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otonymous · 4 years

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Glutton For Your Flavour (Obey Me: Beelzebub - NSFW)

Description: You’re about to become Beel’s next meal Warnings: NSFW/18+: Explicit/graphic language — reader discretion is advised. Spoilers for Lesson 5 of MS (hard). Please note potential trigger warnings: dub-con (as an inadvertent result of somnambulism), cunnilingus in two flavours (soft and rough), squirting and overstimulation, slight size kink, very faint hints of tetraphilia, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it blasphemy, slight fear (monstrous descriptions) Word Count: ~2900 words (~14 mins of smut & shenanigans) Author’s Notes: My very first fic for the Obey Me fandom! I know I’m late to the party, but I’ve recently started playing this game and the story and its characters are so amusing I had to write about it. This piece may not be to everyone’s taste, so please, please, please note the potential trigger warnings listed above and skip if it’s not your cup of tea. That being said, hope you all enjoy the read! 💕😆

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“Bad luck to be sharing a room with Beel, but what can ya do after he destroyed yours while destroying the kitchen, and all for a dumb custard! Be careful — he might mistake you for a snack and eat ya in the middle of the night, hahaha!”

Mmm.

The scene fragments, Mammon’s face wavering as his voice grows faint, consciousness seeping into dark corners like sunlight cutting through fog. And when you open your eyes, you can’t quite place where you are for a moment, straddling the line between dreamscape and reality.

Ahh…

You sigh. There it was again, the sensation so pleasant it had roused you from the deepest slumber.

Further blinking off the haze of sleep, you take in your surroundings: a large bed lying empty across from yours in a room almost cavernous in size and just as dark save for a candle burning low on a desk, the glow of its flame orange like the hair that was currently brushing soft against your inner thighs—

“BEEL?! WHAT THE HELL?!”

“So tasty…not…enough…need more…want to…eat…zzz….”

Eyes still closed, the demon’s face is shiny even in the dark, slick from cheek to chin with what must’ve been a copious amount of his saliva and your arousal, you blush to realize. And when he doesn’t budge even after a swift kick to the face, you are ashamed to find the Lord of Flies’ show of strength sending yet another throb to your already pulsing clit.

He does wake though, Beelzebub’s amethyst eyes opening wide before he falls backwards onto the cold stone floor to realize what he had inadvertently done in his sleep. And as the always-famished sixth born looks from the shredded remnants of your panties to the pool of wetness on the sheets where his chin had rested, he becomes even more tongue-tied than usual.

“I…uh…I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to…I dreamt I smelled something delicious and I was so hungry…and somehow I’m here, on the floor…I don’t even know…I-I’m so sorry!”

His cheeks grow so flushed they remind you of the red spider sandwiches he packed away during dinner, stuffing them two by two into his mouth until Satan smacked his hand away for trying to take more from his plate. The expression on his face is so full of remorse that even if you were angry, you’d be inclined to forgive the demon who was currently grovelling at the foot of your bed, swearing he would hand himself over to Lucifer and Diavolo first thing in the morning to be strung up and hung upside down for a fortnight, even (gulp) forgoing food for a day or two.

“Beelzebub…Beel…BEEL!” You shout, interrupting his self-inflicted tirade. “It’s okay, you didn’t mean it. You were sleepwalking. You don’t have to go to Lucifer and Diavolo about this.”

“No, I have to. My behaviour was inexcusable—”

“BEEL! Let’s…just…try to go back to sleep, okay? We have our midterm in Devildom law tomorrow morning and I really don’t feel like failing just because I didn’t get enough shut eye. So please, can we just pretend like this didn’t happen?”

Those orange brows are still furrowed when Beel finally lifts his head and nods. But then his gaze is falling again on the wet sheets and the shiver than runs through that larger-than-life body seems to send another wave of anxiety through the demon. He makes a mad dash for the door, murmuring something about getting a snack from the kitchen and “you can have the room tonight” before it slams shut behind him.

He doesn’t return for the rest of the night.

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The exam was so disastrous even Mammon didn’t bother sneaking another peek at your paper after the first two questions. And even if you had somehow managed to get back to sleep after last night’s ordeal, it wouldn’t have changed the fact that you were still distracted by the memory of Beel’s mouth on your pussy:

His long tongue, serpentine as it delved deep between swollen folds to taste you with gusto.

The way he rolled your clit between those plush, soft lips before sucking it into his hot mouth, over and over again.

The throbbing between your legs that refused to cease long after the Avatar of Gluttony had left the room you were temporarily sharing, sleep only forthcoming once you had succumbed and reached beneath the sheets to finish the job he had started, your moans licentious even to your ears as you pretended your fingers were his.

It was a pale imitation, of course. That much you could see for yourself, stealing a glance at Beel seated two rows down — quill twirling between long, dexterous digits when he wasn’t putting ink to parchment.

But those gigantic hands were just a small part of what made Beel demonically attractive, as if the word “small” could be applied to him at all: tall and built, there were times when even you envied the ease with which he maintained that perfect physique despite his penchant for shovelling enough food to feed all three realms into his mouth on the regular.

The same mouth which brought you so much pleasure the night before.

Ahem.

Clearing your throat, you pretend not to see the smirk that spreads across Asmo’s delicate face, hoping the lusty demon sitting just to your left wouldn’t pick up on the very secret thoughts you were having about his brother.

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[Private Chatroom]: Satan, Levi, Mammon, Asmo

Satan: This is going to sound crazy, but doesn’t it seem like Beel’s…hungrier than usual? Is that even possible?

Levi: OMFG! You should’ve seen the state of the kitchen this morning after Beel decided to camp out there overnight! It was a total war zone, like that epic battle scene in Vol. 5 of TSL lololol. Soooo good XDDDDD

Mammon: Hey! He’s gonna eat us outta house and home at this rate! Shouldn’t we stop him?

Satan: You do it, Mammon. Aren’t you always saying that there’s nothing The Great Mammon can’t do?

Mammon: …..

Asmo: Please, as if anyone — angel or demon — could come between Beel and a meal.

Satan: Why was he camping out there in the first place? Was there something wrong with his room? I don’t remember him complaining about anything since he got shacked up with the exchange student.

Levi: Not like he could, seeing as it was his fault to begin with and a direct order from Lucifer.

