white slavery

"What is this?" Sandra asked, nervously.

"Bitch, your man owes us a lot of money, and since he skipped town, we gonna have to make it up somehow." He said, wild eyed. She didn't know what the hell the man was talking about. Through the pot haze, it suddenly hit her. They weren't cops at all. They were **** dealers, and she had been taken to pay off a debt. "Now, we got a few rules here. One, anyone of us wants you, we take you. Two, you fuck who we say, when we say. Three, you try to run, we go after your sisters. Now then, do you have anything to say?"

   Sandra was stunned into an icy coldness.  Her head fell forward in defeat and shame.  Her father had always warned her about getting involved with ****.  She always ignored these warnings.  Now, she was stuck in this nightmare scenario with no way out.  A hand on her breast snapped her out of her sorrow.  Another one slid around to her smooth, pale stomach.  Someone had come up behind her.  He had large, black hands that squeezed her skin.  She felt his size, and stiffened up.  He walked her forward in front of the workers.  They all looked up, and grinned a wicked, knowing grin.  She looked from side to side, worried.  

   Suddenly, she was bent forward, her face planted by a large box of Coca leaves.  He tore down her camo pants, and she felt his throbbing, veiny cock poke at her hole.  Sandra gritted her teeth as she looked into the eyes of the workers.  A loud moan escaped her lips as the massive cock slid into her well-fucked pussy.  He held her red hair like a ponytail with one hand, and roughly groped her left breast with the other.  The wet, smacking sounds of a violent fucking accompanied the bubbling of chemicals and an obscure rap song being played on a boombox.  He pounded into her like he was trying to bludgeon something inside to **** with his dick.  She shook at the **** of it, and he was loud with grunts and "Yeah!  Bitch!  Yeah!", which he spat at her through gritted teeth.  Suddenly, he pulled back and out.  He yanked back on her hair, and grunted "Suck it, Bitch!".  She was **** to her knees.  The massive, black, juice covered cock dangled in front of her.  She looked at the workers.  They would glance up occasionally.  

   He grabbed the back of her head, and pressed his cockhead between her lips.  Sandra squeezed her eyes shut as it slid down her throat.  He held her by either side of her head, and throat fucked her.  She gagged, spittle running down her chin as her face turned red.  He pulled out, and just as she gasped for air, he rammed it back in.  At this he shivered, and **** himself all the way down her throat.  Sandra tried to throw up, but it didn't work.  He grinded in her, loosing his cum into her.  

   When he pulled out, a trail of jism and mucus followed.  Sandra fell to the dirty, concrete floor, and gasped for air.  "Welcome to your new job.  You're hired."  He said, stuffing his huge cock back into his pants.