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 Author: Backstory
Title: Blackmailed Rape Slaves 01: Never Going to Change
Part: Chapter 01
Universe: Blackmailed Rape Slaves
Summary: Taesha is unhappy, but not surprised when her aquitted rapist
returns to reclaim her, and to punish her.
Keywords: BMBF, rape, anal, oral, sad, a2m

   by Backstory will.backstory@googlemail.com

   Chapter 01: Never Going to Change (BMBF rape anal oral sad a2m)

   IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER!  ________________________________ This story is
intended for individuals above the age of 21 or above whatever age the
local jurisdiction of the reader would dictate.  None of the characters of
situations are real, or even based on any real people or events. 
________________________________

   Chapter 01: Never Going to Change (BMBF rape anal oral sad a2m)

   "Hello, Taesha."

   The young, thin black woman started at the sound of Jamal's voice coming
from behind her.  It had been more than a month since his not guilty
verdict, but she was not surprised he had come.  She had actually been
expecting to see him sooner, and had been jumping at shadows for the last
week at least.  She knew what he had come for, but felt strangely relieved.
Somehow the waiting and wondering about when he would come was worse than
finding out she was going to spend the next few hours being raped.

   She didn't turn, but continued staring at the shelf she had been
inventorying.  "Hello, Jamal." She paused.  "Are we going to be here?"

   "Yes.  I've already locked up the store for you."

   She let out a long sigh, and felt her shoulders drooping.  She was
closing the FastMart tonight, and there hadn't been anyone else in the
place, customer or co-worker, for over an hour.  There wouldn't be either,
until 6am rolled around in about four hours.  Except for her and Jamal.

   "Pants off, bend over the desk."

   She walked slowly over to the cluttered desk and put down the clipboard
she had been holding.  With eyes closed, she unbuckled her belt, and then
unzipped her pants.  She could feel him watching her as she slid them down
and stepped carefully out.  She bent over the desktop, pressing her chest
down into the piles of papers and spreading her legs so that her cunt and
asshole were presented to him.

   "I'm happy to see you're not wearing panties."

   "Thank you, Jamal." She felt a shameful pride at this praise.

   "But you have still behaved very badly." She could hear him walking
around behind her, moving things around.

   "Yes, I know.  I'm sorry." There was no movement for a few moments, and
then she felt something whip her ass, across both cheeks.  There was a loud
snapping sound as it struck her flesh.  "OW!  Oh, aaaaah...  thank you,
Jamal." she said through gritted teeth.

   "You're welcome." He struck her again, and again she thanked him.  She
thought he must be using the wooden yard stick that her boss used to make
the schedule grid on the whiteboard.

   "Please keep a count for me." he said.

   "Yes, Jamal." SNAP.  "Nghh!  Three." SNAP.  "...four..." It felt more
like caning than whipping, which was what the yardstick was closer to,
anyhow.  She continued counting as he struck her ass over and over again,
visualizing the raw welts that must be rising on the flesh of her black
ass. She began crying at around fifteen.

   "...twenty-eight..." WHACK.  "ah, hhhrrrr...  twenty-nine..." SNAP! 
"...thirty..." Her crying degraded into quiet sobbing as she heard the
sound of the yardstick clattering to the floor, but she did not move.

   There was the sound of Jamal's fly opening, and Taesha moved her arms up
to brace herself against the desk.  It was not long before she felt the
familiar pressure of Jamal's massive cockhead against her asshole.  There
was no lubrication, not even saliva, as he pushed against her once tight
little hole.  This was part of her punishment.

   As loosened as her many assfucking sessions with Jamal had made her rear
entrence, it was still agonizing for him to penetrate her without
lubrication.  She simply groaned and bore the pain, waiting for the time
when he would pull out and force his dirty cock into her mouth.  At one
time this act had disgusted her but it had been a long time since she had
thought twice about cleaning the taste of her asshole off of Jamal's cock.

