Maureen's Choice (14 page)

Maureen’s heels clicked on the hardwood floor as she circled behind Big Daddy’s chair and stood beside the General. She avoided looking at him by keeping her eyes focused on the far wall. “What you got under that fucking jacket and skirt?” His voice was a deep bass growl.

“Nothing,” Maureen said almost inaudibly.

“Speak up, bitch!” he shouted.

Maureen’s voice trembled, “Nothing,” she said, “I have nothing on under my jacket and skirt.”

She jumped and let out a little sound as his huge calloused hand grabbed her bare leg and slid up. “Spread,” he ordered. Quickly she moved one foot slightly to the left. She felt his hot hand on her shaved pussy. With a quick movement he thrust his long, thick middle finger into her. She cried out and reached for the back of his chair to steady herself. “Your cunt’s wet,” he said. “Why’s that? Why you standin here with no panties on and a wet cunt?”

“I…I…belong to…to…black men.”

He eased his finger out of her but kept the tip of it at her opening, flicking her clitoris with a long fingernail. “What do that mean?”

“I do what black men tell me to do.”

“What if I tell you to lick my asshole?”

Fearing to look at him, Maureen closed her eyes and shook her head, “I…couldn’t…I just couldn’t. Not that,…I’ve never been able to…” she said.

General Shuka shoved his finger up into her, hard, “Then you standin here tellin us a lie.” He looked across at Big Daddy, “Your white bitch don’t seem to fuckin know what belonging to the black man means. She needs some training.”

Big Daddy nodded in agreement, “She got a black lover in the state of Ohio. She seems to have forgot that belongin to the black man means belongin to all the black men, not just one.”

The General began to move his finger in and out, finger fucking her. Her breathing came faster. “You like that?” he asked.

“Yes….yes I like it,” she said, the color rising to her cheeks.

The General again addressed his host, “She’s a hot bitch and tight too. A damn fine piece of white ass. She’d bring a half a million easy, maybe even a million..”

Big Daddy smiled, “You’re probably right, but because her sister agreed to become one of my breeders, I promised I’d send her back home.”

“Too bad. Still, my friend, I think the bitch could do with a couple weeks of training. She got to learn her place.”

“Earlier today I was thinking the same thing.”

The General withdrew his finger and pushed his chair back from the table. He spread his legs and pointed to the floor. “Kneel, bitch,” he said. Maureen got to her knees between his legs. “Put your hands behind your head and keep them there,” he ordered. Quickly Maureen did as he said. He leaned over and unbuttoned her jacket exposing her breasts. “Push them out,” he said. Maureen arched and pulled her shoulders back. “Tits ain’t too big but they’re firm and those are long nipples. Why your nipples hard?”

“I’m aroused…..excited.”

“How come?”

“I don’t know. Being like this makes me that way…”

“You like showing me your tits?”

“Yes, I do.”

“How come?”

“I…I think it might please you. I want to please you.”

He held his middle finger in front of her face. “Look at this. Who’s dried pussy juice is stinkin up my finger?”

She bowed her head for a moment then looked up at him, “Mine,” she said.

“Then maybe you ought to ask if you can clean it?”

She nodded, “Please General, may I clean your finger?”

He placed the tip of his grimy fingernail on her lower lip. She opened her mouth and moved her head forward. He sat staring down at her while finishing a full glass of wine. No one spoke as she sucked. Tears had formed in the corners of her eyes but she held them back. When he finally withdrew his finger he made her dry it on her jacket. “Do you suck cock as good as you suck fingers?” he asked, grinning.

“I try to…to do it as well as I can.”

“But only black cock?”

“Yes, only black cock.”

“Big Daddy says you got a husband and two little kids. That true?”

Reminders of her children always brought tears that were impossible to hold back. “Yes, that’s true, a husband and two children. A boy and a girl.”

“Husbands don’t mean nothin but must have been a bitch for you to leave your kids. Why you do that, I mean, leave a little son and daughter?”

Why, she thought, couldn’t they just take her, fuck her, and abuse her. Why these deliberate efforts to inflict the deepest pain. “I don’t know. I don’t know why I left them.”

Quickly the General leaned forward and grabbed her throat with his huge hand and started to apply pressure. “That’s another fuckin lie!” he shouted. “You know goddamn well why you left your kids. Tell us!” He let her go.

