white slavery

No sooner had Kaylee hit the pavement then she felt pressure on her head and neck, pushing and holding her down. "Please don't kill us!" she pleaded desperately, her tears falling on the aspault. "We can pay you! Her daddy's like a billionaire and I'm Miss Teen South Carolina!" She winced with pain as the pressure increased and started to panic when breathing got hard but remembered what she had learned black men want to hear. "And you can fuck us, even film our virgin cunts destroyed by big nigger cocks," she proposed, starting to feel light-headed and afraid she was going to die. "Please... breed us..."

Kaylee didn't even realize it at first when she was roughly hauled to her feet and her top followed her skirt and panties down over her hips and down her legs as she was quickly stripped naked. She saw the same had happened to Erika, or at least a pretty white teen she thought was Erika who was naked except for a bag over her head, and who was being tossed into the trunk of a SUV. Then poor Kaylee was similarly shrouded and her hands secured behind her back before the busty redhead followed her new friend into the trunk and certain servitude.