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Laine Meets KarmaHey Laine, where’s the stock listing on the erectile dysfunction meds? I asked you for it over two hours ago, and haven’t seen you lift a finger yet. Princess, if you want to make the money you’ll be making as a pharmacist, you need to learn that you have to actually work for it,” Ray scolded his freshman year employee.”Dammit, I didn’t get into Pharmacy College so I’d have to work for a nigger,” Laine thought as she walked to the shelves to perform this latest mundane task that Ray, her supervisor, had her doing now. “Erectile dysfunction meds listing…he probably only wants me doing it because he needs them himself and likes the idea of me handling cock medicine. Fucking nigger wants my perfect white body, just like all of them.”Laine had been the typical small-town high school princess…cheerleader, student council vice-president, prom queen in both her junior and senior years, and had taken the right classes and scored good if not outstanding grades, and due to her beauty and firm, tight figure that she loved to show off, had all the male teachers (as well as a couple of the females) wrapped around her finger. She could do no wrong in the eyes of the administration, often wearing skirts or low-cut blouses (with the accompanying push-up bra to accentuate her naturally perky breasts) that were clearly in violation of the dress code, yet she never even got a warning. During her junior year, she was caught drunk while cheering at a football game, but barely received a slap on the wrist. Most any other student would have been suspended from school and kicked off the cheerleading squad. But not Laine… she was little Miss Blue Jay, and she knew it. At 5’7,” weighing 115 pounds and measurements of 34c-20-32, Laine was always very popular with the boys. Long, sandy blonde hair with big brown eyes and a flirtatious nature rounded out the appeal. She had a couple of boyfriends, but neither of them ever reached the “promised land,” instead having to settle for the occasional hand job. She didn’t date the typical jock that one would normally assume a girl like herself would either, instead dating boys, who while they weren’t unattractive, were certainly not in her league. They were easier to manipulate, treated her like the diva-princess-goddess she fancied herself to be, and would be more than happy to settle for her doing nothing more than jacking them off. Laine wasn’t going to give her precious pussy to just some silly farm boy with no dreams beyond their little piss-ant town, she was saving that for the rich doctor or lawyer she was sure she’d meet after starting college. When she spoke with the admissions counselor at the Pharmacy College, she made sure to dress provocatively, but not too slutty. It worked like a charm, and like every man she’d dealt with in high school, he was putty in her hands. He knew he could secure her a job at a pharmacy less than two miles from the richest, ritziest country club in the city. “With your class and demeanor, you’ll be a perfect fit there… and you’ll be servicing very influential people in the process. If you charm them half as much as you’ve charmed me, you should do very well for yourself,” he had encouraged her.So little Laine was set. She had gotten into Pharmacy College, secured a job in the best possible area for what she was seeking, and had managed to keep her cherry ripe for just the right man. Preferably a rich older man who wouldn’t live long, or last long inside her once she finally spread her legs for him. She left high school and the little shithole town she had spent her whole life in determined to get what she deserved. She was going to get just that, but unfortunately for her it wasn’t what she had always dreamed of.Laine looked up at the clock, and to her gratefulness saw that she was only fifteen minutes from being able to leave work for the night. She just needed to muddle through counting the bottles on the shelf a little longer, and she could go home and get away from the wretched little hellhole she worked in. Laine had chosen to become a pharmacist not for any intense desire to help people, unless you counted her among those she wanted to help. She went into it because of the high income she would make immediately after graduating, and the opportunity to have contact with all the rich doctors with whom she would have an association. She actually couldn’t stand being cooped up in a tiny room all day, dealing with sick assholes or in the case of what she was doing now, horny old perverts who couldn’t even get their miserable little cocks hard on their own. Every time she had to dispense Viagra or Cialis or some other aid, she looked with disgust and revulsion at their recipients. “But it’s a means to an ends,” she thought so she continued “degrading” herself. She was going to soon learn what true degradation actually meant. Adding to her displeasure about her job was