Chapter Nine:
"Lay down, Sandra. On your back and spread your legs. I want to position
the camera for the best angle."
Sandra lay on her back. She spread her legs apart. Then, on her own
initiative, she pulled her feet up to her buttocks, and angled her knees to the
side. She took her fingers and spread her labia. She held it open.
After manipulating the angle of the camera, Joshua looked through the
viewfinder. He did a double take, and looked directly at Sandra. The position
she had placed herself in was...obscene. His cock started to harden and throb,
as he looked at Sandra's open pink vulva. The position she had chosen...it was
more lewd and degrading than he would have thought of. He didn't realize it, at
least not yet, but he was observing a change in Sandra's state of mind.
Sandra had been going through an emotional and psychological metamorphosis
from the time her attacker broke in, until he explained what he was going to be
doing to her. The video camera had been the proverbial straw.
The change really began when Joshua had his tongue in her rectum. At
first, it was unspeakably perverted to her. She accepted his invading and
probing tongue because she had no power to stop it. She had been compelled to
stand there, spreading her ass open for him, while he raped her asshole with his
tongue. But as she stood there, she had had no choice but to experience the
physical sensations of what he was doing to her. What Joshua had mistaken for
Sandra becoming numb, from the ministrations of his tongue, had really been a
totally concentrated focus by Sandra on those new physical sensations his tongue
was making her feel. She felt it deep inside her. She felt it going where
nothing but her bodily wastes had ever been. It felt...good. She liked it.
He was forcing her to permit this perversion, so it wasn't her fault. She
wasn't responsible, because she was a helpless rape victim. If the things he
did caused her new sensations, or even pleasure, she could allow herself to
enjoy it because it wasn't her fault. It was even kind of funny, in a weird
way: if she derived pleasure from him wanting to stick his tongue in the hole
she shit out of, well, that was his problem!
The very fact that what he was doing was so disgusting, was part of what
made it seem exciting to her. It was also obvious to her that her rape was
going to consist of Joshua using her as he wished, and forcing her to do things.
However, and this was crucial, physical sadism wasn't part of his game
plan. It was certainly evident that he wanted to degrade her. His tonguing of
her ass was such an attempt. He enjoyed doing it because he knew she didn't
want him to do it. But he wasn't interested in hurting her physically. The
only physical abuse had been, in reality, fairly mild, and applied only to
convince her to acquiesce. It was ludicrous, but it was like the old sexist joke
about rape: she might as well lay back and enjoy it. That wasn't really
accurate, though. If she could get away, she would. If she could have talked
him out of it, she would have. However, what was going to happen to her was
beyond her power to prevent.
As she lay there, displaying herself for him, and for the camera, she
admitted something else to herself. He was handsome. His body was sexually
attractive. She had responded to seeing his naked body. He had turned her on,
in spite of the circumstances. In addition to his athletic build, she found the
dark color of his skin arousing. Sandra was excited by both the color and the
size of his penis. She had enjoyed the hardness of it between her hands and
under her fingers. As long as she had no choice, she wanted to touch it again.
Her vagina became wet, as she also realized she wanted to suck the head of his
penis. She wanted to run her tongue up and down the long, dark shaft. She knew
she was going to have to do it.
She shivered at the other turn on: as she was submitting to every obscene
and perverted demand of his, she would simultaneously be doing it for the
camera. The camera would be recording every dirty and disgusting thing they
would be doing. She would also be initiating activities, doing the things she
felt he would want. She would be asking him to do degrading things to her. She
had to do these things, because they were part of the ground rules he had
insisted on. But all that any future viewers of the video would see would be
her very active participation in these disgusting acts. They would be seeing a
white woman fucking a black man in apparent complete abandonment of her
self-control. She shivered again, as she imagined him showing the video to
friends. She could imagine the comments, the cat-calls, and the laughter as he
had his way with the white slut.
She wanted it to happen. She wanted people she didn't know to watch her
degradation. She wanted them to see her nude body. She wanted them to see how
much she wanted his black cock. She wanted them to masturbate their own cocks
as they watched her being fucked. She wanted it all. And she wanted it very
badly.
