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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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Midas Sophomore Part Three - Coercing Kelly

Medi settled up with Doc and Frank, with the hope that he and his partners could turn a profit from the video material collected at the party. When he wasn’t busy with his classes, he looked over the DVDs. He became intimately familiar with every move, every noise, every action of the girls involved. He became convinced that simple blackmail was unworthy of the opportunity presented. He wanted to toy with the girls, to extract maximum revenge on America. He wanted to own their women, body and soul. He liked that phrase, body and soul. He knew that DESTINY had altered their menstrual cycles, and they would be fertile and unprotected two weeks after the party. And, with at least one of them, he intended to put a brown Arab baby in her smooth, sleek white belly. He grew hard just thinking of how it would stretch out, at how ungainly she would become. She would waddle around like a huge slug. Her grace and lithe athleticism and intellect would all disappear into the biological reprogramming of her body to perform the task all women were suited to, and should stick to -- to have babies. Finishing off this flight of fancy, he realized he had selected the target of his attention, the redhead. Kelly Jager.

Kelly’s life took two weeks to settle down after the party. When she left the party with Derrick, it was obvious what she had been screwed at the party, by someone other than her boyfriend. Derrick had been furious at her. He had shouted at her. She was genuinely afraid he was going to get physical with her. Afterwards, she wondered how she would have reacted if he had. Maybe none of the later stuff would have happened. The next day, he was emotionally hurt. He would come around and then not say anything, moping in the corner. Then he had been pathetic. She took pity on him and let him back between her legs after a couple of days. She would have done it sooner, but she went through an unexpected period. When they finally had sex again, Derrick was tentative, and she had to prop up his fragile ego. She reassured him the sex was great. She was haunted by the orgasms with Ivan. Some of that was the forbidden act of a huge black cock deep in her pussy, pumping a river of African cum into her white belly. And the more they had sex, the more she thought of the having been thoroughly and completely fucked by Ivan.

Kelly was plucked from the depths of her Sociology book by the chirping phone. The quarterly exam was tomorrow. Pretty much, her grade was riding on it. Whatever she got on the exam was probably what would appear on the report card. Her roommate, Tess was closer to it, and answered it. She heard Tess say something, and the phone was being handed to her. Tess mouthed that it was a man, but she didn’t know who. She greeted the caller.

“Hello, Ms Jager. My name is Medi Zakrel. How are you this evening?” Medi didn’t want to come on too strongly at first. Besides, it was more fun to toy with them.

“I’m fine. Who did you say this was, again? I didn’t quite catch your name.” She did not recognize the foreign voice, a man. His name slipped from her memory almost as she heard it. She didn’t know very many foreign students, and really didn’t like them very much.

Medi repeated his name. And he told her he was the local representative of Teller Pictures. “Yes. there is some paperwork we would like you to sign. You see, after the party we needed to get you to sign a release, but you left rather abruptly.” He could hear the sudden sharp breath in the receiver. He could imagine her shock.

Kelly nearly dropped the phone. Since the party, she had been trying to put it out of her mind. Until her bedroom romp with Ivan, she had been excited about the project. But it had receded in her mind. And the way the caller had worded his phrases, she wasn’t sure if it was about the project, or Ivan. “Um, well. I’m not quite sure what you mean. Is it about the project?” She was breathing more erratically now, dreading the answer.

Medi smiled. He had harpooned her. “Well, yes. In a manner of speaking. I was wondering if I could come by and get your signature on a release form. It shouldn’t take but a few minutes. Might I come over?” He could feel his maleness hardening. He listened as the girl stammered out an agreement that he should come over. They agreed to meet in about 30 minutes.

Tess had watched Kelly as the phone conversation proceeded. She had seen her go very pale. She was clearly nervous and shaken. It hadn’t been a good couple of weeks for her. Kelly had been slow to tell her that something had happened that night. But Tess had picked that something with another guy had happened that night. She thought Derek was okay, but he had really taken it hard.