the fact that the man who had originally interviewed and hired her for pharmacy tech had suffered a heart attack soon afterwards and retired. He wasn’t exactly someone for whom Laine was eager to work, basically a crabby old fart with no apparent sense of humor, but he was at least white. When she arrived for her first day of work and learned that her new boss was a black man in his fifties, she felt physically ill. Having spent her life in a rural town, she grew up feeling that anyone who wasn’t white was naturally inferior to her, but especially blacks, and especially black men. They were barely above apes in her opinion, only wanting to eat and breed. Breed white women preferably, and she could never understand how so many white women were willing to lower themselves into being involved with a nigger. There were a handful of black students that she had been in high school with, all good students from good families, and if Princess Laine had bothered to get to know any of them, her opinion would have changed. Instead, she chose to make their lives hell for four years by writing graffiti on not only their lockers, but their homes as well. She hated leaving for the city, knowing that she would have to be around more niggers on a daily basis than she’d ever even seen in her life, but she knew she had to endure that to get to her ultimate prize. That prize was going to be rewarded to her within the hour, though she didn’t know it yet and wouldn’t have considered it a prize if she had.Seven o’clock! Laine was done for the night and could get the hell out of here finally. She handed the listing over to Ray, who thanked her and told her to be careful driving back to campus. Though she was a difficult little girl, and obviously prejudiced (though because he was her boss, she was smart enough not to show it), Ray was concerned about her safety. The drive from the pharmacy back to campus was not a good one, going through a particularly depressed area of the city and heavy with crime. A young, beautiful girl like Laine was a prime target for many of the gang members who roamed the streets looking for sex, or d**gs, or both. Ray didn’t wish any ill upon Laine, or think badly of her racist, diva-like tendencies, instead he had a sort of sympathy for her and her small-town roots that had undoubtedly had a hand in shaping her personality. In another setting, Ray thought, she might have been an incredible young lady. Laine said goodnight and thanked him for his concern, but thought to herself that the big dumb ape could give a shit about her safety, and if he did it was only because he wanted to be able to continue to leer at her perfect face and body everyday. She had no doubt that he went home every night and jacked off to some sick, twisted porn movie playing in his head, in which she was the star (as if she could be anything else). The idea sickened her, but she knew that she’d have to endure it until she could figure out a way to get him fired on sexual harassment charges. She left the pharmacy and braved the frigid January night. The city was in the middle of an arctic blast, and temperatures had nose-dived to highs of only 5 degrees. Of course, that was during the afternoon. By the time Laine left for home, it was dark and the temperature was below zero. She hurried to her car and prayed that it started, as she was much too busy and important to bother with having her car checked out before winter began. It had been acting up lately, but Laine figured that was simply because it was just a lousy BMW and not the Lexus that she had wanted for graduation. The car started, but not without protest. Laine let it warm up for only a minute before leaving for campus. She hated the drive ahead of her, but it was the most direct route between her destinations. When she had started the job it wasn’t as bad; the days were longer, so as a result her drive home was made while the sun was still up. But as the days shortened and the time change occurred, she was forced to drive through the ghetto in the dark. Every night, groups of dangerous predators roamed the streets, waiting for their chance to pounce on highly desirable prey such as herself. The ever-pervasive noise that the niggers called music blasted the area and assaulted her senses; she never understood why so many white suburban k**s, and even a few from her own rural town, embraced it as if it was their own. Laine turned her laboring SC 430 onto the “trail of terror” and began her final 7 miles towards campus. No more than a mile and a half in, her car began lurching and sputtering. “Oh fuck you, bitch…you aren’t breaking down on me here,” she scolded the convertible. But the car had other ideas, continuing to hit and miss more frequently. If our little heroine had simply spent the extra ten dollars it would have cost to have the anti-freeze checked during her last oil change, there would not have been an issue. But fate had other ideas for Laine, and her