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                             Terror in the Country
                                       By
                                   Arc Light
     
      Bob Hardy and his wife Gretchen had just arrived at their hideaway cabin
next to Shawnee National Forest in Southern Illinois. The cabin was secluded
and no expense was spared in the decor and furnishings. The two had just had a
baby four weeks ago and this was their first getaway without the young child.

      Bob was one of the landed gentry from the small community where they came
from and Gretchen was the thing of beauty for the community to behold. Bob was
of slight build and had always been pampered and received the best that the
privileged class could lay before his well manicured feet.

      Gretchen, a small petite brunette, with deep green eyes and a near
perfect body had regained her beautiful proportions after the child birth. She
had chosen to breast feed her new child and brought a breast pump to the cabin
to continue the process.

      Although her husband wanted to begin their lovemaking during this get
away Gretchen would have nothing to do with him. In fact Gretchen had again
started to take birth control pills again; and like many wives had a "constant
headache."

      Unknown to the young couple in the luxurious cabin only a short distance
away two criminals were surveying their next score.

      Malcolm, six feet eight inches of pure Black muscle and Sona, six feet
four inches of Black beauty knew they had to drop from sight. Several law
enforcement agencies were desperately looking for the pair for a brutal murder
and robbery in the Windy City of Chicago.

      The two chose to sleep in the van that they had stolen during their
escape and make their move to the luxury neighborhood which was only a few
hundred yards away.

      As the sun rose at dawn through the trees Gretchen pulls her long lean
body to the edge of the bed. The movement awakens her sleeping partner who
reaches for his lovely wife. Grabbing her by the leg he tries to drag her back
into the warm covers of their bed.

      "Bob, leave me alone. You know it is too soon to make love. Don't get
your love muscle worked up because I don't intend to make love to you," states
Gretchen matter of factly as she continues her journey.

      As the lovely vision leaves the room Bob mutters under his breath,
"Fucking Bitch."

      Gretchen showers and precedes to start breakfast as her husband finishes
his shower and comes into the kitchen with only the wet towel wrapped around
his lean torso.

      Just as Bob enters the kitchen area there is a hard knock on the door
which startles both of the beautiful people.

      Both wonder who in the world would be calling at their secluded cabin. It
was over fifteen miles from the nearest highway. Gretchen wearing her husband's
white dress shirt and loose fitting blue jeans walks over to the door. Looking
through the window she sees the largest Black man she has ever seen. Although
apprehensive she quietly opened the door.

      "Yes, may I help you?" she offers.

      Pushing the door open he saunters in and looks around. Bob starts to come
into the living room from the kitchen and has a worried look on his face.

      "Please, may I help you with something?" Gretchen again offers.

      Ignoring her offer he continues to look around the expensively decorated
cabin. He walks over to the kitchen and looks at the bacon and eggs cooking on
the stove. "I'm hungry, finish cooking breakfast," the huge Black orders.

      "Just a damn minute here. Who the hell do you think you are?" questions
the suddenly angry Bob.

      The Black turns and walks toward Bob coming to stop directly in front of
him. Looking down at the five foot eleven inch shivering half naked man his
lips turn up in a mean sneer. Bob who is quickly losing his nerve starts to
look up but as the fear spreads throughout his body silently lets his eyes
focus on the huge mans chest and they continue the journey to the floor.

      Malcolm quickly realizes that he has suddenly achieved the advantage over
his shivering opponent. He steps closer and the once questioning Bob steps back
keeping his eyes to the ground.

      "What's wrong yuppie. You don't seem quite so self assured," taunts
Malcolm.

      Bob continues to back up and turns his face even more downward, fearful
of the situation that is developing.

      The Black backhands him across the face cutting his lip and causing him
to cower even more against the kitchen wall. The sudden violence against her
husband causes Gretchen to grasp bringing her hands to her face. She looks
towards the door but makes no move to escape.

      As Bob rubs his split lip he sobs, "Please don't hit me again."

      "Why would I want to hit a little pussy like you?" Malcolm laughs.

      The huge Black takes another step towards the defeated man and places his
huge paw on the man's nipple twisting it viciously. He laughs as Bob tries to
back away even more but is even now against the kitchen wall. "Don't play hard
to get Honkey. I be giving you something you can tell all your friends about,"
the Black continues to taunt.

      "I told you I'm hungry Bitch. You best be getting to the stove to fill my
belly or I find something else to do" he orders as he looks towards the
terrified young wife. Gretchen hurriedly walks to the stove and fixes the now
nearly burnt bacon. She is too terrified to look back over her shoulder to see
what humiliation her husband is being forced to endure.

      The whimpering young attorney is reaching the limits of his ability to
cope as the huge Black lets his right hand slowly drop down his tight stomach
to wear the towel is tied together in front. "No. Please" is all he can manage.

      The huge hand unties the loosely fitting towel and it drops to the floor
leaving Bob standing naked in front of the huge tormenting Black intruder. His
hand continues to drop and he firmly grasps Bob's cock in his hand giving it a
tight squeeze. A loud laugh comes from his lips; "You don't have much of a
manhood do you Honkey?" Grasping Bob's shriveled cock even tighter he asks the
question again looking right into Bob's terrified eyes; "Well, Do You?"