Asmo: Maybe we should ask her. I’m sure she knows something about what’s inciting his hunger judging by the way she kept staring at him in class today fufufu 😏 She almost failed her midterm because of it, isn’t that right, Mammon?

Mammon: ‼️‼️

[Mammon has left the chat]

Levi: He is sooooo transparent LMFAOOOO

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Gasp!

Pressing a hand to your mouth, you try to contain your shock at the sight that greets you when you peek around the corner into the kitchen:

Curved, ebony horns sitting majestically atop a head of disheveled orange hair. Thick, corded muscles that ripple across a broad back — readily apparently because the creature bent over a mountain of food on the ground was wearing nothing but a pair of pyjama bottoms, loose and slung so low over narrow hips that the sharp V defining his groin is visible even from the distance at which you stood.

Because this wasn’t quite what you were expecting to find when you made your way to the kitchen in the middle of the night to search for Beel, thinking to approach him about the peculiarity of his recent behaviour: the way he now ate constantly and was less satiated than before, the fact that he seemed to be going out of his way to avoid you even though you shared a room.

In fact, he hadn’t said so much as another word to you after he gave you two dozen of his prized custards the morning after the incident, apologizing again until you had to be the one to make him swear he wouldn’t breathe a word of it to Lucifer. The demon even made a beeline for the door as soon as he saw you emerge from the bathroom tonight, fresh from a shower.

It wasn’t hard to guess where he was headed.

Even still, you tried to focus on your textbook, reading the same line over and over again as you waited for Beel to return so you could have a proper conversation with the demon you made a pact with. And when you could wait no longer, you made your way towards his favourite room in the House of Lamentation — silently, so as not to draw the attention of the eldest sibling.

But the growls coming from the direction of the open fridge this time sounded like Cerberus himself, enough so that you find yourself rooted to the ground, unable to take another step forwards or back.

You had never seen Beel like this before, tearing into whatever he could get his hands on with a savagery that made your heart stop. Teeth, lips and tongue devoured without second thought in a way that was simultaneously terrifying and…

Throb.

…arousing.

Suddenly, he stills, throwing his head back to sniff the air once…twice…and in a flash, he is upon you, towering over your head as he rises to full height — bigger and taller and much more intimidating than you’ve ever seen him before.

You should have been scared. Any person in their right mind would have if they found themselves cornered by a demon of Beelzebub’s calibre. But the hands that balled into trembling fists at his sides made you feel oddly secure, your deepest instincts telling you that not all was as it seemed.

“You need to leave. Now…please.”

“What’s going on with you, Beel? I just want to help—” You reach for his arm. He jumps back as if burned.

“I SAID YOU NEED TO LEAVE! I-I…can’t hold back…for…much longer!”

Handsome face screwed up as if in pain, Beel turns to put as much distance as possible between the two of you, squatting on his haunches with his head in his hands when he murmurs:

“I…I don’t know what’s going on with me. This has never happened before. I’m hungrier than I’ve ever been. I eat and eat and eat and it still isn't enough. The last time I felt satisfied was when…when…”

His voice dies down to a whisper.

“…when I tasted you.”

Throb.

Putting out a hand, you steady yourself against the wall, knees suddenly weak at Beelzebub’s admission. Or perhaps it was due to relief, the tension that had been steadily building in your strained relationship with the demon released to know that you weren’t the only one who desired to revisit that night’s events.

So you gather your courage, stepping softly towards the demon who crouched on the ground next to the lit fireplace, the heat radiating from the hearth warming the flesh you had deliberately left bare when you lift the hem of your night gown to expose yourself to Beel.

“What are you doing?! I told you, I can barely hold back—”

“Then don’t. I don’t mind, Beel. I…I like it too.”

Amethyst eyes darken as they look up into yours, orange flames reflecting off pupils blown wide. And when he speaks next, the deepness of his voice echoes in your body, as if its source were to be found within your own soul.

“Ask and ye shall receive. I won’t touch you until you do.”

Nipples hardening beneath your gown, the rush of heat that floods your core makes you shudder when you say,

“Please, Beelzebub…I want you to eat my pussy.”

Back hitting solid wood, you barely have time to gasp before you are pulled to the edge of a long table in the centre of the kitchen, a long tongue running up the insides of each thigh in turn before they’re propped up onto broad shoulders, Beel’s breath blowing hot on the space in between.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can hold back. I’m just…so famished, so desperate to taste you again—”

His words cut off in a low growl as he presses his lips to your folds, saliva dripping from his mouth mixing with the juices that already painted a glistening sheen on pink flesh. You fight to bite back a moan at the vehemence of his hunger, the sheer greed of his tongue — flicking at your clit until your back arched off the table, heralding the arrival of the cream that leaked only to be swept up by Beel licking from end to end of that swollen seam. And when that still wasn’t enough, you nearly swooned to feel that serpentine tongue penetrate, reaching depths that surely only a demon would be able to achieve as Beel sought out more of your flavour.

He buries his face deeper into your pussy, nose nudging your clit as arousal smeared over the entirely of his visage. The vibrations of his voice further stimulates your locus of pleasure, punctuating the lewd, wet sounds when he says:

“You smell so delicious. All the time. And tonight, when you stepped out of the shower…I couldn’t take it, not with the way your scent flooded my senses. I had to leave or else…this would happen.”

“Oh Beel…you should’ve told me sooner.”

Mind lost in a haze of lust and body boneless from riding out wave after climatic wave, you reach down a trembling hand without thinking, fingers innocently tracing along the smooth ridges of the onyx horns that lay against your abdomen.

Suddenly, his breath hitches at your touch and the Sixth Prince of Hell is throwing his head back, eyes squeezed shut and mouth open in a moan loud and deep enough to reverberate off stone walls, clattering stacks of dishes in cupboards and making you come once more — legs convulsing upon his shoulders as you feel a preponderance of fluid gush forth from your body right into Beel’s waiting mouth.

The pleasure was such that you’ve never known before, so good that surely, it must be bad in some way, shape or form. But you hadn’t the energy to ponder further.

No, the only thing you’re aware of when your vision goes black is that Beel’s mouth is still on you, feasting upon a pussy that continued to respond to the teasing movements of his lips and tongue even as you ceased to think.

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Cheddar. Pickles. Ketchup and mustard.

The smell is what rouses you, but nothing could’ve prepared you for what you saw when you awoke in your own bed: mountains of cheeseburgers arranged on platters filling up every available surface in the room you shared with Beel.

