Tracking Evil, a Podcast Pt. 13b

Denisa shrieked at the sensation of six inches of his shaft taking her in one fell swoop. Her high-pitched scream disappeared into the storm outside the walls of the cabin, swallowed up by wind and rain.

Ffhump-ffhump-ffhump he began fucking her, each thrust as strong as the one before, each stretching her a little further, battering in a little deeper, hurting her a little less as she was resized on his big black cock.

'He's stronger, taller, faster, heavier. I have little chance here' Denisa thought as he fucked her with all the traits of a bull rutting in a field. 'I have to pick my moment; I have to be on guard... I have to cum!'

"Arrrggghh, cumming!" Denisa felt the words ripping from her throat, want to take them back, begrudging him the satisfaction of her pleasure. She couldn't have hidden it though, even had she remained silent, her pussy's reaction to his fucking was all the evidence he needed.

"Yeah, that's right, cumming on the convict's cock, who's the bitch now?" Lucas didn't let up, punishing Denisa's pussy, sweet wet white fleshed retribution for tasering him earlier in the day.

"Ungh," Denisa groaned.

"Cumming fast like a little cunt whore. Got the taste for black now. No more white dick, just black cock squitin' in this belly I'm thinkin'. That sound 'bout right to you whore?"

"Ggahhh," her only response, barely able to draw breath between the slamming thrusts of this giant man.

"Just a little white bitch without her toys. Not even real police, just a baby slut playing dress up. What's the matter bitch, Daddy never bought you a doll?" He pounded heavy, Denisa straining under his weight, his sheer might.

"Bitch, you wanna play dress up, just where that little outfit you had on down where I grew up. You'll be on yer back and three holes stuffed with black cock sooner than you can say 'black owned bitch'. Think you'd like that too, that right? Like that idea little Euro bitch?"

"Ngghah," she slurred, a second orgasm threatening.

Lucas slowed down to a crawl, he pushed a hand beneath the pillow on the bed, removing the key to the handcuffs. Her means to escape right beside her the whole time.

"Figure you aint gonna be a problem now, now you worked out that takin' the big black D is the best option out there," Lucas said, freeing Denisa's hand. He rolled with her pussy still crammed full of cock, turning so that Denisa now sat above him.

"Fuck that black cock, fuck it like the slut you are," he said with utter contempt.

Denisa began riding him, her small white hands resting on his big powerful black chest. She threw herself up and down on his hardness, maniacally humping herself back towards that second orgasm.

He folded his hands behind his head, watching as she did it all. Her dainty body, strong in its own right, looked pocket-sized as it rode his seven-foot frame. When she came on his cock for the second time, Denisa moaned, leaning back, her fingers grasping and fondling her own tits as the reverberations spread out in cyclical waves, rocking her gently on his black cock as she rode them out, a whisper of drool leaking from the corner of her mouth, bubbling as she sighed with the release.

"Let's take it home bitch, I got a car coming at some point," Lucas chuckled. He poked at Denisa; her body almost limp as it sat impaled on his cock. "You know what, let's make this romantic."

Lucas pushed her aside, standing up before scooping her beneath his arm. He carried her over beside the fire she'd lit, setting her down on a rug before it.

"Yeah, there ya go bitch. I'm a regular prince, tell me this aint romance. Fire, rug, fat foot of black cock making you into a total slut. Fuckin' fairytale time." He got down on his knees, dragging Denisa onto all fours. "Yeah, you'll never forget tonight bitch, the night you got black bred by firelight."

He pushed back into her, grinning at how her pussy sealed itself around his cock, her lips distorting as he began to pump her pussy once more. Five hard pumps in and Denisa's limbs gave way, her body sinking onto the rug, legs outstretched behind her, arms skewed to either side, her face pressed cheek first onto the rug. Her eyes were open but staring, her lips parted slightly as she panted like a dog on a summer's day.

"Aint a problem, Lucas just get his workout done early," the man fucking her said. He reset himself, palm on the floor, legs stretched out, in position to do press ups. He started, sinking down and pushing forward, balls deep into her, drawing back up then, only to repeat it. Over and over. He was like a machine, steel springs for muscles, a steel piston for a cock. Driving in an out of her like an automaton, unfeeling, working to an end, heedless of the means.

"Ohh, getting' close now little bitch, gettin' close to seedin' you. You be sure, tell me if it's a boy or a girl next time we meet, yeah?"

