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Black Dominated Family - 3
by Scatwoman (scatwoman@aol.com)

***

Luke Powers starts to get bored of the Whitebreads and 
puts Wendy's loyalties to the test. Chuck desperately 
hopes that Wendy chooses him and her old life over this 
black rapist who has moved in and ruined their lives. 
But big, black cock addiction is a very difficult habit 
for a white MILF to break... just how far gone is she? 
Is there any hope for the Whitebreads? Or for Wendy's 
younger sister, about to be married herself? (Mdom/FMfm, 
inc, ped, bi, nc, rp, intr, bd, ws, scat)

***

PART 3: The First Year

Chapter 10: The Degradation of Wendy

November 2008

It had now been nearly two whole months since Luke had 
first taken over the lives of the Whitebread family, 
completely transforming their existence and dictating a 
new one by sheer dominance of will. But he had begun to 
get bored and, after the Sunday game, seemed less eager 
to engage in his usual all-night post-game bacchanalia 
of celebration.

Wendy and Missy noticed this and seemed concerned. This 
was totally out of character. They couldn't imagine what 
was wrong. His Eagles has absolutely crushed the 
Seahawks 26-7, and Luke had celebrated each touchdown by 
spiking himself in Butch's ass (with a nice spanking for 
the extra point) and each field goal by making the teen 
choke on his big, black dick until he blew his load down 
is throat. 

For the one touchdown the Seahawks had scored, Luke took 
it out on Butch by taking a huge, nasty dump in the 
teen's mouth, then taping his mouth closed to ensure he 
ate every last bite. After the game, he let Butch wash 
it down with a long, hot piss fueled by over two hours 
of beer consumption. 

But after Butch had guzzled the last drop, Luke just let 
the exhausted, humiliated boy slide off his dick and 
collapse on the living room floor. He didn't do his 
usual post-game smack talk, dance of celebration or 
spankings. He seemed subdued and pre-occupied.

"Is something wrong?" Wendy asked meekly, sidling up 
next to the big black man on the couch. 

Luke didn't respond, he simply sat and brooded.

Missy came over and joined her mother, sitting on the 
other side.

"Did we... do something bad?" Missy's lower lip quivered 
a bit. It was cute, Luke had to admit. He loved 
submissive little bitches who know their place.

But still he didn't answer.

Wendy and Missy looked at each other with concern. Missy 
reached out to her mother and pulled her closer so that 
they were both in front of Luke's face. She pulled her 
mother to her and kissed her deeply, passionately, with 
a lust that made Wendy's pussy tingle. Wendy didn't 
resist this incestuous lesbian advance from her daughter 
in the slightest. In fact, she moaned and leaned into 
it, rubbing her hand over Luke's wonderfully sculpted, 
smooth muscled torso as she deeply tongue-kissed her 
daughter for him.

For his part, over in the corner, impaled on 12 inches 
of thick black dildo planted on the seat of the chair he 
was strapped to, Chuck just groaned at the site of his 
loving wife and innocent daughter's incestuous lesbian 
act for Luke's benefit. Despite himself, his little 
white dick was hard and leaking, making a wet spot on 
the front of his pink lace panties. Even if his mouth 
wasn't corked up with a black dildo held in place by a 
mouth harness, he wouldn't have known what to say. He 
was no longer the man of this family, that was for sure.

Missy reached down during the kiss to grab Luke's hard 
cock... only it wasn't hard! It was flaccid. Still huge, 
but for him to be soft was almost unheard of, especially 
when she and her mother were lezzing out on each other 
for him.

Missy was so shocked that she broke the kiss to look 
down at his thick member to make sure. Wendy was 
startled by the abrupt breaking of the kiss and looked 
down to see what Missy was doing, then she, too, noticed 
with shock Luke's condition.

Now Wendy and Missy really looked worried, sharing a 
concerned expression.

"Luke?" Wendy began, then corrected herself, 
"Master...?"

They were never allowed to just call him Luke. He'd 
trained them in that early - first slip earns you a 
bitch slap, next a hard spanking, third a full, extended 
ass-raping where you must call him by a proper name each 
thrust, thanking him each time, or get spanked/slapped 
each thrust. Missy didn't need to be trained, but 
sometimes she defiantly, purposely slipped up to get the 
punishment. Wendy wanted to obey, but sometimes forgot. 

Chuck resisted at first, but soon caved. Still forgets 
when he's nervous, under pressure. Butch has needed 
constant training, refuses to kowtow. But after a long 
hard fucking, he reluctantly toes the line until he's 
forgotten how pathetically he sobbed and begged and 
pleaded for Luke's mercy the last punishment.

Acceptable forms of address were:
- Mr. Powers
- Master
- Master Luke
- Master Powers
- Black Master
- Your Blackness

But if Luke noticed Wendy's slip-up, he didn't show it. 
His lip curled a bit, but that was all.

"Do you..." Wendy continued, "want us to do something 
special?" she offered, "Something... dirty?"

"REALLY dirty?" Missy raised the ante.

Luke just shrugged.

Missy and Wendy whispered conspiratorially in each 
others ears and, after some negotiation, both nodded.

"Oh... Master Luke... my belly hurts..." Missy began, 
playing it up like a melodramatic kid, frowning big and 
rubbing her belly exaggeratedly.

Luke looked at her. Eye contact! That was a good start 
at least!

"Oh, Missy, what's the matter?" Wendy's motherly concern 
was put-on as well, but not out of character for her.

"My tummy hurts so bad Mommy, make it better!" Missy 
moaned, at once girlishly as well as seductively.

"Well, maybe you ate too much," Wendy glanced at Luke to 
judge his reaction to their little play. He was 
definitely paying attention, "Maybe you need to poo?"

"I think so, Mommy," Missy really poured it on with the 
pouting and little-girl groaning, "But it hurts real 
bad! I don't think I can walk!"

"Oh, no, but you need to go!" Wendy feigned concern.

"I think I have to go right here, Mommy!" Missy moaned, 
"Ooohhh..."

"Okay, sweetie, it's okay, here, let me help," Wendy 
laid down on the floor under Missy's ass, "I can't let 
you make a mess on the floor, your daddy paid so much to 
have these new carpets installed!"

Luke actually smiled at this. Yeah, the carpets were 
damn nice - very plush, comfortable to lay on. But they 
were already so foul from 2 months of cum, piss and shit 
stains that Wendy's supposed concern for preserving him 
just struck Luke's funny bone.

Wendy and Missy saw this and were suddenly very 
encouraged.

"Uh-oh, Mommy!" Missy gasped, "I think it's stuck! I 
think I'm contapasted!" Missy deliberately mispronounced 
the word like a little girl, acting innocent as could 
be.

"Oh, no, honey!" Wendy gasped, "Mommy can fix that, you 
just sit down on my face and spread your cheeks as wide 
as you can! Mommy will help you work that nasty hard poo 
out!"

Missy did so and Wendy began loudly licking and sucking 
on Missy's petite pink asshole. Missy moaned, "Ohhhh, 
Mommmyyy..." The teen girl leaned forward, resting her 
head on Luke's thigh, her lips brushing his cock, "Your 
tongue is so deep in my butthole, Mommy!"

"Mmmrrrmmm..." was all Wendy could offer.

Missy began to masturbate, moaning and gyrating on her 
mother's face, "Oh, Mommy... I think it's working!" 
Missy bore down and a long, wet fart exploded into her 
mother's mouth.

Wendy was caught completely by surprise by the sudden 
anal blast of gas, but she played her part in Missy's 
little charade - anything to get their black Master out 
of his funk. Still, Wendy was a little worried that 
Missy was getting a little *too* into the act...

"Ohh, yeah, Mommy, suck my butthole!" Missy moaned, 
gyrating her hips and grinding her ass on her mother's 
face.

Wendy did as asked and started sucking on Missy's 
asshole, making a loud show of it for Luke's sake. Missy 
farted in her mouth a few more times, just as Wendy 
would be sucking in a deep breath from her anus. God it 
smelled foul! But Missy just giggled at her own farts 
and moaned.

"Oh yeah... that's it, Mommy..." Missy sighed in 
delight, "OH!" she jerked upright suddenly, "I can feel 
it MOVING!!"

Luke's dick twitched at this and Missy noticed, allowing 
a brief smile to break character across her face.

"Oh, suck harder, Mommy!" Missy began to cry out louder, 
"It's coming! It's coming out!"

Wendy got into the act and sucked and slurped at her 
daughter's flowering sphincter. The blond housewife and 
mother moaned like a bitch in heat as Missy's asshole 
opened up and began to push out a genuinely huge turd!

Wendy's eyes shot open and she bucked, instinctively 
trying to push Missy off. But Missy just pushed her full 
weight down even more heavily on Wendy's face as she 
actually, really began to SHIT directly into Wendy's 
gaping mouth - forced open by the teen girl's weight.

Wendy had thought Missy was just saying they should 
pretend Wendy was eating her daughter's shit - for 
Luke's sake, to turn him on. But Wendy now realized 
Missy really *did* need to take a huge poop! 

The shock and revulsion filled her with panic, but as 
the fat turd's tip pushed its way past her lips and hit 
her tongue heavily, something in Wendy just... snapped. 
A wave of overwhelming lust washed away her fear and 
revulsion, replacing it with a perverse desire that ran 
from her groin to her every nerve ending. That 
submissive side of Wendy just gave in and she lost 
herself in the humiliation.

Now Wendy wasn't pretending either - she was overwhelmed 
by the idea that she was about to eat a huge shit 
straight from her own daughter's asshole, all for the 
benefit of this powerful, dominant black man that had 
taken over their lives so completely. 

The heavy, dense shitloaf jutted into Wendy's mouth in 
short jaunts, penetrating her gaping maw more and more 
with each anal exertion from Missy. Wendy knew it was a 
disgusting, repulsive thing she was doing, the most 
revolting thing she had ever done, something she never 
could have even imagined doing just two months ago. But 
she didn't care right now and put up no resistance and 
all. Luke had transformed them both into such complete, 
filthy sluts!

Now Missy began stroking Luke's stiffening cock and 
groaning as she pushed and strained. She hadn't been 
making it up at all, she really *was* constipated and 
her face screwed up with effort as she pushed out the 
thick bally turd into her mother's mouth. Sweat beaded 
on her brow from the effort.

"Oh, FFFUUUCCKKKK!" Missy groaned as she felt the widest 
part of the shit pass through her sphincter. The long 
fat turd now began to slide out freely, filling her 
mother's eager mouth!

Wendy's slurping and sucking noises now abruptly became 
obscene munching, chewing and gulping sounds as she bit 
into Missy's dense balls of turd and chewed them up and 
swallowed them as quickly as possible. Now she, too, was 
fingering herself like mad, bucking and writhing under 
her daughter's exploding taut ass. She was completely 
lost in the lustful debauchery of the depraved 
experience, warm waves of quivering passion rippling 
through her entire body. She wasn't thinking any 
conscious thoughts in the moment. 

She simply let herself be overwhelmed by her senses - 
the nasty, raunchy taste and texture of her daughter's 
dense shit, the heat and hardness of it as it slid down 
her throat, being pinned to the floor by her ass, the 
warmth of the room, the softness of the carpet, her cunt 
throbbing around her fingers, her clit electrified to 
the touch, her toes curling. She was going to cum, she 
knew it, it was coming, building and she couldn't stop 
it if she wanted to! And she'd be cumming from eating 
her own daughter's shit!

"Oh GAWD!" Missy moaned for real, looking up into Luke's 
eyes with ecstatic abandon, "she's eating it, Master! 
Mommy's really eating all my nasty shit!"

Luke's cock was now fully hard and the girls had his 
full attention. Missy took advantage of the moment and 
impaled her mouth on the throbbing dick, working her 
head up and down while she continued to moan and grunt 
and push out condensed crap into her mom's munching 
shitface. She worked her head up and down hard, choking 
herself on Luke's rock-hard member, wrapping her arms 
around his thighs and pulling herself down onto it until 
she deep-throated the whole thing, balls deep - her nose 
buried in his nappy pubic hair.

Luke couldn't take it anymore - he bent forward, 
grabbing Missy's head with both hands and holding her 
there with all his strength as he screamed "AW 
SHIIIIITTTTT!!" and exploded down the whitegirl's throat 
with a massive load that surprised even himself, 
especially after the 2 buttloads and 4 mouthfuls of 
spunk he'd already spent in Butch that afternoon.

Missy came without touching herself, feeling Luke blow 
down her throat and feeling her mother chowing down on 
her epic crap log underneath her. Her climax was 
powerful and her contractions shoved the shit out of her 
bowels with augmented force and speed.

Wendy heard Luke and Missy cum was sudden bowel blowout 
packed her mouth and puffed out her cheeks so abruptly 
and densely that she could no longer chew her daughter's 
nasty shit! This suddenly put her right over the edge 
and she came, screaming like a banshee into her 
daughter's emptying ass, bucking like a bronco, but 
pinned in place by Missy's firmly planted rear.

"GodDAMN!" Luke fell back on the couch and Missy pulled 
off of his now-flaccid dick and gasped desperately for 
air. Thick, sticky strands of mucus and jizz ran from 
her throat to Luke's dick and she collapsed to the floor 
on top of her mother. Seeing her mouth packed with her 
shit, a good three inches sticking out still, Missy 
acted without thought and planted her open mouth on 
Wendy's - sucking her own excess turd into her mouth and 
kissing her mother through the shit. 

The two writhed on the ground, rubbing their cunts on 
each other's thighs, fingering each other and running 
their hands through each other's sweaty hair, kissing 
and moaning and devouring their shared filth together, 
rolling around like a couple of animals in heat.

Chuck had tried to look away, but like a train wreck, he 
just couldn't. It wasn't until several minutes later 
that he would realized he had cum, too.

Luke smiled and shook his head. While it was true that 
he was starting to get a little bored with the routine, 
that wasn't why he'd been distracted and distant. He'd 
been watching the T.V.! The news was on and they were 
covering the imminent election, just 2 days away. 

After Wendy and Missy had worked their way through their 
depraved mother-daughter lesbian scat carnalism, Luke 
turned up the volume. It caught everyone's interest. It 
was a historic election that pitted a young, virile 
black man against a conservative, old white guy. Luke 
knew who would win, of course, but he liked the idea of 
Chuck and his family having false faith in "how the 
world works" and would enjoy seeing their worldview 
crushed when Obama became the first black President in 
history.

The whole election gave him an idea. He decided to put 
their own loyalties to the test, to see how well he had 
broken them.

***

That night, as usual, Luke was laying in the master bed 
with Wendy on his left and Missy on his right, his 
strong arms wrapped around both of them. He was deep 
kissing Missy while fingering her asshole. Wendy was 
kissing his chest, stroking his huge dick, admiring his 
body. Chuck, as usual, had to sit on his knees on the 
floor at the foot of the bed and watch his daughter and 
wife worship Luke's large, muscular body. 

Wendy was stroking Luke's fat cock and it got hard and 
rose to it's full, impressive length and girth. It was 
hot and heavy in her hand, much too big to wrap her 
fingers around. Its veins were throbbing, mesmerizing 
her. She still couldn't believe how incredibly big, 
beautiful and BLACK Luke's cock was.

"Master... may I?" Wendy asked demurely.

Luke didn't break his deep French kiss lock with Missy. 
His only response was to grab Wendy roughly by a mass of 
hair on the back of her head and shove her face down on 
his throbbing dick. She barely got her mouth open in 
time. Luke shoved her down on it HARD, choking her and 
began deep-fucking her face. She went limp and just took 
the cock, knowing it would be easier on her if she 
didn't try to fight it. Her eyes lidded heavily and she 
stared blankly at her distraught captive, thoroughly 
cuckolded husband.

Missy sees this and writhes in horniness as she 
continues kissing Luke. Luke's fingers are plowing her 
asshole and she's rubbing her slick cunt on his tight, 
muscular hip.

Wendy was gagging and dry heaving and a complete mess. 
Thick strands of mucus and saliva ran from her pounded 
throat. Her eyes had rolled back in her throat and Chuck 
wasn't sure she could even breathe. She seemed to have 
gone entirely limp. He'd never seen Luke throat-fuck her 
so hard, so roughly, so mercilessly. 

It certainly wasn't what she expected when she'd asked 
to blow him. For all Chuck knew, she may have passed out 
from lack of oxygen! Even so, he said nothing and made 
no move to help her, such was his fear of the great 
black beast in charge of his household.

Missy broke the kiss to watch, wide-eyed, amazed at the 
fierce face-fucking her mother was enduring. She saw 
Chuck's pained expression and an evil grin flashed 
across her face. She whispered something in Luke's ear 
and he smiled, looking down at Chuck.

"Hey, faggot," Luke demanded, "get on up here and suck 
my balls until I shoot my load down your wife's throat."

Chuck hesitated. It was bad enough he had to endure 
watching this... but to participate?!

Luke immediately reacted to the hesitation with a 
menacing scowl, sitting up suddenly (forcing Wendy to 
completely deep throat him, her face buried in his 
pubes) and he raised his open hand at Chuck.

"Sorry, sorry!!" That was all the motivation Chuck 
needed - he clambered up onto the bed and took his place 
between Luke's legs and, as Luke spread them, Chuck 
obediently took them into his mouth. They were so big 
they bulged the cuckold's cheeks out. They were huge 
like horse balls and tasted probably just as bad.

