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This particular story is expanded from a short vignette found in The Logic of My Anger: A Sociopath’s Tale. The woman in the hotel room has been unknowingly\nsubjugated by her psychopathic boyfriend; she has unwittingly allowed him to begin\ndestroying her life. She is manipulated\ninto entering the hotel room where she has been set up to be sexually tortured\nand repeatedly raped, and then discarded by her rapists when she is no longer\nof value. \n\n

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The Hotel Room

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I am\nthe punishment of God. If you had not\ndone great sins, God would not have sent a punishment like me down on you.

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-Genghis\nKhan

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If\nsomeone betrays you once, it’s their fault; if they betray you twice, it’s your\nfault.

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-Eleanor\nRoosevelt

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How She’d Turned Her Life Around or No Matter\nWhat Happened, She Remained A Hopeless Optimistic

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She was a\nstrikingly beautiful woman: high cheekbones sharp enough to eat off of,\nstraight aristocratic nose and full red lips. \nHer skin was tight and clear of blemishes, and about the only sign of\nher true age were a few tiny lines around her eyes that might not have been\nthere a couple of decades ago. Her\nlongish, blue-black hair only accentuated her large almond-shaped blue\neyes. And she was also beautiful in the\nway that only women with a measure of maturity could be beautiful. Not like in a fashion magazine, and certainly\nnot like a model. There was a quality of\nrealness here; an authenticity only hinted at which led you to feel you might\njust as easily meet her at a supermarket or church or at the PTA.

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Long\nand lean as a horsewoman, she had the bold face of a beautiful explorer and\nwhat men often mistook as the cool, calculating eyes of a risk-taker. It was obvious that she was comfortable with\nher beauty and there was something deeply erotic in the way she moved without\nany trace of self-consciousness. She had\nan almost boyish, yet obviously feminine figure that retained a remarkably tiny\nwaist even after bearing a child. Every\nman that saw her was reminded of a tom-boy grown to womanhood, her sexuality\nswimming mysteriously beneath the surface…and she was all the more desirable to\nevery man for that.

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Widowed almost\ntwenty years ago, at thirty-eight the still unmarried woman had raised one son\nby herself. Ever aware of appearances,\nshe had avoided even the hint of scandal or impropriety and become a pillar of\nher community…..up until the last few months, that is. She regularly attended church and was on\nnumerous neighborhood committees. In\nnormal times she could something of a bitch, this woman with the cool\ndon’t-fuck-with-me eyes and a magnetism that every man could not help but\nfeel.

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But not now,\nnot at this moment.

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Just when she\nwas entering what was should have been one of the best periods in her life,\neverything she had ever believed in, everything she had ever worked for, had\never wanted, it had been destroyed almost overnight, right before her\ndisbelieving eyes.

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Several months\nago she’d been with her young lover. Being\nwith him, accepting his money for sex had been a mistake from the beginning,\nbut after the first couple of assignations, she hadn’t cared about the money anymore\nbecause she realized that she had begun to really care about him. \nThe realization had been shocking, but the honest truth was that the more\ntime spent with him after that, the happier she was and the more she realized just\nhow much she had begun to…love…him.

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She had at first\nsomewhat reluctantly begun her affair with the twenty-year old son of a\nneighbor and good friend only for the money that he would give her. But as this had begun to blossom into\nsomething much deeper for her, she had tried to deny it, deny her growing\nfeelings for him. Because of pride, she\nhad done her best to keep the affair a secret, not wanting to become one of\nthose loose “older” women who were the subject of unending gossip, who\ndiminished themselves through scandal and scandalous behavior, especially with\nmen young enough to be their own child.

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But now, here\nshe was, with everything tumbling out of control. Deep inside, Kate knew she had been raised\nfar too better than to allow this, her mother would have been so ashamed. But still, she continued seeing him, and she\nwatched helplessly as tolerance turned to like, like to care, and finally,\ncaring turned to love. Love was what had\nbeen missing for so long in her life, and when it finally came a second time,\nwhen she could finally force herself to open her heart to it, this second\nchance at love changed her whole world.

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Then one night\nthe unthinkable had happened. Still\ndressed in the provocative manner that her young lover so enjoyed, after he had\nleft her home she’d later that night been attacked by an awful monster from the\nghetto. Her home invaded, raped multiple\ntimes by an unknown black man who’d somehow entered her home, she’d fought like\na tiger but to no avail. After twice satisfying\nhimself with her body, the horrible man had threatened to return, but for\nreasons that now seemed so stupid and naïve as to be literally irrational, she\nhad not believed him, could not have forced herself to believe that he would\ndare to return to the scene of his first crime. \n

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Not wanting\nthe affair or manner of her dress when first raped made public, not wanting her\nyoung lover to know that she’d been “soiled” in such a common manner, rather\nthan reporting the assault and enduring all of the accompanying humiliation\nthat this would have brought down on both of them, she’d just kept quiet,\nchanged all of the door locks and tried to on her own to recover the broken\nparts of her life the rapist had left behind. \n

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The man had\nraped her without using any protection. \nShe took birth control pills so she wasn’t worried about becoming\npregnant…god forbid she become impregnated by the black monster. But she also obsessed for days afterwards\nabout whether or not he had given her a venereal disease or even AIDS, for\neveryone knew that VD was rampant among the ghetto trash.

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Suddenly,\nthose early fears became groundless, for the man had returned a second\ntime, had somehow entered her home again and once more he attempted to ruin her\nlife. Again, she had fought him until\nexhausted. But, successful once more, he\nagain took what he wanted from her multiple times and then, as icing on the\ncake he beat her and humiliated her at the end, taking photos of her shame as\nproof. She feared that what he had done\nthreatened to turn her very existence into a cheap and tawdry anecdote for\nevery lecherous man who had ever lusted after her. His actions had taken away her independence,\nremoved every freedom she had ever taken for granted as a woman, leaving her\nnothing but a reclusive, emotional wreck.

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But in the\nend, her dilemma remained unchanged…. in fact it was now even worse. The public embarrassment of multiple rapes,\nthe affair with her neighbor’s son, her manner of dress when attacked the first\ntime, it had been compounded by the very fact that she had not reported the\nfirst attack. But she was a tough person,\nand although she suffered deeply from the psychological trauma of the two\nattacks, somehow she had made it through this time too without losing her\nmind.

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But the man\nhad threatened her this time too, declaring his intent to perhaps return a third\ntime.

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Incredulity\nand disbelief.

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Despite the\nevidence of his two previous attacks, on a conscious level at least, she’d\nrefused to believe that even one such as he could be that bold, that determined\nto destroy her. There was no reason she\nknew of for his persecution of her; it was as if he somehow knew her personally\nand hated her. It had to be a lie. But even so, she still did her best to\nstrengthen her home; she’d had the locks changed again and then had\nconcentrating on trying to recover her sanity, on trying to forget the awful\nthings he’d done to her.

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But in the\nend, her decision to ignore his threats had been wrong, a massive error in\njudgment. For the man had NOT left her\nalone. Rather, he HAD come for\nher a third time. And then, dazed,\nemotionally exhausted, her mind a ticking time bomb of irrational thought and\noverwhelming fear, the woman had compounded her first errors a thousand-fold\nwhen, unlike the first two times, she had uncharacteristically submitted to the\ninevitable third rape without struggle. \nIt was then that he took additional pictures, but this time of them being\ntogether in bed, of their having apparently consensual sex.

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She loved the\nlife she had created for herself. But\nwith these photos, the black man now controlled every aspect of her existence. Worse, it turned out he was a pimp in\naddition to being a rapist, and in many ways he now treated her just like any\nother bitch in his string of whores.

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Like a foolish\ncharacter in some poorly written “B” or “C” rated movie, she had finally\nadmitted to herself that she truly loved the young man she was seeing, but this\nacknowledgement had only come when it was almost too late. She had been independent for so long, been\nwithout a man for so long, that she had become used to that life. But he brought her companionship, security\nand…love. Somehow she had come to love\nthis boy that was the same age as her son; she loved the boy that had grown up\nacross the street from her house…..and she knew that he loved her.