It took several moments before the room stopped spinning and she found her voice, “I…I….left because I wanted to…to…belong to black men….wanted to be with them, to…to serve them. I couldn’t help it.”

“Now that’s an honest answer.” He grinned down at her but his eyes remained hard. She could see that he despised her. “So there’s two little kids somewhere probably askin daddy where’s mommy. Where is their mommy?

“In Florida.” The General made a gesture as if to smack her. She cringed and pulled back. “I’m sorry,” she said. “Their Mother is on her knees between Big Daddy and his friend the General.”

“What’s their mommy showin the two black men?”

“Her breasts. She’s showing them her breasts.”

“And why did their mommy just suck the General’s finger?”

“To clean it. To clean her…her secretions.” She noticed his quick frown. “I mean to clean her pussy juice from his finger.”

“Tell us. Would you rather be puttin your kids to bed right now or be where you is?”

She bowed her head and took a moment before answering. “I’d rather be where I am.”

“How about your black lover?” He turned toward Big Daddy, “What’s his name?”

“Travis.”

The General looked down on Maureen, “You rather be with your lover this Travis, or be here with us?”

Maureen knew the answer he wanted but couldn’t bring herself to say it. “If I had a choice, I’d rather be with Travis.”

General Shuka leaned over to whisper something to Big Daddy. She saw Big Daddy stiffen. He closed his eyes and took several moments before responding. With a deep sigh he nodded his head in agreement. The General stood and pulled a chair to where Maureen was kneeling. “You can sit between us and drink to our health and your own,” he said as he signaled to the serving girl. When Maureen was seated he turned to face her. She hated being close to him and hated even more having to look at him, at his bulging eyes, this flat nose, heavy jowls, and thick wet lips. She tried to look over his head but found herself drawn back to the hard penetrating eyes that seemed to look right through her. “Would you like to button your jacket?” he asked.

The question caught her by surprise. She wasn’t sure how she should answer. “Yes, please,” she said. He nodded. Quickly she closed the jacket so that her breasts were covered. “Thank you,” she said. The serving girl brought a tray on which were a full bottle of red wine and a glass filled with white wine. “Big Daddy told me you preferred chardonnay,” he said.

She forced a smile, “Yes, thank you.” She took the glass but didn’t drink. The two men poured red wine for themselves and held the glasses up to her. She lifted her glass to touch theirs.

“Before we drink,” the General said, “I have a request to make of…of….” he looked at Big Daddy.

“Mrs. O’Donnel,” Big Daddy said.

“Ah, yes the married Mrs. O’Donnel with two small children up there in Ohio.” He clinked his glass against hers. “Since you say you’ve left your family in order to belong to black men, let me say once more, I would like you to spend this night in bed with me. Will you do that?”

Maureen knew she couldn’t refuse. She bowed her head, “Yes,” she said softly.

“I’ll want you to worship my prick. Will your make love to my prick with your lovely mouth?”

The thought of spending the night with this gross monster sickened her but she had no choice. “Yes, I’ll do what you say.”

She was about to drink when he held up his hand. “On thing more. Will you lick my ass crack while you jerk me off and then open your mouth to drink my cum. Will you thank me and beg me to fuck your pretty white cunt?”

Maureen’s face reddened. She looked at Big Daddy pleading with her eyes but his face was impassive. She turned back to the General shaking her head, “Please, oh please General Shuka, I couldn’t. I really couldn’t do that.”

To her surprise he smiled. “Very well then,” he lifted his glass. All three of them drank. Suddenly, Maureen felt dizzy. The room began to spin. The last thing she remembered before passing out was seeing the General grinning at Big Daddy who wasn’t smiling back.

Chapter Nine

Maureen woke up fifteen hours later. Her head was pounding and her body ached everywhere. She was lying on a thin mattress that smelled of urine. Except for a filthy sheet that only partially covered her, she was naked. Her right wrist was shackled to the iron headboard of the narrow bed. Around her left ankle was a metal bracelet. This was attached by a short heavy chain to the footboard.

She looked wildly about. The room was an eight foot square. The walls were cinderblock. A single light bulb swung from the damp ceiling. Next to the bulb hung a large steel hook. It was attached to a pulley and thick ropes. These ropes ran through two additional pulleys and were attached to brackets on the side wall.

