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Randy Ballards Domination

Randy Ballard's Domination

Randy Ballard is the Vice Lord of the BLACK GANGSTER ELITES. However, he
is currently serving a thirty year sentence for first degree murder, at the
Jacksonville (IL) Correctional Center for Men. For all practical purposes, he
controls the prison and all the inhabitants within the cold gray walls.
Of the inmate population, nearly three fourths are under his direct and
brutal control. The remaining twenty five per cent of the white boy prisoners
are so fearful of his harsh and brutal commands, that they make every effort to
avoid all contacts with the BGE'S.
The other people in the prison consist of the guards, who are even more
intimidated. They have never questioned the authority of Randy and the BGE's,
since the first day he arrived. The first day found nine of the three hundred
guards admitted to the hospital with serious wounds. Since that day of wrath,
the warden and the guards have effectively turned day to day control over to
Randy and his fellow black thugs.
Randy is constantly surrounded by six of the most cruel and unmerciful
members of his gang. On the first day of April, he is in the weight yard
strengthening his already over powering massive body. At six foot six inches,
he is a tower of pure and unrelenting muscle. Very seldom did he have to exert
direct control, as he allowed his inner guard to inflict whatever punishment
that needed to be meted out.
As he finished his work out routine, he was leisurely observing the
parking lot. As the most beautiful creature that god ever created sensuously
slides up the long walk way to the main gate. As she entered, virtually ever
male eye in the compound observed the perfect beauty. Her high chiseled cheeks
were framed by shoulder length blonde hair. Her deep blue eyes rested on each
side of a perfect nose. Her sensuous mouth hid perfect white teeth. Her face
was the face, that demanded to be on the cover of every magazine in the
country. The perfect body of the young woman, should have been the sole entry
in every men's magazine for six months. Her most striking feature was that of
her long and perfect legs. The gathered throng could only guess the pleasures
below the stylishly cut short sun dress.
When "Missy" reached the guard shack, her husband of only six months
rushed out to retrieve his lunch sack, before every inmate in this cruel place
shot off in there prison work pants. Pecking his beautiful wife on the cheek,
he could only gaze as she scampered back down the long walk way. The obscene
catcalls from the gathered human debris followed the young girl back to her
car. Although she was upset and angered by the a****l like behavior, she
extracted a small degree of revenge as she slowly slid behind the wheel of her
sleek camaro. Since the car was parked perpendicular to the chain length
fence, she allowed her short dress to ride up her long and graceful legs. Once
seated on the bucket seat, she pulled up the short dress even more and let her

lips form a mocking smile as she slowly closed the door and sped off leaving
gravel flying behind the back tires.
As Randy turned to his cronies, he muttered "That little white bitch will
be in the stable by this time next week."
He then ordered the inner circle of thugs to obtain the name and travel
pattern of the white boy husband, a junior guard named John Jones. Within the
hour, Randy was reviewing the guard pattern of the unsuspecting young husband.
Within the second hour, the unfortunate guard was on his knees, in front of
Randy, fearing for his life. The inner circle of guards had captured the young
man on his routine pattern directly outside the shower area by the gym. It
took only two of them, to bring him to his knees with several brutal punches.
Once on the ground, one guard produced a jagged homemade knife, which he put
directly against his neck. The other black thug grabbed his dark mane of hair,
so that he could look directly up into the unforgiving eyes of Randy Ballard,
his new master and mentor.
"Well, you little piece of shit. I can't think of any reason that you
should remain among the living, can you?" questioned Randy.
"Oh God Please. Don't kill me, please don't kill me," begged the
unfortunate John.
Upon a nod from Randy, the huge black with the jagged knife started
inserting the blade into the soft neck flesh.
"Please, please don't kill me. I'll do anything to stay alive, but please
don't kill me," pleaded the now bleeding white guard.
Mocking the pleading guard, Randy scratches his chin. "Well, well white
boy. I wonder what you have that would interest me?" Smiling at his gathered
ensemble, he continues, "Maybe that little piece of white trash that you are
married to, would want to save your miserable life. What do you think white
boy?"
With the jagged knife continuing to cause his skin to rupture and bleed,
John quickly made the decision to save his own miserable live at the expected
expense of his beautiful wife.
"I'll let my wife be with you, but please, for god's sake don't kill me.",
continued the begging prison guard.
While the black master was considering the possibilities, his assembled
inner guard had unbuckled his belt and pulled his prison uniform pants down to
his knees. The most vicious of the enf***ers had firmly grabbed the testicles
and manweapon in his huge black hand and produced another homemade jagged edge
knife, which he placed against the shriveled white boy cock.
"Tomorrow the do gooder ladies of the prison guard auxiliary group is due

