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   Black Mistress-White Bitch Part Five By Lusty Vamp in collaboration with
white slut suze

   After Angel and her friend Jasmine left my house I spent twenty minutes
trying my hardest to make myself cum.  My sticky fingers hammered my own
pussy relentlessly as images of the white bitch from my porn magazine
flashed through my head.  I envisioned that bitch sucking her nigger
lover's monstrous cock.  But even that obscene thought wasn't enough to
shove me over the brink to sexual climax.  And still I slammed my wet
fingers in and out of my quaking pussy.  Awkwardly I pulled the tittie that
Angel had abused so cruelly earlier in the evening to my lips.  I sucked
the swollen nipple between my lips and bite it hard.  I prayed that the
horrible agony would finally push me over the edge into the world of
sexually fulfillment.  I braced myself and bite even harder as the agony
tore me to pieces.  But, nothing, not even a glimmer of sexual pleasure was
to be mine.

   Sobbing I finally admitted defeat.  Slowly on weakened and wobbly knees
I stood.  Without even thinking about it I shoved my sticky fingers into my
mouth and began to suck and lick clean of my own girly goo.  What a freaky
fucking sight I must have made.  There I was a fully-grown 34-year-old
adult woman naked in my own home.  My ass still burned from the god-awful
whipping Angel's girlfriend Jasmine had given me.  My poor knees were
nearly rubbed raw from all the crawling I had been made to do.  And to top
it all off the blast furnace between my legs burned hotter than ever.  I
wanted to scream out my rage but what was the use no one would have heard
but me.  No one would cared but me.  And, who was I, what was I?  I was
nothing but a nigger girl's fuck toy I was forced to realize.  I was
nothing but a 34-year-old slave slut owned by a 21 year old nigger Mistress
and I had better get use to the idea.

   I turned off the lights as I stumbled towards the dinning room. 
Exhausted I slowly picked up the dirty dinner dishes and carried them into
the kitchen.  The ache in my legs was a constant reminder of the six inch
"cum fuck me" high heels still strapped to my feet.  'Why don't I take them
off and rest my poor feet?' I thought.  But deep in my being I knew why. 
'What if, God forbid, Angel turned up her holy gangster shit music at this
very moment.  I only have three minutes to be standing in her living room
naked and in heels.  If I took the heels off and she turned on her music
would I have time to replace the shoes and respond in time?' No, no, no a
thousand times no I wouldn't take that chance.  I couldn't take that
chance; the horrid heels would remain strapped to my feet.  Yes, yes, a
million times yes; I was slowly learning my place.  Slowly but surely I was
accepting the fact that I was nothing more than a white 34 year old female
fuck toy for my Nigger Mistress Angel.

   Trudging back through the house I passed through the living room towards
my bedroom.  In the semi-darkest of the house I spied one of the black
dildos that Angel had forced me to buy that day.  Taking a deep breath I
picked it up and then picked up the porn magazine from off the floor. 
Feeling totally debased I took my toys into the bedroom with me.

   The room was dark as I entered and I moved slowly not wanting to trip. I
flopped onto my bed, ass first, and was rudely reminded of my recent
strapping.  My ass exploded into another round of intense agony. 
Immediately I jumped to my feet.  Turning around I crawled onto the king
sized bed knees first and stretched out on my tummy.  Then it was my poor
abused nipple's turn to cause me mind-wrenching agony as it hit the
mattress.  I groaned in misery as the agony radiating from my tittie was
reawakened.  I lifted myself up on my elbows to ease the pressure on my
tittie.  Reaching over to the nightstand beside my bed I flipped on the
table lamp.  The room glowed in the soft light.

   While my sexual craving had subsided several levels my pussy still ached
with lingering need.  I picked up the dirty magazine and began to flip
through it.  God how I wanted to throw it on the floor and just go to
sleep, it had been a long, long day.  I wanted with all my heart to prove
to myself that I did indeed have some control left over my life.  But whom
was I kidding?  Soon I pulled my knees up under me as if I were waiting to
be mounded from behind.  Within minutes the obscene glossy pictures in my
dirty magazine had my sexual engine nearing it's red line once more.

   One picture caught my attention in particular.  The white bitch's cute
face was covered with gobs of the black stud's cum.  Cum dripped from her
brow over one eye, another ran from her nose and upper lip and yet another
had landed squarely on one of her cheeks.  The white slut's snake like
tongue tried to lick the sweet goo from her lips while the mighty black
cock was posed only inches from her open mouth.

   Oh god how I wanted to be that white bitch tasting the sweet nectar of
black dick goo.  In my trans like state I slammed the huge black dildo deep
into yawning pussy.  Stroke after stroke I hammered the fake dick into
myself.  I stared at the picture as my mind screamed, 'Pleaseeee ohhhhhh
pleaseeee why can't it be me ....  ohhhhh god yes it should be me feeling
and tasting that hot black male goo.' And still I pounded my pussy with the
thick black dildo.  Thrusting it to the hilt deep into my hungry pussy. 
Once again I was on the very brink of orgasmic bliss.  'Ohhhhhh godddd
yesssssssss,' my mind screamed.

