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                                  Trish Sagat
                                  Chapter One
                                       by
                                   Arc Light

      Trish Sagat looked out over the crowded Freshman High School English
class...  The majority of the students were poor; Black; and did not want to be
here.  But for that matter Trish did not want to be her either.

      Mrs. Thomas Sagat had just left her husband of five years....  The couple
fortunately did not have any children and it was Trish's spoiled personality
that had caused the split.  She was in love with her own beauty... and cared
for only her self. Her former husband; courtesy of the Judge captivated by
Trish's beauty will be paying dearly over the years for the moments of pleasure
he was able to steal from the self absorbed beauty.

      Trish gazed over the class and quickly picked out the worst of the
trouble makers....  Jimmy Washington,  a muscular Black boy had the attention
of most of the class; especially his female classmates; the Black ones as well
as the White girls who lusted after his muscular body.  He was going to be
trouble.. the talk in the teacher's lounge had labeled him as the largest drug
dealer in the school; a reputation well earned.  Most of the teachers and
administrators treated the brutal young man with very tender loving care....

      Trish decided that the best course of action would be to let the young
Black student disrupt her class... she was not prepared to reprimand him at
this stage of her fledgling career at the new school.  And there was another
reason; a hidden reason.  Trish had moved back home with her divorced mother
and her older spoiled brother.  There was the reason.... her brother was
totally addicted to crack.  Her mother had funded his addiction so far; another
woman that benefitted from a good divorce lawyer and a sympathetic judge.

      She loved her brother... not as much as she loved herself but she
promised her mother that she would try and locate another source of her
brother's drugs; one which hopefully would be less expensive.  Nothing in her
pampered well to do background had ever prepared her for this; to ask a Black
punk drug dealer for drugs.....

      As her class mercifully ended Trish in her most demanding voice announced
to the class....  "Jimmy Washington.. you have been disruptive in this class.
You will stay after class and we will discuss your behavior."

      The stern voice and the direct matter at which she addressed the subject
caught the entire class off-guard; especially Jimmy.  Rather than be concerned
with the five foot seven inch; twenty-eight year old blonde beauty Jimmy merely
stared intently at the pretty teacher.....

      After the students had left the room she walked to the door which she
shut securely.  Nervously she turned to the smug Black face intently staring at
her. Her voice seemed high and shrill when she first spoke, "Jimmy.....  I have
heard that you may have something that my brother needs very badly.."

      Jimmy's face turned away from his stern "kiss my ass" look to a
semi-puzzled inquisitive look...  "What be it that you wanting pretty teacher?"
he responded.

      Trish was nervously fidgeting...wringing her pretty hands and looking at
the floor...  "My brother... is addicted to crack..  Until my mother and I can
get him into a treatment program I need to purchase some...." she nearly
whispered.

      The revelation of the pretty teacher changed Jimmy's attitude changed
completely.  He slouched further into his seat and let his eyes inventory the
pretty teacher standing nervously before him.  She wore a conservative blue
skirt that came to her knees... a white cotton blouse that was just barely too
tight and three inch black heels...  Although her breasts were not large he
could tell they were firm and defied gravity....  He could tell something else
about the teacher... a trait that he had quickly picked up in his years on the
street.  He sensed her fear... her dread...  "This little White woman is going
to be on the end of my Black cock...." was the one thought that swirled through
his mind...

      "Well Teach... Let me put it this way...  I guess I could find what yo
brother be needing... if you are on the level.." he stated looking at the
fidgeting blonde teacher.

      "Uh.....  Do you have it on you?" she asked.

      Laughing he wondered if the new blonde teacher had any sense.  "No
Teach... I don't like it a whole lot when the security guards frisk me...  Tell
you what...  Meet me in the boiler room at 4:30 after everybody bugs...  I'll
have what you need... You best be having $ 50.00...  Dig?"

      The tense teacher merely shook her head...  The price was considerably
less that what her mother had been paying... She stood silently as Jimmy walked
by her and casually brushed his hard muscled arm against her tender White
breast.. He smiled as he continued his journey out the vacant room. His
thoughts turned to the soft breast that he rubbed up against..... "Yes.. this
be some fine split tail...  I be enjoying this afternoon..."

