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                       BASKETBALL TERROR
                               
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                THE TEAM FROM THE RICH SUBURBS

                          Chapter 1


Synthia Piper was almost at the top. She had worked her ass off all year,
scheming and planning for this moment. She had arranged to get her team into
a league that included a lot of poor, inner city schools. She had seen to it
that her kids received the best training that money could buy. She had bribed
many of the officials of the big tournament, even a number of the other
coaches had succumbed to her bribes, and on one distasteful occasion, her
body. Now she was in a position to give the parents of Virgin Miller College
what they wanted, and what they had paid for. The Silver Cup.

So she had been forced to do a nooner with that fat overweight jock on the
tournament committee. He had been so sweaty and that flab, well that was
behind her now. Now she could concentrate on the sweet young girls. Lots of
sweet young bodies to intimidate and seduce. Why it made her smooth pussy
water just thinking of the future. The Silver Cup for their trophy case would
give her the keys to the future. Champions of the high school girls'
basketball league, division three would be just the start.

Each parent had coughed up the bucks to get their spoiled bitches to the
pinnacle of their conference. Now, with a little luck, a little intimidation
and a whole shit pot load of money, she would overcome the opposition and get
the Silver Cup for her school, and for her own future.

It had worked so far, and now there was only one team left to play for the
cup. OK, the opposition was a tough group of ghetto kids, but the officials
would give her every break. A hefty bribe had seen to that. Not that it was
necessary, half of the girls at the inner city school probably spent more
time in jail than on the court and, if possible, her friends would see that
some of them were taken right off the court for drugs.

Everything was in place. She would tonight dine on champaign and strawberries
and that sweet Sandra. Big tits, red hair, that girl had the tastiest cunt.
And, with the trophy, would come the recognition and the respect she that
deserved. Synthia had been an athlete in college, with scholarships and a
bright future, but one fucking incident, one little episode of cheating had
seen her career in ruins. She would show them. Once she got a reputation for
training winning teams, she could take her pick of jobs, and those ass holes
at BCN could go fuck themselves.

She could imagine their faces. Now it was the big day. She had roused the
little bitches out of bed and had them standing in front of the well kept
school grounds with their bags, waiting for the chartered bus to take them to
the title game. It was a long trip, and she wanted to get there early, just
to make sure the fix was in. Everything was going her way,

The usual bus arrived with a sigh and the door opened. A hugh black man
emerged and smiled at her.

"You're the team for the tournament?" he inquired. His eyes roved over the
nubile young white flesh of the waiting athletes. If anything his color, a
deep black, seemed to go to purple. The girls, who had been talking and
laughing moments before, fell silent, staring.

"Y, Yes!! Where is Steve, our usual driver??" she asked.

"Oh he's got a sick wife, and I volunteered to take his place as I's got
folks in town that I ain't seen in a while. I'm a good driver and I'll get
you's there with smiles on your faces. Yes sir. I aims to please you folks.
Now let's get those cases in the cargo box and get's started afore the
traffic builds up."

With that he proceeded to take her bag and open the door to the under side of
the bus. There was a big duffle bag already in the compartment. Did it move??
No it must be something else.

Synthia saw the hugh big black man move efficiently through the crowd of
shrinking, silent white girls and separated them from their bags. Soon all of
the baggage was stowed in the belly and the cargo door closed. Without a
backward glance he lumbered through the milling group of girls and stepped
onto the bus. The springs groaned from his bulk, and the bus seemed to shift.
A couple of the girls giggled as he shifted his enormous bulk into the
driver's seat.

"All aboard for the tournament," he shouted at the tittering girls, "Hurry up
fo' the good seats." 

Synthia hesitated for a moment, but then shrugged her shoulders and raised
her clipboard. She called out the girls' names, checking them off as they
walked past her onto the buss.

"Terry."

A tall, willowy blonde girl with large green eyes nodded her head and got on
the bus.

"Shanda."

"Kathryn."

"I don't want to go, if he's driving."

Synthia looked up. The speaker, a tall, brunette looked over at the black man
with a sneer of distaste on her haughty face. The teacher leaned in and
whispered, "I understand, but we have to get to the game. Just hold your
nose." The girl giggled and then nodded. She got onto the bus, pinching her
nostrils between her fingers.

The driver looked away but his teeth gleamed at the fully expanded blouse of
the girl. "Yes sir that is going to be some sweet meat there!" he thought.

"Regina, Sandra, Elizabeth,"

Finally, the whole team was on the bus, all ten girls. Synthia swung onto the
front seat and put her clipboard away. There was a tittering and some
disputes over who sat with whom but finally they were all in and seated.

Synthia said, "OK, all here." She looked at the bus driver and wrinkled her
nose. Oh well, "What's your name?"

"Just call me Larry. I hope we get to know each other better as the trip goes
on."

Larry had the whitest teeth she had ever seen. His eyes seemed to look right
through her and she shuddered under their gaze, turning away as he closed the
door and released the brake. The bus seemed to sigh and then the engine
rumbled to life. The girls laughed and clapped as their transportation turned
down the road and picked up speed, carrying them towards their adventure.
They sensed that this would be a high point in their lives. They were going
to make school history. Little did they know how right they were.

Larry drove like a madman. He had them on the highway and into the city with
ease. As a couple of hours passed, most of the girls soon got bored with
travel. Kathryn loudly muttered something to Sandra about "Monkey driving at
the wheel."  Synthia almost turned to tell her to keep it down, but then
shrugged, what did it matter if they hurt the bus driver's feeling? After all,
they called them porch monkeys in the ghetto, so he would be use to it.

Most of the girls didn't notice when the bus took an early exit. Synthia
thought that something was wrong when they drove through the half burnt-out
ghetto, but when she stood up to complain, Larry stepped on the gas and she
tumbled back into her seat. A couple of the girls screamed, but most were too
scared with the violent motions to make any noise. They just sat, paralysed,
as the speeding bus bounced and jiggled over potholes and half-paved road.
Finally, Larry turned a corner and applied the brakes in an alley behind a
large brick building.

The engine died. He heaved himself out of his seat, turned around and said,
"Now we have a little rest stop here!!" A large .45 appeared in his hand, he
grabbed Synthia's arm, pulled her out of her seat and spun her around to face
the now screaming girls.

"Shut the fuck up!"

The panicked girls ignored his order. He raised the pistol in the air and
fired. The explosion of the .45 in the confined space of the bus deafened the
girls, and finally stopped the screaming. Satisfied with the silence, Larry
turned to open the door.

Seeing her chance, Kathryn sought to flee through the emergency door at the
back of the bus. As she dropped to the pavement, however, the slender brunette
was greeted by a large group of black kids, mostly teenagers. Some had sticks,
some knives, some even had guns. Letting out a shriek, she tried to climb back
into the bus, but was pulled down into the crowd. Sandra, a redhead with
large breasts, watched in horror from the inside of the bus as her teammate 
was quickly lost from sight behind a crowd of black teenagers.

Some other kids had jemmied open the cargo doors and were taking out the bags
and going over the contents of the now subdued white girls. A large duffle
bag was split open and a bound, gagged and naked Steve, the real bus driver,
was uncovered.

Inside the bus, Larry hadn't been wasting his time. After seeing that the
escaping girl was well taken care off, he had been stripping the basketball
coach. Synthia had struggled at first, but the feel of the .45 at her
forehead encouraged cooperation. While he worked, Larry looked up at the
frightened teenage girls and spoke, "Now I thinks you'll needs to rest for a
while. What says you'll strip's down for yo comfort and shit?? Else wise the
girls will take pleasure in treating you'll to a new set of rags made from
those fashionable duds you has on."

The girls didn't move. Larry had Synthia down to her bra and panties when he
finally threw her out to the waiting crowd. Taking a couple of steps down the
aisle, he reached down and grabbed a screaming girl, Regina Jones, from her
seat and roughly tore her blouse and then her bra from her slight frame.
Regina, a tomboy all her life, was a slender girl, with thin hips and no
breasts to speak of.

Larry sneered at her. "Looks like we got a boy hiding here. Tear off the
panties and if I sees there's a dick hiding down there..." Larry laughed as
he tossed her to the waiting crowd. The brown haired girl screamed and
struggled as black hands tore off her panties and began to explore her
lightly haired slit to assure themselves that their wasn't a dick in there.
She was nearly catatonic with fear from their feeling of her slit and the
crowd of boys and girls there, laughing and looking her over. She was so
scared she could not even scream. It took a particularly vicious pinch to her
left nipple to bring a vocal response.

"AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA" she screamed and tried to cover the now aching nipple.
It was a futile effort, with the many black hands exploring her now public
nudity.

Seeing what was happening to their teammates, the thoroughly frightened girls
now hurried to obey Larry's orders, they saw what awaited them off the bus so
maybe they would be safer to do as ordered and stay in the bus. They began to
undress, and covering themselves up as best they could with their hands. They
dropped their smart clothes under the seats to save them for future use. The
crowd, who seemed to be taking every thing in their baggage, swallowing up
their other fashionable clothes.

After they finished undressing, Larry herded the semi-clothed girls off of
the bus. As they stepped onto the pavement, each girl was grabbed by either a
black girl or boy and the precious underwear was torn off. The sound of
ripping and cries of outrage filled the air.

Satisfied that his charges were in hand, Larry sought out Synthia. He quickly
found her in the middle of a knot of black males were she was busily servicing
the whole group from her hands and knees. She was sucking, fucking and jacking
off a couple of the studs. One was even trying to fit his little black snake
in her ear without much success.

"Get out'a the way niger!" Larry exclaimed as he pulled the earfucker out of
the way. Angrily, he pushed the men away. The dicks gave up their places in
their reluctant holes and Larry dragged the dazed basketball coach over to
the bus steps. Her face glistened with come as he jerked her around and
turned to the crowd. She thought back fondly to the nooner with the official,
If only she had gone over there and given him the blow job he wanted today.
Oh God, If only she had,

He shouted, "y'all simmer down and bring the white bitches over here. NOW!!!
I want's to set the record straight here with them and dis here slimy
cheating whore."

A groan arose, but the knots of black bodies untangled themselves from the
white flesh at their centers and disgorged a motley collection of shivering
white females.

========================================================


                                Chapter 2

Larry stood up on the entrance steps of the bus with a reluctant Synthia
cowering at his side. She would have slid down and tried to get away, if it
hadn't been for his hold in her hair. As it was, she was twisting and
squirming in his strong grip, trying to cover her slit and nipples with her
hands, hoping to save what was left of her modesty.

It was a futile hope. The frustrated earfucker came up, grabbed her right
hand and uncovered her slit. He roughly stuck a bony, black finger in her and
then shouted angrily, "What is this shit? This whore is juicing to beat the
band. I thought that all of you stuck up white bitches had ice in here but
this'un is ready to fuck us all." He turned to his friends. "Just a whore
watering for some of our big black licorice sticks."

Tears rolled down Synthia's face, tracing paths through the thick globs of
cum, as the crowd burst into laughter. She wanted to shout at them that it
wasn't her juices, that the boy's finger had encountered the still warm cum
left by her recent rapes. But she was too scared.

Larry shot off the .45 again, to quiet the crowd of black teenagers and
maintain his authority. When they finally went quiet, he hollered, "Shut up,
motherfuckers. You didn't even know what hole to use when you had the chance."
The kids laughed. "You probably don't even know what to do with a fine piece
of cunt like this un, if we was to give it to you for a week. You'd probably
just be pleading on those bony knees of you'rn to get a little suck on one of
these here tits. Now get out the way and let me get this show on the road. We
got business here, fucker."

Embarrassed, the earfucker withdrew a slimy black finger from Synthia's hole
and, recognizing his place, shut his mouth. He wouldn't beg to suck her tits,
Well maybe he would. Naw!! He get this bitch alone soon and then.

Larry grinned at the crowd. "Now, we have a lying, stealing, conniving bitch
here. She done bribed and fucked her way here and she done promised the
officials that she'd give im a piece of this," He slid his hand along the
front of her cuntpad. "for favorable decisions. So her team'd win the fuckin'
cup. Didn't you cunt?" Synthia squirmed helplessly. "Please don't hurt me!"
she begged. "I was just trying to..."

"You see, I found out 'bout it, and I feels that if this cunt is going to be
used again us, I want's to sees it at work. It owes us. Does I have any
brothers that will volunteer to see if it is the real power behind this team
of pasty pussies we's got here!!" Larry shouted.

Larry shoved her forward and she fell to her knees. A cheer went up and the
volunteers quickly assembled to sample the novel white cunt. Some of the
brothers decided that there were other holes in need of the attentions of
some fine black hoses and tried them. The earfucker, as he was the smallest
brother there, got left out and found only her ear and hair available again.
Maybe later he thought. He had to get he some of this white bitch. If'n his
balls weren't black they'd be blue now.

"Now brothers and sisters," Larry went on having successfully disposed of
Synthia for the near future, "we come to the pasty cunts that 'play ball' for
this bitch." He surveyed the cowering, near naked girls in front of him.
"Course," he sighed, shaking his head in mock sadness, "it's not all prime
meat. Give me this little bitch here." he said, indicating Regina.

He lifted her slight weight until she was visible to all and continued on,
"You sure that this is a cunt?? I don't want to find no hidden dick in this
here supposed to be slit y'all over looked."

Regina was mortified. She had been stripped, examined and pawed over for an
eternity and still this niger was calling her a boy. At 17, she was ashamed
of her flat chest and boyish figure, and suffered lots of teasing from other
kids at school. But she tried to ignore it, working hard at school and on the
team. She planned to go to law school when she graduated, and, if she ever
got free of these black hands, she would file such a law suit,.