Kelly turned to her room mate. She told her that someone special was coming over for a little while. Trying to keep her voice steady, she asked the pert brunette if she would mind not being around for a little while. Tess reminded her that they had a test tomorrow, and Kelly assured her that this would just take a minute. She practically shooed her roommate out the door. With that, Kelly spent the next 20 minutes trying to compose herself. She did the normal things. She brushed her hair out, checked to make sure her makeup was presentable, and decided that the clothes she had on were suitable for the meeting. And she spent the rest of the time trying to force the butterflies back into their nest, or where ever they lived.

Medi popped out to his car, with his computer carrying case. The hardness in his crotch was almost impossible to ignore. As he had driven over to her dorm, his hand had strayed below his belt. He had rubbed himself, feeling enormous pleasure. With an effort, he had restrained himself from pumping his seed out into his pants. He needed to save it for the red headed slut tonight. Presenting himself at the door, he assumed his game face, preparing his very best to play the part of a junior representative.

Kelly jumped when the knock on the door came. She opened the door, not knowing what to expect. The slim Arab standing in her doorway was a stranger to her. At least he was clean-shaven and neatly dressed in his turtleneck and jeans. He was carrying a computer bag. Medi, in turn, took in the slim redhead with shoulder length auburn hair. She was wearing tight jeans and a black T-shirt with ‘Princess’ embossed in silver across her smallish breasts. He knew that they were firm and proud. He heard someone, somewhere say that if they were larger than mouth sized, it was wasted anyway. And he intended to find out how they tasted.

He broke the silence. “Ms. Jager?” He raised his eyebrows, questioningly. She nodded. He held out his hand, although he disliked this American custom. “Yes, Ms. Jager. I am Medi Zakrel. We spoke on the phone. Yes?” She nodded. Self consciously, she motioned for him to come in. She motioned to her bed while she sat down on Tess’s. There were only two chairs, and they were designed for the built-in desks. “Ah, you have a roommate, yes?” She nodded again. Medi knew he needed to look as small as he could for this to work. He waited for her to break the silence, until she asked what he wanted.

When he sat, politely, she waited for him to say something. But he simply smiled at her, pulling a manila folder from the computer bag, fiddling with it. She overcame her nervousness. “You said something about some forms? I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

Medi looked into her puzzled eyes. Well, you see, there has been a mistake.” He looked into her puzzled eyes. “You see, I, they, um, this is so unusual. Someone should have contacted you. Don’t you see?” He could see her bafflement.

She was having trouble tracking this conversation. He was saying there had been a mistake. Kelly had no idea what was going on. “No, I’m sorry, I don’t.” She was leaning toward him, willing him to shed light on this mystery. She was beginning to think how ridiculous this was.

Medi smiled a confused smile. This had always stood him well in dealing with foreigners in their land. He held up his palms and shrugged his shoulders. ““Well, you see. No, but you wouldn’t.” Medi fiddled with the papers again. He was watching her feeling of uncertainty move past mystification toward impatience. “Did I tell you I was the local representative?” She nodded. Her hair flipped about. “Yes, well, I’m really a student, and this is just a means for me to make a little money. Do you understand?” She nodded. She was definitely irritated now. “Yes. It really wasn’t my fault.”

Kelly could restrain herself no longer. Whatever this silly little man was trying to do, he wasn’t doing it very well. “What are you babbling about? I don’t understand anything you are saying.” She was wondering how to get rid of him. Then he was handing her some closely typed pages. Kelly read the title, ‘Release for Distribution’. The rest of it was mumbo-jumbo. “What is this? I don’t understand. You want me to sign a release for something?”

He had to keep from smiling. This was all going so well. “Oh, I am so sorry. I have angered you. And I am here to try to make it all correct.” He motioned to the papers she was holding. “Yes. Please. I need you to sign the papers. Yes?”

And then Kelly began to see where he was going. He wanted her to sign a release. But she wasn’t sure what it was for. “Is this for a performance or something that you want me to do?” Maybe they wanted her to be part of the project.

