Karma Police 2

KARMA POLICE 2

George and Carla prepared for work in silence almost afraid to speak to each other while they were within earshot of their blackmailer. Before they left Dakota summoned them.

"I'm gonna need dat passcode fo' yo' laptop and yo’ shopping and dat” he demanded handing George a notepad. George reluctantly wrote them down. What choice did he have.

 “Gimme yo house key too bitch” he said holding out his hand. He added "If I ain't around, just hang out back till I get back. You can’t be home unsupervised, understand.” George was stunned at this. He should have replied “yes daddy” but instead he said “are you serious man?”

There was silence for a moment which seemed much longer than it was as Dakota glared at George. "You be forgettin' yo manners bitch.” He said in a low deep voice. By this time George had realised his error and began mumbling an apology. “Sorry daddy…” as he began separating his key to hand over. Dakota jumped out of bed and headed straight for the bathroom. “Follow me bitch” he demanded clapping his hands. George turned as quick as he could and followed him. “Kneel” he commanded as he entered the room, clicking his fingers pointing to the floor. With that he took a bottle of shampoo, grabbed George’s chin commanded him to “open up”  and squirted a substantial amount into his mouth. "Gargle on dat bitch, and try me again and I promise you gon' be real sorry." George swished the awful tasting stuff around his mouth hoping he would be allowed to spit it out.  But he wasn’t. He was told to swallow it and he did.

“What you say bitch? Dakota demanded.

“Sorry for disrespecting you daddy” George replied sheepishly his face flushed with a mixture of fear anger and humiliation.

“An while we is in da bathroom, from now on no bitch ever stands to use the WC. Clear?”

“Yes Daddy” George replied knowing the comment was only directed at him.

Before they left Dakota pulled Carla to him, pushed his hands up her blouse squeezing her tits with his right hand and displacing her bra  while groping her ass with the other before moving in for a deep kiss. “Dem some fine titties” he said after he finally released her.  He slapped her ass when they left as she tried to adjust her clothing.

It’s just as well Dakota couldn’t hear the conversation on the drive to work. “That fucking blackmailing nigger punk, I’d love to rip off his fucking head.” George screamed bringing both fists down on the steering wheel. “It’s not enough that he’s fucking me like a whore and taken over my house. Now I’m not even allowed to take a piss properly or go into MY house  without his permission!” Carla completely sympathized. She knew George was taking most of the pain here. Even if Dakota fucked them both equally it would be harder for George but as it was, most of attention was on the policeman. “He’ll soon get tired of all this George, you’ll see.” She said.  Again, they discussed how they could get off the hook they were both on but so far they couldn’t come up with anything plausible.

Entering the changing rooms at the station George was ultra aware of his smoothly shaved body and went out of his way to get changed when no one was looking. But how long could he hide from other officers? It shouldn’t have been a big issue relative to the other shit he was dealing with but Dakota still insisted George wear whatever underwear he’d been wearing the previous day so it was a constant reminder of his predicament.  The thought his cock was in the same place where another guys had been disgusted him beyond words, never mind that it was a filthy nigger. He thought about keeping other underwear at the station that he could change into during the day but such was his fear of Dakota that he decided against it for the moment.

Neither George or Carla were very surprised to find Dakota was not home when they returned in the mid afternoon. Carla’s car was gone so they knew he wasn’t in.  They did as they were told and sat out the back by the small pool in the yard waiting for him to come back, which he did after about 30 minutes.

“You don’t mind I borrowed yo car Pussy” he said smiling waving her keys and carrying a bag.

“No master” she replied.

“I decided yo can call me Daddy too, after all, I is the daddy here. How you like dat?”

“Thank you so much Daddy” Carla replied feigning as much gratitude as she could muster.

With that he unlocked the door and summonsed the police officers inside.

"I wanna see y'all butt naked, you gots 1 minute" Dakota commanded and they both immediately began stripping where they stood.

He had moved to the lounge  and they followed him there. When he pointed at the floor they both knelt simultaneously.