"AHHHHHHAHHHHHAHHHHH!" Regina screamed as her scalp seemed to catch fire in a
thousand little places. She forgot her modesty and grabbed for the black paw
that had lifted her effortlessly. She fought the fingers the gripped her hair,
but they seemed to be made of steel. Finally, her strength waned. She finally
gave up hopes of fighting the bastard and hung there like a trophy for this
black man.

With a huge grin, Larry lifted the crying girl even higher into the air. "Yes
sir. It still looks like a cock holder to me, Any of you's brothers tried a
dick in this?" he asked, sinking his thumb in the hole he was discussing.

"Noooo!" This brought renewed struggles from Regina as Larry's thick, greasy
finger pushed up against her cherry. The slender girl tried to push his hand
away, but he was too strong. She hung there, helpless and naked in the man's
hands, as he pushed and then broke her cherry. "Nooo!"

"Lookie here!!" Larry exclaimed, waving his bloody finger in the air, "Bitch
must of got teeth in there. See she bit me!!! y'all didn't do a good job of
zamining the bitch. Give me that old base ball bat you got there. I going to
knock the teeth out of this hole for all you'se." He grabbed the bat and
stuck the narrow end up against her clit at the mouth of her cunt. Regina
squealed in fear and started struggling anew, desperate to escape the thick,
wooden member. Larry grinned at her struggling. He placed the end of the bat
against her cunt and slowly lowered her onto it.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHAAAAA" Reginna screamed, twisting and thrashing as her wooden
lover gave her, her first fuck. She sunk down and then, finally, passed out.
Larry pulled her up and the bat stayed in it's snug new home. The crowd
laughed. Regina was now open for all time. She would be able to take on the
biggest of them with ease now and forever more.

Larry let her fall to the ground where she lay, unconscious, the bat still
sticking out of her wide open cunt. "Now them teeth won't bother y'all little
black snakes none." Larry laughed.

Finished with the slender brunette, he cast his gaze over the crying
teenagers. "Her!" He pointed at Sandra, a tall girl with large breasts and
thick, red hair. "Get me the big titted red head. This one going to look nice
on the court with a set of bells on her tits."

Sandra fought as black hands pulled her towards the impromptu dias, but she
was quickly forced to the waiting clutches of the powerful black man. She let
out a cry as his hugh paw closed over her hair and, as had happened moments
earlier with Regina, lifted her above the heads of the milling masses. She
sought to cover her treasures but Larry slapped her right tit with his free
hand.

"AHHHH AHHH!" Sandra screamed and, seeking to cover her jiggling tits,
shifted her hands upwards. Larry reached down, grabbed her pubic hair and
lifted. The results were loud and immediate. She resumed screaming, with a
higher pitch and her hands left her tits.

"Now this here un look like a basketball carrier. These two we could cut off
and play with at any ole lot in the ghetto. Might take a bit of a knack to
bounce up with these sticky out nipples. I might try's that later, maybe
after we get done today." Using both arms, Larry flung the twisting,
wailing Sandra into the crowd.

"OK. Listen up y'all black bastards. We going to take these pasty pussies
into the old gym here and have um limber up for the game today. Now bring um
along, let's get 'em inside to help our opponents. Sportsmen to pussy, so to
speak. HAHAHAHAAH"

The crowd surged forward and dragged the reluctant, naked team members to
their fate. Regina, still unconscious, was pulled into the building by her
hair, still trailing the baseball bat between her legs. The guy who had been
fucking Synthia reluctantly pulled out. He pulled her to her feet and shoved
the gasping coach into the building. The brunette stumbled along after her
team, a thick trail of cum dribbling down her legs.

The building seemed to be some kind of abandoned school. They were led down a
short hallway and into a larger room. It was a gym, complete with basketball
hoops, but the wood floor was old and cracked. Inside the gym, they were
herded to their bench. On the bench were a collection of hugh dildos nailed
down to the seat.

"Now this is your bench and cause you is already dressed for it take your
seats." Larry ordered.

It was too much for Terry. The tall, willowy blonde let out a scream and
tried to run away. She was quickly caught and so became the first one to take
to a dildo. Kicking and screaming, she was forced to straddle the massive
phallus.

"Now you get it in your hole or we won't be so choosie. We might pick the
wrong un. Or make a new un altogether," Larry said looking in Terry's wide,
blue eyes. She was sure he meant it and so she obeyed, lowering her precious
cunt onto the waiting dildo. She wasn't a virgin, but being forced to impale
herself onto a dildo in front of a bunch of strangers, especially nigers, and
it was so large too! After six agonizing inches, she tried to stop, but a
collection of helping hands on her shoulders forced her reluctant cunt onto
the fullest stuffing she had ever experienced. By the time her naked ass
touched the bench, her eyes became glassy and she now knew what a goose felt
like when stuffed.

"I bet she be ready for my big ol snake after that." the earfucker
interjected.

"Boy I done told you to get out the way, and put that little slimy thing back
where it belongs, or I going to cut it off and put it in YOUR ear!" Larry
exclaimed. Larry went around and slapped Terry's small, firm tits back and
forth a few times until he tired of the bounce. The girl didn't fight, she
just closed her eyes and leaned forward slightly, trying to ease the pain.

Satisfied, Larry looked up at the other girls. "Bring um all down here and
seat um up here, to hear my pep talk to them."

The girls fought and cried and twisted and screamed and begged and writhed,
but, finally, they were all seated on their respective dildos. Even Regina,
who had turned out to be the only virgin on the team, was woken and had the
bat removed in favour of the new intruder. Eventually, they were assembled on
the bench before the rival coach. The hands of the black teens assured that
they were firmly in place at the bottom of the seats.

"Now," he started, "we's gonna start your trainin to get ya ready for the
game tonight. To limber y'all up, we thinks y'all like a little run, oh, say
about 6 miles, through the streets with the crowd of boys as your protection.
'Course to assure that you don't get lost, we'll lock ya to this little
tackle dummy with Bubba and Dimona to hold it down."

Bubba and Dimona walked forward. They must have each weighed at least 300 lbs.

"Now to aid you in this little run I'm going to shoot you each up with a
little crank. This stuff let you pull this little tackle dummy to the moon
and back." He gestured at a couple of the black teenagers. "'Course we got to
assure that the judges don't know you been shooting up so we do it in the
pussy lips. Guys hold um down."

Terry was first and she hardly knew what was coming. The sting to her left
cunt lip was slight, compared to the painful stuffing of her cunt, so she
just stared blankly as the methamphetamine went into the secret spot.

Regina was next in the line. Dazed, she didn't struggle at all. All she knew
was that the dildo was easier on her innards than the bat. So she just sat
there and marvelled at her increasing energy. Larry did a couple more of the
girls and then straightened up. "Thomas, get your black ass over here and
shoot up these pussy lips for me. You got the experience here 'bouts. You
three bangers take the fixed un's to the sleds and yoke um at the field and
hold um until I get there. y'all HEAR ME!! I gots to start this lying pussy
of a coach to her interview 'for the time run out. Now y'all get your black
asses in gear."

Satisfied that his troops were following orders, he looked around for Synthia.
He found her on the fringe of the crowd, on her hands and knees servicing a
number of black dicks. The earfucker hovered around on the edge of the group,
looking for an opening.

"Get out the way motherfuckers! Me and the coach got some futures to discuss.
Y'all get up to the floor and see to the sleighs. I want no slipups with them
hyped up pussies. One of them gets away y'all going to have to chase them to
the moon and back. They's all got to be at the game this afternoon. Now get's
to it."

The kids scattered. Grinning, Larry grabbed Synthia by her arm and dragged
her down the hall and into the former principal's office.

========================================================


                                Chapter 3


Lucy was pissed.

Who the hell did that Larry think he was? Sure he be the big shit coach of a
respected school team but she had a business to run. She had sat here on her
assets and waited. And waited. And waited,

Shit, she could've fucked two johns by now, 'n made a pile of money to feed
her habit. Angry, she heaved her hugh bulk to her feet and started to waddle
towards the door. Let the rest of these fools wait for the great sports niger.
She had business to tend to. If he thought,

The door slammed open and a naked white women with long, brown hair flew in
to the room, cum dripping from her slit and glistening all over her face and
hair. Larry was right behind her. He grabbed Synthia's neck and held her up
for inspection like a roasting chicken for the perusal of the assembled
multitude.

"Brothers and sister," he announced theatrically, "I called y'all here to
show you this fine piece of meat who might just be up for grabs in the next 
couple of hours."

Stunned, Lucy looked around. Frank, a local bookie, and Tiny, his body guard
stared. Frank spoke up first. "What for you bring me here?" he asked angrily.
"I a bookie. I ain't no pimp. I got bets to take on the game and the odds
says you going to lose sucker. The white bitch from the burbs done got the
fix in afore you. Come on Tiny, Lets go!"

Lucy grinned. She *was* a pimp. She strolled over and grabbed Synthia's left
tit and weighed it in her black hand.

"Wait a minute Frank!" Larry pleaded, ignoring Lucy. "I ain't wasting your
time. This here is the bitch you say got the game sowed up. I got her and her
team here for some extra training and I thinks we can convince her that she
going to show us some consideration with the officials."

Frank stopped at the door and turned his sharp eyes on the cringing white
woman as she tried to twist away from Lucy. "You ain't shitting me? This
bitch with all that cum. She the coach? She been taking on the boys down
stairs?? Still, what that mean to me? I a business man,"

Larry talked fast. "Here's the plan. We know's that's whitie been betting on
their little pussies to win. You knows odds. But I says we can use them odds,
only without really changin' them. Y'know what I mean. We'll skin um there at
the game, and this bitch going to help us do it to. We let Tiny here
entertain the lady, while you, me and Lucy goes out side and works out the
skinnie."

Frank looked doubtful for a moment, but then nodded. Tiny, all 250 lbs of
bone crushing muscle of him, strode over to Synthia and pushed Lucy out the
way. Frank laughed. No need to tell that boy when free pussy was being passed
around. 'N white pussy at that. His charcoal flesh rippled as he grabbed
Synthia from Larry's grip, took her in a bear hug and proceeded to kiss the
now screaming woman.

"NO NO!!! PLEASE I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT DON'T LEAVE ME HERE WITH THIS
ANIMAL! I'LL CALL OFF THE JUDGES AND REFEREES. I'LLLL AHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA,.."
Synthia screamed in terror as the three blacks walked out of the room,
leaving her to Tiny.

"Boy don't know his own strength Frank. Tell him not to break anything, yet."
Larry implored Frank.

Frank went back to the door, opened it, and ordered, "Tiny you play nice with
that white bitch, for now! She might be useful later to my business." The
screams subsided and a gurgling sound followed. Frank slammed the door.

"OK. Now what this gots to do with me?" asked Lucy impatiently.

Larry spoke up. "Well like you just see'd, she bout ready to do anything to
please, so here's how I got it worked out. First we get her attention, Like
Tiny in there be doing. Then y'all shows her the fascinating world of pussy
'n ass licking for the camera, or somethin' like that, and then we takes her,
suitably harnessed, to the game. Frank get the bets down, then we wins and
y'all collects."

Frank nodded, seeing the possibilities, but Lucy asked, "What for I does this
with that pasty cunt in there. I got business to do and this keeping me from
it. I got a dog fuck due right now for that asshole Marty." Larry broke out
laughing. "Perfect. y'all come over here and we get it all on video. We'll
use the dog to make her do whats we wants. Proper white bitch like that un
there videoed with a puppy, an' she be ours forever and then some. Then after
the game you gets the pussy in there."

Lucy was unimpressed. "What I want with an old shrivvled up pussy like that
in there. I need young meat for my customers.

"All right you old whore, how bout the pick of the pussies down stairs?"
Larry offered.

"I gots to see em first. They maybe not meets with the tastes of my cliental.
Where they at?" Lucy asked.

"OK. I'll take you to the drags and you get the pick of the litter. How's
that?" Lucy nodded and gestured for him to lead the way. Larry turned to the
bookie. "Frank you and Tiny wanna stay and keep the coach company?"

Frank shrugged and then nodded. "But don't be too long. I gots things to do
if we gonna make a buck on the game tonight. I'll take a fuck, or two but
make it quick."

Larry walked away, followed by Lucy. Frank smiled as they left. He going to
ass fuck this white bitch. Ain't got no white bitch ever to take his black
snake. And this wern't no whore. This 'un didn't have no say. He'd get Tiny
hold her down and...

Frank opened the door and observed his body guard holding the white bitch by
the throat forcing his licorice stick into her unwilling throat. Frank
grinned. "Yes sir, I going to have me a time with this bitch!"

**

The team members moaned and writhed in terror, trapped by the leather gloves
super glued to the handles of two large blocking tackles. Each had been
forced to slip her hands into the glove and then the lace-wires were tied so
tight that they could not get lose without help. Now they stood, trembling
with fear and helpless energy, hands up against the sled while the black
teens explored their formally secret places.

Larry and Lucy came down the stairs. The stairs groaned under their combined
weight. "This here is the string." Larry explained as he led the female pimp
across the yard. "All hopped up and ready for their jaunt through the street.
They going to drum up business for the game, as if that be needed."

The two blacks stopped a few yards away from the blocking tackle while Lucy
looked the white girls over with an expert eye. "You sure got some pasty
white pussies here boy." She walked forward and began examining the girls up
close. The girls squirmed away, not knowing what this black woman was going
on about. Running her hand over Regina's flat chest, she said "This one looks
..."

"I know!" Larry grimaced. "I thought it was a boy too." He grinned and
gestured at the cringing girl's pussy. "And it had teeth in the pussy not a
dick." he joked. "I bashed um out with a bat, though."

A nervous Regina looked at these crazy black devils. "I'm a girl you
bastards!!!" She wanted to yell at them, but in her hurting condition she
just wanted this to be over. Her cunt hurt and she was so nervous.