"OK, Sandra, I think we're ready to get down to business. I'm going to
give you a couple of minutes to think about some of the things I would like to
do you, so you can ask for it. I want you to think about some of the things
that you should be asking to do to me. You're going to be talking to the
camera, Sandra. You're going to be talking to me, whenever I watch this. I may
end up showing this to friends. I want you to be talking to them. Hell, I may
show this to other women, before taking them to bed. Black women would enjoy
seeing a white slut do things that they themselves wouldn't do."
He paused and looked at her.
"Sandra, I might even see about selling this to some porno distributor, to
release as one of those home-made amateur jobs you can buy in porno stores.
What do you think about that? Can you picture a bunch of horny perverts
watching you being fucked by a nigger, beating off as they watch?'
She was startled by how his comment mirrored her own thoughts. Sandra felt
her lubricating juices flowing, as Joshua taunted her.
"Sit up Sandra, and sit on the edge of the bed, facing the camera. That's
right. Now lift your feet up to the bed. Spread your legs apart. Look at the
camera, and tell all those future viewers what you want."
She assumed the position. Without prodding, she opened herself with her
fingers.
Joshua turned the camera on. He gestured for Sandra to begin. After a
slight hesitation, she did
"I want your big black cock, Joshua. I want to feel it inside my pussy.
But first I want to hold it in my hands. I want to make it so hard, it hurts
you. I want to get it so long that it'll fill me up. I want to suck on your
head. I want to give you a blow job. I want to lick your dark, hairy shaft. I
want to smell your cock. I want to lick and smell your heavy black balls. I
want to put your balls in my mouth, and hold them there."
Sandra paused. She had worked herself up. She was almost ready to have an
orgasm right now. She knew if she were to touch her clitoris, she would get off
almost at once.
"I want to kiss your ass. I want to spread your cheeks, and look at your
dark asshole." She paused again, then shocked herself. "I want to lick your
asshole, Joshua. And then I want to put my tongue inside your ass, inside where
your shit comes out."
Joshua couldn't believe it. He didn't believe she was really saying all
this. He couldn't believe how fucking believable she sounded. But she still
wasn't done.
"I want you to sit on my face, and fuck my mouth. When you do, I want to
hold your balls with one hand, and have my finger in your asshole with my other
hand. I want you to put it inside my cunt. I want...I want you to put it in my
asshole, I want you to come inside my asshole."
Joshua was ready. Man, was he ready! Sandra's comments had him stiff as a
board. He walked over to the bed, and into the frame of the camera. He put his
left foot on the bed, next to her. His penis stood straight out, bobbing up and
down.
"Go ahead, Sandra, play with it.
Sandra dragged her fingertips grazingly over the head of his penis. She
ran her index finger around the edge of the head. She cupped his testicles with
her left hand, and with her right hand she guided his penis into her mouth. She
encircled the head with her mouth. She started to suck, making her sucking
noises as loud as she could.
Joshua groaned.
"Suck that motherfucker babe, yeah, suck on that big black dick. You like
that?"
"Yes," Sandra mumbled around the mouthful of head she was sucking.
She pulled her mouth off of it, and began lightly dragging the fingertips
of both hands on the top and bottom of the rigid organ. She switched to the
sides of the black penis, again dragging her fingertips teasingly across it.
She saw a bead of clear fluid seep out of the vertical slit in the head of his
penis. She licked it off with the tip of her tongue.
Joshua was groaning in earnest. He never expected this kind of expertise
from his white victim. Nor had he expected the appearance of so much intense
dedication from her. He began to wonder if it was still just an act, if she was
just only obeying his orders.
Sandra could have told him. She was enjoying looking at his penis. She
enjoyed how large it looked in her small hands. She loved the contrast of his
black skin next to her white skin. She loved the feel of it under her fingers.
