The Ultimate Setup, Volume II
By Mkarl

Chapter 4

      An outsider looking through the cabin of the window that
second day of my honeymoon with Lean would have got quite the
eyeful. I wonder what would have happened if it had been you that
stumbled across the scene just past noon. Would you have been able
to discern that she was still being raped? I guess if you had only
stumbled onto this show then you might wonder just what was going
on. Why was a new bride spending the day as a nigger playtoy and why
did she look like she was loving it; and just where the hell was the
husband.

      Yes, to a person just stumbling onto this scene exposure to
the previous occurrences and motivations would have been helpful but
that might not be possible so maybe you would just wait a bit and
see if the developing scenes began to make sense.

      As the windows are open and the participants were all vocal,
you would soon be able to know that the major players went by the
names of Lean, Tyrone, Deon, Mustafa, and the missing husband,
Michael. You would not help but quickly realize that there was far
more to the scene then the obvious fact that the girl was white; the
guys were black; and the sex was hard.

      It would be easy to worry you were witnessing the most filthy
and obscene of rapes. The magnificent black specimens were full of
godly power and dominance and the girl was flung back and forth like
a rag doll taking cock in every hole while commanded to verbally
debase herself and call out for these niggers to breed her on her
honeymoon.

       It might fill you with shock and disgust to see such a
betrayal of every concept of decency, but what else might enter the
mind? Might you just pause and watch while the brand new wife took
load after potent load of the dangerous baby-making juice into her
fertile[?] Cunt. Might you secretly have yourself a laugh and just
be glad you were not involved in such a perverse situation? How long
would you watch with your hand down the front of your pants? Long
enough to see the boy known as Mustafa take a piss into the young
wife's mouth from his big nigger cock? Long enough to see the adult
male Tyrone maneuver the two younger bastards into position so they
could turn the helpless wife into their very own oreo sandwich? Long
enough to watch as the bitch is finally released from bed and
ordered to prepare and then serve supper?

      It might be hard to tear away from any of the action but as
night would fall you would eventually be faced with a choice. With
no way of knowing just how long the scene in the cabin might
continue, and fearing the worst for the missing husband, you might
decide to leave the bitch at the tenderless mercies of her nigger
attackers. They obviously intended to have her grow a child so she
was in no danger beyond the sex and after the hours of voyeurism,
you had no thought she would want 'that' stopped anyhow. As you
returned to your life, a final wicked impulse might have you allow a
whisper from your lips to wish the bitch a good night. You would not
necessarily ever know that while you had watched the wife for just
the one day she was scheduled for a week of honeymoon and only the
second day had finished.

Chapter 5

      Michael had spent the evening behind the closed door of the
spare bedroom. The white husband had a lot on his mind to think
about while his two-day brides intermitted screams of pain and
pleasure reached his ears. He did not have to worry about pulling
any macho bullshit and trying to get to his wife's aid as she was
quite convinced he was helpless bound and secured from any such
intervention. The truth was quite the opposite.

      Michael could not believe how well things were going. It was
the cumulation of a lifetime obsession. Ever since the incident with
his mother all those years before, Michael had lived to experience
the humiliation himself and the niggers he hired had outperformed
even his wildest expectations. The real payoff was his wife so
easily falling under the spell of the black cock. Michael had always
had the most mixed feelings involving his own mother but towards his
'wife', he focused on nothing but the lust he felt to being so
utterly betrayed.

      It might seem patiently unfair to have blamed the girl for it.
She had fully intended to be nothing but the typical wife, loving
and obeying and all that garbage. It was all the husband. It was all
Michael. so how could he get away with thinking Lean the slut for
just going with the inevitable? Sure they had treated her rude. She
had been bitch slapped, pulled by the hair, used as a human toilet,
and defiled right in front of her groom on her honeymoon. She had
been forced into a sick ceremony that was a direct affront to the
entire institution of her marriage itself. and yet. She liked it.
Lean really, really liked it.

      Who would have thought it? She had never been forced to be so
open. She had never been exposed to such evil. It was bad enough to
be raped, but these niggers had gone on and on as to how she was
paying for poor Michael. Michael. She did worry so for him. She
worried for herself. The niggers seamed to have to qualms about what
they were doing. She knew she could end up dead but they were going
on and on about breeding her. They even had stuck a needle in her
ass and said it was some sort of animal fertility drug that had wild
side effects in humans and almost guaranteed multiple pregnancies.

      Michael had been so careful to schedule the wedding to fit her
cycles. It seamed he had some romantic idea of a honeymoon
conception. As Lean cuddled with Tyrone following the last fuck of
the night and felt the cum to once more start to leak from her cunt,
she could not help but wonder how Michael would handle his wife
coloring the family name. One thing that she did know was that she
would have the baby[s]. 'Honey' was just going to have to put up
with it; provided these niggers did not make good on putting him in
the lake.

