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Doctor Note from the WebMaster: Being that a story of this sort might start some kind of trouble, I figured I should probably have some kind of disclaimer here. I'm not racist, and this tale was not posted here with the intent to offend or inflame people of African descent. Taken from an e-mail sent to me by the writer, I think this story can best be summed up in his own words: "There are usually very few stories about black women getting what they deserve and their attitudes adjusted, probably 'cause folks want to be politically correct. Well, I am black, so I don't have to be. Take these stories about these coon-ass black bitches by me (blkdik45), and allow my white brothers to join in on the fun." So if use of the 'N' word (among other racial slurs), bothers you, please read no further. If you do proceed, you do so knowing full well what awaits you in the paragraphs ahead. In other words, you have no one to complain to if you disregard this 'warning'. Enjoy! |
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Dr. Wanda Davis was beaming with pride as she sped out the
parking lot of Georgia University. She had just had a rousing ovation from the crowd of
mostly minorities, who had packed the university's auditorium to hear her speak about the
evils of the anti-affirmative action movement.
Wanda's time spent here would have been perfect had it not been for those skin-head type hecklers in the back. She could still hear them jeering her in the background of her mind now: “Go back to Africa, you ape!” “Stick a banana up your ass, coon!” She could easily dismiss those types of comments, however, and the stupid people who made them. It was the so-called intelligent white professors who kept challenging her theories that bothered her the most. Idiots, she thought. They probably hated the fact that not only was she a black woman making good for herself, but that she was such a young Phd to boot. At only twenty six, she was attractive and confident. Too confident for their comfort obviously. As she sped down the highway Wanda glanced at her wristwatch. “Oh my... I’ll never make it to the airport on time for my flight now.” Wanda pulled nervously at her twisted dreadlocked hair as she figured her next strategy. She had heard of a short cut-off, a two-lane farm road, that was a more direct shot to the airport. She had never tried it before on her travels thru the south, but what did she have to lose? She would never make it otherwise.
Just then Wanda saw the exit sign for the farm road. She burned rubber making the exit at the last second. Then the unspeakable happened--she had a blowout! “Oh shit! Just what I needed!” After getting the vehicle back under control, Wanda pulled to the side of the road. She got out and went to the trunk to take out the spare tire. She was lucky she was a hardcore street girl from the North--she could take care of herself, including changing a dumb flat tire. However, the bad news was not finished coming yet Wanda discovered when she opened the trunk. There was no spare tire. “Shit!” she said. “These fucking southern rednecks forgot to put in a spare. I’ll give the rental agency a piece of my mind when I see them. I’ll teach them to fuck with Dr. Wanda M. Davis!” It was nearly dusk already and nighttime was falling. Wanda began to look around to try and assess what her next move should be. She needed to act quickly, but there were no street lights on this now-deserted farm road. She dreaded having to make a walk in her heels, but she wasn’t about to search thru all her luggage for comfortable shoes. Besides, something should be pretty close where she could call for help. Wanda started walking up the road. Just at that moment she saw the brightness of headlights approaching her from the rear. “Oh, I hope they’ll stop and help me... ” she sighed. As the car came closer Wanda squinted from the bright glare of the headlights shining in her eyes. Then she heard a voice shout angrily, “Get off the road, you nigger!” Just then a bottle splattered all over the road near her. Those fools tried to hit me with an empty beer bottle! she thought. Sensing danger, she began to hurry her pace to find help. Walking fast was difficult, though, in her tight fitting black leather mini-dress. Except for the dreads she wore her hair in and her full protruding ebony lips painted in apple-red lipstick, which she thought made her look very ethnic, she looked more like a model than a college professor. Suddenly, Wanda saw a light which looked like it may have come from a fire just out in the woods slightly off the road. She turned towards it. Surely there must be human life that could help me here, she thought. As she carefully avoided twisting her ankle on the uneven ground in the woods - being extra careful not to get her hair caught in the branches - she thought even more how she hated the South. “Just a bunch of cracker rednecks,” she muttered. Wanda came to an opening that led to the source of the light--and her mouth fell open at what she saw next. It was a burning cross and what looked to be about twenty-five men covered in white sheets standing in a circle around its base. "The Klan!” she whispered to herself. Terrified, Wanda stood in her secret hiding place rooted to the spot, watching wide-eyed as the hooded men began to prepare some kind of horrifying-looking ritual. She couldn't think, could barely breathe. What if she was found out spying on them from the trees? What would happen to her? WHAT WOULD THEY DO TO HER? Wanda stepped back away from the tree, stumbling over a small rock she had stepped on. She had to leave, she had to get out of there--and now! Just as she turned to run back towards the road she ran head-on into a stocky white man wearing a white sheet but no hood. “Nigger, what you doin' here?” Wanda choked back a scream. She turned to run opposite of him and ran straight into the arms of another hooded Klansman. He took off his hood to get a better look at her. Checking out her dark ebony thighs where her short skirt ran up her legs almost to her ass, he managed a smirky grin. “Well, looky what we got here--a frightened little jungle bunny!” “Let's take this spy to the boys,” the other guy said. "No-oooooooo!” Wanda screamed as the two men moved to the opening in the trees, dragging her along behind them. Wanda's scream got the attention of the men in the circle, who all started slowly then began to run in her direction. The sight of twenty-five Klansman scared her to the point of trying to escape, but the grip that held her captive was too strong. As the other men approached, one said: “What have we here?” “I caught this nigger spying on us!” the man who was pulling her along said. “What should we do? Kill her?” A tall Klansman with glasses who actually looked intelligent approached her. He grabbed her face with one hand and turned it from side to side as if he were looking over