Luke waited several seconds before easing back, "Yeah, 
that's right. Suck 'em nice and good, whiteboy - churn 
me up a nice, big load for your wife's belly, bitch!"

Luke laid back down and continued roughly Frenching 
Chuck's daughter and pistoning his wife's head up and 
down on his black steel megaprick as if she were nothing 
but a ragdoll with a hole made for fucking.

Missy started gyrating her hips and moaning and groaning 
into the passionate kiss. Luke slipped another finger 
into her ass, now the three longest ones buried in her 
tight hole up to the first knuckle. Chuck could smell 
his daughter's ass in the air.

This went on for another ten minutes. Chuck honestly 
couldn't believe how Wendy could survive such oral 
punishment. For his sake, his jaw and tongue were tired 
and sore from sucking Luke's heavy balls, rolling them 
around with his tongue, sucking them and feeling them 
progressively expand inside his mouth as they swelled in 
preparation of a truly epic load.

Finally, Luke began to grunt and tense, which everyone 
in the room knew well was a sign that he was getting 
close. He broke the kiss with Missy and screamed 
"FFFFUUUUCCKKKKK!!" as he shoved Wendy down all the way 
to the hilt and pulled up one of his legs and pinned 
Chuck's head to his crotch with his thick calf, trapping 
him there with Luke's balls in his mouth.

"Oh, fuck YEAH!" Missy cried as she flushed and sawed 
herself back and forth on Luke's hip, fucking her own 
ass on his fingers as started to come hard.

Luke bucked and jerked as he blew his first load deep 
straight into Wendy's belly. Chuck actually felt it 
coming first - the black man's balls throbbing in his 
mouth as they unleashed their first powerful salvo.

"OH GAWWWDDD!!" Missy screamed as she came like a 
wildcat, scratching her nails across Luke's chest.

Luke continued to grunt and convulse - 20 times his 
balls exploded with a powerful blast of thick negro 
spunk fired straight into the white MILF's stomach.

Chuck felt ill as Luke's salty, sweaty balls continued 
to thump and quake in his stretched-out cheeks, knowing 
each time the black bastard was flooding his helpless 
wife's guts with massive amounts of thick, hot nigger 
jizz. But still he obediently played his part - 
unintentionally sucking in synch with each palpation.

Finally when Luke tensed up his whole body, curling up 
and holding there, every muscle flexed, he grunted 
"HNNNNNNGGGGGNNNNNN!" and then collapsed on the bed, 
releasing both Wendy and her humiliated husband.

Chuck rubbed his poor jaw, pooled saliva leaking from 
his slack mouth uncontrollably. He felt several of 
Luke's pubes stuck inside his mouth and tried to spit 
them out.

Wendy fell back and gagged and retched and choked as 
mucus, saliva and jizz poured freely from her gaping 
facehole. She gasped for breath, breathing deep and 
hyperventilating. How she had managed to hang on to 
consciousness throughout that whole ordeal, Chuck 
couldn't imagine.

She looked completely defeated, exhausted and overcome 
by the experience. Chuck felt so sorry for her that she 
had been abused so roughly... and that he had done 
absolutely nothing to spare her.

Wendy's eyes were wet with tears and she looked up at 
Luke with an expression that was hard to read... hurt? 
Fear? Betrayal?

"Th... thank you... Master..." she rasped, gagging and 
coughing.

No... it was admiration. Submission. Love??

Wendy suddenly belched a long, wet burp that rattled the 
windows. Luke and Missy cracked up at this, making Wendy 
blush with embarrassment.

Luke looked down at Chuck, "nice job, ballsucker... 
pretty soon you'll be beggin' me for the same 
treatment!"

Chuck was appalled. He may be a wimp and a coward and a 
cuckold, be there's no way he would ever turn gay. "No 
way!" He still had *some* pride! As long as he didn't 
*want* the horrible things Luke inflicted on him, he 
still could claim a moral victory.

"Ain't you ever seen James Bond, faggot?" Luke sneered, 
"Never Say 'Never', bitch!"

***

That night, as Chuck was strapped into his cocksucker 
harness with Luke's dick down his throat, he was 
restless, unable to fall asleep. He couldn't get the 
image of Wendy being mouth-raped so hard out of his 
mind. Luke had never been *gentle* with her, but this 
was a new level of harshness.

He'd witnessed Luke fuck her hard, throw her down, 
ravage her with no foreplay, pull her hair, call her all 
sorts of nasty things. And Wendy had never complained 
once. In fact, it seemed like she liked it. The rougher 
he was with her, the harder she seemed to cum, even when 
he was assfucking her. He couldn't believe his wife had 
given in so completely to this black rapist.

Suddenly, Luke shifted his weight and grunted as his 
dick twitched in Chuck's mouth. Chuck felt warmth coming 
down the black pipe and set aside his thoughts and 
prepared himself. Luke's piss shot into his mouth and 
Chuck guzzled it down as fast as he could. If he spilled 
any and woke Luke up (or if Luke found a piss stain on 
the bed sheets in the morning), there would be HELL to 
pay...

As her husband loudly gulped down her sleeping Master's 
nocturnal piss, Wendy found herself restless, too. Luke 
had never face-fucked her so hard. She was certain she 
was going to die, suffocating on his dick. Her throat 
was still raw and she'd almost lost her voice. It 
probably wouldn't come back to normal for days. 

But that wasn't what was keeping her up.

She couldn't believe what Missy had done to her. After 
all the crazy, bizarre, perverse ordeals they had been 
through in the past two months, that was the absolutely 
most disgusting, degrading things that had happened to 
Wendy.

And it had been at her own daughter's hands!

Wendy looked over at Missy, who was on the other side of 
Luke, head resting in the crook of his right arm, as 
usual, Luke's middle finger firmly planted deep in her 
ass - also as usual. She was sleeping like a baby. She 
apparently didn't feel any shame for what she had done 
to Wendy.

But Wendy couldn't sleep. How could Missy have done that 
to her? Had Luke really corrupted her that much? Or was 
she always like that and Luke had simply unleashed the 
girl's inner sadist? Missy had always had a bit of a 
"bitchy" mean streak to her... maybe this is just who 
she was.

As Wendy ruminated, reliving the intense scene over and 
over again in her head, a thought occurred to her. Why 
had she gone along with it? Why didn't she push Missy 
off and chastise her for such filthy behavior? What had 
gotten into her?! How could she just lie there and EAT 
her daughter's shit? And not just pretend or chew or eat 
a little... 

In her wanton lust, Wendy had eaten the *whole* thing! 
Missy had joined in at the end, kissing and sharing it, 
but she made sure that she pushed back anything she'd 
chewed into her mother's mouth and made her eat it.

Did she only do it to please this magnificent black man 
whose broad, muscled chest she was resting her head on? 
Who had his fingers buried in her asshole as he slept? 
Who had her husband locked in a cocksucking harness all 
night?

That's what Wendy wanted to tell herself. But she hadn't 
just *done* the depraved act.

She'd enjoyed it. She'd fingered herself like mad during 
it. She'd cum at least two or three times during the 
whole ordeal. Deep, powerful, soul-shattering orgasms. 
Not just physical orgasms, but the kind that you can 
only experience through intense, powerfully kinky sex - 
sex that doesn't give a fuck about what you thought your 
limits were.

Wendy felt a deep shame like she'd never felt before. 
Not only was she an unfaithful wife, a total white whore 
for big black dick... not only is she an incestuous 
lesbian deviant with her own daughter... now she was a 
willing... no... *eager* human toilet shit eater...

She silently sobbed herself to sleep while fingering 
herself to a quiet orgasm.

***

The next morning when everyone woke up in and around the 
master bedroom bed, Luke was nowhere to be found. 

Wendy was the first to rise and was concerned - this 
never happened. Luke never got out of bed without a 
morning fuck or two and draining his concentrated 
morning piss down her useless husband's throat.

Wendy heard the front door open and, in a panic, rushed 
downstairs. 

****

CHAPTER 11: THE ULTIMATUM


There was Luke, fully dressed in the very same clothes 
he first arrived in two months ago, standing in the 
living room. He looked like he was waiting for them. 
Butch was there, too but about 10 feet away to Luke's 
left. He, too, was just standing in place.

One by one, they came down.

Luke gestured for Chuck and Missy to join Chuck. But 
when Wendy started to head for the family huddle too, 
Luke held up a hand to tell her to stay where she was, 
across the room, forming a point on a triangle between 
them.

Wendy stood there across the room from Luke and her 
family. Luke was dressed immaculately as on the first 
day she saw him two months ago and stood on the right 
side of the room. On the left were her husband: Chuck, 
son: Butch, and daughter: Missy. She waited obediently, 
looking back and forth at them.

"Bitch," Luke commanded her attention. She meekly met 
his gaze, "it's been a fun two months. But I think you 
all haven't totally appreciated my company. I don't 
wanna stay where I'm not wanted."

Chuck was flabbergasted - was he really going to LEAVE?! 
Just like that, this terrible nightmare would be finally 
over?!

Butch grinned broadly - this was it, that nigger was 
finally going to be out of their life! And he'd be 
calling the police the moment he left! Fuck that, he was 
going to get his whole football team together and a 
bunch of fucking baseball bats and hunt him down and 
make him pay!

But Missy was distraught, "What?! NO!!"

Chuck and Butch glared at her in shock. How could she 
want this monster to stay?! Had she been so totally 
broken by the daily rape and abuse that she'd lost all 
sense?!

"Now, Wendy," Luke spoke directly to her and only her. 
Wendy found it jarring to hear him use her real name, 
and not "Bitch, Ho, Slut, Cunt, etc." as he usually 
did... "I'm gonna give you a choice. Since you were the 
one who let me into the house, I'm gonna let you decide 
if I leave."

Chuck, Butch and Missy all turned to stare at Wendy 
expectantly. She stood there, completely naked except 
for the dog choker chain that Luke kept on her 24/7. The 
whole family was so used to it by now that it didn't 
strike them as odd at all to see their mother standing 
before them in the living room, completely naked.

Wendy looked at her family, then at Luke.

"All you gotta do is choose," Luke explained simply, 
"Me, or your husband."

Wendy's heart began to race. It came down to this, now. 
Luke was going to make her choose, to state plainly what 
she really wanted.

"You decide," Luke continued, "then just walk to whoever 
you chose."

Wendy looked conflicted, but her husband and son were 
gesturing to her accusingly to come over to them right 
away. Missy looked panicked. Luke just looked calm and 
cool and confident.

"You can go back to your comfortable old life with 
Chuck, here," Luke explained, "Live a normal life, be 
clean and modest. Missy can be sent to a virginity camp. 
Your son will stop being a gay slave to a black rapist 
and can go back to being the popular star quarterback."

Wendy found herself drawn to her family, taking small 
steps in their direction almost unconsciously.

She was about halfway across the room when Chuck reached 
out to her to take her hand.

"And Chuck? Well, he'll never really be a man again, if 
he ever was. Just a pudgy white sissy, but he'll be your 
husband again, if that really meant anything."

Luke's words drew Wendy's attention to her husband, who 
was reaching for her across the room. She was only about 
8 feet from him and she stopped and looked him over as 
Luke spoke.

There he was. Short and pudgy now in his mid-40's. 
Thinning blond hair. Smooth, almost feminine features. 
Slight manboobs. No really visible body hair. Small 
hands, beady blue eyes and no real lips to speak of. And 
no ass whatsoever. But he was the father of her 
children. The man she married. The man she promised 
herself to. The man who would be her mate... forever. 
And ever. For whom she would forsake ALL other men. 
*Forever*.

"Or," Luke counter-offered simply, "You can choose to 
remain as my bitch from now on, and live only to serve 
me and by big black cock."

Wendy looked over at Luke and saw his thick black member 
hanging out of his pants - just like that very first 
morning two months ago. And it stopped her dead in her 
tracks and made her heart flutter just as before. It 
left her speechless.

Then she looked back at Chuck. Well, at his penis. It 
was small and shriveled and wrinkly and dangling limply 
barely more than an inch long and sunken a bit into his 
soft layer of belly fat. It was locked in its tiny cock 
cage and looked pathetic and limp as it hung there 
uselessly. 

Wendy looked back again at Luke's magnificent member and 
she instantly recalled how it felt in each of her holes, 
how deeply it penetrated her, how completely it filled 
her... and she felt its absence keenly as an emptiness 
inside her.

Suddenly Wendy felt lightheaded. She swooned and fell to 
her hands and knees. Chuck was about to go to her, but 
Luke shot him a look like "don't you dare, 
mutherfuckah!" and he recoiled instinctively and stayed 
put.

Then, slowly, as if unconsciously, Wendy began to 
crawl... towards Luke, on her hands and knees. 

"Wendy!" Chuck cried out.

"No, Mom! Don't!" Butch entreated his mother, "Please, 
stop!!"

But Wendy kept crawling.

"Yes... yes!" Missy excitedly hissed to herself. Butch 
shot her a nasty glare and she simply stuck her tongue 
out at him.

Wendy approached the spot before Luke and the big black 
man began to smile with a huge, triumphant grin.

Chuck couldn't take it anymore.

"No!" he bolted across the room and grabbed Wendy, 
holding her back, "get a hold of yourself, Wendy! Come 
to your-"

But Luke shoved Chuck away with one hand, sending him 
sprawling across the room, tumbling back over the coffee 
table and crash landing flat on his ass.

Wendy got to Luke, sat back on her heels and bowed her 
head. 

Luke nodded, looking down at her. She made her choice.

"I dunno," Luke mused, "You had some hesitation there, 
bitch. Maybe you *don't* really want me. I'm not really 
feelin' it."

Wendy suddenly looked up at him, eyes open wide, tearing 
up, fear and desperation in her eyes. 

"Please," she begged, "please stay. I need you."

Chuck, splayed out and stuck between the couch and 
coffee table, couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"You need me?" Luke seemed unconvinced, "WHAT do you 
need?"

Wendy looked down from his eyes to his massive ebony 
member, dangling right before her face. It made her 
tremble to be so close to it, "I need your... your Big 
Black Cock... Master."

"Better," Luke approved, "Now SHOW me."

Wendy locked her eyes with Luke's in a completely 
submissive manner and, using only her mouth, sucked his 
fat, black dick into her mouth. She proceeded to work it 
in and out, wetting it and getting it hard, impaling it 
deeper and deeper into her throat.

She gagged herself on it, fucking her own face on his 
stiffening dick as hard and deep and fast as she could. 
She knew from last night just how rough he liked it.

"Mmm, yeah," Luke approved, "finger your asshole while 
you suck me off, bitch..."

Wendy obeyed immediately, wetting her fingers on her 
dripping pussy and slipping her middle and ring fingers 
into her asshole quickly, really working her asshole 
with them.

Missy and Butch watched transfixed as their mother knelt 
before the black man, hands behind her back, fingers in 
her ass, and eagerly, pleadingly giving him a no-hands 
deep throat cocksucking... looking up at him as if he 
was a God, a black Adonis and she was worshipping at the 
temple of his divine prick. Missy started fingering 
herself without even realizing it.

Wendy continued to deep throat Luke, doing all the work, 
rocking her head back and forth on his massive prick, 
taking it deep to the root over and over in full, long 
strokes.

Within minutes, Luke bucked and came down her throat. 
Wendy hungrily gulped it all down, moaning and sucking 
lustily. She licked her lips clean appreciatively when 
she finally let his still semi-hard beautiful black dick 
slide out of her mouth.

"Hmm..." Luke didn't seem convinced, "I dunno. Lotsa 
hoes suck my dick, that ain't exactly special."

Wendy looked panicked, "but... but..." a sudden thought 
came to her and she hastily turned around and bent down, 
face planted in the carpet and ass high in the air 
pointed right at his prick, "do you want to fuck me, 
too?" she asked desperately.

"Been there, done that," Luke sighed, "A LOT. Dat loose 
pussy is TIRED OUT, ho."

Shamelessly, Wendy reached back and spread her butt 
cheeks wide, exposing her vulnerable pink butthole, "How 
about my ass?! PLEASE, Master, fuck my ass! Fuck it 
HARD!"

Luke sighed, "bitch, you know how much white ass I get? 
Ain't nothin' I can't find elsewhere."

Then, suddenly, Luke was heading for the door!

Wendy screamed and flung herself at Luke.

"Wait, NO!" she wailed, "what are you doing?! Where are 
you going?"

"Ho, don't you be grabbin' on me!" Luke effortlessly 
brushed her aside and she fell to the floor with a 
thump.

Missy snapped out of her masturbatory haze, suddenly 
realizing Luke was leaving.

"What's going on?!" Missy cried in a panic.

"Look, bitches, it's been fun, but I'm movin' on," Luke 
said as he opened the front door.

"NNNOOOO!" Wendy threw herself at his feet and wrapped 
her arms around Luke's leg.

"Wait, what?!" Missy shrieked as she raced to the 
bottom, "Mom?! What did you do?!"

"Please, Master Luke-" Wendy began to beg.

Luke walked out the door, dragging Wendy with him.

Missy followed them outside onto the front porch, both 
her and her mother completely oblivious to being stark 
naked outside, in broad daylight.

"MOM!" Missy screamed accusingly at her prostrate 
mother, "This is YOUR fault, isn't it?!"

"NO, NO!" Wendy was beside herself.

Luke shook her off his leg and walked off the porch, 
starting down the driveway back to his oversized black, 
windowless van.

Chuck was now coming to between the couch and coffee 
table and got to his feet slowly, reluctantly, trying to 
figure out what all the yelling was about.

