TITLE    : The Week Ch. 09
STORYID  : the-week-ch-09
SUMMARY  : Chapter 9 of a 13 Chapter, 150-page, wife-watching story
AUTHOR   : feverman@lit
DATE     : 2012-10-17
CATEGORY : group-sex-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |group sex|oral|interracial|size|mmmmf|restraint|wife-watching|gang-bang fantasy|


Note: <b><u>The Week</u></b> is a 13 Chapter, 150 page, novella-length, wife-sharing story. I feel obligated to suggest you will not fully understand the storyline or the contents of individual chapters (especially this one) unless you start at the beginning. In any case, I hope you enjoy the story. Feverman. Copyright 2011, 2012 Chad Sanders, all rights reserved.

<b><u>Chapter 9 - Help unavailable</u></b>

In an unexpected gesture of civility, Dante looked at Jamal, put his hand on his friend's shoulder, and calmly said, "Easy, bro. Slow down. She ain't going nowhere. We got all night to enjoy her. Dance with the bitch some or shoot some stick. Talk to her and make her feel appreciated and welcome. You need to be a gentleman and let her see how much we like having such a fine, white bitch as our guest. Be nice to her, bro, and she'll come 'round for us."

"Okay, sure," Jamal said, shuffling his feet and looking down in reluctant concession. His shucking only served to demonstrate that Dante was the big dog in the cage, the one calling all the shots, the one totally in control of Sarah's fate.

I saw Sarah's emotions rising and falling with each turning event. Fear, relief, and sexual arousal were all clearly visible in her facial expressions and in her body language as Dante's behavior changed so unpredictably. It was submission and relief I saw in her as Dante finished dressing them both down. He held her by her shoulders and kissed her on her lips. She visibly relaxed and looked considerably relieved as they kissed. When he was done kissing Sarah, Dante coached her, "Now, be nice to my brothers. You need to give it up a little more, babe. Don't be so selfish with that fine stuff you brought in here."

He left Sarah standing with Jamal and walked back over to us. "Sorry," Jamal apologized. He ran his hands over her back, hugged Sarah and asked, "Wanna dance or shoot some pool, hon?"

"Will you teach me to shoot pool?" she asked with a quivering voice barely loud enough for me to hear.

"Sure will," Jamal told her, "but I need to get high first." He led Sarah over to the pool table and motioned for Cuz to bring him the stuff. 

Sarah had never done speed, but she did two lines. They smoked another joint as they began playing pool. I saw Sarah shake her head as if to clear it after ingesting her second line. I also saw her perk up and smile for the first time in a while.

I watched her playing pool and talking with Jamal out of the corner of my eye as Lee and Dante settled up. Fifteen hundred dollars was exchanged as best I could count the stack of one hundred dollar bills. Dante hurriedly flipped though them with his back to Sarah to make sure the amount was at least close what he expected. 

Once the money was settled, Dante motioned for us to gather around the pool tables where Sarah was putting on a show with her tits every time she bent over. The front of her little, blue, chiffon, party dress fell completely off her tits when she leaned down to shoot. The motions of her drawing the cue stick back and shooting made her beautiful breasts sway and dance in open view for everyone's pleasure. All six of the black men, Lee and I watched her healthy, firm tits bounce and sway under her as she attempted to play pool. Five or six shots into the game, Dante said to Sarah, "Come over here and sit on my lap between turns."

She looked to me and Lee again, but our role was to remain completely neutral. We were not to interfere or attempt to help Sarah in any way until a specific event took place. Lee just looked away when she looked to him. He stood up and selected a pool cue, acting as if he didn't notice her visual plea for help. Lee asked me to join him in a game. Sarah then looked to Ray, her date or guide or whatever he was, even if only her friend. Ray gave her an, "I can't help you, sister," gesture with his hands and body language and said, "You better just go ahead." He wasn't about to challenge Dante.

Sarah took a deep breath as if drawing courage from the air and eased over to sit on Dante's lap. The first time she sat on him, Dante just wrapped his big arms around her waist and supported her. The second time, he kissed her neck some and massaged a breast just a bit with his huge hand. Sarah didn't bother to look our way. It was as if she had become fully resigned to the fact that she was going to party with Dante and his friends, either by choice or otherwise. By the forth or fifth time she returned to him, she returned his greeting kisses without hesitation and let him touch her body wherever he wanted. He rubbed all over her body with his huge hands and squeezed her tits openly in a display of his dominance and ownership. While she let him do those things and kissed Dante in return, Sarah was clearly holding back and not embracing her immediate future with enthusiastic, open arms.

From every outward sign, Sarah had willingly accepted Dante as her future sex partner. I could only imagine how she felt about it. Her expressions seemed more guarded than they were joyful. That was especially apparent when he touched her in a sexual way in front of the other five black men. She could see the raw lust in their eyes and her face reflected the apprehension she felt. In contrast to her expressions of concern, Sarah's face was also flushed with sexual arousal. It definitely excited Sarah being dominated so completely by Dante. How he was treating her wasn't all pleasant, but it was getting her sexually stimulated. 