merchandise. Wanda’s lips fell slightly open and began to quiver with fear. “No, don’t kill her. Not yet anyway. She’ll be perfect for the initiation... ” The other men seemed to know immediately what that meant and they all let out a hearty cheer. Wanda didn’t know what it meant, but she could only guess coming from the Klan it had to be bad. She was dragged by her hair towards the burning cross. The leader approached her as if in a trance and from the back grabbed her by the hair, jerking it violently. “This is an example of what we must protect ourselves against. Gentlemen, prepare yourselves for the taking of this nigger wench!” The men started removing their robes, but left their hoods on as they circled around Wanda. She wondered what they were doing. Her answer came too soon. All the men one by one began to drop their trousers to their ankles. She gasped as she looked all about the circle at twenty-five growing white cocks. The leader spoke: “In the old days, our grandfathers had the privilege and right to have any nigger bitch he wanted. If you concur that this right should be restored, indicate so by releasing your seed on this nappy-haired, worthless nigger!” A fat, stocky man with a little cock grabbed Wanda by her dreadlocks, roughly pulling her face down to his pelvic area. He swiped his dick from one side of her face to the other, dragging it repeatedly over her pretty features until they glistened with his semen. Frantically reaching behind her, Wanda tried to keep two other men from lifting her skirt but it was soon up to her waist revealing the tight lace bikini panties tightly hugging her coal-black ass. Her panties were barely lowered beneath the crack of her ass before she felt the two men proceed to finger her dry pussy. Wanda screamed as the terrible pain emanating from her loins began to register in her shocked mind, but she was quickly silenced when a rough, calloused hand struck her across the face, leaving the dazed woman with a sharply stinging cheek. She was quickly brought back to reality again when the two fingers fucking her sore pussy were replaced with a fist, a large one, brutally pushing it's way deep between her abused pussy lips--she was being fistfucked! Wanda groaned in agony as she felt the man's fist force its way deep inside her body. Meanwhile, the fat stocky man continued to manipulate Wanda's face by beating his cock against her lips until they quivered like Jello. Then without warning, he thrust his short dick in her mouth. He was so short that Wanda's face pressed against his stomach just for him to get full penetration in her mouth. She almost gagged from the odor of his body. One of the other men had by now planted his eight-inch cock in Wanda's asshole, while another propped himself underneath to suck her unusually large clit that protruded past her nappy bush. The other men all watched while massaging their cocks, waiting patiently for their turn. The fat, stocky guy was now fast-fucking her mouth and semen began to ooze out from the corner of her mouth. Then without warning, he unleashed a massive load all over Wanda's face, slimy cum dripping down her chin mingling with her tears. The man mounting her ass seemed to get very excited by seeing Wanda get her face splattered with cum, and he began to fuck fast and furious like a wild animal up her virgin ass. Wanda was in tremendous pain for she had never taken it up the ass before, and she screamed with pain and terror until another man took his belt and looped it tightly around her neck. “Shut up, you nigger bitch!” he shouted at Wanda, yanking at the makeshift belt noose. She gagged like she was about to throw up, but she didn’t dare. Then she felt a large splat on her black ass. Wanda looked around to see the face of her attacker, who in turn took off his hood to show her his satisfied smile. His look was familiar of the good ol' boys from the South, the ones just out to have a little fun with the little colored gals. Wanda was forced to suck all twenty-five cocks, every one of them leaving their slimy mark on her face or in her dreadlocked hair. She was a gooey mess. Then the men lined up on two sides, creating a narrow 'lane'. Wanda was roughly pushed to her hands and knees and forced to crawl on all fours down the middle of the alley, where each man took a turn whipping her full, protruding black ass viciously with a belt as she crawled past him screaming and pleading. As Wanda finally made it to the long and painful end of the line, one of the men could not resist taking her sexy, black ass any longer. Catching her from behind he held the squirming woman in place by shoving her head to the ground, then mounted her now-bruised bottom. He then proceeded to give her asshole a brutal reaming much to the delight of the hooded twenty-four. After, the rest of the men all lined up and took turns fucking her sore ass as well, while Wanda helplessly impaled on fat, white cock sobbed pitifully. What a sight on a dark night--lit only by a burning cross, which provided a perfect silhouette for the twenty-five hooded Klansmen raping Wanda's abused black ass with no mercy. This well-educated and established black professor, who usually commanded the respect of all who met her, was now just another nigger fuckslave. When all of the men finally finished fucking her and deposited all twenty-five loads of their cum on her face, they tied her tightly by her wrists to a tree as one Klansman took out a bullwhip and began to whip her ass. "Whip that black bitch!” “Teach the coon-ass nigger a lesson!” “You learn to respect a white man when you see one, coon-bitch!” Unable to withstand any more torture, Wanda soon passed out from the vicious whipping she was receiving and from mere exhaustion. Not content to leave the brutalized woman be, the twenty-five men circled Wanda's unconscious form and revived her by simultaneously pissing all over her pain-wracked body. Wanda was abruptly brought back to consciousness by several hot streams of piss splashing against her face, as well as every other part of her body. Choking down a vile mouthful of her attacker's piss, she gasped for air and begged the men for mercy. Instead, a hand reached down and yanked her up by her hair. Her clothes were thrust at her and she was forced to run back to her car totally nude, her face covered in cum and piss, her body stinking like a foul urinal. The men's curses followed the sobbing woman until she was safely out of the woods, but they echoed inside her head until she made the safety of her car and locked herself in. She was found trembling and crying several hours later by a passing motorist, but by then her attackers had been long gone. To this day Wanda still wakes in the middle of the night shaking and screaming, the terrifying images in her mind just as vivid as that horrible night she was forced to live through them. But she doesn't go down South anymore.
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