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Chapter 9 - Blackery

Request 9: Gang takes me and my wife. Making us sluts. Never had before. -DownLow

My wife and I have been planning a trip for months now. I can't say exactly where we're going. That would spoil the surprise. Work hasn't been the best lately and it's time we get a break. We deserve it. But for now - gas.

I pull over to the gas station. The only sign of civilisation in 100 miles easy. "You want something?" I ask her. She runs her glossy lollipop slowly across her lips and pampers it against her bottom lip before sucking it back in. "Nah," she tells me from the side of her mouth.

"Right," I go to close her passenger door. "Maybe," she starts up again and stops me in an awkward instant. "Skittles or thumb suckers," she smiles over to me. "My cock's always free," I tell her. She stares up at me with the lollipop in her hand and reaches up to kiss me on the cheek. "Thank you." I close the door and move to fill the car, shoving the nozzle in and running it to fill.

I head inside while it fills and browse the store for anything we might need for the next while. Maybe a meat pie, muffin, something to keep our hunger in check. Minutes go by while I shop for quick supplies and I find myself taking out the nozzle and opening my car. But I don't find my wife.

A little worried, I leave with the bag in hand and move around the shop a few times. I spot an outhouse nearby and hurry around it to find my wife held with her front against the wall and a gangster twisting her arms behind her black. Back. I mean back.

Without assessing the situation much, "Fuck off!" I rush toward the thug, dropping the bag of groceries, but he shoves me to the ground after whipping me with the handle of his pistol. Fuck. I should've expected as much. I look up to see her struggling against a typical hood nigger, both looking back at me and arguing. My eyes shut for seconds.

I open them to see her rushing to comfort me and him running away. They shut for a few seconds more. I open them to feel myself being lifted - both of them under an arm and moving toward a live car. I'm thrown into the backseat while the doors are shut and my wife is pushed into the passenger seat. She turns back to me, saying something along the lines of "Everything will be okay".

The nigger hurries to the driver's seat and shuts the door, making a quick getaway as I hear the wheels burn out and take off with the utmost speed. I watch as he pushes at my wife's face, "Act natural. Bitch." It's dark out and nobody is around so I don't think he has much to worry about. We get to the highway and he looks back, worried about being found out.

My eyes shut a while and I open them to his hand exposing my wife's breasts, stripping down her top. He grabs at her tits and pulls at her nipples, even going so far as to shove his fingers in her mouth. I stare down to see my groceries behind his seat. My eyes shut again and open to him shoving her head down to his cock, forcing a deepthroat from her. I grow completely weak and shut my eyes for good.

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I feel myself wake, hearing the sound of her throat still in use. Fuck. I force my eyes open and try to help her again. But I notice I've been tied at my hands and my mouth has been bound. I try screaming. "Fuck up, you fucking…bitch. Bitch ass nigga. You hear your wife, you bitch ass nigga. Got my dick down her throat," he laughs. "This bitch love it though, look. Hands-free."

I look over and see her head bobbing on his niggerdick as he drives, one hand on the wheel and one hand resting out the window. "Bitch's crazy," our captor laughs. He pulls over. "Blind time, bitch." He jumps out the car with no clothes below his waist and meat waving in the air. "Daddy," my wife complains. "You hear that," he laughs. "She call me daddy."

He pulls something from the trunk and opens my door. He pulls me up and rushes a dark cotton bag over my head before pulling the tie tight around my neck. "You a good nigga," he laughs. "Cooperative 'n shit." I can't fight back against this absolute blackening. Dirty fucks will get what's coming to them.

He shuts my door and opens my wife's. "You too, bitch." "No, NO!" I hear her scream. Screaming for other reasons. "Daddy, I want it," she begs. "I'm sorry, bitch, it must be done." He ties the bag over her head and I hear a slapping.

"Uhn! You like that, bitch?" He slaps her face with his hands and dick. "You like that, bitch," he laughs to himself as he shuts the door on her hair and returns to his seat. "Mmnnm!" I hear my wife groaning for the next 10 minutes until the car comes to a stop. The gangster stops the vehicle and jumps out of the car. "Y'all ready for this?"

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I find myself bound, naked and on my knees with my wife to my back. Two niggers pull off both of the bags restricting our vision. Fucking filthy. "Hyah hyah," one of the blacks runs in a circle holding his face. He runs back and slaps my wife's tits. I hear her moan at the spanking. "Fucking beautiful bitch."

"Any of you boys gonna show me a good time," I hear her say. Fuck. She's under their spell. You know how the saying goes. Either that or she's just trying to live. Trying very well. "Fuck you," I try to say with the tape on my mouth. It barely comes out as a "Vuh vu."

"Nigga, what?" the loud one asks as he looks down to me with his hands on his knee. He smacks me good, immediately turning my head. "Shut up, bitch." I can see the other hoodlums standing there staring at us.

The building we're in old, broken, cold. "Those are your buddies for tonight," he laughs. "You gonna watch her get railed by these boys," he pulls my wife to her feet by her throat. "You want some dick?" He asks her. "You want some real nigga dick?!"