Jamal kept the pool game going by taking time to help Sarah make a few shots and re-spotting the cue ball when she miscued, which she did often. The other men in the room began making comments about Sarah's tits and how fine they were, and how fine she was. When she looked at them as they spoke to her, the men made a point of drawing her attention to their hard dicks by rubbing them or shifting their swollen meat in their pants. Sarah was high as a kite on the things she had consumed and on the dangerous attention. When Jamal sunk the eight ball and the game was over, Sarah immediately returned to Dante, acknowledging his control over her. She glanced at Lee and me for some clue of what she should do next, but we ignored her, offering only blank looks in return and then turned away to play our game of pool.

Dante pulled Sarah to him as he sat and made a very public show of rubbing her bare ass cheeks under her dress as he nuzzled his head into her tits. She made one faint attempt to squirm away from his grip, but two big black hands clamped down on her butt cheeks and held her in place.

He told her, "It's time to let these brothers see what they have been waiting to see since you walked in."

Sarah sighed audibly and her lips pouted slightly, but she didn't verbalize an objection.

Dante noticed her reluctance and told her, "You don't really have a choice about what happens here, Sarah, but you do have a choice on how it goes down. It's gonna happen one of two ways. You can strip for us like a good bitch or I will strip you naked anyway. You're gonna dance for us right now and keep dancing till you're naked for me and the brothers. Which way do you want it to happen?"

"I'm not into doing things like that. I like you and just wanted to be friendly, you know, so I wouldn't appear like a stuck-up, white bitch. But, I can't get naked for a bunch of strangers. Anyway, there are too many guys in here," she objected.

Dante didn't say anything. He just looked at her with disbelief written all over his face.

Out of desperation, or her lack of other clear options, she tried seducing Dante and recruiting him to be her protector. Sarah leaned in, kissed him again, and afterward suggested, "If they were all gone except maybe Ray and my friends, I would willingly put on a show for you. Would you like that?"

Dante didn't respond to Sarah, but he motioned for Cuz to do something that was pre-arranged. Cuz returned with a small metal cash box which Dante set to the side. Dante told him, "Put on a good song for Sarah to strip to."

As Cuz hastily obeyed, Sarah protested again, saying, "Don't make me do this. I'll do it for you, but I don't feel safe with all these other men here."

When he didn't answer her, she begged more, "Please don't make me."

Dante's next move was so lightening fast it surprised me. He spun Sarah's body around facing away from him with a totally unanticipated flick of his powerful hands. He kicked her feet sideways out from under her and caught her as she dropped. She landed on his legs and his knees and he spread her legs open in a flash. Dante flipped up her frilly, blue dress and exposed her naked, shaved, pussy spread-open on his lap for all to see. Half a second later, he yanked her dress down off her chest, fully exposing her beautiful, pert tits which the men had been enjoying peeking at earlier.

"Stop it," Sarah screamed.

I yelled at him, "Stop," a second later and Lee yelled, "That's enough. The evening is over! We're leaving."

Dante shoved Sarah off his lap onto the floor, and calmly pulled a pistol from the cash box. He pointed it back and forth between Lee and me, and ordered, "Sit down and shut up, white boys, both of you."

He told Cuz, "Cuff these dumb mother-fuckers to those pipes, so I don't have to hurt them."

Once we were cuffed to the pipes, Dante pulled Sarah up off the floor and said, "You are my woman now until I'm done with you. Get it in your head, bitch. I am going to fuck you any way I want and my friends are going to fuck you too. You are going to ask us to fuck you. No, no, no, wrong... you are going to beg us to fuck you. If you give me any more shit, I am going to hurt you and your friends real bad. Do you understand me?"

"Yes," Sarah said wearing a very real look of shock and fearful dread.

"Now, get naked, bitch, and suck my dick," he demanded.

Sarah visibly shook and she looked scared to death as she obediently stripped for Dante. He stripped naked, sat on a chair and spread his legs open, displaying his oversized manhood proudly. The scene reminded me of some pagan king sitting on his throne waiting for his virgin girls to be delivered. I was, in spite of all that was happening, captivated by the sight of his very large, black cock and its big, bulbous, deep-purple head. The head of his cock was wet with pre-cum, shiny and ominous-looking with its broad, flared rim extending out from the thick shaft. His massive cock bounced up and down with each pump of blood to it, getting harder by the second until the head extended upward. When his dick got fully hard, the shaft bounced on his belly and pre-cum leaked into his belly button. He was bigger than Lee, and in my limited experience looking at cocks, Lee was huge.

Sarah's hands looked tiny holding the big, black dick. They also looked very white against the dark background of his shiny, black body. Dante had a well-defined chest with bulging pectoral muscles, and powerful arms and shoulders. She looked at his cock for a moment. For whatever reason, she licked her lips and hesitated to do what she knew she had to do. Sarah turned to us and her eyes locked with mine. I could see her spirit leaving her, going away to her fantasy place. I sensed the contradiction inside her. She was both willing and reluctant. It was one of the strangest moments I can remember. We were so connected in that instant and yet worlds apart at exactly the same time. I felt her desire pulling her to give herself to him and her fear of what was to come screaming "No" to her. Dante only let her share a brief moment of visual connection with me before he twisted her head around and shoved her face into his crotch.

