The Assignment

Sixteen-year-old Heather sauntered into the classroom and took her seat near the front of the room. The history class wasn?t that important to her and she didn?t find it interesting or even very challenging most of the time. Her wealthy parents had sent her to private school because they didn?t want her attending a public school with all the riffraff. Her father was an important international businessman and frequently travelled out of the country. Her mother, a socialite, often went with him. So, she was placed in this out-of-the way school in order for her parents to lead free lives. Still, Heather made the most of her talents. She played on the tennis team in the spring and was captain of the cheerleaders during the current basketball season. She was extremely well liked and other girls in the school followed her trend-setting activities. Cheerleading was fun because she got to show her dancing abilities and because the team always went to state where there were big crowds that paid attention to her. The only thing she disliked was that the school had to import a bunch of black athletes in order to compete. There were seven blacks on the team, all extremely athletic and muscular. However, she considered them vulgar and lacking any manners or class. She knew the school put up with them because they were great athletes and got it recognition. The worst of them was Ahmad, a 6?8?, extremely well built black who played forward and captained the team. Ahmad was also in her history class. She disdained all of them, especially him, because she they didn?t belong in this, her white high school. She spread the word that girls were not to associate with them. She tossed back her long blond hair and began paying attention as her teacher, Mr. Caldwell, explained the next assignment. Because of the importance of international relations, their next assignment was to study another culture. Each student would be randomly assigned a country or area of the world and they would spend a quarter studying it before reporting to class. They needed to immerse themselves in the culture. If they needed resources, he or other students could offer them. Then he distributed a folded piece of paper. Heather opened hers and saw that she had drawn Africa. ?Ugh?, she thought to herself. ?Where am I going to get information about African culture in this school? Could I trade assignments with someone who will be more interested in them?? She raised her hand and asked. Mr. Caldwell said they would not be allowed to trade, as they needed to discover something about another culture that they didn?t know. The response to her primary question came from a surprise source?Ahmad. ?My uncle, Mr. Inu,? he began, ?manages Galleria Africana and is well known as a expert in certain African arts and cultures. I?m sure he can give you some information and direction. Here?s his number and address. Just let him know I sent you.? The next day, after making an appointment, Heather drove her BMW to the gallery. She was shown into an office where a tall, well-built black man was seated. She noted that he was about late forties or early fifties and dressed quite elegantly in an African costume. ?I?m Mr. Inu.?, he introduced himself. ?I understand my nephew Ahmad referred you to my gallery because of some assignment.? Heather explained the class assignment to him and Mr. Inu agreed that he would help her gain an understanding of the cultures. But, she would have to come after work and, perhaps, on weekends. He showed her around the gallery and said, ?This is only a minimum of items as the space is small. You must come to the estate where there are many other items and we can explore the culture more deeply.? She agreed that she could come Friday evenings and weekends. Her parents traveled and she was pretty free to explore any academic pursuits that she wanted. She left and drove away amazed at all the artifacts she?d seen at the gallery. Mr. Inu stood in the door and watched her leave. He thought about the slim blond and her athletic body. He smiled as he knew through luck that Ahmad was right. This Heather was a young, subtle white beauty that soon would be immersed more deeply in their culture than she could possibly imagine. The week passed quickly and Friday evening, Heather drove out to the estate as directed. She discovered that it was quite a ways out of the city in a very rural area. After announcing herself, she passed through the iron gate and walls and drove the long path until she reached the very large house. She parked her car and went to the door where a small dwarf escorted her into a large room where Mr. Inu sat. ?Well, where shall we begin, Heather? What part of African culture interests you? Is it history, dance, art, food?maybe costumes? Let me show you around the house as each room holds many artifacts and you may see something that sparks an idea.? They wandered from room to room. Each room was filled with articles. Some were dedicated to music, others carvings, hunting weapons. One unusual room had lots of modern photographic equipment. ?Occasionally, we make a documentary or two. The equipment allows us to produce films about various cultural elements. We do a lot of editing.? He explained. Finally, they came to a large collection of costumes on mannequins. ?These are various period costumes from the tribes around our territory?, he said, pointing to the many colorful clothes. There