Jayson Scraggly put on a ski mask before walking into Walkley's Liquor Store in the southside of Peterson, Illinois. The six-foot-tall, dark-skinned young African American walked up to the cash register and demanded all of the cash. Theresa Leonard, the matronly Haitian woman working the cash register that day sighed as she forked over the cash. The old black woman didn't even put up any resistance. Jayson figured he was lucky. Theresa gave Jayson a sad look. The City of Peterson, Illinois, has a population of sixty thousand, and the majority of them are black. Sadly, many of the young black folks have turned to crime.
"Don't hurt me," Theresa Leonard pleaded as she emptied the cash register. Jayson laughed at the old black woman's plight. The young black man in the ski mask had a big gun and looked like he meant business. Jayson stuffed the cash into a satchel and was about to dip when a noise at the front door startled him. slipping on the wet floor, Jayson knocked himself out. When he came to, he got a rude awakening. Seriously, what the fuck is going on? Jayson thought he was in police custody but the truth turned out to be much worse...
"What the fuck is this place?" Jayson demanded. The young black man was lying on his back, on a king sized bed, spread eagled. Jayson's arms and legs were bound. Out of the dark basement stepped Theresa Leonard. The matronly Haitian woman looked sexy in a red tank top and black leather pants. In her right hand she carried a riding crop. A sleek black mask hid Theresa's face but Jayson still recognized her. He'd spent days casing Walkley's Liquor Store, where Theresa worked. Yeah, he had the Haitian bitch's routine by heart.
"You are in the Dungeon of Madame Resa, the sacred place where I save black men from thuggish behavior and criminality through intensive black femdom," Theresa said confidently. Jayson looked at the mature Haitian woman and shook his head. The quiet ones are always the craziest. Jayson woke up that day wanting to get some cash by robbing the liquor store and then ditching the state of Illinois for quieter, milder Massachusetts where his cousins Pook Jones and Raymond "Ray-Ray" Scraggly lived. Things most definitely did not go as planned...
"Bitch, you need to let me go," Jayson said angrily as he struggled in his bonds and Theresa smiled and shook her head. The mature Haitian lady felt bad about having to resort to such extreme measures but someone has to save the black American men from themselves. Haitian families in America and Canada raise their sons to be smart, polite and decent men. Haitian families send their sons to college so they can get good jobs and function in America and Canada. Black American families teach their sons that to be smart is uncool and to be thuggish is cool, and then act surprised when their sons end up in prison or dead from street crime. Something must change if the young black men of America are to be saved...
"Jayson, I am trying to save you from your worst self, I will remove the thuggish and the criminal in you, and transform you into a productive member of society," Theresa said with a smile. Jayson looked at the beatific smile on the mature Haitian woman's face and felt scared. Jayson suddenly realized that he was stark naked. What did the crazy old bitch do with his clothes? Was this some black version of 50 Shades? Was Theresa Leonard some kind of serial killer? Jayson was scared. He was afraid of the answers to those questions.
"Please let me go, I'll do anything," Jayson pleaded and Theresa nodded and smiled. The mature black woman looked at the young black man the way a hungry wolf looks at a cornered sheep. Grabbing Jayson's big black cock, Theresa stroked him gently. Jayson sighed. Oh well, if this old black bitch wants some of that hood dick, then Jayson didn't mind showing her a good time. Yeah, Jayson figured he would fuck Theresa real good and then K.O. the bitch while she was distracted in order to escape. Bitches who kidnap men fall under the equal rights and equal lefts category. Word up.
"The black American man's main problem is his own dick, and the foolish black American women who reward toxic, criminal black men with pussy while mocking good black men, this Haitian woman knows better," Theresa said firmly. Jayson watched as Theresa turned around and grabbed something from a nearby table. In spite of his situation, Jayson admired Theresa's thick ass. Yeah, the Haitian gal might over fifty but she had a thick round ass. For real, under different circumstances, Jayson wouldn't mind smashing Theresa. Too bad the bitch is insane...