to save us poor misguided creatures. I expect your little white tramp to be
among that group, you dig asshole?" ordered the Vice Lord.
As the jagged blade punctured his flaccid white cock, the guard would
agree to anything. "Oh god please. I will do anything you say. Missy will be
here. I will bring her to you but I beg you don't let them cut me any more!"
whimpered the white boy guard.
Looking down at the cowering white boy guard, Randy decided to add another
ingredient of domination. "When your white tramp comes to get bred by a black
master, she best look like the whore she is. I want the bitch to be wearing
black leather mini skirt, garter and hose, and knee high boots. She best not
be wearing any panties or bra,they will just get in the way when I breed her
with my black cock," smirks the Vice Lord.
As his eyes tear, John agrees to the humiliating conditions.
To prove once again who the master is, Randy nodded and the two knife
tenders made their point once again. The knife at the throat slashed a half
moon three inch slit in the left cheek of the guard, while the razor sharp
homemade knife menacing his cock, made a surgical slash along the side of his
shriveled cock. The slash went from the base to the head of his precious
manhood. Although the wound was not deep, it was excruciatingly painful. What
John did not know was that both of the jagged blades were treated with human
excrement, which would cause both wounds to be infected within hours. Before
leaving the bleeding guard, he was treated to a savage kick from behind, which
drove his nut sack into his body. As he lay writhing on the hard concrete
floor, his tormentors walked arrogantly away.
Unable to face his fellow guards, who would mock him for being so careless
in allowing himself to be caught and tortured by the inmates, he carefully
wrapped his now bleeding and swollen manhood in his handkerchief. Wiping the
bl**d from the incision in his cheek, he quickly found a bandage from a nearby
first aid kit. The balance of his shift was spent in a daze. Only when he was
on his way home to be with his precious Missy, did he contemplate how he was
going to break the dreaded news to his beautiful wife.
When he walked into their new home, his wife was shocked at the vicious
looking slash, which by now was dreadfully infected. After trying to clean the
visible wound, she nearly fainted when her beloved John told her the second
part of his misery. Devastated, Missy tried to come up with a saving solution.
She suggested that they flee the city and reestablish their life thousands of
miles away. When her husband explained the reach of the national gang, she
desperately told her husband to turn the chieftain over to the warden.
Laughing, he told his frightened wife that neither of them would live out the
day, if he tried to take "legal" action against the gang overlord.
Despondent over her anticipated ****, Missy fell into a fitful slumber.
Awakening the next morning, she resolved that she would have to comply with her
husband's pleading. At the fitful moment, when she was slipping into the

whorish looking attire, she finally lost her remaining shreds of respect for
her sobbing husband.
As she slipped the white silk blouse on, she could feel her pert nipples
thrust against the tight material. Looking in the mirror, she became
embarrassed at her sluttish appearance. The black leather mini shirt, was
extremely short and extremely tight. It molded against her perfect body. The
young housewife felt naked without her lace panties and bra. At the last
minute, she slipped on a pair of sheer white lace panties. Although, it was
against the expressed wishes of the gang overlord, Missy felt she needed at
least a shred of decency, if she was to enter, the debauchery that her husband
had landed her in.
As they drove up to the drive way, in front of the main gate, he could
feel the stares of not only the inmates, but also of his fellow guards. As the
two entered the compound, John could see the astounded stare of the warden, as
he meekly explained that his wife was joining the prison guards women's
auxiliary. He hurriedly e****ted his wife to the main set of classrooms.
He had been instructed to present his wife to Randy Ballard, Vice Lord of
the BGE'S at Classroom D. Unknown to him and the other prison staff, Classroom
D had been specially modified to accommodate the carnal needs of the BGE'S. The
four monitoring cameras had their lens removed and replaced by a sophisticated
laser photograph of the room at the four different camera angles. When the
bleary eyed monitoring guards viewed the room, all they could see was a vacant
classroom.
The room was a very distinct classroom, but not one where standard classes
were taught. The classroom was modified to accommodate the initiation of the
white wives of the prison guards and staff. In the closet, was the latest
tattoo and piercing equipment. In addition, every available bondage device was
hanging from the over flowing closet. Several dirty cum coated mattresses were
laying along the side of the room and there was a solitary chair directly in
the center of the room.
When John and his young wife Missy reached Classroom D, he meekly tapped
on the door. Randy heard the meek tapping, but decided to make the young white
wife wait to be serviced, serviced like a mare waiting for her stallion to
mount her.
John continued his meek tapping, increasing the tempo and loudness, while
anxiously looking around for any of his fellow guards.
Finally, the huge black appeared at the door and filled the over sized
door frame with his massive body. He was bare chested and his muscled hairy
black chest bristled with his massive pectorals. He was wearing only a small
pair of gray cotton gym shorts. His muscled stomach is tight and seems to
point towards his large unrestricted black manhood. He wore no shoes and much
to the chagrin of his frightened quarry, he wore no supporter under the skimpy
shorts. His massive nine inch black cock was already thrusting against the