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How could she\nhave let this happen? She asked herself this a thousand times a day. Would he still want her if he knew what had\nbeen done to her? Her only hope was to\ncooperate with her rapist while she came up with a way that allowed she and\nJimmy to flee from the horror her life had now become.

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Always aware of\nhow men viewed her, after being taken sexually by the arrogant black man, the\nwoman had found herself becoming more and more of a man-hater. It was so easy to despise most men for what\nthey thought about woman, what they did to women. And in some ways, this hatred gave her\nstrength, helped save her soul.

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Other than his\nodd and sometimes aggressive sexual needs, Jimmy was the only man she knew who\ntreated her like a lady, with respect. \nBut the only other man that didn’t automatically feel Kate’s ice-cold\nglare and tiny merciless smile of disgust was the man who had put her in this\nsituation in the first place…. he wouldn’t allow her that freedom.

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Even though she could not admit it to herself, Booker had totally\ndominated her in a way that forced her to accept victimhood in all of its\nmulti-hued shades at his hands. She fiercely\nhated him for what he’d done to her, but she never dared showed him the\ndisrespect she felt. She only hoped that\nwith Jimmy’s help she could soon escape his terrible, demeaning grasp and do\nher best to live a normal life somewhere else with the man she loved.

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Her stomach\nfelt nervous, acidy, for Booker had insisted that she meet him at a downtown\nhotel at three in the afternoon. \nGod! This was the first time he’d\ndemanded a meeting away from her home. \nKate's stomach burned with excess acid; it had only been yesterday that\nshe’d visited her lover’s place and endured the humiliation of the cage he’d\nbuilt specifically for her. She still\nached from her experiences there. She\nloved Jimmy, but recently he’d begun pushing the limits of what she could\neasily give. She wanted to be what he wanted, but almost daily found it more and\nmore difficult to accept the pain and sexually humiliating things he did to her. But that was okay too, for the two of them\nwere still discovering the limits of their relationship. And she knew their love would make it\nwork.

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It had\nto.

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At the same\ntime, Kate feared what Booker’s new demand represented; he was now taking her\n\"cooperation\" more and more for granted, assuming he was now\nin total control of her life. But the\ntruth was that at least in tiny one way it was better, for he had become\never more demanding, ever more insistent and less careful, ever more uncaring\nand oblivious to any need she might have for his secrecy. At least, she hoped, at a hotel, they would\nbe ensured privacy.

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She despaired\nof ever getting her life back. It was\ninevitable that at some point the uncouth and horrible black man would be seen\nby her neighbors, that she would be exposed. \nHe had already almost destroyed everything wonderful she might ever have\nhad with her lover, Jimmy. And with that\nexposure, she would finally have been dragged down to Booker’s level as he\nruined the full life she had finally created for herself after so many years of\nloneliness and crushing near-poverty.

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It was obvious\nhe was getting what he wanted from her; he also obviously did not care about\nher own existence. The black man would\nsurely destroy her life with his selfish need for domination and physical\ngratification that he took from unwilling females such as her.

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To compound\nher nightmare, a happy Jimmy had telephoned today out of the blue wanting to\nmeet for a late lunch. Kate knew the\nonly way she could accommodate both men was to dress for Booker before she met\nwith Jimmy.

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Kate had been taught well by the horrible, uncouth man who now so controlled\nher life. She took a shower, paying\nparticular attention to shaving her legs, underarms, and between her legs as\nshe prepared for the black man later in the afternoon. She dressed in the skin-tight cream-colored\ntopless bustier that Booker and Jimmy both enjoyed, but this time without\nJimmy's knowledge. Camouflaged in a\nsimple yet well-tailored pantsuit, Kate managed to cover the lingerie she wore to\nher satisfaction, though she feared that the snaps holding up her flesh-toned\ndress stockings might be revealed through the fabric of her business-like\ntrousers when she sat down. Since it was\na little cool, she also wore a fashionable dark-brown mid-thigh jacket.

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At lunch Jimmy\nwas his normal, caring self. Although he\nsensed that something was wrong and asked several times why she was so\ndistracted, lunch was still pleasant. \nThey talked of how the weather had deteriorated so quickly, of their\nnext overnight stay in Boston in order to see a show and of other things that\nconcerned lovers like them and then Kate departed, off now to meet the man that\nhad forced himself into her life just to become her secret lover.

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There’s\nNo Such Thing As A Free Lunch or He Still Hated What He had Created

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Jimmy managed\nto act pleased with the beautiful woman that he met for lunch. She was bundled against the cold when she\narrived at their table and wore a conservative eggshell pantsuit under a light\nbrown top and beige five-inch stiletto heel pumps. Her nails and lip gloss were one of those\ncolors between pink and flesh, and it went well with the eggshell. Her fingers were slim and manicured and there\nwas a single strand of white pearls around her neck. Normally gorgeous, up close beneath her\nperfectly applied makeup she looked tired and harassed, but the objective\nviewer couldn’t really tell for sure until near. Kate apologized for being a little late and\nthen again for not being able to stay long. \n

\n\n

An\nappointment, she said.

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They ate\nquickly and it was easy to see that Kate was unable to concentrate during their\nshort lunch; she was visibly distracted; not at all the cool and collected\nwoman he knew so well. Jimmy worked at\nsmall talk and smiled a lot to put her at ease. \nBut soon their lunch was over. \nShe departed and Jimmy watched almost every male in the room look\nenviously at the woman with whom he was having an affair.

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And as he\nwatched her walk away, his smile turned first to a grimace of distaste and then\na poorly hidden sneer of disgust. If she\nenjoyed meeting men in more public settings, then he would ensure that Booker\nobliged her more often.

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Jimmy had\nearly in his life discovered that while he liked the feel of a woman, he didn’t\nreally like most women; in fact, there were very few women he trusted\nand even fewer he admired. The species\njust seemed somehow fundamentally flawed to him. He was a sociopath in some ways, for he felt\nno guilt for his natural inclination to take a woman and use her, use her hard\nand then discard her like some toy that no longer amused him.

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And of all the\nwhores and cunts it’d been his pleasure to use over the last few years, it\nturned out that this bitch was the fucking easiest one of all to\nmanipulate. A long-time friend of his\nmother, he’d known the woman for years and hated or resented her for much of\nthat time. Only recently had an\nopportunity become available for him to get inside her defenses. He snorted disbelievingly as he remembered how\nshe’d tried to use him, make him fall in love with her. But her real nature had finally shone through\nas it inevitably must, and then he’d been reminded of her treachery just in\ntime. Relieved, safe from her\nmanipulative ways, his hatred rekindled, he’d gone back to the original plan of\nusing her need for affection and companionship as a way to manipulate the woman\nto her destruction.

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The black man\nhe’d hired had his script and Jimmy had provided the cheap hotel room – unknown\nto all of the participants, it had of course been pre-wired with video and\naudio for his viewing pleasure. It would\nbe interesting to see how the cheating bitch reacted to what he and Booker had\nplanned this time.

\n\n

The Fragrance\nHotel rented rooms. Two hours. \nTwenty-five dollars. They often\nturned the same room around five times in a day. Or if someone were desperate, rooms could be\nrented by the day. The hotel looked exactly\nlike the kind which did this sort of thing, a concrete-block and\ncorrugated-iron bunker with badly lit halls and soundproofed rooms with\nsoundproof doors. Of course, the inclement\nweather had cut down on the short-term clientele. The oily clerk smirked as he took the\ndark-haired woman’s money, and her face burned with embarrassment at first when\nshe was informed that she was\nresponsible for paying for the room, for paying the rate for a full day. However, she quickly recovered and gave him\nher superior fuck you, you loser little man smile and left him standing\nbehind his pathetic little desk.

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The lobby was\ncold, the elevator didn’t work, and the stairs and hall smelled of bleach and\nlooked like they got scrubbed a lot because they needed to be scrubbed a\nlot. There was a sticky carpet and a\nconcrete staircase off of the lobby, and the elegant looking woman was\nmortified at being forced to meet the black pimp here.

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The steel doors of the stair well groaned\nopen. The now unnerved woman stepped\nonto a threadbare brown carpet that probably had not been vacuumed for at least\nfive years. The hallway smelled of urine\nand empty Cup-A-Soup containers.

