White Slave

Author's note: I hope it's obvious but just in case I'm putting this at the beginning; I don't mean to insult or anger anyone with this story, it's purely out of my imagination and is not based on anyone real. Also, it IS an interracial story - hence the category it's in - so if that's not your thing then I would suggest not reading. Thank you.

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Joyce was curled up miserably in the back of the truck. Completely naked, she was clean at least now... the air was hot and stale and she was sequestered with three other completely naked white women. In her mid-thirties she was still in great shape from running every morning and taking care of herself, but this strain was taking its toll on her as well. All four of them were tied and gagged, unable to move or make any sound... all four of them had been sold to various men.

A month ago she had been a normal single woman, living alone in her own apartment and making rent, going out on dates... then had come the terrifying night when she'd been kidnaped, looked over and a week later sold. Then came the traveling... the men told the women that they were in Mexico now, all of them had been sold to men down there. Joyce had seen a picture of the man she was going to, his name was Lawrence and he was a very threatening looking black man. The man showing her the picture had laughed, saying that Lawrence was one of their best customers; his ancestors had been slaves and he liked to buy white women from America for himself and his friends. The white slave trade amused him greatly apparently... still the men told her that he didn't have any weird kinks. She'd be punished for misbehaving of course, but she'd felt much more sorry for one of the younger girls that she'd been sequestered with a few weeks ago. The poor thing had only been 19 years old and she'd been sold to an old Japanese man with a taste for the exotic.

Joyce had found it was useless to fight, instead she conserved her strength, hoping that when she finally got the opportunity to escape she would have the energy and power to do so. So far there didn't seem to be much opportunity though, the men were professionals and had obviously been running this circuit for awhile. Every time she thought she saw a chance they immediately cut it off from her... still, she hadn't given up hope yet, and she wouldn't.

There was no chance for her to escape all the way until they brought her to the mansion of her new owner, Lawrence. Meeting him in person showed her just how large and intimidating a person he really was; and the way his eyes roved over her naked body made her shiver. There was a possessiveness in his gaze, and a promise of retribution... suddenly she wasn't sure that she even wanted to contemplate escape. Something told her that an unsuccessful escape would be a very bad idea. He turned out to be a pro as well; her room had no windows in it, the only door had several locks plus a guard outside of it, and there was nothing in the room that could be used as a weapon.

The first few times that he visited her, just to talk and watch her apparently, he had two men with him - not that he probably needed them. With his powerful physique she doubted that she would be able to overpower him even if she had a weapon and he was barehanded. Still, she had to respect his obvious caution in that he didn't ever come alone, something inside her died on the third day. Somehow, she didn't think she was ever going to be able to get out of here.

It was when she hit this despondence that he came into her presence dressed in a robe, although with his usual two men. Seeing his well-built legs and the way his shoulders filled out the robe, she again remembered just how truly strong he was. Although she had never considered herself to be short or very slender, she felt incredibly small next to him. He just stood and watched as the two men took her over to the bed and put manacles on her wrists and ankles, attaching them to the bed so that her arms were straight above her head and her legs were spread wide. Then they left. It was the first time that she'd ever been alone with her new owner.

Smiling down at her he said, "Time to learn your new place."

"No, please..." she whispered, feeling tears spark at her eyes as she finally realized that this was really happening, "This is rape..."

"It's not rape here," he informed her, sliding the robe off. She started at his naked body, the midnight black skin with the large purplish dick and heavy balls... she had to admit that she did find him incredibly attractive. If they'd met in different circumstances.... he continued, "You're mine. I own you."

Putting his hand to her breast, he crawled onto the bed, in between her legs. Both of them looked at where his dark hand engulfed her pale flesh. Looking up at her he smiled, "You're just my little white slave girl."