thin material.
Missy's bright blue eyes fell to the thrusting bulge, which appeared to
the petite girl like a mammoth log. She was nearly in shock at the huge black
cock thrusting against the cotton shorts.
John, terribly apprehensive now that the time had come, meekly introduced
his lovely wife, "Mr. Ballard, this is my wife, Missy."
Missy, terribly conscious of her attire, submissively held out her small
hand. Expecting the black giant to shake her hand, she held her hand outward
while Randy Ballard mockingly stared at the yuppie couple. Amused, he merely
stared at the frightened young housewife.
After a seemingly eternity, Missy let her hand ball to her side, while her
bright blue eyes dropped to the floor.
"So this is the piece of white trash you brought me to fuck," questioned
Randy.
Shocked at the brutal statement, John merely nods.
Wanting to further humiliate the prison guard, Randy arrogantly reaches
out and fondles Missy's breast, in front of her tremblingly husband. Missy,
her eyes still downcast, stood quietly while the huge black giant continued his
stroking of the tender breast meat.
"Have you ever had a real man, you little bitch?" asks Randy, his fingers
pinching the hardening nipples.
"I've only been with my husband," sobs Missy.
Randy couldn't tell if the sob indicated submission to him or disdain for
her nervous white boy husband.
"Yes, I think that I'm going to like sticking my black cock up your tight
white cunt. Once you have been privileged with black cock you won't go back to
that wimp ass piece of shit you're married to," continued Randy.
John could only meekly stand near the door and look at his shoes. The
twitching of his infected cock, hurt tremendously as it tried to harden, as his
beautiful young wife was fondled and humiliated in front of him.
Brutally pinching her nipples, Randy gives his first order; "Suck my toes
you piece of white trash!"
Missy, trembling at the fondling and at the fear over taking her young
body. Fear of discovery by another guard, fear of her growing excitement, fear
of the huge black manipulating her arousal by his f***eful fingers. Seeing no
options, the beautiful Missy drops to her knees and lets her tongue slip out of

her red coated lips. She touches the toes with her petite tongue. The total
humiliation is causing her white lace panties to become soaked. The arousal at
her total submission is causing all sorts of wondrous feeling throughout her
tight body.
After what seems an eternity to John, Randy Ballard finally speaks, "I
best be taking your wife inside now, for her first real fucking. I plan to
warm up this little frigid bitch of a wife that you have given me. After
today, she will be put in my stable of bitches on the outside to whore for me
and the BGE'S. You won't be minding if your precious little wife starts
whoring for me, will you white boy?"
John, stuttering tried to say something. but nothing came out.
Randy slaps the white boy guard across the lips and asks the question
again, "You don't care if I turn your little tramp of a wife out to walk the
streets for me do you white boy?"
Trembling, with tears running down his cheeks meekly sobs, "No."
Randy, looking down at the cowering wife at his feet, gives his next
order, "You best be getting in the classroom. I might even open up that
Hershey highway of yours. Would you like me to stick my black cock up that
tight little ass of yours?"
Terrified, Missy says nothing, but rises and enters the room where her
ordeal is to begin.
Before entering the room, Randy turns back to the sobbing John and
instructs him, "You stand guard at the door. I don't want anyone interrupting
me, while I fuck your wife. She looks like she will really enjoy me sticking
my black cock up her love channel. When I'm through with your wife, she will
be a woman, not a little piece of fluff waiting for you to come home."
Randy slams the door and pushes Missy towards the center of the room and
the lone single chair. "Go sit in the chair," orders the Vice Lord.
Missy slowly walks to the center of the room and sits down in the chair
facing the huge black giant. She modestly keeps her long boot and nylon
covered legs tightly together. Her white silk blouse is half open from the
ruthless fondling of only moments before. She stares at the black, who sits on
a bench near a table.
"After I breed you today, I will expect you to obey me. I will want you
to seduce some of the other guard's wives into the BGE'S. You will also bring
pleasure to the rest of my inner staff here at the prison. Do you understand
what is required of you, Mrs. Jones?"
"Yes," came the meek reply.