He begins getting violent, slapping at her face. "Fuck you, bitch," he pushes her into the crowd. I watch as they get their filthy fucking black skin all over her with their charred fingers and ape hands.

I watch her, going on an hour now, being relentlessly fucked, smacked, spit on, slapped, kicked, snorted off of, cummed on. It wasn't about to stop. Two blacks get near me and pull me to my feet. "You want a turn, wee man?" He jokes. "Little fuckin' white nigga. Stupid ass tight nigga."

They bend me over an old couch where I'm made to watch my wife and expose myself. They spread my legs and I feel one's cock hit my ass while the other drops his balls on my eye. "Dumbass bitch nigga," the one at my face insults me with a much deeper voice than the rest.

The one at my back spits on my asshole before rubbing his meat against it. He pushes in to my reluctance, feeling tears well in my eyes and screams held back from my throat. Few get out. I shiver and wriggle to get free but the one at my front hits me good.

He knocks me in the back of the head which causes me to grow completely weak and hazy. I behave. With a harsh pain to my face, he tears the tape off in a second. He presses his powerful black meat t my lips. "Suck." I behave.

Reluctant to suck his dick, I lick his tip and gag. He slaps my face like he'd slap a bitch. My wife. "No," I sound. He slaps my face even harder. Blood at my lip, I open wide to take him in. "No biting, bitch. Fucken open up. Cunt." I do as he says and open as wide as I can for him.

He uses my head as a fleshlight and thrusts against my throat. Gagging, I pull back and choke, vomiting up what little I have. "The fuck…?" He slaps me again before shoving my head back down. "Stop when I tell you, bitch. Bitch ass, stupid ass, faggot ass nigga."

He spits at me and I feel it drip from my cheek to my chin. Being fucked, sucking dick, I look to my wife who is in pure bliss. She's taking two niggerducks in her pussy, one fat chode in the ass, two black meats in either hand, one fucker in her throat. Two bitches slapping at her tits and ass. Her eyes rolled back, bouncing with purpose, loving every minute of it. She succumbed to their beastly cocks. Maybe I should too.

My arms held tightly by the black behind me, I start throwing back and taking his length, even though it hurts. I begin moaning in both pain and pleasure. "Faggot bitch," the one in my throat digs deeper. "That's a good ass faggot." The one behind picks up in speed and rails as fast as he can.

My body keeps trembling, I can't help it. "Pussy bitch finally gave in," the one behind spanks my ass red. "Tight fucken ass-pussy, you like that? You like that, bitch?" I can barely make a noise with my breathing, I can barely manage enough air to survive their blackening.

"M-hm," I whimper. My throat clears up as the nigger crouches to look at me. My sight hazy, breathing thrown off, and tongue hanging loose. "You a man-slut," he laughs. The other laughs too. He smacks me again, bruising my cheek again. "Fucking bitchboy. Fucking whoremeat, give him to the others." I lose all sense of self and am carried away to my wife, about to be fucked together.

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The more I looked around the room, the more expensive it looked to me. Even the paint for the walls must've cost a fortune. I turn to look around the corner and I see piles of weed and bags of powder. It looks like drugs are made here.

In the corner of that kitchen is another little lady caged in a kennel, chained and tied down. And the door next to her is repeatedly being slammed on with faint screaming drowned out by loud and ratchet niggermusic.

I turn in the other direction and another room has hot peppers and money being made. "What's that, bitchboy?" Maurice pulls my face toward him and shoves a finger in my mouth. "Fuck you looking at?" He shoves two digits down my throat, causing me to gag.

"Mind your own business, faggot," another black under my wife calls out. "Bitchboy faggot, wigger-ass bitch. Keep watching your wife get fucked." She's facing upward to the ceiling while I'm bent over and getting hammered.

"Stupid-ah, dumb-ah bitch," Clarence laughs while he rapes my wife's cunt and spits on her face. "Lick that, bitch," he tells me. "Hey, bitch." He pulls out of her so quick his monster of a black niggercock is sent swinging.

"You stupid bitch," he slaps her tits red and she screams. "Fuck up! Shut the fuck up!" He growls at her, spanking her tits, face, neck, and shoulders some more. She keeps making noise.

Clarence grabs her throat and holds it tight. Too tight. She can't breathe and is totally defenceless. He spits on her cheeks again and pulls her up to me. "Lick it, white nigga bitch."

I lean down and lick up his spit from my wife's battered face and she stares at me with a mixture of pleasure and pain, horror and ecstasy. He laughs and pulls her back, releasing her throat. She breathes in deeply as if she'd nearly drowned and coughs all over.

"Stop coughing, gross ass bitch," Maurice scolds her. "Dumbass bitch," Clarence shoves his fingers down her throat and laughs as he takes turns slapping our faces and pushing our heads together.

"A lovely couple," he taunts us, But, I'm thinking, this is something that we've both been wanting.

-Dragon