Sarah did what she had to do, or what she wanted to do in the dominant grip of the big, powerful man who held her immediate future firmly in his hand. She looked so vulnerable and helpless kneeling naked between his legs, being made to service him while five of his friends watched with hungry, predatory looks on their faces.

"Oh yea, baby. That's what I'm talking about," he excitedly told Sarah as she sucked his dick. Dante talked dirty to her and she gave him all she had to give. "Shove that big, black cock in your mouth, girl," he encouraged her. "I love a bitch who tries to take it all."

The sight of her forcing his big, black log down her throat and choking on it time after time began to hurt my soul. Dante grabbed Sarah by her head with both hands and smeared her face all over his balls and cock. He made her say she loved sucking his black dick. "Tell me you love sucking black cock, white girl," he demanded. 

"I do," she managed to get out as she gave him the most ruthlessly-forced blow job I had ever seen. He alternately complimented Sarah by telling her how hot and sexy she was sucking him off and insulting her. He pulled her mind in one direction and then another, positive, negative, lifted her spirit and then degraded her as she sucked his cock. She persisted in her effort and somehow focused on giving his dick her full, focused attention, no matter what he said or did to her.

Sarah was winning the battle. Dante's body responded to the pleasure of Sarah's skilled hands working up and down his thick shaft while her mouth and tongue twisted and sucked on the first few inches of his hard dick. His muscles tightened with pre-orgasmic pleasure and his legs stretched out on both sides of her body. He was on the verge of blowing when he suddenly pushed her head away. He demanded, "Get up on that pool table and dance for me now, bitch," denying her even the pleasure and satisfaction of making him come. It wasn't going to be nearly that easy for her.

"Cuz, get her some music," Dante ordered with an aggravated tone.

Sarah danced naked on the pool table to, "Take another little piece of my heart." She did the one routine Cat had taught her for the strip club show, the only one she knew. Her show was hot and she had all the strangers expressing their appreciation, but in a very crude way. Toward the end of the song, the two men who had been drinking at a table together got increasingly crude and began taunting her. They came over to the pool table and pawed at Sarah's body, chiding her by talking crassly and displaying their dicks. "Think she can handle this, Abe?" one of them asked the other as he slapped his long black dick on the rim of the pool table." 

"I doubt it Tommie, or this!" Abe exclaimed and shook his dick in front of Sarah.

Dante said, "Ray, you better get over there 'fore Abe and Tommie pull her off that table and fuck her 'fore you do." 

"Back off, both of you," Dante snapped at the two overly-excited men.

"Come on Dante," Abe begged, "Give me a shot. I can't stay much longer. I got to get to work. Please, brother. I am so hot for that white bitch it'll only take a couple of minutes for me to blow my load."

"I gots to go with him," Tommie said. "Give us a little taste 'fore we gots to go, man."

Dante asked, "Got any thing for me, brothers?"

"I only got fifteen dollars to my name, Dante," Tommie revealed.

"I ain't got that much, Dante," Abe said. "Come on man, just let us get off with her. We will make it up to you. Let her suck me off."

"You couldn't buy a smile from a fine, white bitch like this for that kind of cash, brothers. You already got a two-bill show for free. Get you poor, worthless asses out of here, now. Fuck you cheap mother-fuckers. Get gone," Dante put them down.

"Aw man, that's cold. At least let me jack off on her or sump-un'. I got hot seeing this bitch naked. I need some relief, bro," Tommie begged.

Dante said, "What you gonna bring me? I tell you what, you gonna bring me, a big bag of weed, both of you, for just letting you jack off looking at her white pussy. You're gonna do that for me tomorrow?"

"Yeah, bro, sure," Tommie agreed.

"No problem, Dante. I got some stash," Abe said.

Dante looked at Sarah and said, "Guess you need to do another show, sister. Sit on the edge of that table and play with that pretty, bald pussy for us. Help my boys get off watching you. If you don't look happy and do it right... well, just make sure you do!"

Sarah submissively sank down to the table. Her face had helpless resignation written all over it. How she worked up the willpower to perform for them I will never know, but she did. She rolled to the edge and slid off until her toes touched the floor. Her hands moved across her naked belly as she stared at Dante for a couple of seconds. She even smiled at him. Sarah closed her eyes and went to some unknown place with her mind when she began rubbing her clit and fingering herself. The two black men snuggled up close and stroked their cocks with newfound urgency as they looked up and down Sarah's naked body. She didn't bother to open her eyes, not even when each man took hold of a tit.

"Oh yeah, baby, you are one fine looking woman," Tommie told her, "I never had no white pussy." He looked at the expression on her face and said, "You like this, don't you, white girl? You like getting naked and wild with a bunch of black dudes, huh? I can see that. You know you like it. Come on, baby. Rub that pussy and come with me, white woman." He pounded his dick with a few more hard strokes, and yelled out, "I'm coming for you, bitch. Come on, white girl, come with me."