"When you address me in the future you will address me as Mr. Ballard,"
ordered the Vice Lord.
"Yes, Mr. Ballard," replies the young white wife.
"Spread those long legs Mrs. Jones. Lets see what charms you have to give
me," orders the seducer.
Hesitantly, Mrs. Missy Jones lets her long legs come apart. The tight
black leather mini skirt rides up her thighs, as the legs open up. She stares
into the dark brown eyes of her tormentor, as she spreads the divine gams
further apart. She is feeding off the intenseness of the dark eyes, as they
take in the pleasure of the beautiful sight unfolding before him.
As the legs continue to spread, he can see the wisp of the darker bands of
nylon on her upper thighs. The white lace panties soaked by her woman fluid
become an even greater arousing vision. Usually, the black destroyer of white
virgin woman holes, would be distraught at the sight of pussy covering.
However, the sight of the darker wet stains was erotic even to the ultimate
sexual a****l, Mr. Randy Ballard.
"I want to see you spread those pink pussy lips. Do it without taking the
panties off," orders Randy.
Closing her eyes, Missy inserts her long lean fingers into the legs of her
panties. As she pulls the panties aside, she sensuously caresses the bl**d
engorged pussy lips. She sensuously rubs up and down and outer lips. She
allows her fingers to touch the hooded nubbin of pleasure. As her fingernail
scraps the sensitive love button she allows a soft moan to escape her lips. As
each pleasurable sensation reaches her brain, the frantic fingers increase in
intensity their pleasure producing friction.
"Stand up and strip. I don't think you will need any of those clothes for
the rest of the afternoon," ordered Randy.
Shocked out of her near fulfillment, Missy stands up and pulls the tight
leather skirt down. Looking over to the amused seated Black Master, she slowly
finishes unbuttoning the white silk blouse and lets it slip off of her
shoulders and fall to the floor. Standing before the Black Master in only her
garter, hose, black knee high boots and white lace panties, she looks into her
Master's dark eyes.
The Black Vice Lord rises and slips his huge fingers into the gray cotton
gym shorts and slowly tugs the tight fitting shorts over his muscled thighs.
Missy observing every movement, is awestruck when the shorts expose the ten
inch Black Manhood in all its glory. The massive love muscle is only partially
erect and is starting to point out at a right angle from the washboard muscled
stomach. As she continues to observe the disrobing, her fleece covered love
channel starts producing the sweet smelling dew, that starts to resoak her
white panties.

When Randy has let the shorts fall to the floor, he points his index
finger at the young beauty and motions for her to come to him, "Bring me your
white panties," he orders.
As she starts to walk over to him Mr. Randy Ballard shakes his head,
"Don't walk, crawl to your Black Master."
Aroused, humiliated and desperate for release, Missy drops to her hands
and knees, and crawls over to the seated Black Giant.
When she reaches her destination, he motions for her to stand. When she is
standing, facing her tormentor, he smiles and finally speaks, "I want you to
hand me your panties. The pretty white panties that your husband bought you,
the panties that are wet with your drippings."
Gracefully, the blonde hair dropping nearly to her small but firm breasts,
she bends at her waist, and slips the clinging panties over her knees and down
the hose and boot covered legs. When the task is completed, she raises her
hand and releases her white lace panties to the huge Black paw.
The Black Vice Lord brings the fragrant cloth to his nose and deeply
inhales the pleasing essence. Although, he is still seated, he is looking
almost directly in the deep blue eyes. Looking at her perfect breasts, her
long flowing blonde hair and her perfect legs, his cock continues to harden.
Putting the panties on the seat next to him, he asks her a simple question,
"When was the last time your wimp husband fucked you?"
"My husband and I made love three nights ago," Missy softly replies.
"Does he satisfy you, with that little white boy cock of his?" continues
Randy.
"I don't reach climax every time we make love," responds Missy sadly.
Randy Ballard rises and walks around the now trembling woman. When he is
behind her, he reaches out and rubs her firm ass cheeks. "Has your white boy
wimp taken your ass yet?"
Shocked, Missy quickly answers, "No. I am too small there. It would hurt
too much."
Still standing behind the petite blonde white housewife, and still
stroking the firm ass of his next conquest, he matter of fact states, "Before
you leave me today, you will not have your ass cherry. If you please me, I
will lubricate my black cock before I enter you. If you displease me, I will
bludgeon my Black Cock into your useless body, in one stroke."
Missy says nothing, but stands silently, waiting the next haunting
question that she is sure will come.