      God. Why did she think something so morbid? Why did she wonder
just what punishments were in store for poor Michael and why did
those thoughts confuse her so? What was she thinking? Lean could not
even allow the words to form in her own mind but as she drifted off
too sleep squeezed between the hard bodies of Deon and Mustafa it
was strange that she had no intention of running off in the night.



End Of Chapter 5

      It was a new day. Michael awoke first in his room. He would
have to wait to be fetched by one of the boys. As Michael refastened
his hand cuffs he could not help but allow himself a chuckle. It had
been almost twenty hours since his wife had laid eyes on him. Twenty
hours during which time she had been fucked and fucked and fucked
again. Michael had originally intended to be present and forced to
watch, but Tyrone had stuffed him in the bedroom. Michael had been
annoyed at first but Tyrone said he saw something happening in Lean.

      Tyrone had been made aware of all of Michael's special hopes
and prayers and had persuaded the white man that Lean could be more
fully indoctrinated into the world of nigger worship if she was
allowed to perform guilt free. For Michael's ultimate desires to be
fulfilled, it was vital for his wife to end up addicted to black
cock so he had reluctantly consented to the nigger's change of
plans. Now it was time to get back on track with a day of scheduled
violence that should begin to really shape Lean's second
conditioning; blame and disdain for her husband.

      Deon fetched Michael, "Rise and shine toilet, I have to take a
shit."

      Michael's face turned whiter. He had told Tyrone that he did
not want that again but how could he stop it in front of his wife
without blowing his cover. "No. Let me go nigger."

      Fuck Tyrone! Hadn't that coon told the kids. Michael felt the
impotent rage as Deon pulled him to the middle of the floor where
Lean could watch. "Keep that mouth open trash or I will beat your
white ass. Time to show your 'ex' what a piece of shit she married.
Isn't that right Mustafa."

      Mustafa had Lean by the hair. "Tell your husband to open his
mouth bitch or we do you next."

      Michael looked at Tyrone but the nigger just stayed stone
faced. What the fuck was going on?  

      "Better open Michael? You can't stop them. They will hurt
you." Lean felt her face burn. Had she felt like this when they
pissed on him? Why did she want to say more? God, it was hard not to
cheer. Why was she so wickedly excited?"

      "Say it like you mean it bitch or you get it too. Tell him
what worthless shit he is. He likes this bitch. We are fucking going
to strip his punk white ass and show you what a tiny white cock
faggot white prison guard has. We are going to take our morning
dumps and have him flush then punk him so you watch. How does that
excite you bitch? You got choked now faggot boy gets it too. You
know he deserves it. Go ahead. You know you want to. Just fucking do
it or you get it too."

      ".yes. Open that nigger's toilet Michael, Feel that nigger put
you in place you racist white trash worm. It is your fault. If you
would have ever know that niggers were your lords then those
bastards in jail would never have arranged this wedding present. I
have been ruined. You are just so useless so just be a toilet. Be a
fucking toilet."

      Ouch. Michael felt his cock harden. Even though this ignorant
nigger was about to screw up big time at least Michael got 'that'.
Then her mouth was open again.

      "Yes faggot. Feel your nigger lord sit on his throne. You are
his. Don't close your mouth now. Oh, you sick fuck. Don't gag yet.
Open those fucking crybaby eyes you pathetic white trash. Look at
the black god on your fucking face. Oh-oh, oh-oh. You better flush.
Flush you stupid toilet."

      Deon climbed off, finished, just as Michael started to puke
his guts out. The white man was in heaven. How could he be so
aroused? The nigger had explicitly betrayed him and Tyrone had done
nothing. Michael wanted to wonder what the game was but all he could
focus on was the words from his wife. Were all his dreams to be
realized?

      "Hey Deon, get your nigger ass over here and hold this bitch
while I take that toilet too."

      Michael could not survive another one. He was not even done
puking yet."

      "Use the john, Mustafa. I am going to take white boy out and
clean him in the lake so he can punk while we do breakfast. Get that
bitch in front of the bacon again and see if she can get a matching
burn on the right tit."

      Michael wanted to say thank you as Tyrone took him by the hair
and yanked him to his feet. Maybe the nigger just had forgot to tell
young Deon until it was too late to have stopped the morning
facilities? Michael expected to be uncuffed as they reached the lake
but Tyrone just pushed him to his knees and put him face first into
the cold mountain water.

	".What the fuck."

	"Someone might be looking."

	"Stop it Tyrone. What the hell was that in the cabin."

	"Hey! It worked."

	"I don't fucking care nigger. You work for me."

	"Yeah. well I'm not the one tied up am I."

	"WHAT!?!"