Sarah opened her eyes just in time to see the long spurts of white cum shoot up out of his black dick. The first one landed on her left breast and the tail of it streaked down her belly. He aimed higher and stood up on his tiptoes. The second spurt hit her face and lips. Tommie broke into a wicked laugh and said, "Fuck me if I didn't shoot off on a white woman's face tonight." Sarah just reached up and wiped the fresh cum away from her lips with her free hand. Tommie milked the last of his cum and shook his dick to make globs of sticky, white cum splatter on Sarah's pussy, belly and hips. 

When his buddy finished coming on Sarah and moved away, it left Abe the center of immediate attention in Sarah's world. He moved in front of her, pushed his feet between hers and pressed her knees apart with his. He shoved her back onto the table. The new position left her pussy spread open only inches in front of his dick. Sarah stared up at him as she lay back on the pool table. They made some connection. I watched them stare each other down, but had no way of understanding their visual communication. Perhaps she expected him to shove his dick into her. In any case, I saw her embrace him with her eyes and invite him to come on her pussy. She did even more to invite his ejaculation on her. Sarah lifted her knees and spread herself completely open for Abe. She rubbed her glistening, wet pussy-lips and clit with the same aroused-willingness she had shown Lee at home.

"I like you, white woman," Abe told her. "I sure would like to fuck your sweet looking pussy sometime."

"Sorry," Sarah said and she arched her shoulders up, supporting herself on one elbow, seductively displaying her cum-coated tits pushed out with nipples erect for him. She rubbed her pussy with more earnest conviction and stared into his dark eyes. It took that one gesture of cooperative willingness to bring the black man to orgasm. I could never have guessed in a thousand attempts the next words out of Sarah's mouth.

"Shoot your baby juice all over my white pussy," she urged Abe on. He did. Abe pounded his black cock and sprayed cum all over Sarah's pussy, hand and belly. I could barely hear it when he breathlessly told her, "Thank you." He sucked in air deeply a few times before he walked away and left her with her pussy spread open and covered with his cum. 

After a few moments of remaining sprawled out naked on the pool table with cum dripping from her face and body, Sarah lifted her head and looked at Dante as if to ask what he wanted next from her. It struck me as odd that somehow she looked proud. 
<hr pg="2" />Dante saw the same submissiveness in Sarah that I did. He decided to push past the introduction of their sexual play and get the real show underway. "Look at your pretty lady now white boys. She don't look so ladylike now, does she?" Dante taunted us. He only paused long enough to let his words take full effect before he said, "Since you brought her to us, Ray, you get to fuck her first." 



"Get the fuck out of here, Abe... you and Tommie both!" Dante snapped at them.



Abe and Tommie shoved their dicks back into their pants and exited the back door. As they departed, Abe said, "Thanks, Dante... tomorrow, brother." Tommie just gave him a nod to concur with what Abe had said, and said, "Tomorrow."



Ray stripped. With no sign of the affection he had shown her earlier, he pulled Sarah to the edge of the pool table and spread her legs open. He used the cum on her pussy and the pussy juices soaking her crack to lube his dick.



"Ever fuck a black man before?" Ray asked.



"No," Sarah answered.



Ray laughed and said, "Well, hon, tonight we are going to make up for all you have been missing. Do you want this black cock inside your white pussy, Sarah?"



"Do I have a choice?" she asked back.



Ray told her, "Sure you do. You have a choice about whether or not you want it. You always have a choice about whether you want something. You don't have a choice about much else. We are all going to fuck you, Sarah. Four black men are going to fuck you till we can't fuck you no more. Get that through your head. We are going to fuck you like you have never been fucked. I just want to make things easy on you and your friends. I like you, Sarah. This is going to be the most intense thing you ever did, even if you want it with all your soul. If you don't really want this to happen and welcome it, this will be a horrible nightmare, the worst thing you ever went through." 



"Okay then, I want it," she calmly told him.



"What do you want?" he pushed her to say it out loud, and demanded, "Tell me."



With steely resolve in her eyes, Sarah looked at Ray and said, "I want you to fuck me, Ray."



"Tell me you want my black cock inside your white pussy. Is that what you really want, Sarah?"



Sarah didn't hesitate to tell him, "I want your black cock inside me. I want you to fuck my white pussy with your black cock. Okay?"



"Yes, you cock-teasing, white slut, that is exactly what I wanted to hear you say," he told her in a suddenly-changed, anger-filled voice. He added, "I hope you have a black baby from the fucking you are about to get."



It was without question the strangest, most troubling and most erotic thing I had ever heard and seen. The contradictions in my thoughts and emotions were beyond my understanding. I simply didn't have the ability to resolve that I felt intense, heated arousal in the same moment I was utterly disgusted with what I saw taking place. The polar-opposite emotions coexisted inside me at the same point in time. Listening to them fuck and then seeing Ray's black cock disappear into Sarah's pussy was mind blowing. I caught myself forgetting to breathe until I was light headed. I'm sure my blood pressure was elevated to the point of imminent danger. I was an emotional wreck, stressed to the max and wildly turned on.



