Karma Police

Karma Police

George Thompson was a sergeant in the NYPD. He was 40 years old, about 6 foot, recently divorced.  He thought of himself as quite the catch because he had no trouble picking up women and he spent most of his spare time at the gym. His partner Carla Banks was a new recruit 6 months into the job. She was 23, shoulder length blond hair, usually tied back. At about 5’2 she was petite but very attractive with it. They spent a lot of time on patrol together keeping a high profile in their marked car and responding to 911 calls around their beat in Brownsville. 

George didn’t consider himself a racist, but he was, and he spent a lot of time making racist comments when on duty. He didn’t like how the young black guys dressed. “Look at the state of that nigger” he would  say to Carla, pointing at how they wore their pants pulled down so you could see their underwear. To his mind, blacks were poor because they were work shy, they were always scrounging welfare, thieving, and even murdering each other. He had plenty of other ideas along the same lines, but we don’t need to list them all here.

And he wasn’t a fan of ‘by the book’ policing. It was a waste of time in his eyes. The criminals just get a slap on the wrist and are allowed back out to commit more crime. George was an advocate for more ‘direct’ policing. This usually involved roughing people up or worse when there was no one around. That’s where Carla came in.  She would make sure it was safe to proceed before giving George the all clear to dish out his own form of instant justice.  You had to be careful these days as everyone had cell phones and the media loved to exaggerate these incidents getting the police sacked or even imprisoned. 

One evening just such an incident occurred. A dispatch call came though of a burglary in progress in  one of the projects in the area. After a brief chase they cornered the suspect down a deserted lane. George recognised the guy as an ex-con. They had crossed swords in the past. For whatever reason, George had the guy against the wall at the end of the lane and shot him four times. He died instantly. He was no threat, he had his hands up and had surrendered. “Don’t worry” Carla said. “there’s no one about, we’ll make it look like he shot at us first.” With that the searched him and found a small pistol strapped to his ankle. They pressed it into the corpse’s  dead and fired a couple of shots into the ground to give them the cover they needed, as they would later claim they had been shot at first.

As expected, there was an investigation, reports were filed and the two officers were commended for their bravery. They had done this more than once and they had no reason to expect any other outcome. “That’s another useless nigger off the streets” George would say. There were protests about police brutality, but as usual they came to nothing.  They went on working together like nothing had happened.  

A month passed when George received a package in the mail.  It was a USB thumb drive. There was a post-it note attached. It read “you might want to view this in private, Bitch”. NYPD policy was not to insert such media into police computers because of viruses anyway, so he put it in his pocket to watch later when he got home.  Another shift with Carla passed without incident before he got home around 9pm. He lived in  a fine  house he had inherited from his parents  in a nice part of town.  After eating and having a couple of beers he remembered about  the USB drive. He popped it into his laptop and very soon realized it was a home security system recording of the incident where he had shot the young black man. It had sound as well. It showed everything. When if finished a cell phone number appeared with the message “call this number on Thursday at 6pm, we wouldn’t want anyone else to see this”. Thursday was tomorrow.  This was some serious shit.  It would mean life in prison if it got out, probably the same for Carla too. Hard enough at the best of times, but even harder as an ex-police officer with a reputation for roughing up blacks.

Carla lived in an apartment 10 minutes walk away. “You need to get over here Carla, we could be in big trouble” he said when he called her. She was over in no time. They sat in silence for a long time before Carla said “What the fuck are we going to do?”  “We have to go along with this guy, I bet he’s a nigger” he added. They took comfort from the fact that it hadn’t been put on social media or handed to a TV station. It meant they had a chance get out of it. “Whatever this bastard wants, we just play along until we get our opportunity to fix things” George said, trying to reassure Carla who was beside herself with worry.

There wasn’t much sleep to be had that night despite George pinning several large whiskies. They were on an early shift that finished at 4pm. It gave them time to get home to make the call. 

The phone rang about 6 times before it picked up. “Who dis?” the voice on the line said. “I knew it was a nigger” George thought. “It’s Sgt George Thompson, who am I speaking with?” he said trying to sound authoritative but not quite pulling it off. “I ask the questions bitch” came back the reply. “You got the other bitch there?” the voice on the line asked.  “She’s right here you wanna speak with her?” George asked.  “I’ll speak wit that bitch some other time, Where’s you at bitch? We needs to talk”. George was reluctant to give out his address so suggested meeting in a café or other public place. “Yo bitch, you is not in no position to negotiate wif me. I want your address right now or I hang up dis motherfuckin’ phone”.  Knowing he had no other option, he gave out his address. What else would he do.  “Make sure you is home alone and der is no one else in the house, bitch”. He said he’d call by sometime after 7pm.