      The rest of the day passed slowly..  apprehension nearly paralyzed the
young teacher.  But at long last the last bell of the day rang and the students
and teachers quickly departed the building....  Trish sat quietly at her desk
watching the second hand slowly force the time to the 4:25..  She rose and
walked down the deserted halls until she was at the boiler room door.  Looking
around she saw no one and this simple fact caused another wave of fear travel
through her trembling body. She slowly pushed open the large metal door and
walked forward.  The room was dimly lit and she tried to adjust her eyes to the
stark room....  She stood at the plateau and tried to focus...  At long last
she found a dark figure standing in the corner.  "Jimmy.... Is that You?" she
questioned....

      The dark figure merely stood silently not speaking.

      Trish found her nipples harden as the tenseness of her predicament nearly
overcame her.  She slowly walked one step forward and again called out,
"Jimmy... is that you?"

      The dark figure finally walked forward into the dingy light...  Jimmy's
muscular frame was quickly visible under his black leather jacket.  "Come here
Teach," he arrogantly spoke in his dark forbidding tone...

      Trish felt her muscles tighten... but she had no choice. Her brother
needed his fix... and she wanted to escape this dark chamber as soon as
possible.  She felt her three inch black patent leather heels click against the
metal grating as she slowly walked to the handrail.  Carefully she walked down
the seven or eight metal steps; fear congregating in her throat.  She hoped
that she would be able to go through with the purchase..

      At long last she was nervously standing before the Black high school
Freshman....  He enjoyed her terror; he thrived on the anxiety exhibited by the
pretty blonde teacher...

      "You wearing a wire teach?" he asked...

      "A wire?" Trish answered somewhat puzzled.

      "Yeah, Teach... a wire... a recorder...  You look way to pure and
innocent to really want to score a cube of crack Teach....   Before we go on...
I will have to pat you down... Just to make sure you ain't got no wire...
Understand?"

      Trish finally understood what the Black boy was referring to... he
thought that she might be working for the police and trying to set him up...
Nervously she answered, "Yes.... I guess I understand..."

      Jimmy was amused....  He walked the several steps and casually put his
hand on her left breast...  He felt her gasp... but she did not pull away....
"I be enjoying this little White bitch," he thought to himself.  His hand then
followed the white lacy bra to the other center of pleasure...  He casually
cradled the tender soft breast...  Trish's deep emerald eyes closed as the
teenage Black boy continued to "pat her down"....  she felt her nipples
harden... and she felt the beginnings of dew form between her long pretty White
legs....

      "Turn around and put your hands on the workbench," Jimmy ordered.

      Trish although apprehensive meekly complied.

      Jimmy allowed another moment to pass before reaching his large Black hand
down to her knee...  He then slowly; almost agonizingly slowly slid his hand up
the inside of her skirt...  He pulled the skirt up with his hand and looked
down at the back of Trish's beautiful nylon covered thighs... Jimmy enjoyed the
warm satin touch of the pretty White thighs....  She wore pantyhose which Jimmy
didn't like but he enjoyed the touch.... and he enjoyed her trembling as he
casually stroked her warm thighs.  As his Black hand became unseen under her
skirt he felt her skin become even more heated...  He knew that when his finger
brushed against the panty covered pussy lips he would feel moisture... and he
wasn't disappointed.  Jimmy's index finger lingered at her opening.....  he
brushed the tip against her hardening little clit... He felt the terrorized
young teacher as she tensed at his casual inspection...

      When his hand was removed he could still see the heavy breathing of the
teacher.... the teacher that was here alone with him this afternoon...  He
enjoyed her fear... he fed on her fear....

      He stood watching the tight ass of the pretty teacher... Finally she rose
and after catching her breath she reached for her purse... "You said the crack
would be fifty dollars?" she quietly asked.

      Jimmy had pulled a small mirror and was casually cutting up some coke....
Trish observed what he was doing... she had seen the sequence in the movies but
had never actually seen any up close...

      After completing his task he turned to Trish....  "You have to prove to
me you ain't the pigs...."  He took a small straw and indicated to her that she
should suck the white powder into her nostrils....  Trish hesitated... looking
into Jimmy's stern face..