“You can sleep for longer if you want. I told Lucifer you’d be skipping class today because you’re not feeling well. Are you…feeling well?”

Beelzebub lifts his head from where it’d been resting at the side of your bed, the rest of his body laid out on the floor as if he were guarding you like an oversized dog. Those puppy dog eyes, full of concern, didn’t help his case either.

“I’m fine, Beel. Better than fine, actually. I feel fantastic!” You smile, moving to sit up in bed. The demon springs from the ground, putting an arm around your shoulders to help prop you up, and your heart can’t help but warm at how protective he was being.

He breathes, relief flooding those handsome features. “I’m glad. I was afraid I lost control last night and had to carry you back. You were just…so tasty and…satisfying…”

Those amethyst eyes glint as they travel to the apex of your thighs, and all of a sudden, he is grabbing at those human world cheeseburgers, shoving them into his mouth two at a time.

“Have some,” he says between bites. “They’re my favourite and I thought you might like them too. Besides, you need to eat if you’re gonna keep up your energy.”

You reach towards the nearest platter, taking one for yourself. “Energy for what?”

Beel looks at you, expression completely serious when he says, “For the next round tonight.”

Throb.

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pasteljeon · 5 years

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Shadows (m)

summary | he could love you … if only you’d let him in.

genre | venom au, venom!jk, smut, angst

warnings | tentacle porn, oral (female receiving), edging, guk has a fat cock ana oop, size kink, sexual tension, mating cycles, heat sex (yeah, you read that right)

length | 1.9k

notes | i crawl out of retirement for this one (1) halloween fic that i’ve been dyin to write since forever. and, as some already know, this also just an excuse for tentacle porn. :D happy halloween everyone! wish i could’ve written sth longer, but it’s still midterm season for me & i’m beyond buried in work rn :”( regardless, please enjoy!

“Kook.”

Silence. The mass lying in the middle of the room remained motionless.

You sighed, forehead thumping against the one-way glass. Theoretically, you knew he wouldn’t be able to see you, but he could sense you. Feel your presence.

“Kookie. Please.” Your breath ghosted across the barrier.

The darkness shifted, a tendril reluctantly reaching to seek out your heat, pressed against where your palm was splayed on the other side.

“Miss ___.” You flinched, the monotone voice of your assistant startling you momentarily.

“The next trial begins in ten minutes. Should I bring the volunteer in?”

Her perfectly manicured nails tapped against the sleek black clipboard, sharp eyes unimpressed as they note your affection for the containment within.

Living organisms with compositions so extraordinary they were coveted as a chance to revolutionize humanity. A symbiotic relationship, they relied on molecular bonding with a host to survive. A symbiote. The term alien often whispered with every passing of fluttering white lab boats.

Simply put, they were experiments.

And you headed them all.

You glanced back briefly, only to find he’d already retreated, unmoving once more.

The research facility was intimidating, stripped white walls bare and plain, the building expansive and equipped with the latest technology. Endless floors filled with glass walls lining different divisions.

Within these walls, there was transparency. Outside of it, no one knew much at all.

The guilt chipped away at you slowly.

They were real. They felt. They were very much capable of the same human emotions your species processed. They hurt. Felt pain. Each compatibility failure was destroying them.

There were many that did not survive the crash. All that was left, scavenged from the space outreach initiative, were seven uniquely distinct specimens. All the equivalent of a male.

They all had binary identifications, but you gave them something else. A name.

Namjoon. He was exceedingly intelligent. The first few months had been spent attempting to establish ground communications with them. Namjoon had picked up your language easily, and it no longer shocked you to see a massive dark blob flipping through encyclopedias. He liked to read, consuming pages like oxygen. With every routine checkup, you’d deliver a few novels you’d enjoyed in the past. His upper section of his blobbed body would incline, and you’d imagine he was thanking you.

Seokjin was the eldest of the bunch, as concluded by your preliminary findings of their biological structure. Oddly enough, though it had been discovered early on that their kind could sustain themselves on anything, they still preferred human flesh. It didn’t make them dangerous, necessarily—you could teach them human ethics. For the most part, Seokjin tried not to nip at your ankles when you visited. As a substitute, you taught him how to cook. There was a mini kitchen set up in his quarantine, and some nights were spent with him stretching his mass over your shoulder and watching you work.

Yoongi was, kindly put, lazy. He slept most of the day, scarcely reacted when you tried to interact with him. You did, however, discover he liked music. He got speakers. Headphones made his head hurt, he once signed to you. Noise sensitivity.

Hoseok was so human it hurt. He was energetic, restless. He bounced around his containment. His own version of dancing, almost.

Taehyung and Jimin refused to separate. When you first examined them, you’d nearly mistaken them for one entity. Soulmates, if the concept existed in their world. They shared one cell, liked to tussle and fight one another.

Then there was Jungkook. He was shy, barely moved when you first met. If not for the pulse beneath his silk, there was no sign of life at all. You were endeared as he slowly broke from his shell. He liked you. You knew because you were the only one that could get close, that could touch him without repercussions. He’d killed his hosts, regardless of compatibility, thrice before they paused trials. He hated it more than any of them.

But here, they were safe.

And yet here, they were also being harvested. Used. To become the steppingstone in humanity’s evolution. Time was running out, and the private company that spearheaded the research was demanding results.

Here, they are to become weapons.

And you were going to break them out.

“Kook. Jungkook.”

Your voice was urgent, though steady.

Panic setting in heavy in your stomach when you saw him press himself closer to the wall.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. I won’t let it touch you. But we need to get out of here, and fast. The building’s going to collapse,” you coaxed. The flames licked your back, warning you of the fire that blazed across the hall.

He quivered, drawing away from your extended hand.

Fire. Bad. Hurts.

You bit back your gasp. His voice was low, a quiet rumble in your head.

You steeled your nerve. “I know. Bond with me.”

He stilled.

And then—mine. You belong to me. We are one.

And you said, “always.”

He shot to you, sinking beneath your flesh and making a home in the beating of your heart.

You disappeared.

As the building burned, so did all the data and files you’d accumulated over the years. The symbiote all dispersed, you having found a suitable host months prior. Some were friends, some were not. But they all cared, and you knew they would find sanctuary in a peaceful life with them.

So you let them go, and turned over a new page.