"Hrrrgggh, ugggghh," Denisa moaned, her teeth gnawing at the fake fur rug as she closed on a third climax.

"Yeah, yeah, here it come, here it come, Euro sluts gonna be a mama, gonna have a black baby suckin' those little titties in nine fuckin' months... oh, oh shit, shit yeah, uhhh, uhhhh, take it bitch, take ma nut."

"Hnnnnngg, uh, uh, uh," Denisa's fingers flayed open, her hands like spread talon's, her legs locking out straight, body going rigid at the sensation of Lucas cumming deep inside her, her pussy drawing on his cock, milking it dry, nature at work.

Eventually he straightened up, watching as a snot of his cum escaped the tightness of her pristine, cock crushed pussy.

Denisa was mumbling, incoherent, still face down on the rug.

"What's that you say bitch? You lookin' for round two already?"

Denisa moaned, speaking again, mouth against the rug.

He came closer still. "Speak up cunt, I can't hear you."

Her right leg curled and straightened out, viper fast, Denisa's boot heel crashing against his recently emptied testicles. A scream tore from Lucas's throat, every bit as shrill and high pitched as Denisa had made when he took her so forcibly. He keeled over, hands clutching at his battered nutsack.

Stiffly, Denisa got to her feet, knee high 'shit kickers' clumping as she walked the two paces to stand above him.

"You know. In America, I can get a pill to fix the sperm you shot into me. It's amazing, yes? Tell me, do they sell anything to fix crushed testes?"

"C-cunt," Lucas stuttered through the pain.

"You know what - bitch? You use that mouth too much. Let's fix that for a while, yes?" Denisa swung a bone crushing kick to his jaw, steel toed boot splintering his jaw as it connected. Mercifully, now oblivious to the pain in his crotch, Lucas slumped into unconsciousness.

She looked down at him. One problem, how was she going to get his big black ass into a rental car in the morning? Denisa looked back at the bed, her torn clothes lying on top of it. Two problems, how would she do it naked?

"Nu din nou... not again," she muttered. She would need to call Sondra for help, she couldn't call her father. The black woman was going to dine off this for months and it would be a second favour Denisa now owed her.

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"Hey wasn't that Denisa's SUV... umm never mind," Sondra said as Arlene sped down the road, heedless of the sheets of rain crashing against the windscreen almost faster than the wipers could clear it.

Arlene glanced into the rear-view mirror at their hooded prisoner.

"You're gonna be talking when we get back," she said, a promise, an oath.

"No, no I won't," he answered from beneath the hood.

"Oh, you'll talk," Sondra said.

"I've ordered a hundred torture sessions to be done, I've carried out a hundred more. Believe me, I have seen it all," he replied.

"Seeing isn't the same as receiving," Arlene retorted.

"Torture me, till I talk. Then you'll kill me, never knowing if I spoke the truth or not. That's not the best way, never the best way" he said, his voice calm despite the subject of his own pain being spoken of.

"So, what, we let you go and as thanks you tell us everything we want, forgive and forget? Bullshit" Sondra said with a snort of derision.

"Negotiation," he replied.

"I won't negotiate with someone like you," Arlene said, hands gripping the wheel tightly.

"Nor I with you. The cop who kills or the black woman who seeks revenge. No, I won't deal with either of you."

"Then what? You want us to get in an impartial third party. Maybe a high-ranking member of the church or a former congressman to mediate the discussion? Jesus but you're a freak," Sondra snorted contemptuously once again.

"Erica Anderson. You want my cooperation. Then it's to Erica Anderson and her alone that I will deal."

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Saul sent her for a shower and Erica emerged refreshed in body, confused in mind. She had a towel wrapped about her, her clothes hanging out to dry after Saul had rinsed them off. Then she'd been given tea and honey, sipping it while she sat, knees tucked in to her chest in his kitchen.

"Tell me again," she said, her mind still processing it all.

"I don't know how it works, it's not a science," he said patiently, "I know with hogs and I know with women... not that there is any correlation between the two, that's just how it is, inside me, I guess. All I know is, I can tell when a woman is most likely ready. I know when a woman is in that state and she is... what? A match... yeah, a match for me, then if I go to breed her, eight, mebbe nine times out of ten, it works."

"And you think...?"

"Yeah, I think If I take you upstairs, I'll end up knocking you up. Getting you pregnant. In the family way. Swell your belly. Seed your womb. Breed you black. Doesn't matter how you say it, it is what it is."