They pondered the idea of having Carla hide in the house and attacking him. But they were certain there were copies of the video recording. They couldn’t take that chance as it would  just make things worse. So reluctantly Carla went home. “Call me as soon as he leaves, I wanna know what he wants” she said as she left and gave George a reassuring hug. “We’ll find a way through this” she said.

George spent the next half- hour doing a risk assessment in his house of valuables that he might be forced to hand over, stashing anything semi valuable into a few bags and boxes and shoving them into the attic.

He lived on a wide street and had quite a good view of the road from his window.  So he spent the next while  pacing up and down and keeping an eye on the outside. At about 7:45pm a beat out red Ford Thunderbird crawled slowly down the street.  It looked like it should have been in scrapyard. One of the doors was a different color from the rest and the trunk was being held down with string. George thought to himself he  would probably have busted this guy if he saw him driving it when he was on duty. But he was more interested in who got out. He could see it was a black guy and he was about the same height as George, maybe 30 years old.  He had a lot of hair and looked unshaven. He appeared unkempt and dirty . He actually looked  like a homeless guy George thought.

Wearing an ill fitting t-shirt and baggy sweat pants and sneakers he sauntered up  the driveway, lighting a cigarette as he approached the house. George was at the front door waiting for him. “Please come in” George offered as he opened the door and forced a smile. He hated smoking but didn’t think this was the time to ask him to extinguish the cigarette. “I’m George” he said offering his hand, “do you have a name?” he enquired.  “Dat don’t matter right now, jus lead the way bitch” was all he said. George closed the door then led him to the living room. He offered his guest a seat. “Please make yourself comfortable”. He couldn’t help noticing the smell, like this guy hadn’t washed in a week.  “Nice place yous got here” he said as he sat deep into the armchair. George stuttered a little as he thanked him for the compliment.  

“Looks like we got ourselves a little bit of a situation here” the visitor offered. George agreed, “how much do you want man?” He realised that the ash from his cigarette was about to fall so rushed to grab a side plate from the kitchen.  “Good timing bitch” he smiled as he stumped the cigarette into the plate. He had lost track of how many times this nigger had called him a bitch and it took all his will power to ignore it.  “It ain’t all about money ya know, sure, money’s nice but, you might have other things that we can negotiate over.”

“What kind of things?” George raised his eyebrows as he asked because he was genuinely bewildered reckoning  this was a blackmail for money deal.

“You like to suck cock, bitch?” the visitor asked ever so matter of factly.

“You gotta be kidding me!” George replied stunned at this, not quite shouting but raising his voice and making his point. “You are barking up the wrong tree mister I am interested in women only, I’m not gay, never was never will be, get that into your head” he added. 

“Dat’s a shame” the visitor said, pulling himself to his feet. “Looks like no deal.”

As he shuffled to the front door he added “once I is out o dis house, dat’s it, understand?” 

George was in a corner. He knew the alternative. It was too awful to contemplate. “Hold up man, don’t go, we can work something out” he said desperately trying to figure out how he could get off this hook. 

The visitor turned and looked at him. “We ain’t going to work anyting out apart from you doing what you is told, has you go it?” His tone was now a little more menacing.

“Absolutely, I’ll do it” George replied trying to somehow pretend he was happy about it and forcing a smile. 

The visitor took his seat again. “Get into your police uniform sergeant, you got three minutes… move it”.

George stood like a rabbit in the headlights for a few seconds while the visitor looked at the clock on his phone. Then rushed out of the room to follow the instructions he’d just been given. 

Returning to the room but having no idea how long it had been he stood in front of the visitor. “Very nice bitch. Now I knows you never sucked a brother before but you must know how it’s done. If one of your teeth touches me I’m gonna fuck you up for real, got it?” George nodded.

“Now we is going to make a little movie of dis so I is going to tell you what you is to do. You walk over the room where I’m sitting, get on your knees, you pull down my sweats and my underwear and get to work. When you is sucking me, you look up at me, dats how I likes my bitches to do it, clear?”

George was visibly shaken at this latest revelation that it was being filmed. “Please man, you can’t record this, I’m begging you, what are you going to do with the recording?”

“If I stand up again I’m going, and  I ain’t coming back, you decide bitch.” He replied.

At that point George knew he had no choice but to do exactly what he was told.  He walked across the room slowly as the phone recorded him. He got to his knees and using both hands pulled at the sweats as the visitor lifted himself allowing them to drop to the floor. He smelled of dirt and piss. Then it was time to remove the boxer shorts. They were stained with piss and probably cum George thought and he could see the outline of his penis. There was no going back now he thought as he performed the same manoeuvre  again revealing a very large semi erect penis lying a bed of black pubic hair.  The visitor propped up the  cell phone and pushed his policeman’s hat to the floor grabbling  the hair on top of his head with his left hand. 