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She walked\nalong the hall and passed an open door in which an undernourished girl, who\nlooked no older than she needed to, lounged on a stained mattress on a small\nbed, clacking a wad of gum loudly. And\nrepeatedly. She had an iPod on her belly\nand was idly working through a well-thumbed book.

\n\n

The beautiful\nwoman slowly walked to Room 29 and after hesitating to gather her courage, she\nopened the door with the old-fashioned key given to her by the smirking baboon\ndownstairs. The man who was effectively\nher pimp now waited patiently inside.

\n\n

A cheap,\nshadowy hotel room in the late mid-afternoon light; the bed was a wreck of\nunclean tangled sheets scattered with Booker’s implements of pleasure and\ntorture: ropes, rubber and plastic, wire and clothespins. Two bags of fast food wrappers and potato\nchip empties lay in the corner and an old National Enquirer lay on the chipped\nand scarred bedside stand.

\n\n

Looking\naround, all pretenses at arrogance fled her face. The beautiful woman was horrified by the\ntacky, worn hotel room. Unknown to her,\nthis was the room in which two men had carefully planned to almost surgically\nremove all respect she might have felt for herself and her femininity, perhaps\neven eradicating at the same time the very thing which made her a woman, which\nmade her human.

\n\n

The curtains\nwere drawn and the room was surprisingly dark. \nThe reluctant woman looked once at the navy blue nylon gym bag the pimp\nhad brought with him. Still partially\nfilled with his “party” toys, it contained duct tape, several different gags, a\ncoil of rope, gloves, handcuffs, two or three dildos and more. Bitter anger flared briefly and with\nremaining courage barely flickering, the woman at first tried to resist his\ndemands, but she was once more coerced with only a few blows.

\n\n

She hated the\npower he had over her, the power to make her submit to him without saying a\nword. To her shame, it ended like it\nalways did, just like it had begun. She\nsat fully clothed on the edge of the bed, her firm body lit by the few\nremaining angled rays of the sun as she provided the victim's reluctant, yet\ncooperative soul that the pimp required. \n

\n\n

Booker had to\nadmit it; he liked doing this to his women. \n

\n\n

Booker was not\nan easy man to miss. Enormously tall,\nhis head seemed to almost brush the ceiling. \nAnd he was so black that his skin almost drank the room’s dim light and\nglowed like painted gold, but still reflected light with an almost purple\ntinge. His forehead and cheeks were\nfilled with what looked like ritualized tribal markings. A row of round, hard-looking purple scars the\nsize of pencil erasers lined the man’s forehead above his eyebrows. Three more lines of scars followed the line\nof his cheeks below each eye; each scar a hard knob like something had been\npushed under the skin.

\n\n

His voice was\na strong baritone, as deep and rich as oodles of chocolate sauce poured over\nchocolate ice cream. He sometimes spoke\nwith a ghettoized African-tinged street vernacular that was full of slang and\nsub-cultural references. Other times he\nshifted into what sounded like a soft, educated British accent.

\n\n

Booker knew\nthat his scars always terrified women at first; to them these things looked so\ncreepy and obscene. But he didn’t care,\nfor when he smiled as he gave them his frank, cold look of assessment, every\nwoman recognized in his dark eyes both arrogance and even grudging admiration\nfor what they could do for him, how much money or power they represented to\nhim. It scared each and every one of his\nwomen to death to see his terrible teeth try a smile even as his eyes stayed\nsub-polar. And make no mistake, by this\ntime, the widower Kate was one of his women. \n

\n\n

At first\nreluctant to become involved in what he saw as an unnecessarily complicated\nwhite-boy plan for revenge, her boyfriend had eventually piqued Booker’s\ninterest by playing the race card, telling him that \"I know she likes to\nfuck. But she'd never let a guy like you\nfuck her. She's too good for that; and\nsomeone like you, especially being black, not in a million years.\" Smart enough to recognize a frankly\nmanipulative comment, subjugating the woman had still become a challenge for\nhim, a challenge to which he’d more than risen. \n

\n\n

She was under\nhis control now and despite hating or mistrusting almost all men, she’d been\ntrained over time by him to near perfection, and the beautiful thirty-eight\nyear old woman now pretty much performed for him on demand.

\n\n

Ready now,\nBooker could feel his veins gleaming with steely anticipation. Before anything else, he stripped and bound\nand gagged the unresisting and now submissive middle-aged white woman to ensure\nshe could, as was usual in the end, deny him nothing. She still wore high heels and the flesh-toned\nnylons that reached high on her firm upper thighs, along with the cream-colored\ntopless bustier which supported the stockings. \n

\n\n

Legs spread\nand tied wide apart and hands tied to the head of the bed, her exposed nipples\nwere quickly suctioned erect by his mouth and then the base of each breast was\ntightly wrapped with long, very thin strips of elastic to ensure a trapped\nblood supply that continually fed the upright nipples. Her nipples now looked almost like vestal\nofferings for the clothes pins that were quickly and painfully clamped on\neach.

\n\n

In pain and\nspreadeagled on her back, silent and almost naked, the thirty-eight year old\nwoman presented multiple sexual opportunities for the black pimp. Booker wasn't sure what the boyfriend had\nultimately planned for this bitch, but it was obvious that he hated her. Didn't matter to him though, he regularly got\nto drain his nuts when knocking off a nice piece of white ass and was paid good\nmoney at the same time to do it.

\n\n

But first he\nhad to get her dilated to accomplish what the boyfriend had requested. The initial dildo was made out of rubber and\nshaped like a silver bullet, eight inches long and two inches in diameter. The black man ignored her muffled moans as he\nknelt between her legs and began to slide it in and out of the captive woman's\npussy. Each time near the bottom, he\npushed in ever more firmly, and then held it there for a long moment.

\n\n

After a couple\nof minutes, he had masturbated his reluctant whore with it until the hard\nrubber glistened with her juices. In and\nout, it made a fantastic, erotically wet sound. \nFinally, he pushed it in and left her impaled with the first six inches,\nwhile the last two inches of silver remained in view between her nude, spread\nlabia. From there, Booker moved up her\nbody so that he could squeeze her tits until she made deep and panic-filled\ninhalations through her nose.

\n\n

Now for the\nsecond piece, another dildo. But this\ntime six inches long and one inch in diameter. \nThere was only one remaining place this could go, so he hesitated for a\nmoment to build the suspense before dribbling some baby oil down between her\nlegs and then followed it with his finger until it was over Kate's gristly anal\nring. Her boyfriend had already\ninitiated her to the pleasures of anal sex, so she well knew what was\ncoming. He began to massage her there,\nmaking circles with his finger until the pressure allowed it to sink home. He looked up quickly as her eyes first bulged\nin pain and then closed her in utter humiliation. Red spots of shame burned on each cheek. After a moment, the woman then groaned softly\nas she turned her face away from him in embarrassment at being used so\ncasually.

\n\n

Booker pushed\nhis finger in and out for a while until he sensed that the protective muscles\nhad relaxed and then he placed the rounded end of the anal dildo over Kate's loosened\nasshole. Applying constant pressure,\nBooker moved the blunt end around until it finally separated her sphincter and\nbegan to penetrate her body, then he slowly pushed it home until it met\nresistance....this evoked another long, drawn-out groan from the bound captive,\nbut belly deep this time with anguish and humiliation. Now he fucked both holes at the same time,\nand soon she fit sloppily around each of them. \nNo matter that her eyes told him how much she hated him and what he did\nto her, he was not yet finished with her.

\n\n

The next part\ncame at her boyfriend’s request, and it was meant to cause the woman nothing\nbut maximum embarrassment and undiluted shame. \nHe leaned over her bound legs and allowed his weight to pin her knees in\nplace. Booker quickly poured oil over\nhis right hand and removed the dildo from Kate's pussy. Before her muscles could begin to contract,\nhe had his four pointed fingers poised at the entrance to her wet, reddened\nslit. He carefully separated her\nengorged labia and began pushing in, holding the pressure as his fingers were\nslowly allowed inside Kate's body.