"Well," Lucy continued sinking her black finger into Regina's unwilling hole,
"Done a good job too. Little rough around the edges, but I bet she make a
fine lezzie bitch with the right encouragement. Maybe,"

"Maybe we talk 'bout that later." Larry interrupted. Lucy looked at him for a
moment and then nodded in understanding. These girls did not yet know their
fate.

If possible, Regina felt worse. Everyone called her a boy. Teasing her and
now this! Her pussy hurt so bad she could not slump down and the tears were
streaming down her face. Maybe this was a nightmare and she would wake up
soon.

Smiling, Lucy moved on to Marcie, a tall girl with long, black hair and deep
blue eyes. Lucy seized one of the girl's boobs and gave it an appraising
squeeze. The girl cried out in protest, but Lucy ignored her, moving on to
Sandra, the redhead with the massive tits. Lucy smiled. "This one I could
sell to the Jamaicans. They go crazy over the big soft tits. These be down
around her knees in a while, even at her age, but they stay up for the sale."

Sandra twisted at the pain as the large black woman prodded and poked her
left tit. The red head let out a scream, when the woman pinched her nipple.
She too was nervous and fidgety. Just get this over with. When are they going
to let her go home?? Daddy will get these bad people.

"Ahhh,." The black woman had twisted the nipple and was pulling on it.

"Sensitive too," she grinned, speaking her thoughts out loud. "Wonder what
she do if'n I just bite it off?" She lowered her mouth to the nipple in
question.

Larry put a restraining hand on her shoulder. He pulled her away from the
'sled' and whispered in her ear. "Now Lucy, I give you pick of the litter,
but don't go damaging the merchandise. Just pick out a couple and then we got
some filming to do and they got dragging to tend to."

Lucy looked at him. "A couple? How 'bout six?"

"Three."

"Five."

"Four. But there's a game to play first, you old whore. Y'all best me in
these deals."

Lucy nodded her agreement. Four prime pieces of white, teenage pussy was
worth a lot of money. She and Larry shook hands, and she went back to
exploring the girls.

Kathryn, a tall brunette stared at her with hatred as she ran her hands over
the girl's tight body. Shanda, a petite girl with white blonde hair burst
into tears when she was inspected.

Terry cringed when it was her turn, and her hole was filled with the black
woman's finger. The nails scratched the inner lining, which was already sore
from the dildo she had been forced on to. Terry sought to pull back and Lucy
hooked her nail in so Terry skewered herself.

"AWWWAWWWAAAAWWW" Terry cried.

"This un got the cunt for it." Lucy decided. "I want her, and the other one.
The titted un, the redhead. The rest I'd need more time to valuate."

Lucy turned to Larry, releasing the blonde girl's pussy. "C'mon," she said,
having made up her mind, "I got a camera crew waiting."

"I'll be along." Larry told her, watching as she began laboriously climbing
the stairs. "I gotta finish out here first."

Lucy got about half way up the steps before taking a short break. She cleaned
off her hands and then pulled a cell phone out of her bag. "Yo Marty!! Look I
know's I's late, but Is got's a deal for you. Larry got a string of pasty
pussys here at the old Lincoln High School and ..." She fell silent for a
moment, listening. "Let me finish fool! You be real sorry you do that. I come
over there and cut off them pasty balls a your'n. Now listen up. I got a deal
here, Yea, I got a better bitch than Wanda to do the dirty with the dog. How
you like a nice white bitch, No, I ain't shitting you! Not young, but not bad
lookin', athletic. Well you gets yo pasty ass and your shits over here or
maybe I calls Sam. You bastards all look alike to me, honey. Oh yea, bring
the money, of course fool, bring the dog, Oh yea have the camera man load his
camera now. He might could get some interesting footage on a streaking group
of girls for the ghetto news. What that? Of cource fool, load the still
cameras too. This could be a scoop."

With that, Lucy slapped the cell phone shut and struggled up the remaining
stairs. This was turning out to be some all right day. She hated the stairs
but the business she could do and she didn't have to share any of the money
with that bitch Wanda. And four pieces of prime, white meat!

**
Larry looked over the girls and inspected the way in which they were joined
to the sled. Didn't want to lose none of the pussies now, did he?

Satisfied that the gloves were secure, he stood back and began to speak, "Now,
I knows you don't like this much, but 'no pain no gain'." Many of the
assembled crowd of black teenagers laughed, they'd been in his gym classes
and heard that statement more than once. "But just to show you I'm a nice
guy," Larry continued after the sniggering died down, "I'm goin' to help
protect your precious modesty. I's going to tape y'all's sex over with y'all's
school colors." He lifted up a bag. "Got some nice wide red duct tape. That
way yo pussies be covered from the pryin' eyes of the homies, we done told
the whole neighborhood that this is a publicity stunt for the game, 'Pussy
Publicity'! 'course, they expect our team, so y'all's going to be a big hit.
I just knows it."

He pulled the tape from the bag and approached the quivering girls, still
speaking, "Now, any one o y'all wants to stop and sight see in this here
neighborhood, good luck. I bet the rival gangs be fucking and fighting over
y'all's asses fo a long time." Lary forced a long piece of the two inch wide
tape onto Regina's crotch. "See, the law now says that it is discrimination
for men to go topless less we let women do the same. y'all be doing the law a
service. Yes sir, it sure be a shame to cover this pussy with this tape, but
well, law is the law,"

<Not to mention the smooth pussy lips that the removal of the tape would
create later in the day, Larry thought.>

It took a while, but finally all of the girls had the duct tape securely
tapped over their pussies. Larry straightened up. "Now here comes your
riders." Bubba and Dimona come lumbering up to the tackle sleds and stepped
on them. He fighting team members. "See these is to encourage y'all to do
your best. This (Larry held up a home made cat of nine tails made from short
nylon rope, with metal bits in the ends) is to urge yo asses and backs. And
this (he held up a long, home made whip) is to reach over and tickle the tits
of any slacker, that these fine jockies feel is doing less that 110% of her
duty. I knows yo coach is counting on youse to do at least that for the old
school." He smirked and pointed to their tapped pussies. "And here, y'all not
only be showin' off yo school colors, but y'all's school colors 'll be
protectin yo pussies."

He took a step backwards and called out, "Now let's get this show on the
road." He waited while the black teenagers moved away to create a clear path.
"Jockies," he yelled, "start your pussies. First un round the course gets to
stay on their backs and rest up for the game, but the slackers, they gets to
tongue fuck some cute ass holes for a home video for the school."

The girls shrunk back from the laughter and jeers, but there was nowhere for
them to go. Where was their coach? Where was the cavalry to save them? Where
was ...

Without warning, Bubba swung the cat around, and thrashed the ass of one of
his girls. There was an explosion of screaming and crying as Dimona did the
same, and the two sleds lurched into movement. A few more swats, and the sleds
were moving along, to the jeers and calls of the crowd.

Bubba's sled took the early lead, but, not to be outdone, Dimona went to the
short whip and her team finally began to pick up speed, still trailing after
Bubba's sled. Dimona was furious at being behind and quickly went to the long
whip. With practised strokes, she managed to cut a nipple here and a cunt lip
there. Her fillies began to pick up speed and she began to close with the
leader Bubba, but at the turn she lost the long whip so she had to go back to
the short whip on the asses and backs.

Bubba still held the lead, as the carts went out of view around a corner.
Cursing, Dimona worked the whip. She silently promised a lit cigarette in
each ass hole if they didn't win this race with Bubba. <Bastard done called
her fat.>

                                ****

Lary watched as the two carts turned the corner and went out of sight, a long
trail of black kids following behind. He grinned as he climbed the stairs
back into the school. The run and the uppers were guaranteed to exhaust the
little pasty pussies. Now to see to that lying, cheating, coach of theirs.

He picked up speed, climbing the stairs two at a time. He better get his
black ass in gear, unless he was to miss the dog show that Lucy done set up.
The thought of the white coach, under a dog lightened his step. That Lucy,
she was one perverted bitch, maybe that was why they got on so well. When he
got to the door of the former principals office, he heard an argument.

He tried the door but it was locked. Angry, he put his shoulder to it and
busted it down.

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                                Chapter 4


The door gave way with a loud crack, ripping off it's hinges, and crashing to
the floor, as Larry slammed his bulk against it. Inside he found Lucy
desperately waving a straight razor, trying to keep Tiny at bay. Frank was
kneeling behind a sobbing Synthia, doing his level best to fuck his black
snake into a very tight white ass hole.

Keeping her eye on Tiny, Lucy yelled to the gym coach, "Bastard gonna to ruin
her. You know none of my girls let that fool put his snake in their ass holes.
He too fuckin' big. And this dainty slim little old white pussy be totally out
of shape 'fore I get's to prep it for Rover. He be ruining it for us'n."

Angry, Larry strode over to the straining Frank and grabbed his shoulder.
Tiny tried to go to his boss's aid, but Lucy's flashing razor held his
attention. Larry pulled, and Frank's snake withdrew, spitting a thick stream
of cum as it left it's former host.

Frank looked up from his position on his knees. "What for you does that Larry?
Me and this sweet bitch getting it on just fine. Just fine. Lucy there don't
know what she be talking about. You said I should'entertain' the bitch."
Frank looked over at where Synthia lay curled up on the floor, gasping and
crying while a thick wad of cum dribbled out of her strained asshole. He'd
finally found a bitch could take him in the ass! And what an ass, all round
and smooth and like a granny smith apple. Frank's smile radiated like midnight
in the room. He was truly a satisfied man. That hole done had his attention,
but there was business.

Seeing his boss smiling, Tiny stopped his attempts to intervene. His boss had
his cum and they were talking. He'd watch and wait.

Larry growled, "Now Frank, you knows that you is too big for that shit.
Specially with a thin new white un like this. You ruin her, you bought her
man!!"

Frank laughed. "Oh shit! Man, I likes this un fine. I take her offen your
hands now."

"No!" Lucy shouted, slipping her razor back into her bag. "We gots a deal.
She gots a video to make for Marty." If there was no bitch here when Marty
arrived and Wanda done left her crib, Lucy had visions of herself with that
great dane in *her* black ass.

She kept one hand in her bag, fingering her razor. No way, that was gonna
happen. No fuckin' way,

Frank and Larry looked at each other for a moment. There was a moment of
tension and Tiny looked like he was ready to jump. Then Frank shrugged and
turned away. <He'd see about gettin' his hand on this white bitch later.>

"Look man we talk 'bout this later, mano e mano. You dig?" Larry offered,
hoping to quell the tension.

Lucy sighed and took her hand off the razor. She walked over to Larry and the
two of them closely inspected the shivering Synthia's brutalized holes. To
their delight, there was no permanent damage, her ass hole was stretched open
and leaking cum, but it appeared to be shrinking back to size just fine. It
would never be as small, nor as tight, as before Frank's cock reamed it out,
but it be good enough for a ghetto whore.

And good enough for the great dane! Besides, what a dog know about tight pussy.
Sure he be a fucking fool, but he probably do her anyway. Maybe they'd have to
put in a little dog food, just to get 'im started, but he was a good dog.
Experienced too! He'd done a job on Wanda last week. Mut be a sex maniac.
Just like this fool Frank here. White pussy.

Satisfied, Larry turned to Frank. He winked and mouthed the word 'later', and
then said, "Frank get on out here! You've got stuff to do, and I'm going to
let this pussy go, when we win the game and I get my cut of the increased
business that you give me."

"What?" the bookie exclaimed, looking confused for a moment, before
understanding dawned on his ugly face. "Oh, yea! Right. Lot's to do."

He leaned down and, with a hard pat on the ass that he'd just vacated, he
said, "I really wants to have this un, but I guess y'all be lettin' her go
after the game. If she behaves herself."

Larry nodded. "Yea, thass right. She's goin free if she does what she be
told."

Frank nodded back. They had a deal. In his mind, the bookie raised Larry's
cut of the betting profit to 10% from the 5% he was going to give him after a
day or two of haggling. Hmmm, maybe best make that 7 1/2%. Yea, by then with
a dog in her an all. Well forget that, 5% was good enough after all. Smiling
broadly, the bookie left the room, followed closely by his body guard.

"You should let me cut his dick off," Lucy snarled as the bookie left the
room. "Teach him put that damned fat old fucker in any old place. Why I bet
he fuck a black snake 'cept he not sure where his cock ends and the snake
begin. Ass hole's ruined more than one a' my girls. He's jus' too fuckin' big.
He got so much dick, that he lose business when that snake goes up. Takes all
the blood from his head. I cut it off for him ,he be a foot shorter,"

"Lucy."

Synthia was frozen in place on the ground while Larry tried to calm the black
woman. The basketball coach shivered as another dollup of cum dribbled out of
her abused ass hole, the bookie had been so BIG! She shook her head, moaning
in pain. This could not be really happening, it just couldn't. She got up
this morning, just like any other morning. She had bribed and fucked her way
here, almost to the top, and now here she was, reduced to ass fucking a niger
and swallowing another niger's cock. What had become of her? She groaned as
she felt her innards shifting back to their normal positions. She was certain
that that fat fuck stick had shifted some internal organs. He was so BIG! She
did not care what these fuckers said or did, her ass would never be the same.
She'd never fuck a man back there again. She'd ...

Her thoughts of self-pity were interrupted when a short, balding man sauntered
into the room like he owned the place. He puffed on a stinky cigar. He looked
around and his gaze fixed on Lucy. The naked white woman on the ground did not
phase him. He was in show business. The bizarre was normal to him.

Lucy fell silent, as the newcomer started to speak in a loud, obnoxious voice,
"Lucy, baby, Swell tip you gave me. That drag thing with the naked bitches was
great. Fuckin' great. I got Walt with the hand held following the whole thing.
I just hope that he don't get mugged in this neighborhood. That's an
expensive camera. Be great footage for an orgy pic I got in mind. Fuckin'
great!"