are many different tribes where I come from and they dress differently. Some of the costumes are formal wear for holidays or special celebrations. Others are everyday wear. Some are worn only by male chiefs to signify their rankings. He pointed to a mannequin with what appeared to be a very scanty string bikini made of an animal skin. ?That is a slave costume. Years ago, my tribe enslaved women from other tribes. They were required to wear this as their dress to signify that they had nothing and were simple servants.? Heather was intrigued by the costumes since she had an interest in fashion and began asking questions about the clothes, if the designs meant anything and if they wore them during different seasons. After answering each of her questions, Mr. Inu asked, ?Would you like to try a few on? That might give you a better sense of the roles each played in the culture. There is a changing room there and you could try a few. When you get one on, come out. We?ll photograph you for the class project.? Heather agreed. She picked out a few colorful robes and went into the room. Taking off her clothes, she pulled the robe over her head and looked in the mirror. She put up her blond hair in a bun and stepped out into the room. Mr. Inu was quite pleased and he had the dwarf take a few pictures. She would return to the dressing room and try on another and repeat the process. Mr. Inu would spend time explaining the significance of each costume. ?You are quite authentic looking.? Mr. Inu smiled. ?How about trying the slave costume, Heather?? At first, she was reluctant. ?It?s a little scanty. I?m not sure.? ?Well, if you want to fully immerse yourself in the culture and get the feel of our history, you should consider this. It would only take a moment. And, by the way, you must be thirsty by now. Here?s a little something that will help soothe and calm you. Let?s talk a little more and maybe we?ll call it an evening.? Smiling, he handed her the Afrodisiac. She drank the liquid, which was very sweet. ?We?ll Mr. Inu. I probably should be getting home pretty soon. I?ve taken so much of your time.? ?No hurry, Heather. Except, I may be traveling the next few weeks though and this would be the only time I?ll have to show you each costume and photograph them for your project.You can determine which photos best suit your project.? She finished the drink and then thought. ?Well, maybe Mr. Inu. I?ll try on the slave costume but then I?ll have to get going. You?ve been so helpful.? Heather returned to the room and put on the skimpy bikini. She tied the strings at each hip and the upper portion behind her back. It was made of zebra skin and barely covered her breasts and pubic region. She decided that this was the only time she?d wear it just to get the sense of what a slave girl would be like. She looked at herself in the mirror to make certain she didn?t reveal too much. She admired her slim athletic body. Her breasts were small but firm and would fill in time. Then, she came out into the room. ?Maybe a little music to get a full sense of what a slave girl?s life was like?, suggested Mr. Inu as he turned on his player and an African drumbeat began with some chanting voices. The drink was beginning to take effect and Heather lost her inhibitions. Her slim, white body swayed athletically to the music as she danced in the center of the room while Mr. Inu videotaped her. ?You?re a very natural dancer, Heather?, he complimented her. He handed the video recorder to the dwarf who had entered the room. Mr. Inu admired her long, slim alabaster legs and her trim body as she moved rhythmically around the room. He knew the drug he had given her had loosened her up and she was feeling an extreme sexual need. He rose behind her and began dancing. He unbundled her blond hair and let it fall to her waist. Heather danced in a trance as she?d never danced before. The chanting seemed to rise as her white body undulated to the music. From behind, Mr. Inu drew her close and loosened her top, letting it drift to the floor, revealing her small but firm pink nipples. He grasped her by her hips and began kissing her on her neck. Heather?s arms rose over her head as she felt him close. He spun her around and placing his strong, rough hands on her shoulders, guided her to her knees. Heather opened her eyes to see a large black cock extended before her. She had never seen a real cock before and couldn?t imagine it in her. ?Lick and suck it, Heather. Remember, you are a slave in Africa now.? He grasped her hair and drew her mouth to his extended cock. ?Suck, my young eager white bitch. You must learn how a slave served her masters? Obediently, she kissed and licked his 15 inches up and down. ?Take it in your mouth?, he commanded, and she opened as he rammed it into her. After several minutes, he positioned her on her back and spread her legs. Then his thick black fingers probed her. ?No. Umm. No?.? she moaned repeatedly. ?No. Please I only wanted to try the costumes. I must go now. Please, no Mr. Inu.? He slapped her across the face. ?You are a slave, Heather. You must obey and you will call me Master. Do you understand?? Fear gripped her and she whispered, ?Yes.Yes, Master?, as he probed her further, smiling as the young white girl begged. Her slim legs spread, revealing more of her blond pubic triangle and pink cunt lips, which he promptly parted. He rose over her small body, his large black frame hovering and the