"Y'all bitches ain't deserve it but I done got y'all a gift." Dakota announced as he opened the bag he’d arrived in with. "Check dis out, ain't dey cute?" he said as he pulled out two matching swimming costumes.  "dey both da same size ladies” he said as he threw one at each of them.

They were pink and yellow bikini sets with a summer design. The bottom part tied with strings on either side while the bra tied around the back and again around the neck.

“Get dem on girls” Dakota commanded sounding a little excited.

What choice did they have. Carla was done in no time. George perhaps wanted to delay this latest humiliation as long as he could.  The crotch area was not big enough to cover his cock and it disappeared into a thong behind him. But  he knew better than to complain and soon had the top half on as well.

“You feelin’ dem?” Dakota demanded?

Carla replied first. “Thank you daddy, I love it!” as she tried to force a smile.

George followed with “thank you daddy it’s great” but he couldn’t muster any fake enthusiasm.

"Both y'all my bitches so I gotta take care of y'all." Dakota said grinning from ear to ear.

“But before we goes, try dese on” as he produced two pairs of women’s wedge sandals with a two inch heel that you could slip into but which exposed the toes. Clearly he had done his homework as they were two different sizes.

Without hesitation both police officers pushed their feet into their new footwear.

"Let me see you strut in dose kicks" Dokota said looking at George.

Men walking in women’s shoes almost always looks ungainly and this was no exception.

"You gon' need to work on walkin' like a bad ass chick baby. We can work on dat laters"

"Meantime we gonna chill on dem sun loungers in the back, ya dig? We still has a couple of hours of sun and it important to relax y’know”

With that they all headed to the yard. Dakota instructed them both to lie on their backs.

“Shouldn’t we wear suncream daddy” Carla asked.

“No baby, we is trying to get a fast tan but don’t worry, daddy ain’t gonna keep you out too long”

George was now very worried. He was going to have tan lines like he was wearing a bra.  How the hell would he explain that to his colleagues. He was also worried that one of his pals might call round and find him dressed like that. Although he thought that was less likely as they usually phoned first. He was just thankful that his yard was mostly concealed.

Dakota soon had George fetch him a beer, making sure he did so in his new sandals. In no time he was also smoking a joint and had the usual black music on that George detested. But all he could do was lie there and soak up the rays. After about 10 minutes he had Carla over to fuck her. And she did so while keeping on her new swimwear. From the corner of his eye George watched as she mounted her black master and impaled herself on his phallus. It took her several minutes before it was fully inside her.  Dakota demanded she demean herself even more as she used her leg muscles to rise maybe 7 inches before slowly descending again. “Dat’s it girl, tell daddy how much you love nigger dick” and of course Carla said all the right things with phrases like “It’s everything I ever dreamed of to be your bitch” or “I love having your big black member inside me”.

George had not cum since Dakota had given him a hand job a few days before. He had no choice to listen to Carla being defiled beside him.  While he hated Dakota more than anyone he also envied him. Carla was a very pretty girl, great ass and tits and sexy with it. He would have jumped at the chance to fuck her if she had shown him any interest.  Now he had to sit by and watch while the bastard had unlimited access to her and could fuck her at will now and for years into the future.  As he daydreamed, he wondered if Dakota would every allow him to fuck her. He could feel his dick getting hard and he didn’t want this if for no other reason it was something Dakota would probably use against him.

He was brought back to reality when the front door bell rang. Carla was still pistoning on his cock. Suddenly he was full of fear that someone would see him like this.

“Yo bitch, go see who dat is and make sure you is wearing dem nice shoes”.

George got to his feet, put on his wedges and clip clopped out to the front door still not able to walk properly in them. He was also aware his cock was semi-erect and his bikini wasn’t covering him fully. In fact he couldn’t believe he was dressed like this and was about to open the door to someone. It was utter mortification but he reminded himself had no choice. He opened the door a little to find it was a delivery man.