      "I've never.... please don't make me..." she innocently pleaded..

      Jimmy's face was a Black mask of mastery...  there would be no
reprieve... no resistance tolerated by the Black drug dealer.

      Sensing that she had no options... Trish meekly stepped forward and
sucked the white powder deep into her brain... the mixture was highly potent
and she felt the wave of euphoria consume her being...  She floated... carefree
in the boiler room with the Black teen age boy... her new dealer.  As she
floated in space she felt his Black hands again rubbed  her chest... and fell
to her tight tummy...  Trish stood silently as the pleasant sensations
enveloped her body.. and her mind..

      Jimmy enjoyed his new plaything.  She would be useful for him....   He
would enjoy sticking his long Black cock up her tender and seldom used little
chamber of lust... but not today. There would be plenty of time to capture the
pretty blonde teacher that was slowly drifting in a pleasure zone made possible
by the potent chemical that she just inhaled....

      As she came back to earth he handed her the crack so desperately craved
by her junkie brother.  He brushed her long blonde hair from her face...  "When
you need more... you tell me..."  He then turned and quickly walked out the
door.  Trish was still flying.... the coke was potent...  She sit on a dirty
chair and allowed her mind to slowly return to normal.

      During the next two weeks she met Jimmy on at least five occasions...  On
each occasion he made her inhale her coke... and on each occasion he stroked
her internal fires.  He did not breed her... there would be time for that.  He
wanted to make her "need" her fix...just as her junkie brother did.  He could
tell her resistance was fading.. she was not addicted after merely five times
but she was becoming far easier to persuade......  On three occasions Jimmy had
a colleague record the transaction... and the pretty teacher as she leaned
forward to indulge her new hobby.....

      Several days later Trish's brother begged her for another fix... she
reluctantly agreed to provide her brother a temporary relief to his pain...
When she discreetly handed Jimmy a note he nodded his understanding...  At four
thirty however another Black student was at her door....  "Jimmy wants for you
to meet him at his apartment...  it's in the project... here be the
address...."

      Trish was understandably distressed at the new and potentially dangerous
change of address for her drug deal... She looked into the smirking Black face;
and then remembered the tortured pleas of her brother...

      The Black student smiled.... and then offered his assistance.  "I could
take you to see Jimmy.  After you make your buy I'll bring you back..."

      Trish weighed the proposal.  She did not want to go the another location;
especially the Black projects.  It would be dark several hours from now and she
knew a White woman in that neighborhood would be very vulnerable...  However
she did not want to drive to some unknown occasion completely alone.  Neither
of the options were palatable and she cursed Jimmy under her breath.  "Damn
him.... why can't he just come to the school and make it easy on me?"

      However Jimmy's and Trish's objectives were diametrically opposed....
Jimmy had plans of his own... Tonight was the night that the innocent blue eyed
teacher was to be introduced to his long hard cock....


                               Trish's Submission
                                  Chapter Two
                                  by Arc Light

      "You will bring me back here to the school?" Trish innocently asked
Jimmy's waiting accomplice..

      "Yes Ma'am..  Soon as you buy Jimmy's drugs I bring you right back," he
promised....

      Trish made a very fateful decision...  a decision that she would soon
regret...

      She followed the young Black boy to his beat up car... and slid into the
dirty seat beside him... He smiled as he watched her short white skirt ride up
her delightful thighs showing him some pretty thigh....  Although they were
covered by Trish's pantyhose her pretty legs brought a big smile to the young
Black boy....  He suspected with good reason that tonight was the night that
the pretty blonde teacher would be introduced to Black cock....

      His smile covered his face as he sped towards the dark hole called the
Projects......  Trish observed the smiling quiet boy...  She felt apprehensive
as he so callously looked at her legs.  Self consciously she tugged at the too
short skirt...

