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The black man frowned down at the floor and nudged whoever was there with his toe. A startled whimper arose and the clear tones of Missy O'Neal's voice rose up. "Yes, Masters. This slut loves a nice big black cock filling up her holes." Although her voice sounded frightened, there was a hint of lust in her tone.

"O'Neal? Are you alright?"

The original suspect grabbed Katja's nipples and twisted hard, making her gasp in pain. "Whatever her name was before doesn't matter now. Right now, she's our slut, and by the end of the week, we'll have sold both you and her off to be fuck toys for some other black men." He sneered lustfully as Katja's eyes leaked tears. "We're turning this back around on you bitches and every white woman we can nab is going to end up chained in a black man's room."

Katja heard Missy groan and turned her head, seeing through tear streaked eyes, Missy sucking hard on the second man, her hand shackled behind her, wearing nothing but her bindings and a collar. She watched in shock as the man slapped her hard on the backside and she automatically spread her legs out. "Be a good slut and beg us to fuck you again, bitch." Missy's eyes were glazed over as she took the cock out of her mouth. Katja was stunned as Missy started swaying her hips and rubbing the cock against her cheek.

"Please, Masters, fuck this useless bitch. Fill her cunt up with your black cocks and make her scream like the whore that she is..."