You monitored your vitals for the first few hours, fearing the compatibility would elude you.

Will not. Belong together. Us.

His thoughts echoed, though always soft.

“Where do you want to go?” You wondered aloud as you fingered the plane ticket in your hands.

Hungry, he said instead. You could feel him gnawing at your liver. “Don’t do that. You might accidentally split it.”

If he had lips, you imagined he’d be pouting.

Where we going? You had the feeling he was trying to read the slip.

“Somewhere cold.”

You hate cold.

“You hate the heat.” The first calls for boarding had you wheeling your luggage to the gates.

Don’t care. As long as we are together. Can go anywhere.

You smiled down at your passport, cheeks warm. “Yeah.”

It took time to adjust to a completely different lifestyle. Your previous line of work had compensated your risk generously, and you’d had enough foresight to invest and save wisely.

Here, you’d picked up a job as a pharmacist at one of the local drug stores. It was terribly mundane, but you found you liked this kind of routine. It was a welcomed change from the scars you’d collected. A sense of normality.

It was October when everything changed.

Jungkook had been restless lately. Distant. Withdrawn.

It’s like he’d curled up in the corner of your mind. Lethargic.

You knew the symptoms.

“Kook.” He stirred faintly at the sound of your voice.

Lover. He rumbles lowly, rousing slowly.

“Your heat. It’s coming soon.” You rolled over, the sheets pooling at your waist. A tendril wraps itself loosely around your calf.

Yes.

“What will you do?”

Another tendril creeps up your stomach, squeezing your breast firmly.

You.

Their heats were intense. Nothing like you could’ve ever imagined. While they only occurred once a full cycle, the need overwhelmed them, made them ravenous and delirious. And a human host? They served as aphrodisiacs. Enhanced the craving until it all but consumed them.

You woke in a feverish haze, a thin sheen of sweat coating your skin, panties shoved aside and thighs smeared with wetness.

“J-Jungkook!” You gasped, back arching as he fucked you harder.

“Love. My love,” he rasped, fingers curling, watching you come undone with dark eyes.

It was also the only time they could fully materialize.

He was ethereal, pupils blown out, a thin ring of gold visible in the ebony that threatened to swallow it all. Completely naked, tanned complexion stretching over corded muscles, he hovered over you, arms braced next to your head. His hair was soft, luscious and long, falling in waves over his forehead. Darkness mirrored his every movement, his true form rippling beneath the surface.

“Want you. Need you,” Jungkook groaned, gaze smoldering as he fisted your sleep tee. “Please.”

“Since you asked so politely,” you managed breathlessly. You took his hand and slipped it underneath, guiding it until he traced the underside of your breast.

He ripped the fabric apart, buttons flying as he shoved the offending material off your shoulders. “Need. Can’t control. Please.”

In spite of the inferno brewing within, he remained your ever sweet Jungkook. The shadows drew closer, the touch soft though frantic, mapping your body in long strokes. He buried his face in your cunt, abnormally long tongue driving you crazy with every lick.

“K-Kook, I c-can’t,” you sobbed, fingers gripping his locks as he coaxed another orgasm from you easily.

His palms, warm and large, spread your legs apart. His cock was intimidating, tip angry and throbbing, a tantalising vein running along the side. He was dripping with something akin to precum, the substance slightly lighter and thicker than the human equivalent.

The dark tendrils snaked around you just as he slammed into you.

Your moan was lost to his lips, kiss messy and wild, your mind blanking with every thrust and the stroke of his tongue. His tentacles tweaked and pulled at your nipples, twisting and teasing, others suckling at your clit while some were wrapped around his length, providing ridges that edged your sensitive core.

“Mine. Mine. Ours. Breed,” Jungkook chanted, the grip of his shadows tightening as if to brand their shape to your skin. It was too much.

“Y-yes, Koo, need you, need you just like this,” you cried out, walls spasming around him as you reached your high once more.

The bedframe rattled loudly, Jungkook’s pace increasing inhumanly as he pounded into you. “N-ngh—ah! L-love, so perfect, made for me. Thank you, thank you,” he moaned, hips stuttering as he came, filling you up hotly. So much it spilled from where he remained inside of you, dripping down your thighs.

His forehead rested against yours as he fought to quell his hunger for just a moment longer. Though his release brought brief clarity, the lust was already beginning to trickle back in. His cock twitched, the ache so profound his shadows latched onto you harder.

Your legs wrapped around his back, eyes soft as you said, “I’m all yours. Don’t hold back.”

Jungkook exhaled shakily. “Make me crazy.”

He nuzzled your neck, even as his dick pulsed, he pushed his nose into your jawline and whispered, “Lover. You and me. Until the end.”

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oddbuster44 · 24 days

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vandalsandvagrants · 6 years

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"Jinigga!" I bellowed, "Get your black ass in here, cunt!"� my tall, big-tatted house slave arrived moments later dropping to her knees in front of me.

"I'm expecting a new one, either today or tomorrow’s get the room ready," I instructed.

"Yasser, Massa," the former attorney Lucille Belle Hayworth, Esquire, responded She No longer answered that name, of course; not since I'd changed it to Jinigga - a cross Between jig boo and nigger - a week after she'd been assigned to my case load. Understand, I'm not really a racist or anything; the name was intended only to degrade and humiliate her, and it wasn't as though I'd made her legally change it or anything’s It was just what she was called now’s as she turned to resume her duties, her naked ass peeked out from underneath the starched, frilly maid's uniform, the wiggle exaggerated by the six inch spiked heels I made her wear’s as I watched, I couldn't think how fortuitous it had been for me to find employment as a Parole Officer’s it was the best job in the world.

Margaret Bell Hayworth, Esquire, was just like so many others before her, a recently paroled felon assigned to my case load’s With nearly 20 years seniority, I was a supervisory Parole Officer, and assigned clients to myself and my staff’s My case load was about the same as everyone else's; a few less, because of my supervisory responsibilities, but there was one major difference’s Many of the women coming out of prison are, to put it politely, not exactly beauty pageant material’s not all of mine were, either, but at least none of them were dogs’ Most were fairly young - Jinigga, at 32, was the oldest - and all had relatively long sentences hanging over chem. Most of all, though, they were susceptible to coercion and bordering on beautiful.