He paused for a moment and then turned to Synthia. Grinning around his cigar,
he framed the crouching brunette with his fingers and thumbs moving from
close and wide angles. 

He continued speaking as he studied her, "So this the little bitch wants to
be in pics with Rover. Not bad, kinda pasty looking, but not bad, little
lighting and we correct that. Not bad, makeup would be too expensive, but a
little lighting, and it'll be great. Fuckin' great."

He dropped his hands and turned to Lucy. "You want we do it right here?? Oh,"
He looked at Larry, as if seeing him for the first time. "Lucy, who's this
bastard? He wanna be in the movie?"

Larry's face darkened. "I'm the reason you's here, ass hole."

Lucy stepped forward to get in between them, but Marty just laughed and
turned away, totally oblivious to any threat. "Ah, that's great, owe y'one,
big one. Now that we got that out of the way." The balding man looked around
the room. "Do we do the film here or in the auditorm?" Lucy shrugged. "Come
on," he checked his watch "time is money, money is time. I only got the
cameras rented until six. After that it costs double and when Walt gets back
I wanna be all set up."

Larry sniffed, his anger draining away at the thought of what was going to be
happening to his captive. "That be a good idea. We take her down to the
auditorium and you have your people set up there." Still a bit miffed, he
gestured at the producer's cigar. "Hey, this place is a fire trap ass hole,
put out that fucking' cigar."

"Yea.. Yea," Blowing a large smoke ring, Marty grabbed Synthia's arm and led
her out of the office and down the hall. She sobbed quietly, but didn't try
to break away. There was nowhere to go, what with Larry and Lucy following
close behind, being naked, cum dripping from her ass hole, and a sore throat.
What more could happen to her? In a few moments, they all entered the old gym,
where, minutes before, the ten girls from the basketball team had been
impaled on the dildo bench. The phalluses still stood there, some glistening
in the dim light.

A small film crew, two men, a camera and some lights, was waiting. Accustomed
to strange sights, they didn't blink when their boss, dragging a naked woman,
walked across the gym shouting orders and directions.

Dazed and confused, Synthia felt she had been transported to an alien world.
First those black teens, then the bookie with his massive cock, and now a
group of people with all this equipment. What were they doing? What was going
on? Didn't they see she was naked and needed help. How could they?

"GRRRRR GRRRR."

Synthia was startled and looked over towards the growling that was coming out
of a darkened corner of the gym. A black kid, the earfucker, broke cover and
started run across the gym floor chased by a, a massive great dane!

Marty chuckled. "Looks like we got company." He turned to Larry. "One a'
your's? Sorry bout that. Rover don't like spooks, but he ain't never eaten a
whole one before." He turned to one of his crew. "Tommy get out the dog
biscuits and bring him back before he gets sick. I don't usually feed him
dark meat." The producer chomped on his cigar and laughed as Tommy went
chasing off down the hall after the dog and the black teen.

<Larry thought,"Oh lordie what has I done? I just wants to get my girls the
silver cup and fix that white bitch. Now I get this little ass hole and his
troop. Can't a poor black man catch a break in this white world?">

Still laughing, Marty took the bewildered Synthia and dragged her into the
center of the gym. "Set up here and hurry up." he ordered the remaining crew
member. "I want to catch this before we lose all the fuckin' light."

He waited impatiently as the man quickly set up the lights. In a few minutes,
everything was ready, Synthia cowered in the middle of a blinding pool of
light. "OK, OK, where the fuck is..." Marty paced back and forth, puffing his
cigar and dropping his ashes all over the place, as he waited for Tommy to
get back with the dog. Finally, they came back into the gym, the great dane
slavering and pulling on it's chain. The dog had a patch of cloth held proudly
in his mouth.

"Ahh, shit, you didn't let him eat that spook did ya?" Marty glanced at Larry,
grinning. "It might make him sick and then we'd have to do this scene over."
Before Tommy could answer, the earfucker lurched through the door into the
gym. His hands were locked behind his ass, covering where the patch of cloth
had once been, but was now Rover's proud possession and Marty laughed.

"Good, good. Fuckin' great!" He turned to Larry. "See? The spook is OK,
nothing vital missing."

Then it was back to business. "Now, where is that fuckin' Walt. I bet he got
mugged or somethin'. This is some neighborhood you'se got here spook." Larry
winced and turned away. The coach was angry, but he was also beginning to
understand that the man didn't mean or even really know what he was saying.
It was just his way of talking.

<Might jus' get him into trouble, someday, Larry thought to himself.>

Smiling, Lucy went to her pocket book and removed her compact. She walked
into the pool of light and approached the cowering Synthia. Grabbing a hold of
the woman's hair with her free hand, she began powdering her tits and face.
"Best to look your best dear. This is one pic you is going to remember for
your whole life."

Synthia moaned, but didn't say anything.

The earfucker stood against the wall and let the cool stone sooth his bit ass.
All he wanted was to do was fuck the white bitch and then the dog done fucked
him up. His snake wouldn't get hard no matter what. He was so scared that the
dog might get the idea that it was a black bone, and tear it off. His fucker
be hiding, longs as that wolf be here. He just wait the wolf out. He be in
love with the white bitch. He do anything to fuck her. Anything that didn't
involve the fuckin' wolf,


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                                Chapter 5


The sound of screaming came from outside. Larry walked over to a dirt caked
window and knocked out the pane. Sure enough, the tackle sleds were back in
the school yard and fast approaching. Bubba was still in the lead, but Dimona
was close behind. He had gone to the long whip and was snapping at his
fillies' nipples. The girl's screamed, pushing with all their might, but, in
spite of the meth, they were beginning to falter. Bubba shouted encouragement,
working the whip for all he was worth.

Dimona, despite being reduced to only the short whip, saw her chance. She
swished her dragger's asses with all of her strength, bringing her 'persuader'
down again and again. The sounds of screaming reached Larry's ears as Dimona's
girls, somehow fresher than Bubba's, responded with an increase in speed.
Dimona's sled picked up speed, slowly closing the distance.

Faced with defeat, Bubba acted true to his character, he cheated. Leaning
back, he snapped his long whip, catching one of Mary's girls right on the
labia. It was Elizabeth, a tall girl with short red hair and a face full of
freckles. Normally a vivacious, energetic girl, the combination of abuse,
drugs and physical exertion had left her a mess. Half dazed, she was pushing
Mary's cart with all the strength left to her, but when Bubba's whip caught
her labia, her cunt exploded up with stinging fire. Letting out a loud scream
at the unexpected pain, she stumbled and fell, immediately slowing Dimona's
cart.

Enraged, Dimona leaned off the side of her sled and started yelling at Bubba
as his sled pulled away and passed the courtyard finish line. She was still
yelling and cursing when her own sled entered the courtyard, and thus didn't
see the lowered roof that slammed her in the face and knocked her off her
sled.

Everything went black. She was out for most of the festivities, but when she
finally woke her cunt was being ministered to by the defeated Bubba. Muttering
a vague curse, she reached up and dragged his face down for a wet, sloppy kiss.

He may be a fat, cheating bastard, but he was *her* fat cheating bastard!
Young love be the best,

                                        *****

The dazed, exhausted girls were freed from their sleds. Silent, dripping with
sweat, the naked white girls trooped into the gym behind Larry. There, in what
had been the center court, they saw Synthia in a brightly lit area in the
middle of the room. The basketball coach was kneeling over a small, specially
designed stool. Her hands were cuffed to it's center post and her knees were
locked to metal rings also attached to the post. The adjustment kept her bent
over the stool with her cunt open to all. Her long brown hair hung down to
the floor, obscuring her face.

The exhausted girls moaned and sobbed, as Larry herded them back to their
dildo bench and had them sit down again. Their pussies and asses were still
covered by red duct tape, so Larry forced them to sit on the back part of the
bench, with the dildos sprouting up between their thighs. On his orders, each
girl grabbed the dildo and held on. First girl that took her hand off, Larry
told them, would have the thing in her ass. Crying, the girls held on for
dear life.

Back under the lights, Lucy knelt beside Synthia, 'encouraging' the white
woman to arch her back and spread her legs by running a bristle street sweeper
brush under her tender tits. The touch of the wire brush caused Synthia to
arch up to avoid the bristles. Satisfied, Lucy went round and secured the
waist strap which held Synthia's middle to the stool seat.

The coach tried to lower her ass, but the black woman waved the brush. "Now
you just arch up nice and pretty there and I won't have to use the brush on
your tits again, or somewhere else. You stick it up and push that pussy out
and I don't have to do more. You stick it down and denies him, I puts this
sucker under there and then every time he pounce you get stuck more. You got
that bitch?"

Synthia, dazed and humiliated, could do nothing more than nod her head in
confused agreement. Anything to avoid pain. But, what did she mean, pounce?
Frightened, she squirmed on the stool, being careful to keep her ass high in
the air.

Impatient, Marty strode onto set. "OK, OK, let's get this show on the road
I'm losing the light. Walt, you reloaded?" The cameraman nodded. "OK, you
cock sucker, you better get some great shots. Cost me a fortune to get that
kind of stuff for my orgy pic. Even," The producer glanced over at Larry and
smirked. "if the spooks work for less than scale."

Marty grinned when Larry glowered at him. "Hey big guy, how bout you give me
the broads for tomorrow's shoot. I'll make it worth your while. Course I got
to consider you their agent and,"

Larry cut him off, "Look ass hole, I don't know nothin 'bout tomorrow. These
bitches got a game today. If my team wins, I'll probably let's um go home
with the bus." Larry raised his voice to make sure the girls heard. "Else
wise I think a nice bus accident with a fire to roast their pussies to the
right color."

For the first time since he'd arrived that morning, Marty looked shocked,
"Spook, Spook, don't go nuts on me. That'd be a waste of good pussy. I mean I
got an orgy pic and then the "Farmer in the Dell" project just waiting for a
troop like this. They'd be perfect. I could use um all." He pointed at Regina.
"Even the boy over there."

"That there's a bitch," Larry growled, stalking up to the shorter man and
glaring down at him, "and if you keep call'n me 'spook', y'all gonna be one
too. If you know what I mean."

Marty swallowed. "Well, uh, I'll be damned, spoo, I mean spade." Larry
growled, but the producer turned his attention to Regina again. "A bitch, you
say? I got just the pic for her. She'd be a great butch with that hidden cunt
of her's." He turned back to Larry. "What say Spade? I'll get lots of use out
of um."

Larry turned to the girls. "y'all HEAR THIS FOOL? YOU WIN THE GAME TONIGHT AND
I GIVE YOU TO HIM." The girls stared at him, wide eyed. "Now watch here." He
gestured at the pool of light. "See what y'all be doin'."

"I'm all set," Walt shouted, right on cue. Relieved at having an excuse to
walk away, Marty turned and hurried onto the impromptu set. "OK, OK,
everything ready?" Receiving a nod from Walt, he walked around behind the
camera. "In 1, 2, 3, action." Walt switched on the camera and Marty gestured
at Tommy. Grinning, the man lead the great dane towards Synthia's captive ass.

Finally, Synthia realized what was going to happen. "NO, NO, Don't do this,
don't let him." The basketball coach twisted and squirmed on the stool, trying
to protect her ass by squeezing her thighs tightly shut.

Marty was disgusted. "CUT! CUT! That's fuckin' great. Lucy, you know you
should have placed that brush under her stomach. This bitch ain't Wanda.
Where she is from, they probably never get a break like this at the start.
Get that damn brush and fix it right this time."

Angry, Lucy jumped to the task. She grabbed the twisting woman's breasts and
pinched them until she raised her body from the stool. Once the woman's back
was properly arched, Lucy took the wire brush and jammed it, bristles up,
under her crotch. Synthia let out a cry of pain as gravity puller her tender
crotch down onto the bristles. "I tried to go easy on you." Lucy hissed,
running a long fingernail down the outside of Synthia's pussy lips. "Now see
how you like this."

"Please."

Lucy laughed and walked away. Marty nodded. "OK!" he called. "Now action, for
real this time."

Tommy let the dog off the leash. Confused, the great dane came up and sniffed
at Sythia's exposed ass. The woman tried to pull away, but the pain from the
wire brush was too great. With a quiet growl, Rover licked the unfamiliar sex
organs.

Not fast enough for Marty. "Cut!" He glared at the trainer. "Let's Speed him
up Tom. We're losin' the light."

While Tommy prepared Rover, Marty wandered over and knelt down in front of
Regina. Leering, he reached up and fondled her tiny breasts. He was fascinated,
it *was* a girl. "You could have a great career as a butch for me, kid. Sorry
I thought you'se a boy, but well you have to admit, you look the part. Be a
shame to waste you in an, accident."

Larry had walked over to see what was happening, but stopped when he heard
what the producer was saying. He grinned, it fit right into his plans.

Regina was not so happy, she broke down and started to cry in earnest. Her
hands itched to slap this nasty man, but she was afraid of what would happen
if she took them off the dildo. Sobbing, she promised herself she would never
shoot another basket in her life. If she ever got out of this, why, she would
go to a nunnery. Anything to get out of this mad house,

"C'mon Marty, you in a hurry, or what?"

"Later," Marty grinned, giving her cheek a pat. The bald producer stood up
and walked back to the set, where filming was almost ready to start again.

"Roll 'm."

The dog, now more motivated, advanced quickly. Synthia was beside herself
with fear. "Please," she begged, staring back over her shoulder at the
advancing dog. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I'll tell the officials that
they have to give you the game. I'll tell them I cheated, I'll," The great
dane, oblivious to her begging, jumped forward and came down on her back,
causing her to sink down onto the wire brush.

