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This little tale is a work of fiction. No one in this story is based on anyone in real life. Any apparent references or relationships to real people or events are purely coincidental, and not intentional.

The reader should also recognize that, as everything in this work is fiction, this story is meant for entertainment and amusement. There are many acts described of violence and behavior considered unacceptable by society. No actions are condoned or otherwise sanctioned or encouraged.

Krissie Beavers

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Medi Junior Part Ten - Turn Out The Lights

Yvette

Ali could hardly keep his hands off this redheaded whore. Medi had told him, prior to the party, that if he went with one of the girls, he could do anything to them he wanted to. If he was not pleased, Medi would take care of it. He slipped his arm around the waist of the naked girl and headed to the exit. Her skin felt so soft and so warm. He could feel her trembling. A man directed him down the hall to a locked door. Another one opened it and ushered the happy couple inside.

She was aware of the change in temperature from the big room to the hall. She felt suddenly cold, realizing just how hot it had been inside. When the door opened, she was propelled into the smallish room. Her first reaction was that the red lighting was dim. Her second reaction was that the cheap perfume in the air was almost gagging. The third reaction was that the great stuffed chair was where she would do her business. He sat down and she started to dance out in front of him, delaying the inevitable. She felt really stupid doing it.

He gruffly told her to come closer. When she did, he pulled her down on top of him, facing him. She was inexpertly wiggling around, trying to match the music. He made her straddle him and then slow down. His hands went down to her checks and he buried his face in her tits. American girls were so much bigger than Arab women. As she settled down to a more sedate pace, he sucked and chewed on her, biting her a little. She yelped, but did not pull away. He felt himself getting extremely hard under her.

The oversized cushions let her legs sink down so she could get really good contact with his crotch. His hands were all over her ass, and her tits were just the right height for him to begin sucking and kissing and, eventually, biting her young lovelies. She fought not to pull away, remembering that she had to get through this. His hardness was impossible to ignore. She felt herself getting warm too. Then he was telling her he wanted to fuck her. “But that isn’t part of the deal.” She knew she was whining.

He told her Medi wanted her to make him a happy man. She sighed and reached down to free his Arab manhood. As she was already somewhat wet, it was easy for her to impale herself on him. She started bouncing up and down on him, and he, again had to slow her down. She kept at it until he could hold himself no longer. He pushed up with his hips, trying to get as deep into her as he could. Then he emptied himself into this whore. When she asked him for $50, he reached into his pocket and gave her $100 to continue.

That evening, after earning another $50 from Ali, Yvette, danced for four more men. Two were white, one was black, and the last was another Arab. She was completely exhausted when the party finally broke up. Rob was no where to be found, so she accepted the offer of a ride from Ali. She gave him a blow job in the parking lot of the Sorority House, before running up the stairs, clad only in the heels and her knee high coat.

The rumors of Yvette’s activities at the party started almost at once. When some guys started coming around, asking her to go out, she had been reluctant, until the whispers of the video circulated. And then she found it almost impossible to refuse the offers to go out. And they were reluctant to take no for an answer. In fact, she found herself playing the part of a rape victim on two occasions. They had complained that she had not minded doing it in a video. Eventually, she was asked to resign before Thanksgiving as Junior Class Treasurer for moral reasons, something she could not deny.

Yvette had no idea she was the test subject of a powerful hormone, one the Arab had injected into her. It seriously upped the testosterone in his blood stream, which helped account for the unusually intense orgasms Yvette had experienced with him. Those mind shattering feelings would haunt her every time they had sex with someone. Another effect was that it resynched her menstrual cycles. She had her period immediately following her sexual experience with him. And, even though she was on birth control, she all ovulated at the point where the party had occurred. Since she was on the pill, it was about three months before she could no longer deny the morning sickness, the headaches, and the tenderness of her breasts. At that point, Medi intervened, threatening her with exposure if she endangered their children. At Christmas, with heavy clothes and all, she was able to successfully mask her condition from her parents. But she watched in helpless fear as her belly expanded, forcing her into the nauseating prego apparel she had scorned. By the time late spring came around, she was forced to tell her parents they were going to have a grandchild. She not only did not know, for certain, who the father was, or even the child’s racial heritage. It turned out that, in June, the world received a half Arab baby. She was ruined, finding it difficult to attract a decent man to help raise her child.

Lindsey

Lindsey, hood still on, had been led to one of the taxis Medi had arranged for. Harv would have rather taken his Harley, but he let it go this time. After slapping her around a few times, he had bent her over the spacious set and fucked her. And, seeing the greed in the eyes of the cabbie, he had let the little Mexican do her too.