"You DID something!" Missy screamed at her desperate 
mother in a hysterical high pitch, "YOU STUPID FUCKING 
BITCH, I HATE YOU!!"

Wendy was beside herself. She hadn't realized how much 
she had become devoted to this dominant presence in her 
life - how addicted she was to his masculinity, his 
sex... his magnificent big, black cock! Only now, when 
she'd been given a chance to freely choose for herself, 
did she realize what fate she desired. She no longer 
wanted to be the good wife, the loving mother, the 
chaste and proper God-fearing Christian. She wanted to 
be a slut... a whore... a complete black cock slave for 
this Man.

And now he was leaving her!!

"Please!" she begged, reaching for him and sobbing 
pathetically, "Why?!"

Luke stopped, but didn't turn to face her, "I'm bored. 
Time to move on."

"No, wait!" Wendy cried out desperately, "I'll do 
anything you want! ANYTHING!"

Luke turned and smiled. Butch and Chuck had now joined 
Wendy and Missy on the front porch. "Bitch, I already 
DONE everything to you white folk! Ain't nothin' left to 
do. I need a challenge in my life or it ain't worth 
livin'."

Luke turned away and started walking away again.

Missy glared at her mother, still prostrate on the 
porch, and poked her with her foot and gestured toward 
Luke, prodding her to say SOMETHING to get him to come 
back.

"Not EVERYTHING!" Wendy rebutted. Chuck and Butch 
couldn't believe this!

Luke stopped and chuckled, "trust me, woman, I got a 
good imagination."

"What about Butch?" Wendy offered, "You haven't made him 
eat your shit yet!"

"MOM!" Butch yelled.

"True..." Luke considered it, "It would be good for him 
to taste a real man's shit..."

"And Missy could fuck Butch with a strap-on for you!" 
Wendy further offered.

"Yeah! A big, BLACK one!" Missy cheerily amended.

"WHAT?!" Butch stared at Missy in disbelief. She simply 
winked at him and slapped his bare ass.

Luke turned around and faced them, intrigued.

"And, and..." Wendy's mind raced to try to come up with 
other depravities they hadn't had to endure (yet), "You 
could dress Chuck up in a dress and make Butch fuck him! 
You haven't done that!"

"Wendy, what the FUCK?!" Chuck stepped forward, but 
Wendy didn't even look at him, "Just let him fucking GO, 
already!"

"You do have quite the nasty mind on you, whitegirl," 
Luke turned around and smiled a big, toothy grin, "and 
that's all good for them, but what've YOU got to offer 
me that's new and different?"

"I... I..." this caught Wendy by surprise. What else DID 
she have to offer him? What HADN'T he already done to 
her? How far was she willing to go to keep this black 
man in her life? What were her limits? Those didn't 
matter right now. All that mattered was stopping him 
from exiting her life forever.

"Anything! ANYTHING!" Wendy cried, "I PROMISE! Whatever 
you want! Drink your piss, lick your ass... eat your 
shit! ANYTHING you want, Master! Just tell me and I'll 
do it!"

"I know," Luke said, and Wendy could detect an almost 
patronly gentleness in his answer, as if schooling a 
child, "and that's why my work is done here. It's time 
for me to move on, I have other wills to break, other 
women to train, other husbands to humiliate and other 
sons and daughters to devirginize. Whole other families 
to enslave."

Wendy was speechless. Nothing had worked. He was really 
leaving.

It was over.

"So long, Whitebreads," Luke waved as he turned away, 
"find some new black dick to suck!"

And Wendy and Missy and Butch and Chuck all watched him 
walk to his van and open the door. He didn't even take 
one last look at them as he got in.

"WAIT!" Wendy screamed out suddenly.

Luke leaned out the open door and looked back at her.

"Wendy, you're just embarrassing yourself now," Chuck 
tried to grab her by the arm.

"Yeah, Mom, come on-" Butch tried to prod her.

"You haven't fucked ALL of us!" Wendy yelled.

"WENDY!" Chuck barked in alarm, eyes wide in shock and 
horror.

"Hey, yeah!" Missy's eyes went wide and she got a huge 
smile on her face.

"MOM!" Butch squatted down and tried to help Chuck pull 
her up off the porch and back inside the house.

"What's that?" Luke shouted back, not sure he heard her 
right.

"A daughter! Another daughter!" Wendy screamed as the 
two male Whitebreads tried to shut her up and pull her 
back into the house, "YOU HAVEN'T FUCKED OUR OTHER 
DAUGHTER YET!"

"WHAT?!" Luke heard that. Immediately he got out of the 
van, slammed the door shut and started marching back to 
the front porch, double-time.

Butch and Chuck, in a panic, pulled Wendy inside. Chuck 
grabbed Missy and pulled her in, too. She was giggling 
and limp. She knew this would change everything.

Luke was on the porch steps now, and he looked like a 
mad bull, ready to charge. There was a fire in his eyes 
and his nostrils flared as his heavy steps pounded 
across the porch.

Chuck managed to slam the heavy front door shut and 
flicked the lock on the handle. A look of sudden relief 
crossed his face and he turned to Butch, pointing.

"Call the police and-"

SMASH!

Luke's expert kick smashed the door in with one powerful 
blow and sent Chuck sprawling across the foyer. 
Splinters flew through the air and the door handle 
dangled, bent and useless before dropping to the floor 
like a lead weight.

Luke's intense gaze found Wendy and locked on. She had a 
look of primal fear as he stomped toward her - like prey 
staring into the eyes of the predator that was about to 
eat them - paralyzed by their stare of doom.

Butch made a feeble half-hearted attempt to shield his 
mother, but Luke shoved him aside with ease and grabbed 
Wendy's hair by the back of her head, bending it back 
painfully and pulling her up off her ass to bring her 
face right to his.

"What the FUCK did you say?!" Luke snarled.

"Our... our..." Wendy stammered, trying to recover her 
voice, "we... have another... daughter..."

Luke stared into her eyes, studying them, as if trying 
to see into her soul and find either deceit or the 
truth.

He turned his intimidating gaze to Chuck, then, and 
suddenly let go of Wendy, letting her unceremoniously 
drop to the floor with a loud THUD.

"YOU."

Chuck's eyes went wide with fear. Instinctively, he 
tried to back away. He was on his back in the hallway 
next to the stairs and he scooted backwards as Luke 
slowly, menacingly approached him.

Luke increased his pace and Chuck's lizard brain took 
over: his fight or flight instinct kicking in (it chose 
"flight", as always). He flipped himself over and began 
to scurry away as fast as he could on his hands and 
knees. But Luke was on him in a flash and grabbed him by 
an ankle, pulling him back towards the foyer. 

His sweaty, flabby white belly made a comical 
"SQUEEEEAAAAKKK" as he was yanked back, thrashing and 
flailing, into the grasp of the big, black beast.

Luke sat down on Chuck's ass and grabbed him by the 
throat. He pulled him back roughly, painfully arching 
the father's back and cutting off his air supply. Luke 
turned his head so that the two were face-to-face.

"And when were you gonna TELL me about this other little 
Whitebread bitch, Cuckie-boy?" Luke rasped, voice 
rumbling with barely controlled rage.

"ACK-GURK-UCK!" was all Chuck could manage in the 
extreme stress position Luke had the wimpy patron locked 
in.

"I do believe y'all been keepin' secrets from Mr. Luke, 
haven't you?" Luke squeezed Chuck's cheeks and moved his 
head for him, making him nod, "and that's what BAD 
little bitches do, ain't it?" Again, he made him nod, 
this time even more vigorously. Drool was dripping from 
Chuck's mouth and his face was turning red. "And BAD 
bitches get PUNISHED... DON'T THEY?!" Luke finished with 
a sudden full-throated bellow right in Chuck's face. He 
let Chuck's throat go to let him answer himself.

Chuck gasped and coughed as he took in a badly needed 
deep breath of air and Luke repeated his question 
screaming in the pinned father's face, " I SAID: 'DON'T 
THEY?!', YOU FUCKING WORTHLESS FUCKING COCKSUCKING, 
SHIT-EATING FILTHY SISSY FAGGOT BITCH!"

"Y... yes..." Chuck choked and coughed, "yes... I'm 
sorry..."

"Sorry WHAT?!" Luke demanded.

"I'm sorry... Master," Chuck sobbed.

Luke smiled. He had reaffirmed his place of dominance. 
Now the fun could begin.

He got up, lifting Chuck a bit with him as he rose, only 
to let go and shove him back down to the ground roughly.

"NOW." Luke looked around, surveying the assembled 
Whitebreads and considering his options. He settled on 
Wendy, first.

"What's this you said about drinkin' my piss, bitch?" he 
smiled at her.

Wendy looked initially surprised and nervous, but, 
nevertheless, she bowed her head and crawled over to 
him, sitting up on her heels before him and looking up 
at him submissively.

"Yes, Master Luke," she mewed, "I want your piss."

Luke chuckled at this, "You realize things means you 
ain't just gonna be one of my hoes anymore," he said, 
"This means from now on, you're my BITCH. You 
understand, BITCH?!"

"Yes, Black Master." Wendy consented, "I want to be your 
bitch."

Luke smiled, "Now... you know this is something I have 
only forced on Butch and Chuck..." he cautioned the 
completely subservient mother, "To show them they're 
place: the lowest of the low, less useful to me than 
even a white bitch like yourself or your daughter."

Wendy let this sink in and, after a brief delay, nodded 
her acknowledgment.

Luke nodded, "For you to do this..." he continued, "it 
would lower you in my eyes. Things will not be the same 
as before.

"I understand," Wendy replied simply, eyes tearing up. 
If this is what it took to keep him in her life, then so 
be it.

"Doubly so since you'd be doing it willingly," Luke 
cautioned one last time.

Wendy didn't care, "Please," she begged, "I want to 
drink your piss, Master..."

"Good." Luke grinned, then suddenly his face turned 
hard, mean: "Now SHUT the fuck up and open that pisshole 
MOUTH of yours up! Do somethin' USEFUL with it! I gotta 
take a nice, long, HOT PISS! Been holdin' it all 
mornin'!"

"Yes, Master," Wendy complied and opened as wide as she 
could.

Missy crawled over to get a good view as Luke positioned 
his fat cockhead, resting it on Wendy's full, red lips 
and got comfortable.

"Lucky for you," he sighed, "I had a nice big breakfast 
and drank 5 big ol' glasses of OJ this morning while I 
waited for your sleepy asses to get up. So I got a nice, 
BIG piss ready for ya."

Wendy groaned at the thought.

"YO! FAGGOT AND FAGGOT JUNIOR!" Luke shouted to Chuck 
and Butch, "Git your faggoty asses over here and witness 
this, else I do YOU next!"

Reluctantly, beaten and emasculated, Chuck and Butch 
obeyed; Butch kneeling next to Missy and Chuck across 
from them to Luke's left.

"Cuckie-boy," Luke sneered at the humiliated husband, 
"treat yourself: take out your little dicklet and play 
with yourself while you watch your wife guzzle my hot 
PISS."

Chuck shuddered in despair and did as commanded, 
extracting his soft, white micropenis from its little 
pink lace sheath and began jerking it.

"And you, bitch," Luke looked at Butch, jerking a finger 
at him, "come on up here and get yourself a nice bird's 
eye view of your Momma enjoyin' my sweet lemonade!"

Butch was slow to rise to his feet, but Luke grabbed him 
and pulled him close, wrapping his muscular arm around 
him and roughly shoving two fingers deep into the teen's 
taut asshole.

"AAIIOWW!" Butch squealed as Luke's fingers bottomed out 
to the first knuckle in his tight white ass.

Luke took Butch's right hand and put it on his cock, 
making him hold it in place right on his mother's open 
lips, "now you hold that there and FEEL all that hot 
manpiss shootin' into yo Momma's belly, boy! An' try not 
to get too thirsty imaginin' it's you down there!"

Butch moaned, but Luke's fingers curled up in his ass, 
pressing hard on his prostate, and he obeyed.

"Missy, be a good little girl and hold your Mommy's head 
back for me," Luke asked, almost politely. Missy gladly 
did so and smiled a huge, evil, sadistic grin as she 
began to rub her own clit with her free hand and grind 
her hips in wet anticipation.

"Now: BITCH," Luke finally turned back to Wendy for her 
instruction. Her wide, attentive eyes stared up at him, 
captivated, in full, loving devotion.

"I'm gonna fill your mouth and keep pissing," Luke 
informed the kneeling imminent human urinal, "And I'm 
not stopping til' my bladder's drained. But you don't 
start swallowing until I say so. Miss a SINGLE drop and 
I leave."

Wendy only nodded slightly (as much as Missy's firm grip 
would allow) in understanding.

Suddenly his cockhead exploded with a forceful, amber 
torrent of hot, nasty, concentrated piss! Butch was 
surprised to feel it jerk from the force, but Luke's 
hand was on his quick to steady the stream. The teen 
could FEEL the heat from the scalding piss burning 
through the black man's impressive cock. It was like a 
hot-water firehose!

Wendy jerked in surprise, but didn't pull away. She 
fought her gag reflex and the need to cough, as his piss 
was hitting the back of her throat straight-on. Instead 
she sat there obediently, stoically taking his steaming, 
rancid piss right in her open mouth, rapidly filling it 
up! 

Her eyes watered from the rancid stench burning her 
nostrils and the deep, soul-crushing shame of it. It was 
absolutely overwhelming. Uncontrollably, she started to 
retch and gag, but she kept eye contact and spilled 
nothing.

Chuck had the best view, close-up and personal. Luke let 
Butch hold his cock now that the teen was over his 
initial wide-eyed surprise at the heat and force of 
Luke's piss. He grabbed Chuck by the hair and pulled his 
head in close to the action so that his face was 
pressing up against his wife's - his mouth touching 
hers. Backsplash from her rapidly filling mouth 
splattered on his face and got in his own mouth. But, 
obediently, he dutifully kept pulling at his flaccid, 
meager pecker. 

He couldn't tear his eyes from the sight of his wife's 
open mouth rapidly filling with Luke's frothing hot 
piss. He'd drunk plenty of it himself, several times a 
day for the past couple months, in fact... but he'd 
never *seen* someone else drink it up-close like this... 
and never his loving, previously faithful wife whom he 
had sworn to love, honor and cherish so long ago - whom 
he was supposed to support and protect.

Missy was getting a nice close-up view, too, eagerly 
licking any splatters off of Wendy's face that she saw. 
Her fingers were working her little shaved teen pussy 
overtime, making an obscene, wet "shluck-shluck-shluck" 
sound and filling the air with the scent of her dripping 
young cunt, mixing in the air with the overwhelming rank 
of Luke's potent piss.

Within seconds, Luke had completely filled Wendy's mouth 
right up to the brim.

"Squeeze me off, whiteboy," Luke commanded Butch, 
punctuating his order with a jerk of his fingers in the 
boy's rectum.

Butch pinched the big black dick hard behind the head, 
but the piss kept coming! He had to use both hands and 
squeeze much harder to stop the flow. He couldn't 
believe how big and heavy and thick and firm Luke's cock 
was - and how forceful the piss stream was.

"Now, bitch," Luke addressed Wendy, who was staring up 
at him with wide-open, wet eyes, tears running down her 
temples, "I want you to hold that in your mouth and 
really TASTE it. Let that shit soak in there. Can you 
taste it, cunt?"

Wendy's eyed lidded slightly and she nodded as little as 
she could so as to not spill any of the black man's 
steaming urine from her brimming maw.

"Good," Luke continued, "Don't you ever forget that 
taste, cunt. I don't want you to ever be able to get 
that taste outta yo mouth ever again. I want you to 
always have that as a constant reminder of what you are, 
now. You ain't a white ho anymore. You're not just a 
fuckhole for me anymore. Now you're a fuckin' urinal. 
You drink piss, and you're gonna like it. You're gonna 
miss the taste when you don't have it. You're gonna be 
dyin' of thirst for it. You're gonna BEG me for it. Do 
you understand?"

Again, a slight nod came from Wendy. The piss was 
stinging her nostrils and her eyes. It was the 
strongest, nastiest thing she'd ever tasted and her 
tongue burned from it. It took every ounce of her 
willpower not to gag and throw up with it sitting in her 
mouth like this, soaking into and saturating her every 
tastebud. 

The experience was hyper-real to her, as if she was 
feeling things with more clarity and intensity than she 
ever had before - as if she'd been half-asleep her whole 
life up to this point. The experience was being scorched 
into her soul forever - there was no way she would ever 
forget this.

"Missy, stir that piss up for your Momma, make sure she 
really gets to taste it all," Luke nodded to the 
masturbating teen girl.

Smiling wickedly, Missy did as told - sticking her 
pussyjuice-slick middle finger into her mother's mouth 
so far that some piss was displaced and ran out, 
panicking Wendy who feared losing any. But Missy was 
quick and slurped it up.

Missy stuck her finger in a bit too far and triggered 
Wendy's gag reflex. But to the MILF's credit, she 
suppressed it (countless deep throating Luke's huge 
black dick had trained her well). Missy stirred up the 
piss and, sure enough, a new wave of potent flavors 
washed over Wendy's tongue, making her moan in 
submissive surrender. Missy rubbed the piss into Wendy's 
tongue a bit maliciously.

Luke chuckled at this and finally said, "alright, 
alright, I can't hold this piss much longer, that's good 
enough."