"Ahhhhh," Synthia let out a loud, agonized scream as she tried to force her
body to arch up off the penetrating brush. The dog was too heavy, though.
With a growl, he began to hump up and down on the captive woman like he'd
gone crazy, sliding his cock up and down on the coach's back. Synthia
immediately stopped screaming and started trying to wriggle away from his
slimy dick, anything to keep it from penetrating.

Marty watched for a couple of moments and then snorted in disgust. "Stupid
dog!" He looked over at Tommy. "You call yourself a trainer? The dog couldn't
fuck the broad side of a barn."

Tommy shrugged.

Walt stopped filming.

Marty thought for a second, and then stalked over to the bench where the
girls were sitting, plastic dicks in hand. Larry held back, waiting to see
what would happen.

He walked up to Regina. "You, butch," He grabbed her hair and pulled her from
the bench. "You're coach needs some dog dick. Go help her out."

Regina stared in horror. "No! Please, I couldn't do that, I'm a good girl.
I.."

Marty grabbed her arm and shoved her towards the set. "Well this here dog can
come 10, 12 times an hour. You don't do it. I'll see to it that we use you in
the sequel, in about half an hour or so. Hell, might do it anyway. I got a
feeling about you, you're a natural. More of a butch type, but the dog
thing...." He let the threat hang unspoken.

Regina looked uncertain.

"You wanna switch?" he asked. "I bet your coach'd be real happy to help him
with you."

Terrified, Regina nodded. She walked slowly forward and knelt down to find
the dog's cock.

"Start the camera!" Marty hissed.

"OK."

"Grrr!" The dog growled menacingly from it's perch atop the helpless
basketball coach. He wasn't inside of her, but she was his. Any threat..

Regina looked around, but there was no respite. Swallowing, she said, "Nice
doggie, nice doggie." Tentatively, she rubbed his head, paying special
attention to just behind his ears. When he calmed down a bit, she reached
down and cupped his dick with her right hand.

"A natural!" Marty whispered loudly.

Grimacing with disgust, Regina positioned the dog's cock,

Sythia was frantic. "Regina, for the love of god, don't!"

Too late. The dark haired teenager had positioned the cock, inserted it and
the dog did the rest.

"Ahhh, no, no, get it out, please," Regina fell back as her coach bucked and
heaved under the weight of the great dane. "It's in the wrong place, oh god,
it hurts, please, Regina, please get it out."

Frightened, Regina tried to back away, but Marty ran up behind her and grabbed
her by the hair. He dragged her around to Synthia's face, forced her to kneel
and stretched her hand to the coach's dangling tits.

"Girly you fucked up, but no problem. I still say you're a natural. Besides,
she gots lots of holes, one's as good as another. Now, to make amends I want
you to grab these cow tits of her's, and make nice nice with the bitch. Make
her nice and happy. Maybe give her a kiss or two. I bet you can make her cum
even with your fuck up. You're a natural." Marty released the girl and backed
away. "Just remeber, you could be next!"

Sobbing, Regina seized Synthia's tits and began to squeeze them. Not having
any tits to speak of, and never having touched another girl, she started
kneading them, like she would bread dough.

"Regina, please, please, no do, don, don't, please.." Synthia babbled insanely,
arching her back and twisting helplessly on the stool as the dog ass fucked
her and her player kneaded her breasts.

Marty was ecstatic. "That's right, baby, right on, right on, bitch. Kiss the
bitch. Make it good for her, go on,"

Regina looked at him in horror.

"Come on dog girl," Larry called from the side, getting into the event. "Kiss
the bitch, or would you rather kiss the nice doggie's dick. I don't think
Rover had a nice suck off this month. Coach won't mind the delay and Rover
just another day in the biz. I make you suck him off, you don't get a move
on."

"Regina," Synthia whispered, her voice made unsteady by the pounding motion
of the dog. "Don't listen to them. Please don't make me."

Regina made her choice. Still twisting and squeezing the dangling orbs, she
leaned forward and kissed her basketball coach, with a passion that she'd
formerly saved for her as yet imaginary boyfriends. This was for real. Synthia
had made her come here. She hadn't wanted to play on the team in the first
place. She had bad enough trouble being teased about looking like a boy
without getting involved in sports. But Synthia had convinced her. She'd get
this bitch. She gripped her coach's tits and ground her lips against Synthia's
unwilling mouth. When that mouth opened, the small breasted teenager slipped
her tongue in and began to suck.

Moaning around the girl's invading tongue, Synthia struggled to get away, but
the death grip on her tits, the stool, the straps and the brush, and, most of
all, the dog in her ass hole. She was, no god, no she wasn't a... Then why was
she so wet? No, not with a dog, She wouldn't. She couldn't. Oh god!

Then, without warning, the dog's dick swelled in her ass and shot what must
have been a quart of hot spunk up her anus. She almost fainted, half in relief.
She was saved, It was over, and she hadn't... Wait a moment, it didn't go
down. It stayed there. It was... No! No! She was cuming! Cuming!

"Ahhh!"

"Fuckin' great! Hope you're getting all this."

"Don't sweat it." Walt answered.

Oh god, it was still there. He stayed inside of her and the swelling didn't
go down. She was lost. She tried to sink down, but the brush forced her tender
flesh to rise up again, fucking back against Rover. The dog took this as a cue
to start again and went on with his love making.

At a cue from Marty, Lucy came over and fastened a second belt loop over the
dog's haunches, locking it in place. Then she took Regina back to her seat.
"Big dog like that there'll, cum till the cows come home, girl." she explained,
sitting the tomboy down behind the dildo "She be tasting his cum for days. You
done good. You be good with dog fuckers. You like horses?"

"A natural." Marty called over.

Lucy grinned and turned back to the snivelling teenager. "You win the game and
it looks like you got a job with old Marty, here." Regina let out a loud sob
as the black woman walked away.

Back on the set, Synthia came again, and again, and again. She didn't know
what was happening to her, she was delirious, her ass hurt, her tits hurt,
*everything* hurt. But all she could do was cum again and again, screaming and
wailing like a demented fuck doll, as the dog pounded it's massive dick into
her guts.

Cuming again, and again, and again.

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                                 Chapter 6


The filming continued, Synthia's ass hole was fucked out. It seemed like the
dog would go on forever, pumping it's dog cock in and out of her stretched
ass hole. Each time it took longer, but she could not help herself. Regina's
tittie manipulations and hot tongue had sent her over the edge the first time,
and now she just could not control herself. Even the wire brush, with it's
bristles cutting into her crotch, had become part of the pain and pleasure
that sent her screaming, over and over again, into humiliating orgasms. If
this went on for much longer, she would lose her mind, if she hadn't done so
already. She would... Oh no, here it comes again, "UM UM UM UM, Ahhaahhhaaa,"

And, for what seemed like the hundredth time that afternoon, Synthia came,
bucking and howling over the stool while Rover, the great dane, pumped her
ass hole with incredible energy.

"Ahhh!"

The orgasm died away, but the dog kept pumping.

The bitch was coming along nicely, Larry thought to himself. Bitch'll never
get off on no puny white dick again in her life. She'd need a couple of
football teams and their benches to get her nuts off after this. Assuming, he
reminded himself, that there is an after this for her.

********************************

After about half an hour, the novelty of watching a white woman fucking a
great dane, and cuming like a dog slut, began to wane and the spectators
turned their attention to the girls. Larry had taken charge, ordering the
girls to stand up and then, one by one, ripping the red duct tape off their
crotches. The girls cried and moaned, as their now hairless pussies were
exposed to the laughing watchers. Then, inevitably, the fat basketball coach
ordered the girls to their mounts.

"OK," he yelled, when the girls were all impaled to the hilt, "It's not fair
yo coach get all the fun, so I've decided to let you have a little too. I
wants y'all ta ride yo little white pussies up and down on those friendly
dicks there." He smiled when the girls cried out in dismay. "'course, I knows
you wan' it, but yo just too shy. Thass why I asked these men here to help
out." He pointed to behind the girls.

CRACK!

"Ahhh!"

The teenagers turned to see a group of black boys standing behind them, all
carrying whips. They started swinging, bringing the whips down on the girls'
exposed asses, call to them to get bouncing. The teenagers moaned and wept,
but, eventually, they mounted up and began to move.

                                *****

Regina let out a quiet groan, as she sank back down on the dildo. It didn't
hurt, after the baseball bat, her newly opened cunt could take almost anything,
but the horror at being forced to fuck herself in public, on the plastic dildo
made her shudder. She'd never ever had a boyfriend, always being a tomboy, and
now, this! Forced to fuck herself while a group of laughing boys slid their
black hands over her nipples and twicked her now hard clit.

"Ahhh!"

The whip came down on her ass and she pushed herself up again.

                                *****

Elizabeth bounced up and down on her dildo, as Larry had ordered, frantic to
avoid the whip. The slender redhead squealed and moaned each time she sunk
down on the massive phallus, but slowly, she felt a warmth build up in her
stuffed cunt. Not even aware of what she was doing, she brought her hand down,
and began to rub the outside of her pussy, while riding the plastic cock in
and out of her stuffed cunt. She was getting closer.

                                *****

Terry was not only getting closer, but she was doing so for the fourth time.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahhhh!" The willowy blonde girl moved her crotch up and down in
a blur as pussy juice squirted out and dribbled down the plastic cock.

Her blue eyes closed to slits, as the room seemed to spin around her.
Everything was going blurry, just like the black boys who crowded around in
front of her. They grabbed at her small but firm tits and slipped rough
fingers in her swampy slit, but she barely noticed. They all looked alike to
her now, she was floating, floating.

Her only conscious emotion was envy for her coach, the woman was screaming
again as the dog brought her to orgasm yet again.

She is such a bitch, Terry thought. Hope the doggie rips her cunt right out.
It would serve her right.

The thought sent fresh waves of lust though the blonde's fuck addled mind,
causing her to bounce with increased energy, She wondered if the doggie was
this good. Coach sure seemed to love that canine cock. I wonder if Rex at
home, was as big as this dildo? Maybe tomorrow she would find out.

                                *****

Lucy, walked along the front of the bench, looking at the blonde girl and
smiled. She'd made a good choice, girl be a natural whore. Now what else
looked profitable here?

She glanced over at the big titted redhead that she had chosen earlier. Sandra,
or something like that. The girl was bouncing frantically on her dildo, her
eyes wide and glassy, while two black teenagers sucked on her massive tits.
The black woman nodded. She could pick the whores out group of nuns.

Now, who else be profitable in this here string.

                                *****

The boys had turned Whitney and Melanie around, so that the two girls were
facing each other on the bench, their cunts still stuffed with plastic cock.
With encouragement from the whips, the two girls were necking while bouncing
their sore pussies up and down. Whitney, a shorter girl with curly blonde
hair was crying and sniffling, but Melanie, her green eyes closed and face
half hidden under thick, brown hair, was whining and bucking up and down on
the dildo, her tongue eagerly exploring her friend's mouth.

                                *****

Lucy noted the brunette, as she continued her inspection. Another whore,
great body, do just fine on stage, too. Be a hit at the stag parties she had
scheduled next week. Black snakes really seek out that pouting mouths. Got to
raise the prices for her though. Oh lordie the money that'll make her. She'd
get that dealer to change her order for that special paint job. Royal PURPLE,
just like that rock star, Queen something or other. This bitch would work it
for her.

Just one more.

She passed by Jennifer and Marcie. The two girls were cute enough, one a short
brunette and the other a tall girl with large blue eyes and curly black hair,
but they were just moving mechanically on their plastic lovers, shoving
themselves up and down in silent agony, while the black boys went at them
with their whips.

Too stuck up for the trade. Let that fool Marty have um, better pickings here
bouts.

                                        *****

Kathryn had cum once, but was now just sitting there on her dildo. For the
past ten minutes, Larry had been attempting to get her to deep throat him. It
was too big though, and the tall brunette gagged and chocked, pleading with
him, as best she could, to just fuck her cunt. Her cunt, squelching on the
dildo as she rocked back and forth on the bench, was wide open and ready for
more after the first orgasm. Her poor throat, on the other hand, was too small.

Larry gave a hard shove. Something gave and his balls finally rested on her
chin. Her throat began milking his black fuck stick. "Ahhh! glchh!" The
brunette chocked, as yet another inch of black cock was forced down her
unwilling throat.

Larry laughed. "Now we gettin' somewhere bitch!"

Kathryn raised her hands to try and push him away from her face, but he just
cuffed her on the side of the head. "Put them hands down. Orson, get your
black ass over here and hold the bitch's hands. I got the finest feeling from
her throat, and bitch wants to spoil the moment." The teenager ran over,
grabbed Kathryn's hands, pulling them away.

FLASH! FLASH!

Larry blinked, covering his face. It was the producer, Marty, with a camera.
"What you doing fool?" he hollered. "You like to make my 'Jim Thomas' go down
'for I get a nut?"

Marty just laughed. "Spade, that was a kodak moment. I'll have glossies made
and you can put then in the family album or do you spades keep photos in the
bibles?"

"You best not get my fine black face in that picture." Larry growled. "Else I
feed you that kodak up your ass sideways."

"Look spoo, I mean spade," the producer answered. "There ain't no need for
your profile, ugly as it is. Not when I got this fine white bitch and that
long black snake sticking in her, hey spade, she's turning blue. Don't think
you should snuff the merchandise. Least not until Walt there gets the camera
reloaded and pointed in the right direction." The producer glanced back to
where his cameraman was avidly filming Synthia and Rover. Seeing that they
were still going, he turned back to Larry. "Spoo, I mean spade come on take
it out."

Much as he hated to leave the warm, wet hole, Larry had to admit that the
producer was right. No offing the merchandise until after the game. He pulled
back. His dick withdrew from the girl's mouth with a loud pop, leaving a
trail of pre-cum and spittle down the front of her face.