"After I breed you today, I will mark you, so that everyone knows that you
belong to me. You will have to start whoring for me, starting tomorrow. Have
you ever worked the streets?" questions Randy Ballard, Vice Lord of the Black
Gangster Elites.
Shocked by his latest question and comment she angrily replies, "I have
never been a whore. I won't be a whore for you!"
Controlling his anger, Randy softly whispers into the trembling
housewife's ear; "After I fuck you in your ass today, tomorrow night you will
start working the street for me. You disobey me in word, deed or thought and I
will take a knife and peel your pretty face off. If that chicken shit husband
is terrified of me, how do you think a little tramp like you can stand up to
me?"
Poor Missy, standing in the middle of a large classroom, stripped down to
only garter, hose and black boots, trembles as she contemplates her next
response. Her beloved husband of only six months is standing guard on the
outside of the door, while a huge black man is pawing her firm ass, threatening
to impale her with his ten inch rock solid Black Cock. "Please don't fuck me
in the ass. You will hurt me. You are too large. Please," Missy submissively
sobs.
Randy lowers his hand from the firm ass cheeks and inserts his finger into
her moist woman hole. As the digit inserts itself, Missy is caught off guard.
At first she instinctively clenches her legs together. However, after a few
moments, the searching digit starts to bring the young woman the pleasure that
has been missing from her marriage bed. She softly moans, as the finger gently
sc****s her hooded clit. As the insertion continues Missy closes her eyes and
allows her long lean legs to part ever so slightly.
Randy catches the guarded parting of her legs and rewards her by inserting
a second finger. The rapid thrusting coats, his hand with Missy's precious
lubricant. Missy opens her legs wider, as she eagerly thrusts against the
intruding fingers giving her pleasure. As the fingers continue the thrusting,
Missy bends over and drops to her knees. She begins moaning louder and louder,
as the pleasure giving fingers bring her to a screaming orgasm. As the
intense pleasure overwhelms her pent-up desires ,she writhes on the floor as
the spasms overtake her tight body.
"Oh God, you bring me such pleasure. Don't stop, please don't stop. It
feels sooooooooo good!" screams Missy.
Randy leaves his fingers in the clenching pussy, as the young wife is
prone on the hard tile floor. As Missy's orgasm subsides, he lets his fingers
slip out. He walks to the cabinet, at the end of the room and brings back a
full tube of K-Y jelly. Missy does not see him walk to the cabinet, she is
recovering from her first true orgasm in months. Unknown to her husband John,
he has not been able to bring his vivacious wife to a fulfilling orgasm since

their marriage night. The orgasm that the Black Master has brought to the
beautiful Missy was so intense ,she was still trembling five minutes after
climax.
"Have you ever had a man? A real Man? A Black Man that can bring your
pleasure?" questions Randy.
Still laying face down on the tile floor Missy answers truthfully, "I have
never been with a Black Man. I have thought about making love to a Black Man.
When John told me of his predicament I was at first shocked, but deep inside I
wanted to go through with the **** or the pleasure. You have brought me
pleasure."
As she lay on the hard tile floor, she felts the sticky K-Y jelly being
squeezed out of the tube and onto her perfect firm ass cheeks. The pleasure
giving fingers, began a circular motion and rubs the cold sticky fluid on her
perfect and firm ass cheeks. He seems to be lulling the young housewife, with
his gentle and soft caresses. Missy suspects the ordeal that awaits her, as
the gentle motion continues. She starts to become anxious, as the fingers began
to dip in the crevice between the two mounds. Her wrinkled brown eye clutchs,
as the persistent index finger sought entrance to her last virgin chamber. The
swaying hips try to provide an escape valve, but the Black Master was not to be
distracted from his final goal.
The initial penetration of the elastic ring was uncomfortable, but not
painful, for the gently swaying Missy. Randy's finger is unforgiving and
continues to insert itself deeper and deeper in the tight dark chamber. Missy
starts becoming more fearful as the finger became more and more determined in
it's goal of free and unrestricted access to the virgin chamber.
Finally, Missy begs for the probing to stop, "Please Mr. Dillard. Don't
fuck me in my ass. I'm scared that you will hurt me, scared that your black
cock is too large. Please, let me suck you instead."
The Black Master had his goal and it was not merely her warm lips wrapped
around his Black Cock. His goal, and one that was not to be denied him was
complete domination of the beautiful white wife of a white boy guard, and that
domination was to take the form of deep Black Cock Anal Insertion.
"Raise yourself on your hands and knees. You're about to become a real
woman. You resist me and I'll black strap that lily white ass of yours until
you won't be able to sit for a week. Do you want your ass Black Strapped
little Tramp?"
Trembling uncontrollably, Missy answers with a broken voice, "No please
don't beat me. I'm afraid you will hurt me. Please fuck my pussy with your
black cock. I can take you there, you will tear my poor asshole."
Even as she begs for redemption, however, she raises herself to her hands
and knees. Trying to entice her tormentor, she sensuously sways her ass,
hoping against hope, that he will reconsider and sink his manhood between her

