Turn the Page: Pt. 04

"Oh, wow" Terri said softly and without the cheerful enthusiasm of a few moments ago.

Fagin turned slightly and flicked a switch on the wall, light bulbs flickered into life above them.

"And if I am Fagin" he continued "Then this would be my trusty young gang led by the Artful Dodger".

As he spoke, four young black men stepped into view from the other side of the room, the earlier darkness hiding them. The tallest of them Terri recognised as the man who had been playing chess with Fagin on Friday. They ranged from eighteen to maybe twenty in ages, heavy and slim, short, and tall. But they were all black and they all had large malicious grins on their faces.

"Oh. Shit." Terri whispered.

Chapter 3:

Terri remained perfectly still in the chair. She knew screaming or running were nonstarters so like many prey animals she opted to freeze and hope the danger would pass.

Fagin began speaking again so she focused on him.

"I spotted you running that first day. Body like that, how could I not? Then you were watching me, two days straight." He paused to draw again on his cigarette.

"I thought maybe you were a reporter or something, so I had Dodger here follow you." Terri looked shocked that this dangerous looking young man had followed her home and she had never even noticed.

"Anyway, once we knew where you lived, we got your name and we knew you weren't looking to write a crime expose or something. So, it was all good." She felt some of the tightness leave her shoulders as he said the last part.

He continued talking.

"Then you roll up to me on Friday wearing that QOS charm and I knew what you were really about. Actually, lets get a proper look at that."

He stood up and walked to her. His large hands gripped the hem of her hoodie and pulled it up over her head. The tank top was dragged up along with it. Terri found herself sitting now in just her sweatpants and sports bra, the cool leather padding of the chair pressed against the skin of her back as she shrank back into the chair.

Fagin lifted the charm with his index finger, he smiled coldly at Terri.

"Don't get coy on me now, not when you are showing this off to the world."

The others walked around her chair in a slow silent procession, each checking out the symbol on her navel piercing along with her tight toned upper body.

Fagin returned to his seat.

"Anyway, Dodger here, he is many things and one of them is curious. So, after he saw you wearing that he headed back to your place while you were still playing chess and hanging around the beach. Had a good look round, even read some stuff on your laptop. Think you called it your diary, right?

Terri nodded, struck dumb. Of course, the unlocked door she remembered.

"Fucking porn if you ask me" Dodger spoke for the first time. Fagin waved his hand reassuringly towards him and continued talking.

"Dodger here, he's curious like I said and that can be good and bad. But I teach my boys to play chess, to plan, to think ahead. Dodger here is a good pupil. So, he isn't just curious, he is innovative and intelligent as well."

From the corner of her eye Terri could see Dodger looking on with a smug expression from Fagin's compliments.

Fagin drew on his cigarette, halfway through it now. He looked up at Dodger and said, "Let's have those sweatpants off as well."

Dodger wasted no time, he hooked his fingers over the waist of Terri's pants drawing them down, one of his friends stepping forward to lift Terri up enough to allow the pants and her running shorts to be pulled clear. Dodger then went on one knee, taking her sneakers and socks off as well. She was now down to her thin white panties and sports bra. The basement was cold and combined with the icy fear she was trembling. Her nipples had hardened with the lower temperature, and possibly the sensation of being stripped by these men. The newly pierced teats were now pressing visibly against her bra.

One of the young men crooned in appreciation at the sight of her, a lowly murmured "Fuck yeah" echoed in the basement. Terri's right hand moved instinctively to the long fringe of her blonde pixie hair, pulling it over her eyes in a defensive gesture. She raised her legs to tuck them under herself, trying to sink further into the chair. Dodger's hands clasped onto her ankles however, bringing her feet back down to hang just above the floor, one of the others crooked a finger to draw back her fringe so they had an unfettered view of her beautiful face.

"As I was saying" Fagin spoke, the young men automatically drew back from Terri, their respect for him evident.

"As I was saying" he repeated, "Dodger here thinks ahead. He had a good look through that apartment before you got home. Found these, what were they called again?"

"Camila, Boss", Dodger supplied.

"Oh god, my birth control" Terri gasped.

"That's right, careless of you taking them out of the packet like that, just keeping them in a jar instead. Easy to lose track that way. Even easier to have those little white pills replaced." On cue the five men laughed out loud.

