Date: Thu, 8 Jun 2006 21:32:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: joe john <cckwhore@yahoo.com>
Subject: White boy slave 4

Here is the next part of the story. Hope you all like it.

White Slave Boy 4

     As soon as I got home I jumped in the shower and sat there for
almost an hour trying to wash away the shame I felt. I crawled from there
straight into my bed where I quickly fell asleep. When I finally woke up
and looked at the clock it was already 5:55 and the bar was at least 15
minutes away. Without even thinking about what I was going into I jumped
into the car knowing only that I couldn't let that video go public. I
got there at 6:07 and ran into the bar. It was still early and almost no
one was there but I soon spotted Joe standing by the bar looking pissed
off. Without even saying a word he threw me a plastic bag with clothes in
it and pointed to the back. With my head down I slowly made my way back
to the dressing room I had used the night before. I stripped down and
started going through the clothes. There was a dress similar to the one
from the previous night except that this one was red. There was no under
wear this time but there were fishnet stockings and a pair of red pumps
in the bag as well as another brunette wig.
I dressed quickly and was just putting on the shoes when Joe came walking
in. He buckled a collar around my neck again and led me out by the leash
telling me that he had warned me that I would be punished if I was late
and it looked like I was going to need to be taught a lesson. Instead of
leading me into the back room like before he led me out front into the
bar. I couldn't believe it. Being in back was bad enough, but out front
where everyone could see me, scared me out of my mind. I started to pull
back a bit but Joe quickly reminded me about the video and I followed him
quietly. He led me onto a raised stage that I guessed was probably for
bands, but tonight I figured I would be the entertainment. There was a
small table on the stage and he pushed me up onto it and then pulled me
down to my knees. There were 4 eyebolts at the corners of the table and
Joe quickly had my wrists and ankles positioned next to them. He then
walked over to the bar and grabbed a bundle of rope and what looked like
a small thin bamboo chute. He then walked back over to me and started
tying me wrists and ankles to the four bolts until I was securely tied
down on my knees on the hard wooden table. He then stepped back and
looked down on me holding the bamboo.
"After tonight slut you will know better then to show up late. Anyone
who wants to is going to have free use of this cane to teach you a much
needed lesson about respecting your superiors slut. When a slut like you
acts this disrespectfully you don't even deserve to get paid, so tonight
you are going to get your ass and mouth fucked as hard as these guys can
and you're going to do it for the sheer enjoyment of it."
He then walked up to my head and pulled out what looked like the thong I
had worn the previous night that I thought had been lost. He grabbed my
hair and pulled my head back forcing my mouth open which he quickly
filled with the dirty thong. I could taste the cum from the other night
still on it but before I could push it out he taped my mouth shut with
duct tape. I then felt something pulling up on my collar and realized
that he was tying the leash off. When he finished I couldn't even look
down without choking myself. I felt my skirt being lifted up, but was
taken by surprise as the first swat stung my ass. It felt like someone
had taken a knife to me and I understood why he had gagged me. My screams
came out muffled as the blows continued to fall on my tender flesh.
When it finally stopped there were tears running down my face and my eyes
were clenched shut from the pain. He walked up in front of me and I saw
that his cock was already out as he removed the tape and the thong soaked
with my saliva. Without a word he shoved his cock into my mouth and
slowly started pushing it down my throat until my lips were wrapped
around the base and I was gagging and choking around his long shaft. He
came quickly and pulled out slapping his cock on my cheeks a couple of
times before walking away. Almost immediately I felt someone else
whipping my ass with the stick. My eyes closed tight as I opened my mouth
to shout out but before I could another cock was shoved in. Soon it felt
that the guy whipping my ass had grown tired and wanted something
different as I felt him start to push against my sore hole. I was already
sore from the raping the night before but this guy didn't care as he
brutally plowed into my dry ass. As the bar started to fill up I got
almost no reprieve as black cocks of all sizes and shapes raped both of
my holes. This wasn't fun anymore. Black women would walk up to me and
spit on me calling me a piece of shit dirty white whore. Time after time
I heard people calling out names at me. They were right. I was a
cocksucking slut. I realized that now I was nothing more then a white
piece of shit who had sunk to the point of being used as a cum dump for a
bunch of black cock. I knelt there tied to that table for hours being
fucked hard at both ends. Occasionally they would take a break from
tearing up my ass, that was now well lubricated with their cum, to use
the cane to remind me of my place as a white slave for black cock. I had
no other options and knew that this was going to be my life until I
stopped making money for Joe. My body rocked back and forth between the
thick cocks sliding over my tongue and into my throat and the hard rods
brutally invading my ass. When the crowd finally started to thin out I
had served well over a hundred black cocks and was covered in cum and
spit. I could fell the cum running out of my ass and down my legs and
pooling around my knees on the table. I was so tired that I was almost
hanging from my collar just barely able to breath. When Joe finally
untied me and let me go and tossed me my clothes I just stumbled to my
car, too tired to even realize that I hadn't changed yet.
When I woke up the next morning still covered in cum and wearing the red
dress, stockings and heels I realized that now I had to worry about what
my neighbors would say if any of them saw me stumble from my car into my
home looking as I did. The thought that my neighbors could now know what
I was doing hit me hard and I knew that there was no was of knowing for
sure if they had seen me unless one of them came and said something. I
would have to be more careful from now on or else everyone would know
what a cock sucking piece of shit I had become over just 48 hours.

I hope you all enjoyed this story and I look forward to hearing from you
if you have any suggestions. Like before the more responses I get from
this saying how you would use me if I were your slut, the faster I will
get the next one out to you sir. Thanks for reading and I look forward to
hearing from you.