Missy pulled out her wet, dripping finger and licked her 
lips anticipating sucking Luke's strong piss from it. 
But she caught Chuck's look of disgust and decided, 
instead, to shove it in his mouth! Chuck gagged and 
jerked from the ambush and the horrible taste, but Luke 
held his head firm.

"Suck that nasty black piss, Daddy!" Missy sneered. 
Chuck looked into Wendy's eyes and, reluctantly, did as 
he was told, sucking his daughter's piss-soaked finger 
and continuing to jerk himself in front of his family.

When Missy's finger was clean, Luke finally said: "Okay, 
bitch, time to swallow. But keep that pisspot mouf o' 
yours open, I wanna see it go down the drain."

Wendy obeyed and tried to swallow, but her human dignity 
instincts fought her desire to obey and she just didn't 
swallow the first few times she tried. She began to 
panic at the thought that she might now be able to do it 
and that Luke would leave! And she'd be left here, 
alone... without him and his masterful cock... alone to 
face her family after everything she'd done... alone to 
face her own humiliation and degradation. 

There was no going back for her now. This was it, her 
point of no return. Once she did this, she was Luke's 
forever. She could never, EVER go back to her old life 
and the boring, conservative housewife and mother she 
was. From now on, she would be Luke's slave forever... 
and she'd enjoy it.

With a large gulp, she swallowed her very first dose of 
nigger piss, the first of many, many more to come she 
now knew. She was unprepared for how its warm would 
course through her body, filling her body from the core 
to the tips of her fingers and toes with an erotic heat 
that made her instantly wet and incredibly horny.

With sudden deep-seated desire, she chugged down the 
rest of the impressive mouthful of scalding-hot piss in 
three large gulps and gasped for air.

Luke saw the change in her right away - he recognized it 
well. Many bitches (female and male) had broken at that 
point - at that first dose of piss that broke their will 
and turned them into his slave forever.

"Good," he smiled with a perverse, dominant satisfaction 
that sent chills down Wendy's spine, "Now... what do you 
say?"

"Th-thank you, Black Master Luke," Wendy sighed, adding: 
"May I please have some more of your delicious piss, 
please?"

Luke grinned broadly. Broken and owned forever, now.

"Well, you heard the toilet slut, faggot!" Luke barked 
at Butch, "don't keep the thirsty bitch waiting! Fill 
'er up!"

The teen son took a second to register Luke's words 
through the fog of shock and confusion, but a jerk of 
Luke's fingers snapped him out of it and he quickly 
loosed his death-grip on Luke's fat dick, unleashing 
another searing torrent of hot, nasty piss right into 
his mother's open mouth.

Wendy groaned and writhed in submissive ecstasy as 
Luke's hot piss hit her tongue again. She really DID 
feel empty when her mouth was empty. She was surprised 
by how quickly and easily she had given into this 
experience and how much she now craved it. She was lost 
to Chuck and her family forever now. This was the 
purpose of her life from this point on - to serve her 
black Master in any damned way he pleased. And she was 
grateful for it. 

As she guzzled down mouthful after mouthful of hot, 
nasty black urine, she felt a sense of purpose and 
meaning for her life she'd never felt before, not even 
as a wife or mother. This was the fate that had been 
waiting for her to discover it her whole, entire life. 
She only wished she had met Luke much younger. She felt 
a distinct pang of jealousy toward her daughter (who was 
busily fingering herself like a possessed slut at the 
moment, shoving her tongue in Wendy's ear and roaring a 
ceaseless stream of profanities into it).

Chuck watched in transfixed horror as his wife was 
transformed into nothing more than a toilet slut for his 
black tormentor right before his eyes. Chuck agonized 
over how far his lovely wife has fallen in just two 
months. While it was terrible for Luke to have forced 
Chuck to do these horrible acts, it was even worse to 
see his lovely, beautiful wife do these things 
*willingly* for another man, and especially this 
despicable, beast of a nigger! 

He knew Wendy would never love him ever again, that his 
wife was lost to him forever. He began sobbing and 
blubbering "no, no, no" while she guzzled mouthful after 
mouthful. But he never stopped jerking himself off, and 
he didn't even notice he was hard, now.

Meanwhile, Luke was building up a steady rhythm driving 
three of his long, thick fingers in and out of Butch's 
asshole and the boy writhed and squirmed in his python-
like, heavily muscled right arm. The boy was still a 
teen, raging with hormones, and his body couldn't help 
but react the way any sex-crazed teen male's body would 
- with a raging stiffy.

It took four or five full minutes and at least 20 
mouthfuls for Wendy to drink every drop Luke had to 
offer - easily over a full liter. When Luke finally ran 
dry, she closed her mouth around the last overflowing 
mouthful, her cheeks bulging out obscenely like a 
squirrel and chugged it down with one huge gulp like a 
starving bird, cumming like a madwoman as she did, 
bucking and thrashing and groaning in sheer piss bliss.

Missy also came, exploding like a firecracker, face, 
neck and chest flushed red, and screaming into her 
mother's face as she climaxed so hard she pissed all 
over the foyer's tile floor, completely losing herself.

Chuck, too, couldn't help himself and he dribbled his 
feeble drops of thin jizz on the floor as he cried out, 
"oh GOD...!" sobbing like a pathetic bitch. But as he 
was cumming, Butch his his limit as well, bucking and 
jerking and crying out "NNNNGGGAAAHHHHH!" - only his 
load was much larger and more impressive - his teen 
balls being young and virile, and his abused, swollen 
prostate positively exploding with a massive load - all 
over Chuck's face, spraying into his mouth and drenching 
the humiliated husband and father even as he was cumming 
in shame.

Luke took advantage of the action and the fact that he 
had one hand on Chuck's head and the other up his son's 
tight ass - she shoved the two together, forcing Butch's 
cock down Chuck's throat and making the teen shoot the 
remainder of his epic wad right into his own father's 
mouth. Chuck gagged and tried to pull back, but Luke's 
grip was just unbreakable. 

Butch didn't help, so lost in his overwhelming orgasm 
that he bent over Chuck's head, grabbing it with both 
hands and pumping the father's face like it was his 
first time with a girl (in fact, this was technically 
the first blow job Butch had ever gotten!) Chuck was 
mentally completely repulsed, but he was past the point 
of no return in his own orgasm, so he couldn't stop 
himself from cumming and moaning around his own son's 
rock-hard, spurting teenage dick as it exploded into his 
mouth.

Missy, meanwhile, tackled her mother and laid on top of 
her, grabbing her face with both hands and deeply French 
kissing Wendy with wild abandon, trying to lick and 
taste Luke's piss from her mouth, sucking on her tongue 
and writhing all over her buxom body, their thighs 
finding each others engorged vulvas, rubbing on each 
other like bitches in heat.

Wendy uncontrollably belched a massive, hot, wet, long 
piss-burp into Missy's mouth, but the teen didn't pull 
away, it just redoubled her perverse passions and made 
her seal her mouth to her mother's even harder, 
Frenching her even more deeply and hungrily.

Luke stepped back from the two incestuous, kinky 
homosexual pairs and admired his handiwork. Damn, but he 
DID know how to turn out white folk like nobody else.

***

When the freaky foursome had fully expended themselves 
and collapsed into post-coital bliss/self-loathing, Luke 
returned and stood over them, straddling Wendy like some 
conquering king.

"Not bad, bitch, not bad," Luke nodded. This simple 
acknowledgement filled Wendy with a level of immense joy 
that she was completely unprepared for. Her eyes welled 
up with tears of joy and she knew she would do ANYTHING 
for this Man. 

"Maybe you still has some use left," Luke admitted, 
"I'll stay... for now."

Wendy was relieved and let her body go lax, no longer in 
fear of losing her only purpose for living.

"But," Luke continued unexpectedly, looking down at her 
with disdain, "I'm tired of your worn-out pussy. In 
fact, from now on, you only get oral and anal. 
Understood?"

Wendy was in shock at this, but was too weak and 
exhausted to show it, in too much of an altered state to 
do anything else but absent-mindedly mutter: "...how 
will I cum...?"

Luke's face instantly lit up in angry rebuke, "BITCH, do 
I LOOK like I care about *you* cumming?!"

Wendy was startled by his sudden rage and snapped to, 
"N-no, Master... I'm sorry!"

"Get your lazy white ass up against that door and show 
me that asshole, BITCH!" Luke bellowed.

Immediately, Wendy fought her exhaustion to struggle to 
her feet and leaned against the door with her back to 
Luke.

"Bitch, SPREAD those cheeks!" the black man violently 
spanked her butt so hard it shook her whole butt making 
it jiggle violently and leaving an instant handprint. 
Wendy jerked and immediately obeyed, reaching back with 
both hands and pulling her fleshy white cheeks apart as 
far as she could, revealing her pink, quivering hole.

"Yo', Missy, get up in here and get that nice and wet 
for me," Luke demanded as he grabbed Butch by the hair 
and shoved his dick down the boy's throat. Butch was 
lost in a shame-induced come coma and was caught 
completely unprepared. He gagged and choked and 
struggled around Luke's invading, stiffening power-
prick, slapping his hands uselessly against the much 
bigger, stronger man's thickly muscled thighs. 

It worked perfectly - Luke loved it when they struggled 
and was fully, throbbingly hard down the teen's throat 
within moments.

As Luke pumped Butch's throat, working up a good layer 
of slick mucus (nature's lube!) on his big, black dick, 
he brought Chuck back into the act.

"Hey, Cuckie-boy! Go on over there and give your wife a 
big, wet kiss!" Luke demanded, "show her how much you 
LOVE her!"

Chuck reluctantly, absent-mindedly obeyed. Only when he 
stood up between Wendy and the door and tried to kiss 
her, she pulled away in disgust.

"Ugh - do I HAVE to?" Wendy groused, disgusted by the 
mere thought of kissing her own husband.

"Yes," Luke admonished the white slut as he pumped his 
dick into the depths of her teenage son's throat, "let 
Cuckboy have a taste of your devotion to me. I want him 
to know what it tastes like."

Reluctantly, Wendy turned and kissed Chuck, chastely.

Annoyed, Luke hastily pulled Butch off his cock and 
tossed him aside (leaving him on the floor gagging and 
drooling thick strands of mucus), walking up behind 
Wendy and forcing her to kiss Chuck deeply. She groaned 
in protest, but did not resist.

Missy dropped away and helped guide Luke's man-missile 
straight into its intended target - right into her 
mother's wet and ready anus.

Luke shoved his cock in deep in the first thrust, making 
Wendy cry out in shock and awe. Luke used this to push 
her into kissing Chuck even more deeply.

Missy took advantage of her position to eat out her 
mother's swollen pussy, making the voluptuous housewife 
moan and writhe in appreciation.

Luke grabbed Wendy's huge, pendulous breasts from behind 
and squeezed them hard, pinching her erect nipples 
between his fingers, sending electric shocks of pain 
through the MILF's body. She squealed and jerked as Luke 
used his firm tit-grip as leverage to fuck her shitter 
with such savagery and abandon that she thought she 
would split in two.

The force of Luke's anal pounding rumbled Wendy's 
digestive system and she found herself burping 
explosively into Chuck's mouth as they French kissed 
deeply - each punishing piledrive thrust into her ass 
made her bring up foul, noxious piss-burps that Chuck 
had no way of escaping. He surrendered to the 
humiliation and sobbed as he swallowed the foul recycled 
urine air into his own lungs, the awfulness saturating 
his nostrils.

Luke was power-fucking Wendy's ass, her self-spread 
cheeks pulled so wide that he easily got himself planted 
to the hilt, pubic bone to sphincter, with every single 
thrust. He could come quickly and explosively, and that 
was the point. This was all for HIS pleasure, not hers. 
So when he heard her moaning and writhing, he looked 
down and realized that Missy was eating her out.

He angrily grabbed Missy by the hair and pulled her away 
roughly, making the thirteen year-old slut cry out 
sharply.

"AW NAH!" Luke shouted, "Dis bitch gonna learn to cum 
from anal ONLY! No fuckin' pussy fun for her anymo', she 
ain't good enough for that!"

Missy understood and took it upon herself to suck on 
Luke's balls instead, which he didn't object to.

"Aw, FUCK yeah!" Luke grunted as he continued to punish 
the matron's bowels with his 14-inch log-like black 
piston, spanking her roughly on each outstroke, making 
her yelp and cry out.

"Yo, FAGGOT JUNIOR," Luke called back to the sprawled-
out Butch behind him, "get yo sissy-ass mouth over here 
and make youself useful!"

Butch reluctantly started to stir, but Missy took a 
break from her ball-sucking to grab him and roughly drag 
him over. Luke grabbed the teen's head and shoved it 
between his sweaty, muscular butt cheeks.

"Toss my salad, bitch, while I buttfuck your Moms!" Luke 
pushed his ass back and forced Butch's mouth open so 
that Luke's asshole was right in his mouth. Butch 
couldn't avoid his tongue coming to contact with Luke's 
dirty browneye.

Missy went back to sucking Luke's balls, but also helped 
keep Butch in place.

"Ah, FUCK YEAH!" Luke screamed as he picked up the pace, 
reaming the living shit out of Wendy's bowels as he bore 
down in Butch's mouth and farted repeatedly in the 
teenage boy's mouth - wet, nasty, spicy farts that 
exploded like mini atomic bombs of foul, acrid ass-
grenades in the bucking, thrashing boy's mouth. Butch 
gagged and retched, but had no hope of escape. The 
noxious gasses burned his lungs.

Luke reached his other hand up to Wendy's neck and 
grabbed her tightly and choked her, leaning in and 
growling into her ear.

"FUCKING WHITE BITCH ASS SLUT, MOTHERFUCKIN CUNT, PISS 
CHUGGIN' TOILET WHORE, FUCKIN' BITCH!" Luke alternated 
between slapping her across the face and choking her as 
he verbally berated her, "GONNA FUCKIN' NUT YO ASS, 
BITCH! BREED YOUR ASS LIKE A FUCKIN' STREET HO! FUCK!"

The look of sheer savagery scared the living shit out of 
Chuck. He had never seen him this worked up, this up 
close and intense. At that moment he feared the huge 
black man with a primal terror that evoked his mammal 
prey instincts - he would do anything to avoid this 
predator's wrath!

"NNNGGHHHH!" Luke grunted, "AH FUCK, HERE IT COME, 
BITCH!!"

Luke squatted down and thrust his hips up under Wendy, 
slamming his cock all the way into her quaking butt and 
lifting her right up off the floor, impaled on his 
jerking, rock-hard ebony tower of power.

Missy felt his balls jerk and spasm in her mouth and she 
came as she fingered herself, knowing the black man was 
blowing yet another epic load into the deepest reaches 
of her mother's guts, flooding her with black baby 
batter.

Wendy couldn't help it, she came, too - exclusively from 
the anal assault - and screamed into Chuck's mouth as 
she climaxed uncontrollably, bucking and jerking and 
crying tears of ecstatic joy. Her eyes were locked with 
Chuck's and he was pinned against the door by her body. 
He could do nothing but stare into her eyes as she 
experienced her first purely anal orgasm at the hands of 
this sadistic black rapist that had stolen her from him.

And Luke - as he unloaded a record wad of cocksauce into 
Wendy's ass - pulled Butch's mouth into his crack and 
bore down in Butch's open mouth... and he SHAT an 
absolutely MASSIVE turd right into the teen's mouth - so 
hard and fast that captive whiteboy didn't even know 
what had happened until his mouth was packed full and it 
was already pushing at the back of his throat!

Butch's mind and body instinctively fought the 
experience of becoming this black man's shit-bucket with 
all of his might - flailing and pulling and pounding his 
small white fists vainly against Luke's flexed, steely 
ass muscles. He was trapped there, a captive human 
toilet, forced to swallow this black bastard's nasty, 
disgusting shit!

Luke kept pumping load after load of thick, hot ball-
lava up into Wendy as he simultaneously dumped inch 
after thick inch of dense, foul shit down Butch's 
throat. Butch didn't even get to chew it, it just forced 
its way down his throat - well conditioned from months 
of deep throat-fucking to accommodate something of even 
that massive loaf's girth and length. 

Only this was a massive turd from another man's bowels, 
not a fat black dick! But his throat didn't know this 
and didn't care. Only his reeling, rebelling mind fought 
the horror of the moment. His bodily happily obliged and 
let the megaturd snake its way straight down into his 
rapidly bulging belly!

The foyer was full of the sounds of Luke, Wendy and 
Missy cumming like wild animals, of Chuck blubbering 
like a baby, of Butch choking on a throatful of 
revolting crap. The air in the room was a heady, 
intoxicating, overwhelming mix of piss, sweat, cum, ass 
and shit.

After a good couple minutes of pumping powerful ball-
loads of potent spunk into Wendy's flooded bowels, and 
having dumped a full two feet of shit down Butch's 
throat, Luke finally relaxed and slowly released the 
white family from his bear-like grip.

Wendy fell to the floor, asshole gaping and oozing 
thick, brownish, ass-baked cum from her depths. Missy 
immediately dove in between her mother's thick, fleshy 
cheeks and began slurping out the chocolate cumshake, 
sucking and gulping it down with audible gusto.

Butch dropped to the floor behind Luke, choking and 
gagging on the black man's shit, mouth still packed full 
of it, a good couple inches sticking out still. Luke 
ducked into the kitchen quickly and came back with a 
roll of plastic wrap. He proceeded to wrap it around 
Butch's nose and mouth, squishing the shit into the 
teen's mouth, ensuring it wouldn't fall out and couldn't 
be spit out. 