   I couldn't believe what I was doing.  A 34 year old white woman driven
to fucking herself like a sex starved slut by her 19 year old black
Mistress.  I had sank so low.  But nothing mattered, nothing mattered
except cumming.

   Awkwardly I grabbed the tittie that my Nigger Mistress had abused so
horrible.  I dug my nails into the hard nipple and squeezed.  With my other
hand I continued to fuck my own pussy with the fake black dick with
punishing strokes.

   Then it happened the miracle of all miracles I was cumming.  Sweet Jesus
in heaven I was cumming and cumming hard.  I lost all control as I screamed
my pleasure out loud, "FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS."
Over and over the waves of orgasmic pleasure slammed into my quaking naked
body.  As the ultimate sexual joy slowly ebbed I closed my eyes to
lingering in the after glow.  Mercifully my long day came to an end as I
soon fell into a deep peaceful sleep.

   The morning sun was already pouring into my bedroom when I again opened
my eyes Sunday morning.  Much to my horror the black dildo I had used so
effectively was still crammed deep in my pussy.  I pulled the fake cock
from between my legs and placed it on the night stand beside my bed.  As I
rolled off the bed I realized that my one tittie was still badly injured.
The nipple had turned a ugly purplish color and had swollen to nearly three
times its' normal size.  And I could still feel the stinging soreness
radiating from my well whipped ass.

   I was still wearing my pink garter belt, stockings and six inch high
heels from the evening before.  After rising gingerly from the bed I put
the dirty magazine away in my lingerie draw.  And while I couldn't help but
feel like a cheap and dirty slut I also had to admit that I hadn't felt so
robust and energized in days.  It's amazing what one terrific orgasm will
do for ones psyche.

   However, by the time I walked into my bathroom the same old ache
returned to my legs reminding me of the god awful high heels which I still
wore.  After showering I dried off and walked back into my bedroom.

   I went about dressing on the slim chance that Angel would turn up the
volume of her ungodly music.  I reminded myself that I was now nothing more
than a fucktoy on call.  I hooked the pink a garter belt about my trim
waist and then slipped pink a new pair of stockings onto my long lean legs.
Taking one of my new pink mini dress from its bag on the floor I stepped
into it and pulled it up slipping the spaghetti straps over my shoulders.
After adjusting my titties into the dress I smoothed the very short skirt.
The dress was backless and all but frontless but at least it did provide a
tiny amount of modesty.  It covered my pussy and ass I thought even if
didn't leave much to the imagination regarding my front.  Then I slipped
the pair of pink six inch "cum fuck me" heels, which Angel had forced me to
buy, onto my feet.  After stepping into my shoes I buckled the somewhat
stout ankle straps.

   Sunday passed uneventfully.  I busied myself with "bitch work" around
the house.  Cleaning up after my "dinner party", dusting, vacuuming and I
even mopped the tile floors and deep cleaned the bathrooms.  Then I spent
time putting away my purchases from Saturday's shopping trip.  I was still
puzzled by the red hair dye Angel had made me buy.  All day I listened
intently for Angel's gangster rap crap to start blasting but it didn't.

   From time to time I did gave Angel's "gift" some thought.  It was
horrible what she was making me do.  How could I lure another white woman
into Angel's world of brutality and sexual abuse?  Yet if I didn't obey
Angel I knew she would drop me a hot potato.  Losing Angel was a thought I
couldn't think without tears welling in my eyes.

   As the day passed I began to think more and more about renting a bedroom
in my home.  I would be in total control of who I rented the room to.  I
could pick a hot, submissive young woman and turn her into another white
assed slut for my young Nigger Mistress, Angel.  On the plus side I was
sure Angel would enjoy having both her white hos living under one roof and
within easy access.  The minus side was a bit more problematic as a
roommate would mean I would have to take on something of a more dominate
persona.  A role that I played well a few short weeks ago, before Angel
taught me my proper place.  But, one which seemed so foreign to me now.  I
wondered if I'd be able to dominate anyone even for a short time.

   Monday morning dawned a bit over cast.  Having decided to take on a
"roommate" I was excited to get the ball rolling.  I quickly bathed.  After
shaving my legs and pus I dressed in what I was starting to call my "slut
on call uniform".  You know the one, short revealing pink micro-mini dress,
pink garter-belt and stocking and six inch "cum fuck me" high heels.

   Not wishing to waste any time I picked up the phone and called the
newspaper's want ad line.  I placed the following ad "Female seeks same for
roommate.  Nice home, up scale and safe neighborhood.  Non-smoker
perfected. $100/week rent negotiable."

