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The Making And Breaking Of A White Whore
(Jack Norman)

      "Maintain your position and look up at the ceiling.  Raise your chin high, look directly above you."

      Nikki, stripped naked for inspection, numbly obeyed. She could feel her shoulder muscles bunch as her arms were forced back, straining her neck, and feeling her breasts pushed unnaturally high on her rib cage.

      "Very good," the black pimp said.  "You are learning fast.  Now stay like that until I give you permission to move, and listen to me. This is my trade. I know every crease, every fold, every curve of my white whores: birthmarks, scars, blemishes, shape, size... I get to know you all. I shall soon know everything about you, Nikki."

      Nikki shuddered inwardly.  He was right behind her.  His large, surprisingly cold hand reached round to cup her left breast.  Nicola struggled momentarily against him, but she settled and allowed him to hold her closely to his body, his hand under her breast, fingers toying with the yielding flesh.  She was surprised at the hard, almost painful protuberance of her nipple.

      "There's a price to pay for failed adventure, Nikki.  You wanted to see what it's like being a whore.  OK, so you get your wish.  Do you really think I'd pass up a chance like this?  This is what you wanted, anyway, isn't it?  It's the little slut in you, trying to get out.  Well, as from this minute, there's no need to pretend.  This is it, girl, no choice. You are now one of my white whores."

      "No," she said. 

      Sonny reached forward to her vulva, brushing the pubic hair aside, stroking along the slit until he found moisture there, pinching the outer lips until they plumped out, and then probing at the upper juncture, easing back the clitoral hood, and teasing the hardened little bud there.  Nikki gasped and squirmed, grunting in protest, as much as her out-thrust tongue would allow.  Yet, she knew that, despite herself, despite hating her own treacherous body, despite fighting the overwhelming urges that unaccountably stirred within her, she was responding to his touch.  Sonny was incredibly skilled, she realised - demonically so, it seemed to her at that moment - and he elicited instinctive and unstoppable responses from her body in a practised manner that outdid any man who had previously touched her in that way.  He was renowned for it, of course, she thought through the haze that was rising around her consciousness and reasoning.  

      Nikki yelped as Sonny suddenly dug his fingers into her cunt and simultaneously grasped her breast hard, using these defining zones of her womanhood to spin her round to face him.   Then, still holding her by her cunt, his thumb on her pubic bone and fingers pressing forward, he released her breast and reached up to grasp a substantial hank of her long blonde hair.  Without warning, using both his grip on her vagina and the tangle of her hair wrapped around his fist, he began to shake her to and fro, violently, like a rag doll.  She found herself screeching, arms flailing now, stumbling back and forth on her high heels, trying to keep her feet, one hand reaching out in an attempt to steady her while the other grasped vainly at his fist atop her head.  This went on for what seemed almost a minute, although it was probably considerably less.

      "Welcome to my stable, Nikki," Sonny said, finally steadying her and but not releasing his grip.  "This is a very mild taster of my disciplinary methods.  All of my white whores do as they're told, instantly, without question." He shook her again. "Is that clear?"

      Tears suddenly streamed down her cheeks and then heard herself screech as he shook her again.  

      "Is that clear?"   

      "Yes," she yelped.

      "Good," Sonny said, releasing her and sitting on the solitary chair in the room.  "Now, let's do some stocktaking."  

Nicola fucked by Sonny

      Thoroughly chastened, fear overwhelming her anger and resentment, she obediently approached to stand within a foot of his chair when he beckoned her towards him.  Sonny's eyes were now at the level of her pubic thatch.  Remembering his words, she imagined him studying every dimple and pucker, the brown birthmark beneath the fair thatch, the slight chicken-pox scar beneath her left breast.  She stared determinedly above his head.

      "Turn and bend."

      "Please..."

      "Place your hands behind your head again.  Turn sideways on, and bend at the waist." 

      Nicola did as she was told.  She knew that he was assessing the hang of her pendent breasts, which suddenly seemed heavy, like udders, beneath her.   Anger flared in her mind.  And then fear.  Was she really going to find herself working as a whore?  It wasn't possible, surely?  His hand cradled her right breast.  She gasped.

      "Steady, little slut," he said soothingly, as if talking to a fretful horse, as he held the pendent flesh in the palm if his hand.  "Stay, now.  Stay like that."

      She was incredulous at her own placidity, even as she obeyed, allowing his words to calm her.  Sonny's hand, hefting her breast, as if weighing it, was very black against the white flesh that spilled between his splayed fingers.  Then his other hand was on her buttock, stroking, running over the back of her thigh, fingers curling to feel the soft flesh between her legs above the lacy stocking tops.  Nikki squirmed a little against his hands but otherwise maintained her position.  The nipple of the cradled breast was now throbbing, pinched hard within the entrapping, squeezing fingers. 

        Nevertheless, Nikki maintained the position, even when his hands left her... bent at the waist, hands clasped behind her head.  He shuffled the chair back and stood up, moving behind her.  She jerked forward, startled, when he stroked her sex, but remained still as he gently parted the nether lips, probing, feeling the shame-inducing wetness there.  Nikki found herself breathing deeply, resisting the instinctive urge to move on his intimate touch.

      Then he was standing in front of her, one hand on her bowed head while the other slowly, deliberately, lowered the zip of his trousers.  His erect penis was presented inches from Nikki's face.  She gasped.  Nikki had never even seen a cock as big as that before.   "No," she said, clamping her mouth shut and shaking her head.

