Black: Queen a6xc4

Charles called an associate of his on his cell phone and told them to stick around the Twisted Zebra just in case Ingrid made an appearance. He didn’t have to ask twice, there were no shortage of black thugs who would salivate at the idea of hooking up with the naïve young Swede. As much as he wanted to prioritize the blonde, he knew there was a horny unguarded Irish redhead just begging for her life to be simplified in the way he could arrange. He dropped his cellphone off with his chauffeur then he met with two of his best assistants. He had them follow him as he boldly entered the apartment building, going up to the apartment number that the information network had reported Emma and Caitlyn live at, according to what was reported to **** Caribbean. According to viewers of Caitlyn’s masturbation stream, when Emma had left, she made no apparent effort to lock the door, so they believed that the door had remained unlocked.

The intel was confirmed correct when the door gave without resistance and the three black men entered the room. Caitlyn was passed out on the couch, having exhausted herself from the furious masturbation. The assistants flanked her and grabbed her by the arms, tugging her so that she hung limply and rousing her from her slumber. Charles stood in front of her and firmly, but gently tugged at Caitlyn’s natural bright red hair to get her to look up at him.

“Heavens, I must be dreamin…” Caitlyn said groggily, “Although usually you fellas are wearin’ less when I dream.”

“This is no dream, Ms. Murphy.” Said Charles, with a confidence and poise that Caitlyn would’ve hated, had she not found it sexy. “Your life changes this day, you will no longer be a free woman. Instead, you’ll be property. You will belong to black men.”

This was the strangest thing Caitlyn Murphy had ever heard in her life. It felt like a wish being granted and a nightmare coming true all at once. Caitlyn knew, though, that her lithe dancer’s body had no hope overpowering even one of these men, let alone the three of them. If Emma or any of their friends got back, they’d be at risk too, and things would not go much better. Caitlyn determined that under these circumstances, cooperation was all she could do to prevent things from getting worse.

“If you gentlemen could loosen your grip, I’d be glad to go along with ya. I don’t know anything about this ownership thing you’re yammering about, but I’ve always found men like you to be quite attractive. I’ll do what you say when you say it, so long as you aren’t trying to hurt me.”

The men relax their grip and Caitlyn makes contact with the floor, the ball of her foot first followed by her toes then her heel, once she was assured the men weren’t going to keep her suspended in their clutches.

“I’m going to need to see evidence of that,” Charles firmly responded while unzipping his pants. A girthy ten-inch cock sprung forth and flapped as it came out. “You know what to do.”

Caitlyn dropped to her knees in an instant and rubbed the head of the cock with adoration along her face. Her emerald eyes looked into Charles’ merciless, dark pupils. This felt right. This was the kind of man she longed to show her obedience to – the kind that coaxed her not with sweet words or appreciative gestures, but by exuding raw authority and power. She didn’t know the first thing about this man, but she knew when he spoke of owning her, he was telling the absolute truth. There was nothing in her that could stir on resistance.

Caitlyn savored her first lick of Charles’ cock, the biggest she had ever encountered in-person. She enjoyed every inch of the flesh, from the base of the shaft to the tip of the head and she gently swirled her tongue around its very tip. Even with all his experience, Charles couldn’t help but groan in appreciation when Caitlyn first took his head into her mouth and began sucking in earnest. Caitlyn used her right hand to manipulate Charles’ shaft as she blew him and with her left hand, she reached into her panties and began rubbing herself. Caitlyn fantasized about what it would be like – no, what it will be like – when Charles fills her pussy and gives her the fucking she’ll so richly deserve for being such a good, little white girl.

Charles grabbed the back of Cailtyn’s hair and challenged her to suck further and longer than she thought possible. She eagerly tried to please him, but found herself involuntarily straining against his hold at times. Still, she kept up her efforts giving as much of Charles’ rod a polish as she could until he finally erupted in a glorious blast of cum. Caitlyn eagerly gulped down what she could and let him go once he had gone fully flaccid. She maintained a submissive posture with her hands on her knees sitting on her heels, waiting for his word on what was to follow.

“We need to get Ms. Murphy out of here fast,” Charles announced. “We need her in street clothes, we need an excuse for her disappearance, and I need her cell phone.”

Caitlyn scurried up to her feet and grabbed her cell off the table and handed it to Charles without question. “Good, now take her to her bedroom and make sure she puts something decent on,” Charles commanded.

Charles set to the bathroom, where he took a hairdryer and set it on high. He blasted the back of the cellphone for a minute to weaken the adhesive and took out a plastic pick which he used to pry the case open. He then located the battery and dislodged it, so that it would not let the cellphone ping any cell towers when he removed it from the apartment. The phone houses valuable information on potential targets, but he cannot afford for the authorities to get wise to the abduction. He’ll be able to get a techie to help him out with retrieving that intel when the time is right.

When Charles was done, he saw that Caitlyn had gotten dressed in a blue and black tartan skirt and a white crop top that left her toned midsection exposed. She was in the process of putting on a pair of fashionable black leather ankle boots as he reunited with her. “Good, now write a note letting Ms. Anderson know that you’re not going to be able to go with her to Santolina and requesting that she invite another one of your friends in her place.”

Caitlyn almost wanted to shudder at how much Charles seemed to know about her, being that she never saw the man in her life before today, but she faithfully obeyed her instructions, grabbed the bag that she had intended to take with her to Santolina, and departed the apartment for the last time in the company of these strangers.

Charles and Caitlyn got in the back of the waiting chauffeur’s car and set off to their destination - a warehouse he had rented in a decrepit part of the city, where she will be housed and will be trained for her service as a sex ****. His cock will break her pussy in and practically mold it to his shape. His men will keep her in a constant state of stimulation, she’ll get so used to having sex with black men that abstinence will feel like a curse. She will never again long for freedom and ultimately, he and his partner will be able to make sure that she goes to a fitting owner. Speaking of which, Charles’ cell phone begins to ring on their trip to the warehouse.

“This is Charles.”

“I know, dumbass, I’m blind not deaf,” the elderly voice on the other end of the line told him.

“I got the girl you wanted, the one you heard all the young thugs going wild about.”

“About damn time. You know how long I was waiting for you to snatch me up some tight, young white pussy?”

“You still got the money or did you get swindled out of it?”

“I got all the money your ass will ever need and I’ll even throw in complimentary passage to Santolina for you and your crew for life. I know you want some of that tourist action.”

“Santolina? That’s a backwater shithole compared to where I want to go. Come on, make it somewhere that draws crowds like Miami or Honolulu.”

“Your ass wouldn’t cut it dealing with American authorities, those doofuses who only carry sticks are your top speed. It’s Santolina or bust.”

“Or… I could just keep her for myself. You know, she gives great head and I’m sure she’ll be just as fun to ride.”

“You do that and I’ll burn your reputation to the ground. You don’t fuck with King.”

Charles thought long and hard about it. What ultimately tipped the scales for him was his knowledge that Caitlyn’s friends are just as sexy as her and that time is limited to snatch them up before they are on Santolina. “Alright, we still got a deal,” Charles conceded.

“I knew you’d come around, young blood. I’ll see you and the girl on the island.”

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