“I have a delivery here for George Thompson, it needs to be signed for.”  His mind flashed back to the morning when Dakota had asked for his online shopping passwords. There was no way to sign for it without opening the door and letting the guy see him. But at least it was someone that didn’t know him.  He opened the door doing his best to hide his erection by standing sideways but of course he couldn’t hide his bikini top.  He took the pen and scribbled his name and grabbed the parcel without out saying a word or making any kind of eye contact with the delivery guy.

“Dat same day delivery really is somethin’” Dakota commented as George brought the parcel out to him.

"You lucky for dat delivery, otherwise your lil' clit would be pokin' out yo bikini!"

George went bright red again. Dakota had noticed him getting hard.  Then he noticed that Carla was now sitting on him so he must have cum in her. He knew he’d be cleaning up soon and was trying to anticipate where the cum would be. Hopefully over the seat. Better to lick cum of a seat than of his black cock.

"Girl, you got a whole lotta mess to clean up around here."

George realized he was talking to him. That was the first time he’d referred to him as ‘girl’ and he wasn’t sure if it was better or worse than bitch.

“Yes daddy, right away” George replied making his way over.  Carla was sweating profusely after all her exertions in the sun and it was clear Dakota was still inside her waiting for the order to dismount. Before that happened Dakota pulled George in for one of the French kisses he was so fond of. He was on his feet bending over to meet his reclined master. As usual he was stinking of cigarettes, weed and beer and there was some transfer of saliva that had to be consumed. Dakota’s hand reached up to George’s cock under his bikini pants, fondling it while he was orally assaulting him. It was a little victory for him that he didn’t respond to the pulling and caressing he thought.  When Dakota eventually broke the kiss he was still holding George’s manhood.

“We is going to need to do somethin’ bout dis, I cant have my bitch getting off when daddy is doin’ what he needs to do.”

“Yes daddy” George responded, resigned. He was now suffering from embarrassment fatigue and knew that whatever Dakota had  in mind there wasn’t much he could do about it.

A minute later Carla had stood up making a plopping sound  as she separated herself from his penis, he was licking cum off Dakota’s cock. Most of was in his pubic hair making it very difficult to extract. Could there be anything more gross than having your face in another mans pubes never mind sucking cum out of them he wondered to himself. But Dakota was in no rush, he just lit another joint while giving out the occasional instruction. “Get all dat nut girl”, “take dat whole ball in yo mouth”, “some o dat is down near daddy’s ass hole, make sure you get ever drop”, “you miss any you is in trouble bitch”. Cleaning the hairless Carla was much easier and he did get a certain thrill licking her pussy but was trying his best to avoid another erection.

Half an hour later he was on his back sunbathing again. He could feel the sun on his skin and knew he would be a little burned next day.  Another 45 minutes on his stomach followed. Again, the bikini strap on his skin would leave a white mark tomorrow.

Carla had been given the job of making something to eat.  Dakota had decided only men should eat meat. That meant only him.  George and Carla had vegetables only. Again Dakota did his best to make the whole experience as demeaning as possible. “you want some beer girl” he asked George. He replied in the affirmative of course. With that Dakota took a mouthful of beer, swished it around in his mouth before locking on to George and depositing the liquid into him.  “Dat nice, baby?” he enquired. And of course George thanked him in the usual way.

After dinner Dakota had another surprise. He sent George to get the parcel that was delivered earlier. "I ain't just buy you a bikini, I got you somethin' else too." He said excitedly. “Open it up baby, I hope you likes it”.

George was pretty sure he wouldn’t like it but of course he opened it. His heart sank when he saw it. It was a chastity device, the type made from clear latex. “For me?” George wondered out loud, hoping it wasn’t but knowing it was. "That gon' take care of that lil' problem you was dealin' wit earlier." Dakoka was excited about his new purchase. He showed George how discreet it was and how the top could be pulled down separating his balls and secured to a strap at the base of his cock. "And you ain't never gotta stress 'bout breakin' the standin' in the toilet rule, not here or anywhere else cus you gotta sit when you wearin’ dis”

"You ain't lookin' happy. I went through all dat trouble to get you this and you ain't showin' no appreciation." Dakota scolded him.