   He did pull out after a few minutes of rough shoving, and grabbed her by
the hair yanking her close to himself.  She diligently licked him clean,
leaving as much saliva on his monstrous black dick as she could manage
before he threw her back onto the desk and moved behind her once more. 
When he pushed into her ass again it was much smoother, and he quickly
shoved all eight inches into her and began, almost lovingly, to fuck her
asshole.

   "I missed you, you know." he said, sliding his dick slowly in and out of
her anus.  "And I'm disappointed in you."

   "I know.  I'm sorry." she said.

   He didn't say anything else as he sodomized her, first slowly, then hard
and fast.  The fresh welts on her ass hurt more from the banging of his
pelvis against her than did her well-used asshole from his large but
familiar cock.  Every now and again he would slow down and let his cock
slip out of her ass, so that he could have her lick him clean.  Each time,
she would carefully clean him, leaving a layer of saliva to help ease the
next round of assfucking.  In the past, he would usually move her about,
into many different positions, but tonight he seemed content to return her
each time to her position bent over the desk and continue anally fucking
her.

   Eventually he let out a soft groan and came in her ass.  She could feel
his big dick pulsing in her rectum as he shot hot cum up into her.  When he
finished, panting, and let his softening cock fall from her hole, she stood
up, still bending over slightly to keep from spilling his cum before she
was ready.  She looked at him questioningly.

   "Right there is good." He pointed to a spot on the tile floor nearby and
she squatted there.  He moved forward and she took the much smaller, softer
dick into her mouth cleaning him thoroughly, as she had been taught.  She
knew what else she had to do, and she hated him for it, but she did not
hesitate.  As she licked him, tasting his cum and her ass, she also relaxed
her asshole, letting his cum leak and drip out of her ass and onto the tile
floor.

   When she had finished with his cock, and had spilled most of his cum
from her asshole onto the floor, she turned and bent her face to the
puddle, carefully licking up every drop and swallowing it, hating herself
for being able to do it so easily.  When she had finished this disgusting
and degrading, but familiar task, she looked up at him.  He had re-dressed
himself while she was licking his cum from the floor.

   "Get your pants on and come out here with me.  I want to show you
something, and then I want you to do something for me."

   She stood and put her pants back on, then followed Jamal out of the
office into the store.  He took her to the register, where his coat was
draped, grabbing a long, thin slim jim along the way.  He fished a phone
out of the pocket of his jacket, and then handed it to her.  He opened the
slim jim pack and started chewing as she watched a video begin to play.

   ***

   "And what makes you think I would do that?" she asked.

   "Because you want to be free of me.  You thought you could be free if I
was in jail, but we see how well that turned out.  You belong to me,
Taesha. Even more now than before the trial, now that the whole world
thinks you're a liar and a whore.  You don't get to be free of me unless I
decide I'm done with you."

   "Are you saying you'll be done with me if I do this?"

   "I'm saying that if you don't do this, I'm perfectly content continue
our arrangement indefinitely.  There's a lot more I can teach you, you
know."

   "So you won't be done with me."

   "I'll always own you - that's never going to change.  Whatever part of
you didn't believe that before must know it's true now that my trial is
over." He began unbuttoning her blouse as he spoke.  "But you will do this
because you want her to suffer, don't you?  I WILL turn her into a
shameless, cum-guzzling, anal whore like you, I promise." He took a bite of
his slim jim.  "Or we can just go back to the way things were."

   The conversation from the video rang in her ears, Taesha angrily handed
Jamal's phone back to him.  "Okay.  I'll do it."

   "Good." He smiled as he finished unbuttoning her shirt and spread it
open, displaying her dark, B-cup tits.  He didn't even have to say that he
was happy to see she wore her nipple rings and no bra, and there was almost
no shame in her pride at this.  She winced and let out a small cry as he
whipped her right tit with the slim jim he had been chewing on, but she
kept her tits presented to him.

   "Looks like we've got another couple of hours." he said, "Please count
for me." ________________________________ (C)Copyright 2010 by Backstory
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