“What do you have in mind?”
“Let her meet the homeless of Detroit.”
“How many you want?”
“Maybe a dozen. From very young to very old. Hold niggas that don’t have a problem with being filmed fucking. Bums with dogs is good, too. She smells like a pig anyway. You can take them out for whatever they want. Fuck is safe, cunt or ass, she can just lick the dicks and asses. Tehy can also piss on her. She swallows well, I bet my ass.“
While Hank went down the street and turned right into a dark narrow side street, his partner drove the police car to the middle of the small intersection. I was still lying in the back of the truck when the van briefly started moving and shunted back and forth. He turned the vehicle 180 degrees so that now the headlights were directed at the intersection and the back door pointed to a brick wall. Now I understood that we were at the end of a dead end and that the van was supposed to cover the view of me and what was to follow. The two men who had driven the van dragged me from the loading area, cut the cable ties on my hands with a knife and made me kneel on the cold asphalt. They made comments about my appearance and my smell. I did not care.
“Put your hands behind your head!”
I obeyed.
The negress came back and started filming again. “Here are the rules: you do what the men want. And you do what we tell you to do. You lick the balls, the cocks, the nigga asses. You lie on your back and you let them fuck you in the cunt. You go on all four to get fucked in the ass. And you open your fucking mouth when someone wants to cum in your mouth, when someone wants to piss on you or when someone wants to shit on you. You drink, you eat, you swallow. Understand?”
I gave a clear and unequivocal “yes, I understand!”
We did not have to wait long until Hank returned with two men in tow. I was still kneeling on the asphalt with my arms crossed behind my head. The two men were not old yet, but looked very much worn out. One of them was gaunt and unkempt, while the other one looked a bit more cultivated, but was really fat. Overweight is an understatement. He was fat. Really fat. The Negress explained the rules. Rubber, any hole for free, cumming in mouth, ass lick and piss included.“
“Does anyone need to relieve himself?”
The scraggy black man affirmed and unbuttoned his pants. He just put his unwashed cock in my mouth and started to urinate. It was sharp and very bitter. I swallowed everything.
The negress gave both of them a blue pill and then demanded that they both undress except for their shoes. “Who wants to fuck first?” asked the negress, and the fat man was faster than the lean one. While I received the order to climb back into the van and squat down with my legs apart and show my juicy wet cunt, the fat man pulled his rubber over his cock. He simply laid the clothes on the street and then the fat man climbed up to me panting.
His fat belly was bulging out, his chest had almost the beginnings of a woman’s breast and his cock was circumcised and not too long. He looked at me for a long time, touched my breasts and turned me over to inspect my ass. He knelt behind me and licked my asshole and cunt very extensively. It started to boil in my intestines. Then he got up again panting, rubbing himself against me from behind and his mouth was looking for my mouth. I opened my lips and our tongues met. Bad breath and nicotine mixed to a taste in my mouth that sent an ecstatic shiver down my spine. We kissed with our tongues intimately for a long time and literally licked each other. I felt his cock growing and was about to kneel down to take it in my mouth when the negress behind the camera demanded that I lay down so that the fat man could sit on me. So I lay down on the back of the truck and pulled the fat man down to me. He crouched over my head and immediately I licked his asshole. He moaned.
The smell and the taste had become completely unimportant to me. I kissed his crack, sucked his hair off, and stuck my tongue up his asshole. When he bent down to lick my cunt, I had my first climax. The negress went with the camera very close to my mouth and filmed me cleaning and licking the fat negro ass with my tongue.
The fat man was already sweating and jerking off his manhood while I was still doing my tongue work under him. “Cunt or ass?” the negress asked him and he chose my ass. Because he was so fat, he lay on his back and I let me slide down on his rather thick than long cock. It hurt a bit, but I didn’t care about that either. I leaned back so the camera could record how deep the black dick was in my intestine. With one hand the fat man still groped my unused cunt, which brought me immediately to the second climax. Then he came already groaning loudly inside me. When he pulled out, the rubber remained in my intestine and I had to squat down to pull it out. At the same time the condom content ran onto the loading area. While the fat guy got off the van, I put the smudged condom in my mouth and sucked it out. Then I licked up the spunk mixture which had dripped on the car floor.