   My phone began ringing off the hook that very evening and I started to
make appointments to show the room the following day.  Of all the inquires
one stood out above the rest.  The first thing that struck me about Suzanne
was her cute southern accent; it was obvious she was from the Deep South.
Then I noted a certain sense of desperation in her tone.  As we chatted
Suzanne did a very strange thing, I thought.  She offered me references
without being asked; none of the other ladies I had talked with had done
that.  It seems Suzanne was a teacher.  At any rate, I wrote down the names
and numbers she gave me then set her appointment for 5PM the next day. 
Suzanne would be the last appointment of the day.

   I continued to wonder about Suzanne.  There just seemed to be something
so very odd about her.  For one thing, none of the other women had offered
references without my asking for them.  In fact a couple hadn't even had
any.  So it was that I set about to quench my curiosity.

   I was mildly surprised when the first number Suzanne had given turned
out to be disconnected.  When the second turned out to be another dead end
and I was mildly pissed.  But, more determined than ever to get the bottom
of Miss Suzanne.  Since Suzanne had told me she was or had been a teacher I
began calling area schools.  An hour later just when I was about to give up
I got a lucky break.

   "Hello, Riverdale School District, may I help you," the conversation had
started so innocently.  But that is where all innocents stopped.  For over
a half hour I spoke with an older lady who had known Suzanne personally. 
As the lady told me her torrid tale I soon realized that Miss Susanne
McNeely was exactly the slut I was looking for.

   The next morning I again dressed in my pink slut "on call" uniform
including pink stockings and heels.  My appointments to show the room began
about 10AM.  Most of the ladies were somewhat taken aback by my less than
modest appearance.  One even left in a "saintly" huff.  The others I told
that I would call after making my decision.  But that was all okay, as I
had already made up my mind.

   As the appointed time for Suzanne's arrival approached I began to bait
the trap.  I retrieved my dirty porn magazine from my bedroom and placed it
on the coffee table where Suzanne would be sure to see it.  As a final
touch I placed one of my long thick black dildos on the table beside the
chair where Suzanne would be seated.

   As scheduled Suzanne knocked on my front door promptly at 5PM.  I
answered the door at once.  I couldn't help but feel a bit self-conscious
in my abbreviated costume.  Taking a deep breath I swung the door open. 
Suzanne's eyes opened wide for the briefest of moments as she took in my
revealing pink outfit.  "My I help you," I asked politely through the
screen door.

   "Ahhh, yes," Suzanne quickly recovered she senses, "I'm Suzanne McNeally
I spoke to you on the phone about a room you have to rent."

   As Suzanne spoke with her sweet, innocent southern accent I was busy
taking inventory of the property that I would soon present to my Nigger
Mistress, Angel.  And what a piece of property it was too.  Standing on my
porch was a very curvaceous young woman of about my age.  The first thing I
noticed was Suzanne's sparkling green eyes and auburn hair.  I noted as odd
that she had her hair done in twin ponytails off the back of her head much
like a little girl.  But, the dress Suzanne wore clearly stated she was a
full grown woman.  She had on a black chiffon dress with spaghetti straps
that hugged her lethal 5'6" frame like a second skin.  Her smallish breasts
were presented at their best advantage as the dress's V shaped neckline
exposed more cleavage than it concealed.  The thin material of Suzanne's
dress allowed the impression of her hard nipples to be seen clearly. 
Suzanne's trim waist flowed into softly rounded hips.  It was easy to
notice with the absence of those ugly pantie lines that Suzanne wasn't
wearing any undies.  I smiled to myself as I realized that under her flimsy
dress Suzanne McNeally was completely naked.  The hem of that dress ended
just above the middle of her shapely thighs.  I had never seen such fine
legs on a "short" girl.  The ensemble was completed by a pair of classic
black three inch pumps.  Suzanne left no doubt that she was a Southern
Belle built for Southern Comfort.

   Having assessed the playground and finding it ripe and lush I nearly
purred, "Of course, dear, do come in." As I spoke I pushed the screen door
open for my guest.  Innocently Suzanne stepped into my lair and followed me
to the living room.

   "You have a very lovely home, Miss Smith," Suzanne tried to suck up to
me as we walked.

   "Why thank you, Suzanne, aren't you just the most respectful thing," I
smiled warmly.  I considered doing the polite thing and telling Suzanne she
could call me by my first name Barbara but thought it best to keep the cute
thing on edge.  "This is the living room," I stopped and waved the curvy
Suzanne ahead of me, "Of course, your room will come with full house
privileges."

   "Ohhhh really," Suzanne seemed stunned, "that would be wonderful." At
that moment Suzanne spied the items I had purposely left on the coffee
table for her benefit.  Her reaction didn't disappoint me at all. 
Suzanne's eyes bugged wide open for as she turned beet red with
embarrassment.

   "Ahhh is there something wrong, dear," I inquired as if I didn't know.

   Breaking her gaze Suzanne responded politely, "Na, no, Ma'am ... 
nothings wrong." But I could already see a thin film of perspiration form
over her lovely brow.