\n\n

He worked her,\nreleasing the pressure, resumed pushing, released and pushed again, over and\nover, until he was inside up to his four knuckles. The bound woman was bucking mightily, mewling\nher massive pain again and again through the gag which filled her mouth, but\nnothing could stop him at this point. \nShifting focus for a second, he gave the dildo in her ass a push and it\nwent in another inch.

\n\n

By His Hand Alone or All Good Girls Get\nFist-Fucked In The End

\n\n

At the same\ntime, he began a twisting, screwing motion with his fist….and that did it. Suddenly, he was on the far side of \"the\ndoor\" that had up to now protected her femininity, he was beyond\n\"that point\" in her body which had never been explored like\nthis. His fist now smoothly glided\ninside Kate almost up to his wrist accompanied by a whining sound which came\nfrom deep in her lungs. She felt spongy\nand wet and hot and tight inside, and he could feel her vaginal muscles\nfrantically contracting against him, trying to expel him.

\n\n

The woman\nbegan bucking again, but hard this time, drawing herself up into an arch that\nleft only her heels and the back of her head touching the mattress. She held that position for a second and then\nscreamed her pain and rage into the gag as she collapsed back onto the bed and\nher bound heels beat a helpless tattoo against the nasty mattress. But nothing saved the woman from being\nravaged as he shaped his hand into a real fist now and rotated it inside her\nwomb.

\n\n

Then it was\ntime for Booker to take some one-handed pictures. He lifted her ass off of the bed again using\nonly the wrist that was still so deeply buried in her pelvis; he used this as an\nimpromptu handle to hold her hips aloft. \nThe stupid bitch no longer tried to hide her face from the camera; given\nall the other pictures he already possessed, she knew her pathetic attempts at\nanonymity only gave him more pleasure. \nBesides, she was aware that he already had enough photos to destroy her\nlife; a few more would make no real difference.

\n\n

He also knew that\nhe’d hurt the bitch when he’d lifted her up by her hips with nothing but a\ncurling motion of his forearm, but he didn’t care. Finished for now, Booker slowly lowered her tight,\nwhite ass back onto the mattress and then removed his hand along with the anal\nplug before untying her and removing the gag. \n

\n\n

Humiliated,\nexhausted, in real pain, his victim lay flat on her back with her eyes closed,\ntrying to control her breathing. \nFinally, she looked up at him with tears in her beautiful blue\neyes. She opened her mouth once to\nspeak, and then closed it again without making a sound.

\n\n

He looked\ndown, staring defiantly, directly into Kate's red, tear-stained eyes,\nchallenging her to say something, anything. \nWisely, the woman kept her mouth shut. \nHe knew that only she could appreciate the true feeling of everything\nhe'd done inside her. He preferred to imagine\nshe had screamed with excitement as her body contorted with an orgasm rather\nthan in pain, but in the end, he really didn't care.

\n\n

Finished for\nthe moment with humiliating the thirty-eight year old woman, the man now\nreleased her after freeing her breasts and nipples.

\n\n

Kate lay on\nthe bed, her face red with embarrassment and tears silently rolling off her\ncheeks. After a few minutes, she\nregained control and took a final deep breath. \nShe ached so terribly between her legs that she barely registered the\npain of her breasts and nipples. She\nprayed the nightmare was over; that she could just could go home and once more\ntry to maintain her sanity.

\n\n

Suddenly, she\nrealized that she was almost naked and that the cheap poorly insulated hotel room\nwas cold; and that she was cold. He’d\nleft her wearing almost nothing and she felt every draft that worked itself\naround the single window. She sat up in\nbed, crossed her legs at the ankles and covered her chest with one arm. She wanted more clothing, but knew that\nBooker had not yet reached that part of this particular kabuki dance.

\n\n

It looked to\nBooker like she had regained a little control....she really was a tough old\nbitch and he would have enjoyed knowing her ten or fifteen years ago when she’d\nhave been a prime-time piece of ass. He\nsighed to himself; it was time to get back to work. Although her face showed shock at\nunderstanding that he had additional demands, she was unresisting as he pushed\nher back onto the bed and began to stroke her softly, touching her in the\nintimate places he had already defiled.

\n\n

Mind frozen\nwith helpless humiliation and desperation, nipples still throbbing from having\nbeen so tightly bound and then clamped, Kate lay stiff beneath his wandering,\nbusy, experienced fingers. Her vagina\nwas terribly sore from what he’d just done; he was absolutely crazy if he\nthought he could force her to be here, then torture her sexually AND\nmake her enjoy it too. But his fingertip\ninside her aching vagina continued its long stroking motions. Locked against the inside of her pelvic bone\nas if made of a magnet unerringly attracted only to the pads and buttons of\npotentially erotic feminine flesh.

\n\n

He rubbed the\nmost sensitive area on the inside of her pelvis with an insistent fingertip; a\nsoft yet demanding motion that would not take no for an answer. Kate finally closed her thighs around his\nhand and sat half upright in an attempt to pin and silence the wrist that now\nplundered her body. The silent look of\ndesperation on her face beseeched him to stop, but his malevolent glare in\nresponse was merciless. Soon, Kate\nsobbed with humiliation as she released him once more from her knee clamp in\norder to allow him to continue his obscene acts.

\n\n

Forcing\nherself to remain still while he masturbated her, she suddenly knew the\nterrible intimacy of a man searching for, discovering, and finally attempting\nto control a woman through her G-spot. \nWhen she satisfied herself in the privacy of her bedroom, Kate sometimes\nused a special vibrator that was designed to do just what he did to her now;\nbut Lord, it felt so different, so totally different when someone else did it\nto her.

\n\n

He now pulled\nout his vibrator and it was the same model as hers; Kate knew this too was no\ncoincidence. His manipulations within\nher vagina seemed to go on and on, never ending. Kate had denied him any success so far. But she was a normal, healthy woman and knew\nthat if he had not fisted her first, eventually the sensations she felt might\nhave morphed her feelings from disgust towards the man that controlled her to\ndespair at the betrayal of her body. But\nwith a feeling of having won a major battle because of the ache in her pelvis, Kate\nknew there was no fear of that ever happening now.

\n\n

Kate felt no\nattraction at all towards this monster, but was human enough, and enough of a\nrealist, to acknowledge that sometimes she felt weak around him. In fact, she was often filled with the shame of\ndespair at her weaknesses; she knew that she was not a wanton woman, not a\nwoman to be passed around like a party favor. \nSo why had God allowed this to happen to her? Angry, embarrassed, frustrated, she\ndesperately clung to the small spot of sanity in her mind, even as she\nattempted to ignore his continued manipulations.

\n\n

But the black\nman still would not stop. And when he had\nfinally become bored or had just had enough of controlling her this time, he\nmounted her and brutally plunged into her wet, aching, hugely stretched\nvagina. With a horrified sense of\nfinality, Kate forced herself to endure the feeling of being filled by such a pathetic\nspecimen of manhood such as this.

\n\n

Crushed by\nsudden pain from her suffering body, total revulsion overwhelmed her.

\n\n

Playtime\nfinished, Booker now got down to that which he excelled. Buckling her legs up and out over his\nshoulders to expose what he craved, he was bear-like and diligent in his quest\nto dominate and subjugate the helpless female. \nThe black man hovered over the unresisting woman, his big square\nshoulders jolting with each thrust, his dark brown eyes locked with her blue\nones, unblinking and darkening even more as he seemed to meditate upon sinking\nto the hilt into a hot and juicy, yet still sloppily reluctant cunt.

\n\n

Kate felt the aching\nmuscles in her pussy involuntarily tighten around him as the tip of his shaft\nspeared her womb. He began a deep\nrhythmic stroke and the feelings only intensified as the ridges on his long\nshaft gave her multiple sensations as it plunged in and out of her body.

\n\n

There was no\nreason for her to let him affect her psychologically. She tried to deny his effect on her, to\nstoically accept that which he made her take from him, but for some reason she\nstill felt humiliated by how the man saw her, by what he so obviously thought\nof her. Her long shapely legs were\nspread wide and locked, frozen in place with her ankles draped over his\nshoulders and knees pushed hard into her chest, her hands clenched by her sides\nagain, clenched until she felt her nails cut into her palms as she concentrated\non anything but what he did to her.