"Now if I did my math correctly, this is your third day off them. My my my, well at least it's something new for you to write about." Fagin's dead smile had reappeared.

He stood up from the stool and stretched. Looking at the four younger men he said "Warm her up but remember what I told you. I'll be back in a bit, need a piss and need to check on that dog."

Terri listened as Fagin's footsteps marked his progress back up the stairs, until the door to the living room closed eliminating the sound of them. The basement itself was silent. Well almost silent, the deep breathing of four healthy young men, all clearly aroused echoed softly against the concrete walls. Terri's own sharper nervous breathing was in strict contrast to them. Nobody moved, nobody spoke.

Dodger was the only one of the four men facing Terri, he seemed transfixed by something, an unblinking stare levelled at her. A slow smile worked its way across his face, growing wider till his teeth were bared, "She's wet already" he said in triumph.

Terri found she couldn't help but look down at herself. Sure enough, the bulb directly above her chair illuminating her clearly, her cotton panties marked by a growing wet patch.

They moved finally beginning to peel off their own clothes. Terri could hear the soft sounds of clothing landing on the floor, belt buckles opening, zips being pulled down. She knew there was no way out of this, these men, these strangers, these criminals, were about to fuck her, and now she hadn't even the slim comfort of knowing that her birth control was in place.

Dodger was the first to finish. He advanced towards her, his hardening black cock bobbing in front of him. Terri was becoming used to judging size now, he was over 8 inches in length she calculated with a heavy set of testicles too by the look of them. Her mouth filled with saliva as she admired his lean hard body.

To her left side, the heaviest member of the group, Chubby really, had also finished stripping. He was stroking a cock that seemed to be 7 inches long but with a thickness to match his own body's girth. On her right appeared the third man, his chest was covered in tattoo's, a myriad of smaller images and words that flowed around a large tattoo of the eye of Horus in the centre of his chest. His endowment caused Terri to gasp as he lifted it up for her to see. It was the same size as Dodger's, but he had rows of barbell piercings beneath his shaft running about a third of its length.

The last man was the shortest of the group, he now stood at Dodger's side. He was probably the youngest of the group and seemed the most anxious to get at Terri, one hand already furiously stroking his 7 inches to hardness. He advanced towards her only to stop as Dodger placed a hand on his shoulder.

Dodger moved to take Terri's underwear off, her sports bra came off easily, her still healing nipples were puffy and swollen from her arousal. Her panties came off with an audible squelching sound that caused Terri to wince in embarrassment at how wet she had become so quickly.

Dodger let Shorty move in, the young man dropped to his knees and buried his face into Terri's pussy. The reason behind the elevated chair legs was now obvious to Terri as the young black man set to eating her with a craving intensity to devour her. Chubby moved to her side, she spat into the palm of her hand for lubrication and took over from him, stroking his heavy thick black cock. She found that her small hand couldn't wrap around it fully, but she worked it as best she could.

As Horus stepped closer Terri moaned aloud "Oh God, not again, not all at once again."

"I knew what I read on your laptop was the real deal" Dodger laughed.

Horus flicked a finger across the barbell piercings in her right nipple, there was a little pain but a lot of pleasure from that simple action. He seemed to have some sympathy for her new adornments, maybe from the experience of his own, so he kept his next touches to her tits smoother, less rough. In gratitude, Terri turned her face towards him, sinking lower in the chair so that he could feed his cock into her mouth, she lowered her head, swallowing the first four inches, her bottom lips brushing against the first row of piercings.

Terri felt her hunger stirring, her hunger for black cock. She intensified her sucking on the cock splitting her face, her left hand now jacking the cock it gripped, the gentle stroking gone along with her reluctance.

Breaking free to heave in some needed deep breaths she exclaimed "Fuck me, fuck me now!"

Dodger laughed again.

"Well, you know if you want us to fuck you, then we got to get some protection. You know, what with your birth control not working and all. Want us to stop, go get some condoms?"

"No please, please don't stop!" Terri moaned, now jerking a cock in each hand while Shorty continued to consume her sodden pussy with his mouth, aiding his efforts with two fingers now.

"But what about the risk?" Dodger said, a malevolent tone tinging his question.