Sarah was in much better mental shape than I was. She fucked Ray without reservation. She fucked him on the pool table first, and then he stood her against the wall and fucked her from behind. As Lee and I, and the other three black men watched, Ray made Sarah beg for his black cock. He made her suck his dick and assume the doggie position on a serving table. She sunk deeply into her fantasy of being force-fucked and complied with any request, whether it was to assume a new position or to tell him what he wanted her to say out loud. Sarah climaxed twice fucking Ray before he filled her pussy with her first load of a black man's sperm. He shot off in her as she was bent over a barstool taking him with her bottom willingly arched up to a perfect height for him to fuck. She exploded in a passion-filled orgasm a third time when he pumped her pussy full of cum and told her, "Have my black baby, bitch. You are such a fucking, black-dick-loving slut now. Look at you." He pulled her up and made Sarah stand in front of the bar mirror and look at herself. "You love this don't you?"



Sarah seemed lost looking at her image in the mirror. The reality of what she was doing seemed to consume her mind as Ray's cum drained out of her pussy and ran down the inside of her legs.



When she didn't answer him, Ray simply asked, "Who wants this tight, little, white pussy next?"



Jamal pushed Sarah over another barstool and mounted her in the same position Ray had just used. He slapped Sarah's ass cheeks and fucked her steadily for the few minutes it took for him to fill her pussy with cum a second time. "Oh fuck yes," he exclaimed, and added, "This is some fine, white pussy here." He smacked her ass from time to time and said, "Take it bitch. Fuck my black dick. Come on, bitch, squeeze me. Oh fuck yes. Do it, white girl... yeah, pull on my dick with that tight pussy."



Jamal didn't hold back or try to prolong his pleasure. He fucked Sarah continuously-hard until he shot off in her. As the feeling of his imminent climax took over, Jamal let go with a fury of short, stabbing thrusts. He huffed and grunted loudly with each push of his hips into her until his cum began spewing inside Sarah's gripping pussy. Jamal suddenly slowed down. He took long, slow strokes as he emptied his balls into her and announced, "Oh fuck yeah. I'm coming in you, white girl."



Sarah was lost in the pure pleasure of being dominated and fucked. She climaxed again and sprayed cum on the barstool legs and the barroom floor as he filled her pussy with his baby juice.



"You wanted my cum in you didn't you? You like being our white slut and getting fucked by the brothers, don't you?" Jamal pushed her to admit.



Sarah mumbled something too low for either Jamal or me to hear.



"What?" he asked.



"I'm being forced to enjoy doing this with you," she answered clearly. 



Sarah's response spoke volumes to me about her state of mind. It said to me that she truly was enjoying the experience of letting go completely, that being used by the men there in such a base, sexual way was satisfying some deeply held desire in her, but her response also said more to me. It said she still needed the mental crutch of the "forced" fantasy in order to bypass her long-held values of being a lady. It was as if she couldn't accept that she wanted to experience such a wild, sordid sexual adventure and have it be guilt free unless she held strongly to the fantasy notion that she was being forced. Holding on to that thin thread of fantasy allowed her complete sexual freedom.



Cuz took Sarah's arm and led her back to the pool table where he crawled on top of her. He only lasted a couple of minutes before he filled her pussy with his load. When he came in her, Sarah climaxed again. It was obvious she had completely surrendered to the circumstances controlling her. She had somehow found a way to turn the demands placed on her into intense sexual pleasure. Seeing her orgasm from the rough fucking was proof enough. It was as if feeling a hard dick spurting cum inside her pussy set off an automatic reaction for her. She couldn't help coming simultaneously with the man when she felt him release inside her.



My loving wife was in another world. I tried to imagine the mental state she was in and the physical feelings she experienced. I realized it was impossible to really share in any meaningful way what was happening to her. I hoped and prayed it was better for her than how it looked to me. It looked perfectly horrible to me. I knew it had to be. I had to find a way to accept that this was something she wanted and she was finding pleasure in doing. I kept telling myself, "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." Somehow repeating that statement of human insight helped me understand and accept that no matter how bad it looked from my perspective, the experience must be very different for her. Surely what she was doing satisfied some deep sexual needs inside her mind and body.



All the while the men had been fucking Sarah, Dante exerted his control over the group, making them fuck her where, when and how he ordered and making her say the things he wanted to hear from her. His orders were never directly to Sarah, but rather to the men, his servants, like his last order to Cuz had been. "Take her to the pool table and fuck her there. Make her say she loves having your black dick in her," he told Cuz. It was typical of Dante's method of control. He fucked with Sarah's mind almost continuously as he directed the others to fuck her pussy.



"Get her some stuff... speed, booze and smoke," he ordered after Cuz got his nuts off fucking Sarah. His willing servant pulled his dripping, cum-coated dick out of Sarah's quivering pussy and scrambled to do as ordered.