\n\n

But he kept\nriding her, always keeping a high seat on her belly so that his cock\ncontinually rubbed against her clit as it moved in and out of her body. Booker, the past master of other women's\nbodies, created what at any other time might have been a perfectly wonderful\nsymphony of feelings and sensations inside her body. But hatred for him made it so remarkably easy\nto refuse any response to his need and so she remained motionless and\nunresponsive beneath him as she endured until he’d finished.

\n\n

Both were\nsatisfied at the end; she felt a small satisfaction at having denied him any\nvictory over her one more time, while he was greatly satisfied at having, once\nmore, taken everything he wanted from the reluctant woman. She was HIS piece of ass, and he had\njust proved it again.

\n\n

The room was\nquite dark now and Kate thankfully knew it was almost over. She was in the usual position that he\ndemanded at the finish; on her knees, her face pushed directly into of his\ngroin. She was sore between her legs\nfrom what he had done to her, and the shame of being used like a crack whore in\nthis cheap hotel room was balanced only by the welcome fact that it was almost\nover for today, that she could soon go home and take a long bath in her\nnever-ending efforts to remove any traces he might have left on her body.

\n\n

She\nreluctantly closed her lips around his soft manhood and began sucking. His hands used the hair on either side of her\nhead to steer her face and she quickly got into the rhythm his hips\ndemanded. As he firmed and grew, his\nerection went further and further down her throat. She had been a quick learner and he had\ngreatly reduced her gag reflex over a relatively short time, pretty much\nthrough practice. He had become more and\nmore insistent over the last few weeks, working hard at overcoming her initial\nunwillingness and lack of experience and forcing her to learn to take his whole\nlength with little or no gagging. But\nmostly, he truly enjoyed the way that her eyes still fill with tears of shame\nas he deep-throated the now totally submissive bitch.

\n\n

Black Bone, White\nFlesh or Evil\nNever Dies, It Just Changes Faces

\n\n

No one saw\nthem coming. The two big black men stood\nin the dim light outside Room 29 and listened for a while. Low, faint voices from inside, one commanding\nand the other submissive, soft sound of bed springs being given a workout\naccompanied by the occasional feminine groan. \nThen silence. The door was heavy\nfor a cheap hotel like this and well set in a solid frame, but the lock was\nridiculous. One man reached out and\ntested the knob. It was always a good\nidea to check and see if the door was actually locked; nothing made a man feel\nmore silly than trying to kick in a door that wasn’t locked.

\n\n

The second man\nstepped back and took a small Sony digital camera out of his pocket and held it\nin his left hand. After setting himself,\nthe first man breathed inward for a moment, and then lunged forward, his foot\nup and heel out, striking the door an inch below the door knob. The door slammed open and they were in the\ndank, half-lit room.

\n\n

A small bed in\nthe corner, a rusty sink, some cheap vinyl furniture, a bedside lamp and two\nfigures, both naked and shiny with sweat, frozen in position.

\n\n

The camera\nstarted, running off a series of rapid shots. \nEach flash lit up the room like a bolt of lightning, turning the figures\ninto a kind of silent, jittery movie of frantic motion: the big black man\nsitting on the edge of the bed, the almost naked white woman on her knees with\nher face buried in his crotch, his hands filled with hair on either side of her\nhead. Nothing showed of the man’s\nerection, for the woman had obviously taken almost the whole length in her\nmouth.

\n\n

Darkness.

\n\n

Another flash;\nboth occupants were looking at them now, the man’s massive, wet erection\npointing into the air, the wide eyes of the beautiful woman on her knees in\nfront of him, her chin shiny with the drool and saliva that were occupational\nhazards of giving blowjobs, mascara run into long black lines from tears caused\nby his lunges down her throat, her irises lit camera-red as she stared in\nopened-mouthed shock and confusion at the camera.

\n\n

Then blackness\nand another flash; the man and the woman breaking apart, the glossy stockings on\nher long legs reflecting shiny highlights from the tautly stretched nylon held\nup by the topless, light-colored bustier which so perfectly framed her firm\nbreasts.

\n\n

Blackness and\nanother flash; the woman caught frozen with terror, fumbling at her clothes,\nthe naked black man standing up and moving towards the corner of the room.

\n\n

Blackness and\nanother flash; the woman flying towards the door.

\n\n

The man\nsnapped a final shot and then kicked the door shut behind him, trapping her in\nfront of him. He turned the light on\nthen and looked at his prey; she was theirs for the taking. A beautifully mature, hard-bodied woman\npretty much clearly and professionally free of those pesky gag reflexes.

\n\n

He pulled a\nknife and moved an unresisting Booker face first into the corner, then down on\nhis knees with his hands clasped behind his head.

\n\n

After a\nmoment, Booker heard the woman say behind him, “God, no. No, PLEASE!” \n

\n\n

There was the\nsound of a hard slap and then a feminine sob. \n“Booker. Help me. Please! \nDon’t let them do this to me.”

\n\n

One of the men\nsaid, “Come on whitey, you take it from him, bitch; you’ll take cock from us\ntoo.”

\n\n

It seemed a\ndangerous situation. A street smart man,\nBooker never moved as he heard a quick zipper unwind and then the woman behind\nhim sobbed again. She gasped, but\nwhether in pain or shock, he did not know. \nHe heard her face being slapped once more, and then suddenly he heard\nthe soft rhythmic smacking sound of flesh on flesh as the man slapped her face\nwith disgust using just his erection. He\nheard her cry out softly and then gag once as the first man filled her mouth\nwith fresh meat.

\n\n

The first\nblack man’s hand was locked at the base of his cock, measuring how much meat he\ncould push into the woman’s mouth. \nClearly surprised after a moment, he realized that although she was\ngagging every now and then, she was well-trained enough to be able to take\nevery inch of his meat like a professional mouth-whore. He let go of his dick and began driving all\nthe way into her mouth. \"I guess\nthat's deep enough,\" the man laughed. \n\"Now I’ve a nice little gauge – I only need to stop when my balls\nare touching her chin,\" he joked as he slowly began pumping her face with\na slow rhythmic motion.

\n\n

Mascara\nrunning from her tears, without being ordered to do so, the reluctant woman\nsucked on him for at least five minutes. \nThen he used a hand full of her hair to keep her face where he wanted it\nwhile pulled his meat mostly out of her mouth and began to stroke it with his\nother hand. After only a couple of\nminutes, the black man grunted, \"I’m gonna cum.\"

\n\n

His hand was\nnearly a blur as he reached the short strokes that allowed him to get off. He was getting close to reaching an orgasm\nand was preparing to unload his nuts into the bitch’s mouth. \"Stick out your tongue,\" he\nordered, pulling the tip of his spit covered cock from between her lips. \"Do\nit NOW!\"

\n\n

The woman’s\nmind appeared numb as she fearfully complied and opened her mouth, knowing full\nwell the consequences if she didn't obey. \nSuddenly, the man stopped as, accompanied by a long low growl deep in\nhis throat, strings of thick white semen began to shoot from his cock.

\n\n

\"Oh yeah,\nfuuuuck yeah,\" the man groaned in satisfaction, as the first shot of cum\nflew from his cock like a long viscous thread. \nKate flinched as it landed across her gorgeous face, nearly hitting her\nin the eye. \"Uuugh ya, ugh\" he\ngrunted again as another load came flying out, and landed in her hair, and\nacross the top of her ear.

\n\n

\"SHIT, I\nmissed\" he moaned in pleasure. He\nreally wanted to cum in the white bitch’s mouth, not all over her face. As the last couple of globs of semen oozed\nfrom his dick, he held his cock over Kate's still waiting tongue and squeezed\nthe remaining thick white viscous fluid onto it. He used his softening erection to scrape cum\noff of her face and into her waiting mouth and then stuck his cock back in her\nmouth too. \"Eat it, you nasty whore\"\nhe said, as the last glob of slimy sperm dripped directly onto its intended\ntarget.

