Katy knew her only real option was to get some help, so she walked up to the small shanty and knocked on the door. She heard movement inside, like someone pulling themselves up from a deep sleep, and she tried to cover herself as she heard heavy footsteps come toward the door.
The door swung open to reveal a tall, muscular black man. He was probably in his early forties, but still virile and toned from his long hours breaking up old cars. His eyes widened as he saw Katy standing there, her attempts at shielding her breasts and vagina doing very little to hide anything.
"Well damn me," the man said. "I must still be sleeping. Ain't every day I get me a naked white girl knockin' on my door."
Katy tried to smile and act friendly. "Hi, my name is Katy and my parents live over in Hampton Oaks. Can you help me get home?"
THe man smiled, but there was something malicious behind it. "Well how you do. I'm Cleophus, and I run this place. I'll help you alright."
Cleophus held the door open as Katy passed by him into the building. She knew it was dangerous, but what choice did she have?
Her eyes adjusted to the near-darkness in the shack. It was one room, in front was an ancient desk piled high with a mess of papers and files that had obviously not been looked at in a long time. A curtain hung across the room, and through an opening Katy could see a grungy mattress with disheveled sheets on it, with a small pile of dirty clothes ina corner. Hangars hung empty in a small closet.
No sooner had she stepped inside than she heard the lock on the door click behind her. She turned just in time to see a flash of Cleophus' angry white eyes as his fist bashed into the side of her face.
"Awright cunt, I help you now," he said, hitting her again. "I help you find out what it means to be my bitch."
Katy clutched the collar tightly as he continued to slap her around. He piscked her up and carried her under his arm as though she weighed nothing, and threw her on the bed in the back room.
"You white folk from Hampton Oaks got all your money and big cars and shit. You think you so much better. I'll show you how good you are."
He pulled off his pants and shirt, and she could see his tight muscles gleaming in the faint light. His cock hung semi-rect, and was at least 10 inches long already.
"OK, bitch, suck on this," Cleophus said and pushed Katy's head hard onto his cock. SHe nearly gagged as the huge member went down her throat. He held her head in his hands and skullfucked her, and she soon adjusted her breathing to the rythym so that his penis could glide easily down her throat.
"That's a good girl," he said menacingly. "They teach you how to suck cock like this at yo prep schools?"
After a while he pulled his cock from her mouth and slapped her, and she fell back on the bed. He noticed that her pussy was dripping with semen.
"I see you been fucked already today," he said. "Some of the ganstas use you and dump you here? Well now you gonna learn what a fucking is."
He stopped for a second and lowered his face nearer her pussy for a better sniff. "Damn if that don't smell like my dogs." Katy lowered her eyes. Cleophus smiled. "What you been doin’ in my yard? You been playing wid my dogs? Oh we gonna have LOTS of fun before you leave. IF you leave."
He climbed on top of her roughly and pushed his black cock into her. His member was now even longer and thicker after she had sucked it, and the feeling of the giant phallus was like nothing she had ever felt. It felt like she was going to tear in half.
Cleophus thrust into her hard, holding her down by the throat. She laid back and took it, having no other choice. She hurt all over from the beating, and his cock was painful in her young pussy, but somehow she liked what was happening.
Cleophus slid his thick black dick further into her tight white pussy, over and over. “Hmmmmm, it been a LONG time since I had me white snatch. And never nothing all young and rich like you.”
Cleophus noticed the dog collar in Katy’s hand, and pulled it forcefully from her.
“You got some doggie thang goin’, girl?” he said. “Well you gonna be my bitch.”
As he snapped the collar around Katy’s neck she was overtaken again by the animal lust. The strange pleasure she had felt at being taken by this black giant now became an insatiable hunger. He almost drew back at the change that overcame her.
“Yes, Cleophus master dear,” she said, jumping at him, “make me your bitch.”
Cleophus slapped her hard, and she wrapped her legs around his dark body to ease him further in. With the collar on her senses were better attuned, and she could feel his anger against white people with every thrust of his enormous cock.
“Fuck me harder, Cleophus,” she cried. “Hit me! Make me your good little obedient white bitch.”
He rode her, on and off, for hours. Cumming in her pussy, up her ass, in her mouth, on her body, in her hair. Slapping her around when he felt like it. With the lack of light in the shack she lost track of whether it was night or day.