She loved the salty taste of his seminal fluid. She loved his rich, musky
smell. She loved anticipating the different ways he would be using it inside her
body. And she loved feeling and hearing him respond to her touch. She didn't
have any choice about what they were doing. But within her helpless surrender
to his demands, she realized she had control over him, too. As she continued to
alternate between masturbating his penis with her hands, and then sucking it,
she moved her left hand under and past his testicles, and searched out his anus.
She found it, and forcefully shoved her finger inside, simultaneously moving her
mouth rapidly back and forth over his shaft, as far as she could get it in her
mouth.
As she put her finger in his ass, he started thrusting back and forth
inside her mouth. Her mouth felt warm and moist and tight around his penis. He
exulted in the knowledge that he was fucking her mouth, at the same time she had
voluntarily put her finger inside his anus. She suddenly pulled her mouth from
his penis. She looked up at him.
"Do you want to come in my mouth?"
Joshua looked down at her through half closed eyes.
"Yes," he groaned. "I want to shoot inside your mouth."
Sandra took him inside her mouth again. She moved it to meet his rhythmic
thrusts. He put his hands on her breasts, rubbing them, and then rolling her
nipples between his fingers. She felt herself getting wetter. She felt him
pick up the pace of his thrusting, and she began to quickly stroke his penis
with one hand, while she rubbed his testicles with the other. She knew he was
on the way. Then she felt him unloading in her mouth. It seemed endless. It
was thick and salty, and she started swallowing it. He started to slow down.
His penis softened within her mouth and her hand. She gently began squeezing,
sucking him dry at the same time. His groans were a continuous, involuntary
accolade to the exquisite blow job she had just given him. He withdrew from her
mouth, and looked down at her.
"Get on the bed."
Sandra climbed on the bed, and laid down on her back. Joshua lay down next
to her to her left. He was still panting from his explosive orgasm.
"Sandra, get on your stomach."
Sandra turned over. Joshua began to rub her buttocks with his right hand.
After a moment, she began to moan, slowly rotating her hips. Joshua was
circling her buttocks with his hand, and he kept moving it closer to her crack.
As he did, her moans became louder. She spread her legs, moving her left leg
over his legs. Joshua smiled, and continued his circling motion, and continued
as well to keep coming close to putting it inside her crack. She moved her hips
faster. She was doing everything but tell him she wanted his hand inside the
dark furrow between her cheeks.
"What do you want, Sandra?"
"Touch me there, please."
"Touch you where, Sandra" he asked mockingly.
"My ass, please, Joshua." And with this, she pulled her left leg off of
him, and drew her legs up as close to her chest as she could. Her ass was now
thrust into the air. She placed her hands on her cheeks, and spread them open.
"Please, Joshua, touch me," she groaned.
"OK, Sandra, stop begging. It's pitiful seeing a white woman begging a
nigger," he said. He exulted in knowing that all this was being recorded. He
didn't know that she felt the same way.
Joshua placed the edge of his large hand between her ass cheeks. His hand
covered the length of her entire crack, from her pubic hair to her anus. He
felt her anus and vulva imprinting themselves against his hand. He felt the
tight of opening of her anus, and at the same time, the softness of her vulva
pushed down by the edge of his hand. He began to press the edge of his hand
even more firmly against her.
Sandra began to moan inarticulately. Joshua didn't have to wonder any
longer. Sandra wasn't acting. She was participating in her own rape. She was
now a willing accomplice to her own degradation. The lascivious sight of her
ass sticking up in the air made his penis start to harden again. He began
rimming her anus with his index finger. Her moans became louder and swifter in
frequency.
"Yes, yes, yes...thank you, please put it in my asshole, please."
"Whatever you want, Sandra." He shoved his finger past her anal opening
and deep into her rectum.
"Oh, god, yes, yes. Your finger feels so good. Push it in all the way,
please." Joshua's penis had begun to throb again. He felt an enormous rush of
power from having this woman responding to his control.
"Don't go anywhere, Sandra. I'll be right back." She groaned in
disappointment, as he withdrew his finger, and got out of the bed.
"I need some vaseline or oil. Do you have any?"
"Yes," she moaned, "in the medicine cabinet." Joshua left the bedroom.