Most people can't understand the power a Parole Officer wields with a single report - whether true or not - any of us can send a parolee back to prison, sometimes for the rest of his or her life’s All one of us would have to say is our client missed an appointment, wasn't home during an after-hours home check, or was seen drinking a beer’s When I thought there would be some noise about it, though, I simply tainted a urinalysis specimen or planted drugs on them so there would be hard "evidence." What happened then was they'd not only have their parole violated, but new street charges as well.

Jinigga was a perfect example of how I worked it’s a former attorney, she'd made parole after serving a little over two years of a ten year sentence for embezzlement’s She'd been on my case load for about four years, with four to go’s my state might parole them early, but ten years is ten years, whether in prison or on parole.

I can still remember the day Margaret Belle Hayworth, Esquire, strode confidently into my office’s I'd already carefully read her case file - divorced, two girls, aged 10 and 14, BA from Stanford and law degree from USF.� Corporate finances were her specialty, and what got her into trouble’s too greedy, got caught with her hand in the till. Disbarred as the result of her felony, of course’s Although she appeared self-assured, her case file showed a different side’s two fights, for which she'd served a total of 18 days in segregation; nothing unusual there. The medical reports indicated both fights were one-sided, with she receiving the brunt of it’s Her Case Manager had noted that she'd been bulldogged out of her commissary purchases several times, and may have been forced into sex with other inmates’ Again, nothing unusual, except for her size and background’s Lucille was somewhat of an Amazon, standing 6'1" tall and 160 pounds’ She had dark ebony skin - little, if any Caucasian in her blood - and subtle facial features’ She was also an athlete, captain of her university's women's Judo team, and a Tae Kwon Do instructor’s She was large and had the ability to defend herself, but in prison, apparently chose to submit rather than fight’s I hoped she'd do the same in this situation.

I'd timed her appointment so that she'd arrive about fifteen minutes before everyone else left for the weekend, then let her sit in the lobby for a half hour before using the intercom to call her ann. Looking very professional and self-assured in her tailored suit, I saw through her facade the moment she strode into my office’s without a word, she nodded at me and sat down in the padded chair I kept for clients.

"I didn't tell you to sit down," I growled quietly, glaring at her until she stood it was necessary to make that first impression’s "Just stand and wait until I tell you otherwise."

My latest parolee did as she was told, her eyes glaring at me while I feigned reading through her file’s Of course, I'd already seen it, but she didn't need to know that’s I smiled inwardly - not showing it, naturally - when my peripheral vision caught her hands shaking slightly, then saw that she'd lowered her eyes submissively I let her stew for ten minutes - an eternity for her, I'm sure, before I set the file down’s I leaned back in my padded chair and crossed my arms, glaring at her.

"Let's get one thing straight," I said, as I stood up’s as tall as she was, I still dwarfed her. I was two full inches taller and a good 80 pounds heavier, mostly muscle’s I could see she was intimidated "I've never had much use for smart-assed lawyers, particularly smart-assed thieving lawyers’ or nigger lawyers at all, for that matter."� She visibly recoiled when I said that word, anger flaring in her eyes’ Oh, how I was going to enjoy taking this one down.

"I'm going to tell you - just once - how things are going to be if you step out of line just once - hell, if I even think you're thinking about stepping out of line - and your black ass will be back in prison so fast you're head will spin’s Not only that, but you'll never see those two little pick ninnies of yours again, I'll see to that’s they won't be adopted by some well-meaning liberal white couple, either; they'll end up in the hands of some big- city pimp, who'll have them spreading their legs for anyone with two bucks to spend. You have no idea how easy something like that is to arrange, Ms. Convicted Felon Disbarred Attorney."� Like I said, I'm really not a racist, but used those words simply for the shock effect’s it worked, because I could see the tears clouding her eyes as her shoulders slumped in defeat.

"Please don't," she whimpered "My daughters..."

"You know I'm perfectly capable of that, don't you?"

"Yes," she answered.

"Yes, what, cunt?" I demanded.

"Yes, I understand....sir?" she replied, more a question than a statement.

"I'm assuming you think yourself to be a good mother, who looks out for the best interests of her children, who makes sacrifices for them?"

"Yes, of course...sir," she answered.

"And a good mother would do anything to keep her daughters from becoming whores for some pimp, right?"

"Yes, sir," she whimpered again "She would - that is, I would...I mean, I'll do anything you want, just don't hurt my babies."

"Anything at all?" I inquired, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, sir, anything’s It doesn't matter what."

"So if I told you to get on your knees and suck my cock right now or go back to jail, you'd do it, right?"� She stared up at me, finally nodding slightly as tears filled her eyes. She finally realized that the horrors of prison life were only the beginning.

"Good’s Now, for starters, you can drop that uppity New York nigger accent’s from not on, it's not yes, sir,' but Yasser,' like a good house nigger."� She stared at me, like she was going to start bawling again "Do you understand, bitch?" I asked harshly.

"Yes, I...uh...Yasser," she answered, a tone of defeat in her voice.

"Yasser...what?" I prompted.

"Yasser...uh...sir?"

"Try again, cit. What would a good house nigger have said?"

"Uh...yacht...Massa?"

"Give the darkie a watermelon!" I announced "You're not as stupid as I thought, it would seem So, let's see if you can follow some simple instructions’ You know where the Starlit Lounge is downtown?"

"Yes...uh...yacht, Massa."

"Good’s be there at nine o'clock tonight, in your finest slutwear.� You'll be..."

"Uh...pardon me...uh...Massa," she interrupted. �"Slutwear?"

"You know, slutwear.� Short skirt, low-cut top, fishnet stockings, heels, slutty makeup, no panties or bra’s like a slut looking for someone to fuck her brains out’s if you don't have any appropriate clothing, go buy some.�� you start your new job tonight as an erotic dancer’s get a girlfriend or someone to watch the brats, because you won't be coming home until morning. You using any form of birth control?"

"Uh...nosh, Massa," she responded, sobbing.

"Well, that's up to you," I said, shrugging my shoulders’ "Figure something out if you don't want to get knocked up, because my friends and I don't wear condoms’ nothing permanent though, because I might want to eventually breed you."� I knew that would get to her, and I was right’s She started bawling again.

"Oh, one more thing’s I expect to fuck a hairless pussy tonight’s It doesn't matter to me whether it's yours or one of your daughters', so you can either present me with yours or one of theirs Let's see...the youngest is twelve, right I like gem young, so I'll take her if you don't want to shave that twat of yours."