      "No," comes the meek reply.

      The Black grabs the terrified attorney by the shoulder and swings him
around. Pulling a pair of handcuffs he quickly puts the yuppies hands into the
constricting device and shoves him against the wall. He then walks around the
table and arranges two chairs so that they are against the wall and about three
feet apart.

      "Up on the chairs asshole," he commands Bob.

      Bob awkwardly steps up on the chairs and as he starts to stand upright
the Black kicks the chairs even further apart causing the relatively short man
to be spreadeagled even more.

      Laughing Malcolm turns back to the beautiful Gretchen who has completed
the bacon and eggs. She is too terrified to turn and look at the ordeal her
husband is being forced to endure.

      Malcolm walks around the to other side of the table and throws his huge
leg over the chair as he sits down. While seated he is still as tall as the
petite young housewife. Quietly she scrapes the bacon and eggs onto the plate
of her tormentor. She is careful to not look into his eyes and she feels she
would totally break down.

      "Get me some coffee, okay" he snorts at his terrified captive.

      Gretchen turns and brings the coffee pot and pours the tormentor a cup of
coffee.

      "Cream?" he orders.

      "I'm sorry, we don't have any," she silently mumbles.

      Looking offended he stands up causing the chair to fall to the floor. He
turns and faces the terrified young wife.

      She tries to look at his face but can't bring herself to accomplish a
seemingly simple task. She trembles standing before him looking at the
ludicrous site of her husband standing spreadeagled on two chairs with his
hands handcuffed behind him.

      The huge Black man looks down at the terrified rich white housewife. He
places the fingers of his huge hand on the top button of the shirt and starts
to undo the constricting device. Gretchen is still holding the coffee pot and
starts trembling as the fingers manipulate the button from the hole. "Please,
no, no, no, no," she softly moans.

      The first button is undone and the long thick fingers slide down to the
next button and hole. Gretchen continues to softly moan while the buttons are
undone, one by one. Her arm becomes tired as she still holds the coffee pot.

      After a seemingly eternity the shirt is finally open from the top to the
bottom. The Black uses his hands to open the shirt and pushes the sleeves back
on Gretchen's arms. Gretchen is wearing a white lace bra and Malcolm massages
each of the nipples in turn with his huge hands causing the swollen nipples to
start dripping their precious supply of white discharge. As he continues his
skillful manipulation of the breasts through the lace of the frilly bra he
becomes amused at the distress he is causing his beautiful captive.

      He reaches into the white fabric and gently tugs a perfectly proportioned
breast over the top of the frilly confines of the bra. As he massages the orb
it continues to drip an ever abundant supply of life giving nutrition. Malcolm
pulls the frightened and humiliated wife over to the table and continues to
milk the pert milk engorged breasts. As he reaches the table he bends the wife
towards the waiting cup of coffee and massages a steady flow of fluid from the
breast.

      Even after milking a more than ample supply of fluid from the breast the
Black continues to milk and massage the orb until a steady stream is filling
the cup to overflow.

      Reaching for an eight once glass he gives the humiliated housewife
another command; "Fill the glass up," he mocks.

      "I can't," protests Gretchen.

      "You don't got any choice sweet cheeks," taunts the smirking Black.

      Totally humiliated Gretchen puts the pot down and starts to milk each of
her breasts vainly trying to fill the large glass. As she labors to fulfill the
Black's last order he casually starts eating the breakfast she originally fixed
for her husband who is standing spreadeagled above the two participants in the
Black's ongoing game of domination.

      As she stoops over the glass trying to make every drop fulfill the
impossible task he reaches up and pulls the shirt from her arms one at a time.
The bra is the next item removed. Gretchen is concentrating on the last order
given trying to not think of the next humiliation that she is sure will come
shortly.

      A tinge of fear runs through her as the Black reaches around her stomach
and searches for the button on the loose fitting blue jeans. She inhales and
the long fingers search for their goal. Tears start clouding her eyes as she
forces from her mind the Black's next goal, the next humiliation that he is
contemplating on making her endure.

      Malcolm finally reaches his goal and unbuttons the jeans. He then slowly
drags the zipper downward and it reaches its southernmost point the jean flop
open. He gently tugs the jeans over the succulent hips and thighs of the
beautiful young white woman.

      "Please, I've just had a baby. I'm not yet healed. Please, stop. Don't
make me do anything more" begs the young Gretchen as she steps out of the
jeans. Gretchen backs away from Malcolm and keeps her eyes pointed downward in
shame.

      "The panties okay," comes the direct command.

      "No. Have Mercy. My pussy is still so sore and you would rip my
stitches," begs Mrs. Hardy.

      "I told you to lose the panties. Don't make me tell you again you
sniveling bitch" confirms Malcolm.