“Lick dose balls first bitch” his blackmailer instructed. They were big, hairy, heavy and disgusting as far as George was concerned. But he did it. He started licking. And it tasted worse than  they smelled and they were really hairy. It couldn’t be worse. He hoped he wouldn’t vomit. He had only been licking for a few seconds when his head was pushed back with one hand and a firm right hand slap to the face was delivered. “Eyes up looking at daddy.” He said in a low but firm voice.  The shock of the slap disorientated him for a few seconds but the word ‘daddy’ was spinning around his head. “What the fuck am I getting into  here.” he thought as he mechanically directed his gaze up at this young black punk. He was controlling his head movements now using both hands. George had never tasted piss before but he was pretty sure that was a lot of what he was tasting now. Dried piss that was several days old. Maybe dried cum as well, it was hard to say.  After a few minutes it was time for the main event. “Get to the head bitch” he said in a low voice. His breathing rate had increased noticeably, and he was now fully erect.  He was very big and very thick. It must be 8 inches George thought.  Now the visitor was controlling him using his ears, pulling him back and forward along his cock. Meanwhile George focused on looking up even though for a lot of the time the black man’s eyes were closed. “Dats right bitch, just like dat, I don’t believe you aint never done dis before”. He continued with comments like this for most of the ordeal. Now releasing his ears he placed his left hand behind George’s hair and used his right to pinch his nostrils pulling him further along the unforgiving shaft. Every thirty seconds or so as his nose was pressed into his pubic bone he would release him as his face convulsed gagging on the huge intruder. His uniform was covered in saliva and other gunk that he brought up before it all started again. This lasted about ten minutes. George was now silently pleading for him to cum before he was choked to death. “When I cum bitch, you take my nut in your mouth and you keep it there, you don’t swallow, gottit?”  George thought  he’d never want a guy to cum in his mouth but now he couldn’t wait for it.  He nodded his head as much as you can in his situation.   Soon he felt the penis in him mouth harden still further, he could hear the grunts getting louder.  It pushed deeper and deeper into his throat just before sliding halfway out and releasing spurt upon spurt of cum. Most of it ended up in his mouth, a little up his nose. 

He couldn’t work out what he was feeling at that moment. Relief mainly and strangely a small sense of achievement but this was transitory. When he got his breath back he envisaged his situation, he was on his knees in front of a young black guy, with his mouth full with his cum and what felt like pints of his own saliva all over him. He could taste the sour saltiness of the cum in his mouth as it coated his tongue and filled the hallow of his mouth and now the utter humiliation of knowing he didn’t even have the power to either spit it out or swallow. He had to wait for the next instruction from this fucking thug. 

The ‘thug’ lay back in the chair savouring his orgasm. He had let go of Georges hair and sat still for several minutes until he got his breath back. Eventually he pulled himself forward and instructed George to “open up”. Looking in his mouth he congratulated George with faint praise. “You has got most of it bitch” he said smiling  following his inspection. “Taste it, and love it” he instructed. George, unsure what to do swirled his tongue around the foul substance. “Now swallow bitch and show daddy it’s all gone” he said with a triumphalist smirk lifting the camera phone making sure he got the money shot.  He was glad to at this point. He opened his mouth for him to then inspect him like a horse looking all round his mouth and inspecting his teeth. He pushed two nicotine stained fingers in feeling for anything that might be his unswallowed sperm  as part of the quality control.

“Kneel up bitch, let me have a look at you” he said pulling George up. His hand went straight between his legs grabbing his cock.  A huge smile came over his face as he realised his victim had got no sexual pleasure out of this. “Straight boys are more fun” he said as he released him. 

“Now let’s just finish up with a nice kiss.” He suggested. There is something about kissing someone that is even more intimate than sucking their cock, George reflected. But there was no point in resisting, not now after everything that had just happened. The black man grabbed him by his shirt collar, pulled his head forward and pushed his tongue down his throat.   He tasted like cigarettes and beer George thought. But worse was he could feel his facial hair.  This was nearly unbearable for him as he found the whole idea of coming into contact with a man’s facial hair like this as simply disgusting.  His tongue explored everywhere in his mouth. Every tooth, all along the top and bottom, inside and out.  George couldn’t stop this invasion but did his best to keep his own tongue out of the way. He didn’t want to touch the invader if at all possible. But it wasn’t.  “Dat’s not how you welcome daddy’s tongue bitch” he said as he broke off the kiss and clearly feigning annoyance. And  so their tongues met and did that little dance that lovers do.  The visitor took George’s tongue between his teeth and pulled it into his mouth, under his control for a little while before returning to more fully invasive kissing and exchange of saliva that was a metaphor for their relationship of control and submission. He was slowly spitting into George’s mouth and of course he had no choice but to swallow it all. His humiliation was total.  When they broke away he snapped his fingers pointing at his eyes. The message was to keep looking up at him, don’t break eye contact. So he sat there like a little lapdog staring at the fucking nigger who had invaded his home and humiliated him more in one hour that he had been in his whole life combined.  He could see his big member, flaccid now, in his peripheral vision. He hated it. He hated having to submissively look up to this bum. This complete loser had just somehow got lucky getting his hands on that video but now he held all the cards. 