   "Well, then," I began, "I suppose you're anxious to see your room."

   "Yes, Ma'am that would be very nice."

   "Well it's this way," I said as I began to walk towards the bedroom side
of the house.  Suzanne followed me closely into the hall.  Pointing down
the hall I pointed out my master bedroom suite.  "That's my bedroom it has
its' own bath so this one will be yours'," I said pointing out the hallway
bathroom.

   "Ohhhh this is lovely, Ma'am," Suzanne exclaimed with genuine
enthusiasm.

   Walking another door down the hall I said with a smile and a wave of my
arm, "Here it is, honey."

   Suzanne walked into the room ahead of me as her eyes lit up, "Ohhhhh my
it is beautiful, Ma'am, much more than I expected.  And, such a large
closet."

   "I'm glad you like it, dear,"

   Suzanne was obviously delighted with the room, "I just love brass beds.
Is it queen size?"

   "Why yes it is, honey," I smiled, "It use to be me mine until I bought
my new king size bed a few months ago."

   "It's wonderful, Ma'am," Suzanne replied.  To my delight Suzanne sat on
the bed mattress and bounced a couple of times testing its firmness.  Her
smallish breasts bounced provocatively and quite frankly I wanted to maul
her right then and there.  But, with some effort I controlled my carnal
urges.

   "Well then shell we adjourn to the living room to discuss the details?"
I queried.

   "Well ...  er ...  aah yes ....  we can do that," Suzanne replied
nervously as her lovely cheeks began to blush.

   I allowed Suzanne to lead the way back to the living room.  The trip was
quite scenic I have to admit.  The lovely swing in Suze's tight lit'
backyard had a hypnotic effect on me.

   Back in the living room I seated Suzanne in a chair kitty corner from
the sofa.  Then I took my place on the sofa.  The coffee table with my
dirty porn magazine and black dildo on it was in front of both of us.

   For several minutes we chatted about everything except the room.  It was
easy to tell that Suzanne was very nervous as she kept crossing and
uncrossing her legs.  It wasn't an unpleasant sight as her skirt worked its
way up her lovely thighs.

   Now and then Suzanne would glance at the magazine on the table.  She
thought that she was being coy and I didn't notice.  But, I noticed
everything.  I noticed her deep breathing as she tried to control herself.
I noticed her perfectly shaped breasts heave up and down with each breath.
I noticed the apprehension in her sparkling green eyes, the fear.  I
noticed the perspiration that broke out upon the features of her gorgeous
face.  Oh yes, I noticed everything.

   Now all I had to do was rise the ante, "Well you seem like a lovely
young woman, Suzanne, I think you'd make a wonderful roommate.  Would you
like that, Suzanne?"

   "Ohhhh, yes, yes, Ma'am, I would love that," Suzanne replied eagerly.

   "Then it's agreed.  Now about the rent, dear, you know it's due in
advance," I purred knowing that Suzanne had no way of paying.

   "Ahhh, I ...  I don't have any money Ma'am," Beads of perspiration began
to coat Suzanne's lovely face.

   "You don't have any money?" I faked real concern, "What about your job?"

   "I ...  I ...  I'm ...  I am between jobs right now, Ma'am," I could see
tears welling in Suzanne's beautiful eyes as she spoke.

   "Ohhhh I see.  Well that does put a different complexion on the matter
doesn't it, Suzanne?" I said very firmly.  "Can you explain what happened
with the teaching job you were talking about on the phone?"

   Suzanne's face turned beet red as she began to stammer, "Ahhhh ...  yaa
...  er ...  I ...  I left for ...  for personal reasons, Ma'am."

   "Personal reasons?" I wasn't about to drop the issue, I couldn't.

   Suzanne's lovely face burned red with shame.  "Ahhhhh," she stalled for
time, "I ...well ...  er ...  I ...  I was raped, raped by two of my
students." Suzanne was on the verge of bursting into tears.

   "Ohhh my that is just awful.  But, there is still the matter of the rent
after all I am not running a shelter for the homeless." I replied with a
certain chill in my voice.

   "I thought the ad you listed said that the rent "could be worked out","
the fear of rejection was plainly visible upon Suzanne's distorted
features. "Please, please I am begging you, Ma'am, I don't have any other
place to go and need this place so badly.  I promise to do anything you
wish, just please let me stay here for awhile and I promise I will be a
good roommate."

   My juices ran rampant as I listened to Suzanne's heart rendering plea. I
allowed the cold expression upon my face to turn into a warm smile. 
"Goodness, it sounds as if your asking for a job." Then I giggled lightly,
"But, I do suppose I could use a maid or personal assistant."

   "I am a marvelous cook, Ma'am, and I don't mind doing some of the
housework.  Can't we please work something out, please?" Slowly Suzanne
slipped from her chair onto her knees right in front of me, her sweet
innocent green eyes looking deep into mine as she softly whimpered,
"Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeee, please I'd do anything.  Anything at all, Ma'am,
please."