"Don't care, don't care, can't stop now" she babbled as a small orgasm streaked through her.

The four men switched positions occasionally, three of them against her with one looking on. Terri was finding it hard to concentrate, to split her focus three ways. Giving a blow job, a hand job and having her pussy eaten or fingered, depending on who was between her legs at the time. It was at least twenty minutes now since they had stripped her, and still they had not fucked her. Occupied as she was, overwhelmed with pleasure as she was, she still had enough presence of mind to know she needed a black cock inside her soon.

Dodger was now to her left, Chubby to her right, both men having their cocks jerked by her. Horus was standing behind the chair, his arm wrapped round it to fasten his strong fingers to her throat, choking and releasing to add to her pleasure. Shorty was back between her legs, his appetite for the taste of Terri's pussy undiminished.

As Horus released her throat she managed to gasp out "Why wont you fuck me? Oh god! Oh god please fuck me!"

"Because my boys do as I tell them" came Fagin's voice from the doorway.

Chapter 4:

Fagin strode into the room, the four other men moving swiftly away from Terri, expressions reminiscent of children caught stealing apples on their faces.

"Good, nicely warmed up" Fagin commented. "You boys head on upstairs for a break, I left some stuff in the kitchen for you to eat."

Shorty barked, "Don't need no break" and then Dodger was in his face, an iron hard finger prodding him in the chest. "Get upstairs now" he yelled in Shorty's face, violence clearly only moments away from Terri's perspective. Shorty must have agreed with Terri's assessment as he flew up the stairs.

Dodger looked at Fagin apologetically and politely asked "Can we watch on the monitor?"

Fagin grinned, for once actual emotion reaching his eyes. "Good lad, of course you can."

As the remaining three moved away Fagin called after Dodger "What was the name she used again?"

"Baby Girl" came the reply.

Fagin turned to Terri who was still in the chair, the seat now soaked from her pussy's wetness, her short blonde hair matted with sweat. The sound of the upstairs door closing seemed to be a signal for him. He pulled off his top, as Terri had guessed he was still in incredible shape for a man of his years. His pants and boxers followed, and Terri couldn't help but lick her lips in anticipation. 'Bull' she had christened him earlier and she had been so right. He had a massive cock, twelve inches long, thick, a large pendulous ball sack hanging down behind. His body was shorn of hair, if it hadn't been for his grey white beard, she might have placed him ten years younger than he truly was.

His cock was hard, steel like in its rigidity. "Maybe your medication wont work but mine works fine" he said clutching it in his hand, waving it slightly, enjoying how Terri's eyes tracked its movement. He helped her out of the chair and led her to the mattresses.

"Have a rest while I prepare" he said as Terri gratefully lay down and stretched out on her side.

On one of the walls Terri could see a small colour security monitor. Fagin turned it on using a remote, he cycled through channels, the brief images showing Terri the outside of the house, living room, kitchen filled with the young black men all now shovelling food into themselves, a warehouse filled with boxes, another image outside the house of the back yard, then she could see herself on the mattress, the next image was of the chair she had just been in. Finally, he stopped, a low padded table on the screen. As Terri looked closer it appeared to be too narrow to be a table.

Fagin returned to her, he stood above her, Terri reached up to feel his heavy balls. They seemed to be almost swollen given their size and weight.

As he contemplated her in return he began talking. "My wife died almost two years ago. Cancer. She knew what I did, smart lady, but she knew I was careful too. I never got caught and I provided her with a good home and a good life."

Terri didn't know if he expected an answer and she simply couldn't think of what to say to a man admitting to being a criminal while mourning his wife, all the while naked and erect. She remained quiet as he continued.

"She had one regret, never could have children. I managed to keep one thing secret from her too thank god." Fagin took hold of the hand Terri was fondling him with and hoisted her to her feet. He led her away from the mattresses to the low table on the screen. Looking up Terri could again see herself, a small beautiful young white woman, being led along by a sixty-year-old naked black man.

Fagin put her on her knees. Now close up, she saw the table was in fact a bench. She was positioned by Fagin until her body was against the bench as she kneeled before it. At least she wasn't kneeling on the hard floor, the bench had a generously padded mat in front of it. Fagin drew two leather manacles from the far side of the bench, apparently chained to the wood itself. He attached these to her wrists before moving behind her out of sight. That didn't matter though as she could see him clearly behind her on the large monitor.