After about five minutes he was instructed to “Get up and get me a beer bitch.” He said like he was talking to a dog. George thought about having a beer as well but then thought better of it.

“I think I might crash here tonight, you don’t mind do you bitch?” he said in an almost friendly tone. George was secretly gutted at this.  He just wanted to get this guy the fuck out so he could clear his head.  “Of course, that’s no problem.” He replied. “But I’m on the early shift so we gotta be out for  7am.

“YOU gotta be out, don’t worry about me bitch. Just make sure you leave me a key, I might be coming and going”

WTF, give him a key! It was dawning on George that there was nothing he could refuse this guy, nothing.

George although completely defeated mustered up the courage to challenge him about the was he spoke to him.

“Man, would you mind not calling me ‘bitch’ I find it really upsetting, I’d really appreciate it” he said.

The visitor took a long pull on his beer then lit a cigarette before letting go a long burp. “First up, don’t ever call me ‘man’, second up your name is Bitch and dat is what you will answer to, got it?”

George sat defeated nodding his head but followed up with another question. “What is your name?”

“Is you dumb, bitch?” he replied impatiently. “What has I been tellin’ you all night wot my name is to you?”

The penny dropped with George. Stammering he said “D-d-daddy?”. This is so fucked up George thought. This guy must be ten years younger than him, was a hobo down and out who was also a nigger and he was expected to call him ‘daddy’. 

“Dat’s right genius” Daddy replied. “Now let’s practice. Ask me if you can go to the can”. Feeling a mixture of embarrassment and stupidly, he offered “May I go to the toiled…. Daddy”. 

“See bitch, dat was easy weren’t it?. Now here’s da rule. Everytime you ask me somethin’ you add Daddy to the end. Everytime I calls you ‘bitch’ you always reply and you adds Daddy to the end of your reply. Even a dumb bitch piece of shit like you can remember dat surely?

The room fell silent for a moment while George tried to process this. Before slowly whispering “yes daddy” and felt the blood rush to his face at the intense embarrassment of what he just said. He felt utterly conquered and just wanted to die. How the fuck was he going to get himself  out of this.

“Turn on the TV bitch.” Daddy demanded.  “Yes of course Daddy”.  Damn, he had said ‘daddy’ almost without even thinking about it but he know he would never get used to it.

Playing with the  remote control he switched to some black music rap channel. Exactly the sort of music that George hated.

“You know how to suck toes bitch?”

“I’m not sure” George replied. 

“Well, we is about to find out” replied the blackmailer. “Get my sneakers off and we will see if you is any good”

Without a word George set about the task of taking off his sneakers and socks. His feet were filthy, covered in sweat and dirt. At this point George momentarily thought his best option was suicide. He just couldn’t face doing what this dirty bastard was asking of him.

“Please Daddy, I just cant do this, please!” he begged.

Daddy was reclined in his chair and simply replied “but you is going to do it bitch, we both knows it”.  George just nodded his head steeling himself for the task ahead. Out of the blue he received a full hand slap across the face. 

“Is you forgetting your manners bitch?” 

At that point George realized he hadn’t replied the last time his blackmailer called him ‘bitch’.  He could feel his anger at this latest humiliation rise but the situation he was in  he had to bide his time. 

“Sorry Daddy, it wont happen again” he replied 

It kinda helped him get started with the task at hand. George reckoned it couldn’t be any worse than sucking his cock.  He gingerly licked the top of the right foot, grimacing as he did so.

“Try to look like you enjoyin’  it bitch, and get dem toes in your big mouth” 

“Yes Daddy” he replied respectfully.

It was a horrendous task. He took the big toe in his mouth and sucked it gently hoping his ordeal would be over soon.

“Get some tongue pressure boy and get right in between dem toes. Dey had better be gleaming when you is done, you hear me bitch.”

“Yes daddy” he replied, releasing the toe momentarily. He decided to give it his very best shot.  No point in doing it half heartedly to be constantly reprimanded by this black thug.

