The girls are to strip

"We'll do anything you want us to..." Kaylee assured them.

"Oh we know that," said the driver as he casually got out from behind the wheel and pulled a gun from out of his waistband.

The two girls recoiled and clung to each other, Kaylee's eyes wide with terror while Erika screamed, "P-please don't shoot us!"

"I won't as long as you two get your lily white asses into that alley.... NOW!" commanded the gunman, and the girls slowly turned and started walking back into the dark alley, still frightened, still clinging to each other, afraid to let go. They were afraid to look back, so they kept moving, deeper and deeper into the alley until they uncerimoniously walked right into the side of a large dumpster. "Owww!" yelped Kaylee.

"All right girls, that's far enough," said the gunman with a chuckle. "Turn around and face me." The girls turned back to face them, squinting at the dazzling headlights from the SUV shining brightly on them from where they had just come from. The girls could barely see that the gunman stood off to one side of the vehicle while another man had got out and was holding the camcorder.

"You're gonna give us a little show," the gunman explained calmly. "Both of you take off your clothes." The girls looked at each other, nervously, to see which one would make the first move.

"I said get them clothes off right now!" the gunman bellowed. "I mean everything. Put it all in a big pile, right in front of you!" The girls jumped, and quickly moved into action, stripping their clothes off as fast as they could, throwing them all into a pile as they were instructed.

Growing up as a rich white girl in South Africa, Erika had always been taught this sort of thing was not just possible but inevitable without the proper precuations, and that sometimes the only way to survive is to obey. And so of course Erika was a bit nervous and scared, but she felt a strange rush, like she was enjoying the humiliation these black men were forcing her to endure. But Kaylee felt differently, taught to hate and fear black men but also naive about what they might do to her. Sure, she stripped, and she stood there, naked to the world, but she was nearly hysterical and in tears as she tried her best to cover herself up, one hand shooting down to cover her virgin mound, while she tried to shield her enormous breasts with her other arm.

"Hands down at your sides, bitches!" came the command as he stepped forward and menaced them with the gun. The girls quickly and obediently dropped their arms to their sides. "Now turn around so we can get the full picture."

The girls slowly turned as they were instructed. "Wow, Miss Teen South Carolina. Not only do you have great tits, but you also got a great body for fucking and breeding," the cameraman commented as he then looked over at Erika and down at the shaved, narrowing strip of flaxen hair at her slit. "Your friend over there is prime fucking meat too, and a real blonde too. I bet that ginger bush of yours, I'll bet that's nice and soft. Feel it, blondie. Tell us what it feels like."

Erika looked at her friend as she moved her hand toward the wispy hair of Kaylee's mound. "I'm sorry" she said as she pressed her hand into it, and caressed it. It was strange to Erika to feel another girl's mound. But for some reason, Kaylee did feel unbelieveably soft down there. She started imagining how hers might feel if it actually grew in. Then she imagined Kaylee touching her mound, running her fingers through it. Her hand caressed the soft red hair even more as Erika started to get into it. She was suddenly snapped back into reality when the cameraman asked "How does it feel?"

Erika pulled her hand away with a jerk. She didn't understand what she was feeling, or why she was feeling it. Did she really like girls? Was she really a lesbian in disguise? Or was she just crazy about sex, with anyone, or anything for that matter? Her mind strayed momentarily to the stable of horses she had in South Africa. There had been a stud she was very fond of petting, but she had felt guilty about it after she got a little carried away one morning and stimulated the horse enough to make it shoot a load. Then she thought of how excitingly wrong it had also been for her to worship old Wally's big black cock and drink his negro cum. She shook her head in denial, as if trying to clear out the cobwebs, her face flushed red as she looked up at the leering spectactors and glared at them.

"Well, Miss Teen South Carolina, this is your big chance to make your very first porn movie," the gunman explained. "You and your cute little blonde friend."