"Now that is how it be done bitch." Larry said to Kathryn as she gasped and
chocked for air. "Next time you can tell um that I been there first."

As he walked away, he gestured at Orson to make sure that the girl started
riding up and down again on the dildo,

                                   *****

Lucy glanced at Kathryn as the brunette slowly picked up speed, but shook her
head. Not right, Even with the opened throat she just not right for her class
of customer.

There was only one girl left on the bench, Shanda, a petite girl with
extremely fair skin and white blonde hair. The girl was riding the plastic
cock up and down, but she wasn't enjoying it. The teenager behind her was
forced to lay into her with the whip to get her to move.

Lucy frowned. This one wasn't a whore either. She gazed at the girl for a few
moments, fascinated by her pale skin. Maybe, Lucy thought to herself, there's
something else she's good for. Worth a try.

Moving as quickly as her bulk would allow, the black woman reached down,
grabbed Shanda from her place on the bench and pulled. The girl let out a cry
of pain as the massive dildo was abruptly torn from her cunt. In moments, the
blonde girl was on her knees in front of Lucy. The black woman glared down at
her.

"You don't be looking like no normal pussy, my eye balls see you's more of a
pussy eater instead. As I's got the right equipment I give you a try. Best be
getting to it now. Make me mad and I give you a facial with my razor."

The blonde girl shook her head, crying. "NO!!!! Not that!"

"Don't be shaking that head on me, bitch," Lucy growled. "I says you is a
pussy licker, then you'se a pussy licker. Else maybe y'all take yo coach's
place in front of the camera, yo wan' some dog cock?" The fat woman looked
over at where Synthia was cuming for the tenth time since the dog had started.
"'Course, y'all have to wait your turn, you coach done fallen for his brown
and white furry balls." She turned her attention back to the cowering girl.
"D'ya want a turn?" Shaking, Shanda shook her head. Lucy grinned, "Then y'all
do me and like it. Understand?"

Shanda began to wail, shaking her head no, no, no, Lucy lost what little
patience she had. Swearing, she raised her skirt, exposing a tangle of nasty
dripping pubic hair over a smelly hole. "Come to mama, you littly pasty pussy.
Come suck my clit or else. Once you done this un I bet you forgets all 'bout
that old doggie you'se holding out for."

The blonde girl couldn't do it, she just couldn't, she knelt there, crying
and shaking. Lucy growled, "Them tears makes it better for me, but you don't
be getting down to the licking soon, I'm going to change my mind and have you
do my ass hole first. Yea, I gots to take a shit first though to give ya the
full effect." Shanda stared up at the black woman, eyes wide. "Get to it!"
Lucy grabbed the girl by the hair and shoved her face into her crotch.

The blonde teenager tried to keep her mouth shut, but she had to breath.
Slowly, tentatively, she extended her tongue, maybe if she kept her eyes
closed.

Lucy would have none of it. "Now you open those pretty green eyes a yours. I
wants to see my little cunt licker's expressions."

Shanda let out a groan, but did as she was ordered. Keeping her eyes opened,
she pushed her face into the black woman's smelly crotch and began to lick
and suck as best she could. Soon, Lucy's eyes went glassy and her breath
became short. This little white girl had a talented tongue. With a little
training.

                                *****

When Larry, his cock back in his pants, turned to go watch Synthia with the
dog. Orson had wandered off to play with the redhead's tits, and the brunette,
Kathryn, was left alone, still bobbing up and down on her dildo.

The earfucker, his ass still smarted from the where he had been bitten, but
now his balls ached too. He was still afraid, but his little head did the
thinking now, they'se all busy, now's m' chance to take care of business, the
wolf be taking care of, the little bitch be going at it on the dildo, Larry
don't be no mind, they be buddies,

These thoughts running through his mind, he snuck over to the dazed brunette
repeatedly impaled herself on the plastic cock. She was almost coming, her
face all red and sweaty, she do him righteous.

Darting forward, the earfucker grabbed the girl's head and forced his black
snake into the soft drooling white mouth. In no time, he was inside, slowly
sliding his cock in and out of her gagging mouth. He threw his head back and
laughed, he was getting it from a white girl, he be.

"Ahhhhhhhhh, stop bitch, let lose, Ahhhh," In her delirium, Kathryn had
bitten down on his rapidly softening black snake.

FLASH! FLASH!

"Ah, young love." Marty commented, peering through his viewfinder.

FLASH! FLASH!

"Ahhh! Please stop her! Please! Ahhh!" attracted by his screams, a small
crowd had gathered, laughing and taunting as he danced around, his dick still
stuck in the brunette's mouth.

Marty laughed, "Boy finds girl. Boy get's in wrong hole. Hole bites boy.
Young Love!! I love it!! Bet I get top dollar from them S&M Mags for this
sequence."

"Let go bitch! Let goooooo! Aahhhhh!" Finally, she let up and his dick slipped
from her slackening mouth.

FLASH! FLASH!

"Here spook, turn this way so I can get a better shot of the blood! They'll
pay!" Yelling, the earfucker turned and ran from the gym, his pants still
around his ankles. Marty shrugged and turned his attention back to Sythia. He
*did* have a film to make here.

                                    ******

Larry checked his watch as the commotion finally died down. Almost time to
get ready for the game. He looked around.

Under the hot lights, the dog was finally running out of steam. He'd pulled
his dick from the coach's ass and a long stream of dog cum leaked out onto
the floor. Walt had moved the camera in for a final closeup.

On the benches, the basketball team were all bouncing up and down on the
plastic dildos, some with more enthusiasm than others. Some had black cocks
in their mouths, some were using their hands to jerk off their many "admirers",
two girls were necking with each other, and one girl, the tiny blonde, had
her face buried in Lucy's rolling thighs. Larry smiled, the black woman's
head was thrown back and she was thrashing her legs up and down, half
suffocating the girl.

Yep, he told himself, I think they's just about ready to play ball with my
well rested team.

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                                Chapter 7


Frank and Tiny arrived at the auditorium early. The bookie had had a busy
afternoon, setting up bets, arguing odds and collecting money. If things went
as he expected at the game, he would be collecting a large amount of money. If
not, well, he'd take it out of Larry's black hide. Still, there was always
more money to made. Followed by Tiny, he headed to the slowly developing
island of white faces in the black ocean of the auditorium seats.

Still more money to be made. In the first row, a tall, white haired man sat
there with an attractive, much younger redhead. Frank thought she looked a
lot like the girl Larry had back in the old high school, with auburn hair and
green eyes, but he couldn't be sure. The woman looked the part of a rich
housewife. She was wearing a mink coat and long, diamond earrings. Frank
studied her appreciatively for a moment and then turned his attention to the
mark.

Man have good taste, Frank thought, thinking of the redhead, and from the
look of that suit, money too. 

Frank walked up to the man. "Hello there." Frank greeted offering his hand,
"Name's Fast Frank Smith. Y'all here for the game? Why I bet you got a little
un on the team. Sure a great day for it." The bookie talked fast, his smile
was disarming.

"Tom O'Donald," the white man said reluctantly taking the black man's hand.
"and yes, my daughter is on the team. She will be a starting guard."

"Just like her father!" the redhead added, gripping her husband's are
nervously. "He played at Seaton Hall in his day." The woman looked at Tiny,
intimidated by his size.

"That a fact?" Frank said, nodding. "My little un's on the other team, but
she ain't so good. Think they'll just let her little butt warm the bench." He
stopped and looked at the man's wife. "Oh scuse me, Misses. I mean she be
second string. Yea thas what I means."

"Oh, well, not every one can be first string," the man said magnaminously,
"and I did my share of warming the bench, but Melanie, now she's an athlete.
With this win, I'll see about getting her a scholarship to college. Always
important to be on the championship team and play ball in college. Gets you
in with the right people."

"Sure do, don't it." Frank agreed, his smile widening. His gleaming white
teeth almost glowed under the bright light. "Say, how 'bout we make a little
wager on the outcome? You know, make it interesting for the grown folks."

Tom looked doubtful. "Gambling is illegal. Besides I don't see where your
team has a chance." Tom tried to hide his smile. He knew the fix was in. Hell,
he had helped put it in himself. Cost him, wait a minute.. "Course," he added,
"you folks do have a lot of talent."

"Oh yea. Right. Be illegal. But I knows the folks on the other team want to
express confidence in their chidren. If'n y'all don't want to express
confidence in you'rns. I'll understand. Might get beat by us poor black
folks."

Frank played Tom like he did the catfish back home. His disarming smile never
left his face.

The man still looked uncertain, but then said, "Tom we have to." His wife,
the redhead, spoke up. "I mean it would be just a token of faith in Melanie
and the hard work Synthia's done with the girls."

Tom shrugged. "How about five dollars?"

"Well if'n that's all you think your daughter's team worth."

Frank said taking out his roll of bills. "Yes sir, I's this confident in our
poor girls, but maybe with your job in jeopardy it be all you can afford."

"Toooommm," His wife pulled at his arm, encouraging him to increase his bet.

The man sighed. "Wait a minute. I have confidence in Melanie and Synthia. I
just don't want to take your money, and my job's just fine, I'm a lawyer,
partner actually, and I'll," He looked at his wife for a moment and then
turned back to the bookie. "up that to $100."

Frank grinned. "Now we getting there. What odds I got to give you? Two to one
seem fair?"

"Now wait a minute. Our team is better but I don't see that we should..."

"No man," the bookie interrupted. "I gives you the odds. Y'all's team wins, I
gives you $2 for each $1 you'se put up."

"Well, if you are sure you want to do this, I mean our team is favored, I
mean..." The man looked confused.

Frank grinned. Time to move on. "Man, you seem to lack confidence in your'ne."
He shook his head and then looked up at the other white parents in the crowd.
"Maybe someun else here want to bet with us folks," he called out.

"OK OK," Tom gave in. "Put me down for $500 of that." Another white man
leaned down from his seat and asked, "Can I get some of this?"

"Sure you can," Frank told him. "How much you want?"

Deals were made quickly and soon Frank had all his money covered. Small
potatos really, but not bad. As game time approached, the bookie turned to
leave the white section of the bleachers.

"Wait a minute," Tom said. "How do we find you when we win?"

Frank looked shocked that anyone would question his honesty. "I be an honest
man," he answered, "but to show my good faith, I'se let your fine wife here
hold the money." He leaned over to the redhead. "Here y'go maam. You keeps it
until the final outcome." He straightened up and looked down at Tom. How's
that?" 

Tom nodded. "Well, that's fine. And you have our word that we will treat you
fairly."

"Well," Now it was Frank's turn to look doubtful. "That is a lot of money.
'specially with all these bad nigers round here. Suppose my friend Tiny here
sits with your wife, to see to it no harm comes to y'all or the money."

"Well, uh, that's OK, I guess." Tom turned to his wife, who was holding a bag
full of money on her lap. "OK with you honey??"

"Well.. I don't know. I, uh," she answered, looking over at Tiny's smiling
face.

Frank looked thoughtful. "OK, tell y'all what, we have her sit at the
officials table, down there in plain sight all the time. And I'll sit with
you."

"Well, I guess," Tom was unsure of where this was leading. "OK with you
honey?"

His wife looked uncomfortable, but she nodded her acceptance. What could
happen to her out there in plain sight?

The bookie smiled. "Yes maam. y'all get right over there with the boy Tiny
here. He take good care of you and the money be safer there."

Tiny offered his hand and helped the woman down to the small official's table.
She shot her husband an angry look as she passed by, but didn't say anything.
She just walked down to the table with Tiny close behind.

Some fine ass on this bitch, Tiny thought. Frank's going to have the money but
I going get my bonus off'en this bitch here. Wonder if she moans like that
coach done, when I put it to her. Bet she do.

Frank grinned and took his seat beside Tom. Frank sat back and was satisfied
with himself. Poor fool here gonna lose his money, and with that tenting in
Tiny's pants, gonna lose the fine bitch too, come the end of the game.

"Just in time," Tom commented. "Here come the teams."

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                                Chapter 8


Tom groaned and sat back on the bench. Things had gone terrible for his
daughter's team, right from the starting whistle. For some reason, they seemed
to be slow and listless, almost like they weren't really trying. And why did
they all seem to waddle rather than run like the black girls? Even Melanie,
his daughter, was playing a terrible game. What was going on? He looked over
at Synthia, hoping that she would do something, but the woman just sat there
looking stunned.

That bitch had got him to put up, how much for this game? And now this niger
beside him had gotten him to bet another $500. This fucking game was going to
cost him a weekend in Barbados with his secretary. Fuck basketball!! I never
want to see the game again, and when I get these two bitches home I'm going
to...

The ball went through the hoop, two more points for the home team, and the
crowd went wild. The black girls moved with smooth animal grace, and could do
nothing wrong. 'Course it helped that the white team seemed so, listless.

                                        *****

Synthia breathed a sigh of relief as the opposing team scored again. They were
already ahead by ten points, and were playing well. The way things were going,
she'd be out of this nightmare in a couple of hours. Then, she told herself,
she'd be in a police station so quick, TWEET!

The whistle blew. Moving mechanically, the coach signalled for two girls,
Elizabeth and Whitney, to replace two of their team members. The two girls
groaned. Each member of the team had a thick butt plug up their ass and a
small, actively buzzing dildo in their pussy. Something to help them enjoy
the game more, Larry had told them, laughing. As long as the girls just sat
there, it wasn't too bad, even pleasurable but running and playing, well, it
wasn't much fun, and the shifting of the strange intruders, did nothing to
encourage swift movement, even if they were not so tired out. Terry, on the
far end of the bench, was rocking back and forth, her eyes closed and lips
parted.

