For the ninth, no tenth, night in a row Nate drove slowly through the neighborhood. Not out of love for Amanda, that had withered a month ago. To tell the truth, Nate felt…responsible. The day Amanda disappeared Nate had broken it off with her, told her it was over. For him it had been over for a while and he was just putting off the inevitable. For Amanda, however, it was a shock. She ran from the car, crying, down the street and Nate…just let her go. An hour later Amanda had ended up on the doorstep of an apartment building, still crying, until she was taken in by a pretty black girl who comforted her, slipped a roofie into her drink and tied her up to keep as her as her white slave. Just to see how whitey felt in the position her ancestors had occupied for so long.
Inside the apartment, Shawna and Henry enjoyed their new toy. Amanda had lapsed into what psychologists called the “Stockholm Syndrome”, where the captive identifies with the captors and does whatever their captor says, just to stay alive.
"Kneel up bitch!" Henry hissed, jerking the leash. Amanda kneeled up, her blond hair cascading over her shoulders.
"She does have a nice pair of tits on her," Shawna whistled, tweaking one of Amanda’s nipples. And look at her pussy. Open bitch!"
Amanda was slow to spread her legs.
"I see you are in need of another lesson," said Henry. He smiled at the spark of fear in Amanda’s eyes. Henry was about 6' 5", 250 pounds of pure midnight muscle. His charcoal naked body shone from perspiration. Forcefully, he kissed her, thrusting his tongue in her mouth. Pushing her down on her back, Henry spread her legs wide, positioning himself between her legs. He shoved three thick fingers inside her pussy; she was wet in an instant.
"Damn Shawna, this bitch is in heat!" Henry laughed, as his fingers pumped in and out of her pussy. Henry added another finger inside, stretching her hole even wider. Soon she felt a familiar touch on her lips. Shawna was kneeling next to her head, a large black strap-on cock tapping on her lips. Without hesitation, she opened her mouth, letting Shawna thrust in and out. At the same time Henry shoved his thick cock inside of her. Amanda screamed out as the first of an onslaught of orgasms hit her.
"Guess you need to have your pussy eaten," Henry said to Shawna, pressing his cock ever further into Amanda with each stroke.
Shawna removed the strap-on and pushed her pussy against Amanda’s face.
"Lap it you white bitch!" Shawna ordered, "Make me cum!"
Amanda began to lick at Shawna's pussy; she zoned in on her clit, knowing that it would make her come faster. Licking and sucking, she stabbed her tongue in and out, making Shawna buck her hips against her mouth.
"Oh fuck! I'm cumming!" Shawna moaned, pulling Amanda's mouth deeper into her pussy. Amanda began to suck harder, intent on making her cum. Shawna's bucked her hips against her mouth, flooding her face with her cum.
"Eat it up bitch!" Henry commanded, looking at Amanda, "That's right Amanda, suck it up, suck all of her cum!" Amanda slurped her juices, swallowing every drop.
"Goddamn! Goddamn! I'm gonna’ shoot!" Henry grunted, pumping harder in her pussy.
"Beg bitch! Beg to cum!" Shawna hissed.
"Ohhh gawd! Please let me cum!!!" she begged, shaking her head wildly.
"Please what?" Shawna demanded.
"Master!" she said.
"Damn!" Henry shouted, spraying his cum deep in her, as she writhed in orgasm.
Thirty minutes later Henry and Shawna had showered and dressed, and even allowed Amanda to clean herself. They locked her in the bedroom, confident that she was now so compliant that escape was unthinkable. Henry left for his apartment and Shawna got in her car to go to class. Today’s lecture would be all about slavery, something Shawna was learning up close and personal.
As she got in her car she noticed a familiar car, one that had she had seen regularly on her street lately. She caught a look at that same white boy she had seen a few days ago. What’s he looking for, she wondered? She decided to follow him and see.
Nate drove a few more blocks and decided to stop at a convenience store and talk to the owner. He was showing the owner a picture of Amanda when a pretty black girl, about his age, walked in. She looked familiar but Nate couldn’t place her. She was in her early 20's with very dark skin and a pleasant smile. Her hair was long and done into a weave that hung about shoulder length. She was wearing a pair of white shorts that conformed to her tight firm body and had on a snug fitting top which caused her nipples to be fully visible. A pair of white socks and tennis shoes contrasted with her long dark sexy legs.
“Hey Shawna,” said the store owner, “Have you seen this woman around the neighborhood?” He showed Shawna the picture of Amanda that Nate had handed him.
“Can’t say as I have,” replied Shawna cautiously. To Nate, “Lost your girlfriend?”
“Just a friend,” Nate responded, “She’s gone missing; I’d like to find out what happened to her. You know, just to know she’s okay and not in any danger.”
They talked for a few minutes, learned each others names and Shawna promised to give Nate a call if she found out anything about the missing woman. For Nate’s part, he was strangely attracted to this pretty black girl and found himself gazing into her eyes as she talked.
As Shawna turned to walk away, Nate blurted out, “Uh, Shawna, could I see you again? Maybe buy you dinner? You know, maybe you can help me in my search.”
Had Shawna been facing Nate he would have noticed an evil look pass across her face. However, when she turned to answer him she was all smiles.
“I’d like that Nate,” she cooed, “There’s a small restaurant just a block over. Meet me there at eight tomorrow?”
Nate could barely say yes fast enough.
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