After they got to the room, he had used the convenient hooks and chains to attach her to the wall. Having gagged her, he turned to his assortment of instruments. The nipple clamps must have truely hurt, given the way she had carried on. It turned him on so much he had taken her down and rammed his Johnson up her ass. She didn’t squirm quite as much after that. He whipped her ass and thighs several times, fucking her again. And then he had invited some of the party goers to user her, drapped over the bedstead as she was. They weren’t particular about her cunt or her ass, whichever was handy. And so it had gone through the night.

Lindsey had passed out somewhere during the night. The next morning she had awoken, with someone doing her. Her tits ached from the clamps. And her ass was sore from, what turned out to be, a tatoo. SPANK ME - I LOVE TO SUFFER. And then there had been several others before someone finally took her hood off and she was able to beg to be taken home.

Lindsey lost her position as head of the YOUNG DEMOCRATS. The video of her being led out of the party by a biker type had been but the start. The sequences of her being whipped and begging for more had prompted all manner of aggressive behavior by men. On several occasions, she had been grabbed, dragged into secluded areas, and spanked on her bare ass before being fucked. The Arab asshole would not let her drop out of school.

Since she was on the pill, it was about three months before she could no longer deny the morning sickness, the headaches, and the tenderness of her breasts. At that point, Medi intervened, threatening her with exposure if she endangered their children. At Christmas, with heavy clothes and all, she was able to successfully mask her condition from her parents. But she watched in helpless fear as her bellies expanded, forcing her into the nauseating prego apparel she had scorned. By the time late spring came around, she was forced to tell her parents they were going to have a grandchild. She not only did not know, for certain, who the father was, or even the child’s racial heritage. It turned out that, in June, the world received one White baby. She was ruined, finding it difficult to attract a decent man to help raise her child.

Heather

Once in the room, Heather was swarmed under by the Black Amazon. In almost no time she found her head pinned between the two strong thighs as a black woman’s cunt drug across her mouth and her nose. Soon it was wet. Still later it was dripping. And the stronger woman moaned in pleasure.

Heather wondered what would happen next. And it was answered when the woman strapped on a dual dildo, one which disappeared into the black woman’s pussy, and the other dangling out in front of her. Heather was unsurprised when she was grabbed by the hair and her face violently pulled to the lifelike dildo. After several minutes of gagging, desparate attempts to breath, she was able to get into a deepthroat rythm Ebony approved of.

After a while, the hard muscled woman had pushed her back down onto the bed and covered her white body with a much tougher black one. Heather, now somewhat aroused herself, had let her legs be pried about and even guided the dildo into her own pussy. Ebony’s vigorous pace had driven Heather into her own orgasms, and she had found heself crying out for more.

She lay on the steadily stickier bed throughout the night. She lost count of her partners, although she knew they were not all women. The men had no pussies to eat. The men and women had used her pussy and ass to their own purposes.

After the party, Heather slunk back to her sorority, disbelieving what she had done with those women. She was resigned to word getting out, living in dread of the consequences. And they didn’t take long. There were the whispers and the stares. Boys who had been hitting on her stopped. And she started receiving attention from a different crowd, one she had instinctively felt to be, somehow, not quite normal. And then she was being approached by women who looked to be on the make. Soon she was being asked out by them, invited to girl only parties and such. For someone as extroverted as herself, she felt isolated and utterly cut-off from her normal support group. And, somewhere in the middle of this crisis as to her sexual orientation, she was replaced as sororitiy president by a rival. Crushed, she gave in to Melanie, and learned what it meant to be a top and a bottom. She consistently found herself as a bottom.

Heather had been, similarly, made fertile from sex with the Arab her first night with him. The birth control had not helped at the party. There had been nothing she could do, once nature began to take its course. Somewhere as she began to show, her lizzy friends dropped by the wayside, nausiated by someone in her condition. She not only did not know, for certain, who the father was, or even the child’s racial heritage. She finally returned home, although her parents had wished she had not. It turned out that, in June, the world received one new baby. From then on, her attempt to attract a mate was dominated by a need for him to provide for her and her baby.

Krissie

Marcus had found Krissie to be a little lighter than he had expected, as he was used to screwing heavier boned black women. In the cab, he ignored the eye popped cabi and pulled her to him. He made her face him, her naked legs straddling his crotch. His Johnson was rearing to go. He rubbed himself against her and she took the hint. She opened his Speedo, exposing his black manhood. He lifted her up and proceeded to plant her on his Johnson. She whimpered but softened and sunk down onto him.

His drive up into her body had been less pain and more pleasure than before. He grabbed her by her sholders and forced her up and down on him. Driving her knees into the ratty seat, she moved up and down on his pole. She really wished he were on top of her, as she craved maximum skin contact with her mates, but this was how he wanted it. When he came in her, her mind was shattered by an intense orgasm. Her sex life had become so much more intense the last few weeks. At the hotel, she did it over and over and over. And she wasn’t particular about who she did it with. She felt total submission sweep over her as he was pumping his African sperm into her unprotected white belly.

