock
divorce ceremony to play with Lean's psyche.
One of Tyrone's cousins, the one he called Deon, had brought in out stuff
from the car. I had let the guy's know that I would bring the video tape of our
wedding. It was the only copy and irreplaceable. It was also the first piece to
the "divorce".
Mustafa held Lean up by the hair and forced her to look into the camera
as Tyrone paused with the video in his hand. "I bet this is pretty important to
you, huh sweety? I bet you would just feel so sad if it should get all
destroyed."
"Please. We have done nothing to you. Let us go. No one will know."
"Ahh, but you don't understand yet bitch. Your husband has offended us.
He could not be any more responsible for what is happening to you if he had
paid me five thousand to do this himself. You sweet thing are just going to pay
for his crime. It is totally personal. If I was use I would want to tell that
useless prick how you felt for him getting you raped. Doesn't it taint your
loving heart? I mean did you see how fucking easy we took him. It was as easy
as taking a bitch. From what my brothers on the inside said I expected some
fight or something but he is just a total fraud. If he ever stepped foot in one
of the blocks without his uniform he wouldn't last two seconds before he would
be a bitch. Fuck I could have him on his knees punking in half that time. How
does that sound to you Lean? Would you like us to spare you and put our big
Nigger dicks into hubby instead?"
"Oh God no. Please, just let us go."
"Hey Michael, your wife says she is going to take it for you. Fuck I
don't know why unless she is really not as upset as she be pretending. I always
had me a theory on white bitches. They look at us like we are all animals and
rapists but I think that is hope more then fear. I think when we get done
busting our wife's white ass she is going to prove that old saying once a bitch
goes black she ain't ever gonna be back. You may just be having the fucking
shortest wedding o record. Now before we go any further lets have some fun."
Tyrone popped the video into the camera. "Hey Lean, smile bitch you be on
nigga camera."
Lean pulled to try to break free but Mustafa held her directly in front
of the camera as the red light lit. "Hey Mustafa why don't you give the bride
her kiss since we missed the receiving line earlier tonight."
The young black stud spun my wife into his arms and took her for the
embrace. Of the three blacks Mustafa was probably the least handsome, although
to me he proved my favorite for exactly that reason plus what I would discover
to be between his legs. Mustafa's very name brought all my racist prejudices to
the surface even though I knew it was just a tag. I had expected to have an
erection from the moment I had entered the cabin but the pressure of the
situation had kept me down until I saw the young Nigger put those big beautiful
black lips to my Lean.
"Niggers kiss better huh Lean. Don't Mustafa have some tongue. He could
have himself any sister he want with that tongue. You gonna be calling him your
Nigger lord when he pleasure you with that tongue. Don't even pretend you don't
like it girl. When we slip them little wedding panties off in about ten minuets
your hubby gonna know about you anyhow cause they going to be going right in
his mouth. You can whimper and plead all you want but a girl's body always
tells the story and you are already getting wet from my brother. Don't try to
talk. Ain't polite to talk with your mouth full."
Mustafa pushed his tongue deep into my wife's mouth and forced her to
swap spit. Tyrone got up in her face with the camera to give Deon time to
prepare step two of the divorce. "Okay brother, let the bitch breath."
"She is gonna be a fine "ho" Tyrone."
"Yeah while first we got's to do the ceremony to make it all proper. Hey
Deon you fine that certificate?"
"Ohhhhhhh. Yeahhhhh. Ummmmm I got it all ready too."
"While bring it over and let me see. Shit, Nigger! That can't be just one
load."
"Hey I been saving it for a week and Mustafa too. We gonna be cumming
buckets for this bitch."
"While that should help make sure she get done right but just look at
this certificate you done and cummed all over. Fuck the way the cum is soaking
it that ink might just start to run. Hey girl, this certificate says you be
married but the thing is we want you divorced so what'd you think we shoulds
do?"
Lean was still being the brave little trooper. I have to admit she had a
certain regally that I had never seen in her before. The main reason I had
choose her was her similarities to my mother but I saw something in her brave
act that allowed me an even greater thrill at the knowledge that she would be
broken and destroyed for my pleasure.
"Maybe you should open your mouth like a good little bitch and we will
make this little problem go away."
Mustafa held her tight While Tyrone handed the camera off to Deon and
then approached my wife with the cum covered certificate. "Open wide," he
giggled as he started to push it into her mouth.
Lean tried to twist her head away and clench her mouth shut but she was
helpless to prevent the humiliation. Tyrone cleverly pinched her nose until she
ran out of breath and then fed her the certificate.
"Tastes good huh. Nigger cum is full of protein. It'll make that red hair
of your nice and shiny. You gonna be addicted by the time this hornymoon be
done. Nigger cum be good for all sorts of things but betcha didn't know it be
such a good lubricant. Chew you little bitch. You can't swallow it whole. I
ain't moving my hand till you swallow and you better not bring it back up
either so quit your choking and just swallow it down into that white tummy of
yours."
Lean's first tears rolled silently from her shame filled eyes and she
finished her little snack. "You know bitch, I bet that was kind of nasty huh?