Sandra stayed in the same position, still rotating her hips slowly. She was
continuing to perform for the camera.
Joshua returned with a plastic bottle of baby oil. He kneeled down next to
Sandra's ass. He squeezed some of the oil on his left hand. He dipped his
right index finger into the oil. He rubbed his finger around her puckered anus.
"Hold still, girl," he laughed. Sandra's hip gyrations had picked up
speed, and he wasn't able to keep his finger at the opening. He firmly grasped
her left cheek, to slow her movement. He finished oiling her tight opening. He
began lubricating the inside of her rectum. She continued to moan incoherently.
He finally withdrew his finger. He got behind her.
"You ready for this big black dick in your asshole, babe?"
"Yes!" Her response was half shout, half sob.
He eased the head of his penis against the tight, slick opening. He
smiled, and holding himself with his right hand, began teasing her anus with the
head of his penis.
"Please, please, please," she kept repeating.
"Please what, Sandra?"
"Fuck me, please, Joshua, fuck me."
"Where, babe?" Again, the mocking tone in his voice.
"In my asshole, you bastard, do it, please!"
Joshua continued rimming her anus with his penis, then pushed it steadily
in. Sandra whimpered as she felt it enter her. Joshua stopped pushing, just as
the head was engulfed by her anus. His penis seemed to have run out of room, or
to have encountered some barrier. There was no barrier, however. It was only
the incredible tightness of the opening. He held his cock in place for a
moment. Then with a grunt, he made one quick thrust into the depths of her
rectum. Sandra screamed once, and then began whimpering again, as Joshua
steadily thrust back and forth within the incredibly tight sheath of her anus
and rectum. He kept thrusting, and she kept whimpering and moaning. After a
few thrusts, Sandra began moving her ass back, to meet his oncoming thrusts.
Joshua stopped moving for a minute.
He looked down at his black penis buried inside the white woman's anus.
Joshua felt his penis get even harder, at the realization that his penis was
inside the rectum of the woman he had been lusting after. He raised his left
knee up, and placed his left foot flat on the bed. He moved his right knee
closer to her ass. From the perspective of the video camera, he was poised
behind Sandra. His position made it look as if his black penis was a thick
spear, which he had embedded deep within his victim. From this position, Joshua
began a series of deep, slow penetrations. As he did, he cupped Sandra's left
breast with one hand, squeezing and kneading it. He snaked his other hand under
his thrusting penis, and found her clitoris. He began to rub it, and roll it
between two fingers. Sandra began crying out, the words, if any,
indistinguishable. She began moving her ass frantically, trying to rub her
rectum more intensely against the invading penis, and at the same time to create
even more friction between her clitoris and Joshua's probing fingers.
Sandra's surrender exploded within her. She kept crying out, and moving her
ass back and forth. Joshua couldn't believe how long she kept going, and
suddenly he was unloading into her once again, this time into her rectum. Their
joint thrusts synchronized, as both bodies reached exquisite peaks. Then they
slowed. Then they stopped. Joshua finally withdrew his penis. Sandra slowly
fell over on her side, facing him, eyes closed, softly moaning..
"Damn," Joshua muttered. He lay down on his back. "Come here, girl, " he
said.
Sandra moved next to him, and nestled on her back, under his outstretched
left arm. They lay quietly next to each other. Anyone watching the video would
now see two lovers in post-coital languor.
Joshua was stunned. He had never fucked a woman in the ass. He had never
fucked a white woman. He had never had a woman surrender to him so completely.
Joshua sighed in contentment. He knew they both needed time to recover. He
also knew he needed time to figure out what was next. The night was still
young. He only needed sufficient imagination to use this woman again, in other
ways. They had only just begun.
Sandra was overwhelmed. She had never been fucked in the ass. She had
never been fucked by a black man. She had never surrendered to a man so
totally, with nothing held back.
Sandra's breathing had slowed, down to a normal pace. She felt drained of
every physical resource she had. She didn't know what was next. It didn't
really matter anyway. He would be calling the shots. She sighed softly...
