" Lena couldn't believe she was letting someone speak to her this way, especially an individual as shady and low on society's totem pole as this. A d*...g dealer. A gang-banger. She might try to deny it to him - betray the appearance of someone who wasn't totally under a Black cock spell - but she couldn't lie to herself - that big nigga dick held power over her. She'd probably do what he told her to do for nothing. God, what had she gotten herself into?Lena reached down, her fingers hooking. AN AWAKENINGI wake up. I feel quite wide awake and yet, not quite right.I am lying on a hospital trolley. I'm strapped down; not really able to move much, let alone sit up, even if I wanted to. There's a drip feeding into my arm. I am in a white room. The light is not too bright. A nurse is sitting on a chair reading a magazine next to me. My vision seems to be disturbed and I can't really see properly. While I can see the nurse clearly, I can't make any sense of the magazine she is reading.. I beg you to fuck my ass,” came her quick reply.I had never experienced any thing like this before. I was dismayed to find how quickly owning a horny female slave strips a man of mercy and kindness. Never the less, I could not resist my dominion over this lovely female. Quite as cruel as any Middle Eastern Sultan enjoying a concubine from his harem, I ignored my sudden burst of conscience and continued to torment my lovely captive standing before me naked on the end of her leash. “Of course. ”I had a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.I ‘pushed’ the Deputy to request the names of the female victims. (It appeared to everyone to be just a simple ‘request’.)After a short pause the dispatcher came back, “A one Martha Bingham and a Wendy Szawicki. Miss Bingham is not expected to survive...”I looked at Charlene and Linda, whispering, “Could that be that girl carpenter, Marty?”Charlene looked despondent, “Yes, oh my God, Brian probably blamed her for getting fired! OH MY GOD.”Since.