"Maybe you trippin' about not getting’ to rub one out. But don't worry, I'll be keepin' your prostate in check every day so when you need to release it’ll happen all natural baby."

“Now come to daddy and show some appreciation girl.” He said as he gestured George over. He was now a tad taller than Dakota with his new heels on. “Put yo arms over my shoulders baby, we gotta make sure daddy got full access to his bitch” This was inevitably followed by another mouth rape while Dakota used both hands squeezing his ass cheeks and rubbing his anus. “I likes you in dat little G-string, it is real sexy baby and you shouldn’t be hiding that little ass ” he said when he eventually separated. “Just get daddy’s fingers clean, good girl” he said pushing the fingers that had been in his ass into his mouth. 

"Girl, you actin' like you ain't got no home trainin'." Dakota said looking at George expectantly and raising an eyebrow.

The penny dropped with George. “Thank you for my chastity device daddy” he said flushed.

"I think it's about time we see if it fits right." Dakota said picking up the device. “Pussy get yo ass over here cus you is gonna be helping out wit dis in da future.

“Get a bag of ice and some lube Pussy” he instructed as he pushed George onto the settee. “Spread dem legs now” he said. Carla returned and pressed a bad of ice into his groin while Dakota quickly read the instructions.

"I don't think we gon' need no lube. He only got a little clitty anyway” In a few minutes Dakota had the device on him.  And as he promised earlier, it was possible to pull the head to the base of his cock and attach it there. It could be secured with a padlock or with individually numbered plastic locks, making sure it wasn’t sticking out too much.

"Everyday Pussy gonna take it off, get you cleaned up, and put it back on again so it be nice and fresh."

Now looking at Carla he said  "Gotta always  have some ice on deck 'cause I ain't tryna have her all riled up, ya feel me? And she ain’t ever allowed to do what only daddy is allowed to do or der will be serious trouble. If she give you any problem, you jus’ let daddy know."

Dakota held up the little key before attaching it to a chain he already had around his neck. "Let's get yo bikini draws back on so we can peep how dat chastity look." In a few minutes George was on his feet wearing his new swimwear and shoes.

"My bitch be startin' to look like a bitch fa real." Dakota exclaimed as he inspected George like he was cattle. The way the chastity was attached, his cock was indeed less visible than before.  George felt totally emasculated.

The next 15 minutes were spent teaching George “how to strut like a hoe” as Dakota put it. He wasn’t happy about George’s gait in his new shoes so Carla was giving him lessons. She told him to keep his back straight, keep your arms by your side,  look ahead and put one foot in front of the other like you’re on a tightrope.

Another  humiliation followed as Dakota produced two identical garter belts he’d picked up earlier. It was elasticated baby blue lace to be worn around the leg. "Put these on yo right thigh, ladies" he said throwing one to each of them. “In fact you both can keep wearin’ dem when you is workin’. No one gonna see, are dey?”

"We just gotta handle one more thing before we hit the hay" as he gestured Carla over.

"I peeped earlier how cute your toes look with that red nail polish. How you think about them bitch?” directing his question at George.

“I really like them a lot, they really look good on her” George replied.

"Dat's what I was thinkin', den I started wonderin' why all my girls can't have da same thang."

George was wondering where this was going to end. Dakota was hell bent on humiliating him in every way possible. Being fucked like a girl was one thing because maybe you could forget about it for a while. But being feminized, being called bitch or girl,  having your body shaved, wearing bikini swimwear, garter belts, women’s shoes, having your body suntanned with the outline of a bra, having to adjust your gait to look more feminine. All these things were either permanent or semi-permanent. And George knew exactly what was coming next.

"Carla, I be thinkin' Bitch would really dig havin' toes jus' like yours. You think you could hook her up?"

“Of course, I’d love to daddy” Carla said playing along.

“What you think baby?” he asked George, as if he had any say in the matter. But of course he knew how to reply.

“I’d love to, thank you daddy”.

“Go get yo gear Pussy” Dakota instructed.