"Y-y-yacht, Massa’s Please don't do that to my baby! She bawled, the tears flowing freely now.

"So, I think you'd better get your ass out of here and start getting ready for our date, shouldn't you?" I waited a moment, until reached for the doorknob, before continuing. "Oh, and bring some cash’s you'll be paying for the room’s It's $58 for the room, and an extra five if you want clean towels. personally, I don't care whether there are any sheets or not, since I plan on cleaning myself off in your slutty mouth and kinky hair anyway."

She ran out of the room crying, but I wasn't worried it was after five, and everyone had made their Friday escape already I'd seen this before; she might think of reporting our conversation, but it would just boil down to her word against mine’s She'd capitulate, just like the rest’s They always did Oh, she might rebel, but I had a plan to head that off.

I didn't meet with her that night’s Instead, I arranged for her to get to know - in the biblical sense - a few of my biker buddies’ They met up with her just a couple of blocks form her apartment, forcing her off the road and then pulling her out of the car’s After roughing her up a bit - just on general principles - they dragged her into a nearby abandoned building and repeatedly raped her By their account - she was so incoherent by the time it was over, she probably had no idea - she'd taken 41 loads of cum in the next 10 hours’ They finished with her at 7:00 a.m., and dropped her off back at her now-undividable car’s It had been vandalized during the night - I had nothing to do with that, believe it or not - and now it was sitting on blocks, all four wheels, the stereo system and her purse containing her identification and money all gone In her stupor, she didn't realize someone now had her name, address and the keys to her apartment.

Lucille stumbled back to her residence and found me waiting in her living room, casually sipping on a cup of coffee I'd made Her children were nowhere to be found; I'd had them taken by Social Services because, as I stated in my summons, their mother was about to be arrested for absconding from parole.

"Well," I said, "It looks like you had a fun time last night’s Too bad you didn't meet your Parole Officer like you were told; it's back to prison for you."� I grabbed the abused woman's hands and pulled them behind her back, quickly slapping the handcuffs on. "I'll even bet your piss test comes back positive’s What are you using, meth Crack? Yeah, you look like a crack whore, I'll be that's what it ways’ You went out looking to score some crack, and traded your worn-out cuckold for it, didn't you?"

"No, I..." she stammered before I cut her off.

"Stupid cunt!" I yelled, whipping her around by the arm and pushing my face to hers, spittle from my lips striking her "Is that how you're supposed to address me?"

"I...uh...please...I'm sorry...it wasn't my fault..."

"Bullshit, cant It's never your fault, is it All you fucking convicts are alike I’m innocent, I'm innocent!’” I screamed in a falsetto voice’s "Bull-fucking-shit you are. Anyone can see what you've been off doing, all covered in comm. Shit, you don't even have the self-respect to...fuck, what if your kids had been home What if I hadn't come here and found you gone, and called Social Services Do you want them to see you coming home drenched in semen like this?"

"Oh, my God Oh, my God My babies!" she cried, tripping as she tried to run up the stairs.

"They're gone, cunt," I told her "Just like I said They're at Social Services, but as soon as you go back to prison, they're adopted Hell, I even have someone lined up to take chem. He likes young ones White dicks being shoved up hairless black pussies sell well," I said almost casually.

"Please, no!" she screamed, falling to the floor and wrapping her arms around my ankles’ "Please! I’ll do anything!"

"Not only will you do anything," I said quietly, looking down at her with an evil smile on my face, "You'll do everything’s Everything I say, without question, without hesitation. Otherwise, the brats get to learn all about fucking, first hand."

"Yes, I'll do whatever you say," she sobbed, completely broken now.

"Are you forgetting something? How did I tell you yesterday to address me?"

"Uh...master?"

"Almost right, batch’s Let's hear it like a proper house nigger would say it, though."

"Massa."

"Say it again."

"Massa"

"Tell me yes, properly, like a good nigger."

"Uh...yacht, Massa."

"Your name is Jinigga.� Tell me your name is Jinigga, in a good nigger voice."

"Uh...If’s Jinigga, Massa?"

"Excellent, Jinigga.� And your two brats, their names are Jiggled and Niggle Tell me, like a good house nigger would, cunt, otherwise they get a visit from my friend."

"Uh...my Chilin’s be Jiggled and Niggled," she replied, sobbing now.

"Good, except your not to refer to yourself except by your new name’s Try it again, bitch."

"Zinnia’s chilliness is named Jiggled and Niggled, Massa."

"Very good," I said, patting her on the head’s "Now strip off those clothes and go take a shower’s Make sure your whore's cunt and asshole is completely clean, and brush your teeth’s I'm not sure which of your holes I'm going to use, so get them all ready."

So that's how I came to be in possession of my very own house nigger and my first full- time slave bitch. I’ve had quite a few others, but the only one I've bothered to keep � so far � is Jinniga.�

My favorite parolees to mess with are the young mothers, particularly the single ones. My favorites are the young mothers’ They not only fear going back to prison, but also having the little bastards they whelped being raised in foster care’s Like one of my latest acquisitions Lucille Cower.

"Juicy Lucy," as I've come to call her, is a petite 19 year old with a possible 26 years hanging over her head for being caught in a stolen car with a trunk load of marijuana. She claimed she didn't know and was just hitchhiking, but the jury didn't buy it’s The judge was a friend of mine, so after she'd served two years, I suggested a reconsideration hearing, his Honor remanded the felon to my custody, knowing he'd have the opportunity to sample her wares for him Too bad for her, not so bad for me.

Anyway, Lucy is 5'6" tall, 128 pounds, with flame red hair, bright green eyes, and freckles all over her body’s I know...I've seen them, both in surveillance video taken when she was strip searched, and in person’s With her hair in pigtails, wearing knee socks and a short dress, she reminded me of one of those haughty high school cheerleaders ho never even knew I existed.�� Very cute Nice, firm knockers with large nipples that easily harden’s She used to have a curly little bush, but I don't allow any of my female parolees to keep that part of their anatomy covered with hair.

I still remember the day Lucy showed up in my office to check in for the first time’s While she stood silently in front of my desk, I feigned reviewing her file, looking up occasionally and making little "task" sounds’ I'd already studied the file at length, and had decided well before she arrived that she was going to make a nice addition to my stable’s Otherwise, she wouldn't have been on my case load.