      "Nothing. Look, you paid me for a job and I'm gonna deliver.
You heard the bitch last night and you heard her today. Once we get
you presentable we are going take you back up and strip you so wifey
gets a look at 'honey's' tiny little dick all excited by worshipping
us superior niggers. That is the shit you want. That is the shit you
are going to get. You have some white trash fantasy about paying the
crimes when you slaved us, while yeah, it gonna be a kick to do an
old fashioned whippin the other way round. You get it all just shut
the fuck up cause I know who you really want in charge and what the
fuck you gonna do anyhow. You screwed white boy but you wanted it so
just get that punk white face in that fucking water so we can get it
official."

	Yeah you know what they say about watching what you wish for.  

      Michael was trying to get his thoughts in focus even as he was
thrown back on the cabin floor. Deon and Mustafa were sitting at the
table as Lean finished the bacon. "Owwww."

      "I said be careful bitch, guess you got those matching tits
after all," Deon laughed. "Hey cuz, Is that a fresh bruise gonna be
on white boy's face."

      "The punk got uppity so I had to bitch slap him, isn't that
right, trash?"

      "Yes." It was the life Michael had fantasized but like this?
He wished he had a minuet to figure out the turn of events.

      "Hey bitch serve up those plates so we can eat while hubby
gets under the table."

      "Nasty niggers. I guess everyone gets something in their
mouths this morning." Lean couldn't believe she said that either. It
sounded goofy but it make her weak kneed. God she hoped they made
her say more.

      Lean remembered the drill from day two only as she lap sat
Tyrone and started feeding her lord, this time she was preoccupied
by the action at the next seat.

      Mustafa was pushed back from the table so as not to obscure
the view. The kid was certainly not gay but then 'this' was not
about 'that'. When Tyrone had explained the duties, the kid had
thought it disgusting at first but when the ex-con had relayed the
satisfaction of doing his white bitches in the joint, Mustafa had
started to laugh. The nigger wanted to see for himself if it was
true that white guys wanted 'it'.

      Michael felt it.. The shame. The lust. Tyrone had used a knife
on the tux, not bothering to remove the handcuffs. When Michael had
been exposed, his eyes met Lean's. Mustafa had ordered the new
cuckold to bitch-crawl properly to his place. Tyrone had given him
the appropriate slap across the back of the head to send the wimp to
his duty. Now Michael heard them all as he had his first taste of
nigger cock.

	"Hey Mustafa, does bitch punk good?"

	"You gonna know just as soon as I blow my load."

      "Yeah while make the faggot swallow. I ain't into the messy
shit with no white faggot."

      "Hey Lean, what you say? Think he should swallow or should you
get it in that little cunt for the baby."

      "Oh no Deon. You nigger gods already got me bred proper. I was
prime on my wedding night and I can feel it in me now. I was just
going to ask if we had any pickles and ice cream." Everyone broke up
as the new slut wife continued, "He wants it anyhow. The sick fuck
has a hardon. Miiiiichaelllll, is faggot husband all turned on. I
don't even think I would have seen that pathetic little cock if it
was any smaller. Just drink your breakfast faggot."

      .And so it went. Mustafa was services first and then Deon. By
the time Michael kneeled submissively at the feet of Tyrone and
began to worship his lord's cock, Lean was actively holding the head
of her faggot husband and screaming for the piece of shit to love
the big nigger cock. As Tyrone received his satisfaction and soaked
Michael's face with his reward, both men knew that their destinies
were forever set. All that was required was for time to reveal the
rest of the story.

End of chapter 6
		

Note from the Author.

      Sorry, I hoped to finish the story today but it is not going
to happen. I appreciate all the feedback I have received from
chapters 1-3. Some of the surprises in 4-6 were influenced by the
requests. Too many cooks spoil the soup but I want to be the most
interactive as possible and as always encourage any feedback you
might have on this or any others of my stories at
mkarl@mrdouble.com. My commitment is to respond to any and all who
take the time to voice their thoughts. I will honor all requests
possible and try to give you sneak previews of upcoming directions
and/or sneak previews of unpublished works, so writing does have its
privileges but please help me by being as expressive as you feel
comfortable on what aspects of my stories you want more of or less
of. I write first for myself but I publish for you.

      I had sketched the Ultimate Setup as an open ended five
chapter tale covering a seven day honeymoon but things are changing.
It is quite obvious Michael was a bit of a fool and this Ultimate
Setup has nabbed him as the true 'victim.' Just what the final fate
for the ensnared husband will now be is a mystery to be explored
next time but what can be expected is still known: -day 3 concludes
with beatings for both lucky white bitches and sex for all. -days 4
and 5 see more of the same. -day 6, the beer seams to run out and a
trip to town is in order. -day 7 is the end of the honeymoon but
just who all end up at the new family?

      The story begs for more so expect a fourth installment as to
the life as it continues. Maybe you might already know what happens
to the young newlyweds. Send me a line as I am taking votes but
until I see you again In The Ultimate Setup Volume III, I bid you
farewell for now and encourage you to keep your eyes out for my new
series of Child's Nightmares currently in production at your
favorite story site.