\n\n

Kate had\nfrozen in fear, but it didn’t matter now for the man quickly stuffed his still\nsemi-rigid cock back into her mouth and pinched her nose closed with his thumb\nand forefinger. \"Lick it and\nswallow it, you cunt,\" he ordered, \"swallow it all.\" With her head still tilted backwards, and not\nbeing able to breath, it was difficult but somehow she managed.

\n\n

Kate felt\nsickened with the musty taste and slimy texture of the semen which now coated\nthe inside of her mouth, including her teeth and tongue. She wanted to vomit, but managed to contain\nherself. \"Ummm, mmmmm,\" she\nmoaned in disgust, trying her best to pull away from the intruding shaft that still\nslid back into her mouth and invaded so deeply down her throat. \"Ughhhh uuugggg,\" she gagged.

\n\n

Crying from\nfrustration even as her mind began shutting down, face burning with sexual\nhumiliation, mouth filled with pulsating, softening black cock-meat, Kate\nthought about spitting out his semen for a moment, but fearfully decided in the\nend that it was in her best interest to obey him, to swallow it like she had\nbeen ordered. As she did, she gagged\nslightly on the gooey liquid as it slowly ran down her throat. The foul salty taste that coated her tongue\nsickened her, but at this point she had no choice but to comply with their\ndemands.

\n\n

Neither of\nthem saw the second man standing behind Booker as he took almost fifty camera\nshots of the two on the bed, for the room was well enough lit now that the\nflash was unnecessary. Although it may\nhave seemed an eternity to the woman, the first man lasted little more than\nfive minutes before he groaned in satisfaction and Booker heard Kate softly cry\nout in horror and misery as he ejaculated on her face and inside her\nmouth. When the first man had finished\ngetting his nuts off with the despairing woman, the second was eagerly awaited\nhis turn and within seconds the bed springs were singing their song of\nlove. Again, more pictures were taken of\nKate, this time of her being fucked by the second man.

\n\n

In the\nmeantime, the first man went through Booker’s pants and wallet, removing any\nmoney he had. Booker had not said a word\nthe whole time. The man said, “Brother,\nyou don’ want no trouble, you better move on. \nWe ain’t hurting the whore….ain’t gonna’ give her nothing she ain’t had\na million times before. We’ll let the\nwhore go when we’re done with her. You\njust keep this shit to yourself and no one’ll get hurt.”

\n\n

Without a look\nback, Booker quickly dressed and moved out of the awful hotel room.

\n\n

The Latest In A Long String of Black Lovers\nor She’d Obviously Been Boned Into Submission

\n\n

The second man\njust wanted to fuck the white bitch’s pussy. \nHe slapped her cum covered face, pushed her onto her back on the bed,\nclimbed between her gorgeous legs that he’d spread so wide and pushed himself\ninto her wet, sloppy, stretched out vagina…..man, the first dude had obviously\nfucked the shit out of her. It didn’t\ntake long and the nasty whore was already moist; even though she did not move\nunder him, he thought she might even be enjoying it. He drilled her for about ten minutes of\nheaven, but could see that his partner was becoming impatient after having\ngotten rid of her pimp.

\n\n

\"Hold\noff,\" he barked, “you'll get your chance again soon enough.” And he was right; it would only be another\nminute before his balls had reached maximum excitation. Grabbing the beautiful white woman's hips, he\nslid up onto his knees, and raised her legs slightly, giving him easier access\nto her hot, wet cunt. Reaching down\nbetween her legs, he pealed her labia apart, exposing her clit as he continued\nfucking her.

\n\n

That was all\nhe could take - the sight of his bloated, purple-black cock slipping in and out\nof her hot, wet, pink inner flesh. His\ncock exploded within thirty seconds of laying her bare, sending wave after wave\nof milky, silky-slick cum into her already sopping wet vagina. \"Ughhhhh, fu-uu-uu-uuck that feels\ngood,\" he groaned in a long, low growl of pleasure. His cock twitched and jumped again, shooting\nanother load of scalding hot semen into the woman's\nwell-used love box.

\n\n

He held onto\nher tightly, as sensation after pleasurable sensation swept through him,\nforcing his cock more deeply into the beautiful woman as the last drops of his\ncum finally entered her body. \"Shhiiit,\nthat felt good,\" he moaned softly as he pulled out his quickly softening\norgan and squeezed one last remaining droplet of semen onto her freshly shaved\npubic mound.

\n\n

\"Man,\nthis bitch is hot. Roll her over;\"\nthe first man said excitedly, \"I want to fuck that hot, white ass of\nhers.\"

\n\n

Adrenaline\nobviously pumping wildly now, for the first time the whore fought against them,\ntrying to push both men away from her. \n\"Oh no....oh God, please NO...please NO,\" the white woman\ncried out. \"P-please not\nthat!\"

\n\n

The sounds of\nthe fight were soft and never left the confines of the tawdry hotel room, but\nit was over quickly. Both of them beat\nthe woman into submission as she fought them wildly for a moment, for it was\nquickly clear that she was no match for the two very determined men. In the end, they successfully rolled her over\nonto her stomach. One of the men posed\nher with her face driven in the mattress, and she suddenly froze in that\nobscene position. The other man hit her\nhead again, and when he pulled on her hair, she reluctantly but obediently rose\nup onto her hands and knees, far enough to get her ready for the first\nman.

\n\n

She never\nstopped begging them softly, \"NOOOO P-PLEASE...OH GOD...NOOOOO, PLEASE\nSTOP ... LEAVE ME ALONE....\" her voice died as it choked with sobs.

\n\n

\"Shut UP,\nyou bitch!\" the first man leered into her face. \"If you don't shut your FUCKING mouth,\nwe're gonna have to gag you with something,\" he warned, “and you\ndefinitely won’t like that.”

\n\n

The\nthreatening hip thrust he gave Kate was enough to quiet her for a moment - she\ndidn't want to have another man in her mouth for the rest of her life after\nthis. Now, they were finally ready. A terrified yet silently obedient Kate knelt\non hands and knees in the middle of the mattress, waiting, tears streaming down\nher cheeks as she tried to prepare herself mentally for what was to come\nnext. Her hair hung down around her\nface, covering her tears and her mouth that already hung open in a silent\nscream of coming anguish.

\n\n

Intellectually,\nKate KNEW she was capable of handling the coming discomfort and humiliation ---\nshe and Jimmy had already proved that. \nBut emotionally, what these men did to her in this room, what Booker had\nturned her into, it all forced her to lose everything that truly mattered to\nher; Kate’s reputation and honor, all her personal responsibility, the way she\nlooked at herself…. her femininity….. her very humanity.

\n\n

As the first\nman got on his knees behind the white woman they’d taken and prepared to stuff\nhis once more erect cock into her from the rear, the other man loomed over her\nhead, savoring the helpless look on the woman’s face as she finally accepted\nher starring role in the coming ordeal. \nEyes squeezed tightly shut now in horrified anticipation, her clenched\nfists gripping a blanket, every nuance of her posture made it clear the woman\nknew she was about to feel a pain like no other, would be humiliated in a way which\nsurpassed all others for a woman like her. \nThe woman jumped when the man stuck two fingers into her wet, cum-soaked\npussy - she clearly hadn't expected that. \nHe carefully scooped out a glob of slimy cum from her well-drilled fuck\nhole and wiped the cold, velvety-slick fluid on her puckered anus…..and on his\nrock-hard erection.

\n\n

The woman\nmoaned again in horrified anticipation once more as the man moved in closer,\nspread her buttocks wide apart and pushed the bulbous head of his cock firmly\nbetween her cheeks and against her butt hole. \nThe smell of semen and wet pussy filled the cheesy hotel room as the\nsecond man prepared to watch the ass reaming about to take place.

\n\n

\"Here it\ncomes, baby,\" the sodomizer warned, barely giving is victim time to\nprepare for what would happen in the next few seconds. Then, he suddenly stabbed the tip of his well\nlubed cock into the woman’s rear end in one swift move. Gasping both from pain and shock, the white\nwoman arched her back, trying to escape from the thick black snake-like monster\nthat had only begun its invasion of her lower body. But it was no use, the man stabbed his\nsalami-sized cock back in again, penetrating even further this time.