desire to save a tekirdağ escort few bucks for a couple more drinks later that night was now going to cost her a considerable amount more. The Lexus lurched forward once more, then decided it could go no further. The frustrated, doomed princess managed to guide the non-responsive “lemon” onto a dark, empty parking lot. She rummaged through her purse and found her cell phone, intent on calling one of the many frat boys from school that were always fawning over her in the hopes of gaining favor. The phone was dead. Too drunk the night before, she had forgotten to plug the charger in and now was cutoff from reaching anyone who could have saved her. “Fuck me! Goddamn useless piece of Jap shit, how come I have to plug the fucking thing in once a fucking week?!” These were the sorts of things, like having to wait the extra ten minutes for an anti-freeze check that Princess Laine could not be bothered with. Life is just not fucking fair… shit like this should not happen to a girl like me. Life may not be fair, but karma was about to pay Laine back, in full and beyond. She spied an approaching vehicle through the windshield; it looked like a tow truck. Laine prayed that it was from out of the area, and not one from any of the garages here in niggertown. She flashed her lights to get the driver’s attention and to her relief, the truck slowed and pulled into the lot.”Thank God, now let’s just hope the driver is greasy white trash and not some fucking porch monkey who gained the ability to operate a truck,” she mumbled. Her heart sank when the driver exited his vehicle. A large nigger, well over six feet and close to three hundred pounds approached her. He had that dumb expression with a huge smile on his barely human face as most every other black man had. Laine wasn’t looking forward to speaking with him, but knew she had to in order to get rid of him and wait for some civilized white person to come along. Even if they weren’t civilized, it would beat having to depend on an a****l for help. She hit the button and lowered her window (the electric was still working), but only a few inches. “Hiya babe, car fucking you up tonight? Not a good night to get broke down, ‘specially in this part of the hood. Could be trouble for a little white girl like you.”No shit, banana eater, she thought. She mustered all the courtesy she could, hoping to dispatch of him quickly.”Yeah, I guess I must have a leak in the radiator. I just had the anti-freeze checked this fall, and it was full and good,” she lied. “I’ve already gotten hold of someone though and they’re on their way to get me.””Does this someone have a tow for your car too? ‘Cuz if I was you honey, I sho’ wouldn’t leave a nice thing like this sit here overnight. It’ll be gone come mo’nin. The thugs down here be all over this and have it chopped and sold off in no time.” Fuck me, I found one with the ability to think. Now what the fuck do I tell him? Just my fucking luck, shit like this is always happening to me. And I’m not now, nor ever will be, your “honey”. How dare you speak to a white goddess like me that way.”Oh I’m sure it’ll be ok,” she began, “I’ll make sure it’s locked and the alarm’s set, so it’ll be good for a few hours. But thanks for your concern, I appreciate it.” “C’mon now miss. You really think a fine ride like this gonna be ok down here? Lemme give you a tow to my partner’s place, he let you put it up there tonight and get it all fixed up fo’ ya. You can call yo’ ride and tell him to meet you there, and in da mo’nin yous can come back to pick it up. Be good as new by then.” Laine considered it. She despised the idea of depending on a nigger for help, and the thought of having to ride with him back to the garage where there were sure to be a whole herd of apes was too horrible to even imagine. On the other hand, the garage would have a phone that actually worked (provided the numbfuck nigger owner paid his bill), and she could call someone to get her from there. She concluded that the chances of another ride, a white ride, coming along in this weather and in this area were almost non-existent and decided to lower herself to accepting aid from this sub-human offering it to her.”Yeah, I guess you’re right. Besides it’s getting cold in here already and it’s gonna be a while before my ride can get here. I’ll go back to your friend’s and call from there because the first call killed my cell too. I hope your truck’s warm.”Laine sealed her fate with those words. Chapter IIShe got out and entered his truck, which was indeed toasty warm. Not as warm as the environment she would soon be in, but she was thankfully unaware of what her ultimate destiny was to be. The driver, Jamal, jumped in next to her and moved the truck into place to hook her royal chariot up and take it to its final destination. His huge frame filled the cab of the truck and Laine unpleasantly noticed that he was only inches from touching her, even though she was as far over in her seat