The shame of it was this was suppose to be the night you dreamed about your
whole life only that worthless little fuck of a husband had to go and get you
all this trouble. You know your ring has to go too. I bet that shit husband of
yours cheeped out anyhow. Look at your ring. Ain't even fucking worth pawning.
You know I thought about flushing the piece of shit but maybe instead we will
have you return it to your hubby as the piece of shit it is."
I was forced to remain tied to the chair as the Niggers took my wife to
the toilet which they had already prepared. I knew I would have a copy of the
video to enjoy later so I just tried to calm my mind for the fantastic
humiliation I was about to receive.
"Take the ring off and put it in the shit bitch or you are gonna get that
fucking finger broke. Yeah, hold it a second cunt while we film ya. Bet it
feels dirty huh. You're being good so far not put the ring right in there. Yeah
like that. Don't cry bitch. You get the fun part. Michael gonna be the one to
swallow this pile of crap."
Lean couldn't do it at first. She just started bawling. She must have
really loved me or something. Of course, I managed the best look of pathetic,
impotent rage and fear I could muster while hoping the poor fit of the tux
didn't reveal my erection. As small as I am, I probably had nothing to worry
about but I wanted to give Lean a chance to see me humiliated so she could
start her own feelings of disdain for me forming.
"Please don't make me do this to him."
"You doing Michael a favor bitch. You see this 44 I gots pressed against
his skull. Either he gonna accept his ring back proper or we gonna cap him. We
just know he gone done and bragged how you be getting him a baby this
honeymoon. While we don't believe in making any bastards out of wedlock so
before you be getting knocked-up we gonna need you free to marry so either you
do the divorce we want or we make you a widow."
It must have been a lot for Lean to digest. Again the blame was on me for
these Niggers knowing that we had planned the wedding night in conjunction with
Lean's time of the month. Lean could not know how the Niggers had got that
information except it was my fault they had it and she was now to be black
bred. If that was what played on her mind or it was just the fear of the gun
against my temple she did not even muster an "I'm sorry honey" as she pulled
the tape from my mouth and obeyed Tyrone's humiliating command.
"Make him eat it Lean. Show you shit husband what you really think of his
shit ring and the pathetic marriage. He is why you are getting raped. He is why
you be getting ruined. We gonna fix you so you have a reminder for the rest of
your life. Do you think little redneck is gonna keep you when you grow your
half-breed? It is his fault but he gonna throw your ass in the street. That
ain't right. Let him know you ain't gonna let that happen. This is his lesson.
He should be the one humiliated and ruined. Give him back his ring in style
that we can pass around to all the brother's in the slam. He gonna be known as
a Nigger toilet when this video gets smuggled in."
It was pretty disgusting. I had the image in my fantasies for years but
shit is not something easily swallowed no matter what a guy's fantasies. Tyrone
ordered my wife to hold her hand over my mouth while I tried to do some
chewing. I could not help but go into convulsions. Lean did her best to cope
but she was even more helpless then I as I got sick. Tyrone ordered my wife to
fetch the ring up again and put it back in my mouth. I almost lost it and used
the safe word but at least I mostly just had to contend with trying to swallow
the ring itself the second time around. I was pretty damn glad I had bought
something understated as I would not have been able to get anything bigger
down.
Tyrone had Lean present her hand to me to lick clean. It was his own idea
and not appreciated in the state I was in but I guess I had no right to
complain too much considering everyone's been warned to watch out for what they
wished for. I had made it through the most unpleasant event of the week and all
in all things were pretty much on schedule.
Chapter II
As I struggled to regain my composure from the first act of humiliation
at the hands of my wife, my mind quickly summarized how the wicked little scene
was actually fulfilling my fantasy in every way. Lean was responding better
then I could have hoped and as for the guys, it was the best $5000.00 I ever
spent.
Yeah, I had hired the black bastards to do my wife and me in a perverse
hope that my fantasy life could become my real one. From my earliest memories I
had always been influence from the "dark" event of my childhood. My lovely wife
Lean had initially been chosen for her physical similarities to my mother.
Freud would have had a field day with that one but as I had come to know Lean,
I saw that the similarities went beyond the physical. Lean was innately a good
person as my mother had been and corrupting her would bring the greatest
pleasure imaginable. I had no greater wish then to see her fulfilled by the
power of the black male and so darkened that she actually would join them and
cuckold me. It was a lot to ask for but that is why I had orchestrated this
ultimate setup in the first place.
"How does that taste honky. You better get used to it. When you go back
to work you going let all the brothers have you as their Nigger toilet unless
you want that middle class family of yours to see these videos we be making.
You just enjoy that taste. We going give you some time while we breed the bitch
now. She won't be needing her panties so it time for you to see how wet she be
to take her Nigger breeding."
Tyrone signaled to Mustafa and he started to hike Lean's wedding gown to
get a hold of her panties.
"Fuck Tyrone. They ARE soaked."
"Of course they are Nigger, now slip em offs so we see what type of
pretty pussy we be getting that be so juicy."
