She had been taken captive by a group of Negroes, huge black men, towering over her diminutive frame, holding her in vice like grips, she was clearly ... helpless victim, even more so as emphasized when her clothing was torn violently from her, leaving her completely naked and surrounded by this mass of muscled black flesh.Her captors were also naked and a short glimpse of eroticism was captured as one of the men holding an arm, came into contact with her as she struggled, her buttocks brushing. Hers I'd guess. She put them over my head a little, and jumped up into my arms. As she slid down, her skirt slid up and she was fucking me. Her legs wrapped around me and we were THERE. She smiled at me, and said, "Hi. I hear you've been getting BJ's all day. Think you've got one more cum in there for me?"I spun around, so SHE was back to the wall and began pounding into her. "I dunno. Let's find out." After the "ceremony" / tease. I was more than ready. It's great to be 19, I guess. 8 cums in. If you understand all this then nod your head in agreement."I nodded my head in disbelief at what I was being made to do. I realized though that at this point resistance was futile.Mistress Stacey removed the gag, undid the leather strap around her crotch and backed her ass up to my face spreading her cheeks apart with her hands. As I saw her puckered asshole near my mouth I almost gagged but fought back the urge. When her asshole touched my lips I did as instructed and began to kiss and caress. “You mocked me. You will pay. Bingleberry.”He turned to his aide and said, “Tell the directors of the NSA, FBI, CIA, and DIA that Dingleberry sent me a threat on my phone.”“How did a threat get forwarded to your phone?”“I don’t know! Just get them to my office this afternoon.”“Yes, sir.”“Dingleberry. What the fuck kind of name is that?” the President muttered.“A dingleberry is a piece of shit that’s stuck to a hair around the asshole,” the aide replied.His aide got off the telephone. He looked.