Butch's eyes shot open wide in panic and started to 
flail, but Luke deftly wrapped his arms behind his back 
with plastic wrap and did the same to his feet, just for 
good measure. Butch was desperately trying to breathe, 
and only when Luke was done with his impromptu bondage 
job did he bother to poke two nostril holes into the 
plastic wrap around the teen's face.

"Chew all that up like a good little shitboy," Luke 
instructed the bound teen, "and maybe you can have 
desert later..."

Wendy heard this and came out of her post-orgasmic haze 
enough to register what had happened. Her eyes widened 
in shock as she saw her son, bound in plastic wrap being 
forced to eat her Black Master's massive shitload!

"Hey, it was YOUR idea, bitch!" Luke smiled at her.

She simply looked up at Luke in awe and smiled at him, 
worshipping him as the Black Sex God he was.

Luke leaned up against the side table in the foyer next 
to the front door and casually grabbed Chuck's head and 
forced him to deep-throat him, sucking the black man's 
jizz and his wife's thoroughly-churned shit off his dick 
as if it was the most natural thing in the world, like 
using a napkin.

"Not bad, bitch, not bad," Luke sighed, apparently 
sated, albeit briefly, "I think maybe you're ready for a 
bit more action back there."

As Missy finished dining at her gaping anus and kissed 
her mother deeply, Wendy couldn't imagine how Luke could 
do anything MORE to her ass!

"Matter of fact, I might have to invite over some of my 
brothas," Luke mused as he worked Chuck's mouth up and 
down on his soiled dick and Butch choked down his 
massive turd.

"I mean, you got a fantastic ass on you for a 
whitegirl," Wendy flushed in pride at the compliment 
that meant so much coming from this magnificent black 
specimen of manhood, "but, honestly, bored or it. But I 
know some niggas that would be on that ass like a dog on 
a BONE!" 

Luke smiled at the thought, starting to get hard again 
down Chuck's throat, making the cuckold gag and struggle 
around it, "Yeah, you ass is gonna see a LOTTA action... 
the biggest black dicks in the tristate area gonna be 
getting a piece of that."

Wendy was simultaneously aroused and terrified by the 
idea. She sat up on her knees before her Black God, 
submissively, "I don't know if I can, Master... you're 
the only Man I've ever been with...!"

This didn't escape Chuck's notice. There he was, the 
father of her children and now he didn't even count as a 
MAN she's had sex with... He groaned in protest.

Luke laughed out loud at this, "I think Cuckyboy here 
feels dissed!"

Wendy immediately scoffed at the thought, "He's not a 
REAL man, he doesn't count... not with that tiny, pasty 
white baby dick of his," the disgust and resentment in 
her voice was palpably sincere, "that useless thing has 
been an embarrassment since the day I made the mistake 
of marrying his pathetic ass!"

Chuck groaned at this and deflated, going slack in 
Luke's grasp and Luke continued to force him to suck his 
filthy, superior black prick clean of their latest 
debauchery.

Luke couldn't help but laugh out loud, a deep, hearty 
belly laugh that filled the room and made everyone feel 
his masculine presence. Wendy blushed with satisfaction 
that she had amused him so by humiliating her pathetic 
wimp of a sissy husband so viciously.

Missy had sidled up beside Luke, nestling in his arm and 
massaging her chest as she watch her father clean the 
black man's cock.

Missy got a sadistic gleam in her eyes and, as she 
pushed Chuck's head down all the way to the root, she 
leaned into Luke's ear and whispered:

"It's my TWIN sister..."

Luke's eyes went wide and his cock immediately jerked to 
life and went rock-hard down Chuck's throat, gagging and 
choking the thoroughly emasculated cuckold.

TWINS blond teen sluts?! The only thing better than 
banging a horny 13 year old horny white bitch? Banging 
her AND her twin sister! 

Luke and Missy immediately started French-kissing deeply 
and passionately as Missy worked her daddy's head up and 
down on Luke's 14", rock-hard cock. Luke grabbed her ass 
and fingered it as he twisted and pinched her nipples 
and facefucked Chuck, cumming straight into the broken 
family man's belly as Missy whispered all the nasty 
things she plans on Luke, Missy and her twin sister 
doing together...

****

CHAPTER 11-a: ELECTION NIGHT

Later that day, after Luke had indisputably re-
established his dominance over the Whitebread family, 
and they had discussed the future plans of bringing home 
Missy's identical twin sister Sissy, Luke made a brief 
pitch about the importance of democracy.

Luke said that, despite their agreement, he still 
believed in majority rules, so they're going to have a 
vote on election night.

Chuck had been following the election before the Luke's 
takeover back in September. He would have preferred 
someone more conservative and religious than John 
McCain, but liked Sarah Palin and expected them to win. 
He figured Luke wouldn't even let them vote, seeing as 
how voter fraud is the only way liberals could win. So 
he was surprised when Luke got them absentee ballots and 
let them vote. 

Chuck voted for McCain, Luke for Obama, of course. But 
Chuck was disappointed to see Wendy voted for Obama. But 
he was surprised that Luke mailed all 3 ballots, even 
Chuck's. Still, Luke didn't seem concerned. He seemed 
absolutely sure that that African-born nigger impostor 
Obama is going to win. Chuck was looking forward to 
relishing this night, watching Luke get his hopes 
dashed. Luke may have taken over their home, but America 
was still a white man's land and always would be.

While they were waiting for the vote totals to come in 
on election night, Luke held a mini election to decide 
who should be Master of the house - him or (laughably) 
Chuck. 

He even allowed each of them to give a speech and debate 
the issues. Chuck had no time to prepare, but he focused 
on old fashioned, outdated ideas such as "being their 
father/husband" and "traditional values" and "God's 
way", accusing Luke of "abominations before God" and 
saying that he was a dirty, uneducated thug who should 
be in jail, not in a position of power.

Luke's platform was much simpler, and seemed to resonate 
better with the voters: his big, black dick.

In the end the vote tally was close, but Luke clearly 
won with a majority. Two votes for Chuck (from himself 
and Butch) and three for Luke (Luke, Wendy and Missy).

Luke then threw a victory party, complete with a black 
balloon drop and proceeded to assrape the loser (Chuck) 
right there on the debate stage in front of everyone, to 
the tune of his campaign theme song (2 Live Crew's "Face 
Down, Ass Up").

Later that night, as the final results were coming in, 
Luke was sitting on the couch, and Wendy was riding him 
reverse cowgirl style, her ass bouncing up and down on 
his throbbing dick while Missy sucked her tits and 
slapped her pussy.

Butch was forced to suck Luke's balls during this while 
Chuck was tied up in his torn and cum-stained campaign 
suit, impaled on a giant black dildo, forced to watch.

Luke looked at the results coming in and declared that, 
if McCain won, he'd leave forever. But if Obama won, 
he'd stay for as long as a black man is in the White 
House.

Wendy and Missy fretted dreadfully over this, but Luke 
told them to mind their own fucking business and stop 
questioning him, which they immediately did.

And, 15 minutes later, when it was officially declared 
that Barack Obama won and became America's first Black 
President, Chuck was completely shocked and heartbroken. 
He openly wept. He'd lost his family and now his 
country. His whole world had fallen apart around him.

This new reality put Wendy over the edge and she came 
hard on Luke's cock in her ass (anal orgasms becoming 
easier and easier for her - and getting more and more 
powerful each time - more so than any vaginal orgasms 
she'd had, in fact!).

Luke pulled out, cleaning his dick in Butch's mouth 
while Missy brought the shaky, dazed Wendy to Chuck and 
had her shart Luke's thick, gooey cum from her asshole. 
But Chuck was too distraught to do obey, this one time, 
and he wouldn't do it.

Missy complained to Luke about this.

"Hey, loser," Luke called from the couch, "do your 
fuckin' cuckold duty 'less you want me to fuck your wife 
in her cunt one last time and make the NEXT Obama!"

Chuck moaned and gave in, yet again, gulping down Luke's 
latest batch of potential future Presidents from his 
wife's gaping asshole. It would be a long, LONG 4 
years... 

(but, at least - he told himself - he was sure a white 
man would win it back in 2012 once the country realized 
what a mistake they had made allowing an illegitimate 
African to become President!)

***

CHAPTER 12: WENDY'S DESCENT INTO BLACKNESS

Over the next few weeks, Luke got rougher and rougher 
with Wendy, mistreating her so badly that Chuck worried 
for her safety.

Now, it's not like Luke had ever been a gentle lover.

Ever.

But he had really raised it several notches since 
Wendy's self-abasement in order to keep Luke with them.

Had always fucked her hard, but now he was much 
rougher... cruel... mean... degrading. It was as if he 
was raping the poor woman every single time he fucked 
her. It was angry sex, and it was completely about his 
pleasure, with no consideration or even concern for 
Wendy at all. He was like an animal, a rabid beast. 
Sexual id, completely unleashed.

First of all, Luke never fucked the voluptuous white 
woman in the pussy anymore, true to his word. Now he 
exclusively fucked her in the mouth or ass (usually 
both, often going back and forth between both holes 
multiple times a session). No matter how much Wendy 
begged or whimpered, Luke wouldn't even touch her 
dripping, throbbing cunt. In fact, he forbade her to 
even touch herself while he fucked her, something he'd 
never done before.

It used to be that Luke would sit back and let Wendy 
just blow him while he watched TV. He would let her 
finger herself while she worked his cock. He'd relax and 
just let her do all the work.

Not anymore.

Now every blowjob was an ordeal for Wendy. There were no 
more blowjobs, in fact. Any time she sucked his cock, it 
was not *her* doing the sucking, it was HIM doing the 
FUCKING. He would grab her by the head, hair, ears and 
just fuck the shit out of her pretty face, pounding her 
mouth like it was her ass. 

His cock would plunge deep to the balls with every 
stroke and she'd be gagging and bucking and thrashing 
from the feral facefucking. He would positively RAPE the 
housewife's throat, pinning her down on a bed, the floor 
or up against a wall or counter. Her face would be a 
mess of saliva and mucus bubbling out of her abused 
mouth and her eyes would roll back in her head as she 
gave in to the oral violation.

And she'd have to watch in jealousy as her young 
daughter Missy took over casual oral sex duties, really 
getting to savor it and rub herself to powerful teen 
orgasms as she drank down Luke's cum, actually getting 
to taste it coming out and swallow it. Wendy always had 
her loads pumped straight into her belly nowadays. She 
really missed the constant taste of her Black Master's 
cum in her mouth.

And while Luke had denied Wendy's hungry pussy his 
majestic black dick, he more than made up for it in the 
PAWG's fat bubble-butt ass. At least once a day, usually 
twice or more, Luke would anally rape the white woman. 
Rough, hard, backbreaking anal devastation. Often 
preceded by a brutal, lengthy spanking that left the 
poor MILF's bountiful buttocks sore and glowing red hot, 
making the ensuing butt-busting sodomy even more 
painful.

The spankings were relatively new to Wendy and she lived 
in fear of them daily. It wasn't even like she had to do 
anything wrong. Luke would just suddenly come stomping 
over to her with *that* look in his eyes and she knew 
what was coming. Her butt would sting just anticipating 
it. He'd grab her by the hair and easily sling her over 
his knee or flatten her against the wall or just throw 
her face-down on the floor and sit on her backwards and 
punish her defenseless big white ass with both large, 
powerful hands.

Luke was a spanking master. With his size and strength, 
he could really make it hurt. His large hands could 
leave broad marks covering even huge asses like Wendy's. 
And his technique was just right - he knew just which 
kind of stroke to use to make her jump, how long to wait 
to let her fear of the next blow reach its peak just 
before the next one came. And he knew how to up the 
tempo and break the bitch, making her cry and sob until 
she was a blubbering mess by the time he was done.

Worst was when he put on his "spankin' music" - high 
tempo, hard-hitting techno and rap with big beats and 
heavy bass. This would really get him into it and he'd 
be playing her cheeks like an African drum line. She 
wouldn't be able to sit without pain for days after 
sessions like that.

And nothing got Luke cranked up for a good power 
assfucking like a nice, long, rough spanking. Wendy 
would have to hold on for dear life when he plowed her 
ass like a wild bull when he was really puttin' his back 
into it like that. He'd pin her to the floor so that she 
couldn't move and inch and just totally dominate her, 
driving his flaming hot black steel into her bowels with 
all of his considerable might and weight, making her 
scream with each ass-splitting thrust and unleashing a 
truly epic explosion of boiling cocklava into her 
abused, swollen bowels.

And the attitude of the fucking, itself, had completely 
changed. While before Luke had fucked her hard, calling 
her names and pulling her hair... now he was downright 
abusive.

He'd grab and squeeze her fat, heavy tits painfully as 
he fucked her from behind. Pinching, twisting and 
pulling on her large, sensitive nipples, making her 
squeal and cry out in pain.

Riding her ass doggystyle, he'd grab a handful of her 
hair like the reins of a horse and pull her head back so 
far that her back was bent at a nearly 90 degree angle 
so that he could look down at her right in the eyes as 
he sadistically sodomized her, calling her every 
degrading name in the book and spitting in her face. It 
was an extreme position and one of his favorites. 
Afterwards he'd tell Wendy how good it was for her 
flexibility, his "Anal Yoga" regimen for her.

She wasn't immune to this kind of treatment during oral 
sex, either. While savagely facefucking her, he'd pull 
out and firmly slap her across the face several times 
then shove his rock-hard prick back down to the root 
forcefully. He never gave her a black eye or bloody nose 
(he had total control), but her face would be red and 
sore after. And if he wasn't slapping her face or 
tormenting her pendulous tits during her mouth-rapings, 
he'd be spanking the shit out of her defenseless, 
exposed white ass.

To Chuck and the rest of the family the sounds of 
Wendy's anguished cries, obscene choking and 
reverberating spankings became just part of the ambient 
noise of the house. Her completely disheveled appearance 
- rat's nest hair, smeared lipstick, tear-streaked 
mascara running down her cheeks and red, throbbing ass 
became the norm - an everyday sight. She was no longer 
herself, no longer a woman with an air of class an 
beauty - someone who was always well put together and 
presentable. Now she barely spoke, her mental state 
having descended into the completely submissive mindset 
of a sex slave. She was never, EVER given a break from 
it.

And despite the rough treatment and abuse, Luke would 
often make her BEG for him to do such cruel things to 
her. Made her get on her hands and knees and kiss his 
feet and beg for him to use her like a whore. To treat 
her like a complete, degenerate sex slave. He'd make her 
suck his balls and lick his ass to "earn" the spanking 
and subsequent rectal piledriving. And she did it all, 
very convincingly.

If Chuck didn't know better (and he didn't), he would 
have thought his poor, traumatized wife really DID want 
to be treated this way (which she really, really DID)!

Wendy would curse up a storm as Luke ravaged her. Chuck 
had never *once* heard her utter a single profane word 
before, much less take the Lord's name in vain with such 
venom and creativity. Yet here she was cursing up a 
storm that would make a sailor blush and make her Church 
lady friends faint from the scandal of it.

In fact, had Chuck not been lost in his own delusions, 
he would have noticed that, despite not being able to 
touch herself anymore, Wendy came EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.

And the meaner, rougher and more abusive Luke was... the 
harder she came. Like a wild animal losing all control 
over her body, she'd thrash and buck and piss herself 
and speak in tongues, unleashing a nonstop torrent of 
blasphemous obscenities.

And as Luke got rougher and more sadistic... and Wendy 
came harder and harder... Chuck would cry harder and 
harder (being forced to watch and "clean up" after every 
session).

Often Chuck thought Luke had gone too far. Wendy would 
be crying, screaming, begging him to stop, blubbering 
and begging for mercy. Chuck would sometimes cry out for 
Luke to stop, to take pity on her, but that usually just 
earned him a fat lip and a big, black, dirty dildo 
shoved down his throat to shut him up. 

But even in the most extreme sessions, when Wendy was 
practically begging for her life, the white slave whore 
would just come that much harder. And afterwards, she 
would become that much more subservient, obedient and 
obsessed with Luke.

Luke did these things because he liked it, this is how 
he most liked to FUCK. But he also treated Wendy so 
brutishly because it humiliated Chuck even more to see 
his wife abused in this way... and to see her *beg* for 
it... and then to see her scream like a banshee, cumming 
uncontrollably, pissing herself as she's savagely ass-
raped by Luke. And then to see her thanking the black 
beast of a rapist afterwards, worshipping his massive 
ebony masterwork of a cock, licking her own shit off of 
it.

Chuck could see she was slipping deeper and deeper into 
darkness, into inescapable blackness. And he was losing 
her forever. The more she slipped away, the more his own 
hope and pride vanished irrevocably.

Worse yet was when Luke started binding and tying her 
up. He'd always had her on a dog leash since day one, 
and later a choke chain. But now he added rope and 
handcuffs. Leather straps and harnesses. Riding crops, 
whips and spreader bars. Blindfolds, nipple and pussy 
clamps, huge butt plugs, etc. The most elaborate was the 
full "ponygirl" getup she'd have to wear. A bridle and 
bit with a feather headpiece, body harness, saddle and 
butt plug horse tail that she'd have to wear while 
crawling around the house on her hands and knees, purely 
for Luke's personal amusement.