"The secret I kept from her over thirty years of marriage was that while she was never able to give me children, I must have knocked up a hundred white sluts like you over that time." He got down to his knees behind her, pulling her knees slightly further apart with his strong dark hands.

"Okay then Baby Girl, lets see if you will by number one hundred and one."

Terri gasped both from his words and from the feeling of the head of his thick black cock pushing inside her. She moaned; her pleasure increased by the sight of herself being taken by him. It was like when Dontrell had fucked her in front of a mirror or when the motel clerk had looked on as Leroy had used her body. But this was better. Much better!

Fagin pushed a bit deeper inside, maybe three inches of his cock sinking into her pussy. It struggled to loosen enough to accept his girth.

"Built for black cock, your pussy is fucking sweet" Fagin rasped as he pushed another inch into her.

"Gonna have you taking me all before you leave this basement, hear me?"

"Uh uh yeah, yes I hear you" Terri panted as Fagin went six inches deep, drew back and pushed to seven.

He seemed content at seven inches inside her for the moment and he started to fuck her then, withdrawing and pushing in at a regular pace. Terri could see her full tits moving from his trusts, the nipple piercings catching the light occasionally, shining in the image on the screen.

"You like being called Baby Girl don't you, like it more than slut I think."

"Ye, yes, love being a Baby girl, uh uh, good, good, yes"

"Well, a good Baby Girl does what's she's told doesn't she?" Fagin hissed at Terri, a hand slapping her ass cheek for emphasis.

"I'm good, uh, I'm good" Terri moaned.

"Tell me you want to get pregnant, tell me you want to leave this room carrying my baby" Fagin ordered.

"I'm married, uh, uh"

"Say it Baby Girl, say the words. The boys are upstairs watching. They want you to say it. Why don't you just give in, earn that spade hanging from your belly. You want a black baby in that belly, right?"

Terri broke.

"Uh uh uh, fuck, fuck. So hot. Fuck. Yes, gimme a baby, fuck me, uh oh ohh ohhh, cum in me, yes, yes, knock me up."

"That's it Baby girl. You keep talking and I'll keep fucking" Fagin said, picking up the pace slightly, still maintaining about seven inches inside her.

She felt a big orgasm building. The earlier attention from Dodger and friends had turned her on so much but this, this was what she loved the most. Being made to submit to an older black Dom. This is what she lived for now.

"Fuck me, fuck me, want Black Grandpa to fuck me. Want you to give me all of it, all that cock. Want you...uh uhh, want you so bad. Harder, harder, please deeper. Uh arrrggh, want Black Grandpa to knock me up, want to be bred so bad!!!"

The padded bench creaked as Terri was pushed hard against it, Fagin now fucking deep and hard with punishing long thrusts slamming into her. Her head sank down, rocking back and forth as her fucked her brutally. A small thread of saliva escaped from her open mouth, threading down from her lower lip. Her face vacant as thought and words slipped from her mind, her body's nucleus now was her overstuffed pussy, all her brain activity centred on it and the pleasure it was receiving.

Terri's reverie was broken as Fagin grabbed her by the hair, pulling hard to raise her torso up off the bench. She got her hands underneath her, grabbing the edge of the bench, straightening her arms to take the pressure off her hair. The wanton blonde woman in the monitor drew her eye. Terri could hardly believe the wicked expression on her own face. But there it was, she could see now the slut inside her, the cheating harlot, the addict. The addict for black cock!

"Uh uh yes, yes, love Black Grandpa fucking me like a slut. Breed your slut. Yes, uh, uh, give me a baby, give me your black baby!"

Fagin accepted the challenge. Terri's plea, like a prayer at his altar of sex, seemed to conjure up his own orgasm. With a pitiless look on his face, he gripped her body steady, one hand on her right breast, inadvertently turning a nipple piercing. His hard shout as he came was met by Terri's yowl. Part pleasure as the old black bull came inside her and part pain from her half-healed nipple.

He released her, letting Terri sink onto the bench. Fagin reached over Terri, freeing one of her hands. As he pulled his cock from her reddened pussy, he slid her hand beneath her, plugging her semen filled orifice with her own fingers.