When she returned to the room George was sitting on Dakota’s lap. He had one arm wrapped around his torso and the other rested on George’s chastity device.

“How dat feel now you been wearin’ it for a while” he said tapping  the plastic then allowing his fingers to find his balls, weighing them and gently scratching at them.

“Yea, it fits me well daddy” was all George could manage in response.

He was sitting on Dakota’s penis and he could feel it harden below him. He was pretty sure one of them would be servicing him in the near future.

Carla had now taken hold of his right foot and was beginning to apply the nail polish.  George sat as still as he could feeling Dakota’s beard at his neck and his breath on the side of his face while he continued to grope his balls. The potent smell of the nail polish filled the air. He didn’t even want to look. What would happen if Dakota wanted him to paint his fingernails. He couldn’t do it he thought. He would just have to go to prison. Then he put that thought out of his mind.  That would be worse than anything.  He had to play along here until he got a break.

“All done daddy.” Carla said from the floor. “I think it takes about 20 minutes to dry” she added.

"That ain't no thang, we can spend forever, bring me a brew and a blunt Pussy. Me and my boo thang be kickin' it and sharin' some love while we wait, you know what I'm sayin' girl?" he said  addressing his question to George.

“Yes daddy” was all George could think of replying.

Dakota pushed him back a little and got him in position for more smooching. George thought he couldn’t take 20 minutes of this. But no sooner had he thought it than he was  having his face sucked by his blackmailer. It was like the other encounters except longer. He had Dakota explore every corner of his mouth, along the outside of his teeth then the insides. Along the roof and the base of his mouth and of course endless tongue on tongue action where George was expected to participate submissively, and he did. Occasionally he broke the kiss and licked up he side of his face. He would gather a substantial amount of saliva in his mouth then slowly drizzle it into George’s who would then swallow it. The whole time Dakota’s right hand never left George’s balls, he cupped them, weighed them, squeezed them and pulled at them.  George had felt his cock trying to enlarge but of course the chastity device prevented it. Maybe that was a small silver lining to being locked up this way. “Dose little balls is fillin’ up nicely” he added. All the while Dakota’s boner never subsided beneath him. Just before he was finished he dropped his hand to seek out George’s hole. And when he found it, he managed to get two fingers fully in. George let out an involuntary groan. "That fool baby daddy just playin' wit yo pussy, girl." Finally he withdrew his fingers and George knew exactly where they would be going. In his mouth. “Get dem nice and clean baby” he commanded.

"Now let's peep dem fly toes of yours." He said pushing George to his feet.

“"I love dat, dey fine as hell!" he exclaimed.

“What does my little lady think, does you like ‘em”

“I really like them” George lied.

"I can't even deal no more, you got me so fired up I'm about to pop off!"

"Get dem shoes on and strut around for me girl"

George looked at his new toes for the first time. It was hard to take in. It was even worse when he saw them peeking through the top of his wedges. It could have been a woman’s foot he was looking down at. But he didn’t have time to think about that now, he did his best to walk up and down the room the way he was taught earlier. Despite a couple of wolf whistles from his master he let George know he needed to improve.   After a few minutes of this he pulled George down over his lap and delivered a few smacks on his ass.

"If you don't step up, you gonna see a whole lot more where that came from, now what you say to daddy?”

“Thank you for giving me a chance to improve daddy” he replied.

"An' another thang you need mo' practice at is suckin' daddy's dick,  and there be no time like da present."

Of course George knew what was coming. He had been fully aware of Dakotas raging erection for at least half an hour now.

Dakota called Carla over. "grab some of that fly lip gloss for yourself and hook this chick up too"

In few minutes both ‘girls’ were wearing glossy red lipstick.

"Man, dem two girls lookin' real pretty, all sexy and ready to go!" He had them both on their knees either side of him.

"We havin' a tag team blowjob, whoever winnin' gets to eat daddy's nut."