All of this just made the sex rougher, more intense, her 
being tied up in more and more uncomfortable, extreme 
positions as he spanked and whipped and slapped her and 
orally and anally raped the bound, helpless housewife. 
And Wendy's orgasms grew in frequency and intensity the 
more Luke raised the kink bar.

She would often cum multiple times during extreme 
sessions such as these. Something deep inside her was a 
natural born submissive to the core. This was what she 
NEEDED, and it took a REAL MAN like Luke to bring it out 
of her. She completely forgot about Chuck as a man at 
all, just seeing him as the sissy faggot who cleaned 
them up after their epic fucking sessions.

Luke really got off on humiliating Wendy, adding insult 
to injury, breaking her down and making her feel like 
nothing more than a useless whore. He'd write on her 
with markers as he fucked her, things like "CUMBUCKET", 
"NASTY HO", "URINAL", "SLUTWIFE", "ANAL ONLY", "FUCK 
ME", "SPANK ME", etc. He'd take pictures of her like 
this and post them online for the world to see her 
degradation. 

She became VERY popular online indeed. She actually 
seemed to enjoy reading the comments she got: always 
terribly offensive aspersions, calling her a dirty 
whore, black cock slut, filthy piss drinker, anal sperm 
bank, race traitor, etc, etc. She'd finger herself while 
reading them and cum as she watched Luke's homemade 
videos of her various violations (usually shot by Chuck 
or Missy). She WANTED to be used, abused and raped. 

And, of course, she guzzled Luke's piss eagerly any time 
he demanded. She would always work herself up into a 
thirsting frenzy waiting for his piss to flow and would 
cum intensely as she swallowed every drop and begged for 
more.

After a solid two months of this treatment, Luke knew 
Wendy was ready. He informed her she had really proven 
herself and that he had a treat for her - a reward for 
being such a good fucking slave girl.

He took her out one night, leaving Missy to watch over 
Chuck and Butch (trussed up securely in a 69 position). 
Missy blasted gay porn for them on the huge big-screen 
projection TV in the living room and fingered herself 
while she watched it, cursing and swearing about how 
those faggots were sucking each other's cocks so good 
and really fucking each other's sissy asses. 

She shoved the biggest butt plug they had up Chuck's ass 
and strapped on a double sided, ridged black dildo (the 
Share XL) and plowed Butch's ass until he blew his load 
in his own dad's mouth while he was forced to watch and 
listen to an all-male gang bang on TV.

When Luke came back with Wendy two hours later, 
completely naked and being pulled along by her choker 
chain, she had a radical new look.

He had gotten her three real, permanent tattoos and 
several piercings!

Chuck couldn't believe his eyes! In the past, they had 
both expressed disdain for tattoos and piercings - how 
they were trashy and low-class and it was blasphemous to 
God to deface the temple of your body in that way!

But here was his lovely wife standing over him proudly 
showing off her new ink and body bling.

The first and most prominent was a large black spade 
near her heart at the top right of her left tit. Inside 
the spade was a white "Q". Luke explained that this was 
the "Queen of Spades" tattoo - it let everyone who saw 
her know that she was only for black men from now on - 
little dicked whites need not apply.

And each nipple had a sizable ring through it - perfect 
for grabbing with a finger and pulling and twisting. The 
rings kept her large nipples permanently erect.

The next tattoo was on her ass... well, really, her butt 
crack. It was a ruler that began at her asshole and ran 
about a foot up the small of her back. Pointing at inch 
12 was a black arrow indicating a 3-inch wide mark with 
small print next to it that read: "Must be at least this 
big to ride this ass".

The final tattoo was across above her pussy where her 
shaved-off pubes would have been. It looked exactly like 
a "Do Not Enter" traffic sign. When Chuck looked down at 
her pussy, it had been pierced, quite extensively! Each 
side of her pussy had 6 rings in it, and through the 
rings was threaded a white ribbon that tied her pussy 
shut securely. And at the top it was tied into a bow 
through an unusual clit piercing. It looked familiar to 
Chuck, but he couldn't quite identify it at first.

Then it hit him when he saw the huge diamond set in 
gold. It was her wedding ring. Luke had made her wedding 
ring into a clit piercing to top off her pussy being 
sealed forever so that she could be an exclusively oral 
and anal whore for black cocks only.

Chuck couldn't believe his eyes.

Butch was visibly disgusted at the sight of his mother 
and had to look away.

Missy absolutely LOVED it, running up to her mother and 
gushing over every detail, making her mother blush with 
pride. 

Chuck was absolutely devastated. Here his wife was, 
showing off her tattoos and piercings with schoolgirl 
glee - they were on her breast, ass and back, where 
anyone could see if she wore a bathing suit. It 
infuriated Chuck. Somewhere in his deluded mind, he had 
allowed himselt to fantasize that someday this would all 
be over and they'd go back to their normal lives. That 
somehow there was an impermanence to the whole ordeal. 
But this was permanent! There was no going back from 
this. She was now permanently marked as a whore for 
black men. 

Missy pouted jealously, saying SHE wanted tattoos and 
piercings, but Luke just told her to wait her turn. The 
whole family would be getting a makeover before too 
long.

Luke had another gift planned for Wendy, but that would 
have to wait. She'd need some time for her tats and 
piercings to heal, and she'd need to save up her energy 
for what he had planned.

Besides, he had a more immediate challenge impending 
that he wanted to put his FULL attention to...


****

Chapter 13: BUNNI, WENDY'S YOUNGER SISTER

"Speaking of family," Luke segued, "Let's talk about 
this twin sister of yours, Missy." A huge grin came 
across the girl's face, "I think it's time for a 
Whitebread family reunion!"

Chuck groaned at the idea as Luke sat down on the couch 
and noticed a family album of photos that he'd never 
bothered looking at. Out of curiosity, he picked it up 
and started flipping through it.

"What a perfect white cracker family," Luke admired the 
immaculately happy and sterile professional photos of 
their formerly pure and boring lives, "Such a shame a 
black man had to move in and ruin the neighborhood!" 
Luke chuckled, then stopped at a page showing Missy and 
Sissy side-by-side, smiling.

"Well I'll be damned," he chuckled, "right there all the 
time!"

Missy looked over his shoulder and pointed at the girl 
on the right, "that one's me. I always wear my hair in a 
ponytail, she always wears pigtails. That's how everyone 
tells us apart."

"Thanks for the tip," Luke smiled at the slut daughter's 
helpfulness. He imagined grabbing that cute little white 
bitch's pigtails and using them as handles as he raped 
her pretty little mouth, her teeth still in braces in 
the picture.

Luke flipped a few more pages.

"Any OTHER Whitebreads I should know about, Chucky-
Cuck?" Luke intoned threateningly.

"N-No..." Chuck shook his head, stammering nervously.

There was no way Chuck was going to mention Wendy's 
younger sister Bunni up north who they were supposed to 
visit for the holidays. Bunni was a little more of a 
free spirit than Wendy was. Not as devoutly religious, 
but she stayed out of trouble and had just married a 
nice white boy with a promising career in the financial 
industry named Chet. They had missed the wedding since 
they'd been imprisoned by Luke - Wendy was to be the 
Maid of Honor. Chuck wondered if her parents tried to 
contact them about being no-shows, but it wouldn't have 
mattered.

Luke disconnected the land line, deleted all their e-
mail and online accounts and changed all their cell 
phone numbers. Chuck was relieved that Luke hadn't found 
out about them yet. He would never inflict their 
misfortune on them and hoped they would live the happy, 
white American dream that had been stolen forever from 
his own family by this black monster of a man. 

Chuck had thought that, by chance, Wendy's sister had 
escaped Luke's rapist wrath. He felt some small degree 
of satisfaction at the thought that, at least, one 
another white couple had been spared this torment. Wendy 
may be lost to him, but her younger sister Bunni would 
escape Luke's grasp. And Bunni's totally unsuspecting 
fiance, Chet, would be spared the daily living Hell that 
Chuck's life had become.

What Chuck didn't know, of course, was that Wendy had 
spilled the beans on her sister weeks ago while in a 
fuck-frenzied fugue state, Luke asking her if she had 
any sisters while he savagely ass-raped her. He 
literally fucked the name out of her, her grunting "Buh-
nee-her-name-is-Buh-nee!", each syllable forced out by 
his cock as it slammed into her bowels. She screamed 
"YES! YESSS!!" during her mindblowing orgasm as Luke 
told her in detail what he intended to do to her hot 
little sister. 

Chuck had just assumed that Wendy had thrown away the 
invitations and free fittings they'd gotten when Luke 
had taken over their lives. But, instead, after 
betraying the existence of her sister, Wendy had 
actually HELPED Luke by giving him the RSVP with the 
date & place and even gave Luke the certificate for the 
free tux fitting & rental. 

The wedding was coming up that weekend. On the night 
before the wedding, Luke chained and tied up the entire 
family. He locked Butch in the basement (having 
installed a new, solid metal door with a steel frame and 
thick bolt lock. There was still a small pet door for 
passing food to the teen). He tied Wendy's thighs and 
ankles to a large, cushioned seat, her legs spread wide. 
He tied her neck to the back of the chair, but only 
handcuffed her wrists, giving her a vibrator she could 
use whenever she felt the need. 

In front of her, Chuck and Missy were bound together 
back-to-front, with Chuck face-down on the ground and 
Missy on his back. He had strapped a large black dildo 
on Missy and shoved it up Chuck's ass so that Missy was 
tied to him in a permanent pegging pose. He laid out 
food and water for them in doggie bowls and told them 
he'd be back soon, they wouldn't know when so they 
better not try to escape or any stupid shit like that.

Chuck had figured it was just another one of Luke's sick 
mind games, some kind of test. In fact, after Luke left, 
Wendy pretty much confirmed his suspicions, telling him 
she saw Luke setting up cameras and that she was pretty 
sure he was still in the house somewhere, waiting to see 
what they would do. She said it would probably be safest 
for them to play along and do as Luke said. Chuck 
agreed, knowing what Luke was capable of.

It was a fiendishly sadistic plan: to leave them that 
way, Missy forced to ass-rape her own Dad and Wendy 
forced to watch, with a vibrator in her lap. To his 
dismay, Luke's ploy proved terribly effective. Missy 
fucked Chuck uncontrollably, cumming on the double-ended 
dildo repeatedly while Wendy watched, rapt, and 
masturbated herself to multiple orgasms.

 Missy would fuck him, exhaust herself, sleep for a bit, 
then wake up and start grinding, getting aroused all 
over again and repeating the process. Missy hissed the 
worst, most hurtful things in his ears as she raped him, 
each time getting nastier, more aggressive and more 
forceful. The experience really changed her and she was 
never even vaguely the same sweet girl he raised again 
after that.

By the time Luke reappeared 2 days later, the girls were 
a complete mess of constant arousal and drenching 
orgasms. And Chuck's asshole was sore and stretched by 
the non-stop sodomizing. And it turned out Luke had only 
left Butch some dry food - salty chips and pretzels and 
NO water! So the boy was on the verge of dehydration by 
the time Luke retrieved him from the basement. Of course 
Luke was only too happy to quench his thirst with a 
long, hot piss (Luke had been on the road driving all 
day, drinking all the way and had not gone once). 

Luke even made the poor boy BEG for it! Delirious from 
dehydration and desperate, Butch fell to Luke's feet and 
begged like a pathetic worm to drink Luke's "delicious" 
piss. Luke made him ask for the honor of being his 
urinal, and made Butch promise to obey him and be a good 
butt-boy slave from now on. Butch pathetically grovelled 
and promised everything Luke wanted. Luke relented and 
let Butch reach up, unzip his jeans and pull out his 
big, black firehose. Butch did so greedily, hands 
shaking from weakness and anticipation and he suckled on 
Luke's dick like a hungry bird, trying to literally 
siphon the urine from Luke's bladder. 

Luke teased the boy for a bit and then finally let the 
waters flow, full force, down the hysterical teen's 
parched throat. Butch thirstily guzzled down the entire 
bladderful, totally lost in his demented, wretched state 
- moaning and groaning from the relief of hydration (of 
ANY kind) washing through his body and reviving him. 

His hands caressed and stroked Luke's muscular thighs 
and hips, ending up cradling the big black man's well-
built butt muscles which were clenching and flexing as 
he regulated his precious urine flow. Luke smiled a big, 
satisfied smile as he watched the rebellious teenage 
bitch-boy willingly, even HUNGRILY, gulping down his 
hot, concentrated, rank, dark piss. 

Chuck's heart sank as he watched his son's abasement, 
while Wendy and Missy were busy kissing and fingering 
each other to the action.

Chuck eventually found out the truth of Luke's absence 
and how he had driven up north to crash Bunni and Chet's 
wedding. Luke gave the newlywed couple what sounded like 
an unforgettable wedding night. 

*Author's Note: the following anecdote is recycled from 
"Wrecked Wedding Night, Wrecked Rectum". If you've 
already read it, you can skip to the next section marked 
***
CHAPTER XIV: WRECKED WEDDING NIGHT, WRECKED RECTUM

Bunni and Chet's wedding had been crashed by a large, 
black man that Chet had mistaken for the limo driver. 
Everyone was shocked when Luke loudly objected to the 
union of Chet and Bunni on the grounds that "a fine 
piece of ass like that deserves better than that 
pencildick bitch!" But Chet's groomsmen assumed it was 
all a prank one of them had pulled on Chet and laughed 
it off.

Everyone was a bit surprised when Luke showed up at the 
wedding reception as well. Especially once Chet and his 
groomsmen talked and none of them could figure out who 
the rather rude and rather large black guy was. When 
Luke stole the seat next to the bride and started 
talking her up, Chet started to get a little peeved. But 
he didn't want to ruin the reception - Bunni's parents 
had invested an obscene sum in the affair and all of 
their country club friends were in attendance.

So it was with horror that Bunni's parents watched Luke 
take the first dance with the bride on the dancefloor. 
And not just any dance, but a very intimate, dirty 
dance. His hands were all over her, grabbing at her ass 
and kneading it like dough as he whispered who-knew-what 
kinds of depravities in her ear.

Chet was incensed, now. Who was this guy and how dare he 
besmirch their special day like this?! Was he some drunk 
with nothing better to do? Some homeless guy in a nice 
suit? And why was it that the more champagne Bunni 
drank, the less she seemed to be resisting Luke's rude 
advances?

Finally, Chet's best man couldn't take it anymore. Dirk 
was always a bit of a hothead, and he was Bunni's big 
brother. He strode out onto the balcony where Luke was 
feeding Bunni some wedding cake by making her suck it 
off his middle finger and tapped Luke brusquely on the 
shoulder.

Before he could even get his confrontational words out, 
Luke froze him in the sort of "angry black man" glare 
that made most well-off white guys like Dirk cross the 
street in the city. Luke grabbed the offending hand, 
twisted Dirk easily like a ragdoll and tossed him into 
the pool. All without taking his other hand's middle 
finger out between Bunni's sucking lips.

After that, nobody much felt like confronting Luke and 
he only got bolder. When Luke took Chet's place during 
the bridal garter toss, Chet was pretty sure Luke 
reached up way further than he needed to in order to 
find the garter. It seemed like it took him a long time 
to find the garter and even Bunni seemed to be getting 
uncomfortable. She was shifting in her seat as Luke felt 
around, then jumped sharply and started sweating and 
getting flush. 

She grunted a few times as Luke seemed to be roughly 
poking around trying to find the garter. When it seemed 
like Bunni couldn't take it anymore, Luke suddenly 
pulled his hand out with the garter. Bunni looked 
surprised and, Chet noticed with a bit of confusion... 
frustrated? Luke threw the garter and Chet caught it. It 
was sopping wet, probably from all the sweat produced by 
the constant and energetic dancing Bunni had been doing 
all night with Luke. Chet looked over at Bunni and she 
was sucking on his fingers again, but Chet had no idea 
why - there was no cake on them this time. He was really 
confused.

The night went on and now the dances were getting 
downright raunchy, with Bunni grinding her ass in Luke's 
crotch while his large black hands mauled her bountiful 
breasts. Everyone, including Chet, could clearly see the 
massive tentpole straining the zipper of Luke's dress 
pants.

The rest of the wedding guests had gone and the only 
people left were the DJ, Chet and Luke and Bunni, on the 
dance floor. It was the last song, a slow love song. 
Luke and Bunni were dancing face-to-face with his hands 
on her ass, her hands on his and his tongue down her 
throat. He was grinding his hard-on against her belly 
and she was gyrating her hips.

Finally, the DJ wrapped things up and Luke and Bunni 
came off the dance floor. Luke left and Bunni came over 
to Chet.

"Ready for our Honeymoon, baby?" She sang sweetly.

Chet couldn't believe it was over, just like that. He 
assented weakly and rose to take her hand and walk with 
her to the limo.

When they arrived at the hotel, Bunni seemed quite 
excited. They had only made small talk on the ride over, 
talking about how beautiful the service was, the nice 
weather they had and how yummy the cake had been. Bunni 
never mentioned Luke and Chet wasn't about to bring it 
up himself.

The limo driver let them out and got their bags. Chet 
and Bunni got to the Honeymoon Suite - they had it 
rented out for two weeks - and Chet unlocked the door. 
He turned to pick up Bunni and carry her across the 
threshold, but she instead turned to the limo driver, 
who picked her up instead!