Taking up a major portion of the room was what appeared to be a very large galvanized tub three or four feet tall. It was situated on a wooden platform that had rollers at each corner. There were no windows. In the far wall was a solid gray metal door. In one corner was a small table, a mirror, a tin sink, and hole in the concrete floor. Coiled beside the sink was a length of hose. She noticed the red light of a tiny television camera anchored to the ceiling and facing the bed.

She tugged at her restraints and realized immediately that to struggle was useless. Her wrist and ankle were tightly secured. She had no idea where she was or how long she’d been unconscious. She remembered being brought to Big Daddy’s dining room to meet a gross general. She thought his name was Shuka. He’d proposed some kind of obscene toast and they drank. She couldn’t imagine this cinderblock cell being part of Big Daddy’s estate. It was hot and humid. Except for the dripping of the faucet into the tin sink, there were no sounds. The stench of the mattress and the soiled sheet made her stomach churn.

After what seemed like several hours, she heard voices on the other side of the metal door, then a key in the lock and the heavy door creaked open. She recognized the barrel-chested general immediately. On either side of him were two younger black men dressed in uniforms similar to his. Behind them came a very tall native African. His tiny eyes were set in deep sockets, his head skull-like, the skin stretched over protruding bones. A wide grin revealed a mouth of broken teeth. There was no change in his expression. The grin and the fixed, staring eyes seemed permanent, not quite human. His sinewy arms hung loosely at this sides. His legs were like sticks. Strange looking tattoos covered his long torso. Except for a beaded necklace, he was completely naked. His long ball sack and grotesquely long cock dangled between his skinny legs. The tip of his thin cock reached his knees. Maureen stared at him for several moments then quickly turned her head away.

General Shuka had come up to the side of her bed. “Ah!” he exclaimed, “the white American bitch seems to fancy our Buru. I’ve been told on good authority that the sight of a long black cock makes her hot and wet.” He leaned over the bed, “Are you hot and wet, bitch? Did staring at Buru’s prick get your juice flowing?” All three men laughed. Maureen pulled at her restraints and tried to turn her head away from the General’s leering face. He reached down and quickly pulled the sheet from the bed and threw it into a corner. “Spread your legs, bitch. Let’s see if you’re wet. Play with your cunt!”

She turned back to glare at him, her eyes filled with hatred and rage. Suddenly her willing submissiveness disappeared. “I’m an American citizen! Kidnapping an American citizen is a crime and by God I’m going to see that you pay for it. Now, release me, you goddamn make-believe general!”

Shuka nodded at the two men. One grabbed her unshackled wrist and the other her free leg. They held her down spread-eagled on the bed. General Shuka pulled a stool over to the foot of the bed and stood on it looking down at her. He unzipped his pants and took out his fat limp cock. “In my youth,” he said, “I could piss over a bus. Can’t do that anymore, but let’s see if the fucking American citizen wants to open her mouth to yell while I’m pissing in her face!”

Maureen’s eyes widened. She struggled twisting her head from side to side. “No!” she started to cry when the general’s hot yellow stream hit her face, and her hair. She clamped her mouth and eyes shut, but the taste of his urine was on her lips and the stench of it filled her nose. He directed his stream to her nipples, which hardened immediately causing the three men to laugh. When he finished, her face and body were soaked with his piss. He tucked his cock back into his pants and stepped down from the stool.

“You filthy pig!” she shouted. “Travis will kill you!”

The General winked at the two men who still held Maureen down, “This Travis she speaks of is her black bull who lives in a place called Ohio in the States.” The two men laughed. The General pointed at Maureen, “You’re stud Travis gonna have to be a big man to do that. Do you know where you’re at?”

“It doesn’t matter. He’ll find you. He’ll bring the police, the FBI…”

He cut her off, “You’re in Nigeria, bitch. There ain’t no police except me. There ain’t no FBI. Your lover don’t know where you’re at and couldn’t come here even if he did.”

Maureen felt as if she’d been kicked in the stomach. Her mounting anger was now coupled with fear. It seemed that Big Daddy had given or sold her to this monster. It was true that her fascination with black men had become an addiction, but since she’d first met Travis nothing had been truly forced upon her, not even the night with Sam. She had made the choices. Some of those choices proved to be wrong, but at least she had made them. But she had no choice in this, none at all. She was somewhere in Africa, chained to a urine soaked bed, subject to the will of a sadistic Cretan. The only choice left was to give in or resist. She held back the tears that had formed and looking straight at the General said, “You are the ugliest man I have ever seen and the most cowardly.”