Medi nodded excitedly. “Yes. No. Not for some future performance. For the one you gave at the party. There was a video, you see.”

Kelly suddenly understood, and felt a growing dread. She asked in a shaking voice, “What performance? I didn’t give one. Did I?” But she knew what was coming. “You saw something? Um, what did you see?”

Medi nodded vigorously. “It was all a terrible mistake. The video of you performing shouldn’t have been released onto the internet without your permission. You should have signed this first.” He could see that she was breathing irregularly again. Her eyes were wild with fear. Her chest heaved so nicely. He looked forward to seeing her bared. He allowed himself a smile. “I must say you were stunning. I haven’t seen anything so stimulating in some time.” His cock was now rock hard, and he needed relief. He almost giggled, knowing he would soon have it.

There was a video of what she had done? She groaned. Kelly was trapped. She had no where to turn. She felt almost sick to her stomach. She put her trembling hands in her lap, to hide the shaking. She wondered what this no longer quite to funny little foreigner wanted. What did all this have to do with a release form. Was their some way out for her? “You said their was a video or something?”

Medi allowed excitement to creep into his voice, letting his speech accelerate, letting more of his accent creep into his voice. “Oh yes, it was most stunning.” He could see her face turning beet red, and she was beginning to sweat. Her eyes were so large now. And she was biting her lip. “Would you like to see it?”

Kelly was numb. In her mind’s eye, she could see the monstrous black cock dangling in her face, just before she swallowed it whole, twice. First in her mouth and then in her pussy. How could she avoid public humiliation.

Kelly watched, with growing dread, as he pulled out his laptop and set it on the desk. She could hardly breath. He did something to the computer and then she was watching her adventure with Ivan. She was hoping it was not too damning. But there she was, taking to a large black man at a party. She was dressed very provocatively. And then she was naked, with a large black man. There was no denying it was her. Nor was there any escaping what she was doing. And the animal noises the two of them were making was disgusting. And then it was over and her character was being coy with the black man at the main party again. The spell was broken with the little Arab muted the computer, but the scene began looping yet again.

Medi watched her as the DVD played through. She was transfixed. She was leaning forward on the edge of her bed, her face flushed and her hands clamped together. His manhood stirred as this beautiful girl watched herself being fucked by a large black cock.

“So, what happens now?” She was trying to focus on him, but she couldn’t help looking past him to the video. Her voice was shaking and she knew she was on the verge of crying. She didn’t want to show him any further weakness. And then she almost laughed. There wasn’t very much she hadn’t already shown him. But he had mentioned that there had been a mistake. On the screen she was beginning to swallow the black cock.

Medi kept from looking at the screen. He delighted in watching her eyes. “Oh. Yes. You see, I have been given a problem to solve by Teller. I do hope you can help me.” He paused as her mouth opened to say something, but nothing came out. “Yes. I’m here to make an assessment for them. I probably shouldn’t say this, but they are worried about this. They put the video out on the net without your approval. And now they are worried you might sue them.”

Kelly, still reacting to the news that this had been posted to the net, was beginning to become angry. Breaking in on him she asked how many had seen the video. She was dismayed to learn that there had been 1300 hits, and up to 500 who had seen some part of the video she had been part of. Ivan was launching himself onto her.

Medi continued. “Yes. I should not tell you this, but, even if you sign, there is still the period where they did not have the signature. They are worried that you might sign, take the money, and then sue.”

“How dare you? Who do you think you are? I’m a, I’m, I’m....” She ran down, red-faced. On the video she was moaning and whimpering, wanting more black cock. It was pretty obvious what she was. She gritted her teeth. “I won’t do it. You said I could sue. I will sue. And then we will see, won’t we?” Her smile was more of a snarl.