sopping and clenching pussy lips.
Randy Ballard squeezes an ample supply of the jelly into his hand and
lubricates his ten inches of hard Black Manhood. Stroking himself with the
slippery jelly, he brings his black manhood into an even greater hardness.
Randy knows that hardness is what it will take, to sink the log into the tight
chamber winking at him, as Missy continues to sway her cheeks.
At first, he lays the black log on top of the cheeks. He wants his newest
inductee to anticipate the entry into her most sacred chamber. Poor, poor
Missy was fearful of the insertion of the manhood. She had hoped to lodge the
cock into her pussy, in hopes of making it so pleasurable for the black
convict, as to seduce him to the pleasure of her womanhood.
Her hope was soon dashed, as she felt the huge purple head rub against the
wrinkled winking brown eye of her dark chamber. As Randy Ballard, became more
insistent of entry, she tried to knee walk away. Her efforts were for naught
as Randy grabbed her by her sleek hips and in one brutal thrust buried half of
the length into the tight chamber. Her anal muscles screamed against the
intrusion, as Randy rapidly began the f***eful thrusting, attempting admission
of more and more of his black muscle.
After the first brutal thrust, poor Missy was merely attempting to adjust
to the tremendous pressure, the fullness of the black cock filling her tight
asshole.
What seemed so horrible at first, began to subside as the pleasure
overtook the pain, as her sphincter muscle became accustomed to the huge black
cock. The fullness coupled with the friction started to bring pleasure for the
young housewife.
Although many bl**d vessels had been ruptured and were coating the
thrusting black love muscle, Missy was beginning to seek the pleasure that was
rapidly overtaking her tight body.
As Randy continued cramming his muscle into the tight asshole, he reached
around with his right hand and pinched her hard nipple between his finger and
thumb. This one simple move created another mind shattering orgasm for the
young woman. She had very few orgasms in her young life. This was her first
orgasm reached by anal intercourse.
The screaming of his young white wife, could be heard by John Jones, the
prison guard just outside the door. The door that he was guarding; the door
which separated the ravishment of his wife by the most vicious black criminal
in the Illinois penal system. The ravishment brought on by his fear; fear for
his life. He tried to block out the screams but couldn't. He realized that
his life and the life of his beautiful wife would never be the same. For some
reason he felt his own less than ample white cock start to harden. As it
harden, he felt the pain of the infected slash as the pus began to ooze into
his underpants.

Randy let his own huge muscled body fall to the floor, following Missy's
decline to the hard surface. He let his black cock fill her ruptured anal
canal, as it softened inside her asshole. After a short respite, he pulled
himself up and let his large black cock slip from its tight chamber. As the
cock slipped from its chamber, the white cum mixed with strings of bl**d flowed
down Missy's beautiful thighs. The sticky mancum soaked the top dark bands of
her hose.
Missy felt the black cock leave her tight constricting asshole and the
liquid departing her damaged anal canal. She felt very drained from the last
two pleasure producing ordeals. The intenseness of her breeding session nearly
overwhelmed her mind, along with her body.
Randy raised himself to his knees and grabbed the beautiful long blonde
hair, "Clean my black cock little tramp."
Missy brushed her hair from her eyes and looked up at the still menacing
long black cock. All she saw was the one eyed purple head, as she let her
tongue snake out of her dark red coated lips and caress the purple head, which
is still leaking cum. She tongues the head, trying to clean all the spunk, off
the still semi hard black cock. Laboriously, she cleans the entire black cock
with her precious tongue. She savors the taste, especially the taste of the cum
mixed with her bl**d. She realizes that this Black Man has brought her to
sexual fulfillment. Although the thought of becoming one of his whores is
abhorrent to her upbringing, she realizes that she will do anything to continue
to receive the rewards of his black cock.
As she finishes tonguing his black cock, he wipes the rest of the scum in
her flowing blonde hair. Before rising, he batters the pleasure giving
instrument against her cheeks.
Randy Ballard walks to the door and opens it. He is still totally naked
and watches John Jones reaction as he urgently looks into the vacant classroom
and immediately sees his nearly naked young wife sitting on the hard white
tile floor. She is sitting on her ass with her legs brought up to her chin.
He can see the cum dripping from her ravished asshole and forming a puddle on
the clean white floor. Looking into her eyes he sees a look of satisfaction, a
look of pure sexual release, of inner calm.
"Your wife's asshole was tight but I managed to stick my BLACK COCK to the
limit. She squealed like a stuck pig but I finally made her a woman, something
you will never be able to accomplish, with that four inch noodle you have
between your legs. Did you hear her scream when I stuck it to her?", mocked
the Black Master.
John Jones had no response. He could not take his eyes off of his
beautiful wife, her look of satisfaction, as the black cum was dripping from
her ass. His deep dark thoughts, is that he would have given anything to watch
the ravishment of his wife fucking or more properly being fucked by the huge