as she could be. He even smells different from a white person, but all apes do, she thought.Jamal exited the truck once it was in place and began hooking her Lexus up. While he was doing this, Laine could see him on the phone, presumably letting his contact know he was bringing in some business. He was indeed saying just that, but it wasn’t the kind of business Laine thought. He finished up outside, climbed back in and started to the garage. It wasn’t far; only five minutes. It was to be the final five minutes of Laine’s dignity, her dreams, her virginity. The truck turned into a lot with a dingy, rundown building that only passed for a garage in that there were several broken down, rusty cars parked around it.Yeah, this clown is really going to be able to fix my car.Jamal gave a short honk to the horn, and the lone overhead door opened. He backed the truck up, moving carefully to get the Lexus into the garage. Once in, he lowered the car and it was unlatched from the truck, and Jamal pulled into an empty spot. The two passengers exited the truck and entered the garage, Laine just wanting to find a phone and get out of here as quickly as she could. She was physically ill at the company of one nigger, and now there was a second to deal with. She was too self-involved to feel fear, which is what she should have felt.Laine didn’t even get to ask where the phone was before it began. Jamal pushed in behind her, and she felt his hands on her arms, pinning them to her sides. She was unable to even move them due to his huge frame and powerful grip. He pushed her into the garage, towards the back. From around the corner, six other niggers appeared, in addition to the owner whom she had seen opening the door. While not all as big as Jamal, they still were much larger than little Laine, little white Laine who was now their toy for the night…or as long as they wanted to keep her. “What the fuck are you doing?!? Let me go, you fucking stupid gorilla! I swear to God I’ll have you all put away for life if you don’t let me out of here right fucking now,” Laine ordered her captor.Jamal just laughed and said, “You dumb white cunt. Nobody knows you’re here, the street was empty. When your friend shows up, he won’t even see your car, and figure you got it going and were too rude to call and tell him not to come get you. Typical for a little cunt like you, don’t think ’bout nobody but yourself. So just settle in, you gonna be here for a while. The more you fight, the harder it gonna be on you…and it gonna be a hard time to begin with.”Laine felt her coat being removed, and saw it thrown onto the greasy floor. It had cost her parents over five hundred dollars and was now ruined. Her blouse was torn off of her, then her pants were cut with an eight-inch blade and removed. She was left only in her customary push-up bra and thong, along with her heels. The coldness of the garage hit her then, it was not well heated and couldn’t have been more than forty-five degrees. She stood shivering from cold and fear while the group of men looked at her well-toned body, knowing it was now theirs to violate and degrade as the pleased. “Hell yeah, look at this little white ho’s body! Gawdamn it’s fuckin’ tight. This gonna be a fun little piece of ass boys!” Jamal encouraged his gang. The men gathered closer to Laine, circling around her like vultures. They began to grope her, feeling her breasts, her ass, thighs and pussy. Though still in her bra and thong, they didn’t cover much or provide protection and she could feel the roughness of their calloused hands rubbing against her velvet-smooth skin. She was too terrified to even cry, much less move or attempt escape. Besides, where the hell would she go in sub-zero weather and basically nude? She felt her bra being pulled off, and her supple, firm breasts were exposed fully to the men. She moved her arms to cover herself, but they were violently moved away by Jake, the owner. The look of pure hatred and rage in his eyes said enough, Laine did not try to cover herself again. Jake began squeezing and pinching her nipples, and not in the gentle way her two high school lovers had. His hands were forceful and strong, and intent on inflicting pain. The former prom queen winced in pain as he twisted and pulled her already hard tits.”Fuck, this white bitch already gettin’ hot for us niggas… look how hard those titties be,” he exclaimed. To Laine’s horror, her nipples were hard, but she knew that was largely due to the cold temperature of the garage and not to the heat Jake imagined inside her body. Jake continued to assault her breasts, while Jamal reached between her legs and began pushing the strap of her thong inside her. His finger was nearly as big as her first boyfriend’s cock had been, and she could feel it probing her labia, but not quite entering her vagina. The thin material of her thong tekirdağ escort bayan had entered her cunt though, and she could feel it rubbing against her