Medi had anticipated this. “Ah. Yes. But you see. There is a problem with you position, yes?” He nodded toward the screen. She was stripping off her top for the grinning black man. “Perhaps you would win, in the end. But it would take a great deal of time, yes?” He nodded, vigorously. “The Teller Company would, of course, use the publicity of a trial to their advantage. Surely you can see such notoriety would increase interest in their product, yes?” He could see her anger bleeding off. “And, it is impossible to estimate how many would see such delights as that.” On the video, she was crawling on her belly.

Her anger collapse as quickly as it had flared up. There didn’t seem much she could do. “How much money?” Maybe this would turn out after all. He told her it was $1000. “Okay, I’ll take the money. Where do I sign?” She was holding up the paper, looking for a pen.

Medi kept his face straight. She had taken the bait. “But you see. There is a problem. You have changed your mind, yes?” He looked her straight in the eye. “How is it that I know you can be trusted?” He raised his eyes, questioningly. “Only if I tell the company, will they trust you. And pay you the $1000.” He shrugged. “They have place a great responsibility upon me, yes?” And he put it at a personal level. “You might even sue me. How am I to know?”

Kelly could see his point. And she was in agony. Would this never end? Did it have any resolution? In the video, she was being shoved down on the bed, her legs partly open. She noticed the gleam in the Arab’s eye and the bulge in his pants. She could feel the sexual tension, not only in him, but in herself. “Would you want some of the money? I wouldn’t need it all, would I?” She tried to smile brightly at him. Her heart was pounding.

“Ah. That is a generous offer, to be sure.” He stared openly at her breasts. “The money would be of some interest to me, but, I must confess, there is something else I find more interesting.” He nodded to the video, where Ivan had penetrated her. He could see her eyes darting to the screen, quickly at his crotch, and then at the floor.

She asked what that something was. He obviously liked the video. He was probably hoping she would reprise her role. She knew that one had been coming. And the damning part of it was she could not claim any modesty. This man, many men, perhaps, had seen her in action. Another man using her wouldn’t matter very much. She nodded.

“I must tell you that I admire your performance very much. If you would be so kind, “ his voice trailed off. And then he continued. “Well, I was hoping you would do for me what you have done for him.” He nodded to the video. He had been honest with her for one of the few times tonight. She just looked at him, so he continued. “I was very much hoping you would be so kind as to attire yourself as you were that night. Perhaps we could start at the point where you are in the room, and I come in.” He looked at her until she nodded again. “I will go outside and return in a few minutes, if you please?” She nodded again and he went out into the hall.

Kelly was at once dismayed and excited. With that the suddenly not so funny little Arab left the room. The video was looping around again, and she was at the party again. Casting around, she found the silk vest and semitransparent mini skirt. Cursing her stupidity, she stripped off her T-shirt and jeans, paused for a moment and slipped off her white cotton undies. She put on some thigh-high nylons, shrugged into the thin vest, zipped up her miniskirt and pulled on her cowboy boots. She took a minute to brush her hair out again, and put on some red lipstick.

When Medi went out into the hall, his cock was throbbing. He needed relief, and could hardly wait. He hung around the door for a little while, wondering how long it would take her. His hand was beginning to brush the front of his pants. Relief was just on the other side of the door. But, when a door down the hall opened, he almost jumped out of his skin. With the strange girl watching him, he went down to the lobby. He sat down where he could keep an eye on the hallway she should be coming down soon. Two girls looked at him, sizing him up. From their near sneers, he knew they disapproved of him. He idly toyed with the idea that, one day, he would prove to them that they were just more American sluts, fit only to pleasure real men. It was all he could do to keep from stroking himself. Crossing and uncrossing his legs, he endured.

In her room, Kelly waited, not know what to do. If they were following the script, he would appear at the door any time. Time drug out. Every time she moved, she could feel her unfettered breasts jiggling. And there was a draft between her legs. She knew she should run as far from this as she possibly could. And here she was getting ready to do it for money. With a shock she realized she was about to prostitute herself. And it was for the second time in a couple of weeks. Finally, feeling foolish, she opened the door and peeked out. She didn’t know what to think when she didn’t see him. Leaving the door ajar, she minced out to the lobby. She could feel herself jiggling, and the swirling cool breezes. She saw him setting in a chair. She cringed that there were a couple of other girls, including her room mate, talking quietly. She tried to give them some vague smile and turned to the Arab.

