Chapter Fourteen:
Joshua drove them to her house. During the long drive, there was little
conversation, as both were thinking their own thoughts. Once inside, Joshua sat
down in the living room, and looked around.
"Sit down, Sandra. You must be exhausted."
She looked at him, to see if he was mocking her. His face was impassive.
She sat down.
"So, what's the story about tonight, Joshua?"
"You'll find out when it happens. Just take it easy now. You'll need your
strength."
"Why can't we be together? Haven't I proven I'll do anything you want?"
He looked at her thoughtfully.
"Let me ask you something. What exactly do you want with me? Or from me?
Before that first night together, you looked pretty happy and satisfied. A good
paying job, nice house, your choice of any men you wanted. So what is it you
want from me so badly, that you're willing to be a whore for a bunch of
niggers?"
Sandra stared off into space. That really was the question, wasn't it?
What did she want from him, want so badly that she was literally prostituting
herself?
She began to speak hesitantly.
"The first time I ever...had any type of sex...I was in high school, and my
steady boy friend and I were in his car after a movie. I had figured it was
time to let him get in my pants. Not to fuck, but to...well, I guess it's
called making out. Without going into details, by the time he was really
playing with me...and remember, this is the first time I let anyone touch me
there...once he got me going, he made me come with his fingers. You know what
that feels like to a woman, when it's done right? When a woman comes, when she
really gets off, it's a complete loss of control of herself. You lose control
of your body, you don't control the way you move or the noises you make, or what
you say..." She paused and looked at Joshua. "Do you know what I'm trying to
describe?"
"Sure," he said, smiling. I've seen enough women come. I've sure seen you
come."
She didn't return his smile.
"You don't get it. You see a woman's reaction, but you can't know what it
feels like. From the way you guys are, once you really get going, it's over in
a few seconds. With us, it builds and builds and builds, and once it really
starts with us, it just keeps going."
"OK, " he said contemptuously," you take longer to get off. Big deal."
She shook her head.
"No, it's not just the time aspect. Which you shouldn't be so dismissive
about..."
He interrupted her.
"That's one of the things that turns me on with you, the idea of me making
you horny, you
being such an educated college girl, and all."
"Now you're getting a little closer to it, Joshua. Like I said, it's not
just that women take longer to come than men do. You say you like turning me
on, among other reasons, because I'm educated. Think about it. It gives you a
sense of power to do that to a woman who's more educated than you. It's really
about the power you feel over a woman, isn't it?
He thought about it.
"Yeah, I love the feeling of making a woman do things. Not just things,
but making her responding because of what I can do."
"Well, let me tell you how it is from a woman's standpoint, Joshua. Or at
least from my standpoint. " She paused to carefully consider her words. "When
you raped me that night, you didn't just shove it in. You played with me. You
touched me in places that turn me on. You tried to turn me on. It was rape all
right, rape in the sense that you didn't give me a choice. I had to fuck you.
But you did everything you could to me physically to get me turned on. You
succeeded. I couldn't help myself. That was what really made it rape. Rape is
normally when a man fucks a woman against her will. When you raped me, you
raped my mind and my soul, because you made me enjoy it. You made me want it to
be happening. You were in complete control of me, physically and emotionally.
What made it even worse - and better, too - was that once I knew you were in
control of me, something really bizarre and perverted happened to me. I wanted
you to control me."
She paused again, and Joshua spoke.
"OK, I dig that. That's what happened today with the guys, isn't it? They
were in charge, and you liked them taking control of you."
"Yeah, that did happen today. But you were the one still in control of me,
Joshua. You gave me to them. You gave them control over me. And the same with
Sharkey. You made me his whore. And I did it, because I want you controlling
me. Ever since that first night, I feel like I'm a white slave with a black
slave master. And I want my black master to use me."
"Well, how about this morning, the way you dissed me, babe. This ain't
the same tune you sang then."