The two girls did as they were told though. Larry had let them know, in no
uncertain terms, what would happen if they did anything unusual. They wanted
out of the nightmare as badly as Synthia. Moaning, they got to their feet and
half waddled onto the court. Regina and Shanda limped off, their faces shiny
with sweat. Their hands went to their crotches, to ease the shifting when
they sat down.

TWEET!

Synthia sighed as the play resumed, shifting uncomfortably on the seat. That
fat black bitch had stuffed her aching ass with a massive dildo, after the
dog had finally finished. After the dog's cock, it hadn't seemed too bad, big
as it was, but now, her poor abused ass hole was finally tightening back up,
and the plastic cock felt like a tree trunk. Especially with the almost
equally large dildo inhabiting her pussy. Only a couple more hours to go.

                                *****

Alice O'Donald looked around uneasily as the buzzer went off at half time.
She was closer to the court than her husband, and she was sure that something
was wrong. The girls looked, almost sick, like they were in pain, or
something. She'd tried to catch her daughter's eye, but Melanie had ignored
her, playing the worst game that she'd ever played in her life.

Pulling her fur around her shoulders, she tried to stand.

"I don't think so, maam." the black man, Tiny said, glaring at her. "There's
a lot of our'n money, and you's never knows who might wanna get it and might
take a piece or your fine white ass from you."

The redhead looked around. Her husband was lost behind a sea of black faces
as the crowd milled around. He had a point, maybe she should stay where she
was. Clutching the bag of money on her lap, she remained at the official's
bench. She didn't know which she feared more, the black crowd or the big
black body guard she had at her side.

                                *****

The frightened girls trooped into the dressing room. Some of them huddled on
the bench, shaking and crying, but others, such as Terry and Sandra, leaned
back against the wall, rubbing their crotches through the thin skirts of their
basketball uniforms. The willowy blonde had come three or four times during
the first half, once while actually on the court.

Synthia came in last, almost waddling with the two large dildos stuffed inside
of her ass and pussy. She looked around at her players, but received mostly
hostile stares in return. They blamed her for their predicament.

Little bitches, she thought to herself. Serves them right if I leave a couple
of them behind after the game. When I get to the police, they won't blame me.
I'll be a hero. Maybe I'll get a spread in People. A guest shot on Opr.

Larry walked in, followed by half a dozen black teenagers. Synthia groaned,
"What now? Aren't we doing what we're supposed to do? We're losing the fucking
game."

Larry just grinned at her. "Pretty uppity for a dog fucker." Synthia turned
red and dropped her eyes. "'sides," the black man went on, looking at the
girls, "this thing's not done yet. Yo losin, alright, but there's still time
t' turn it around. I'm here to tell you that's a bad idea."

Synthia started to say something, but Larry turned to the players. "OK,
everyone pair up." The girls just sat there. "Now!" He grabbed Regina by her
short hair and pushed her over on the bench next to Whitney. The two girls
glared at each other, but did as they were told. Soon, they were sitting,
facing each other on the bench. And, in short order, there were five pairs of
girls.

Marty rushed in, short of breath. "Am I late?" Walt, the camera man ran in
behind him. "You promised you wouldn't start without me, spook."

"Didn't start nothing yet," Larry growled, deliberately ignoring the
director's manner of speaking.

Marty ignored them, looking at the girls, "Alright, ladies, you girls are all
gonna star in my next film, 'Hoop Sluts'. For the next half hour, you're
gonna neck with your friends. Or else."

The girls groaned, but no one protested. They knew it was hopeless. One by
one, each pair began to kiss each other. At Marty's prompting, and under
Walt's viewfinder, the action got heavier and heavier. Before long, tops were
open, breasts squeezed, tongues entwined, sweating, half naked teenage bodies
writhing. At Marty's instructions, Walt paid particular attention to Regina
and Whitney. He found the contrast between the butch, tomboy and the sweet,
young looking blonde irresistible. The two girls both hated it, but with a
little 'persuasion', they were soon giving it their all, humping and moaning
and writhing like a couple of lesbian sluts.

"A natural," Marty sighed, looking at Regina. "A fuckin' natural, and
photogenic! What a find. Yes sir. The kid comes through again. I am a genius."

Lucy walked into the dressing room. Smiling, the fat black woman looked around.
She saw Synthia, sitting by herself at the back of the room. When she pointed
it out to Larry, he called her over and had her kneel before him and suck his
cock for the remainder of the break.

He came in her mouth just as the buzzer went off. Lucy, who had been looking
forward to having her pussy sucked, heaved a sigh of disappointment.

Well, she told herself, looking over at Shanda, that's for later.

                                        *****

Tom looked away, swallowing angrily. Things went even worse in the second
half. The white girls just didn't seem to have any energy. Even after the
half time break, his daughter looked tired, almost dazed. He looked down at
his wife, wondering how he could get his $500 back from this blood sucker
beside him, but Alice was pretty much blocked from sight as the home crowd,
ecstatic with their team's unexpected success, was jumping up and down in the
bleachers.

Tom groaned as another two points lit up on the home board. He would have to
forget those new clubs he wanted. This damn game was costing him a fortune.

                                *****

Synthia glanced at the clock. Only ten minutes left in the game, and they
were hopelessly behind. Nothing could win the game for them now. There wasn't
enough time. That black bastard had done it to her, Now she would sneak out
and get the police, she'd have the last laugh on that niger, Synthia looked
around. Time to make a her exit. Everyone was blocked off. She wasn't sure
the blacks would let them go. She didn't want to take any chances. Moving
carefully, her ass and pussy still painfully full, she slid off the bench and
moved slowly back under the bleachers.

Safely out of view, she turned and hurried as best she could down the
corridor towards the exit. The crowd let out a roar behind her, another two
points for the home team, but she didn't care. All she cared about was getting
out of this.

"Mmph!"

A black hand slipped over her mouth and pulled her into a side room. She
struggled furiously, but her head hit the door jam and everything went black.

                                   *****

Alice watched, wide eyed as Synthia slipped off the bench and hurried away
out of sight down the corridor. Something was definitely wrong. Frightened,
she turned to run to her husband, but a large hand on her knee froze her in
place.

"We don't be wanting to be doin' that, do we?" Tiny asked, leaning over and
putting an arm around her shoulder. The redhead tried to scream, but all she
could manage was a quiet whimper. Even if she had screamed, it would have
been lost in the screams of the crowd.

Under the table, Tiny's hand crept up towards her crotch. His fingers tore a
hole in the pantyhose and slipped into her slit. "Y'all just sit and enjoys
the game. Lest y'all like has to go to the can. I be happy to take you." Tiny
offered smiling, as at that warm hairy slit his fingers were exploring.

                                *****

The final buzzer went off. The home crowd burst into a frenzy of screaming
and shouting, rushing down onto the court.

Tom rose up to try to get to the table and retrieve his wife. Frank pulled
out his trusty old sock and hit him behind his ear. The roll of silver dollars
did the work just like always. Tom sank to his knees and Frank pushed his way
through the crowd, using the impromptu blackjack to overcome obstacles.

                                *****

Whitney heaved a sigh of relief as the buzzer sounded. It was over, finally
over. At last she could get the bloody dildo and butt plug out of her body,
escape this mad house and get back to her life. Regina felt a bad taste in
her mouth at the thought of what she'd been forced to do with that dyke bitch.
Well, she'd have to do something about it.

"Ahhh," The blonde girl staggered and dropped to her knees as she was knocked
forward by one of the crowd. She tried to get to her feet, but there were too
many people. She thought she would be crushed, but a hand grabbed her arm and
dragged her through the crowd, protecting her from the worst of the crush.
She was pulled towards an exit at the back of the gym and, finally, through a
pair of doors.

She looked up to thank her protector, but suddenly let out a scream when she
realized who it was.

                                *****

Melanie looked around, confused as the sea of black bodies broke over the
basketball court like a tidal wave. She thought she heard her name being
called and looked over towards her official's bench.

"Mom!"

It was her mother. She was bent over the table, her legs splayed wide and
dress bunched up around her waist. A large black man stood behind her,
pumping his hips back and forth.

Melanie let out a yell and started trying to fight her way through the crowd
towards the table. It quickly became impossible to make any headway. Hands
grabbed at her, squeezing her breasts and crotch, Finally, one of the hands
didn't let go after copping a feel, and she felt herself pulled away from her
mother.

A man stepped in front of her mother and slipped his cock into her screaming
mouth, just as Melanie was pulled out the exit.

                                *****

Frank walked through the crowd to Larry. The coach was standing there with
two struggling teenagers writhing in his grip. "Got em all?" the bookie asked.

Larry grimaced. "The bitch coach done slipped away on us."

"Shit! I wanted that bitch for me. She'll have the cops down on us, quicker
than shit."

"I know, but there's nothin' we can do bout her right now. Where be Tiny?"

Frank looked around. "I get's him," he said, sauntering back into the crowd.
"You get the bus loaded."

Larry watched for a second and then walked towards the exit, the two girls
still writhing in his grip.

Tiny was in heaven.

The redhead's pussy had been special, but her ass, so warm and tight you'd
think she'd never been reamed out up there before. And the feel of her body
as she kicked and screamed under him, A crowd of on lookers were offering
advice and one man had filled Alice's mouth to help quiet her cries for help.

"Tiny!" The body guard looked up to see his boss looking at him. "You bastard.
What the fuck yo be a doin? We got's to get outta here. Let's go. And better
not forget's that money."

Tiny sighed, but orders were orders. Letting out a grunt of effort, he grabbed
the woman's red hair and pulled her back so that her body was almost parallel
to his, directly in front. The extra weight pulled her down and his cock slid
even further into her guts. Keeping one arm around her, he picked up the bag
and began walking towards the door. The redhead let out little grunts of pain
with each step as her body was suspended off the ground by the cock buried
deep in her ass.

Frank was waiting at the door when Tiny arrived. The bookie grabbed the money
and followed his body guard and Alice out the exit.

"Room for more," Lucy called out. "Best hurry on up here, Where you get that
there white whore??"

"It be a two-fer sale you old whore and don't be trying to take her for your
crib. She be 'tached to me by dick!" Tiny explained, as he mounted the steps
with the dazed Alice firmly impaled on his dick.

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                                Chapter 9


The bus was very different from the one they had come into town on. That bus
had been almost new, with nice seats, lots of leg room and tinted windows.
This bus was a battered, yellow thing, with cold vinyl seats, rusted metal
and cracked, dirty windows. And, of course, the bus they had ridden in on
hadn't had handcuffs dangling from the metal rails on the backs of the seats.

But this one did. Each girl, all ten of them, sat on the aisle seat, a slender
wrist cuffed to the seat in front of them. The girls still had the vibrators
and butt plugs inside of them, causing them to squirm on the uncomfortable
seats. Most of them were crying, although a few curses from Larry had silenced
the worst of the noise.

Bubba was driving, Dimona sat directly behind him. She had him and she be
damned, if she was gonna lose him to one of these pasty pussies. She kept her
eye on the boy.

Larry and a few of his helpers walked up and down the aisle, generally keeping
order. Frank and Tiny sat at the back. The body guard still had Alice O'Donald
on his lap and his cock, still buried deep in her ass. The redhead moaned and
let out the occasional gasp, whenever the bus hit a pothole or bump in the
road, but was otherwise silent, paralyzed with fear.

The bus drove through the ghetto as night slowly fell.

                                *****

"First stop," Larry called out as the bus ground to a halt.

The girls stared, wide eyed and terrified as three black men climbed into the
bus. They all looked young and extremely tough, obviously gang members. One of
them spoke, "This better be good, ball man." Larry looked angry, but didn't
say anything. "We makes lotta cash on your school, won't lay off for nothin'."

Toby was head of the Gipps. He had held off any gang activity against the
game, with Larry's promises of a white pussy. Now he was here to collect.

Larry swallowed. "That be good," he told them. "You won't be disappointed."
He nodded towards the girls. "Got some choice meat for you. Word is, you guys
need a couple locomotives, somethin' cute to pull a train. Well, I gots just
the thing for y'alls." He looked at the girls. "How about,"

Elizabeth struggled wildly as her handcuff was unlocked and she was dragged
to the front of the bus. The three gang members looked the tall redhead up
down, squeezing her small, firm tits through the thin material of the
basketball uniform. Finally, the leader turned to Larry, "Alright man!" he
said, grinning. "We gots a deal. This little bitch'll be perfect for a little
bash we're throwin' tonight. "Sure y'all don't be overloaded we take the extra
meat off your hands. Keep's it nice and cool for a while."

The girl screamed loudly as they dragged her off the bus and into a nearby
building. Larry watched as they disappeared from sight and then tapped Bubba
on the shoulder. Time to move on.

                                *****

The next gang was less easy to please. They wanted two girls, and insisted on
trying them out before agreeing to stay away from Larry's school.

Larry offered them Jennifer and Marcie. In short order, they had the tall,
blue eyed girl, bent in two over the guard rail at the front of the bus. Her
short skirt was ripped off, the butt blug jerked from her ass and replaced by
a large, black cock. Jennifer, her face obscured by a wave of long black hair,
would have been screeching in pain, except for the fact that an equally large
black cock was sliding in and out of her throat. As it was, the teenager
could do nothing except jerk back and forth between the two gang members as
they sawed their cocks in and out of her unwilling body.

Marcie, on the other hand, was lying on her back on the aisle floor, her legs
wrapped around a gang member's ass and was fucking him for all she was worth.
She hadn't been quite so "enthusiastic" at the beginning, but the man had
been very persuasive, and she was now humping back at him like a proper little
fuck bunny.

In the end, the gang was satisfied with the deal, and their two new play toys
were dragged off the bus to begin their new lives as gang sluts.

Larry nodded at Bubba and the bus began to move again.

                                        *****

The bus pulled into an alley and rolled to a stop. The door swung open and
Marty entered, followed closely by Walt. "'bout time, spook," the director
growled around an unlit cigar, "We've been waiten' forever. Some neighborhood
you got here. Thought you'd forgot the deal."