So holding the foot with both hands he set about licking and sucking on his master’s toes like his life depended on it. He sucked each toe with as much force as he could muster and wiggled his tongue in and out of the gaps between toes. He could somehow ignore the filth and the smell because he told himself he was playing the long game. Some time in the future this nigger would get what was coming to him, it was just a matter of waiting for the right moment.

“Switch to da other foot bitch” came the command after about 20 minutes. Meanwhile Daddy just reclined slurping beer and smoking cigarettes. He would occasionally interrupt George to flick his ash in his mouth. George was aware of Daddy’s cock, which he hadn’t bothered to cover after his blow job. From the corner of his eye he could see it twitching and stiffening a little again. It was the symbol of his deepest shame that he had been so intimate with it and it was the embodiment of Daddy’s control over him. He knew for certain that he would be required to satisfy his master again and again even though they hadn’t discussed the price that George would need to pay for his blackmail.

The toe sucking extended into full foot worship as Daddy demanded he lick the tops and soles of his feet. The whole session took over an hour. George was aware that he was being filmed for parts of his performance however this didn’t bother him as much because he it was not worse than being filmed  sucking  a black cock and swallowing his cum.

“Fill the tub for me bitch, I needs to wash yo filthy ass mouth off my junk”.

When he got into the tub he insisted that George help him bathe. And he also insisted that George to be completely naked. This was the first time he’d ever been naked like this, and awful as his experiences so far had been, he felt particularly vulnerable in this state.  Washing another guy wasn’t as bad as sucking dick or toes but It was a utterly unpleasant experience.  Using a flannel and soap he washed his master’s torso including under his hairy armpits.  Worse again was  soaping up his cock and asshole. He lifted himself up a few inches so George could wash him there.  Then did the same with his legs and feet.  He was drinking beer while being attended to adding  a stream of insults as George focused on getting the job done.   But worse was to come.  

After a further 10 minute soak George wasn’t surprised that it would be his job to dry the blackmailer off. The instructions and insults kept coming. “Dat’s right bitch, get daddy’s cock nice and dry, feel in wit you hand, make sure it’s done right.” When he was finished he wore George’s bathrobe and house slippers.  

“Now bitch, it be your turn to get washed. Get in that tub and start getting cleaned up.” He meant for George to use the same water he had just got out of, and the water was filthy.  He didn’t argue, he simply replied “yes daddy” before slipping into the lukewarm water.   He would be less clean when he got out than before getting in he thought.

“Is da water warm nuff bitch?” He enquired. 

“It’s fine daddy, thanks”.

“Let me help” he said as he approached the tub and began taking a long piss into the water. He shuffled near the top pissing over George’s face and chest. George was resigned to his fate. He knew he couldn’t fight so he didn’t bother even thinking about it.  A guy can only piss for so long and the bath water was so filthy it wouldn’t be much worse he thought. 

When he had finished emptying his bladder he lifted his led over the bath with his cock right in George’s face. “Clean dat off bitch.”  Another small humiliation as George licked the tip of the black cock transferring a few drops of urine onto his tongue. “Suck it all baby” he said. So he did, keeping the head of the cock in his mouth until it was withdrawn, gently sucking and swallowing all the while.

It was fast approaching bedtime and George was now panicking about being ass fucked.  He knew it was going to happen, the only thing he didn’t know for sure was when it would happen. Daddy had already announced they would be sleeping together. “Get to bed bitch and make sure you’re awake when I get in there”. George replied appropriately.  He went to bed and listened while the nigger went through his house, pulling out drawers and looking in closets.  He couldn’t have slept if he had wanted to and all the while had been sent to bed like a child. He did not dare get up again without permission.  

After a while daddy got into bed. He positioned George on his side almost on his stomach and spooned him. George could feel his big black member parked between his ass cheeks. “How you like bein’ in bed wit daddy” he enquired.  They both knew he hated every second  of it but of course George replied “I think it’s great daddy”. 

“Dats my boy, we is going to get along just fine.”  

George hated blacks and gays so this was a double whammy for him.  He could feel Daddy’s facial hair on his shoulder and his beer breath on the side of his face. He couldn’t wait for this nightmare to be all over.

Daddy reach around and grabbed George’s cock.  It was completely flaccid as reflected his mood. “I thought you was pleased to see me, don’t look like it bitch” 

“Sorry Daddy, I’ve had a tough day” George replied.

“Let’s see if I can help” the black man replied pulling him around onto his back.  He planted his hairy face on Georges while grabbing his cock.  George had never had a guy touch him there and if anything he probably shrivelled  up a bit more. But this was the start of a marathon kissing session.  George knew what to do with his tongue  and allowed him to fully explore his mouth again. Meanwhile  he continued to massage his cock.   He became aware of Daddy’s cock hardening and pushing  into his side. Then something strange happened. Against his will his own cock stiffened. He willed it not to but despite his disgust he was becoming fully erect. “My bitch’s little clit is getting hard for daddy” he broke away long enough to say before resuming the kiss. George tried to reply but could only manage a muffled noise.  He could feel his face go beet red while his heartrate and breathing increased.  Daddy brought him within a second of cumming before releasing his cock. 

