Is meat how they see the pale, slim bodies of the young girls that come to the islands for their holidays?
White girls there simply to be used to sate their hungry sexual needs and of course, to be used as waitresses in the special members nightclub - the nightclub that holds very different cabarets.
Black men rule in this story and white girls suffer much but then, that is how the big criminal boss Myton thinks it should be and instructs his gang of henchmen to think likewise.
If you enjoy black on white then this story is many times that and many more times enjoyable for it.
EXTRACT
The weeping girl was stretched up on tiptoe, pulled up by the rings in
her nipples and teetering unsteadily in precarious balance as she
tried to ease the dreadful strain on her tender buds. She was naked,
her hands tied together behind her back and being led around the dance
floor by the evil Blackman taunting her. His arm was held high above
his shoulder, pulling on the thin cords attracted to her nipple rings,
leading her around like a little dog and snatching at them cruelly if
she failed to keep pace with him.
The crowd was clapping and stamping their feet, mocking the
captive white slut that would provide the entertainment that night.
The atmosphere was building, the dancing and drinking temporarily
suspended whilst the floor show took place, a heavy sexually charged
atmosphere that ran through every single black person in the crowd.
At the centre of the dance floor the man halted and raised
his arm higher still, stretching the wailing girl’s nipples even
harder and drawing a roar of approval from the baying crowd. Then the
chant began.
“Fuck the white slut - fuck the white slut - fuck the white
slut,” and grew as each man in the crowd joined in, clapping in
delight and in time with the chanting of the others. Finally and only
as the tall Blackman raised his other arm and called for quite id the
chant tail off and finally end to leave the big dancehall silent in
excited anticipation.
Only the sobbed weeping of the captive girl broke the heavy
silence, punctuated by the occasional sharp cry of pain from her as
the man tugged sadistically hard on the cords to tear at the sore and
tender nipples. He squatted and lifted a small wooden flap in the
floor, turning the buried metal ring clock-wise so as to gain easier
access to it. His big fingers threaded the cords through the ring and
then he pulled, drawing the cords through and in turn pulling the
wailing white slut down onto her knees. Still he pulled, drawing the
cords through until the girls, nipples were touching the floor, the
side of her face pressed down on the polished floorboards and her
naked backside stuck up high in the air.
The chanting was louder now, rhythmic and steady, even and
calculated, like a priest’s chant as a sacrifice was led to the altar.
That chant changed to a loud roar of approval as the general lights
dimmed and powerful spotlight beams highlighted the couple in the
centre of the dance floor. It bathed them in a greenish hue of light
as the focal point of the whole nightclub, his dark black skin and her
pale white body as the centre of attraction. Another loud roar went
up, loud cheering and clapping followed as the big black man undid his
shirt and pulled it off to proudly display his sculptured muscular
chest. The applause became louder and noisier still as he dropped his
trousers, stepped out of them and kicked them aside. When he dropped
his underpants though the crowd fell silent, the enormous size of his
stiff cock defying belief and stunning all present. Then the cheering
began again.
The man picked up his crumpled trousers and slipped out his leather
belt, winding one turn around his hand and taking a firm grip on the
buckle end. He raised his arm high above his shoulder and looked
around the crowd seeking confirmation, whipping his audience into a
frenzy of sexually-fuelled thrill and excitement and playing fully his
part as her tormentor.
“Yes!” the crowd roared as one voice.
He swung down hard, leather cracking loudly on white female skin, a
savage blow of full sadistic meaning that stung wickedly hard across
the centre of the kneeling slut’s back.
Her whole body jolted under the slamming impact, air was forced from
her lungs and then the girl went into a series of uncontrollable
shaking convulsions that racked her slight frame. Then the screaming
started, a high-pitched and wailing scream that fully portrayed her
acute and deep suffering, piteous and heartfelt her screamed sobs made
the ears of everyone present crackle with the volume of them.