naked black man standing next to him. He was brought back to reality when his
face was slapped by the inmate.
"I have several friends who want to meet your wife. They are waiting in
Classroom B down the hall. Go get them, your wife is waiting," orders Randy to
the dumbfounded white boy guard.
His mind shattered, the guard absent mindly walked down the long hall to
e****t three more black inmates, who were going to have sexual intercourse with
his precious wife. Upon arriving at the proper classroom he knocked and
shortly the three black inmates came to the door and preceded to walk towards
the room, containing the beauty that they breed this afternoon.
Although none of the three had more than the basic intelligence of the
common criminal, they made up for it in the physique of the street gang. Each
of the three were highly muscled and each had physical scars of battles past.
One, named Big Foot was six foot eight inches and weighed over 320 pounds.
While not all muscle, a good portion was and what wasn't was made up for by the
brutality of his thought process. He was currently serving thirty years for
the criminal sexual assault. Although he contended the young blonde sought out
his company, the District Attorney for Northern California chose to prosecute
anyway.
"Does your wife fuck black men very often white boy?" mocked Big Sam.
Correction Officer John Jones did not answer. He knew, or thought he knew
the answer. After today the answer would obviously be totally different.
"When I stick your wife with my Black Dick she's going to have my black
seed drip from her ears. After I stretch her delicate little pussy she won't
even be able to feel that pathetic little cock of your's guard man," Big Sam
continued.
John Jones continued to look straight forward. What could he do? Admit
that his wife now craved black cock? Admit that she had just been ass fucked
by the most vicious prisoner in the prison? There was no answer, and what John
Jones feared the most was that Big Foot was in fact right in his analysis.
What if his precious Missy's love box was stretched by the hard Black Cock that
she would be receiving. His inadequate manhood could never measure up to these
black cocks. At the moment all his cock could do is throb from the ragged slit
and infected outer skin. Even as they walked down the hallway the puss and
bl**d were soaking his uniform pants having coated his underwear.
When the four reached the door of Classroom D, the inmates waited for the
guard to open the door. One final humiliation, having the white boy guard open
the door to allow the three black convicts the opportunity to black seed his
precious white wife.
While John was on his journey to retrieve the next black servicing
participants, Randy Ballard had told poor Missy her next duties. She was

informed that when the three black inmates entered the room, she was to walk to
each one and deep tongue each one in turn. She was also told to rub her
precious petite body against the hard bodies of the entering inmates. Her
final instruction was that she was to humiliate her white boy husband. She was
to describe in detail her desire and longing for the black cocks that she was
about to receive. She was to praise them for their sexual ability, and degrade
her inadequate husband. If she failed in her assignment, her white boy husband
would be the next example of Black Gangster Elite vengeance. The sexually
stimulated wife was anxiously awaiting her next love partners, but she did not
want to inflict more emotional damage on her husband. It seemed, correctly,
however that she had no choice.
When the trio entered, Randy Ballard, ordered the white guard to man the
door, on the inside this time. He wanted to totally break the guard, by
forcing him to watch the degradation of his wife, as she was bred by the
assembled Black Cast.
Missy had taken the brief interlude to straighten her now torn hose and
brush her hair. She applied a fresh coat of dark red lipstick but could not
repair the mascara and other makeup. Her first fucking had badly smeared the
excessive make up and the smeared look, made her look more like a street whore
at the end of the night, rather than the privileged white housewife. She was
still wearing the knee high black leather boots, Randy Ballard liked boots and
Randy always got what Randy wanted.
The black trio of vicious inmates stopped about half way into the room and
Missy walked over to welcome them to their new playpen. The first in line,
naturally, was Big Foot. Poor Missy had to stand on her tip toes to reach his
mouth. Smiling into the scarred face she closed her eyes and slid her tongue
into his deep oral cavity. His foul breath caused by his rotting teeth almost
made her gag but she f***ed herself to tongue fuck the monster while rubbing
her body against his massive frame. As she finished, she looked over at her
astounded husband and smirked, "If only you were a real man. These are the
only men that I plan to get this fine white body. Maybe if you take notes you
won't be so useless in the future."
Missy quickly moved to the second black, much smaller in height but
massively muscled. His shoulders and arms were rock hard as a result of five
years of five hour per day weight lifting. As Missy inserted her delicate
tongue, he planted his hands on her ravished ass cheeks and pulled the young
woman brutally forward against his solid body. By the end of her tonguing,
Missy's cock absent pussy was starting to throb from anticipation.
The third black to receive the cool and sweet tasting tongue was nearly
the ugliest human alive. His face, burned by acid in an inter gang battle was
hideously deformed. Missy closing her eyes, inserted her tongue into the
twisted oral cavity and rubbed her tight body against the hard build of the
black convict.
As she backed away, she noticed that Randy Ballard had brought two dirty