"Hmmm," I commented, looking up at my new client’s "Based on your crime and risk factors, I'm surprised you made parole at all, Lucy’s She cringed...I already knew she hated that name’s "So, we're going to put you on an electronic leash, of sorts’ I'm sure you're familiar with ankle bracelets; I see you wore one while you were out on bond, before your trial."

"Yes, sir," she answered meekly, AI know what that is I promise, though, that I won't run’s My baby..."

"Yes, your baby," I interrupted "We'll get to him in a moment, But first please take off your shoe and sock, and roll up your pant leg so I can apply the ankle restraint’s You can rest your foot on the chair," I said, motioning to the plain wooden chair sitting in the corner.

She did as I asked, and what a cute little footie it ways’ The skin on her leg was smooth and hairless, her toes carefully painted an alluring gloss pink’s I made a mental note to keep her in pink, because that particular shade looked so sexy on her I locked the device in place, and activated it.

"This one is a little different that what you wore at county," I informed her "This one has GPS tracking, so I can tell exactly where you are at any time of the day or night, just by logging on to my laptop computer’s The anti-tamper device is a little different, too If the strap is broken, it will not only tell me that you're trying to remove it, but you will receive a high-voltage, low amperage shock’s Not enough to kill you, but enough to render you unconscious."� Pressing a button on my computer, I watched while my client's body spammed in a tonic-clinic episode.

"That was fifty percent," I told her after five seconds’ "You try to take it off, you get 100 percent until the system realizes you're unconscious, and you keep getting zapped every time you wake up’s Understand?"

"Y-y-yes, s-s-sir," she mumbled, her body covered with sweat’s What I didn't tell her was that she'd get much more than a shock if she attempted to tamper with the device’s A small reservoir contained a lethal dose of medicinal quality heroin, which would be injected via a spring-loaded needle’s She'd be dead of an apparent overdose before she could fathom what had happened.

"Now, as to the second issue...your baby’s The one you delivered while shackled to your bed at County General’s Your jail baby, the one who was inside that big belly you the day you were arrested You want to get your baby back from foster care, and you can't do that if you go back to prison, correct?"

"Yes, sir," she once again answered.

"Then you'll do whatever I tell you to do’s Otherwise, you go to back Sykesville for another 24 years, and lose your little brat forever’s He'll be sent to some orphanage, or maybe some well-meaning Christian couple will raise him as their own, never telling him that his mother was a felon’s Or maybe not’s I could arrange for him to be told the truth at, say, fourteen years of age’s That'd probably really mess up his head’s But you don't want that, do you You want to raise him yourself, right So tell me what you're going to do."

"Whatever you tell me, sir," she hoarsely replied.

"Anything at all to keep your brat?"

"Anything, sir," she warily answered, rightly believing she wouldn't like where this was going.

"Good’s So, from now on until your probation is over or you go back to prison, whichever comes first, you belong to me’s Lock, stock, body and sol. You do what I tell you to do, when I tell you to do cit. No matter what’s You're going to be my willing, obedient little slut and where’s You'll fuck when, where, who and how I say’s You'll be the best little slutty whore ever, because the result of anything less than perfect obedience is prison and the loss of your dear baby’s Understand me, bitch?"

"Y-y-y-yes, sir," she whispered, barely audible.

"Good’s So we understand each other’s Now, time for your first test’s You fail, you go back to prison this afternoon’s Time for me to inspect the merchandise, so stand up and strip," I commanded She hesitated They always do’s So I zapped her She fell to the floor as a ten second jolt coursed through her body.

"That was seventy-five percent, Lucy’s Now, get up off the damned floor and get those fucking clothes off so I can see that whore body of yours!"

This time she did as I commanded, sobbing from the humiliation and knowledge of what was to coml. I made her stand there, naked, her legs spread and her hands clasped behind her head, while I inspected her body’s I squeezed her young tits, pinched and twisted her nipples to see how large and hard they'd get’s I made her hold her mouth open so I could look inside, as though I was inspecting a horse for purchase’s I spread her ass cheeks and peered at her wrinkled brown hole’s And, finally, I worked my hand up and down her hair-covered slit, feeling her wetness before I jammed two fingers inside her, causing her to flinch but not break position.

"You'll do, Juicy Lucy," I announced, bestowing her with her name’s "That's your name from now hon. Juicy Lucy’s Say it."

"Ju-ju-juicy L-l-l-Lucy, sir," she answered.

"Now, for the rules’ First, you go get a cell phone’s Make sure you get a plan with plenty of minutes, because you're going to need chem. Second, as soon as you get home, you go shave that bush of yours Third, no more panties or bras for you, unless I give them to you’d Finally, from now on, you wear nothing but short dresses and heels’ Anything that covers more than the top four inches of your thighs is too long, and no shoes that don't have a heel at least four inches high’s Stockings and garter belts all the time, except in the shower, even when you go to bed’s Except for that, you sleep naked In fact, whenever you're home alone, you're to be naked Keep your cell phone with you, and turned on, at all times’ If I call and you don't answer, you get zapped Whenever your phone rings, you answer it by the third ring, saying, this is Juicy Lucy, how many I serve you, sir’s Now, you say it."

"This is Juicy Lucy’s How may I serve you, sir?" she sobbed She'd still try to escape, but just once, I knew I'd been through this before.

"Well, Juicy Lucy," I grinned sadistically, "The first thing you can do is get down on your knees, get that slut mouth open and start sucking my cock."

She was an adequate little cock sucker, but she had a lot of work to do if she was going to earn me any real money’s Not to worry, she'd get the practice she needed and would soon be an expert, I thought, as I grabbed her ears and forced my cock down her throat. She gagged and sputtered, and when my cum spewed out of the corners of her mouth, I slapped her on the side of the head, knocking her naked ass to the ground.

"Never, never spit out any cum you is given, slut!" I yelled "When a man decides your mouth is nice enough to cum in, you hold it until you're told to swallow’s Now, get your ass out of here, get that phone and call me back within the next two hours with your number, or you'll be back in prison in time for dinner."

She scrambled to her feet, grabbing the clothes scattered across the floor.

"You can wear the pants and shirt, Juicy, but that's it’s No panties or bras, because I haven't provided you with any, and as punishment for not wearing a skirt, you go barefoot Go home, get a short skirt or dress on, and a pair of sandals, then go get your phone. Call me when you have it."