   I reached out and began to toy with Suzanne's auburn hair, twirling in
gently around my finger then dropping it and soothing it back into place.
"Anything, covers a lot of ground, honey," I stated sweetly but firmly.

   Suzanne's eyes were still locked on my mine as she replied meekly,
"Yaa.. Yooo ...  You won't be disappointed, Ma'am" My hand which had been
toying with Suzanne's hair slipped lower to cup her left breast.  As I
squeezed gently I noticed how firm the lit' tart was.  I was pleased that
Suzanne didn't flinch even an inch as I lovingly fondled her breast. 
Before I could say a word Suzanne, her pleading eyes still locked on mine,
"Anything, Ma'am ........  I'll do ....  Anything you want
pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeee just give me a chance pleaseeeeeeeee."

   Who could turn a deaf ear to such sweet supplications?  Certainly not
me. Still holding Suzanne's left breast I began to gently toy with her
nipple through the material of her black dress.  I leaned forward to kiss
the kneeling Suzanne.  She moved her lips forward to meet my own and our
tongues attacked each other with a wild fury.  After a long minute I broke
our lip lock seating back in my chair.  I continued toying with Suzanne's
breast as I spoke softly, "We do have a slight problem, darling."

   "A problem, Ma'am?"

   "Yess, Suzanne, it seems you haven't been entirely fourth coming as to
why you were fired."

   Suzanne suddenly diverted her gorgeous green eyes towards the floor,
"But ...  but ...  I don't understand, Ma'am, I told you why I left my last
job.  I ...  I ...  I ...  told you I was ...  was raped ...  raped by two
black boys."

   As quick as a cat I bitch slapped Suzanne hard across her left cheek. 
Her head snapped to the side as she lifted a hand to her injured cheek. 
The look of fear that filled Suzanne's eyes told me I had her full
attention.  I pressed my advantage.  "I won't tolerate lairs in my home,
bitch," I said with a cold and deliberate tone.  "Now tell me the truth
about this alleged rape that got you fired, honey," I continued my voice
drooling sweetness and sugar.  "You had been sucking those black dicks for
months hadn't you, Suze?"

   Trying to show some courage she replied " My name is Suzanne."

   I couldn't for one second allow Suze to exert any control or allow her
to think she had any power what so ever.  In a flash I bitch slapped her
hard across her face again.  "Your name is what I say it is, sugar."

   Seeing the hard look in my eyes Suzanne's voice turned full of shame as
she whispered, "Yes, Ma'am, " so softly I could barely hear her.

   "And, You may call me Ms Barbara, understand, sweet lips?"

   "Ahhh ...  err yes ...  yes, Ms Barbara, just don't hurt me anymore
pleaseeee."

   "Now, Suze," I mocked the bitch, "You don't mind me calling you Suze do
you, Suze?"

   "Naaaa ...  no, Ms Barbara, I don't mind," Suze again whispered meekly.
But even as she spoke I could see how the shortened name bothered her after
a lifetime of fighting all attempts of nicknames and any use but her full
name.



   I giggled out loud as I continued to mock Suze, "I thought not." I
smiled sweetly and purred, "Now, remove your dress, Suze."

   "What!" Suze replied with genuine shock.

   "You heard me, baby, I said to remove your dress."

   "But." Suze cheeks turned bright red with embarrassment.

   "But, nothing," I nearly screamed, "You said you'd do ANYTHING.  Or was
that just BULL SHIT?"

   "Naaaa ...  no no, Ms Barbara, it wasn't," Suze actually cringed in fear
a she replied.

   "Then do it, baby, remove your dress before I get pissed." Sweetly and a
bit naively Suze began to stand.  "Don't stand, darling," I urged,
"kneeling becomes you so." I smiled again warmly, "And you don't want to
spoil the ambiance do you, baby?"

   Without saying a word Suze reached both hands to the hem of her short
dress and pulled it off over her head.  So innocently, Suze, crossed an arm
over her bare titties and used a hand to try and conceal her most secret
spots from my view.  It was a sweet and innocent illusion, yet one I
couldn't allow to exist.  "You'll put your arms down, bitch, unless you
would like me to hurt you again."

   The horror in Suze's shiny green eyes sent pangs of mercy shooting
through my heart.  But, I couldn't allow softness to detour me from my
mission.  Suze hesitated moving her arms and I had no choice but to bitch
slap her again with my open palm.  It hurt my heart for I knew full well
the agony that I was causing the poor thing kneeling before me.  But the
slut had to learn her place just as I had learned mine.

   The slap had its desired affect as Suze lowered her arms to her side. 
Mmmmm and for a long minute I savored the gorgeous nudity of the very
submissive female that now knelt before me.  Just as I had suspected Suze
wasn't wearing panties.  Suze's B cup titties looked quite inviting with
their large nipples.