mattresses to the center of the room. The black inmates finished undressing
and Missy sensuously walked over to the mattresses and laid down, spreading her
long legs in an enticing inducement.
"I want you to watch John. I want you to see how a real man takes care of
his lady. These black men are going to pleasure me, something that you could
never do," cruelly mocked Missy.
John merely stood at the door, transfixed by the tongueing that his wife
had just performed on the vicious hardened criminals. As she spread her long
perfect legs, inviting the blacks to black service her, his white cock
painfully sprang to attention. He said nothing. There was nothing to say.
Big Foot pushed his smaller companions to the side. He planned to be the
first and no one objected. He walked to the mattress and straddled Missy's
chest in order for her to be able to suck his long black cock to rigidness. He
lost no time with niceties, as he shoved his cock into the delicate white wife.
As Missy struggled with the length of the large cock the second black crawled
between Missy's widespread legs and let his tongue do the talking. His long
tongue snaked into sopping pussy folds and quickly brought a gushing response
from the aroused Mrs. Missy Jones.
When his cock was hard and rigid Big Foot pulled out of the delicate
mouth and asked Mrs. Jones the obvious question, "You want my black cock little
tramp?"
Wanting the large pleasure giver in her aroused woman hole and mindful of
her orders, she used her sexiest voice, and made sure that her husband could
hear her response, "Please give me your black cock. I have not had any cock as
magnificence as yours. Please fill my hole."
Big Foot needed no further invitation, as he shoved the licking black from
her entrance. As he knee walked into position Missy struggled to spread her
long legs even more. Since she was petite and since he was huge, even her best
effort could not achieve what she desired. Before inserting his huge black
cock into her seeping hole, he took both booted ankles in his hands and f***ed
them wider. Missy felt as if she was a wishbone.
At the moment of entry she forgot about the stretched leg muscles and did
everything to accommodate the massive black log. Even her sopping pussy was not
prepared for the fullness and length that followed. As he brutally entered the
small woman, she screamed as the massive log was buried to the hilt in one
savage thrust. As she opened her mouth to scream a second time, she found
that the scarred black had planted his face over her mouth and was savagely
kissing the struggling woman. The muscled black had taken her sensitive
nipples between his index finger and thumb and was pinching the abused tip
causing a great bruising.
It took only minutes for Missy's third orgasm of the day to occur. Her
climax preceded Big Foot's who merely continued to pound the precious pussy

into submission. By the time he flooded her fuck chamber, poor Missy had
orgasmed no less than four times.
As rapidly as Big Foot pulled his massive black log from her love chamber,
Missy was pleading with another black to take his place.
Her husband stood silently by the door observing the total abandonment of
his previously virginal wife. As she climaxed a second time, his own cock
spewed forth a rocket shot of sperm against his prison uniform pants. His
orgasm occurred without John even touching his bleeding and infected cock meat.
The muscled black was the second to deposit his black seed into the
precious chamber of lust, previously owned by Mrs. Missy Jones. Missy seemed to
orgasm constantly, as the Blacks continued to take turns making her swollen and
red pussy hole the recipient of black seed. While his underlings were having
their way with the little white tramp, Randy was carefully recording each
sexual release. He also dutifully took picture after picture, making sure to
include close ups of the sperm splattered face of their latest guest fuckee.
Randy was the last to deposit his fourth load, this one in the willing
mouth of the beautiful white housewife. As she licked the final drippings from
the end of his black cock, Randy made one last mocking gesture to the white
prison guard, "Tomorrow your little tramp of a wife is starting to whore for
me. You'll need to take her to the black reindeer club. She won't need to
wear any panties; the black boys down at the club will become impatient if she
does. Right white boy?"
As John Jones looked at his beautiful wife, with a constant stream of cum
running out of her swollen cunt and down her face, he knew that his precious
wife was lost forever. He should be ashamed, but the wet cum stain on the
front of his prison uniform, was the result of the most intense orgasm that he
had ever had. Even at this stage of his wife's degradation, he was wondering
if he would be able to watch, the activities at the club the next night. The
thought brought another surge of hardness to his tormented cock.




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