      Nikki felt her hair grasped again and she received another painful shaking, renewing the pain in her scalp, keeping her bent double.   He dragged her head towards the stiff member, battering her lips against the large, purple glans.  She reluctantly opened her mouth, wide, as widely as she could, until her jaw felt as though it was breaking, and then managed to take the cock head into her mouth.  She heard him exhale loudly.   He still grasped her hair, manipulating her movements, pulling her onto him, making her gag on the hard flesh.  She sank to her knees, and began to apply herself to the task, her head bobbing up and down, and her hands clasping at his buttocks.  Her pace quickened and she could feel his tightening muscles and hear the quickening pace of his breathing.  He pumped his cock back and forth in her mouth, making her gag, filling her completely, and she felt as if her throat was bulging dangerously.  Nikki sensed that he was nearing a climax and she sucked harder at the cock, her hand rolling the sac of his balls, desperate to bring the ordeal to a speedy conclusion.  Suddenly, she felt a hard blow to her head and she reeled way, stunned, falling to her side.

      "Bitch," Sonny laughed.  "Thought you could turn a quick and easy trick, uh?  No way, baby.  Old Sonny is way too experienced to fall for that.  This is going to be a real value for money fuck, believe me.  Get on all fours, Nikki."

      "Please, I?"

      "Get on your hands and knees. Turn round.  Arse raised, tits and head on the floor."  Nikki was made to fold herself tightly, pressing her knees forward until her breasts were compressed against her thighs, the flesh bulging slightly to each side of her body.  She shuddered, knowing the way that her sex was exposed to him.   Then she squealed in surprise as a finger smoothly slid entered her anus, and then another, stretching her, and then a third, causing her to yelp in pain as he stretched her intolerably.  Jud did not desist, however.  She groaned, her cheek rubbing against the pile of the carpet, as she felt him manipulating and contorting his fingers insider her.

      His hand stroked along the sodden inner lips of her cunt. Then, his fingers were extracted from her anus, and she found the hard, impossibly large head of his cock pressing against her sex lips.  For a ludicrous moment, she was grateful that he had not tried to take her anally.  He pushed forward and she spread her thighs to take the monster, the head entering and stretching her before he paused.  His hands her were on her thighs, pulling her back onto him as he thrust violently forward.  She screeched this time, as his huge cock rammed forward, impaling her on a wide stake of flesh.  The force of his fucking drove her forward bodily on carpet, still folded tightly, her toes and fingers digging into the pile.  He was thrust harder into her to the hilt, and she could feel his hairy pelvis grinning against her buttocks, and his balls slapping wildly against her thighs with each thrust.   Her cunt, now stretched and completely filled, had never before been penetrated by anything so huge.  The inner fleshy leaves were tightly wrapped around his cock and they were dragged back and forth with each pistoning thrust.  He rammed into her again and she cried out once more.   She felt his hands gripping her thighs as he began to piston smoothly back and forth, easing her along, his big cock moving rhythmically inside her, not battering but coaxing and cajoling.  She had no choice but to go with him, to be ridden, rocking smoothly, lost now.  The friction and stretching had ceased to induce pain and it had been replaced with rising tide of pleasure, making her lunge forward.  However, Sonny was in charge.  He was taking her, and he dictated the pace.  So she obeyed his body, rolling along with him, sometimes at a canter, sometimes in a wild gallop, but always under his control.  The huge, rampant cock had become her Master, she realised.  Her objective mind tried to take over, tried to deny and suppress her own sensations, but the urge rose like an irresistible tide.  Again she found herself trying to lead him along, grinding her bottom in counter to the smooth rhythm of his thrusts, attempting to speed him forward.   Sonny resisted her demands for a while, giving sufficient time to establish his dominance and mastery.  Then, when he chose the moment, his prick began to pound into her, his pelvis hammering against her as he drove forward.  Nikki was amazed and lost in the feel of his cock as it pistoned back and forth, driving her to a final surge, of hitherto unknown animal lust,  released by her very lack of choice and freedom.   The sound of blood rushed in her ears, her heart pounded, she could vaguely hear her own moans, and the guttural grunts of the man who was riding her.   She was fast approaching a devastating orgasm and knew that the heat was about to thoroughly, completely overwhelm her.  Her feminine soul, she knew at that moment through a red haze, resided in her stretched cunt, ready to grasp and embrace the slamming thrust of the alien massive cock. 

      Then the orgasm exploded within her, flooding over her senses, through her very being, all-engulfing and shattering.  She could not conceal it and her whole body was wracked by minor convulsions as the sheath of her cunt clamped and spasmed tightly about his cock.  He pistoned backwards and forward harder, ever faster, and she heard herself moaning gutturally.  Then, incredibly, as had never happened to her before, she found herself almost screaming ecstatically as the orgasm flooded her senses in a raging maelstrom.  Nikki fucked wildly, her folded body bucking and writhing, writhing back onto him, and even as the multi-coloured flood began to subside she was only vaguely aware of his roar as he climaxed, as he came inside her. 

      Her fucking had been hard run.  Sonny eased off, pumping less fiercely now, even stroking her arched back.  He shuddered and thrust fully into her but she could feel the pressure in her cunt easing as his cock lost its fierce tumescence.  When he withdrew, her sore flesh felt the tension as the now-flaccid member withdrew from her pussy, Nikki slumped forward and lay prone on the floor.  She remained like that for some time, used and utterly spent, only vaguely aware of what was going on in the room.  

      "Yeah, well, you fuck well enough, Nikki. Welcome to your life as a white whore. You'll be fine punanni once you're broken in."

      "No," she said wearily, "You'll never break me in."

      The black pimp smiled and said. "We shall see about that, Nikki."