tip of his black erection at the quivering entrance to her womanhood. Then, with a force she?d never experienced, he mercilessly rammed it into her again and again as she screamed and cried for help. Blood flowed down her leg and onto the carpet. He looked into the camera and, grasping her blonde hair, turned her face toward it defiantly. He shook his fist at the camera and said, ?I have your white virgin daughter now. She is my property to do what I please with and I will command her to serve me. See her virgin blood. I am the first to take her. She is slave to black men and shall serve many.? Then he repositioned Heather on her knees so her soft white ass rose in the air as she stretched forward on her stomach. From behind, he pumped her rectum to the brim until his load of hot African seed shot into her. All the time, the black dwarf laughed and filmed Heather?s moaning and painful introduction by Mr. Inu. At Mr. Inu?s signal, the dwarf placed the video on a holder and joined in fucking Heather through the rest of the night. It was late Saturday morning when Heather awoke. She lay naked on a bed of clean white sheets. She looked around the room, which had mirrored walls and ceiling. She was extremely sore and remembered the lovemaking with Mr. Inu and a dwarf the night before. As she looked at her body, she realized that she had been bathed and smelled very clean. In the mirror, she could see that she wore a small tattoo of some African design above her blonde golden triangle. She was still a little tired and woozy. The door opened to the room and Mr. Inu entered. ?Good morning, Heather. I see that you slept well last night. You are no longer a virgin and I wanted to thank you for sharing your lovely white body and charms. We have some wonderful film of you making love and enjoying it. But, there is more to come.? He came over and sat beside her as she drew away. He grasped her arms and pulled her to him. ?I am you master now and you will please me when I command you.? He began kissing her and she responded taking his tongue in her mouth. Experienced and powerful, he positioned her as his tongue nibbled on her neck causing Heather?s desires to rise. She wanted to stop him but the hot urges she felt in her pussy couldn?t stop. Mr. Inu continued kissing her supine white body as he moved down it until his mouth was at her dripping wet cunt. He expertly began eating the writhing white girl. His tongue darting artfully in and out of her as she moaned, pleaded and begged for him to fuck her. At times, she began to say the words, ?Stop. Stop. No.? But her blonde hair thrashed back and forth as his tongue probed deeper and the words slipped silently away. She needed him to continue. In responding, she kissed him lavishly and then moved down his muscular chest until she reached his huge, extended cock. She took it in her small mouth and sucked saying, ?Let me please you, Master. Let me suck. Let me please you.? As she continued, he fucked Heather relentlessly through the remainder of the day until she lay in a missionary position, exhausted, eyes glazed over with happiness. In the evening, he sent her home, telling her that he expected her to return the following Friday. He and the dwarf talked after she left. ?Wait until she returns next week. I have many plans for our new little slut. She just needs experience, training and some discipline. But, she needs to be humiliated totally first.? The next Monday, Heather returned to school and the classroom. She entered and sat looking around the room. Ahmad entered and sat across from her. Smiling knowingly, he ask, ?How?s your project coming, Heather? Has my Uncle taught you much?? He laughed slyly. ?He has plans for you. You are to dress in your cheerleading costume this Friday..?. The week passed quickly and Friday evening came, Heather dressed in her cheerleading outfit as instructed and drove to the estate. She was shown to a small room and told to wait until called. As she sat in a chair, she could hear rhythmic African music loudly coming from someplace down the hallway. It sounded like a party with many chants that she could not understand. After 30 minutes, Mr. Inu entered and stood over her. ?I am going to put this on you, Heather.? He held a collar with a leash. ?I will take you to the next room where you will dance when I command. There will be many other men there so I expect you to perform well.? He gave her a drink of the sweet liquid to prepare her. ?Yes, Master. I will please you.? She said as she followed him from the room. He led her by the leash and collar down the hallway into a large sunken room filled with large, naked black men. She saw that there were about thirty men in the room and several other beautiful white women, mostly blondes, in the room. One of them was a beautiful blonde with long legs, whom the men called Terri. She was performing in the middle of the room. The others naked women sat on the sidelines in the middle of small packs of seven or eight black men. The women wore collars. Some of them were being fucked or were sucking the largest cocks she?d ever seen. She watched as several men surrounded Terri as she performed her dance. They guided her into several positions and began fucking all her holes. Heather couldn?t believe their intensity as massive black cocks entered Terri again and again. Each of her holes was attacked and torture fucked. Her legs were drawn back and her asshole and cunt