In spite of my personal distress, I had to admire the production. It all appeared so natural. I knew it was all a pre-arranged play being acted out for Sarah's pleasure. I even knew the step-by-step plan for the most part and what to expect, but I found it unsettling anyway. It was too real. My emotions were violently jerked to and fro as the action unfolded. I wanted things to end each time one of the men climaxed in her, but I knew it would create a disastrous ending, and therefore, would be far too selfish to seriously consider doing so. 



Cuz delivered the drugs as ordered. Sarah snorted two lines of speed, downed two shots of tequila and smoked a joint with Dante sitting on his lap, both of them naked. In this strange fantasy world where Sarah found herself, she was Dante's bitch, his sex slave. She knew it, had accepted it, and whether reluctantly or willingly, she had fully embraced her role. 



Dante was probably six foot four or five inches tall and had the build of a pro basket ball center. He had defined muscles everywhere. Sarah was five foot nine inches tall and weighed less than one hundred thirty pounds. She had small hands and feet for a woman of her height. The contrast in their bodies was striking. I was visually impressed with Dante. He was a beautiful physical specimen. I had always been impressed with Sarah. The differences in their physical gifts caused me to consider the contest that was about to happen. Who was the stronger physically? Who was the stronger mentally? Who would prevail? It had all the appearance of a David and Goliath match-up. I had the advantage of knowing Sarah was going to get jerked around mentally and put through the wringer physically very soon. I prayed she had the inner strength to prevail and keep her wits about her. I believed in Sarah; believed she had the right stuff, but the odds were stacked badly against her.



"Bring me a towel and something nice to put on my bitch," he told Cuz.



Cuz brought the two items, a white baby-doll and a towel. Dante took both items and handed them to Sarah. She wiped herself off and slipped into the little item of lingerie.



"Music, slow dance music," he demanded.



Cuz wheeled around, made haste to the jukebox and punched in the codes. Barry White's "Can't get enough of you love," was the first tune up. Dante began dancing with her and whispered, "I need to feel your love, Sarah. Give it up and be my lover, my real lover, woman."



He danced with her and talked constantly to Sarah, telling her how beautiful she was and how everything about her turned him on. He hugged and kissed her as they danced naked together and wooed her for the entire song.



A second love song followed and again Dante talked to her, complimented her and shared his feeling of attraction. He rubbed her naked butt for a long while and told her to forget that anyone was watching. He told her to pretend they were two lovers alone in paradise. He stopped and held her to him on the dance floor just long enough to take her hand and wrap her fingers around the thick shaft of his cock before he began dancing again. They danced on and he began spreading her ass cheeks and rubbing his big thick middle finger over her anus.



Jamal, Ray and Cuz watched with as much intense interest as Lee and I did. The sight of Dante's slow seduction of Sarah was mesmerizing. She was feverous with surrender, flushed, wet and beyond ready for him to fuck her. I know her and can read when Sarah is ready. She was ready for him to take her anyway he wanted, but he didn't. He abruptly changed directions and keep her unsettled. He altered her expectations continuously to make what would come next totally unpredictable to Sarah.



He danced her over past the edge of the wooden dance floor right up to our table. He knelt down in front of her and put both his hands on her left thigh, one outside and one inside. "This is the finest skin I have ever felt," he said loudly to the group.



He told his gang, "Come feel what I am feeling, brothers."



The three of them gathered around and began feeling Sarah's naked body. Dante stepped back and said, "Feel her skin, brothers. Take your time and really feel her. You will never touch a woman this fine again. How can I be sure? There is no finer woman alive. Really feel her. She is the top of the line. It don't get no better than what you got your hands on right now."



I watched Sarah as Dante talked and as the men ran their hands over her legs and body. She savored the sensuous, admiring attention, the feel of so many hands moving over her body and drinking in the soft luxury of her skin.



"That's enough," Dante said. The men stopped touching her and Dante knelt in front of her again. He began rubbing her thighs almost touching her pussy, but not. 



"You are so beautiful, Sarah. You are one of a kind, a beautiful, white woman, full of life and you like adventure. You like the edge, the stimulation of putting yourself in danger, testing you sexual attraction to the wild side, don't you?"



"Yes," she answered.



"Sit down here," he told her, and she did. She sat on a chair Dante placed for her facing the rest of us.



Dante walked around where he could see Sarah from the front. "Lift your legs and let us look at your pussy, Sarah. Do you like it when we look at your naked body and need some of it, when we desire and crave you?"



"Yes," she told him.



Sarah lifted her legs and placed her feet on the outer corners of her chair. She flared her knees apart and her pussy lips opened easily, revealing the pink inner lips and the smooth pink tissue beyond. Dante leaned in and kissed her clit with his big thick lips and licked up the full length of her pussy before he sat back.



"Did you like that?" he asked.



"Yes," she replied. 'It felt really good."