   Suez's nipples were issuing an invitation that my hands couldn't refuse.
Using both hands I began to toy with her aroused love buds.  "Now look me
in the eye, slut, and tell me about this so called rape of yours."

   "Re ...  real ...  really and truly, Ms Barbara," Suze began as she
again locked her gaze upon mine, "I have told you everything."

   To be honest I was loving the cat and mouse game with Suze.  Smiling
sweetly I began to pinch Suze's left nipple as I continued to toy playfully
with the right one.  Pinching harder I coldly stated, "I know everything,
darling, I just want to hear it from you.  What were the boys' names?"

   I could almost feel Suze's pain and humiliation, "Lewis Williams and
Andrew Parker."

   Suze's shyly diverted her eyes again.  Without saying a word I twisted
her left nipple, which caused the sweet Suze to gasp with pain.  But it had
the desired effect as Suze riveted her eyes on mine once more.  "And how
did you meet these two alleged rapists?"

   "They were students in a 12 grade literature class I taught, Ms
Barbara."

   Pinching and twisting Suze's nipple still harder I demanded, "Now tell
me about the first time you got down on your knees and sucked their black
dicks?"

   Suze moaned in agony as I punished her left nipple, "I ...  I ...  will,
Ms Barbara, but please, please don't do that my nipples are very
sensitive."

   To answer her naive pleas I twisted her poor nipple still harder as I
hissed, "Then tell me what I want to hear, slut."

   With tears welling in her eyes Suze knew she was beaten, "It ...  it ...
happened ...  after school one day.  Just after the end of the first
marking period.  I was alone in my room when Lewis and Andrew came in."

   Continuing to play with Suze's right nipple I lowered my other hand to
the apex between her shapely thighs.  I was mildly shocked to find her love
hole drenched with the nectar of her feminine juices.  "Go on, baby," I
urged.

   "It ...  it ...  happened ...  after school one day.  I was alone in my
room when Lewis and Andrew came in."

   "Go on, sweetie," I urged.

   "Lew ...  Lewis was mad because I had given him a "D".  I tried to
explain to him that it wasn't the end of the world that he just needed to
work a little harder.  I told him that a "D" would still allow him the
graduate.  He told me that with basketball practice he didn't have time to
study harder.  Then he told me he had to have a GPA of at least 2.0 so he
would be eligible for the collage basketball scholarship he had been
offered.  I offered to tutor him if he liked.  They both laughed at that.
Lewis told me that wasn't the real reason for his visit.  Andrew started to
walk around the room as Lewis told me what a good looking "teacher bitch" I
was.  He told me he though I had a really fine ass for a white bitch. 
Right then Andrew grabbed me from behind and forced me to my knees.  I ...
I fought ...  I really did, Ms Barbara."

   I slipped a finger into Suze's soaked pussy as I asked innocently, "Why
didn't you scream for help, honey."

   "I ...  I don't know, Ms Barbara.  I ...  I just didn't want to get
hurt."

   I giggled gaily, "Ohh, I see."

   "See, Ms Barbara they raped me.  Those brutal black boys raped me, they
really and truly did.  I didn't want to do any of it.  They forced me."

   "Go on, honey," I urged Suze on by again pinching her left nipple a bit
harder.

   "We ...  well," Suze continued, "Lewis said, after I was on my knees and
Andrew had a hold of my hair, that I could tutor him okay.  He roared with
laughter as he told me I could tutor his black dick.  I could teach him how
a white assed teacher ho sucks black cock.  By then he was unzipping his
jeans and pulling out his penis."

   "His what, baby?" I demanded as I twisted Suze's nipple a bit harder.

   "His ...  his cock, Ms Barbara," Suze went on.  "It was already hard and
throbbing.  His awful juices already glistened on the head.  It ...  it was
the biggest ......  pen .......  cock ...  it was the biggest cock I had
even seen.  I knew that I couldn't possibly get it all inside my mouth."

   Now it was my turn to roar with laughter.  "Your being raped and all you
can think about is how this hard juicy cock will fit into your mouth?" I
moved the finger in Suze's pussy back and fourth and felt her muscles
squeezing down hard.  I thought to myself, 'What a hot piece of ass, the
bitch is loving this.'

   "No ...  NO ...  No, it wasn't like that at all, Ms Barbara," Suze's
face flushed redder that ever before.  "They were making ...they really
were ...  I couldn't do anything to stop them.  Andrew had a hold of my
hair and he would have hurt me if I had protested in anyway.  Lewis reached
down and began to squeeze my breasts as he presented his monstrous cock to
my lips.  I knew they'd hurt me really bad if I didn't cooperate so I
opened my mouth as wide as I could.  I ...  I ...  just didn't want to get
hurt that was all."