inner walls, not unpleasantly she realized. Laine had masturbated frequently, but only used her fingers and was now experiencing what it felt like to have someone else manipulate her pussy. She was both revolted and excited by it. The others watched, waiting for their turn. Jake and Jamal continued their “foreplay,” such as it was, while Laine was becoming weaker to her imminent **** by the moment. Jamal removed her thong, leaving her fully exposed at last. Laine’s pussy was completely bare, not from shaving but from waxing. There was no stubble or razor burns, just a perfectly smooth, bald white pussy on display. Jamal and Jake took positions on either side of the defenseless girl and picked her up by her thighs, exposing her moistening cunt to the rest. The moved her over to the back corner of the garage, where several devices that looked nothing like Laine had seen before were waiting. They certainly didn’t look like things needed to work on cars, but the naïve girl was clueless as to what else they might be. For the time though, she was forced to her knees on the concrete floor. Eight pairs of pants dropped almost simultaneously, exposing eight jet-black cocks already hard and ready to be served. None of them were shorter than nine inches, and Jamal’s was the monster at eleven and a half. Laine felt dizzy and nauseous at what she knew now there was no escape from. Tears welled in her eyes as she began to understand the depth of her danger. The men moved closer to her, forming a tight circle from which there was no escape. Hard cocks began brushing against her face, cheeks, in her hair, across her lips. Laine had only given hand jobs in the past; the very idea of putting a dick in her mouth was revolting. The tears now flowed freely down her cheeks and she made one last pitiful, useless plea.”Please sir,” she asked Jamal. “Please let me go. I promise to God I won’t say a word to anyone about this. Just please don’t do this to me, I’m a virgin and I’ve always sworn that it would only be for my husband. Please don’t do this, I’ve always been a good girl who never has hurt anyone or anything so please don’t hurt me sir.” Jamal just laughed. He had no doubt that this little white bitch had spent her life looking down on and ridiculing people of color, and now she was going to pay the price. Jamal had no issue with white people, but he did take issue with racists. This stupid cunt had racist written on her head so big he could see it from down the street when he first spotted her broken down car. It was time she was put in her place.”Too late for that, bitch. Your ass is ours now, for as long as we want it. You’re gonna come to love these big nigger cocks so much that no little white boy will ever please you again. By morning you’ll be begging us to fuck you non-stop day and night.”Laine began to sob completely now, knowing her fate was sealed. Her crying caused her mouth to open, but not for long as Jamal’s cock seized the opportunity and slid between her lips. Princess Laine was tasting a cock for the first time, but not for the last by a long shot. It was oily and rather bland she thought, but smelled god-awful. Someone, she didn’t know who, grabbed the back of her head and held it in place on the thick, powerful cock forcing its way deeper into her mouth. Still crying, she felt her hands being held as well so that she had no way to fight back against her oral r****g. Inch by inch, Jamal continued to penetrate her mouth, until he had a full seven inches in. Laine was resisting the urge to gag, but still did choke up quite a bit of spit and phlegm occasionally. It drooled from her mouth and chin, giving the appearance of a person who’s salivating over a delicious meal. Having never given a blowjob before, much less been mouth-****d, Laine was having a hard time learning how to breathe with a cock in her mouth. She was also beginning to sob, which didn’t help her oxygen situation any. She felt strong black hands on her head, holding it against her will on the sausage dinner she was being force-fed, and couldn’t understand why this was happening to a perfect little angel such as herself. The other men began rubbing their hard cocks over her face, adding to her humiliation. Their words drove home the point even more.”Fuck, look at that white cunt drooling over that fuckin’ nigger cock! They’re all fucking born to worship our shit!” Damn straight, b*o! Bitch always wanted a real man down her lily-white throat, teach her proper how to serve cock.” Jamal quit thrusting as hard, and Laine began to feel relieved. But instead of withdrawing, he held his cock completely down her throat, balls resting on her chin. Laine began to fear she was going to suffocate, and did begin to lose her grip on consciousness some.”This must have been what that guy in “Alien” felt like when that thing was on his face,” Laine reasoned. She knew that like the face-hugger in the film, her r****t was going to plant his seed