Dante teased her pussy lips with his huge middle finger and moved up to her clit, rubbing over the excited, extended nub and back down to her slit. Sarah took a deep breath and closed her eyes.



"More?" Dante asked, and told her, "Ask for it." 



"Yes, more please," she told him.



Sarah eased her butt cheeks forward to allow him better access. She moaned with pleasure and wiggled her ass responsively on the chair seat. She bit her lip as his big finger explored the inside of her pussy.



"What name would you give a white woman who comes to a black bar and gets naked with a bunch of black hoodlums?" he asked.



"A slut," she said unashamedly.



"Do you like being a slut for us, Sarah?"



"Yes," she told him.



He shoved his finger deep inside her pussy and told her, "Tell your friends how it feels to be a black man's slut."



"I am so turned on doing this with Dante. I am afraid of what he will do with me and I want it anyway. Dante has total control of me and my feelings. I feel like his puppet and I like that he is in charge of me, that he makes me do what he wants. I like that these men want me with such passion. I like being their slut," she confessed.



Suddenly, my dick was as hard as it had ever been. I was ready to explode with sexual fever. All of my sexual feeling was due to Sarah's passion for what she was doing, the fact that she was so deeply committed to her fantasy and she was so completely turned on."



"Keep talking," Dante told her. He shoved his finger deep inside her and began raking his fingertip over her G-spot.



"I like being forced to be your bitch and being made to fuck your friends," she confessed.



"Do you like being made to show off you pussy like this?" he asked.



"I like being forced to do it. It is so naughty and unladylike to do this. I need to be forced into it," she told him.



"Come for us, Sarah. Let go and spray you hot cum for all my brothers to watch. Make your pussy squirt for us again," Dante told her as he massaged her G-spot.



I watched Sarah build her resolve, focus her feeling and pull her orgasm up from the depths of her being. Her body began to shiver and her muscles tightened.



"Do you like me being your slut?" she unexpected asked.



"Oh yes, baby. You're the best one ever. You're so fucking hot to look at and so willing to get nasty for me. I like the way you suck black dick and fuck my brothers. I am going to show you how much I like having you be my slut. I am going to fuck you for your friends to watch. I want them to see how much you like having a big, black cock filling your cunt," he told her.



Sarah burst into climax and sprayed come all over Dante's arm and the floor. He pulled his finger out of her and moved back to watch Sarah spraying come across the floor. Her body convulsed again and again and she shot streams of cum six or seven feet out in front of her.



When her climax died back and the squirting stopped, Dante stood her up and kissed her. "That was so fucking hot you squirting like that. You are such a nasty, little bitch underneath that phony front you put on," he told her while holding her in his arms.



Sarah clung to his black body and rested her head on his shoulder. Dante held her for a few moments and then asked her. "Do you want to be treated like a real slut now, and used by all of us?"



"I want you to use me anyway you want. I'm being forced to do this. Please don't ask me; just do it," she told him.



At that moment in time, Sarah had given her body and mind to Dante and he was making her the center of attention. It all looked very obvious what would happen next. He had made her feel special and cared for, even if it was in a crude and rough way. She felt the dubious security of being the alpha bitch of the pack. She had fucked the big man's friends for him and she was sure he was about to make her his lover. The trend of things was inevitable, or so it seemed. Sarah had settled in to a level of comfort. She had gained a degree of confidence that she could handle Dante. He shocked her to her core with what he did next. 







"Sarah, it's time now for your new-slut's initiation into Dante's club," he told her.



Dante ordered the other, "Hang her from the door frame."



The three subservient black men went into action instantly. Ray and Jamal took hold of Sarah and they each attached a leather handcuff to a wrist. They tied the handcuffs to ropes and fed the ropes through two steel eyelets installed high up in the hallway leading from the one big room to the restrooms.



"Oh god, don't do this to me," she begged.



They pulled the ropes through the eyelets until Sarah was stretched enough that only the balls of her feet touched the floor. With her heels held inches off the floor, they secured the ropes.



"Didn't I cooperate and do what you asked? Please don't do this," she begged once more.



With Sarah stretched until she was almost hanging from her arms, Ray lifted her up by her thighs and made Sarah wrap her legs around his waist. "No, not like this," Sarah yelled at Ray." "Haven't I done what you asked?" she pleaded.

<hr pg="3" />"Not a good choice to argue, Sarah," Ray told her and let her drop away from him. Her weight stretched her body and arms painfully before she could get her feet under her. She struggled under the pain and tried to stand on her toes as tall as possible to relieve strain.



Cuz went behind the bar, pulled out a whip-like, leather paddle and handed it to Dante. It reminded me of the razor strap barbers used, only shorter and with a handle.



"Did you forget who you are and where you are, cunt?" Dante mockingly asked, holding Sarah's chin in his hand as she tried to stand tall on her tiptoes. Her weight pulled ceaselessly and painfully down. Her arms and shoulders ached and she whimpered as Dante held her jaw and looked at her. Sarah was utterly helpless and in very bad straights. The only relief she could find, and it was minor, was when she placed her feet directly under her and stood on her tiptoes.