      Her apprehension did not subside when she first saw the run down
buildings of "The Project".  Trish had never seen a more depressing location.
It looked like it more appropriately belonged in some third world country.
Trash littered the barren ground that surrounded the dull concrete buildings
where it appeared that at least one third of the windows were broken...  As she
followed the small Black boy she nearly had to run; which was very difficult in
her four inch heels.  The boy was enjoying the pace that he was making the
teacher match...  Running up the four flights of stairs in heels caused Trish
to be completely winded when at long last she was standing in front of a heavy
steel door....  "Jimmy be there..." stated the smiling Black boy.  He then
turned and gave a secret knock... then opened the door and waving in arm in a
mock salute ushered the heavy breathing and fear laden women into the small
apartment.

      As the door swung open the first sensation that nearly overcame the young
blonde teacher was the unique and unpleasant smell of her new environment.  As
with most public housing projects the firs item to fail in the plumbing and
room smelled of that defect.  Jimmy was casually sitting on a dirty sofa
opposite the door.

      Trish was startled as the heavy metal door slammed behind her....  She
was noticeably frightened at the depressing circumstance that had carried her
here. She stood with her small purse clutched before her...  She wore a short,
tight white skirt; white cotton blouse....For some reason that fully escaped
her at this moment she also chose to wear an underwire push up bra; and thong
panties...  Her pantyhose  were pulled tight and highlighted her long pretty
legs; especially with the short white skirt.

      Trish's fear and trepidation increased with each second that passed.
Jimmy fed on her unease... on her mental terror.

      "Show me what you brought me Teach," was his casual comment....

      Trish fumbled in her purse until she found the crisp fifty dollar bill.
Not knowing what to do she placed her offering on a broken end table where
Jimmy had placed his Nike Covered feet.

      Jimmy made a dramatic gesture of looking at the offered money....  "It
ain't enough teach... not this time," were the harsh brutal words....

      Trish started noticeably fidgeting....  The fear was an ingredient... but
she also found that her body had become accustomed to a noseful of coke to ease
her anxiety during these moments in the transaction..  She felt herself
continually shift her weight from one foot to the other.  "I..uh....  don't
know what you mean Jimmy...  Can I have my line... to sort of help me a little"
she nervously asked...

      Jimmy had a stern mask covering his Black face... there was not the usual
friendly banter...  "Coke cost money.... YOU got any more money Teach?"

      Trish was becoming very uneasy at the dramatically changing scenario that
was developing...  Fidgeting in her purse she found another twenty three
dollars....

      Jimmy merely held his hand out as Trish obediently handed over her last
twenty three dollars...  she meekly then stepped back...  Jimmy looked at the
rumpled bills...  He then looked up at the obviously frightened teacher and put
on his "mean" mask....  "I don't go no coke teach... but I have something that
you will like even better...  but first.... its time I see those little White
titties that you have been teasing me with."

      Trish's delicate hands immediately went to her chest.... dropping her
purse to the floor....  "No... No Jimmy...  I told you....  I won't tolerate
you touching me.. or.... or....."  her voice trembled as she tried to instill
some small measure of authority back into the deteriorating situation facing
her....

      Jimmy reached into his jean pockets and retrieved an eight inch knife
which he flicked open....  Without looking up he started cleaning his
fingernails....  "Teach; you ain't got many options.  And all of them are
bad...  You either lose the blouse and bra and show me your pretty little
titties or you turn your Lilly White ass and get the hell out of my
apartment....  The school is just four miles due South...  I'm sure a smart
White girl like yourself will have no trouble walking home...  You best be
making yo decision...  you don't have much time...."

      The words slammed into the pretty White teacher like a truck load of
bricks....  The options were quickly analyzed..... there were no options.  Both
Trish and Jimmy understood that.....  At the same moment of recognition of that
cold brutal fact Trish also remembered that she was no longer on any type of
birth control...  She understood; vividly that Jimmy was planning on fucking
her....  she tried to reason that there may be a chance that he would not breed
her.... but the self delusion was short lived....

      Jimmy could see the anxiety in his prey.... and understood that when your
victim is at her weakest you pounce... allowing for no reprieve... no delay in
her surrender. "You best be making your decision... Either lose your blouse and
bra or get your bony ass out my apartment....  Either way you DO IT NOW...."