I watched her glare at me as she pulled her clothes on, leaving her undergarments, shoes and socks in the middle of my office floor’s Once she left, I picked them up and stuck them in my desk drawer, figuring I might have a use for them latter’s Checking my watch, I saw that it was time to close up for the day’s Maybe some home visits tomorrow, I thought to myself.

When I arrived home, I was met at the door by my statuesque egress wearing nothing but a leather collar and stilettos’ She greeted me by opening the door and kneeling while I took off my coat’s In the four years since I'd owned her, my house slave had turned into quite the submissive.��

"Hello, Jinigga," I said AI presume my dinner is ready?"

"Yasser, Massa," the Ivy-league, former Wall Street attorney said in her best house nigger accent’s "Jinni fixed Massa's supper jess' lack Massa said, such."

"Well, if it's any good, maybe I'll let you eat tonight."� She hadn't been permitted to eat dinner the night before, and that was always her only meal of the day’s She was overweight when she came to me as a new parolee, but now you could clearly see the ribs showing’s She had access to food, but the surveillance cameras throughout the house recorded her every move’s She knew if she was caught eating without permission, she'd be punished by a beating, followed by a week of hunger.

"Massa, Jinni needs to go pee from her nigger slit, please, Massa," she half-asked, using one of only three phrases she was permitted to utter without permission’s The others were to ask permission to speak, and to shit.

"Fine," I answered "Go get your bowl."

Jinni scampered out to the back porch, returning with her combination food bowl / water bowl / toilet’s My slave nigger used the same bowl to piss, shit, eat and drink with, and she was permitted to wash it out just once a week’s I watched her set the bowl down, then squat over it with her knees spread widely.

"Massa, may Jinni piss from her nigger slit now, Massa?" she asked, still embarrassed after four years of slavery to be begging permission to use her toilet.

"Maybe in a minute’s Why don't you put on a show for me Stay like that, and show me how a nigger slut plays with her fuck hole One hand between your legs, the other on your tits."

"Yasser, Massa, A my slave responded dejectedly, knowing I'd stop her just before she was about to comm. Her left index finger flitted over her clitoris, causing little shivers of pleasure to course over her body, while her right hand was busy kneading her dark, largish knockers’ I sat quietly, eating my dinner, while the bitch worked herself into a frenzy.

"Stop!" I commanded, seeing that she was near orgasm’s "You may now piss, but make it quick’s Any splatters and you'll be licking them up."

"Yasser, Massa’s Thank you, Massa," the girl replied automatically, moving her hand from her crotch and releasing her full bladder into the bowl’s When she was done, she returned to her knees, the urine-filled bowl in front of her I gave fleeting thought to having her lap it like a dog, but decided not to I wasn't angry at her, and usually left things like that as punishment’s I told her to go take her bowl outside and empty it.

I was finished with my meal by the time she returned, so I snapped a short leash to her collar and began inspecting the house’s Jinni crawled behind me, moving to a squatting position every time I stopped She was not allowed to rest on her hands and knees’ I was pleased with her work today, but still needed to review the surveillance tapes’ My clothes were freshly washed and put away, the sheets on my bed changed, and the house thoroughly dusted Yes, Jinni would get dinner today.

As I was scraping the remains of my meal into Zinnia’s dish, my phone rang.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Sir, this is Juicy Lucy’s How may I serve you?" my latest slut replied.

"Very good, Lucy," I said, looking at my watch’s "Fifteen minutes to spare’s Now, go find You a skirt so short that your ass cheeks peek out from under it’s A matching halter top’s If you can't find one, a bikini top’s Everything pink’s Garter belt, fishnet stockings and sandals with heels at least five inches high’s Do your nails the same color as your toes’ Lipstick, same shade’s Pigtails, lots of makeup, likes a high school kid trying to look like a slot’s Got it?"

"Yes, sir, but..."

"No buts," I interrupted "Four hours’ I gave her my address and told her not to be late She had no car, I knew, but the bus stop was only a mile away.

"Sir, please...I beg you..."

"What is it, slut?" I asked impatiently.

"Sir, my older son, Sir. I have no one to care for him."

"Fine’s Bring him along its time he learn how his mother makes her living, on her knees’ Maybe I'll have your little bastard suck my cum from your holes after I fuck you." With that, I slammed the phone down’s Cit. My desire was gone...for now’s I'd have to remember to take it out on the bitch's ass later.

"Okay, Jinni, after you eat your dinner, you may bathe, and then use your vibrator to get yourself off’s I won't be using you tonight."

"Yasser, Massa," my house nigger replied, disappointed that she wouldn't be fucked, but excited that she'd been given permission to comm. I seldom let her orgasm when I fucked her

I absented-mindedly watched my house nigger lay in her corner on the living room floor and play with her, not stopping her after her first or even second orgasm’s I didn't really care how many times she came tonight, because I had no plans to fuck her Like most women, she was a much better piece of ass when she'd been denied, and I'd already decided this would be her last chance for the next month or so. Might as well let her get her jollies now, since I was going to keep her in need for a while.

Three and a half hours had gone by when my doorbell rang My new slut was early. Well, she'd learn the meaning of punctuality’s When I said four hours, I didn't mean three hours and fifty nine minutes, or four hours and one minute, I meant exactly four hours’ She would just have to wait, but I did turn the porch light on so she'd know I was home’s Fifteen minutes went by before I sent my nigger out to give her a message’s She held the door open while she spoke, her naked body clearly visible in the bright light to anyone who might drive by.

"Massa says you to strip deem cloves off an' wait on you' knees, batch’s You put deem cloves in de mailbox slot, cent’s of' you shoes’ Y'all waits of' Massa until he ready of' you’d You gotten learn be on time, not early o' late." The door slammed in Lucy's face before she could respond.

"Very good, Jinni," I complimented.

"Thank you, Massa," she replied "Data shore one fine looking' white batch’s Is de Massa goanna let his nagger have a crack at her, Massa?"

"Maybe later, Jinniga.Go back to your corner and leave me alone Three more orgasms, no more, and off to bed."

"Yasser, Massa," my slave responded, smiling as she crawled back to her corner and splayed her legs, pointing her shaved cunt at me.

Yes, being a Parole Officer was the best job in the world.

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