in her stomach as well. Confirming her fear, Jamal began pumping his white-hot black seed down little Lainey’s throat. It felt like swallowing a loogie, but she had no choice. She could feel the slimy love nectar flowing down her esophagus, into her stomach. Since Jamal was deep in her throat, she had no idea how it tasted; that would occur soon enough though. The big black man continued pouring his seed into the helpless girl, eight huge streams followed by four lesser ones. When he was finally done, Laine had ingested nearly three-quarters a cup of nigger cum. She could feel it sloshing in her belly, but she was far from being done.Jamal pulled out, and the other men picked Laine up and carried her to a steel work stand, placing her on top of it. They lay her on her back, none too gently, with her legs at one end and her head hanging off the other end so that the world was upside down to her. The low temperature in the garage made the steel as cold as ice, and Laine was nude upon it. Her body went almost immediately numb. The table was just long enough for her torso, with her legs hanging off the end. Jake stepped in front of her, and took over where Jamal had left off in face-fucking the girl. The mucous and saliva that Laine had drooled up from her first encounter was now running back down to her face, and she could feel it being covered slowly from the slimy mixture. The new black cock sliding down her throat wasn’t as long as the first, but it was still nine inches and thicker, almost as thick as Laine’s own wrist. Her mouth struggled to stretch wide enough to accommodate the girth of its new invader. Now the tears flowed freely from Laine’s eyes, she knew she was doomed. She dared to look up, and saw two huge, hairy balls as dark as pitch resting on her nose. She forced her eyes closed again, but too late to block the image that was now burned into her mind for eternity. It was only the first of hundreds of times she would have the same view, but she didn’t know that yet. Jake began pumping her throat as Jamal had, but he was much more forceful due to her more accommodating position. Our princess was learning however; she did manage to learn to inhale through her nose when her lover withdrew and she had a brief second to get air before his balls covered her nose again. As she felt his thrusts, she began a rhythm with him in order to breathe and ease the pain of having her throat expanded. “Mmmmmm fuck, little bitch really getting’ into this shit now niggas! Look how she movin’ her head for me… she startin’ to learn to like it!,” the garage owner enthusiastically noted.”I’m not fucking enjoying this you fucking nigger asshole r****t…and when I get out of here, you’re all going to prison until you rot. I hope you get the same fucking treatment in there, and you will since I’m a precious white princess and you’re nothing but a****ls.” But even as Laine thought this, she felt her body betraying her. Her lower regions were growing warm, warmer than they ever had in the past with her high school boys. She couldn’t understand how a **** could be turning her on, especially one at the hands of niggers. She prayed that it was just something she had eaten, but even as she did, she felt her hips begin to grind from side to side, with a little up and down action mixed in. This was not lost on her audience. “OHHHHHHHHHH fuck bitch! Look at this shit now! She pumpin’ her hips, she ready to be bred!””It’s time then. Get ready for yo’ first nigger fucking bitch. If yo’ lucky you’ll get a black baby the very first time.”Chapter IIIUpon hearing those words, the gyrations and grindings of Laine’s hips transformed into bucking and fighting for an escape. She was too late though, as two of her captors each grabbed her kicking legs and placed cuffs on them. Attached to each cuff was a chain of about two feet, and the ends of each chain were then attached to anchors above the table. Her perfect ass was just at the edge of the bench. At her other end, her hands were simultaneously cuffed while a larger cuff was put into place around her neck, immobilizing the girl completely. She was now restrained, spread eagle and defenseless against anything her tormentors wished to do. Jake resumed his mouth ****, while another of the group proceeded between her previously un-opened thighs. He eyed her hairless slit approvingly, not even realizing that he would be the first to enter it. Laine felt his cock head press against her soft pink lips and knew that her deflowering was going to take place in a cold garage, against her will, from the cock of a nigger. She sobbed uncontrollably while gagging on Jake’s cock. She felt the head penetrate her and it felt like it had to be a telephone pole entering her. She tried to scream, escort tekirdağ but it was of course muffled and the end result was only more phlegm and saliva exiting her mouth to coat her face. The invading cock was thicker than either Jake’s or Jamal’s and Laine