And then he was on top of her, kissing her hard. For a moment she tried to resist, but he forced his tongue between her lips and into her mouth, raping her mouth like he would the rest of her body. His hand squeezed her boob and began to toy with the tender nipple there, making her gasp and her lips parted underneath his. A surprising flash of desire ran straight from her nipple to her pussy, shocking her with its intensity... he felt her shudder beneath him and smiled, twisting the tender bud around with his fingers. Joyce couldn't help herself, she moaned as the painful pleasure hit her pussy, her nipple throbbing between his fingers.

As his mouth moved away from hers and to the nipple that he'd been torturing, he also began pinching and twisting her neglected nipple, his mouth sucking on the first one. With wide eyes she watched him on her body, his dark skin looking even more threatening against her paleness, as though he would swallow her up. There was something strangely erotic about it, even as she tried to fight the pleasure that he was sending through her body. A little voice whispered in her head, asking what would be so bad about giving in. Gulping, she tried to ignore it as his mouth moved from one nipple to the other.

Crushing her first breast in his hand, his teeth closed over the nipple, making her cry out and arch in pain... and yet it still just seemed to add to her arousal. Letting go her abused breast he reached down between her legs, and she winced as she felt his fingers sliding around the slippery folds of her pussy. She knew that she was wet, incredibly wet. Lifting his mouth from her breast he smiled at her in triumph.

Lining up his dick with her pussy, he leaned back so that he could watch as his long black snake began to press into the light pink folds of her pussy, ivory thighs on either side of his dark legs. It looked extremely erotic as his dick began to press into her body, an invading shaft of darkness into the pink shell of her arousal. Moving back and forth he watched with a frightening intensity as his dick buried itself into her pussy, opening up her tightness and reaching deep into her body. Joyce closed her eyes, trying to deny the reality of what was happening.

Instead, on the backs of her eyelids, she could picture what it would look like as his dark cock slid into her hole; blackness invading blackness. Moaning, her closed eyes just allowed her to concentrate that much more on the pleasurable stretching of her tight wetness; feeling a man fill her for the first time in a long time. Gasping, she arched her back, bringing her hips up to meet his without even realizing what she was doing.

Once again his lips fell on hers, kissing her roughly as his tongue delved into her mouth, his dick buried in her body. She writhed underneath him, as much as her bonds allowed her to. In a way she almost appreciated her helplessness... she didn't have to feel like she needed to fight back or defend herself, she was forced to just lie there and enjoy what was happening to her. Or not enjoy... but he was a skillful lover and she burned with desire as his groin pressed against her clit, rubbing it insistently.

Thrilling to the feel of him inside her she fucked back, her hips moving and her breasts heaving. She loved the way that they felt, pressed and flattened against his hard chest, every thrust making her feel like he was burying her in the bed. It was one of the best fucks she'd ever had; even though he was totally in control and could have ignored how she felt, he made sure that she was enjoying everything he was doing to her.

Bending his head he bit down on her nipple, sucking and rolling it between his teeth, never ceasing the steady thrusting and grinding against her pussy. Moaning loudly, Joyce thought that she was sinking into sensations, her pussy splayed against his dark body and his dick swelling inside her. As he rapid thrust fired his weapon into her shocked and split pussy, she screamed out her pleasure, feeling his body pressing against her clit. Shaking and clenching she came, not caring that it was really rape or that she had been sold to her man, just luxuriating in the sensations of her body.

As he buried himself into her for the final time, he bit down on the place where her neck and shoulder met, sinking his teeth into her sensitive skin and making her pussy convulse around him. Shuddering, she sighed with pleasure as his body relaxed on top of her... and then stiffened as she remembered where she was.

Smiling he propped himself up onto his elbows, looking down at her fearful face, "I think I may keep you awhile," he kissed her, "You're much more passionate than many women who come here. In fact, I think you rather enjoyed that." He grinned as tears sparked in her eyes and walked out, signaling to the guards who came in and undid her bonds.

Confused she curled up on the bed, her eyes wide and dry... she didn't know what was worse; the feeling that she might not ever get out of here, or the growing idea that she wasn't sure if she wanted to.