      With fright showing across her pretty face Trish slowly unbuttoned her
white cotton blouse...  with each button undone she sensed that her submission
was traveling far faster than her ability to cope....  She pulled her blouse
from her skirt and finished the last button.  She looked down at her tormentor
who was still casually cleaning his fingernails with the long vicious knife.
Without waiting for the words she let the blouse drop from her shoulders to the
dirty hard floor at her feet.... With her breathing becoming labored she
unsnapped her bra and bringing her shoulders together let the protective
covering join the blouse.  Instinctively she covered her small firm 34 B
breasts with her delicate fingers....

      When she looked down Jimmy was casually waving the knife back and
forth...."Move the hands bitch....."

      Trish felt her face blush as she let her arms fall to her side.  She
stared at the window.... and the late afternoon sun... she could not bear to
look into the smirking Black face of her ....... tormentor.......

      "Do you know what be happening tonight Teach?" Jimmy asked..

      "I.... uh.....I think I can guess....." was her whispered answer....

      Her hesitation... her soft answer confirmed to Jimmy that her fear...
fear of what was to come was instilled into her mind....  Jimmy thrived on the
moment that conquest was his... and both he and Trish understood that Trish had
just surrendered...

      "When be the last time you were bred White girl?" he callously asked....

      The question had it's intended effect.  Trish knew she was about to
submit either willingly or by force to Jimmy's growing Black manhood....  "My
husband and I made love about two months ago right before I left him..." she
honestly answered.

      A smile crept over the Black face.....  "Two months without any cock... I
guess you might be needing a little nigger cock to make your little pussy feel
right again," he mocked....

      Trish could say nothing... she continued to fidget... her drug need
starting to appear....

      "Sit on that chair... Put yo pretty long White legs on the arm rests...."
came the next sharp order....

      The order was humiliating for a shy young wife... but there was no play
in refusal...  Jimmy had never been violent... but he had never been this close
to fucking the innocent White wife either...  Lust can turn ugly at a moments
notice...

      Submissively Trish obeyed the Black teen age boy... She seated herself
and then raised her long legs so that they rested on the arm rests on both side
of her...  She knew that the position was obscene but she also could see the
lustful glare in the dark eyes of her tormentor.....  His Black cock was
starting to tent the front of his jeans....

      By raising her legs the short white skirt was pushed back to her waist...
Her panty and pantyhose covered crush was visible to the lustful Black eyes of
the Black drug dealer.... He slowly rose and picking something up from the sofa
kicked the end table aside.  The violent action startled Trish.... but she
meekly remained spread and open for the Black boy....

      He fell to the floor before the widely spread White legs of his latest
plaything..... his teacher...  He roughly pinched the nylon together on her
upper left thigh causing her to flinch..... he then rapidly slashed with his
knife and ripped the nude covered nylon... causing it to run down her pretty
leg.....  Trish gasped at the suddenness of the action and stared with
frightened eyes at the Black boy kneeling before her widely splayed legs....

      Jimmy let the knife caress her pouting and wet crotch....  "Was your man
good...  did he make you feel good when he took you?"

      The frightened teacher meekly shook her head... small tears were running
down her cheeks...  the simplicity of his conquest was building the boy's self
confidence.  Here spread before him was his White teacher; a woman at least
twelve years his senior....  he felt his long Black cock harden....  his pre
cum had already soaked the front of his jeans...  He could see by the stainless
steel blade that Trish's precious lubricant was also freely soaking her crotch
covering.

      From seemingly nowhere Jimmy raised a hypodermic needle filled with a
dull brownish orange fluid...  He pushed the plunger forcing a drop of the
fluid to exit the sharp tip....  Trish stared in terror at the needle...

      "Please Jimmy... oh God NO...NO..." she pleaded....

      He placed the tip of the needle at the torn opening of her pantyhose.....
Before pressing the sharp tip into her White flesh Jimmy looked up in the
terror stricken face of the pretty blonde teacher... Her eyes were wide...

      "Do you want me to fuck you Teach...  Tell me bitch " he asked.

      Trish tried to focus.....  the words would not form... her mind returned
to the fact that she was not on birth control.. but she also could feel her
soaked panties....  she wanted the long Black cock offered by the Black
teenager... she just didn't want to become pregnant.....