The scraggy man was more sinewy and its cock considerably longer. And he was really deep pitch black, which even made the few teeth he still had look white and shiny. The blackness of his skin built up a tremendous arousal in me. He also preferred my asshole, after I had cleaned his thoroughly. He demanded that I lay under him, and so he pushed his cock up my ass lying on top of me. I stroked his back, kissed the black skin of his shoulders, licked his hairless chest, squeezed his lap on mine and was rewarded with a lavish ejaculation while the man freed his dick from the rubber and shot his load onto my cunt and stomach. Again the rubber was soiled with thick pieces of my intestines and the negress demanded that I hold the brownish smeared condom into the camera for a long time before I was allowed to clean and lick it out.
The third man was very old and either very drunk or already confused. He couldn’t manage to undress, so I took over for him, kneeled in front of him, unzipped his trousers and licked him all over. Given his stench, I longed for Nero. Even though despite the blue pill the old man couldn’t get his cock properly stiff, the negro was still happy with the filming, because besides kissing, ass-licking and cock-sucking I also had to suck and clean his dirty and overgrown feet for a long time. Then I climbed out of the van, knelt down on the street and got a big load of piss in my mouth from the old man, which I had to swallow and cost me some effort.
The number of men who used and abused my body, I can’t remember. Maybe it was the full dozen, maybe more. The negress collected all the condoms in a plastic bowl and at some point they literally swam in a sauce of sperm and dirt.
The negress had already announced loudly that I would be serving the dogs at the end, so that everyone except the confused old man stayed until the bitter end and formed a real cluster in front of the van and howled loudly when I was given the contents from the condom bowl into my mouth. I then had to hold each condom in the camera and lick it clean. Then finally a light brown street dog – some indefinable promenade mix, sinewy and slender – was brought to me on the loading area, who circled me several times, smelled and licked me until he finally marked me as his property. He had lifted his leg and just in time I had slipped under him to get a full load of dog piss into his wide open mouth.
The owner was a strong negro who had already fucked me. When the negress offered him that I would also serve his dog with my tongue, he tried for a long time to get his now somewhat intimidated animal to present his rear end to me. When the time came, the negress barked that I shouldn’t use my hands, so I licked the balls first and then tried to push the tail away with my head to get at his ass. Again the crowd cheered when finally the owner of the dog pulled the short tail to the side and everyone could see how my tongue was already stuck deep inside the animal. Whether it was my saliva or whether the dog had squeezed out soft-liquid excrement last time, I can’t tell anymore. But the smear on my nose and in my mouth showed me that dog shit does not necessarily have to be hard.
One of the men in this condition demanded my ass again, which the Negress was only too happy to grant. The morning was already dawning when the van started moving again and drove me back to my new home in a state of extreme agitation. One of the men tossed me a bottle of water in the back so that I could wash and refresh myself. Bloody fucked, stuffed and stinking I nodded blissfully.
I was rudely awakened when the van stopped abruptly and I skidded to the side. The negress opened the loading door of the van, clicked a dog leash through the ring of my collar and pulled me on the leash across the parking lot to the house.
“Come on, hurry. You’ve got a couple of hours of rest now, and then Dixon’s coming!”
Back in the building she pulled me through the large interior, at the end of which there was a narrow door leading to a dark and dirty stone staircase. The cellar was cool and musty, as if it hadn’t been aired for years. We came to a rather high room that looked like a torture chamber. A stained mattress without cover was lying on the wall, some rickety chairs were standing around, a seatbelt couch like in hospital and a black leather trestle stood in the middle. Rings and hooks were everywhere on the walls, whips and other instruments of torture. At the very back was a tiled area where a mouldy washbasin, a toilet and a shower without curtain served as a wet room.
Light flashed! Bright, glaring spotlights that bathed the whole room in an unreal, clear light from above and from the side. Only now I saw the stains and the dried blood.
“Do you like pain?”
„No“, I said.
“So much the better,” was just her comment. “You can shower and wash up there, lie down somewhere to rest. I’ll leave the light on so you can see what’s in store for you.”
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