I looked into Lean's eyes but she could not meet by gaze. My heart leapt
into my throat. Was it true? I could scarcely dare believe and it seamed like
an eternity as the Niggers played it out. "You look real nice bitch. I guess
you are a natural red head, huh. Does it excite you to show your cunt to your
lovers? You expected a fuck tonight but you really had no idea. It excites you
now. A bitch built like you can't be a virgin but you gonna think you were when
give you your first blackening. We got enough baby juice in these black balls
to breed you with triplets at least. We even got some fertility drugs we gonna
shoot into your ass. You getting knocked-up guaranteed bitch. Does that make
you juicy. Take your panties and wipe yourself. Yeah wipe your wet pussy. Now
gag your wimp ex-husband before he start blubbering over his woman fulfilling
her destiny."
I had no pretend a curse and an impotent little threat for show even
though all I wanted to do was open my mouth wide. Again Lean complied with my
humiliation without any "I'm sorry honeys". She did seam to have a flicker of
something in her eye but as I realized it could be interpreted as excitement,
my cock nearly pumped its load.
Lean's panties WERE wet. I guess it could have the perspiration and
anticipation of the whole day but all I wanted to believe was it was heat for
the breeding she was about to take for me.
"Hey Deon, put down the camera for a minuet and give the bitch that duct tape
behind ya so she can secure her filthy panties in the honky's mouth."
Lean wrapped me tight and then turned to face Tyrone to see what was to
happen next. Tyrone looked like some fucking predator God of the jungle about
to make his kill. At six feet four he towered over my tiny wife my more then a
foot. I watched as he pulled her to him.
My wife was like the prey trapped in the hypnotic glance of the black
cobra. She seamed drained of free will as she was once again in the full
embrace of a Nigger. I had fully expected her to be a wreck of tears for the
initial rape but now I started to believe her actual reaction was more then I
could have hoped. At the very least it was quickly becoming obvious she was
accepting the inevitable at the very least and as I tried to identify the
flavor of her panties in my mouth, I started to allow myself the belief she was
already into the black breeding on just the very first night.
"We need to get your "I do" on camera before we breed you so the baby has
legitimacy."
"Okay."
What!?! what was that, "okay"?? It was just so matter of fact. I guess it
was not a total proof of anything but maybe it was. I had left instructions
that Lean was to be slapped about the face enough to force her compliance with
the nights festivities. Between that and open season to use her hair I had
expected her to be pretty bruised and sore by morning. Now as Lean read out the
"Nigger" vows I had written, it was time for me to realize she had only been
slapped a few times and yet she was now obeying the Nigger's commands without
delay. Either Lean was more of a coward then I had thought or she was "into
it".
As Lean voiced her "I do", I refocused on her as it was time for a very
big test. It satisfied my raciest sensibilities to have the normal kissing of
the bride replaced with something a little more animalistic in nature. As
Mustafa told Tyrone that he may down mark the bride, I think Lean immediately
got the message.
"No please. You don't have to do that. Please. Why are you being such
bastards?"
"Ask your husband bitch? If he could talk he should admit just how
responsible he is for this. A real man wouldn't have been so fucking easy. You
had no protection tonight bitch. Now I need to own your white ass so be a good
little slave and get yourself down on your knees before I need to bitch-slap
your face."
Lean shot me a look as she dropped submissively to her knees at the feet
of her Nigger lord. It could easily have been one of blame as Tyrone ordered
her to hold her mouth open and swallow. Lean was a site as the yellow urine
filled her mouth and gagged her on the way to her belly. "Okay, ain't no
guarantee I be the one to win the lottery in that pussy of yours so open again
for Deon and Mustafa."
It looked like all three Niggers had saved it for Lean. I could not
believe she was able to swallow almost to the last few drops Mustafa shook off
onto her face. Lean's short red hair was soaked as was the top of her dress
making it semi transparent. She posed herself in front of the video for a
second before Tyrone told her to get face down in the bed so he could shoot her
ass.
We did not really have any fertility drugs but Lean didn't know that.
"This is gonna hurt bitch but its powerful shit. This stuff is what the zoos
use for gorilla's. The dude who turned me on to it said its so powerful it even
overcomes the pill. They are testing it to see if it can help dudes with low
sperm. That ain't no problem here but the stuff so good that almost every bitch
on it has herself three or four. As much potent sperm that you be getting we
figure your guaranteed at least that many. You may end up with enough to start
your own NBA team all on the first delivery."
Lean managed a protest at that. "Sorry bitch, but we doing you a favor.
Fine looking white slave like you will have fine looking half-breeds. It is a
privilege bitch. You wants children don't cha? Chances are your worm ex-husband
would a took years if he even could. You are going to learn the superiority of
the Nigger cock and have many children of color. Once all white women are
educated we will finally end all red necked racism as we can just breed "em out
of existence."
Even though the words were my own hearing them in such a degrading manner
felt like a blow to my gut. Lean gasped as the needle shot the junk in her firm
white ass. "Ready to get bred, wife," Tyrone asked her.
As per my instructions Lean was left in her wedding dressed when tossed
onto the bed. I wanted her very vocal to breed and had several lines that
Tyrone was to feed her for the camera. I had expected her to have been beaten
into submission by this point so I had to wait now to see how willing she would
be to degrade herself with the baby talk.
Tyrone spread Lean's legs and teased the head of his huge weapon against
the lips of her cunt. I had made sure not to be with her during our courtship
so as to prevent any accidental unwanted pregnancy. For all I knew Lean may
very well have been a virgin as Tyrone prepared to violate her. Her moan was
either that or just not ever having ten inches penetrate her before.