were stretched beyond belief. The music stopped at Mr. Inu?s signal as he led Heather to the center of the floor. ?Now, gentlemen, something extra special. This is a new, young former virgin. I had the pleasure a week ago, as you know, of breaking her in. She is a sweet sixteen-year-old and has very little experience. Tonight, she will undergo her first gangbang and you will have a chance to participate. She will go to the men who bid the highest during her dance or who can make a case that they deserve payback. Any questions?? Seeing none, Mr. Inu signaled the music to begin and motioned to Heather to dance. She danced around in her cheerleader costume. The men shouted at her to remove it. ?Remove your clothes, slut!? they screamed loudly. ?Show us your pussy!? Hesitant at first, she looked at Mr. Inu, who signaled that she take off her sweater. Heather obeyed. She followed by removing her skirt and shoes. Finally, she was down to her bra and panties. Mr. Inu moved close to her. ?Ready to see her unveiled? You will enjoy this, men.? He ripped her bra from her, revealing a small, firm set of pink nippled breasts. ?When she is impregnated, those breast will fill with milk for you to suck. Think about that. Think about inseminating this young lovely thing. I can assure you that she is quite tender and soft?ready for pleasuring. ? He turned her around and, holding her by her leash, he tore her panties from her. The room was momentarily silent. Then, a flurry of bidding began. Then, Mr. Inu raised his hand, signaling the bidding was over. ?I have decided,? he said. ?My nephew and the members of the team will have first chance to impregnate her?outside of me and the dwarf. I understand that she has been disrespectful toward them. They need to settle accounts and they need to teach her a lesson.? Heather looked up and saw that the members of the basketball team were watching her naked white body. She couldn?t imagine what they might do to her. They were nearly naked and dressed only in native outfits. She saw they had enormous erections and she tried to imagine how she would serve them. ?Take her, young men. Teach her respect.? He directed as they surrounded her. Ahmad took her by the leash and they drew her hands behind her. The young black masters roughly shackled her wrists and ankles with leather straps as they prepared her for her first black gang inter-breeding. On her knees Heather was taunted loudly as they described what was in store for her. They gagged her with their huge cocks until she nearly choked. Then they took turns brutally gangfucking each tight hole, pumping immense loads deep inside her. Many times, Heather thought she might lose consciousness as she came hard, wanting to please them. They became increasingly aggressive and verbally abusive as they savaged her, making her cunt shake and quiver through the night. Their rough, forceful hands worked her cunt, making her squirm, struggle and moan in desperation. She came multiple times through the night. When they were finished cumming in her, they fitted her with a huge ball gag and a piss-ring gag. They stretched her tiny cunt with a huge speculum and began inserting various dildos in her. When she thought they were through humiliating her, they began again and continued fucking her the entire weekend. Heather lay there at the end of the weekend and listened to them. ?The bitch is ours to use whenever. Can you imagine how far this high and mighty white slut has fallen! Uncle Inu, we owe you a lot.? They gave each other high fives around and shook his hand before leaving. Mr. Inu stood over the prostrate girl. ?You did well, Heather. We still have some time and you should show me how you can please your master now.? He removed her shackles and the collar. ?Serve me?, he ordered, grasping her long blonde hair. Heather sucked him again until he came in her mouth. If any of his sperm dribbled on the floor, she would lick it up as he ordered. The next day, she awoke again naked in the mirrored room. She saw that she still had the tattoo over her pussy. But now, she had a new design on the small of her back. Mr. Inu entered and saw that she didn?t understand. ?The tattoo over you sweet little pussy means that you are my slut and whore, Heather. You have been branded as my property to dispose of as I please. Do you agree?? She nodded that she understood and would serve him. ?The other new tattoo means that you also are the property of the tribe or organization. You are a whore for black men. So, when my nephew or his friends want you, you will spread those wonderful legs of yours. We will of course impregnate you and we will of course punish and discipline you. And, as you know, you deep down have always wanted to be a slave to black men. Heather left later in the day when he had finished with her. In school, her attitude changed to the surprise of her many girlfriends. She began dating Ahmad and the members of the team. She was often seen with them following a game. She dressed differently now as either Ahmad or his Uncle Inu required much shorter skirts that allowed easier access to her pussy and tits. Because she was a leader among the girls, many of them also began dating members of the squad and had their experiences serving as white high school sluts. When summer came, Heather moved to the estate telling her parents that it was an art camp. Mr. Inu made much use of her during the hot months. 4195 1.33/512345