The Cheerleader Captain became very popular with the athletes. She was suddenly inundated by the attentions of mostly big black men. She was reluctant to walk about the campus by herself, having been caught and screwed on three occasions when she was less populated areas of the campus. She could not admit to herself that she had really been raped, more that she had been surprised. No decent white men would date her. She eventually took to dating black men, almost exclusively. She often found herself pleasuring several at one time, before she lost her scholarship.

The morning sickness, the headaches, and the tenderness of her breasts announced she was with child. At that point, Medi intervened, threatening her with exposure if she endangered her child. At Christmas, with heavy clothes and all, she was able to successfully mask her condition from her parents. But she watched in helpless fear as her belly expanded to an enormous size. By the time late spring came around, she was forced to tell her parents they were going to have a grandchild. It turned out that, in June, the world received one half Black baby. Her parent kicked her out of the house. She was ruined, finding it difficult to attract a decent man to help raise her boy.

Sasha

When the car drew up to the professor’s house, Bjorn was instantly down the walk. Once in the car, Sasha had been unable to keep her tube top up or her mini-dress down. His fingers had invaded all her body caveties before they got to the Hotel. Desparately trying to keep him from jumping her in public, she had led him to their room. There, inside the door, she had been forced to her knees where she ministered to his manhood. She endured his sudden explosion into her mouth, and swallowed it after being denied the opportunity to move her mouth away from him. From there, he fucked her pussy three time and her ass once. In the morning she convinced him to call cab for them, and gave him head on the way back to his house. Before getting to the dorm, the cabbie had helped himself to her mouth as well.

Shasha, advocate for the FEMLIB ALLIANCE, had lost her credibility, completely. The Dean publicly chastised her for her improper advances to him, and her mentor turned her over to the honor committee. She had pleaded her case. In a separate, more private session, she was compelled to provide oral sex for the committee chairman. She could not believe she was, then, suspended for the rest of the semester. Not wanting to face her parents, she finally resorted to offering her favors for food, becoming what she had been set up to do.

Sasha did not want a baby. Medi had come to the baby’s rescue, forcing her to carry it to term. Once it became obvious she was with child, she had told her parents. Totally outraged, they had disowned her. She had sunk down to being a hooker to pay for her needs until the baby came. She had no chance of attracting a decent man to be a coparent.

Diane

Diane had been at the center of an unending orgy. She lost count of the number of men who used her. She could also remember sucking on at least two pussies, one of the white, the other she wasn’t sure about. And they had used her holes extensively. It had taken several weeks worth of Keckle exercises to get some tightness back to her pussy. But her ass would always be a much easier entry than it had been.

And the DVD circulating aat the university enflamed male and, in some cases, female. Poor Diane was unable to beat back or otherwise dissuade aggressive males. Getting calls at all hours of the night, and knocks on the door, she became too distracted to study. In the end, she could not resist. Diane became everyone’s favorite party girl, usually available at the ring of a phone, if you called early enough in the evening. She found little time to worry about her grades.

Diane, reaping the benefits of the wonder drug Medi had put in her firm white belly, had had her period immediately following her sexual experience with him. And, even though she was on birth control, she all ovulated at the point where the party had occurred. Medi intervened, when she found out about her baby, threatening her with exposure if she endangered their children. At Christmas, with heavy clothes and all, she was able to successfully mask her condition from her parents. But she watched in helpless fear as her belly expanded, forcing her into the nauseating prego apparel she had scorned. By the time late spring came around, she was forced to tell her parents they were going to have a grandchild. she dropped ot of school, not even bothering to withdraw. She not only did not know, for certain, who the father was, or even the child’s racial heritage. It turned out that, in June, the world received one half Arab baby. She was ruined, finding it difficult to attract a decent man to help raise her child.

The Party’s Over

Medi reached across her bed and patted Heather’s smooth ass. With the threat of prision because of the accident, Medi owned her. He had trained her, much as he had trained Kelly. She was now one of the best ass fucks he had ever enjoyed. From time to time he had even used both Kelly and Heather together. He quietly got out of bed and left some money on the cheap dresser top. He didn’t want to wake up her bastard. All in all, he was well satisfied with his research project. As he stood in the doorway, he recounted his exploits. The immediate aftermath of their performances was the stuff of porn movies.

Next year was his senior year at this Cowboy University. He looked forward to further studies into what American girls could be persuaded to do. Had he not been so sated by the white bitch, he might have used her again. But his cock felt like it was going to fall off. Gathering up his stuff, he closed the door to the crumbling apartment and headed to his car. He was off for the summer, determined to avoid the clutches of his family.