Tyrone was a stud. For a Nigger who had been locked away for twelve years
he still had some very impressive moves in the sack. Lean tried to spread her
legs as much as the dress allowed Tyrone had it kind of hiked up for access to
her cunt but it was still getting in the way. He probably would have removed it
if not for my explicit instructions.
I really was getting my jollies. I don't care what anyone thinks who
reads this. The scene was fucking hot. It was like a total reaction of
everything I had read in my mom's diary only this time the baby would be
conceived. I wanted to hear Lean beg for the Nigger baby my mom always wanted.
"Can you feel it bitch. That's ten inches of prime Alabama snake. I did
me twelve years the last time a bitch was as lucky as you but it was worth it.
She visited me in the stir and showed me little junior. Fuck it must have
pissed her old man. You know what? I hads me a conjugal visit with that slut
and she went back home with a second surprise for her husband. I am one potent
stud. You are gonna get bred proper on our wedding night but I needs to hear
you wants it. I needs to hear you gonna be a deserving and proper momma for our
breed. Tell me you wants to get my baby."
"Please he will here."
"Who? Honky. Fuck whats he gonna do. He is gonna raise em and supports
you. We gots more plans this week bitch and we gonna arrange that he knows his
place. You gonna be a Nigger slave but he is going to be put down to the shit
he is. Its time for you to realize the possibilities. You go with us and he
gonna be your slave too. What type of pathetic piece of white trash shit is he
to go off like he is better then us when his dick ain't barely four inches. Did
you know that bitch. Fuck and I can see from here he has a fucking hardon. The
sick mother-fucker. You owe that sick son of a bitch. Go ahead bitch and sing
it. You wants the baby."
"I want your baby."
"Louder
"I WANT YOUR BABY."
"That's a good girl. Whose baby?"
"YOUR BABY, I WANT YOUR BABY."
"Very good. Now "my NIGGER baby". Say it bitch."
" I want your Nigger baby."
"My special Nigger baby."
"MY SPECIAL NIGGER BABY."
"Knock me up."
"KNOCK ME UP."
"Yeah I feel it building for you bitch. You know what I want to hear so
sing it loud enough for honky to hear and we will make our magic together."
"Ohhh yes I want it. I want the baby. I want it in me. Now! Give me the
baby the Nigger baby the dirty Nigger baby. I want it for Michael. I want you
to stick that pathetic looser with the shame of his new wife knocked-up with
this filthy Nigger bastard."
"Yeahhhh! I think youuu mmmean it bitch!!!"
It sure sounded to me like she meant it and I also new what Tyrone's
strained voice and sudden moan of victory meant too. I watched that powerful
black ass drive him home for one last thrust and then the shudder told me I was
becoming a daddy. Lean suddenly screamed herself and the slut came on the
Nigger's cock as his potent soldiers invaded her on their sacred mission. I
have heard that whither a woman orgasms or not has little to do with conception
but the symbalism could not have been any more powerful. As Tyrone withdrew his
black baby maker from her well fucked pussy he told her to raise her ass into
the air. Deon and Mustafa would have to wait for morning as it was only proper
that Lean's husband get first draw at the lottery. In a way I felt for the
younger Niggers as the opportunity to breed a married white bride on her
wedding night would probably be something they would experience only a handful
of times and as I finally drifted off for the night I was sure in my heart Lean
was with child.
Chapter 3
I awoke first. The sun was beaming through the window and the birds had a
beautiful melody in full orchestra. I could easily have imagined that it would
have been a beautiful day to get out on the lake for some fishing. As I thought
of my rod still unpacked in the trunk of my car I almost let slip a giggle. The
folks back home expecting me to bring them back any of the catch were going to
be mighty disappointed because fishing was the last thing I would be doing on
my week long honeymoon.
I looked over to the master bed at my sleeping new bride any her new lord
Tyrone. She looked like she should be uncomfortable tied to the bed boards but
she slept the sleep of the blessed. She actually had just the slightest smile
on her lipstick- smeared red lips as though thinking of more pleasant times
[like maybe last night?]
I looked to the clock and saw it was nearly 9 a.m. I thought about making
a noise to wake the Niggers to get the show on the road but I had to be
careful. It seamed crucial to my long term plans to have Lean slowly see me
humiliated by the brutes. I mean the girl had been willing to walk the isle
with me the prior day. If I was going to end up cuckold to her and the black
lovers I desired for her then careful execution of the plan was critical. I
needed to take the baby steps that would see Lean loose her respect for me by
building her anger at me for my impotence to save either of us from out fates.
Then if she would fall into lust with the Niggers I would have the wife I had
dreamed of.
Lean was the next to wake. My wife had not been gagged and her head was
not restrained either. She looked to me and our eyes met. She seamed to dare
not call out for fear of waking the guys. I saw her pull at the bindings around
her wrists but it was no use. I tried to give her helpless eyes. Her eyes back
look for of regret and unhappiness. I guess I had wondered if I would see lust
but maybe the girl's ease into her slave role the night before was the result
from a sense of shock or the liquor from our reception? I admit Leans
expression gave me more to contemplate, as we both awaited the studs to awaken,
then I had anticipated based on the events of the night before.