For the first time, Chet looked up at the Limo driver's 
face and saw it was Luke! Luke shoved Chet aside through 
the door to the suite and carried Bunni over the 
threshold into the bedroom and threw her on the bed. 
Chet followed, dumbfounded. He watched in impotent 
paralysis as Luke held Bunni face down, grabbed her 
wedding dress by the seams and literally RIPPED it off 
of her! 

Yanking and pulling with no regard for the expense of 
the exquisite satin and taffeta white gown, no concern 
for Chet and Bunni's possible desires to have it as a 
keepsake of their union for all time, and certainly no 
concern for Bunni as he yanked and pulled, contorting 
her poor limbs this way and that. 

Then he tore off her bra and her lacy white underwear, 
grabbing it from the back and ripping it from between 
her thighs. She struggled as he did this crying "Ow! 
ow!" but he shut her up by giving her several sharp 
open-palmed SMACKs on her ass reverberating loudly 
around the room and leaving large red handprints that 
covered her entire cheek.

When he was done, she lay there exhausted and sweaty, 
roughed up and sore. She looked back over her shoulder 
at him as he stood back up by the side of the bed. Chet 
thought she would be livid, furious at Luke for 
destroying her dress and treating her so brutishly, but 
she had an entirely different expression on her face 
than he expected. It looked more wild, wide-eyed and 
primal. She was heaving and had her eyes locked on his. 
Somehow she looked both challenging and submissive.

Chet spoke up and broke the tension, "See here, now, um, 
driver, I don't think that was necessary! I think we 
won't be needing you anymore tonight, and I intend to 
lodge a complaint with the service..."

Chet barely managed to eke out the end of the sentence 
as Luke had turned his gaze on him and Chet felt his 
courage drain away. He considered reaching for his 
wallet to offer the man a tip, hoping it might make him 
go away, but now Bunni spoke.

"Well, don't just stand there, honey," her demeanor had 
completely changed, now she was all sunny and bubbly 
again, "Get naked! We've got some celebrating to do!" 
Bunni chirped as Luke stood at the bed, watching. Chet 
felt very self-conscious, but did as she said. He took 
everything off except his boxer shorts and his bow tie 
which she instructed him to keep on because it was 
"cute".

She pulled him over to the bed and yanked off his boxer 
shorts to his surprise. His small, skinny, pale penis 
hung flaccid from his patch of blonde pubic hair, barely 
peeking out. With the bizarre conditions, he couldn't 
bring himself to be aroused.

Bunni's eyes opened wide and she gasped. Luke chuckled. 
Chet tried to protest, but Bunni cut him off. 

"I've HEARD of micro-penises, but I've never seen one 
before!" she exclaimed to Chet's utter horror. Bunni 
couldn't believe it was so small. That's what she got 
for saving herself for marriage, he should have told her 
about this! That's not fair to her. Chet argued that it 
wasn't THAT small!

Bunni disagreed and asked Luke if he could show his, for 
comparison, to see if Chet was right. Luke happily 
obliged and got COMPLETELY naked himself (which was 
completely unnecessary, Chet thought). When his soda-
can-thick 12-inch monster flopped out of his pants and 
swung down and smacked obscenely against his muscular 
thigh, Chet thought he was going to faint. Bunni let out 
an audible squeal and couldn't take her eyes off of the 
ebony monster dangling pendulously before them.

"Well, I guess that settles THAT debate!" she rasped.

Chet felt very uncomfortable now, but Bunni took 
control. She told him he might still be good for 
something and had him lie down on the bed with his head 
near the edge and his feet toward the headboard. She 
then squatted over him facing him, with her cunt in his 
face. "Let's see if your tongue can reach places your 
little dickie can't!"

She settled her wet pussy over Chet's mouth and he 
obliged her, licking away and tasting her for the first 
time. She was sweet and clean-tasting. Bunni moaned and 
began to gyrate a little. She closed her eyes and licked 
her lips, he head falling back. Chet finally felt a 
stirring in his loins and completely forgot about Luke 
as he felt his wedding night had, at last, begun in 
earnest.

But he made the mistake of opening his eyes. Not only 
was Luke still there, but he was standing extremely 
close, his massive black cock dangling mere inches from 
Chet's face as he watched Chet eating Bunni out. Luke's 
eyes hungrily leered at the moaning and squirming bride, 
running his gaze up and down her toned curves, he skin 
covered in a sheen of perspiration. Her perfect breasts 
rising and falling with her heavy breathing. 

She opened her eyes and locked them with Luke. As they 
glared at each other, she began to grind her cunt into 
Chet's mouth harder and harder, faster and faster. 
Chet's heart began to beat so hard he could feel it. 
This wasn't going to end well, he thought.

Suddenly, Bunni began bucking and convulsing. Chet could 
taste her wetness really flowing now and watched as all 
the muscles up and down her torso rippled. She reached 
out and grabbed Luke by the neck and came with a 
vengeance in Chet's mouth. Chet lapped and licked 
obediently as she flooded his mouth with her juices. 
Luke and Bunni's faces were as close as they could be 
without kissing and she smiled.

Bunni let Luke go and rose up off of Chet, his face 
soaked with her cum. Chet went to sit up, but she held 
him down, "whoa, whoa, stay right there," she said as 
she turned around, sitting over him again, but now 
facing away with her ass in his face.

"Let's see what that tongue of yours can do with THIS 
end!" She teased as she lowered her asshole onto his 
mouth. Chet was shocked at what she was suggesting, but 
did as she wanted. He was fully in her sway, now, and 
was powerless beneath her. He flicked his tongue along 
her chocolate starfish, taking a few tentative little 
tastes. She cooed and, encouraged, he wriggled his well-
lubricated tongue into her quivering anus only to be 
rewarded with a rude-sounding and foul-tasting fart that 
made Luke chuckle and Bunni giggle. 

Chet was not dissuaded, in fact he felt a sense of 
accomplishment as he pushed his tongue in further and 
she sighed and gyrated her hips on his face. As he 
darted his tongue in-and-out, tasting her salty insides, 
he watched as she reached back and pulled Luke towards 
her. She leaned back against his broad, sweaty chest and 
used him as leverage to grind her ass down on Chet's 
face.

"Wow, honey, how long IS that tongue of yours?" Bunni 
marveled as she felt the wriggling protuberance 
massaging her anal cavity.

"Shit, homeboy's a real Roto-Rooter up in there, ain't 
he?" Luke mused.

"MMm, yeah, he's really digging around up in my dirty 
little pooper!" Bunni giggled, then moaned as Chet hit a 
sensitive spot, "Oh, that feels GOOD, honey..." she 
started breathing heavier and wrapped her arm back 
around Luke's thick, trunklike neck.

Chet soaked up the encouragement and thrust his tongue 
deeper and waggled it more vigorously causing Bunni to 
let out a little yelp, "OH! He's REALLY in there!"

"My man's diggin' for gold, yo," Luke joked.

"Mmm, careful, sweetie, you go any further and you might 
find a little butt-muffin in the oven waiting for you!" 
Bunni gave a little "tee-hee" at her own clever quip and 
adjusted herself, getting comfortable for what seemed 
like was going to be a marathon rim job.

Chet pressed on with his industrious reaming of his 
wife's finely toned keister. His tongue drilled deeper 
and deeper into her bunghole, loosening up her sphincter 
and cleaning her out thoroughly. Chet surprised even 
himself - he had no idea his tongue was so long or so 
dexterous! She had been right; his tongue WAS good for 
something! 

He felt his tiny dick get erect and rise up to its full 
height of nearly 3 and a half inches. It hurt it was so 
rock-hard (well, pebble-hard to use a more size-
appropriate metaphor), but his arms were pinned up by 
her strong thighs - he couldn't reach down to pleasure 
himself.

Bunni noticed his arousal, "Oh, look!" she said it a 
mocking lilt, "his widdle teeny weenis is getting hard, 
how cute!" She flicked his nub of a dick with her 
finger. It stung, but he sprung back, undaunted. "I 
think he LIKES the idea of eating from my ass! You'd 
like that, wouldn't you dear? You want Mommy to bake you 
a nice, hot, steaming brownie? Are you a hungry widdle 
birdie, Chettie?" she teased in an artificially sweet, 
high voice as she pinched and tweaked his miniscule 
excuse for manhood.

"You BAD, girl," Luke chortled, shaking his head.

Chet enjoyed the attention she was giving him and worked 
ever more diligently at drilling his tongue inside his 
newlywed wife's quivering asshole. Maybe if he pleased 
her in this way, she would return the favor...

Above him, Luke was now reaching around Bunni with both 
arms, molesting her tits - one huge boob in each of his 
massive, muscular black hands. Chet could see the sinews 
of his forearms coiling and writing like snakes under 
his silky dark brown skin as he worked her finely-molded 
orbs of flesh.

Bunni had reached back and pulled Luke's head to hers, 
her head turned back to meet his and they were locked in 
a passionate, deep French kiss. She was moaning and 
groaning into his mouth, writhing in pleasure from the 
sensations all over her body, tongue probing her from 
one end of her digestive tract to the other! She was in 
pure bliss.

As Chet's tongue worked overtime probing her bowels, she 
reached back with her one free hand and grabbed Luke's 
prodigious, throbbing prick. It was pulsating and 
engorged, the veins popping out all over it. She stroked 
it and the angle it was at put it directly over Chet's 
face. He had a perfect view of it as she massaged and 
squeezed it. Her ministrations milked a few drops of 
precum from the large, purplish mushroom-like head and 
they fell from the cock onto her ass. 

Chet watched as they rolled, as if in slow-motion, down 
her cheeks, disappearing into her ass-crack, running 
down to her well-oiled asshole and into his mouth! Even 
though his mouth was filled with the tastes of all the 
bodily fluids that had been running copiously into it 
until now, he could clearly taste this new addition to 
the mixture. It was salty, but sweet as well. He was 
revolted by the thought (if not by the taste), but there 
was nothing he could do about it.

Then Bunni did the thing Chet thought wasn't possible. 
She reached back with both hands and spread her tight, 
muscular asscheeks completely apart so that her asshole 
was now literally inside his mouth! His tongue slid 
another three inches into her ass. She shook with 
ecstasy at the sensation and groaned "oh, FUCK yes!"

She leaned forward, and told Chet to keep his tongue in 
her ass as deep as he could. He obeyed and could now see 
his tongue inside her - it must have been in there about 
5 or 6 inches. It WAS longer than his dick! He had been 
blessed with a tongue that would have given Gene Simmons 
a run for his money! Somehow, he felt like this made him 
more of a man (it didn't).

Then the shock came. Luke's throbbing, veiny, ebony cock 
cast a shadow over Chet's head and he looked up to see 
it coming, ramming speed, for Bunni's sopping-wet, 
slightly gaping asshole! Chet had no time to react, 
Luke's dick shoved into her tight butthole with 
surprising speed, using his own tongue as a kind of 
shoehorn! Bunni made the most bizarre sound - like a 
mixture between a groan and an exhale and a scream - a 
deep, guttural, animal sound like her breath had been 
forcefully SHOVED out of her.

She grabbed her asscheeks harder and spread them even 
further, pushing them back against Luke as he shoved the 
full length of his powerful, fever-hot rod into her 
hungry butt. Chet's tongue was trapped inside by the 
motion and the friction and the pressure. Her 
surprisingly strong rectal muscles contracted eagerly 
around the invading monster, pulling both it and Chet's 
tongue deeper inside her insatiably.

Luke's heavy, slimy balls settled across the bridge of 
Chet's nose as the black goliath finally bottomed-out in 
Bunni's quivering, shaking buttocks - she moaned like a 
woman giving birth and he grabbed her by the jaw, pulled 
her face around to meet his and rammed his tongue down 
her throat.

It was all Chet could to do hang onto Bunni's ass as the 
rodeo show began. Luke hammered her shithole like a 
piston at full power - his almighty Big Black Cock was 
like an unstoppable freight train driving the Excrement 
Express! His driving meat was a rock-hard fudgepacker 
doing 100 on the Hershey highway... and it was hitting 
the drive-through at the Bugger King with each trip! 

The mighty cockhead of Luke's massive tool was churning 
up the contents of Bunni's guts and chunks of Bunni's 
turds were being yanked from her deepest nether regions 
to be deposited on Chet's tongue then smushed all along 
its considerable length. Luke's Chet could taste every 
bit of the pilfered fecal matter and it made him gag 
uncontrollably. Not that either Bunni or Luke noticed in 
the slightest. He was nothing but a lubricant to the two 
lust-fueled animals grunting and grasping and fucking in 
their obscene anal wrestling match above him.

The anal pounding went on and on - Luke punished Bunni's 
battered poopchute like it owed him money. Chet thought 
his tongue was going to get rubbed raw by the friction, 
but there was so much shit coating his tongue that it 
protected his tongue and kept it from going numb as 
well. Meaning he could taste everything Bunni had eaten 
in the past day (he swore he could taste their wedding 
cake - which really was quite delicious). 

The excess excrement was starting to liquefy and run 
down his tongue and into his mouth. He could feel it 
pooling against the back of this mouth at the opening to 
his throat. There was nothing he could do about it. He 
tried to prevent it, but instinctually, his swallow 
reflex kicked in and he drank down the liquid crap 
concoction.

Chet couldn't believe Bunni's anus could take such 
severe abuse! A full foot of wrought-iron, flaming hot 
Alabama black snake the width of Chet's ARM was plunging 
into her cute little tushie to the HILT at a rate of 
something like a hundred times a minute! Chet remembered 
the first time he saw Bunni at the cotillion, it was 
from behind and the first thing he admired about her was 
her tight, round, petite derriere. 

Now it was spread open like a well-read cheap paperback 
and her formerly dainty, feminine little rosebud was now 
stretched out like a showercap stretched over a bowling 
ball! Luke's shaft was delving into the depths of her 
shitter with such determination it was as if it was 
drilling for black gold... or brown gold, as it happened 
to be.

Sweat poured off the two writhing, muscular figures, 
joined at the mouth and hips like some sort of obscene 
Siamese twins, seemingly inseparable. They pulled and 
groped at each other with savage passion, their tongues 
twisted and thrusted in each other's mouths as if trying 
to consume the other's lust orally. Both of their well-
toned bodies convulsed and rocked in a lusty tempo, the 
muscles in their buttocks and thighs dancing in a 
particularly dynamic way - like coils of snakes fighting 
beneath ebony and ivory satin sheets.

Bunni had never felt so full and so helpless and 
overpowered in her life. It was like nothing she'd ever 
imagined. She felt as though she had regressed down the 
evolutionary ladder to the lowest of beasts, taking the 
dominant bull's phallus inside her any way he wanted to 
give it to her. She was helpless, bound by his sinewy, 
strapping arms, held fast by his vice-like, meaty hands 
and skewered upon his irrepressible, Herculean 
masculinity, thrusting into her with a carnal 
bestiality. If her mouth covered, she'd be howling!

Every muscle in the two feral fornicators was flexing 
and undulating and throbbing in a rhythm as old and 
primitive as man itself. Chet couldn't help but admire 
the beauty of the epic copulating he was honored enough 
to be a part of, in some small way. Here were two 
perfect specimens of the species doing exactly what 
mammals had been bred to do for millions of years, and 
doing it incredibly well. Well, except for the whole 
"using the wrong hole" thing. Speaking of which, his 
entire tongue was now coated with Bunni's stolen stool. 
He'd never get that taste out of his mouth, he felt.

Chet felt the lover's embrace change - a stiffening, a 
shifting of weight, a new urgency arising in their 
bodies. He heard their vocalizations getting louder, 
shorter, sharper. This was it. He'd never had sex with, 
well, anyone before, but he'd jerked off enough to know 
when an orgasm was building up. And the way these two 
had been going, this seemed like this was going to be 
one for the ages. As the two gripped each other even 
tighter, as their tongues probed ever wilder and deeper, 
he felt he should do his part, however minor. 

He had left his tongue to rest beneath Luke's cock along 
the bottom of Bunni's anal wall for the whole fucking, 
but now he moved it about, left and right licking both 
Luke's shaft and Bunni's rectum, flicking the tip of his 
tongue up and down to stimulate the two entwined lovers.

That did it. It was the drop that broke the dam. Luke 
grabbed Bunni's hips with both of his massive hands and 
simultaneously yanked her back towards him violently and 
rammed his colossal man muscle forward with tremendous 
force, plunging into the stygian depths of her bowels, 
to her very core. Bunni screamed into Luke's mouth, 
unable to withhold the exquisite pain and excruciating 
pleasure this sensation ignited in her. She bucked like 
a wild mare on his untamed beast of a cock, riding his 
vigorous, bruising assault with perfect counter-humps, 
impaling herself ever deeper on his throbbing, 
pulsating, swelling organ.

Luke pulled his head back and let out a roar that nearly 
split Chet's eardrums. It's deep, stentorian 
reverberation filled the bridal bedroom, vibrating the 
glass and shaking Bunni and Chet to the bone. He 
EXPLODED inside Bunni and with the sensation of the 
first, forceful, hot shower of black man's jizz 
splashing against the inside of her belly, Bunni came 
too, in a torrent of cuntjuice and piss, all over Chet's 
chest and neck, soaking their honeymoon bed and staining 
it yellow irrevocably. 

She came not in waves, but in tsunamis of pure rapture, 
an electrical charge of pure ecstasy coursing through 
her entire body from the tip of Luke's cock down to 
every nerve ending in her fingers, toes and scalp.