   I continued to finger fuck Suze's tight little fuck hole.  She was
trembling as she spoke and from time to time her cunt muscles would spasm
gripping my finger with a vice like grip.  Both of her nipples were rock
hard from arousal.  "Am I raping you now, Suze?" as I spoke I slide my
finger out of Suze's gapping love hole then slammed it home hard.  Over and
over I slammed my finger hard into Suze's throbbing cunt, "Well am I bitch?
Am I raping you right now?"

   Suze's naked body shook and I noted how deliciously her titties jiggles,
"Naaa ...  no, Ms Barbara," she whimpered softly.

   "If fact you love it don't you, bitch,"

   "Yaas ...  yes I love it, Ms Barbara."

   I laughed out loud, "Just like you loved sucking those thick juicy black
dicks huh, bitch?"

   Again Suze tried lying to me, "Naaaa no." I pinched and twisted her
nipple violently.  "No NO NO ......  Okay, okay, okay YESSSSS I DID loved
it."

   I knew the way Suze's pussy muscles spasmed and squeezed on my fingers
that she was telling the truth.  Using my thumb I began to rub Suze's clit.
"Go on, sweetie," I urged, "tell me the rest of how your nigger students
RAPED you."

   "Well I began to suck Lewis's cock as best I could.  I had never had
anything so big in my mouth before.  Lewis kept forcing his stiff dick
further and further into my mouth til the head was banging against my
throat.  At the same time he was abusing my breasts something terrible and
calling me all kinds of vulger names like I was his "white cock sucking ho
teacher bitch.o That I was now his slut and that from now on he OWNED me."

   "All the time Andrew was standing behind me holding my head in place by
grabbing a hand full of my hair.  You see, Ms Barbara, I couldn't escape. I
had to do as they demanded."

   Using my thumb I began to rub Suze's clit.  "Go on, sweetie," I urged,
"tell me the rest of how your nigger students RAPED you."

   "Lewis shoved Andrew's hands away form my head and used his own hands to
control me.  He forced my head on and off his pulsing black cock fucking my
mouth up and down his powerful shaft.  Andrew knelt behind me and began to
maul my breasts worse than Lewis had been doing.  I wished with all my
heart that Lewis would cum so my ordeal could end.  But ...  ahh ...err ...
it ...  was awful when he did ejaculate.  As he reached his peak Lewis
pulled his black cock from my lips and shot his horrible load of goo all
over my face."

   Smiling warmly I enjoyed Suze humiliation as I continued to finger fuck
her drenched cunt, "I'll bet you loved that didn't you, Suze?"

   "No ...no it was awful he shot his hot black male goo onto my face then
used his cock to rub it in.  Then Lewis whipped his cock back and fourth
across my face.  I kept trying to catch the damn thing in my mouth but I
couldn't."

   Smirking arrogantly I asked, "You were trying to catch his black dick so
he could rape your mouth some more huh?"

   "No ...no ...  no Ms Barbara I ...  er ...  ahh ...  I just wanted him
to be satisfied so he'd leave me alone."

   "But you weren't done were you, baby doll?"

   "Noo ...  no, Ms Barbara, when Lewis was done Andrew took his place. 
His cock was even bigger than Lewis's.  I opened my mouth as wide as I
could but he still had to force it a little bit.  I thought my jaws were
going to split apart.  Andrew grabbed my head right away and forced my
mouth further and further down his powerful shaft.  At the same time Lewis
knelt behind me.  Andrew kept yelling at me to suck his nigger dick and I
tried my best to relax and take all of his powerful cock."

   "Lewis behind me reached around me and under my skirt then forced my
thighs apart so he could paw at my pussy through my panties.  But, he
wanted more and pulled the crouch of my panties down damn near ripping them
from hips.  He began to finger my slit.  Lewis roared with laughter and
told Andrew how soaked my pussy was.  God I had never in my life felt so
humiliated.  Then Lewis began to slowly cram his meaty finger into my
pussy."

   "All the time Andrew was slowly fucking his black dick in and out of my
mouth as if it were a pussy.  His tight black ball sack slapped against my
chin.  I could feel his cock throbbing harder and harder and knew it
wouldn't be long before he blew his load."

   "At the same time Lewis was slowly finger fucking my pussy as he rubbed
my clit with his thumb.  And, while he did that Lewis was whispering in my
ear every vile and evil thing he could think of.  He told me what a hot
slut I was and how I was just a honkie cum receptacle for nigger cum.  Then
Lewis roared with laughter again as he told Andrew how I was fucking his
finger like a horny white whore."

   I had to laugh at that, "You were fucking his finger, huh?  I thought
you were being raped, Suze."

   "He ...  he ...  he was ...  lying, Ms Barbara.  I wasn't enjoying any
of it.  I had to do whatever they told me to do."

   "Ohhhh I see," I smirked, "You weren't fucking Lewis's finger just like
your not fucking mine now."