Erica chewed on that, it was a big thing. Huge. Life changing.

Saul got to his feet and walked over to her. He tapped a finger gently on her forehead. "This, has to be aligned with this..." His hand settled palm down on her belly again, Erica feeling the warmth through the towel. "If it isn't, it won't work."

All those encounters she had been in. So many men, so many black men. How many times had a black cock exploded its seed inside her? The sensation of bare flesh entering her, the thrill, the climax that so often followed the sensation of a cock nutting in to her womb. At first it had been necessity, after it had usually been by choice. Modern chemistry providing her a near hundred percent proof method of remaining unburdened by pregnancy. It was stupid, even thinking of getting pregnant with so much danger about her, utterly, utterly stupid.

But what if was also a way out? A way of escape from this life that seemed bent on destroying her? If she fell pregnant, she could walk away, no one would judge her. Arlene would insist on it. There would be no shame, no guilt. Her friends, the finest in the world, they could continue a fight she was no longer capable of waging. She had given so much, been hurt so deeply.

New York had been the breaking point. It was as Special Agent Murphy had warned. The dangers of being undercover, the isolation, the paranoia, the strain. Her mental well-being pushed to its limits. The came the porn shoot, the physical strain, the subjugation and humiliation. Even when she had summoned help it had been late arriving. Her silent pleas for deliverance going unanswered as she begged for it all to end. When her friends had arrived, the relief hadn't been as great as her desire for them to have been later still, her body crying out for one more black cock, one more earth-shattering orgasm. It had shamed her. She hadn't been undercover at that point, hadn't been masquerading as an addict down on her luck. She had been an addict, desperate for a fix of dominant black cock.

Now, the sensation of his hand on her, his towering black body standing over her, impressive as fuck for a man in his sixties. His kind eyes and the memories of Amos that his face induced within her, they tipped the scales, because deep down she needed this, her body craved it, her torn and thrashed soul ached for it.

"Take me upstairs," Erica said, setting her empty mug aside.

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"Comfortable?" Saul asked solicitously.

"I guess," Erica answered.

He had just finished 'preparing' her. Erica lay on her back on the bed, her knees had been pushed right back on either side of her body. A soft leather strap wrapped around her leg above her knee, it went under her back to the far side and was fastened to her other leg, keeping them both pushed right back.

Her arms had been bound to her legs; each wrist tied to an ankle with the same soft leather strap arrangement. A final strap ran from one ankle to the other, the strap passing behind her head. This has the effect of keeping her head raised up so she could see what was happening.

"Last thing, you need a safe word. It aint unheard of, woman changing her mind on something", he grinned, no offence meant or taken, "So tell me a word that means stop, don't knock me up. Pick something you won't say by accident."

"Graffiti," Erica said without needing to think.

"That'll do," Saul said.

He started stripping then, standing right in front of her as she was immobilized on the bed. His top came off and Erica knew that the genes he was looking to pass onto her were of the finest stock. His body was chiselled from basalt, hard volcanic rock. Powerful muscles that shifted and moved beneath his flesh like a corn rippling in the wind. It wasn't a body builder type of musculature, it was just hard work, good living and God's blessing.

Her mouth watered at the sight of his beautiful body.

Saul pulled his pants down, stepping free of them and his cock swung left to right like a weighted pendulum. There was no doubt as to why he was known as Big Saul, it wasn't his height or at least not only. A heart stopping, gorgeous thirteen inches of manhood. Not ugly or deformed like the porn actors had been. Massive but sleek and powerful, thick enough to make her eyes water but not so thick as to tear or damage. Her pussy moistened at the sight of his beautiful black cock.

Hard, he looked down at Erica's body and gave a low whistle.

"If you aren't the sexiest thing I ever seen bound and aching for this cock... God damn but sometimes it's a genuine joy to be alive."

He got on his knees, slipping a finger into her pussy, moving it slowly within her, exploring her tightness like a mountain climber testing for hand holds, learning the route he will take for his assault. Erica shivered as he began licking her clit, sliding a second finger inside her. She was ready, more than ready, he wasn't doing this to fit in easier, he was doing this for her. Erica's nipples throbbed, wanting to feel Saul's touch on them even as her clit throbbed beneath his tongue.

'Breathe, breathe' Erica told herself as his fingers sank deep inside, his soft lips gumming at the juices from her.