It was almost another half-hour before Deon awoke although it seamed like
an eternity to me. He quickly kicked his brother out of the bed. Mustafa swore
at him and playfully jumped back in to punch him a few times. You would have
never new the young men were in the middle of a rape. The ruckus awoke Tyrone
who returned some decorum to the scene.
"Knock it off Niggers."
Deon managed to get Mustafa off him and then made the request. "Hey
Tyrone I woke up with a little problem hear. Mind if I use the bitch to take
care of it?"
"Fuck, you're hornier then a rattlesnake and would probably fuck one if
you could. I tolds when we took this job that the boss had an agenda. You will
get yours but first we need to set the mood and one thing about this country
air is it gives a Nigger an appetite."
Tyrone reached over to grab his blade as he talked. "You gonna cook us up
something special this morning bitch."
I had tasted Lean's cooking and it was not that bad. Her mother was the
typical get to your man through his stomach type and Lean had made a big deal
out of cooking for me during the courtship. I knew an erotic day after the
wedding, erotic meal scene would play with her psyche.
Mustafa had started toward the toilet as Tyrone cut Lean free. "Where are
you going Nigger?"
"I got to take a piss."
"Fuck didn't you Nigger's even read the orders. The toilets for this week
our the honkys. Hey wife don't be so fast to be getting up. Mustafa has to take
a piss and I have to too. What do you think. Pick which white toilet for us to
use."
It was a masterful stroke on Tyrone's part. I was scheduled to really
take a lot of abuse on day two but to put the choice on Lean was all Tyrone's
idea. I was going to get every cent of my five thousand dollars out of the
Nigger.
Lean just looked like her little head would explode. She had got up to
her feet in her crumpled wedding dress and stood trapped, held around the wrist
by Tyrone's powerful grip. She looked down into the Nigger's face with eyes
that seamed to beg him not to force her to make the decision and then turned to
glance to me as if for assistance. I decided not to be easy on her and tried to
message her back that I did not want it. I know she probably would have took it
for me but to see my eyes probably lowered me at least two levels in her
esteem.
"Use me. Please don't you understand. This will destroy him. Do what you
will with me but please don't hurt my husband."
What a woman! "Ain't that simple bitch cause honky has to pay for that
attitude he showed. Now what we do to you is a bonus but he is gonna get his
too. You might think it is gonna destroy him but what would you think if we
broke him to our dicks. I had me a couple of white punks doing time and they
get into it just as much as you bitches do. That is the laugh to us brothers.
It is only a matter of time till all you whites our slaved to Nigger cocks
cause you alls want it. You knew it last time and we are gonna remember you
today but if you think you can spare your "love" then get on your knees and let
Mustafa relieve himself."
Lean whimpered ever so softly as she assumed the position. Mustafa
withdrew and stepped over my wife's face to take his second use of her. Last
night had been strictly for laughs but this was functional and that made it
just seam more degrading. Mustafa ordered my wife to keep her mouth open and
drink and then he took his morning piss. The pungent urine filled my wife's
mouth and she started to "flush". Mustafa grabbed her and moved his dick to her
lips. He ordered her to open her mouth wide and let him piss right down her
throat.
No one was running the camera. I felt like jumping up and grabbing it
myself but there was nothing I could do bound and gagged as Mustafa gave my
lovely wife her first mouthful of black meat. Luckily it was not a blow job as
I NEEDED THAT on camera.
As Mustafa shook off on Lean, Deon stepped up to bat. He pulled down his
happy face boxers and his ten plus inches sprang out in full erection and poked
Lean in her eye. She reached up to take the cock as he started just pissing.
She jerked back and clenched her eyes shut to save herself. It looked like the
next path of piss went up her nose. Deon made no attempt to aim and sprayed her
wild until her little white hand reached up to take his cock.
"Aim me in your mouth bitch and drink it."
Lean directed the last of the Nigger's piss into her open mouth. "Hey
Tyrone, sorry I cut in. Man did you see that. What a slut."
"Yeah, while that slut is going to be making us breakfast. Shit, get her
out of that filthy dress. Those stains ain't coming out to bad. Be careful
frying the bacon all naked Lean. You could real get burned."
"Hey, I thought you needed to piss too."
"I have to do the full deal. I know you all ain't into seeing that before
you eat so it's time to take Michael out side."
As Deon finished pulling my wife's ruined wedding gown up over her head,
she looked quickly to me. I wondered if she was glad it was not her going
outside. Mustafa chimed in, "Fuck you want me with you case cracker boy tries
anything?"
"This pathetic little piece of shit? If he even looks cross-eyed I just
may just drop his tussed up carcass into the lake. He will fully function as my
total toilet and then I will just leave him out there to finish flushing while
we eats our breakfast so get the bitch cooking and get it on video in case she
gets burned good by any of the grease."
I grimaced and let myself curse into my wife's panty gag as Tyrone
disconnected me from the chair. I gave him a shove with my shoulder to earn
myself a good punch to the gut. I let myself drop hoping he would drag me like
a bitch by the hair but he gave me a kick in the ribs instead and ordered me to
crawl. It was a good choice too.