\n\n

She Had A Well-Turned Ass or She Knew Now She\nWould Never Be Free

\n\n

Upon full\npenetration of her sphincter, the man then slowed down his impalement of the\nwoman, giving her plenty of time to enjoy every additional inch he slipped into\nher ass. Even though the bitch knew what\nwas happening and had probably even enjoyed doing it with other men, this time\nit was different. He was NOT her lover\nand he only wanted to use her, to force her to accept whatever he deigned to\ngive her. The cunt had not been lovingly\ndilated or prepared, and his penetration literally took her breath away. The black man pushed his massive organ into their\ncaptive, stretching the walls of her colon to the limit as he entered her\nbeautiful, tight body.

\n\n

Forced to her\nhands and knees in order to accept him, the white bitch gasped with the sudden,\nsharp agony of her lower body being filled as the man slowly, but inexorably,\nshoved at least seven more inches of man-meat into her tight, unprepared anal\ncanal.

\n\n

\"Sha….yeo-man\"\nhe groaned,\" he groaned. “Fuck\nbitch, damn, DAMN!!! I love white\nbitches with tight asses.\"

\n\n

\"OoooowwwWW....GOD....ooowww,\"\nthe woman moaned softly as the man penetrated her tightly clenched sphincter,\nplunging himself more deeply into her colon. \nThe sudden rectal pain combined with abdominal cramps seemed shocking to\nher, almost unbearable.

\n\n

\"OH\nGOD....it--it h-HURTS. It’s too\nmuch! I…I can’t breathe,\" their\nbitch cried in true agony, pleading with him to remove himself from her\nbody. But he just smiled in pleasure and\nkept on doing what he was doing.

\n\n

The man\nstanding next to her head only laughed at her obvious distress; the arrogant\nbitch didn’t look too elegant or stuck-up now. \nBut the man inside Kate had other ideas - Oh yeah, the gorgeous bitch\nmay have at first thought she was better than any of them, but he was going to\nshow her just what he thought of her. He\nfully intended to fuck her ass until he put a second load deep inside her\nwonderful butt. He’d already cum once in\nher mouth, so the bitch was in for one hell of a ride before he’d be able to\ncum again. She was in for a ride she\nwouldn’t forget for a while.

\n\n

\"Oh yeah,\nBABY\" he moaned. \"I'm gonna fuck you so hard, your momma’s gonna feel\nit,\" he alternately laughed and threatened, as he pumped in and out of her\nanus.

\n\n

\"Oooohhhhh\nmy G-GOD it hurts....p-please STOP....take it OUT OF MEEEEEeeee,\" Kate\ncontinued to beg softly, but uselessly. \n

\n\n

But it didn’t\nmatter, the man was so filled with lust for the white bitch that he didn't give\na fuck how much he hurt her - he was going to get off in this one’s ass, no\nmatter what she said or how much pain it caused her. Grabbing her hips, he started fucking her ass\nfaster and faster, and each time doing his best to push his cock further and\ndeeper inside her body. The white whore\nwas completely under his control as she continually grunted and shuddered from\nboth the intense pain and her abject humiliation at being treated like an\nimpersonal, artificial fuck-toy.

\n\n

The woman gave\nsoft, belly-deep pig-like grunts of pain and horror after one particularly\nvicious thrust finally brought him back to his senses. The man standing snorted with humor at the\nbitch. But the man on his knees just\ngave a wolfish smile at the sounds he had just driven out of her body. Giving even harder, more brutal thrusts, he\npurposely succeeded in making her squeal in pain again and again, but this time\nthe pig noises she made were sloppier, wetter, altogether deeper and more\n”honest” than before. God, it felt so\nGOOD to be alive and giving it to a whore like this!!

\n\n

\"Okay,\nthat's it,\" the man fucking her called out after driving out another\ngrunting round of pig-squeals. \n\"Gonna have to gag the bitch. \nCome on over here, man....you need to check out this bitches cock\nsucking skills one more time,\" he said.

\n\n

Kate heard\nwhat he said, but at this point, it didn't matter anymore – she was wrecked,\ntotally broken – her spirit gone, all self-respect destroyed, and as far as she\nwas concerned, she just wanted to die now……. they could fuck her to death if\nthey wanted, as long as they allowed her to die afterwards. And they could go on fucking her dead body long\nafter that; she wouldn’t be around to care anymore.

\n\n

Her mind\nwondered off into a dark, dark place. Oh\nyes, Kate had already experienced Booker in all the ways he could destroy a\nwoman and she knew what was happening to her now, but she suddenly felt no\npain, just the rhythmic pounding of the man’s pelvis against her butt cheeks\nand an occasional hand groping one of her breasts as they swayed and jiggled\nbelow her.

\n\n

Time had no\nmeaning for Kate now – or for the memory of being Kate. She had no body but retained a consciousness\nsomehow, somewhere. There was a minor\nsense of motion now, but only of motion received, of being acted upon rather\nthan initiating it, but that might only be a memory. But remembering somehow created a few\nthings. A hand, a foot, what made her a\nwoman. Remembering what made her a woman\nresulted in the sensations there, a painful aching, tearing, throbbing\nsensation. Memory of an awful time\ncondensed into the patch of flesh and blood that was her.

\n\n

The man\nstanding near her head pushed his cock towards Kate's open mouth and then past\nher lips. \"Ohhhh ya,\" he\nmoaned, feeling the wet heat of her mouth against his erection. But he quickly became annoyed at her lack of\ncooperation; he was inside her mouth, but she wouldn’t suck, wouldn’t move her\nhead up and down for him. Frustrated, he\ngrabbed a handful of long black hair on both sides of her head and slowly\nbobbed her head up and down on his cock, being careful not to jam it down so\nfar as to cause her to choke on it. It\ndidn't take long until his cock suddenly exploded in her mouth again, sending a\nlarge glob of his salty fluid to back of her throat.

\n\n

Still on her\nhands and knees, Kate began to retch uncontrollably. With every retching move she made, the man\nfilling her ass groaned with pleasure as she also inadvertently clamped down with\nher rectal muscles on his fully buried erection. Somehow, she managed not to vomit around the\nmassive penis which filled her mouth as the man pumped his remaining load down\nher throat. Still in an almost trance-like\nstate and staring blankly at the stained sheets that swam unfocused before her\neyes, Kate let the cum ooze from her open mouth after the man’s cock finally slipped\nout. The whole while, the man on his\nknees at the back of her hips never once stopped his rhythmic spearing of her\nlower body.

\n\n

Ten minutes of\nfucking this white bitch's tight ass was really getting to him and his balls\nwere about to explode. He’d had a lot of\nwomen in his life, but had never felt a hole gripping his cock as tightly as\ndid this whore’s. And the feeling was\nsimply amazing.

\n\n

\"Oh ya,\nBaby. I'm gonna dump my load into your\noh-so-elegant white ass, you fucking whore,\" he groaned, his mind overcome\nwith pleasure.

\n\n

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He gave\nanother quick jerk of his hips into her buttocks, \"Here it comes,\nbitch.\"

\n\n

His nut sack\nwas pulled up and tight against his crotch, the cum ready to explode out. \"Oh Gaawd,\" he moaned in pleasure\nas his cock vibrated and pulsed inside the captive woman’s body and his hips\ninvoluntarily bucked forward again, and then again, sending his penis a quarter\nof an inch at a time deeper into Kate’s rectum. \nThe physical feeling of this woman unwillingly crouched beneath him, the\nsmell of her hot wet well-used sex that filled the room, the sight of the stripes\nand minor bruises from her having been whipped on her ass-cheeks, the small\namount of blood around the base of his cock as he drilled her ass and ripped\nher flesh, the feel of his blood beating through his veins…..

\n\n

It was all\nlinked tightly together into a world of pleasure that he had created just for\nhimself.

\n\n

The first shot\nof his cum entered her bowels, deep within her somehow still tight hole. Suddenly brought back to a humiliating and\nshameful reality by his last deep jab into her, Kate somehow felt or imagined\nthe warmth of his seminal fluid as it exploded into her rectum. The man froze then, allowing her to feel\nevery pulse and twitch and vibration of his rock hard cock as he pumped his final\nload of sperm into her waiting body.