felt as though she was being split in two on it. Further it pressed in until it reached her thin hymen, at which point her first lover realized his good fortune.”Holy shit! This cunt’s still a virgin… I’m gonna break this little bitch’s cherry!” He didn’t see the need for gentleness, thrusting forward in a fast, savage burst of fury. He ripped open her final barrier with ease, and plunged into Laine’s vagina completely. Laine felt searing pain from inside, the most intense pain she had ever felt before. She prayed that she would drown or suffocate from the face **** she was receiving rather than endure the pain and degradation of what was happening to her. No such mercy would befall her though, she had finally come face-to-face with karma, and her appropriate fate was upon her. Clinging to the last of her sanity, she finally realized that her attitudes and actions throughout her life had brought her to this place. She felt the pain begin to go from searing to a dull ache, and then a warmness spreading from inside her cunt and traveling up her body. She ceased her struggles, and began to fuck back on the cock inside her, but still hating herself for that act. Her partner didn’t last long at that point, and filled her womb with his hot cum. Laine’s orgasm began as she felt the first shot of baby batter being released. After the first man pulled out, he was replaced immediately. Laine felt another black cock enter her but this time she accepted it willingly. She immediately began pumping it for more of that delicious cream, wanting to feel it deep within her again. Jake finally came, letting a thick stream of cum splatter her face and open mouth, which was greedy to learn what nigger nectar must taste like. Her countenance resembled nothing of the prom photos and cheerleading pictures of the past; instead it had taken on the look of a cum-hungry whore. Yet another man replaced Jake, and Laine greedily sucked his cock into her starving mouth, still fucking hard against the cock inside her pussy. Her mind was far enough gone at this point that it didn’t even occur to her that her fertile womb was unprotected; she had never taken birth control at all. She only craved to be filled again with hot semen; the feeling was beyond words. Soon enough, she was granted her wish and her womb was flooded again with millions of potent swimmers. Now Jamal, rested from his first encounter with the princess, was ready again. He stepped between her legs and instructed the man at Laine’s head to unclasp her and let her see what was going to be inside her.Laine saw the nearly foot-long fuck log between Jamal’s legs and didn’t feel terror; instead she had great anticipation. She had to feel that inside her, to make her complete.”Oh my god…please master, stick it in me. I want that nigger meat to fill my white cunt up, to squirt its cum deep inside me. I’m its slave, and I’ll serve it however it wants me to serve. Please fuck my white body… it’s yours now.” Jamal chuckled, knowing that this would be the case. He pressed the head against her lips, sliding it in not without resistance (this was only the third cock to enter her), but with some ease due to two loads of cum and Laine’s own juices lubricating her. He continued forward, feeling the tightness of her cunt contracting around his massive head, pressing deeper into her, inch by inch. At seven inches he felt the opening to her cervix… he continued deeper. Laine felt the walls of her cervix being opened, and moved her hips forward to let the invader in more. The pitiful girl moaned in ecstasy and knew she had to feel Jamal’s cock completely inside her, balls deep. Ten inches in, Jamal didn’t think he could go any deeper until Laine gave one more forward thrust with her hips, pulling the final inch and a half into her womb. She could finally feel his ping-pong sized balls resting against her ass cheeks. Jamal had fucked many women, but none who had ever been able to take him this deep. He began fucking the slut, determined to coat her ovaries with his sperm. Princess Laine fucked back on his massive ebony log, her mind sliding further into lust-filled insanity. She begged the other men to join in on her degradation.”Please…please, my black masters…let me have more nigger cock! I need you all!”Not wanting to deny their newfound prize of her natural desires, three eager volunteers stepped forward and Laine found herself with a cock in each hand, while a third was placed into her starving mouth. She stroked and sucked the three love wands with a passion she had never felt before. Still, the focus of her attention was on the delicious piece of black sausage hitting the back of her womb and she continued to buck feverishly against Jamal. Knowing that she had been conquered and would offer no further resistance, he unclasped her legs from their restraints. On cue, Laine wrapped her legs around the big man’s torso in an attempt to pull him into her even deeper. Her cunt