Once outside, Tyrone roughly helped me to my feet and we moved off a safe
distance from the cabin before he took the cuffs off and ungagged me. I rubbed
my hands trying to get some circulation.
"I have to say you are one sick fuck. You really are enjoying it."
"Hey for the money I'm paying, I better enjoy it."
"That is one fine bitch you got. I will never understand why your doing
this."
"I never picked this fantasy. It picked me."
"Yeah well it doesn't really matter to me as long as your green is good.
The last time I got to have so much fun I went up the creek if you remember."
"You don't have to worry about that this time."
"Maybe not."
"What you said last night. About the bitch bringing you the baby was it
true?"
"FUCK!! I don't even think I knocked the bitch up. I mean this is real. I
read you like an open book Michael. It doesn't bother me. Fuck, I guess I get a
laugh out of it. Working in the joint all you see of us is rapists and murders
but we are people too. I don't know what fucked you up or if you were just born
but your fantasies aren't real. I mean we will rape the bitch. That is easy,
but if you think you gonna live happy ever after? ain't no guarantees."
"Just stick to the script. I couldn't be happier. I want her to get all
the cock you guys can give her today."
"Don't worry about that. I have twelve years to catch up on if you
remember and this is the brother's first times so your little wife is going to
get herself wore right out. Thing is today you are just going to loose the
bitch once we turn the black magic loose."
"Hey, if it happens stick to the script though. Make sure to stress my
guilt and impotence. Really make fun of my little cock but lets hold of showing
her until tomorrow when I punk for the first time. Maybe it can be a reward for
her doing good in taking the whipping or something. Try to make it a choice for
her again so she sicks you all on me. I want her getting used to making that
decision. Try to encourage her to enjoy the knowledge that she chose me when to
boys choke me. Make sure to make it seam like I deserve it oh yeah, hold off on
the death threats for a couple days then take me as though you are going to put
me in the lake when I refuse to give you the access number to the bank account.
I will break then and acknowledge you as my lord and we can do the tattoos
then."
"Okay. I better get back inside and let you finish "eating my shit"."
"Oh yeah. That was really more disgusting then I thought it would be with
the ring last night so don't do that anymore."
"Do you want us to use Lean instead."
no, say its too much hassle to clean us after. Actually maybe she should
watch me eat it just once willingly so do me before the tattoos."
"Can do. I really do have to piss. Do you want it in your mouth?"
"Use a tree."
We had not heard any screams from the cabin so it was up to my
imagination how much the frying bacon had splattered poor little Lean as she
had prepared breakfast. I thought about taking a peak into the window but I
knew the video camera would be running so I just tried to stretch and get the
blood back into my hands and feet while I waited to be fetched. If the Niggers
went by script I knew what the scene would be as Lean would be sat on their
laps one by one and hand feed them all. I wanted food sharing like in those
corn ball movies and for Lean to feel their erections as she squirmed on their
laps. Her body was open game except for actual penile penetration. Give the
condemned girl a last meal before her last surviving shreds of decency were
destroyed forever.
I finally allowed myself to move closer to the cabin as my impatience
grew. From the open window I heard Tyrone again improving on my scrip telling
Lean to have another strip of bacon because she was "eating for two" now. He
joked with her whither she wanted any pickles and ice cream. When Lean finally
seamed full she suggested the remaining food might go to me but Tyrone just
laughed and said I was full of shit. He said I had took it like a bitch who
loved it too. He asked Lean how that made her feel but I could not hear her
reply. Finally, Deon was dispatched to fetch me. I quickly allowed him to help
me back into my bindings. The young Nigger looked at me like I was trash. I
have to admit the look sent shivers of anticipation through me as visions of
loosing control both excited me and served as my worst nightmare.
"Hey white boy you cleaned up nice. Was it good to the last drop?"
Obviously he had never gone in the first place but to Lean it had to look like
I had cleaned myself thoroughly with my tongue.
When Deon finished securing me back to the chair Tyrone asked him, "Hey
Nigger you still "up" for a midmorning party?"
"In answer Deon stepped right out of his happy face boxers. The young
stud was the best looking of the Niggers with facial feature reminiscent of OJ.
All three of the Niggers were more then twice my size but from what I would be
able to confirm, Deon had maybe an inch or so on his family. Deon was going to
be the first to sample Lean's oral talents.
"Say ahhh."
The one disadvantage of Lean's short hair style is it did not allow the
guys to really get their hands wrapped in it as they controlled her. She was
long enough to jerk back and fourth but it would have been nice to see her with
the type of hair where they could have really pulled her around like a cave
girl.
Lean had not been able to touch up her lipstick since the reception.
Between being pissed on five times and sleeping the night, she was looking
pretty native and had nothing to ease the friction except what she had been
born with as the kid thrust home.
It was hard to say how experience Deon was, it pleased my sensibilities
imagining him starting a long time ago preferably with a young sister or some
poor little white school girl but the conversation with Tyrone still
reverberated in my mind. As young as Deon was, He may have been no more
experienced then poor Lean.
