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Copyright (C) 1999, mkarl. ALL Rights Reserved
This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit or on another website
without the written permission of the author. The author may be contacted by
writing mrdouble@mrdouble.com or mrdouble@ix.netcom.com.
Original posting date:
Sunday PM, August 08, 1999
A Resident Author story from MrDouble's archive,
Filename: ultimat3.txt
http://www.mrdouble.com
The epic comes to a screaching halt. Sorry if you were expecting more but the
story has been pretty much told. I wrap up a couple of dangling plot threads
and hint at things to come but basically this is just for those who needed
closure.
The Ultimate Setup III
By mkarl
Chapter 6
I sit here now looking back at how it had all began. A lifetime of
obsessions had compelled me into a course of no return. Did I know what would
happen when I took that first step?
They say be careful what you wish for. But when I put The Ultimate Setup
into motion all I could think of was the lust that consumed my very soul.
Typing this out is slow going. Ty junior and the baby are both suffering
colds and since T-bone has Lean out for a night on my dime, I am stuck
baby-sitting. It is my life but I have no one to blame but myself cause the
setup was all mine.
Inspired by a childhood incident between my own mother and two young
black males, by life was a nonstop journey into white slavery. I had taken a
job at the local penitentiary but when I saw the blacks on the other side of
the cage, all I could think of was my lust. I had to live the dream no matter
the cost and then Lean fell into my grasp.
The girl reminded me so much of my own mother. I felt like a monster but
my dick was in control and had no conscious so the ultimate plan was hatched.
Tyrone was to have given me the bride of my dreams who would be a
nigger's slut and cuckold me to her wicked dark desires, but I never figured he
would end up running the show.
The double cross had started on day three of the "hornymoon." I had
prepared a script for the niggers for each day. For $5000 I expected to be
obeyed but a white boy who wants to be bound helpless and used as a bitch ends
up loosing respect.
I guess I should not have been surprised when Tyrone and his young
cousins turned on me. I guess I should not even have been that unhappy as Lean
got right into and giggled at what a pathetic faggot I was for the nigger studs
as they had me suck them off at the breakfast table.
I wanted it. I needed her scorn and disdain to punish me for my
perversions and she gave it to me in spades. I still don't know to this day if
Lean broke easy to the setup or if she had it in her from the start, but she
sure ended up as the "wife" of my dreams.
I remember that third day of my honeymoon well. The morning orgy while I
was left tied. The performance at lunch time where I again served as a toilet.
And finally, the whipping.
The images in the television series Roots or North and South had always
aroused me. One human bound hands over their head, helpless, while their
"master" punished them at a whim. That was so primal. So sensually erotic.
I wanted to see Lean feel the bite of the belt but as things had spun out
of my control, I had began to fear "that" pleasure would be denied me. I
actually felt relief as Tyrone secured her to the tree.
"No don't please Tyrone. I will be good. Please."
"Now bitch. Your ass is mine, but a nigger has his needs and we been paid
good money to whip you so blame Michael. He is the one that is causing your
suffering."
"YOU LITTLE FAGGOT WORM. I HATE YOU MICHAEL. OWWWWW.GOD, NOOOO."
T-bone brought the belt across the blades of her shoulders. He had wet
the leather so it bit and marked the impact. He drew back and let her have it
again and then again and again. He whipped her lower, across the small of the
back, on her ass. Her upper legs. He spun her around and gave it to her across
her firm white tits and struck several punishing shots aimed off between her
legs.
All the while, Lean screamed and begged. I felt my own eyes water. How
could I have wanted THIS??? Then it was my turn. Deon and Mustafa both did the
honors and I deserved every lash of their rage. I still have some of the scars
from the day. Luckily Lean got off without permanent disfigurement but the
whipping on day three was just another incident on the way to the completion of
the ultimate setup.