"Ohhhh, ohhhh, shit, shit that's... that's so good," she moaned.

Saul got up, Erica was wide open, her beautifully formed pussy spread, inviting, a siren call to any black cock. His huge black cock rubbed across it, the head playing her lips wide but not entering her proper, just skimming over the surface.

"Put it... put it in... I need it, oh, put it in!" Erica panted hornily.

He slapped the thirteen inches onto her belly, the head so far up her body it was frightening. Frighteningly attractive.

"This, you want this? You sure? If you're not sure, just say Graffiti and it's all good."

"No, no. I want it."

"You want Graffiti, you want to say it?" Saul went back to the entrance to her pussy, smearing his thick black cockhead against her, tormenting her. Her lips were spread about his mushroom dome, it seemed almost as if they wished to close on his dick, pull it inside.

"No, not going to say it. I know what I want. Not that, never saying that," Erica was totally immobilized, she couldn't even rock herself forward although it wasn't from lack of trying.

"So say it, say it and take it."

"I want your black cock, want it inside me. No condom. Arrgghhhh... your cock, its driving me fucking crazy... ah, ah. Cum inside me, cream pie me, breed me... fucking breed me!"

He fed her an inch. A morsel, just an appetizer when she craved a steak dinner with sides and desert. Saul fed her the inch, his cock twisting, distorting the entrance to Erica's tightness, big enough to cause it to spread around the thick shaft.

"That's... oh, that's not enough, more, more," she moaned in a breathless manner.

"You'll get more, soon enough, all you can want," Saul said. "I got to admit something. I love this, love having me a good girl like you. Sweet, honest. Good girl who likes dark things. Love knowing I'm gonna be your baby Daddy. You love that too?"

"Uhh, yes, I love that too," Erica said, groaning in relief as a second thick black inch of cock pushed inside her. Again, Saul just left it in, statue still, just spreading her open further inside.

"Nine months from now, the worlds gonna know you love black cock. You ready for that?"

"Yes, uh, I'm ready, so ready, don't care who knows."

Saul pressed a third inch within her, flexing so it shifted back and forth and Erica came from that alone, shivering against her bonds as her body relished his dominating control, hating the interrogation for denying her cock, loved the interrogation for making her submit.

"It's a big deal, becoming a mommy. You still in college like you said to Randall. Can ruin your life. Maybe just say graffiti, quit now while you are ahead."

"No, uh, it's my life. Fuck me, fuck me please." Erica earned herself another inch of soul corrupting black cock, whining as that fourth inch, brought the thickening part of his cock to the edge of her pussy, her body registering the minutely wider strain as it spread her open more.

"Even if it's an old black man breeding you? You still want that, still ready it, all for a hard fucking and a black baby growing in you?

"I, uh, uh, I love that it's you knocking me up, I love uhhhh, fuck, love being controlled by older black guy, love it, need it, oh fuck I need it so bad, give it to me, be my baby's Daddy" Erica whined in desperate need but she got relief, a fifth inch and a dozen slow pumps of his cock.

"Last question, last task. Last hurdle so I know you will keep and raise this baby once I breed you. Ready?" Erica nodded frantically, looking up adoringly at this ebony Adonis who was pushing every button she owned.

From beneath the bed sheet, he pulled her cell phone out. Powered back up, the screen shining brightly. Erica didn't care about the icons that showed missed calls and messages. It was the name displayed on the screen that trapped her breath in her throat, her heart skipping a beat.

'Dad - 804-555-1234'

Her father's number.

"Now in ten seconds I'm going to call him. He answers, then you are going to tell him you met a black guy and you are planning on having his baby. Say that the man impregnating you is older than he is. If you can do that, then I know you are serious. This aint about dominance, aint about play. This is real. Under pressure, with actual stakes at risk. I want to know you're gonna come through for this baby we're gonna make. Now, five seconds. If you want out, then say Graffiti at any point, I hang up and we forget this happened. Three... two... one."

Saul hit the call button and Erica's mind freaked out. Maybe her father wouldn't answer, he might be busy, asleep, in an area with no coverage... no. No chance, he always answered her calls.

"Hi Sweetie," her dad's voice came through clearly even with the phone on speaker.

"Hey Dad."

"Lovely to get a call, I wasn't expecting you to ring for a couple more days, missing you, I know you hate to hear it but I just have to say it."