Deon did fare a lot better then Lean as the blow job commenced. Whatever
his experience, he was a confidant bastard. Deon had a nice pace and an air of
authority as he made Lean give him the works. Lean was require to pucker up and
kiss the head each time Deon pulled out. He had her move underneath to get a
real feel for the mass of his member, running her tongue from tip to base. He
pushed her lower still and had her pleasure his black balls.
For the initial few minuets Lean was allowed to hold off at about the six
inch mark. It would have been enough to take me with room to spare but a stud
like Deon needed more and was going to get it. I saw Lean's eyes widen as she
felt the pressure tighten on the back of her head. Deon vocally informed her
what was required and physically demonstrated that it was nonnegotiable.
Lean started to choke as it seamed she managed to struggle down another
inch. Deon was just trying to stuff in and it was getting messy as the drool
started. "You better relax that throat cunt cause I don't care if you choke
out. I ain't never been able to get it all the way in a bitch before."
What an honor for Lean, huh? I had never asked Lean if she had ever
sucked cock before and as life has progressed it is impossible for me to ask
her now so I will always wonder if I saw her first time that day with Deon.
The well hung Nigger, tried hard to stuff in another inch while Lean's
choking became full gag reflex. The kid finally saw Tyrone signal him to back
off. Lean greedily sucked in the deep gulps of air she was allowed before Deon
made attempt number to drive it home all the way down her throat.
The kid penetrated my wife deeply on the thrust. He showed slightly
better technique and instead of applying constant pressure, pulled back a
little first to get momentum as he humped into her mouth to start face fucking
her. Deon was kind of obscuring my view with both hands in her hair and the
humping motion but when he finally ordered my wife to hold it and paused
himself to allow his brother to document the accomplishment, I realized his
balls were on her chin.
When Deon pulled back, my wife looked as slutty as any porn star with the
thick, stringy drool connection his cock to her mouth. It must have gave the
Nigger the same idea. "Give me the camera. I'm gonna do her like that movie
guy. Does this thing have one of them weird wide angles that will distort the
fuck out of her face while I soak her?"
Lean looked almost patient as she used the brief recess to recompose
herself. As Deon got the focus he wanted he aimed the camera down and ordered
her to suck him off. Both his hands were on the camera but Lean did not seam to
need any persuasion. Tyrone told her to get vocal.
"Give it to me mmmgh yeah sluurp ohhh give this white girl ummmm yeah, I
want it in my mouth. Let me taste your Nigger load."
It was not the most original sex-talk any of us had ever heard but it did
the job of Lean's cock-sucking did. Either way, Deon popped out and Lean was
required to hold him at her while he shot all over her face. The Nigger had a
mouth watering load very much in league with the gonzo porn king he was
emulating. Lean had never looked prettier.
Tyrone snapped a Polaroid. "Now if this isn't a Kodak moment, what is?
Hey mikey get a look at wifey now. What a poster this would make huh? Too back
you don't have a digital camera here. This picture could make some magnificent
wall paper for the family den back home. Think of what company would say when
they knew there was no way you could ever produce like this. How much do you
squirt. A drop? A little tear drop? Is that a tear on your cheek? This is a
baby making load on your wife now. Don't get your hope up because she got just
as much last night and that was in the cunt hey Mustafa, you got a load like
this for the bitch."
"Hell, ya."
"Okay but look at you bitch. You look like a fucking glazed donut. God,
your scummy. Hey Mustafa, fetch wifey's wedding panties. I think it is time to
flavor them again. How about it fag boy. You want your first faggot taste of
Nigger sperm? It ain't gonna be your last."
I tried to make it good when the panties were pulled out of my mouth
promising I would kill them all and they were going to jail and then I would
have their asses. I got a little more out before Mustafa realized he needed to
bitch slap me. He had no finesse and it felt like he blackened my eye. He
struck me twice more for show while I shut up before he broke anything. He
tossed his brother the panties and they had Lean clean herself.
"Okay, now go put them back in his mouth. Show your precious "ex-husband"
what his precious little wife made the big black cock do all over her pretty
white face."
Lean wiped herself clean using the panties to soak up every drab of cum
from around her mouth and nose, then she just calmly rose to her feet and
crossed to where I was and dutifully placed the Nigger flavored panties back
into my mouth. I opened my eyes in feigned indignation as Lean was instructed
to tape her panties in place.
Mustafa gave her a rough shove onto the bed. "This load goes in your cunt
bitch."
Lean rolled onto her back and spread submissively while Deon's twin
climbed on. His was the thickest of the Nigger's cocks and this added girth
seamed impressed upon Lean judging by her vocality at the second attempt at
breeding began. Mustafa pounded my tiny white wife into the bed with his
powerful black ass before changing gears and rolling her up on top of him. He
forced her to sit up and hump him herself while he fondled her pert tits. He
rolled her over again and secured position on her from behind lending me fear
she was going anal. Tyrone might have expected that was in danger too as he
decided to take the next step himself.
"Get the bitch back on top. Time to oreo her." Now if that is not a vivid
trademark infringement what is?
"Okay, okay, just wait." I think the buggar was bummed he wasn't getting
my wife's tightest of holes.
Lean had her own thought's on the matter, "NO! You can't be series. I
CAN'T. Don't you understand? I never even had it like THAT before."