And so it began. They weren’t allowed to use their hands. Carla licked his shaft and soon had the big mushroom head in her mouth. George took up the rear and sucked on his balls, taking each one in his mouth individually. He licked up the shaft as far as he could get and then he switched positions with Carla.  Dakota as usual was doling out encouragement as only he could. "White trash ain't good for nothin' but givin' head." "White babes diggin' black seed fo' sho'."

Dakota didn’t take long to reach the big moment. As it happened Carla had his dick deep down her throat when he began to spurt.  He pulled her head back a bit and told her not to swallow.  Meanwhile a few streaks shot up her face leaving a trail that ended at her eye where it had pooled. George kept licking his balls, not sure if he could make an important decision like that without his lord and master’s permission.

"I know I said the winner could eat my nut but is that really fair?" Dakota wondered aloud.

"Baby, you put in just as much work as Pussy. How you feel about splitting that up?" he asked George.

“Thank you daddy but Carla won it fairly, I think she should have it”

Dakota interpreted this as defiance and delivered George a stinging slap on the face.

"You ain't here to be thinking Bitch, you here to figure out what daddy want."

“Sorry daddy, I’d love the chance to share your seed, thank you”.

“Dat better girl” he replied. "You best start by gettin' her face cleaned up."

Without hesitation he licked the now cold cum off her face getting as much as possible into his mouth being careful not to swallow it.  He had often though  what it would be like to kiss Carla but her never in a million years thought if the chance came, it would be under these circumstances. Soon they were sharing their master’s cum in a kiss that saw it passed back and forwards between them for some time. And there seemed to be a huge amount of it. Dakota paid close attention to them warning them not to swallow any of it. After about 5 minutes when he was happy both their mouths were fully coated with his semen did he allow them to swallow it. 

Dakota had eaten garlic earlier and George was sure he could detect a hint of it in his sperm.  After only a few days of eating his blackmailers cum he was able to detect subtle differences in how it tasted. He had never thought he’d  ever eat cum never mind having an awareness of things like this.  Now the thought was in his head he was sure he’d be contemplating his masters diet the next time he tasted his seed, which was unlikely to be very long.

It was bedtime again. And George was sleeping with ‘daddy’ again. Soon his big cock was parked between George’s butt cheeks and his right hand reached around nursing his plastic encased balls.   

“What was the best part of today for you baby” Dakota whispered into his ear pressing his hairy face into George’s head. George was exhausted mentally and physically and did not want to relive anything that had happened. But once again he had to play the fucking nigger’s game. “I really liked all of it daddy. Thank you” But Dakota wanted more. It wasn’t enough that he had humiliated George all day long. Now he wanted him to do the same to himself. “Dat’s real nice baby but if you could jus do one thing again, what would it be?”  George knew he had to play along so he did. “I really love the chastity device, it’s so cool. So that’s what I’d do again”.  Dakota squeezed his balls gently. “Dat real nice answer baby, what you liking so much about it?”  George tried to think of what Dakota wanted to hear. “Well I love how you have control over me, it makes me feel that you really want to look after me. And it will make sure I don’t accidentally touch myself because I know you don’t allow that. And I’ll never make the mistake of standing up in a bathroom. But mostly it will help me focus on what is really important, and that is serving my daddy as best I can.”

As he spoke he could feel his daddy’s penis harden between his ass cheeks. He was getting off on the humiliation big time George thought.

"Dat's real nice of you to say baby. I’m going to make you the best little bitch in the state. How you feel about having daddy inside you again, it’s been over 12 hours since the last time?”

Of course Dakota wasn’t asking George for permission.

“I’d love that Daddy, please fuck me.”

In hardly any time at all, Dakota was ploughing George’s ass hard and furious.  George had decided to go along fully. If he think’s I’m kinda enjoying it, he’ll stop getting a kick out of it he reasoned. “Fuck me harder daddy, I want you deep inside me” he shouted as his daddy filled his ass with his seed one more time. He didn’t wait to be told to clean his dick, he got straight to it when Dakota pulled out of him.  When he was done cleaning he thanked his daddy for fucking him. And when he woke in the morning he decided he was going to get under the sheets and blow him. What a difference a day makes.