"I was wrong, Joshua, I didn't understand how I really felt. I actually
felt emotionally good since the night of the rape. A woman's not supposed to
feel that way after being violated. I thought it must be because in spite of
what you did to me, I had discovered things about sex I liked. But I was wrong.
I felt good because you had mastered me. And it's a weird contradiction, maybe,
but I've felt free for the first time in my life, knowing that there was a man
in control of me. That's what I want from you, Joshua, I want you to be my
master. I want you to do everything you feel like with me. If you want to give
me to your friends, OK. If you want me to be a whore, OK. If you want to give
me to strangers on the street, OK. But it's because you're making me do it,
Joshua, it's not because I want those other men." She hesitated and looked at
him. "This will sound fucked, Joshua. I think this is love. I think I love
you."
Joshua looked at her.
"So, you're saying there are no limits to what I could do to you, that
would change your feelings?"
Sandra sighed.
"Well, I don't like physical pain, Joshua. I'm not masochistic, or
anything. That would be something I wouldn't willingly do for you. But as far
as anything else...there's no kind of sex or degrading thing that I wouldn't be
willing to do for you. Why don't you accept that? Why don't you just use me."
Joshua stared at her.
"Isn't that what I've been doing today? I've forced you to pull a train,
for a bunch of niggers. I've had you be a whore, fucking men so your pimp could
make money."
"Joshua, you've been doing that just to punish me. I want you to make me
do things because it gives you pleasure."
"Girl, you're crazy if you don't think I had a good time seeing you get
turned on, "in spite" of yourself, by taking black cocks in every hole you've
got!"
Sandra blushed.
"But that's not why you did it, is it?"
"Sandra, what the fuck difference does it make? I did enjoy it."
Sandra's eyes teared up.
"So you'll use me? You'll let me serve you?" She paused. "Will you be
my master?" she asked, with an almost shy expression on her face.
Joshua leaned forward. He stared intently at her.
"I want you to be my...thing. My property. But you better beware, Sandra.
You'll probably end up doing things you don't want to be doing."
"I know, Joshua, but as long as it gives you pleasure, there will always be
a real sense in which I do want to do those things."
Joshua leaned back in the chair.
"Let me tell you something, Sandra. Until just this moment I was really
pissed off at you. The thing scheduled for tonight, that was going to be more
punishment. It's something that you really wouldn't want to do. Take my word
for that, babe. But now, well, now my dick is throbbing, just thinking about
you doing this thing tonight, doing it just because I want you to. "
He leaned forward again.
"I mean it, Sandra. Tonight will be awful. Are you still willing to do
it?"
"How will it be so awful, Joshua?"
"You'll be treated like a piece of meat, babe. You talk about doing
degrading things, well, that's exactly what will happen tonight. You'll be used
and embarrassed and humiliated."
Sandra leaned forward, with an eager look on her face.
"Will it turn you on, Joshua. Will you enjoy seeing all this happening to
me?
Joshua looked at her and smiled.
"I would love seeing all this happen to your white ass."
Sandra stood up.
"I'll do it Joshua, I'll do it for you. I'll do anything for you.
But...would you do something for me?"
"What?"
"Would you punish me, Joshua?"
"Punish you? How?"
"However you would feel like doing it, Joshua. I was bad to you this
morning. I should be punished for it."
"Didn't I punish you by getting you gang-banged? Haven't I punished you by
turning your fancy white ass into a whore?"
She went over to Joshua, and squatted on her heels in front of him. She
peered intently into his face, to emphasize her next words.
"I liked it when those men fucked me, Joshua. I liked sucking their cocks.
I liked it when they put their cocks in my cunt and my asshole. I liked putting
my tongue inside Rashid's ass, and tasting his shit. I liked being in that
hotel room, and letting those strangers fuck me, Joshua. I liked it because you
were making me do all those things. Just like I know I'll like tonight, because
you want me to do whatever it is, and you'll be enjoying it. No, Joshua, you
haven't punished me today."
Joshua took a deep breath, and stood up.