"Yes, I did. I forgot. I'm so sorry, Dante," she confessed with a pleading quality to her voice, then she begged, "Please let me down. This really hurts."



"Who are you?" he asked.



"Your bitch? Your obedient slut?" she said hopefully, questioning what he wanted her to say.



"My totally and instantly-obedient, willing, submissive, cooperative bitch, the one that wants to please me and do whatever I ask her to do?" he asked.



"Yes, Dante, I promise. I'll do anything you want. Just don't torture me or hurt me. Please," she begged.



"Do you want Ray and the other guys to come back and fuck you again like they started to do when you got bitchy?"



"Yes, I will do whatever you want, Dante," she promised.



"No Sarah, you will do whatever my brothers want you to do. You are our white slut, our white slave, and you are going to get nasty with four really-nasty, black men, right?"



"Yes, okay, just let me down, please," she begged more.



"Don't you need to be punished for being a selfish, white cunt and telling Ray you didn't want him to fuck you the way he wanted?" he asked.



"No, I have learned my lesson. I don't need to be punished. I'll do whatever you want now. I won't complain again."



"Sorry, Sarah, you have to pay for your sin before you can be our slut again. Only then will we let you serve us," he told her.



"Please don't hurt me," she begged as Dante walked ominously around her in a circle.



"All our sluts have been right where you are now, Sarah. It is just part of the deal, part of being a female member of Dante's club," Dante told her, and he suddenly twisted her right nipple and ripped down with his hand, and then did her left nipple.



Sarah screamed out in pain and horror. Tears burst from her eyes onto her face. Before her second scream ended Dante smacked her across her ass hard with the leather paddle. The pain and shock of it took Sarah's breath away. Dante smacked her ass so hard, her scream cut off and she went mute in the split second after the paddle hit her ass. She didn't have any air left in her lungs to complete her scream.



"Go ahead and fuck her, brothers. She won't complain any more," he announced to no one in particular as Sarah gulped for air and then cried like baby.



Jamal lifted her up and she willingly wrapped her legs around him and let him fuck her. At least it took the strain off her shoulders. She kissed him when he wanted and told him she liked it when he fingered her ass. He fingered her ass and shoved his dick into her repeatedly. He fucked Sarah that way for a couple of minutes and asked, "Will you suck Ray's dick while I fuck you if I let you down?"



"Okay," Sarah agreed. A moment later she was on the floor on her knees with Jamal fucking her pussy and Ray fucking her mouth. "Come for us again, bitch," Ray demanded as he shoved his dick repeated into her throat. 



Again, Sarah summoned her strength and resolve. It took less than a minute for her to climax for them. Suddenly the dick in her pussy felt wonderful, no longer painful. Odd as it looked to me, being forced to fuck two black men excited her and fueled her rapidly building orgasm. Her moaning changed in tone from distressed to pleasurable and she began aggressively fucking Jamal.



Ray beat Sarah to orgasm and shoved his dick deep into her throat. He held her down with the weight of his body and spewed cum down her throat as she choked on his cock and struggled to get him off her. As she writhed and struggled, Jamal pounded her pussy and he came in her a few seconds later. Sarah squirmed, twisted her body and struggled with all her strength, but to no avail. She was pinned down under the weight of the two men using her without mercy and shooting off in her at the same time. She pushed hard with her hands to try to free her mouth and throat enough that she could get air. She was fighting for her life and about to turn blue when Ray pulled back enough to let her breathe.



He demanded, "Keep sucking it." Sarah sucked his still-spurting dick and coughed repeatedly while she did so. Ray's cum spewed out of her nose when she coughed and Jamal pulled his dick out of her and jacked the last of his cum onto her body. He watched his sperm shoot up her struggling body and land on her back. Finally, Ray pulled out of her mouth and Sarah's body went limp. She dropped to the floor, moving only with the occasional involuntary muffled cough.



Dante walked over and said, "Doesn't pay to be an uppity white bitch around here, does it, Sarah?"



"No sir," she answered without ever looking up.



"Tell my home boys "thank you" for taking you down," Dante demanded.



"Thank you Ray, and thank you, Jamal, for taking me down," she obediently responded.



"Good. I think your training is coming along much better now," Dante commented tauntingly.



"Clean her up for me and get the bed out," Dante ordered.



Ray and Jamal took Sarah out into the alley and washed her down with a garden hose. They made her wash out her pussy with the hose and wash her body with a bar of soap before they rinsed her off a second time. They led Sarah, still dripping wet, back inside and left her standing naked, dripping, and shivering before Dante. 



"How about some romantic music, Cuz? And, turn off those pool table lights. I am going to make some serious love to my pretty new girlfriend. You boys watch me real careful and you might learn something," he instructed and announced.



"How fucking long is this going to last?" I wondered in total disgust and whispered my frustration to Lee.



"We need to get this over with tonight. Hang in there, Ryan. It's best we stick to the plan," he reminded me.



End of Chapter 9, Continued in Chapter 10



Editing assistance provided by Cal and Rosie