Medi drank her in. She looked almost the same as she had at the beginning of the video. He could make out the clear shape of her nipples, and imagined he could make out the color of the nipples. He smirked, knowing he would be tasting them in a minute. He glanced at the two coeds looking at Kelly. They could spot the opening moves of a mating dance too.

She was mortified when he loudly called her name. She could feel the heat radiating from her face. He stood and was walking to her. He was telling her how beautiful she looked. She avoided looking at her friends. She didn’t have to think hard to imagine what they were thinking. As he reached her, she felt him putting his arm around her waist. He was telling her how sexy and hot she looked. She felt like a tramp. The thought of $1000 kept her going. She tried to pull him into the room, but he told her he wanted to do it just like the video. Not knowing what else to do, she went into her room. She hoped she could remember to do everything right for him.

Medi didn’t allow the door to latch. He gave her a little time to get settled. In fact, he waited outside until the two girls in the lobby came to the hallway and looked at him. Winking at them, he went into Kelly’s room and closed the door, not caring whether it latched or not. There she was, setting on the bed. She started to say something, but he held up his hand, quieting her. Smirking at her, he kicked his shoes off, and pulled his turtleneck over his head, revealing a thin hair chest. Her eyes were averted as he unbuckled his pants and let his erect tool out. It bounced as he stepped out of the pool his jeans made on the floor.

She had watched with dread as this Arab began to strip. She couldn't believe she was actually going to do this, again. He wasn’t even very attractive. She knew she was getting $1000 for this. He was so thin. And he was so hairy. And, from her limited experience, his cock was pretty small. She was transfixed by the unfolding tragedy. And then he broke her spell by snapping his fingers at her. For a second she was enraged, but fought the feeling down. Just as she had the time before, she pulled her vest over her head, felling the coolness on her body as her skirt hit the floor. He left her with no shred of dignity or any clothes as she clumped out her boots. She resisted the urge to use her arms to shield her body.

He gazed, unblinking at her. The red in her face started down below her breasts. He thought it went well with the red triangle just above her legs. He crooked his finger and pointed to the floor, and watched with satisfaction as she crawled on all fours to him. He made a mental note to have her crawl on her belly next time. She made her way to him. When she got close enough, he took a handful of hair and pulled her to him. His cock hit her face and she tried to turn it, but he forced her square on, with his tip against her lips.

Kelly had been utterly unwilling to crawl on her belly to this bastard. As it was, the dorm rug was not very thick and she could feel the hard tile underneath. When she got to him, she hated how her mouth was just about even with his cock. She could smell his body odor, which was not overly pronounced. At least he seemed to shower more often than most of his countrymen did. He grabbed her hair and roughly pulled her to his smallish manhood. His cock pressed against her lips and she finally opened them. She toyed with the idea of biting him, but she didn’t. And then yet another man’s cock was in her mouth. The taste of cum wasn’t so bad. At least she avoided getting his pubic hair in her mouth. Then she was giving head. He told her how to make it better for him, and she did it.

He reluctantly pulled out of her mouth, wondering if he had red lipstick on his cock. When he tugged on her hair, she stood up. He really didn’t need to push her back to the bed since she was backpedalling under her own power, but he gave her a quick little shove to show her who was boss. As she hit the bed, he launched himself onto her, with her legs parting to let him between her warm white thighs. Without any preamble, his cock started pressing into her pussy lips. They opened just as reluctantly as her mouth had. He raised himself and, risking his own pain, he slammed down against her. She whimpered a bit and tried to scoot up the bed as he broke into her. At this point, she still had a pretty tight pussy, and it surrounded his cock, fitting like a silk glove.

