TURN THE PAGE: PART TEN
Preface:
Theresa 'Terri' Murphy is now twenty-five, divorced, a successful writer, a mother to a beautiful daughter named Adilah, and still continuing her sexual journey which invariably places her in the company of dominant black men.
She had travelled to Louisianna seeking closure with Coach Jonah Cruell, needing to sample the same big black cock her friend and publisher Louise Lambert had enjoyed. Successful in that and also in laying to rest her residual feelings for her first "Black Daddy" Dontrell, Terri was all set to return to New Jersey, her Grandparents and her daughter.
Before she could make the return trip, Terri fell afoul of a small-time pimp who used a combination of drugs and her own weakness for sex to entrap her. Shortly after that Terri was 'traded' to a major league pimp who went by the name Baron. She was left in no doubt that her former life and freedom was now a thing of the past, she was to be placed in the game, a sexual commodity to be used for money. Terri was to be one of Baron's Bitches.
Chapter 1:
The last three days of Terri's new life followed an almost identical pattern to one another with only minor differences. Jay, one of Baron's men, had taken up the role of her handler it seemed and was the one who unlocked the small bedroom each morning. Terri would then eat her breakfast, drink her coffee or juice which she strongly suspected to be laced with whatever drug they were using to keep her both compliant and in an ever-constant state of low arousal.
After eating she would shower and freshen up before being taken to visit Baron, the big black pimp would never rise before the others living in his personal fiefdom.
Baron liked to start his day with one of his stable of Hoes and as his latest acquisition he had been using Terri each morning. It always began with her waking him with a blow job. Then it would either be sex in the king-sized bed or Terri being placed in bondage on one of the devices he owned.
Once Baron had finished with her, Terri would again clean up, eat and over the rest of the day end up getting fucked at least twice more by one or other of his men, receiving another dose of drugs at some point during the day.
Predictable as her days were becoming, she could hardly describe it as monotonous, the men all fucking her were black, hung and well capable of wringing orgasm after orgasm from her sweet young body.
The first day, Jay had completed a number of tasks that Terri could only assume were carried out on each new girl. The young black man had used her for an hour or more the night before, pounding her pussy long after Terri had gone limp from exhaustion. When they had first met, he had been quiet, now though he seemed more willing to communicate, narrating as he worked on her.
First Terri had showered after a session with Baron, Jay then brought in a young black woman who carried out an STD test on Terri in a clinical fashion, silent, professional and distant. The results were clear. The black woman, Terri never did get her name, then sat her down to work on Terri's hair. Snip by snip, the long blonde hair was cut away. Unbeknownst to the woman cutting her hair she was returning Terri back to the style she had worn two years previously when she was still married, still to begin her sexual awakening.
Terri had looked into the mirror after it was done, her hands lifting to touch at her hair, the short blonde pixie cut making her look once again younger than her years. It had brought back a flood of memories, memories that stirred her to tears. Jay and the black woman had studiously ignored her as she stood there crying.
Once she had gathered her composure, the next task began. Jay talked about how all the women who worked for Baron were marked as his, each having 'BB' inked on the inside of their lower lip. However, he went on to explain, the recovery from this normally took a couple of weeks.
That was acceptable with the usual runaways that Baron picked up for his stable. Those girls hadn't anyone looking for them and they also needed time to be broken in sexually.
Terri however was already sexually primed and she had a family, so Baron wanted her put to work sooner rather than later. That meant Terri was to relieve a Henna tattoo instead, the real one to be added at a later date.
Again, Terri sat through the procedure, a middle-aged white guy applying the Henna with a small toothpick. A resin was smeared on afterwards to protect the dye until it had time to dry.
Finally Jay had instructed Terri to try on a variety of outfits, dresses, skirts, a number of different styles of lingerie. Each time he would take photos, headshots and full body, before she changed again. A portfolio for clients. That wasn't how he described it; he'd called it 'proof for the customers that she was Grade A slut material'. He had taken a few final pictures of her nude before calling another man into the room.
The young black man who entered had answered to the name Tone. Tone, if he hadn't turned to this life as a career probably could have made it as a male model. A shade over six foot two his body was perfectly sculpted, a leaving breathing work of art, as if Michaelangelo had used a chisel on human flesh. His face would have been almost beautiful were it not for one flaw. A puckered scar ran from the corner of his right eye to his upper lip. It lifted one corner of his mouth ever so slightly giving him a perpetual sneer, as if he viewed the world about him as constantly worthy of being mocked.
Tone had peeled his clothes off with a bored air, stripping nude at a languid pace. Despite having only had sex a few hours earlier with Baron, on the back of a marathon of sex the day before, Terri had still felt her pulse quicken, her body begin to react to the sight of the young black mans naked body. As his cock hardened from some bored strokes, Terri's pierced nipples swelled in reaction, her pussy growing moist.
He took her quickly, pausing occasionally to allow Jay to shoot some short video clips and some stills. When Jay nodded that he was done, only then did Tone drop his disinterested facade, driving into her fast and hard, bringing Terri to a screeching orgasm in a few strokes, hammering away at her till they both juddered to a sweaty stop, panting from a simultaneous climax.
Now the fourth morning had arrived since Baron had taken her away, Terri was awake and sitting on the end of her bed before Jay had unlocked her door. Her face was scrubbed clean and she was nude as Baron preferred his women "as God intended, nekkid and servile'.
He held the door open as Terri padded past him, walking down the corridor to Baron's bedroom. She opened the door without knocking and went inside, closing it quietly behind her.
Baron lay sprawled on his bed, his bulk covering most of the expensive silk sheets. The man was a monster and Terri didn't think that just because of the vile nature of his profession and his attitude towards women. At six foot six and over three hundred pounds, he was built like a brick outhouse as her grandfather would have said. The fade haircut, trimmed beard and expensive suits all were props to make him seem respectable but in truth his soul was as dark as his coal black skin that contrasted so sharply against the frost white of the sheet he lay on.