\n\n

Unbelievably,\nhis continuing stillness and the warmth of his ejaculation somehow relieved a\nlittle of the pain he had given her - the slimy hot cum that flooded her colon\nalmost seemed to act as a medicated balm which had been delivered deeply inside\nher. It was as though it had been done\nto sooth her - to comfort her in her time of shame – rather than to despoil\nher. But the black man clearly hadn’t\ncum in her ass to help her; he was instead just fulfilling an ancient genetic\ndrive to spread his seed to any available woman. And this one had definitely been available,\neven if they’d had to knock her around a little first.

\n\n

Pulling out\nslightly, the man looked down at his shaft, still half-buried in the puckered pink-brown\nring of Kate’s anus. The two of them had\ndone a lot of fucking with this bitch over the last couple hour. He was exhausted and smiled tiredly as he\nadmired the way her brown whorl of flesh was still so tightly wrapped around\nhim. Suddenly, another, final, wave of\ncum jetted from the tip of his cock and into her beautiful butt. \"Oh yeah,\" he groaned softly with\npleasure under his breath and then almost absent mindedly withdrew from her\nbody and sat back on his haunches to catch his breath.

\n\n

The bitch\nreally was an outstanding piece of ass. \nEven though they’d made sure she was a well-fucked whore, it was still\neasy to admire the hot, expensive-looking white bitch that still remained bent\nover in front of him. Motionless on her\nhands and knees, he suddenly realized that the well-trained slut was still\nwaiting for permission to move.

\n\n

\"Check\nout her asshole,\" he laughed to the other man, as it stared him in the\nface. After the fucking he had just\ngiven her, and the way he’d stretched her sphincter muscles, her anus was\nalmost spasming in a way that made it look like the mouth of a fish gasping for\nair.

\n\n

\"Look,”\nhe jeered again, “you can see her tonsils from here.\" Both men burst out in laughter.

\n\n

Kate had never\nfelt so humiliated, so filled with shame in her life. Never before had she felt so degraded, her\nvalue as a person, as a woman, reduced to nothingness like this.

\n\n

The rape went\non for another hour. They fucked her\nhard some more and they hit her in the face and in her stomach, but rather more\nsoftly now. They hit her not in an\neffort to make her more obedient, for she already was, but rather because they\njust liked to hit women, especially white women.

\n\n

Both men had\nliked her position when they’d first entered the room, so at the end, when each\nof them was totally spent and couldn’t get it up anymore even if their lives\ndepended upon it, they too\nfinished with the woman on her knees, desperately sucking them off one final\ntime. Although exhausted, the whore clearly\nhad had a lot experience. She performed\nlike a pro and the men were both quite pleased with themselves.

\n\n

A terrified\nKate performed well at the end of that horrible day, deep throating each man\nmultiple times. Of course, it didn’t\nmatter that she’d been physically beaten, that she was psychologically\nexhausted and emotionally devastated, or that she feared for her life.

\n\n

The first man\nput a small amount of cum in her mouth after ten minutes. The second man took almost twice that long\nand it was obvious the whore was running on her last dregs of energy when he\npoured his final load so deeply down her throat that she just reflexively\nswallowed his cum without even tasting it. \nHe then laughed as he slapped her face back and forth with his softening\ncum-slick cock.

\n\n

The last\nphotos they took of Kate that night were mostly photos of her mouth filled with\nblack cock. The photos of the men\nslapping her face with their softening cocks were especially erotic. They dumped her purse at the end and took all\nof her money and credit cards. The men\nleft Kate on her knees by the side of the bed, covered with their semen,\nstunned with shock from their violence, softly sobbing in shame and\nanguish. They also took with them all of\nher clothes except for her jacket and high-heels, and then walked outside and\ndown into the over-heated lobby.

\n\n

They Left A\nCold Emptiness Inside or She’d Been Thoroughly Broken By A Harsh Lover

\n\n

Booker was\nleaning against the wall and stood up straight when they arrived. Knowing they were going to take a while, he’d\nleft and then returned about thirty minutes ago. The three greeted each other with dabs and\nsmiles, and one gave Booker back his wallet, minus the $500 he had promised\nthem if they would have “rough” sex with the woman in the hotel room.

\n\n

Booker smiled\nto himself. He had really fucked with\nthe bitch’s mind this time. He wondered\nhow she would take it.

\n\n

Abandoned in\nthe terrible hotel room, the exhausted woman was devastated. Her mind was not working well, so it took a\nwhile to realize, but suddenly it didn’t feel merely cool any longer. It was downright cold in the room. Being pretty much stark naked presented her\nwith other problems too, since she’d seen them take most of her clothes and all\nof her money and credit cards. Willing\nher exhausted body to move, she finally rose from her knees like a zombie and\nstaggered over to the wash basin where she wiped the fresh cum from her\nface.

It hurt to\nmove her legs and there was no way she could walk normally. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her cheek hurt from where they’d hit her, but\nshe barely felt the pain….thank God none of her teeth had been loosened. She washed her mouth out for what seemed a\nthousand times, but it didn’t help for she still felt so dirty. And there was no way to wash away the\nhorrifying images from her mind.

\n\n

She stumbled\nback to the rape bed holding a wet washcloth against the side of her face. Even though it filled her with revulsion and\ndisgust, she forced herself to lie upon it once more. Something seemed to have filled the cold air\nin the room around her, a terrible, invisible presence which dominated and took\naway her free will, a massive force that demanded all control of her mind. It felt like grief and terrible, bitter\nshame. Kate tried to wait it out, but it\nwould not leave. Even though her\nreligion forbade it, for the first time, Kate realistically considered suicide\nas a way out of the life she now so hated. \n

\n\n

She dully\nstared at the stained curtains that hid the empty street and listened to the\nthud of her empty heart. Immersed within\nthe distant detachment of the sole survivor, she felt a little braver with the\nmen gone, but for the first time in her adult life, Kate felt truly, totally,\nbrutally alone in the world too. Their\nthick, silky semen was even now drying, cold and sticky and tacky between her\nthighs and on her belly, on her face and in her hair, and she couldn’t get\ntheir taste out of her mouth. Kate tried\nto pretend nothing had really happened here, that what had just happened didn't\nreally mean anything; it had only been on TV and not in reality. But she couldn't continue lying to\nherself.

\n\n

Loathing\nherself and her despicable weaknesses, the broken woman lay curled in a tight\nfetal position on the unmade bed which stank of sweat and sex and violence, and\nwept softly for what had been taken from her. \nNight eventually covered the city, but the soiled and devastated woman\nlay without moving on the bed, clinging to the dim and formless dream that was\nher only refuge from the hazy memory of the black men crouched over their\nvictim.

\n\n

The next\nmorning found the woman sitting naked on the toilet after taking a whore’s\nbath. Her foot bounced uncontrollably\nuntil she clutched her leg and pounded her thigh. She would have looked stunning except for one\nslightly swollen eye and the smudge of lipstick that tapered off the corner of\nher mouth. It looked clown-like and\nintentional, a defacing rather than an accident. She closed her eyes in misery. After a moment, a tear trickled from her\nunbruised eye and she grabbed a tissue and wiped off her lips and chin for\nperhaps the thousandth time.

\n\n

She lurched to\nher feet and stared out the dirty window. \nHer clothes were gone and she had no money; she had no idea how she was\ngoing to get home. The wintry scene\ncould not have looked more bleak or appropriate; a thin snow had fallen the\nnight before and now a bitter wind blew down the deserted street, rattling\nwindows and sending wisps of snow whipping across the frozen ground. It perfectly fit the way she felt this morning.

\n\n

To add to\nKate’s humiliation, she had to sneak out of the hotel that morning, but no one\nnoticed the tall, attractive woman leave. \nShe walked awkwardly, slowly, as if pain. And she was inappropriately dressed for the\ncold weather, wearing only a tightly buttoned, mid-thigh length dark-brown coat\nthat she clutched to her stomach and beige five-inch stiletto heeled pumps on\nbare legs exposed to the cutting wind.

\n\n

But if they\nhad looked more closely, they would have seen a woman whose world teetered on\nthe edge of madness.

\n\n

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