“Beg me for it bitch” Daddy said expectantly as he broke off their kiss again. What a position to be in although in reality he had little choice. Daddy continued to fondle his balls and stroke the base of his cock, but not enough to allow release. 

“Please allow me to come daddy, I’m begging you” George replied.

Their kiss resumed  and as Daddy brought him closer he began  responding  by pushing his tongue  into Daddy’s mouth. The black man broke off again just as he was on the verge. “Remember who the daddy is, you is a bitch and you need to remember to act like one, am I clear”.

George was mortified as this latest rebuke for acting a little too assertively in the heat of the moment. In future he would ensure his tongue remained submissive to Daddy’s.

The kissing resumed and this time George exploded over Daddy’s hand and stomach.  After the orgasm the guilt and shame of what just happened washed over him. He was in bed with a black man who had just brought him to a controlled orgasm. What could be more degrading. 

“Dat’s my little bitch, I hope you enjoyed dat cus it aint going to happen very often. What do you say to daddy?”

“Thank you for that Daddy” he managed to force the words out.

“We ain’t finished bitch” Daddy said as he reached up to George’s mouth with his cum soaked fingers. 

“Like ‘em clean baby” he said as he forced his fingers into his mouth as George sucked the cum off and swallowed it. Of course there was plenty more all over his stomach which Daddy scooped up and fed to him. Finally Daddy licked the little remaining up and had him open his mouth to receive a substantial transfer of saliva.

“Maybe I’ll fuck you in da morning bitch” was the last words they had that night apart from George’s response.   The black man returned to spooning George putting his arm around him again parking his member along his ass cheeks before falling asleep and snoring most of the night. What George would have liked to do was get up and sleep in another room, but he couldn't and he hardly slept a wink all night in the embrace of this blackmailing thug.  

DAY 2

George managed to doze off a little later in the night but he was awakened by his phone alarm about 6am.  Then the reality of his situation came rushing back to him.  He was lying in a bed with a lowlife nigger who possessed the ultimate blackmail tool. He could feel the blackmailer’s short beard pressing into  his neck while his arm embraced George and any attempt to get out of bed unnoticed was slim. Doing his best to slip out the side of the bed he was interrupted by the black man. 

“Yo! Bitch… wat you is doin’?” he managed in a dreary voice.

“Sorry daddy, I didn’t want to waken you”.

“Dat’s ok babby, scooch up here and give your daddy a good mornin’ kiss”

George was crest fallen. Thankfully it was dark in the room as he couldn’t have felt more miserable at this latest request.   He was lucid enough to realise he had absolutely no choice but to do whatever he demanded. He was already formulating a plan to turn the tables on the blackmailing black bastard. 

George pulled himself up so he was now lying on top of his tormentor. He could feel his own naked cock pushing against Daddy’s member which was close to being fully erect. This was beyond disgusting  for George. “Push down into daddy, dat’s my bitch” he said in the tone that an older husband talks to a young wife. “and don’t make daddy do all the work baby” he said using a mildly threatening tone. George didn’t need to be told twice. He began grinding his daddy as half heartedly as he thought he could get away with.  But just then Daddy pulled him in for another moth cavity exploration while at the same time turning him over in the bed so that George was now underneath.

“Daddy will teach you how to do it bitch” he said, never missing the obligatory ‘bitch’, forcing a compliant but demeaning  retort from his victim.

“Thank you, daddy” replied the experience police officer.

George knew right then that he was about to have his first experience being fucked in the ass by another man.  The black man was super animated and turned on. It didn’t appear to matter to him that there was no reciprocation, there was no complementary erection, there was no  willing kissing, only a man acting on his survival instincts, doing whatever he had to do. So he was resigned to his fate and knew in his heart of hearts it would likely happen more than once. He had already decided that he would endure it, difficult as that may be. 

“You ever been dry fucked bitch?” Daddy asked, looking down at his victim. George kept eye contact even though this is not the question you want to hear when you’re about to lose your anal cherry.

“No Daddy” he tried to say in a steady tone but his voice wobbled a little before he finished his sentence. 

At that Daddy launched in to a full on kiss leaning over his victim so that his legs were against Daddy’s chest. He pulled Georges waist forward making it easier for him to continue his aggressive kissing but also to position himself so he could rape one of Brownsville’s most racist policemen. 