      Both Trish and Jimmy watched as the needle was pressed against the soft
White skin....  Trish felt pressure... and then the sharp tip bit the skin... a
droplet of her red blood forming near the puncture point.....  The fluid pumped
into her vein was immediate....  Trish felt a warm feeling overwhelm her tired
and frighten mind....  the fluid brought a gentle calmness that allowed her to
relax.... to rest her blonde head against the back of the dirty chair.....

      Jimmy looked up into her face as he continued to pump the addictive and
potent drug into the White teacher's vein.... he could sense the temporary
serenity that came over the pretty teacher....  He also understood the craving
that her body would shortly require...  The heroin would make the pretty
teacher his little plaything for a long time.... or at least until he got tired
of planting his seed into her tight little slit.

      As the last of the fluid was extracted from the small opening in the
needle he reached up and tenderly stroked her opening....  Self consciously she
spread herself to enjoy the gentle caress... it brought pleasure to her
neglected little pussy....  she softly moaned as he continued to play with her
leaking little opening....  He pulled the needle from the White skin and seen
her red blood immediately start to close the puncture....

      Her mind seemed to drift.... she was riding on a drug induced cloud but
it felt relaxing...  she opened her legs wider when she felt the Black fingers
gently probe against her pantyhose covered little pussy... the sensation felt
pleasant and she wished she did not have the obstruction.  Her hips pushed up
to enjoy the finger brushing against her now protruding little clit....  A soft
moan escaped her throat....

      Her tortured mind tried to focused as Jimmy raised the stainless steel
blade to her leaking slit...  She moaned but offered no resistence.

      Her legs were widely splayed on the arm rests and her panty hose and
panty covered crotch was pulled tight.  The blade softly probed as Trish's
anxious eyes widened with horror....  The nylon separated and ran down her long
legs... She gasped as the blade separated her panties.. the two flaps being
ripped apart....  As the cloth separated her precious fluid spilled
out....coating the stainless steel blade....

      Horror tried to spread through her mind.... but the brown fluid streaking
through her body generated a gentle serenity......  Jimmy allowed the tip of
the knife to touch her throbbing slit and in that instance a massive shot of
pleasure traveled throughout Trish's body.....  Her leaking cylinder pushed
it's honey like substance from her clenching chute.

      Jimmy realized it was time to breed the older White woman.....  She was
ready.  There would be no resistence as he buried his long Black pole into her
weeping little chamber....

      He wanted her to anticipate the breeding...  He slowly rose and let his
jeans slide down his muscular thighs.  He could see her blue eyes focus on his
manhood...  She was his...  she would have been his without the heroin....  but
he smiled.  It was a nice touch... with the addiction that would take only days
she would spread for him at will; she would spread for whomever he chose to
breed her....

      His long thick Black cock was ready....

      He knee walked between her widely spread legs.  He allowed her just the
tip....  Trish squealed as the pleasure of his thick organ pressed against her
nerve laden chamber....

      Jimmy could see her need... he could feel her need as her pussy muscles
clenched the head of his cock.  He allowed the desperate teacher another two
inches and she tried to back up... but there was no where to go.  Jimmy did not
permit any further retreat.... the next pile driving thrust was his entire ten
inches... He heard the squeal.. the deep moan emitting from her throat...

      Trish tried to raise up to meet the frantic Black cock that established
it's own power driving rhythm.  The constant pounding caused her intense
pleasure....  Jimmy smiled as he felt her need... her clenching pussy muscles
sucked his sperm to the tip......  Trish desperately wrapped her legs around
his muscular Black buttocks and pulled him forward; deep into her being.... Her
head was thrashing about.... at the moment her first orgasm arrived... arrived
via the Black scalding sperm deposited deep in her womb.....

      Jimmy continued to pump his Black cock until the pretty drug laden
teacher had reached her second... her third mind shattering climax.....  He
allowed his cock to remain wedged in her tight hole prohibiting any of her
fertile sperm to escape...  The warm chamber continued to clench and throb
insuring that his manhood remained hard......

      Trish eventually drifted off into a drug induced slumber.....  Only then
did Jimmy allow his Black cock slip out of the warm pussy........

      He looked at her pretty face.  She was now his... bought and paid
for..... It was a good investment.

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