      With downcast eyes Gretchen puts her thumbs in the panties and lets them
slide down the long beautiful gams of their owner. She stands before her
tormentor with her panties in her hands and her succulent breasts continuing to
ooze her milky discharge. The clear fluid drips downs her flat tummy into the
sparsely covered love mound that she is so terrified will be ravaged.

      "Bring them to daddy little okay" Malcolm continues to mock.

      Gretchen slowly shuffles the two or three paces to the huge Black and
hands her precious white french cut silk panties to the Black. The Black takes
the panties and runs the soft fabric over his four day old beard and deeply
inhales the fragrant scent.

      Throwing the panties on the table he inserts his legs between her knees
and slowly opens his legs forcing Gretchen to spread her legs at the same time.
Terrified to the point of tears she again begs the Black man who is forcing her
legs apart, "Please, God, don't do this. You will tear me apart."

      Enjoying the domination that he is exerting over the two white captives
the Black pours some honey found on the table into a bowl and dips his right
index finger into the bowl.

      He gently inserts the honey coated finger into the tight slit of Gretchen
and massages the blood engorged clit being careful to not insert the finger up
the precious canal. As he continually rubs the clit, reapplying the slick honey
syrup every few minutes Gretchen is becoming more and more aroused; while
fearing that if she loses control she will be torn apart by the Black's massive
man weapon.

      Gretchen is slowly losing control of the gently swaying hips as the Black
continues his sensual massaging of her love button. The humiliated husband
stares in fascination as he watches a stranger finger fuck his wife before his
eyes while he stands above the two participants in his ludicrous position. As
he becomes absorbed in the Black's hands massaging the clit of his near perfect
wife the door of the get away cabin swings open.

      Sona, Sister Sona, sensuously sways towards the participants in the
kitchen of the luxurious cabin. She is amused at the husband's ridiculous
position trying to maintain his balance. She is immediately aware of the hard
on the white yuppie is sporting; and of the delicate features and light hair
covering his nude body.

      The petite wife does not notice the tall and dominant Black beauty enter
her home. She is completely absorbed by the magic finger massaging her blood
engorged clit. Sister Sona walks up behind the gently swaying woman and
casually looks over her shoulder while the wife continues to sway back and
forth; her legs on the outside of the Black giant seated at the table.

      Sister Sona walks around the table until she is directly in front of Bob.
She reaches out with her right hand and grabs the rock hard cock. She milks the
hard cock trying to get a reaction from the shivering pampered white man. The
massaging has the desired effect until she grabs the cock and pulls the
terrified man from the chair. He tumbles awkwardly on the floor and Sister Sona
mocks him. "Get up you piece of shit."

      He struggles to his feet and she leads him directly behind his swaying
wife. "Tell the Little White Princess to kiss Malcolm. Tell the bitch to use
her tongue to excite him; you worthless bastard." orders Sona.

      Looking at his excited wife Bob utters, "Please Gretchen, kiss the Black
man. Stick your tongue in him. I don't want to get hurt" pleads Bob.

      Gretchen who is nearing her orgasm due to the continual and constant
gentle motion of the Black Man's finger totally disgusted by the obscene
behavior of her spoiled husband. He would have her degrade herself just to
insure that he would not be hurt.

      Her mind swaying because of the events of the last hour bends towards the
smiling Black man, closes her eyes and lets her tongue gently slide from her
brightly colored lips. The Black leans back and lets the lips, the tongue find
the cavern of his mouth. He enjoys the gentle probing of her tongue.

      As the tongue seeks out his mouth he increases the tempo of his stroking
of her hardened clit. Her hips gyrate at an ever faster pace as the his finger
and her tongue reach the point of orgasm at the same time.

      She screams her release as a warm fluid floods over his hand and is mixed
with the honey. As she falls across his now nearly prone body his hands reach
up to cup the tight ass of his latest victim. He has won the first battle of
her being and he knows that his pleasure is only a short time away. She wraps
her arms around his broad shoulders and raises up to give him another deep
french kiss for the pleasure that he has bestowed on her pleasure seeking body.

      Bob watches in unbelief as his wife continues to kiss and writhe on the
hard tight body of the Black man who has invaded his home.

      Sister Sona laughs in his face. "Your wife seems to like what Malcolm has
to offer. Not that little twig of yours. Look at how your sperm drips from the
end like it doesn't have the manhood to thrust into a woman's pussy. You
fucking wimp. I think I'm going to turn you into a lady. Then you wouldn't have
to act like a man. You could lay back and have Malcolm stick his long Black
dick into your miserable body. Would you like that Bobbie?"

      Bob (now Bobbie) can do nothing but hang his head and drop his eyes to
the floor. He becomes confused because his dick starts to harden again as
Sister Sona humiliates him even more.

      Sister Sona picks Gretchen's white lacy panties from the table and places
the garment on Bobbie head like a hat.

      Sister Sona undoes a dog collar she has around her boot and secures the
collar around her latest plaything. She then undoes her belt and inserts the
end through an eyelet in the collar.

      "Bobbie and I are going upstairs. He has to shave the hair off his body
before I can start my conversion. We'll be back later. I think you will like
what I have to show you," stated matter of factly Sister Sona.

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