The ass fucking began soon after. There was no lube, not ever any spit. Just the sheer determination of one black guy’s determination to sub judicate this piece of shit white trash. 

So he made his entry assertively. When his large mushroom head breached George’s threshold, he emitted  an awful scream. He then pushed home his advantage forcing all of his 8 inches into the police officer. 

“Dat’s my bitch, does you like it baby, tell Daddy how nice it is,  deep inside your belly where Daddy’s cream soon gonna be?”

George was in more pain than he could ever remember before.   Yes, he squealed like a piglet when the invasion occurred but  much  more so when he had rammed home all of his fat 8 inches. But who wouldn’t.

“It’s sooo good Daddy, I want your cream in my tummy”, he responded, hating himself.

George had quickly learned to just mirror exactly what daddy has said, no matter how awful it sounded. When he said it, it was like it was someone else saying it, it was his coping mechanism probably. So that’s what he started doing. 

George’s thought his ass must be bleeding now after the pummelling it was taking. In the missionary position with this  black thug he had to continue to play the helpless bitch while he was being raped and violated. As he was about to release the contents of his balls into the policeman’s large intestine he pushed forward for another invasive kiss. It’s funny the things that go through your head, George thought as he wondered if he’d rather be fucked in the ass or have to endure his master’s oral kissing fixation.  He decided he’d prefer to be ass fucked. It was less personal than kissing and you didn’t have to view what was happening to you first hand. You don’t have to smell his breath, have his beard against you face and worst of all was his tongue play. And you had your back to your assailant meaning you didn’t have to watch them violate you. Although if he was forced to eat cum that had dripped out of his own ass  then that might be a game-changer. These were things he didn’t have to think about yesterday.

“Don’t worry baby, I knows you gotta work so I is going to finish off as quick as I can” he whispered  just as he pulled his tongue out of the policeman’s mouth. He had already been pumping him for 15 minutes.  A few moments later George could feel the hard black rod inside him stiffen even further as he let out a deep cry as he injected his nut deep inside George’s bowels. 

“How was dat for you baby?” he asked but before George could answer he went in for another kiss. That black bastard knows I hate this, he’s just trying to humiliate me more asking me these questions, the defeated policeman thought.  “Really good Daddy” he replied as soon as he got a chance. He could feel his face redden with embarrassment. 

“I been blocking you long nuff that most o dat jizz is stayin’ in your belly. Just one little job left for you to do now bitch, get me cleaned up” he said as he pulled out making a plop noise and he moved onto his back. George was slightly confused at this latest order. 

“Will I get a flannel Daddy?”. 

The black man just laughed showing off a perfect set of white teeth. 

“You always use your tongue bitch, gottit, it’s your shit afterall”

What the fuck, George couldn’t believe what he now was expected to do but like everything else that had happened in the last 12 hours he decided instantly that he just had to get on with it. So he moved down and got to work on the semi-erect member.  Taking the head in his mouth first of all he sucked on it and moved to licking the sides. There was no shit on it but it was slimy and tasted disgusting, and didn’t smell any better. Only the shaft had been inside him so when he was confident he'd cleaned all of it he asked if he’d done enough.

“I’m sure dem balls are nice and sweaty as well so just give dem a little clean too.” He said while lighting up a cigarette.

“I cant believe this bastard is smoking in my bedroom” George thought as he got straight to work on his master’s balls. 

As he lifting his balls to get better access he was interrupted again.

“No hands bitch, just use dat mouth”

The cleaning would now last until he had finished his cigarette.  After about a minute Daddy pulled his hair and he was ordered to take the burnt ash in his mouth, which he did and returned to his cleaning duties. Only when the cigarette butt was burnt all the way down did he get the chance to get off the bed and dispose of it. 

“I should get a shower now Daddy” he said. He was asking for permission. 

“Just come back in before you get dressed.”

Fifteen minutes later he was showered and shaved but he remembered to return to the bedroom.

“Here I am” he said trying to sound cheerful.

“Wow bitch you ARE in good shape” came the reply.

He reached to the floor and picked up the  blue and white underpants he had been wearing the day before. 

“Put deze on” he said throwing the filthy rag at the naked policeman.

They were badly stained and it’s was the sort of thing he’d normally have picked up with a stick. George thought he’d probably been wearing them for about a week. But he pulled them up anyway.

“You make sure you still wearing dem when you gets back Bitch”

“Yes daddy” George replied meekly.

With that he was allowed to put the rest of his clothes on and go to work with the blackmailer enjoying the comforts of his home. Could it get any worse.

CHAPTER 2

George phoned Carla as he left. “I’ll be there in two minutes to pick you up”.

“What the fuck happened, why didn’t you call me last night” Carla demanded as she jumped into George’s car.

“I’m in big shit Carla, and you might be too”.