Now that was revealing. "Relax relax. I got some jelly here. Don't worry
bitch. We gonna make you feel good like a woman should feel. We gonna let you
know you never could of been satisfied with cracker's one inch teeny dick. When
we fill you gonna have better then twenty inches. You know that bitch."
"..no, I can't I can't. Their too big. You will rip me open," Lean
mumbled as Tyrone lubricated her. I watched the next great event as he pushed
Lean over Mustafa down below and made his mount of her ass.
Lean's scream was consistent with a girl getting ripped in two but it was
nothing so gruesome as it was just something that was going to take some
getting used to for my inexperienced wife.
"PULL IT OUT! PULL IT OUT, PLEASE. I'M BEGGING. Ohmygod, ohmygod ohmy
GOOOOD!!! OHHHHHH. I CAAAAN'T!!!"
"You got it bitch. Can't you feel that. I knew you could do it. Yeah,
just enjoy it. You will get used to it."
"No oh my God really? ahhh it's feels so much. Am I bleeding?"
"Nah. It feels pretty good huh. After this you are gonna laugh at little
fag boy over there. I made him show me his dick when I shit on him and let me
tell you I have seen bigger clits on woman. Maybe he is a woman or should be
anyhow. He certainly will never be man enough for you after this sandwich for
you. How you holding out down their Mustafa. Want to shag this bitch now and
float her boat?"
"Ohhh. I ain't gonna be able to hold much longer. I can feel you man.
This is freaky. I want her to talk though like last night to encourage me."
"You here the kid. You remember the routine. The more you excite, the
wetter he shoots."
"Ohhhkay ah, I want it in my cunt. Iiiii, oh God, I feel full. I want you
to cream in me Mustafa. I want to make your baby. I want you to breed my white
tummy full of your special Nigger baby. I want you to stick my pathetic faggot
husband with this filthy Nigger baby."
Now that perked up my ears. It was not demanded. Maybe she only said it
in expected requirement but it was her choice and it sounded wonderful. I
wanted to hear it again but Mustafa had reached his limit. Lean got squished
tight against him and sat upon him as his potent baby juice sought out it's
epic adventure at fertilizing an egg or two. Lean did not manage an orgasm of
her own this time, possibly with the distraction of having close to eleven
inches hard up her ass. Tyrone kept Lean sitting on his younger cousin as he
used the extra room inside her to get busy on her ass. He finished deep in her
to give her a squishy sensation. In just under the hour my cute wife had all
three holes filled and lubricated. It was time for a rest. The day was just
starting and I had many more pieces of the ultimate setup left to explore.
End of chapter III.
A note from the author.
I hope you are enjoying the story so far. I have gotten far more
descriptive with mood and motivation then I had originally intended and see
that this ultimate set up is going to end up exceeding forty pages. I have sent
out a few advanced copies to some of my fans and am just filtering feedback now
so I am not set in stone how this story is going to end up, but since I feel
like I am cheeping out by now posting in parts when I was committed to posting
as a whole, I do feel like I owe the reader a taste of what is to come.
I have pretty much covered how day two of the hornymoon is going to
finish up. Wife Lean will be taking cock, more cock, and yet more cock. Let me
tell you that she is going to discover there is just so much cock a girl can
take before things happen.
Day three changes gears as Lean needs to build up some hostility to
Michael. Highlight sees her bound hands over head and whipped. Could get
descriptive depending on my mood when I do the scene. She will only get mercy
when she begins to verbally degrade and belittle me. Then it is my turn to go
to the next level. Imagine that HE LIKES IT, MIKEY LIKES IT.
Chances are Lean might get a kick out of my disgrace too. Day four will
see more 'fertility' drug treatments and some gratuitous verbal and physical
abuse to me. As will day's five through seven for that matter. I guess just how
gratuitous it gets will be my test as a writer but I have a few plot twists yet
that should keep things interesting.
Our major players are all going to be changed by the week. There is a
sharp curve in the road a head but maybe you have already seen it. Does Tyrone
have reinforcements on the way? [unlikely] Is he going to write himself into
future chapters [hmmmm] Does Lean find out Michael wanted it? [embarrassing] Is
her acceptance just an act? [oh-oh] What about Michael? What crops does our
brave little freak harvest from this ultimate setup he sowed? Does he get the
life he dreamed or will his dreams end up a living nightmare? Be careful what
you wish for and watch for The Ultimate Setup Continued for the thrilling
conclusion of the hornymoon. Will there be an Ultimate Setup Payback? Send me
your ideas at mkarl@mrdouble.com The story lives on for as long as I have
something to say.
On a final note any comments are welcome at the above mentioned address
of mkarl@mrdouble.com on this or any other of my works. I have been enjoying
all the correspondence and I think my story telling is growing as a result. We
all have our personal sensibilities and erotic interests but sometimes just a
turn of a phrase makes an entire concept seam fresh again. My stuff has been
repetitive in theme because these are my interests but this very story marks a
major departure for me at least in choice of women. I have a cute little piece
of filth putting Julia Roberts at the mercy of some gorillas that was also an
experiment for me which has achieved very favorable response. Is there any
particular topics you would like my style applied too? I respond to all
correspondence and wait for your democratic participation. Until I manage to
bget Chapters four and five typed out, this is, as always mkarl.
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