End of Chapter six
Chapter seven
Yeah, it was a honeymoon to remember. I lost track of just how many times
Lean was fucked. Those niggers were like sex machines and had it up four or
five times a day. I was used as Lean's personal bath and was constantly
required to clean her of the nigger's cum.
They wasted none of their potent nigger seed on me directly over the
final three days but I licked enough off Lean to really develop a taste for it.
Lean loved to grab my hair and pull my face into her cream pie as she forced me
to service her. She called me every humiliating thing she could imagine and her
imagination was getting pretty good.
The beer at the cabin ran out on day six and we all loaded up and drove
to town. The guys beat me before we set out and packed their pieces telling me
if I tried anything stupid that I would get capped. I think they meant it and
it terrified me but also excited me. I was so fucked.
The townsfolk gave us a huge look as T-bone escorted my bride around. I
must have looked a hell of a mess with the bruises and all. We pulled a couple
cases at the bar and sat down for a quick one.
The barmaid gave us a once over like she was looking at a pile of trash.
Lean wickedly told me to get under the table and kiss everyone's feet. I was so
humiliated. The bar maid came back with the drinks and my wife pointed out that
I was her husband and would be under the table for a bit but the bar maid could
ask that I come out if she wanted.
I guess the teenager wasn't quite up to that but she never made us leave
or called the police either as Lean forced me to suck cock in that bar. We
decided not to push things and got out of town fairly quick but just to add
salt to my wound, I had to wear the single load of cum from Mustafa's huge cock
all the way home. It was considered a privilege for me as all the other loads
were for my "wife's" fertile cunt.
What a honeymoon it was and as day seven had come and passed I was given
pause to stop and wonder what was to happen next. Part of me expected to go in
the lake when Tyrone extorted my bank account access.
He made me plead for my life as he put the gun to my temple one last
time. Lean actually begged him to do it and make her a widow. That hurt, but I
could never hold it against her. Tyrone finally said that I would be needed to
raise his children and that Lean was a deserving slut so he would come live
with us and be the master of the house.
That was almost three years ago and life has proceeded on that path ever
since. Lean has become a pure nigger's slut. She wears tattoos on her ass,
tits, cunt, and even in public sight on her arms and ankles proclaiming all
sorts of racist labels. I have my own property of niggers tattooed prominently
on my ass.
T-bone got pissed at me one day and got word into the pen of my
enslavement. Several of the niggers coerced me into the cells and gang raped
me. I am their bitch now. It is only a matter of time until my whole life
unravels.
Lean wanted to spend a night in prison herself. I was so anxious that we
would get caught. The nigger's actually didn't even really hurt her as I was
able to get her to seventeen hard timers.
Lean especially has a thing for criminals. Rapists and murders. She has
become something of a pain freak and lives on the danger. We are going to start
up a halfway house to reintroduce violent offenders back into society.
I know what we are doing is wrong and sick but it is all just too late.
"My" children will eventually pay for our sins too. Even though I am not
their father, I still actually love them. It is perverse when Lean makes me get
on my knees and suck Ty's little two year old cock. My wife loves it when the
little dude pisses on me.
Lean seams to be late with her period as I write this. Tyrone and her
have told me she is to be pregnant every year until it is no longer possible. I
can't really get any more humiliated as my family and friends have already
abandoned me but the financial strain of supporting Tyrone, Lean, their breed
and all their assorted love parterres is breaking me.
I have to go now. Little Ty needs to relieve himself but I say just one
more time to warn you be careful what you wish for.
Conclusion of The Ultimate Setup
Note from the author
Wow, this was hard to write. I loved the concept but execution has
excruciating. I hope the end result was worth while. I apologize for the short
thrift of this concluding volume but even it was like driving needles under my
nails. I am doing a fairly massive rewrite of several parts of the setup.
Cleaning up punctuation and accenting some of the imagery of the action so
expect a collected revised edition to be available soon.
To get information on this project or to communicate in any other way
with the author please e-mail to writemkarl@hotmail.com
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reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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