"Get undressed, bitch. Let's go into the bedroom. I want to see that naked
white body."
They went into the bedroom.
Sandra took off her clothes. As she removed her panties, Joshua held his
hand out. She handed the panties to him. He sniffed at them.
"Smells like you've been used, bitch. Go get a couple of pair of panty
hose, Sandra."
Sandra got him the panty hose.
"Face down on the bed, bitch."
Sandra got in bed and laid face down. She spread her legs, because it made
her feel more submissive and vulnerable.
Joshua used the panty hose to tie her hands to the corners of the bed's
head-board. Sandra felt a delicious thrill of fear and anticipation.
Joshua sat on the bed by her side, facing towards her feet. He put his left
arm around her, and under her body, and held her firmly in place. He gently
began to run his hand over her ass. Sandra started to moan.
He put his finger inside her asshole, doing it roughly.
Sandra gave a little scream, but started to move her ass around his finger.
Joshua pushed his finger as far as it would go.
Sandra moaned in real pain.
"This a little bit sore, maybe from all those black cocks that have been in
your back door?"
"Yes, Joshua, it hurts. Those cocks were too big for my hole."
Joshua grinned at the almost little girl tone of this sophisticated white
woman's voice.
Joshua removed his finger from her anus.
"Your wish is my command, babe. I sure wouldn't want to hurt you."
Joshua and Sandra were both silent and motionless.
CRACK!
Joshua had slapped her ass.
Sandra would have jumped in pain, but she was held motionless, except for
clenching her toes. She moaned.
CRACK!
Sandra cried out this time.
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
Sandra was now crying. Joshua's hands had left red imprints on her white
ass cheeks.
"OK, Joshua, thank you, that's enough.."
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Sandra screamed each time his hand came down. Tears were streaming down
her cheeks.
"Please, baby, no more. It really hurts me."
"OK, Sandra, just take it easy. Does this make it feel better?" Joshua
gently put his finger on her anus, and began softly rimming the tight ring. He
felt her buttocks relax. He inserted his finger into her asshole, and unlike
the time before, he gently circled it around the confines of her rectum. Sandra
began a steady moaning as Joshua continued the movements of his invading finger.
CRACK!
Sandra screeched in shock and pain.
Joshua softly laughed.
"You wanted to be punished.'
Sandra cried.
CRACK!
Sandra screamed again. She cried more.
"You said you wanted to give me pleasure. Well, I sure enjoy hitting your
helpless white whoring ass." He paused. In a gentle voice, he said "May I put
my finger inside your asshole again?"
"Yes," she sobbed.
Once again, Joshua rimmed her puckered anus, and then again resumed
rotating his finger within her rectum. He pulled his finger out, and reached it
to her face.
"Suck it, babe"
Sandra began sucking his finger. She tasted herself, and felt herself
beginning to get wet, despite her painfully throbbing ass cheeks. Her sobs
began to slow down.
Joshua removed his arm from under her. He got behind her on the bed. He
gently pushed her spread legs up to her chest. Her ass was now elevated once
again.
Joshua tenderly put the tip of his tongue on her anus, and began rimming
her.
Sandra moaned, but in pleasure this time, at the delicious sensation of the
probing tongue.
Joshua then fucked her asshole with his tongue.
The sound of her constant moaning was music to his ears. He had surprised
himself by how much he had enjoyed spanking her white ass. Now, just that
quickly, she was sexually responding to his tongue. His cock surged as he
realized once again the complete and utter power he had over this desirable
white woman.
He removed his tongue from her ass. He spread her cheeks, and pushed his
penis into her now drenched vagina, and began driving it vigorously in and out.
He never seemed to get tired of the sight of her ass in the air, with a massive
black cock in one of her holes, whether it was his or someone else's.
She began to make mewling, gasping sounds, and this quickly brought him to
forcefully unload inside her. Sandra began to scream at the same time. But
this time, they weren't screams of pain...