Luke's fully-engorged prick pulsated with bestial heat 
and force against Chet's tongue as he felt the powerful 
gushes of heavy man-cream shooting down its impressive 
length and deep into his newlywed wife's guts. He could 
only imagine how much ball-lava was being pumped out of 
this erupting phallic volcano - he counted no less than 
9 or 10 blistering dick-loads being pumped into his 
bride's inundated intestines... before it began to 
overflow and run back down her tail pipe and over Chet's 
tongue.

The hot, thick, salty man seed poured down his shit-
stained tongue, mixing with the excreta to make a sickly 
brown, viscous admixture that drained into his gaping 
mouth and down his throat. He didn't even try to stop 
it, he simply swallowed it down and accepted this gift - 
this combination of bodily contents from both of the 
lovers using him - churned together by their passion and 
deposited in him to ingest and make a part of him 
forever. He now belonged to them, inside and out.

After about 4 or 5 more sizable spurts, Luke's deluge of 
dicksauce finally abated. Chet had swallowed maybe 2 or 
3 mouthfuls of shitjizz that had been squirted out down 
his tongue. Luke and Bunni quivered and shook, breathing 
heavily and embracing each other. Bunni, completely 
spent and exhausted, lay limp in her black god's virile 
and encompassing arms, prostate against the ebony 
Adonis' well-built chest. Her own breast heaving in 
synch with his.

They reposed in this way for some time, basking in the 
euphoric aftermath of their monumental anal debauchery, 
one for the ages to be sure.

Finally, the golden silence was broken, by Luke.

"I gotta take a piss," he said abruptly, "I ain't gone 
all fuckin' day and I drank way too fuckin' much for 
that."

Bunni giggled, gave him a kiss and leaned forward. 

Luke looked down and saw Chet, with his tongue still up 
in Bunni's asshole and chuckled, "mm, that was GOOD... 
with the tongue up in there and everything?"

Bunni "mmmm"ed in agreement.

"I'm tellin' you, from now on, that's the ONLY way I'm 
gonna fuck a white bitch's ass - with her punk-ass 
faggot's tongue up in there!" Luke grinned broadly and 
Bunni laughed, her not-completely-destroyed anal muscles 
clenching with the laughter, squeezing another couple 
dollops of cumcrap into Chet's rank-smelling sewer of a 
mouth.

Slowly, inexorably, Luke still-impressive, semi-hard 
giant of a log slid out of her used, gaping anus, 
smearing yet more feces and spunk along Chet's flattened 
tongue as he did so. Bunni, leaning forward, exhaled in 
relief as if she was dropping the biggest load of her 
life.

"Damn, that's nasty," Luke said as he watched his own 
slimy, veiny tool slide out of Bunni's red and bruised 
back door. Finally, only the bulbous glans of his 
monster remained inside her orifice, held there by her 
stretched-out sphincter which had contracted to match 
the circumference of his shaft. 

Luke pulled but said he didn't want to tear her; she'd 
have to help and push, too. She strained and grunted 
and, with a combined effort, Luke's fat, pendulous, 
filthy cock finally popped out of her devastated fudge 
canal and smacked Chet right in the face and slid off, 
leaving a shit-slime smear down his cheek and brow.

Chet looked at Bunni's now fully-gaped anal opening. The 
entire passage was open and he could see a good several 
inches up it. It was an incredible sight, a scene of 
utter anal devastation. Not only had Luke wrecked their 
wedding night, he had wrecked Bunni's rectum for good, 
it appeared.

"Ewww, what's that smell?!" Bunni gagged.

"I ain't sure if that's you, or the punk boy, here, his 
mouth looks like a damn toilet!" Luke observed.

Suddenly there was an awful sound. Like something evil 
gurgling up from the depths of Hell. Something vile and 
obscene, glurping and schlupping, squelching and 
burping.

"What the fuck?" Luke muttered.

"Oh no-" Bunni exhaled, horrified, "I think that was 
ME!"

Suddenly, and without warning, before Chet could even 
process Bunni's last declaration, a flood of brown & 
cream-colored, viscous, boiling butt-splooge came 
shooting down Bunni's still-gaping, ruined anal 
passageway, over Chet's tongue and right into his mouth. 
Bunni looked back and saw the spectacle herself.

"Oh my GOD!"

Chet choked and gagged on the torrent of turd-stained 
jizz but Bunni thought quickly and sat back upright, 
sealing her anal ring over his mouth and reached back 
and squeezed his nostrils shut so he couldn't breathe. 
His eyes shot wide open, staring up at her in shock, 
trying to understand why she would do this to him.

"Drink it, you faggot!" She screamed at him as if he was 
an idiot, "Swallow all of your black master's precious 
gift! Don't you dare reject his seed, bitch!"

Chet looked at her, then to Luke who had a surprised, 
but vulgar grin on his face, then back at Bunni. She was 
dead serious. This was his new place now, and she was 
putting him in it. His mouth was full to the brim, now 
with this foul soup of black man's baby batter and 
liquefied shit - a special concoction that had been 
brewed deep within his new wife's bowels for him. He 
swallowed. He swallowed again and again and drank it all 
down obediently. Each swallow made an audible gulp and 
was so large it made his eyes water. With each swallow, 
Bunni's eyes opened wider and her scowl turned from 
anger to one of pure sadistic pervert's delight.

She waited until he seemed to run out, then let go of 
his nose to let him breathe, but only for a second. For 
she then strained, squinting her eyes some and wiggling 
as if to churn up some more of Luke's spunk from her 
bowels and squirt it down to Chet's mouth, which she 
did. Again it filled Chet's mouth, and again he 
swallowed it all. 

By the third time she was really digging deep, 
struggling and straining, flexing her abdomen and 
pushing hard. Suddenly a huge, load, pungent fart 
exploded from her asshole directly into Chet's mouth, 
echoing through his nose as it forced a spray of semen 
and snot from his nose onto Bunni's back.

"Oh my GOD, you dirty little SHIT!" she screamed and 
closed his nose back up, squeezing so tight it made him 
cry out into her ass. At that very moment, she pushed as 
hard as she could and a sudden look of surprise flashed 
across her face. Chet saw the look and knew it couldn't 
be good.

Almost instantly, a rushing, voluminous, soft turd came 
shooting out of Bunni's intestines, down her anal canal, 
over Chet's long tongue and straight into his gullet. 
Chet, having expected more jizz, was caught completely 
off guard and began to buck and jerk violently under 
Bunni. But Bunni was quick and stronger than she looked; 
she pinned him down and held him there as she shit 
straight into his mouth!

"OH FUCK YEAH!" She cried as she expulsed a torrent of 
churned crap into her husband's gaping maw, "EAT MY 
SHIT, YOU WORTHLESS FUCKING TOILET BOY!! DO IT!"

Chet knew this was his place now, there was no turning 
back, Bunni would never see him as a human being again, 
much less any kind of man. This was the only way he was 
going to be of use to her and her new black lover. So he 
swallowed. He swallowed the soft, rancid shit that Luke 
had frothed up in her, deep inside her bowels, which he 
had then injected with his hot nut butter and stirred 
into a foul, seething mess. This was his meal, now, made 
especially for him.

"Damn, you white bitches is crazy," Luke shook his head, 
now a bystander to this depraved spectacle.

Bunni didn't hear him. She was too busy writhing and 
bucking and squirming, pushing harder and shit-talking 
her brand new husband, berating him into being her 
personal shit-eating toilet slave.

"Oh GOD, here comes some MORE, I can FEEL it! Oh! OH 
SHIT! OH FUCK THIS IS BIG!" She screamed as she sat bolt 
upright, put all her weight down on Chet's face and 
dropped a huge, thick, solid log down her helpless 
husband's open gullet. Chet couldn't stop from 
swallowing it if he tried. The angle was just right and 
his throat had been open already when the tip of the 
turd snake shot out of her distended anus and right down 
his esophagus. 

He felt like he was suffocating as the well-baked, 
thick, dense crap simply forced itself down his throat 
and straight into his stomach. He could feel the heat, 
directly from her boiling insides, burning the sides of 
his esophagus - it felt like heartburn, but all over. 
Somewhere, he found the wherewithal to breathe around 
the massive shit-train tunneling into his gut - using 
circular breathing like the best deep-throating porn 
stars have learned to do.

Bunni was frigging herself in a frenzy, an endless 
stream of obscenities spewing from her mouth as she 
excreted a gut full of excrement down her husband's 
throat. She felt the shit finally hit bottom and give 
resistance to her ass and her eyes opened wide in 
realization of how massive of a load it must have been 
to bottom out and she screamed and raised herself up as 
she finished out the shit, cumming like a madwoman, 
thrashing her head all about as if a woman possessed.

When she finally raised herself completely off, she had 
left a steaming shit tower sticking out of Chet's mouth. 
His tongue was still hanging out a few inches and 
flopping against the underside of the truly ginormous 
column of compact crap.

She reached back to Luke and kissed him deeply, spent 
once more. Then, now standing beside Luke looking down 
at Chet, she said, calmly, "You know what to do... 
toilet."

Chet didn't question, didn't hesitate, and didn't break 
her gaze. He simply pulled in his tongue and began 
chewing and swallowing. Bunni and Luke watched him 
intently, patiently, as he consumed the entirety of her 
endowment to the sewer that was his mouth.

Finally, after nearly 15 minutes, he was down to his 
last mouthful.

"Wait," Bunni said. Chet stopped as ordered.

Bunni looked up at Luke and whispered something in his 
ear. Chet couldn't hear what it was, but whatever it 
was, Luke liked it. His huge, still-dirty dick swelled 
and stiffened just at the thought of whatever she was 
saying. She finished with a tongue to his ear and that 
was the final touch that made his manly third leg of a 
prick spring up to its full length, girth and hardness.

Bunni looked down to see her handiwork as was quite 
pleased, "Oh, Luke, you ARE a GOD among men!" she 
proclaimed. Then she grabbed Chet by his armpits and 
pulled him a few inches off the bed and lowered his head 
so that he was now looking back sideways across the 
room. He could see the bathroom now.

"Open wide, honey!" Bunni sang sweetly, "here comes the 
fudgepacker express!" and she guided Luke's rigid, shit-
slime-stained anaconda right to Chet's open mouth which 
was still packed full of the last of Bunni's historic 
load.

Chet realized to late what was coming. His mouth and 
throat now made a nice straight line and Luke was going 
to ride it all the way to the end. He tried to scream, 
but his mouth was full of tightly-packed Bunni droppings 
so all that came out was a "HRMM!"

"Hear that, baby," Bunni said to Luke, "He said 
'mmmmm'!"

And with that she grabbed Luke's muscular, bulbous ass 
cheeks and helped Luke shove his dick all the way into 
Chet's mouth, forcibly pushing the shit into his gullet. 
As the two pushed harder and harder, trying to cram what 
should never, by any physical laws of nature, be able to 
fit down Chet's throat. 

Chet bucked and squirmed and tried to scream, but it was 
no use. They didn't even need to hold him down; the iron 
rod that was being shoved deeper and deeper into his 
digestive tract was as unyielding and merciless as the 
man it was attached to and the woman who was driving it 
in.

Luke's unrelenting prick rammed the shit all the way 
down into the poor groom's belly. It was lucky for him 
that he hadn't eaten since breakfast (Luke had taken his 
dinner and cake at the reception) or else he wouldn't 
have had room for the truly prodigious dump Bunni had 
taken into his belly.

To Chet's surprise, however, Luke didn't start pumping 
his face. Maybe Luke was going to take it easy on him at 
first? Maybe take it in stages? He was shocked he could 
even deep-throat Luke at all, much less on the first try 
(the lubrication from all the cum and shit might have 
helped), maybe they were impressed with Chet?

Bunni squatted down behind Luke and stared into Chet's 
questioning eyes. She had the evilest, most wicked 
expression he'd ever seen. It didn't fill him with 
confidence. They she looked behind her and Chet followed 
her gaze. The bathroom. The door was open. The light was 
off. The toilet seat was down... the toilet... the 
toilet?

Bunni looked back at Chet and saw him trying to figure 
out the meaning of it all.

"Now," Bunni said.

Chet felt nothing but a slight quiver in the muscles 
under the base of Luke's dick - the base which was 
resting against his upper lip. His balls, which were 
splayed across his nose and cheeks, settled just a bit.

The toilet... Luke... Luke never went to the toilet... 
he never took his piss...!

Chet felt the warmth first. Like drinking hot cocoa on a 
cold winter day, the heat filled him up and coursed 
through his body. Then he felt it rising inside him, 
filling his guts. He could even HEAR it, splashing with 
obscene force against the sides of his stomach, 
splashing against the shit sitting in there, stirring it 
up. 

Luke's day-long piss that had been building up was 
spraying out of that massive mushroom head of his 
monstrous cock like a firehose, right into his belly. He 
was now both a human toilet for his new bride and a 
human urinal for the depraved, vile monster of a man who 
had stolen her from him and cuckolded him so thoroughly, 
and so easily.

Chet felt the last remaining strands of his dignity as a 
human being leak out of him, the void being filled 
rapidly with the scaling, hard piss of his new black 
master.

And he came.

Despite himself, and without touching himself, Chet came 
for the first time in the presence of another human 
being (much less in the presence of his newlywed wife!), 
forever sealing his fate as a faggot toilet for his 
cruel, sexy wife and her masterful black bull. Nearly a 
half a teaspoon (which, comparatively, was buckets for 
him considering the diminutive size of his little white 
smooth balls) of thin, almost-clear sissy-cum dribbled 
weakly out of the dinky little head of his microdick. He 
doubted anyone but him even noticed.

***

Before the weekend was over, Luke had been joined by 4 
of his best "Niggas" - hung black friends, each of them 
well over 6 feet tall and over 200 pounds of dense 
muscle and packing at least a 12 inch, thick black beast 
dangling between their powerful thighs. Bunni was in 
white slut heaven being surrounded by so much 
irresistible, pure masculinity. Each of the imposing 
towers of black power dwarfed the short, thin, 
effeminate Chet, making him extremely self-conscious and 
insecure.

Each black wedding crasher took a turn breaking in the 
bride in every imaginable way - and in some ways Chet 
had never known existed. The uninvited guests also used 
and abused Chet ceaselessly and without mercy. Chet's 
thoroughly used mouth was the fluffer, the ballwasher, 
the creampie cum dumpster, the ass lubricator and the 
shitty cock cleaner.

And since there were 5 black guys and Bunni only had 3 
holes, Chet often was the substitute bitch when the 
"brothers" got impatient. They made him wear Bunni's 
bridal lingerie as they stuffed him from both ends, 
flooding his gut with their hot "nigger jizz" from both 
ends. And, unlike Bunni who got to shit out their loads 
into Chet's mouth, Chet had to keep their thick spunk in 
his ass with a butt plug and let it "knock his punk ass 
up".

Probably worst of all, Chet was the communal toilet for 
Bunni, Luke and his "dawgs". Chet swallowed so much piss 
and choked down so much shit that weekend that he 
practically forgot what real food tasted like. He 
watched jealously from his chained-up spot in the 
bathroom as they all ordered exorbitant room service 
feasts on his credit card, ravenous from their non-stop, 
extremely energetic fucking. While that was humiliating 
enough as it was, it was worse for Chet as he knew all 
the food and drink they were gorging themselves on would 
be recycled later down his own throat.

At the end of the weekend, Luke left to return to the 
Whitebreads, but not before laying down the law for 
Chet. Chet was rich and Luke knew this. He informed Chet 
that Luke had been videoing the entire honeymoon with 
hidden cameras he had set up in the suite before they 
arrived. He proved it by playing back some of the 
"greatest hits" on the huge flat screen TV. Bunni and 
the black men howled in delight as they watched Chet 
chewing up a mouthful of shit while wore Bunni's wedding 
dress and bounced up & down on Luke's stiff 14-incher 
like an experienced anal slut.

Luke told Chet all this video would end up online with 
links sent to his family, friends and his business 
partners, unless he played by the rules. Luke asked 
Bunni if Chet had made her sign a prenuptial agreement 
and she said no, he didn't.

Luke grinned. This was his favorite scam to run. Find a 
hot white girl with a taste for black dick, get her to 
seduce a rich white guy and crank him on, but insist on 
no premarital sex. The white guy can't believe his luck 
getting a woman like this and, thinking with his dick, 
agrees to no prenup. Then, on the wedding night, Luke 
shows up with his gang and takes the bride for 
themselves, forcing the devastated groom to watch, and 
then abusing him and breaking his morale. The video of 
the honeymoon is used as leverage, just like with Bunni 
and Chet.

The choice is this: stay married and support their wife 
and her black lovers and the video never sees the light 
of day. Or: cut your losses, get a divorce and half the 
money goes to the unfaithful wife and Luke and his gang. 
And, of course, if they don't comply, the video gets 
released and their lives are ruined.

Chet chooses to stay with Bunni and make sure his secret 
is kept. There would be too many questions from his very 
religious, very conservative family if he were to get a 
divorce.

Luke could tell Chet was one of the husbands who 
eventually would be turned - they would become as much 
of a black cock whore as their wives, even moreso, 
willingly being a toilet and begging to be used by black 
men nonstop.

***

After Luke and his gang had broken in both the bride and 
groom, he'd left to return to the Whitebreads, but only 
after calling up 3 more of his posse of black rapists, 
handing them the key to the bridal suite, instructing 
them to make sure the happy couple's 2-month honeymoon 
was one for the history books!

To Be Continued...
Scatwoman@aol.com

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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