M/F, NC, INTER, IMPREG, SUICIDE

This is a work of fiction. If you're not 21, go read Mother Goose rhymes. If
you're offended by graphic language, descriptive sex, etc., go to the library
and read William F. Buckley.

                                 Jean's Journey
                                       By
                                  (Coogrr Cat)
                                 Coogrr@msn.com

                                     Part7

      I woke up to see Gina's laughing face as she held a tube of smelling
salts.

      "Hank, I think our expectant mother is already experiencing morning
sickness!," she exclaimed as I tried to collect my thoughts. How could I ever
explain a Black baby, not just to my husband, but to the community. I had to
get an abortion.

      As if he could read my thoughts, Mr. Washington began speaking. "Before
you even think about ending this pregnancy, let me warn you that the minute
your weekly urine test indicates you are no longer pregnant, all those lovely
pictures and videos of you getting pregnant will find there way to your husband
and family. You will have this baby. You will let the entire world know that
you are a little slut who craves Black cock. Now get out of those clothes and
get on your hands and knees. Gina's pussy is in need of your tongue and I want
to fuck the ass of a mother-to-be."

      I almost felt like I was in a trance as I removed my clothes. I seemed to
have lost all my desire to live or react as I crawled over to Gina, who sat
sprawled in Mr. Washington's chair. Her legs were splayed wide, her hair
covered cunt pushed to the edge of the chair. As my head moved between her
legs, I felt her grab my head and push my head into her dank matted hair. I
knew better then to resist and began working my tongue between her thick lips,
searching out her clit. Maybe if I could make her cum quick, I could get out of
there.

      As I busied myself at her cunt, I felt my butt plug being removed and
shortly thereafter, the familiar head of Mr. Washington's cock was pushing
incessantly at my rear passage. I tried to relax as I felt my sphincter muscle
being stretched. Then suddenly, with a burst of pain, he had buried his cock
fully in me. Meanwhile Gina had reached down and had grabbed my tits and was
pinching and pulling on my nipples. Despite the pain, or maybe now, because of
it, I felt myself becoming aroused yet again. "God, how can this be," I thought
as I began to push back against each time I felt Mr. Washington's cock slice
into my innards and my tongue was eagerly lapping up Gina's slit cream.

      "Oh, just look at how much our slut mother is enjoying this," I heard Mr.
Washington say as I bucked back on his pounding pole. Gina meanwhile has
released my tits and grabbed my head again. pulling me tight into her as she
bucked up and down, her orgasm flooding my face with her juices. I had reached
down between my legs with a free hand and was rubbing my clit raw as I tried to
bring on my own orgasm. Then I felt myself get to that magic point where you
know you are going to cum but your not quite there yet. All my pain and
humiliation evaporated for those few seconds before my body tensed and then
clenched down on Mr. Washington's cock that was still deep in my ass.

      "Ohhhh aaarhhh," I heard him moan as I felt his cock swell and then jerk
as it filled my bowels with his hot sticky cum. Gina sort of shoved me away and
stood up, her skirt dropping back into place covering her soaked pussy. Mr.
Washington waited a few minutes then pulled his softening dick out of me and
zipped his fly. That left me, naked, kneeling on the floor with cum dripping
out of my ass and my thighs wet from my cunt secretions. Then I felt something
at my ass and before I realized what was going on, Mr. Washington had slammed
my butt plug back into place.

      "Get your slutty ass dressed and get out here," he commanded as he walked
back to his desk and sat down. I heard the door to his office open as Gina left
and realized that if anyone happened to look into the office I would be clearly
visible. I got up, grabbed my clothes and stood over somewhat behind the door
and pulled my skirt and blouse on. I slipped my heels on and turned towards the
door to leave.

      "Don't forget to take care of the baby, slut," Mr. Washington remarked as
I left the office. I nearly ran to my office and shut and locked my door. I
cleaned myself as best I could and waited for the day to end. By days end I
knew what I had to do. For the remainder of the week I purchased the items I
would need. I got my wedding dress out of storage. I got the various restraints
at an adult toy store in Nashville and some rope, padlocks, and metal rings at
Home Depot. Finally, I managed to get four of my mother's sleeping pills from
her medicine cabinet. I knew that by Saturday all would be ready.

      Saturday morning I got up and cleaned the house and put everything in its
place. I wanted everything to look nice when Bill returned Sunday evening. At
noon I called my parents and had a long visit with them. After they got off the
phone I went to my room and laid out my things. How ironic, I thought as I
looked at one of my purchases, a lottery ticket for tonight's Power Ball! I
tossed it on my dresser and began my preparations.

      I attached a length of rope to the foot of the bed and fastened one of
the metal rings about 10 inches from the foot of the bed. Then I attached the
remaining ring about three feet further up the rope. Then I placed a large
packing strap with metal rings on each end under the mattress with the ends
sticking out on each side. I then placed the ends on the bed so the were
resting just below the pillows. I took the large lamp shade from the living
room lamp and placed it inside the plastic bag that had held my wedding dress.

      When I was satisfied with the preparations, I removed my clothes, took
the first two pills and ran my bath. While the bath was running I gave myself
two enemas. I wanted my self as clean as possible. Even though I would have on
Depends I knew my bowels would empty at the end and I didn't want my wedding
dress soiled if possible. And for some reason, I shaved my cunt one last time,
paying particular attention to ensure I got every last bit of stubble.

      After my bath, I took the last two pills and got dressed. I put on the
depends and then dressed just as I had for my wedding. White hose, garter belt,
white bikini panties, what strapless bra, and my wedding dress. After I
dressed, I got up on the bed and put the ankle and wrist restraints on. I
padlocked the ankle restraints to the metal ring near the foot of the bed. Then
I carefully put the lamp shade and plastic bag over my head and sealed the end
of the bag around my neck with white duct tape. I then laid back and pulled the
ends of the large strap over my chest and padlocked them place, preventing me
from sitting up or moving. Then as a final assurance I would not rip the bag
from head, I placed locked the wrist restraints together through the loop on
the end of the rope attached to my feet.

      The sleeping pills were beginning to work and I felt myself becoming very
sleepy as I tried to free myself. Satisfied that I could not get loose under
any circumstance and rip the bag from my head, I laid back on the pillows,
secure in the knowledge I would soon be free.


                             The End .... or is it?

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