White Women in the Hood

We drove from the party to what looked like the sketchiest part of town. The driver kept looking around as we made our way deeper and deeper into the hood, as if he was nervous about driving a limo with two white women, one of them half naked, through what looked like a war zone.

We arrived at an apartment building where a party was obviously in full swing with people coming and going and the lights and music blaring from a second story window.  Vera looked terrified as she struggled to maintain her dignity.  I kept looking at William for what was to come next, but he was playing it very cool.  As we pulled up to the entrance to the building, two very large men stepped out of the alcove and opened the limo door on William’s side.  The people who were milling around the entrance were staring at us but keeping their distance.  The guards (I later found out they were part of William’s security unit) made a show of flashing their weapons tucked into the pants as they escorted William to the entrance.  As he approached the building he turned back to us, still sitting in the limo, and held out his hand to motion us to follow him.  I was dressed, however provocatively, but at least I was covered.  Vera was almost naked – the corset hid nothing but emphasized how vulnerable she was.  As much as I wanted to stay in the limo, I could only imagine what was going through her mind. 

To her everlasting credit, Vera slid across the seat and climbed out of the limo.  The small crowd that had gathered at the entrance whooped loudly as this gorgeous statuesque blonde, in heels and a collar and a corset, walked with astonishing self-confidence toward the man who obviously owned her.  I quickly followed and we entered the building.

William took the leash as Vera reached him and together they walked into the hall and started up the stairs.  The guards fell in behind me as I trailed along.  I felt neglected and insignificant but also tremendous apprehension about what was about to happen. 

The apartment at the top of the stairs was where the party was in full swing.  As William opened the door the music and light filled the stairwell and a cry from the partyers greeted Vera as she followed William into the room.  I entered just a few seconds later and was surprised to see William parading Vera around the room as the men at the party pawed her breasts and ass and the women spat at her.  William took a chair from the table in the small kitchen and placed it right in the middle of the main party room, and then he walked Vera over to it and motioned for her to bend over the back of the chair.  Before she was settled, one of the guards walked around the chair and unbuttoned his jeans.  He exposed himself to Vera and grabbed her hair as she started to turn away from him, thrusting his black cock into her mouth.  William stood to the side, maintaining his grip on Vera’s leash but near the collar.  He offered the loop at the end of the leash to one of the women jeering Vera as the guard brutally face-fucked her.  The woman took the leash and proceeded to whip Vera’s ass violently.  Red welts were immediately visible as she rained vicious blows on Vera’s now red-striped ass.  

William stopped the whipping and motioned for the second guard to approach Vera from behind.  The second big black cock appeared immediately and began fucking Vera hard.  The crowd was cheering loudly and the battering that Vera had to endure intensified as she fought to push away from the guard fucking her throat.  William grabbed Vera’s hand and pinned it painfully behind her back while motioning to me to grab her other arm and do the same.  I hesitated for a moment and someone else from the crowd grabbed Vera’s arm, pinning it behind her, rendering her absolutely helpless as the spit-roasting continued.

I looked at William and he looked at me.  I saw him smile seductively, triumphantly, and he said, “Next time this will be you.”