Lary frowned. "Listen..."

"Let it be," Lucy told him wearily. "I's tired a you two fightin'. Let's just
get this over with."

The coach nodded. "Do you know who y'wants?"

Marty grinned. "Oh yeah. I know who I want."

Regina watched with a growing sense of horror as the balding director walked
over to where she sat, fastened to the bus seat. Grinning, he knelt down and
took her chin in his hand. "You're commin' with me, kid," he told her. "Gonna
make you a star. Got a whole series planned around you. It's gonna be called
'Tomboy'. All 'bout a teenage bull dyke who fucks all her friends at school.
With your talent, it'll be massive, make me a fortune! Y'all love it, and if
not, there's always Rover, that nice doggie you liked so much."

The teenager fought back the tears as one of Larry's helpers undid her
handcuff. The prospect of being a porn star in a series of lesbian flicks, no
boyfriends, no life, she'd never be with a man ever! Regina began to cry as
Walt, grabbed her wrist and dragged her off the bus.

Marty watched her go and then turned back to the other girls. "Of course," he
grinned, "she'll need a costar, some pretty little thing to be the 'Tomboy's'
girl slave, her little helper, He turned his attention to Whitney. "I think
y'all do nicely."

"Noooooo!!!" The blonde girl let out a loud scream, but it was all in vain.
She was quickly unfastened from her seat and dragged out to join her screen
'lover' to be in the back of Marty's van. The director grinned. Those two
girls really hated each other. It'd be huge, fuckin' huge, And then the nice
doggie would add to their reps. Yea that was a great phone call from Lucy.

Now, just one more thing,

"Spook," he said, "Do you have any extra? I mean I've got this friend who
runs a, well, sorta ranch upstate. He trains pony girls for rich men. He let's
me do some filmin' up there if I help keep him in supply. Whaddya say? I'll
get you some of the out takes."

Larry started to shake his head, he wasn't givin' this ass hole anything he
didn't have to, but Lucy leaned forward and whispered in his ear. The
basketball coach looked surprised, and then smiled. "She says the mother
fucking rancher be black. Is that so?"

The director nodded. "Yea, he's got a way with pony girls, and his stallion,
is also black, and likes white pussy too."

Grinning, Larry walked forward and leaned down in front of Kathryn. The tall
brunette cringed back in her seat, as he began to speak, "Honey, how'd y'like
to spend the next few years bein' pulling a cart as a pony girl on a ranch?
Lot's of fresh air, horse dicks to suck. Why I bet the guy who runs the place,
he'd fix y'up with all kinds a' leather shits, harnass, tack, helmet, then
he'd stick a tail up yo' white ass. Then when you be adjusted to pulling in
canter you be running races. After a few years, he might sell you off, or
maybe just breed you with some studs, or if you real bad, you be doing the
dirty with a pig!"

Kathryn's eyes grew wider and more frightened with every word. She'd never
imagined anything like this.

"Oh," Larry went on, "did I mention he be black?"

"Nooooo!" Kathryn found her voice, letting out a wail of fear.

"Yeah," Larry laughed, straightening up, "you're gonna be a pony slave to a
brother." The coach turned back to Marty. "Take the bitch, but I want those
videos to 'member her by. Bet she look good in that leather shit." he said.

Marty didn't waste any time. In a few minutes, his van was driving away down
the alley, carrying two future porn stars and a future pony girl.

                                *****

Larry turned to Lucy. "The rest are yours." he said.

The black woman smiled and surveyed her new girls.

Terry, the tall blonde, stared back, eyes wide in fear, but still rubbing her
crotch through her short skirt. A real whore, Lucy told herself. She dragged
the girl up by her wavy, blonde hair and pulled her to the front of the bus.
With a shove, she pushed the girl out onto the pavement, where a couple of
her girls waited. "Get the bitch dudded out like a 'hore. She be working
tonight! No need to waste time, she take to it natural. With her pasty white
looks and hungry pussy, it'll be months fore she's be a ordinary fuck." The
whores laughed, grabbing the frightened blonde girl by the hair and ripping
her uniform off.

Lucy turned back and looked at Sandra. The big titted redhead sat, frozen in
fear as she watched her friend being stripped by the black whore outside the
bus. "You too," Lucy said, "I'll..."

The black woman stopped talking. Her gaze lit on Melanie and then drifted
towards the back of the bus where Frank and Tiny sat. The bookie was counting
his money, but his body guard had a woman on his lap. He'd ripped open her
blouse and, using her tits as handles, was forcing the poor woman to fuck
herself up and down on his cock. A calculating look came over her as she
unfastened the auburn haired teenager from the seat and dragged her to the
back of the bus.

"Y'all related?" she asked, pushing Melanie towards the woman on Tiny's lap.

"Y-yes," the teenager sniffled. "M-my mother,"

"Ahh," Lucy looked at the woman. "You like fuckin' that there black mother
fucker there? Or you be wanting to come with me?"

"Oh, no," the woman moaned, tossing her head. "P-please, get me outta here, I
have money."

"Tells you what," Lucy said. "you does what I says, I'll takes you wit me.
Then I makes sure you and your daughter stays together. You be a team."

"Hey," Tiny stopped bouncing the woman on his dick and looked around from
behind her. "What you say? The bitch be mine. I found her. Now she just be a
natural stension of my johnson!"

"Shut up fool, I be talking to the bitch!" She looked at Alice. "All you gots
to do," Lucy said, "is kiss this here bitch. Got it?" The two women, mother
and daughter looked doubtful. Then Tiny shifted slightly, driving his monster
cock even further into her abused ass hole. Moaning, Alice grabbed her
daughter and pulled her in for a motherly kiss.

Lucy leaned forward as their lips met. "Thas nice, now," she encouraged.
"Longer, more tongue," The black woman watched closely as the mother and
daughter kissed, and kissed, and kissed, "Rub them titties like you loves her
or black mama spank yours."

Tiny was sent over the edge and came in the woman's ass, groaning as he
spurted hot cum into her ass hole. Alice moaned slightly, but kept kissing
her daughter. Anything to get away from him.

"Thas fine!" Lucy said, pulling them apart. "You're hired!" She grabbed each
woman by the hair and dragged them down to the front of the bus.

"Hey, dat bitch be mine! What I goings to cover my dick wit now?" Tiny argued.

"Jus you wait," Lucy called back at the bodyguard. "Y'all get yours." She
pulled the two women off the bus and pushed them towards the other whores.
"Take these two to Mark." she ordered. "Tell him they're for the party/club
circut, a mother and daughter team. Tell him to start the dildo trainin'
right away." The black woman turned to Alice and Melanie. "I said y'all be
together and you will. With yo looks and Mark's trainin', y'all be famous,
the best mother/daughter fuck team ever. Y'all be fuckin' each other from one
end of the city to the other, make me a fortune." The two women began to wail,
but they were quickly led away to begin their new lives as performers.

Lucy walked back onto the bus and up to Sandra. "Lissen girl," she said,
"Y'wanna end up like yo friend?"

The redhaired teenager looked through the dirty bus window to where Terry was
being dressed up in typical whore fashion, black vinyl miniskirt, rid pumps,
pink halter top, She shook her head. No, she didn't want to end up like that.
No way.

"Maybe den you want's to be the cover on this here boy's johnson." Lucy said,
indicating Tiny's slimy flacid black dick. "Then you better be nice to your
new boyfriend!" Lucy told her, pulling the girl from her seat and pushing her
towards the back of the bus to where Tiny sat. The body guards dick,
glistening with spent cum, drooped on his lap. Sandra swallowed uneasily, but
then walked forward. Anything was better than being turned into a whore.

Tiny grinned and gestured at his crotch. Without a word, the girl dropped to
her knees and lowered her mouth towards the slimy organ. Tiny put a hand on
her head to stop her. "Tell me, girlfriend." he grinned. "Does you love me?
Does you wanna suck my long black cock?"

"Y-yes," the girl stammered. "I, I love you Tiny. Please let me s-suck your,
your cock." The body guard released her head and let her take his cock in her
warm, wet mouth.

Lucy nodded and then turned away. He tire o her shortly, she told herself,
and then I sell her to the Jamacians. Her holes be bout right by then.

The fat black woman walked up to where Shanda sat, cowering in her seat.
"How's my little pussy girl?" The blonde girl said nothing as her black
mistress pulled a collar out of a purse and fastened it around her neck. Then
she attached a metal chain and led the girl off the bus and into her new life
as Lucy's pussy slave.

"Bye Larr," Lucy said as she walked off the bus, "been a pleasure."

"What about me?" It was Frank. He'd finished counting and was walking towards
the front of the bus. "I thought I was gettin' the coach. What happened to
her?"

Larry shrugged uneasily. "I dunno. If she,"

"Hey Larry," Bubba called out from the drivers seat. "I know's where she be
at. We can go get's her now if'n you wants."

Larry turned, surprised. "You sure?"

The fat man nodded.

"OK," he said, "let's go does it."

                                *****

Synthia woke up with a cock sawing in her dry hole. 

"AGGEGEGEEEEGGGGGGGGGG," She tried to scream but the dirty socks in her mouth
muted her attempts at vocal communication.

She was on some dirty mat, all spread out while skinny black kid was fucking
her hole like there was a cutoff time and he was going to get in so many
hundred strokes.

She shifted and looked up at her fucker.

His eyes were red. His pupils were dilated with the meth he shot up with. His
black ass was moving like the piston in a car, in and out, in and out.

Earfucker had arrived. He had coked up his dick, bandages and all so he could
go the distance. He shot up the meth. He was good for, bout a week way he
figured it.

Nobody knew he had the bitch. Nobody due back here for a week. No Larry to
grab him off, no wolf to bite his ass, and bitch better not think bout biting
him when he tire of her pussy, maybe tomorrow, or next day. He set for now.
Coke keep him hard until then and he scored nuff for his fucking week.

Maybe bitch going to be drowning in his cum by then.

CREEEEKKKKKKKKKK

What that? Better not be no wolf.. he kill that fucker. Bitch be his. He be
going.

"See Mr. Larry. Here they be, just like I say, Nasty fuck be stealing your
pussy. See?" Bubba went on with glee. He had been right. He helped. He was
elated. Maybe they let him fuck her. Nah, Dimona catch wind of that she cut
off his balls. She a mean bitch when she mad. Just go home and fuck her. She
was his woman.

Larry and Frank grabbed the earfucker's arms and dragged him off 'his bitch'.
He fought to resume his mount.

"Mister Larry, Mister Frank, Bitch be mine, I gots her. I helped. I kept her
from going to the cops. I all set up, don't be taking her from me now." the
earfucker cried. He stood between the two large black men like a child crying
over his toy, except for that small bandaged stiff black dick.

"Boy be right, Frank." Lary stated.

Synthia finally succeeded in spitting out the socks. "No! Don't let that
little fucker at me. I'll do anything. His fuck stick don't seem to ever go
down. He'll ruin me. Take me away. I'll do anything for you. Please don't let
him in my cunt."

"Yea, the boy did help," Frank agreed, ignoring Synthia's protest. "She might
have got away, sneaking out when we was busy. What say we leave these love
birds here for the night? By then, the boy probably fucked hisself to death
or something."

"No, he'll ruin me. I'll never get back into shape. He'll tear out my pussy
with those bandages."

"Boy, I give you the night, but don't you be messing with her ass hole. That
be mine. I find you licorice stick in there, and I cuts it off. You hear me
BOY?"

"Yes sir, Mr Frank. Yes Sir. Yes." the earfucker called over his shoulder as
he resumed his mount.

"NO!! No, Please,co-come.. baaack, hel, HELP MEEEE," Synthia tried to cry out.

"You sure is generous, Frank. How's 'bout giving me my cut of the side bets,
now?" Larry asked.

"Oh yea, well, I didn't really make that much you know, and I gots spenses.
How bout I gives y'all $1000 for now and then come next Tuesday we settles up
for real?" Frank offered.

"Don't be shitting me Frank, bout no spenses. I wants an honest count. The
sports program be needing that money." Larry said.

"Here go, Next Tuesday," Frank said walking away.

"Yea, sucker you be there Tuesday. I be vacationing in the islands with my new
white bitch's ass hole occupying my minds." Frank thought, as he lit up a fine
cuban cigar.>

                                        *****

Lary walked back to the darkened gym and heard a scuffle going on.

"What be that" He called out, grabbing a baseball bat to arm himself. He
found the switch and flooded the auditorium with light. There he found three
black youths stripping Tom's suit from his struggling gagged body.

"What the fuck you doing?" Larry asked.

"Man got a $1000 set of threads man. I wants it."

"I gets the shoes. Maybe real snake skin."

"I gets the wallet. Must be $100s in there."

"Now what you going do with this white fucker after?? Leave him here?? Not
hardly. Take him out to the white bus. There be 'nother naked white boy there.
You takes um to that bar in the queer district. I done told un they gets the
one, but they's not be too unhappy with the extra," Larry ordered.

"Aw coach, we got's dates."

"Don't be shitting me. Ugly fuckers like you can't get no girls and Lucy's
whores open all night. Now get to it and take that bus to Earnie's. He be
happy for the scrap. Now get to it. Jump when I says so."

Larry watched as the bus rolled out of sight. By morning, it would be scrap,
destroying all evidence of the night's activities.

Whistling, the basketball coach turned and began walking towards his apartment.
He was looking forward to school the next day, and the celebrations that would
follow his team's great victory.

Of course, he reminded himself, he musn't get too full of himself. It's not
whether you win or lose, but how you plays the game. "Yea and nice guys, well
cunts finishes last. Wonder if the boy still be fucking."

Whistling, he walked on,

THE END

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