Any ideas of romance were dashed as his cock found her entrance and he was pushing against her. It was uncut, and looked very different than any others that had been inside her before. She wasn’t very aroused as he drove against her slit. Her universe narrowed to a simple focus. She was determined to give him no hint of the love pain she was feeling. Her arms were around his neck. At least he wasn’t nearly as heavy as Ivan or Derrick. He didn’t stop prodding her and she finally softened enough for him to slip inside her. He body actually fit hers better than others, and she could breath. But, because they were nearly the same height, he was trying to kiss her as he was in her. She turned her head and let him pump away, waiting for him to get this over with. She tried to focus on what she would do with the money. She felt him stiffen and prepared to take his sperm.

Shifting to give himself more leverage, he quickly pounded away, knowing he was going to loose it. Within seconds he could fight it no longer and he emptied his Arab seed into the unprotected and fertile white womb. He felt like he had unlimited power, and could do anything he wanted to this girl.

Kelly’s rational mind was shattered by dozens of orgasms, each stronger than the last, sweeping her away. Responding with her own biological urges, she wrapped her body around him every way she could. Her arms gripped his neck. Her legs were around his waist. Her eyes were screwed tightly shut and she fucked back as hard and as urgently as he fucked her. She was determined to squeeze all the cum out of him she could.

Neither of them noticed Tess standing in the doorway. She watched in horrified silence as her roommate had her legs wrapped around the hairy little Arab”s waist, screwing him for all she was worth. And from the moaning and whimpering coming from her, she was having a grand time.

Medi knew he should be less interested in her now, but DESTINY drove him onward. He felt himself harden again, and from Kelly’s reaction, she knew it too. Kelly’s mad urgings drove him to pick up the pace. Soon they were fucking at a mad pace yet again. After a number of sweat-soaked minutes, broken by her moans and giggles, he found himself driving deep into her again, forcing his desert hardened sperm deep into her corrupt, depraved pussy.

After a while her steed could go no longer. She was panting as he disentangled himself. She was flat on her back. Her legs spread wide for her conquerer. Her pussy leaked his cum onto her bedspread. Kelly did not bother to close her legs as her lover closed and locked the door in her room mate’s face. They fucked a third time before Tess’s insistent knocks on the door finally drove them to Medi’s apartment for the rest of the night. They engaged in the most wild love making in the white girl’s life. She gave up all thought of the video on the net, signed the release. When he demanded the $1000 check she was supposed to get from Teller, she submitted to his demands. At 08:30 the next morning she finally, reluctantly, left his apartment, late for her Sociology Test.

Over the next week, Medi screwed Kelly repeatedly, insuring that her pussy was filled to the brim with swimming sperm vigorously searching for her precious eggs. Once he was reasonably sure she would carry his child, he began preparing her for what he really craved. Since coming to America, it had been hard to find a girl who knew how to let a man fuck her ass. And so he taught Kelly what to do. Once she got beyond the degradation on her part, and the totally one-sided pleasure of the act, where she got no pleasure, he settled down to reaming her several times a week.

Kelly’s grades went from fair to terrible. And her formal social life melted away. Word got around pretty fast that she was being fucked fast and furious by a skinny hairy Arab. Her girl friends fell away from embarrassment. Her male friends were more eager to know her body than her mind and she had to fight them off. She developed the reputation for being an Arab fuck toy.

When she could no longer deny that she was pregnant, she went to Medi. He denied that he was the father, wondering how many other men had fucked her. She wept and cried, and he told her that they would just have to wait until the baby was born to find out who the father was. Over Christmas, she was just able to disguise her swollen belly from her family, claiming that she had not been exercising enough and had put on weight. And then there was the fight with her parents over her grades. She was given just one more chance or they would pull her funding. She went back to school, eager to do whatever her Arab stallion wanted. When he started introducing her to his Arab friends, she began entertaining them. When she started getting money for her time, she took it. It didn’t take her long to adjust to her new life as one of Medi’s whores.