was beyond the point of merely dripping; a steady stream of pussy juice was coming from her love canal. Jamal continued pumping the new black cockslut for another ten minutes, and then he couldn’t hold back any longer. A huge blast of baby batter erupted from his cock, and immediately filled her womb completely. Upon feeling that first stream inside her, Laine began to orgasm uncontrollably, her juices squirting from her fuck hole and coating Jamal’s thighs. She worked the inner muscles of her vagina around his cock, determined to milk as much cum into her womb as she could. He in turn continued to flood her insides, and her small frame couldn’t hold it all, his cum joined her continued ejaculate and formed a puddle beneath the two lovers. Princess Laine… prom queen, cheerleader, promising student with the world at her feet and her future wide open… that girl ceased to exist the moment she began to cum on that black cock. Jamal pulled out of her and ordered her to be placed in the swing, which would allow them access to all three of her holes simultaneously. The rest of the night, Laine was repeatedly triple fucked by the group. She took multiple loads of cum from all the men, in each of her holes. During her ass fuckings from Jamal, she took his cock into the lower regions of her intestines, its length going far beyond merely her bowels. The unbearable pain was worth the orgasms this gave her. By morning, Laine’s mind was completely gone. She would never be a sane, rational person again; instead her only goal in life would be to find black cock to appease her unrelenting hunger. Fate and karma are cruel bitches, and they take pleasure in reducing little girls like Laine into what they deserve. Jamal took Laine home with him, collared her, and placed her in a cage. “This yo’ new home, bitch. You gonna live here, just like the little bitch in heat you are. You gonna give me that white cunt whenever I wants it, and you gonna give it to my friends whenever they wants it too. You understand, little white bitch?””Yes sir. I understand. I’m your bitch now, and you own me to use whenever and however you want.” By now, Laine wanted nothing more than this.Five weeks and hundreds of fuckings later, Laine awoke one morning and immediately vomited in her cage. She had been well-fed and taken care of (as any pet owner will do), so she didn’t think she was ill. In her heart, she knew it was something more. After being sick every morning for a week, she knew she was carrying a little black baby inside her; who the father might be was anyone’s guess… but she knew deep down that it was Jamal’s. He knew she was pregnant as well, but didn’t care whose it was. He and his friends, and their friends, and acquaintances of those friends continued to fuck Laine throughout her pregnancy, and she happily spread her legs for anyone. She gave birth in her cage, and Jamal had already arranged for an adoptive couple to take the baby immediately after it was born. Laine wasn’t glad to see the baby leave, but wasn’t unhappy either… she knew she would be bred again, and that meant more fucking.Laine was indeed bred again…over the next twenty years she was pregnant fifteen times, giving birth to over forty black babies. Fertility d**gs were involved obviously, with two sets of sextuplets, five sets of triplets, and seven sets of twins were born in addition to five single babies. At the age of thirty-eight, her worn out womb simply could not take anymore breeding. Jamal had no more use for his bitch at this point, and one night in the hours after midnight, her drove her even deeper into the city and abandoned her. Laine walked the streets in a daze, not knowing where she was or how to find her Master. She couldn’t breed any longer but still craved her chocolate bars, and she satisfied her hunger with any black man she saw. Winos, homeless derelicts who hadn’t bathed in a month, crack dealers… as long as they were black, Laine serviced them. Just as fate had planned from her birth. Her parents, having been killed in a car accident only a week after her a*****ion, never searched for her and the police eventually let the case die. So by the time she was picked up for public indecency while giving blow jobs to five gang bangers in an alley, no one knew who she was; of course any memory she had of her prior self had disappeared two decades earlier. She was place in a mental institution where she spent the rest of her life. One of her orderlies was in fact one of her own sons, but they of course did not know that. Laine only knew he was black, and that he had what she needed. He was more than happy to give it to her, and Laine spent the rest of her days taking her son’s cum into the very place he was conceived. Such a wonderful life for Princess Laine, the little rich girl who never was, the nigger-hating racist who only discovered that her fate was to be a nigger’s cockslut bitch.

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