   Suze's blushed bright red like a little kid with their hand catch in the
cookie jar as she realized that she was pumping her hips up and down on my
finger and stopped in mid stroke.  "No ...no, Ms Barbara, it wasn't like
that at all they were raping me.  I didn't enjoy any of it.  Pleaseeee, Ms
Barbara, you have to believe."

   "Ohhh yea, baby cakes, I believe ya," I mocked.  "What I believe, sugar
lips, is that Lewis and Andrew were right you're a sizzling hot slut.  Now
tell me what happened next."

   "Well ...  well after Andrew shot his load all over my face like Lewis
had done he made me lick his dick clean with my tongue.  All the time Lewis
kept fucking his thick meaty finger into and out of my pussy.  It was awful
I tell you, Ms Barbara, just awful the way those boys treated me." Suze had
started to fuck her hips up and down on my finger again.  "Then they just
left me there on my knees.  They didn't make me cum or nothing, they just
zipped their pants and left.  They were laughing as they walked out of my
classroom and told me if I said anything to anyone they'd come back and
hurt me real fucking bad.  Those were their exact words, Ms Barbara, they'd
hurt me real fucking bad.  I was left with my panties nearly ripped off, by
bra was ripped apart and my blouse torn open."

   I roared with laughter, "They didn't make ya cum huh?  I guess rapists
are suppose to make their victims cum huh?  I bet you wanted to cum didn't
ya, baby."

   "Noooooo I ...  I didn't want to cum, Ms Barbara.  I didn't get any
pleasure at all," Suze tried to lie again.

   I reached for one on Suze hard lit' nipples and give it a vicious pinch
and twist.  "The truth, sweet Suze, nothing less will do," I insisted.

   For the first time Suze yowled in agony, "Yeeessss, yes I wanted to cum.
I wanted to cum in the worst way.  More than I have ever wanted anything in
my whole life.  Yes, sweet jesus in heaven I wanted to cum!"

   "Of course, you did." I mocked the poor naked and kneeling creature
before me.  "Now tell me about the other times your black students "raped"
you, sweet lips."

   "Ahh ...  er ...  Lewis and Andrew did come ...  back week ...  after
week they came back to have their dick's "tutored".  Every time they saw me
around the school no matter where we were they would laugh and ask about
the next tutoring session."

   "And you never said anything to anyone," I intoned sarcastically.

   "Didn't you hear what I said, Ms Barbara?" Suze asked disrespectfully.
"Lewis and Andrew told me they would hurt me really bad if I told anyone."

   Pulling my finger from Suze's soaked pussy I bitch slapped her hard
across her cheek, "Don't you dare use that condescending tone with me you
slut." Instantly Suze lifted a hand to sooth her cheek when I order her put
her hands behind her back.  She obeyed slowly but she obeyed.  Satisfied I
reached my hand back between Suze's fine thighs and reinserted my finger
into your gapping pussy.  This time I inserted a second finger.  At once
Suze was riding my fingers as if they were long lost lovers.  "Now answer
my question, bitch," I demanded.

   "No ...  no, Ms Barbara, I didn't tell anyone," answered meekly.

   "Go on."

   "Well like I was saying," Suze continued, "Lewis and Andrew came back
week after week.  At first they would force me to the back of my classroom
and make me kneel.  But as time went on they would just come in and Lewis
would snap his fingers and point to a spot on the floor.  I ...  I ...  I
knew what he meant and I ...  well I would walk to the spot he had pointed
to and kneel.  And ...and then they would rape me again.  Both of them
making me suck them over and over ...  calling me vulgar and disgusting
names all the time.  After several weeks Lewis began to demand that I
remove my panties before kneeling."

   "So they could fuck your cunt, Suze?" I asked.

   "Nooo no, Ma' ...  no, Ms Barbara, they ...they never touched me that
way.  They just wanted easy access to maul my pussy with their hands. 
Lewis made me hand him my panties and he always took them with him when he
and Andrew were finished with me.  It was funny they never told me to open
my blouse.  I guess they enjoyed ripping it open and tearing my bra apart.
But they never failed to bruise my breasts.  "

   Using my thumb I brushed Suze's stiff clit.  She moaned so sweetly with
pleasure that I had to fight the urge to make her cum right then and there.
I smiled to myself as Suze ground her hips into my prodding fingers.  She
was ready, ohh so fucking ready.  Taking my free hand I again reached for
one of Suze's sweet nipples.  Pinched it hard I stated coldly, "Now don't
you fucking move, honey." I pinched harder and began to twist her nipple
roughly.  "There is some one I want you to meet."

   Even in her agonized state Suze's lovely eyes bulged open wide, "What
....  Er ...  what did you ..."

   I cut her off with a whisper, "Sorry, baby, but I have to do this ...  I
just have to.  Now don't move.  It'll be much easier that way." Then I
called out loud and clear, "The slut is ready for you, my Nigger Mistress."

   Gracefully my Nigger Mistress, Angel, entered the living room from my
bedroom where she had been waiting.



   The End of Part Five