“What happened” she asked in a worried tone looking right at George.

“He’s a fucking black gay bastard, he’s had me doing all sorts of disgusting shit” he replied.

“What kind of things” she said moving her head closer.

George began sobbing.

“His cum is leaking out of my ass as we speak, he just fucked me before I left and that’s not even the worst thing he’s done to me”

“Oh no! That’s disgusting, what a perverted bastard” she replied.

“What choice did I have, he’s got me over a barrel. I’m looking at life in prison if I piss him off. I can’t even kill him cus I don’t know what arrangements he’s made for that video if something happens to him. I just don’t know what to do.  I have to go along with it but honestly, I’m starting to think I’d be better off in prison or even dead.”

“He insists I call him ‘Daddy’, can you fucking believe it?”, he said thumping the steering wheel in anger. “Right now, I’m wearing his filthy underpants that he was wearing yesterday. That’s how fucking depraved this guy is. He’s determined to humiliate me in everyway he can think of.” 

Carla took hold of his right hand and squeezed it. “Don’t worry George, we’ll work it out. It’s going to take time. We just need to go along with him for a while until we can find out more about him. First, we need to find out his name, do some research on him. Then we need to go back to where the video was made to see if we can figure out which property the camera was at, maybe we can find out how he got his hands on it and if anyone else has it.”

“I have the licence plate of his heap of shit car” George replied.  

They travelled on to the police station. Work was a welcome distraction from the nightmare of the last day. They found out later his name was Dakota Williams. He had been in and out of prison for a range of offences including rape, theft, assault and selling drugs. A real nasty piece of work.

They travelled back to the scene of the murder.  They looked everywhere but couldn’t find the CCTV camera. They had the video so knew roughly where it was filmed from but it appeared the camera had been removed. They identified  three properties where they though it might have been filmed from. They knocked on doors but no one was able to help them.

Just then his phone rang.  It was Dakota. George put it on speaker. “Yo bitch, is you out with the pussy.” George stammered  “Y-y-yes, I am…. Daddy.” Mortified that he had to call him Daddy in front of Carla. 

“Dat’s good, tell her to be round here straight after your shift and keep on da uniform, has you got it?” 

“I got it Daddy” he said sounding a little less nervous. 

“And pick me up some weed, I’m running low.” The phone hung up.

Here was George the police hardman and serial racist having to bow down to this piece of trash.  “I’m so embarrassed having to call him Daddy” he confided. Carla tried to reassure him again. “don’t worry, I know you have to go along with his crazy shit, we will both have to. We can get through this together. He knows it’s embarrassing for you, that’s why he’s doing it.

“And you will have to support me too depending on what he demands of me. I’m just hoping he’s not interested in women!”

The day passed quickly and both officers dreading their next encounter with Dakota. Normally they change out of uniform at the station but they had to do what they were told and made their way back to George’s place straight after work.

The first thing they noticed was the smell of weed as they came into the house. Dakota was sprawled out on the large sofa, slid half way down the large chair in the lounge wearing only a pair of blue silk boxer shorts. George recongized them as his.

“Aint you nice and pretty” Dakota remarked as they came into the room.

“Thanks” Carla replied blushing a little.

“How big is doze tittys?” he asked.

Carla felt her face go bright red. 

“They’re D cup” she replied, clearing her voice.

“Who don’t like big white titties” he said taking another draw from his cigarette.

“Here bitch” he said then clicked his fingers at George for him to come over and behave like a human astray again, despite there being a small plate that he had been using for that purpose.

George knelt and opened his mouth while Dakota tapped his ash into his mouth.

“What you say bitch?”

“Thank you daddy.” George replied.

“OK Pussy, get yo ass over here” he said pointing at the floor beside George.

Carla knelt beside him and looked straight at Dakota. He was the sort of person she wouldn’t even spit at if she met in the street.

“You ever sucked black cock Pussy?

Clearly, he had decided her name was Pussy.

“Er, no I don’t think so” she responded.

“Is dat cus is you’re a racist little whore.”

“I am definitely not  a racist, it’s just I haven’t had many relationships and I’ve been with the same partner for a long time now”

“Is dat right,” he said dismissively.

“You don’t mind if I check out these titties” he asked as if he were giving her a choice.

“Er, I suppose so”.  She said

“Dat’s nice of you” he replied reaching  out pushing his right hand inside her blouse working down until he had fully cupped her left boob. 

“Dat’s quite a handful” he commented while blowing smoke in her face and now managing to squeeze her nipple  inside her tight clothing.

“Go fetch me a beer bitch” he commanded George who was grateful for even the temporary relief of removing himself from that situation if only briefly.

“Yes Daddy” he replied quickly before heading for the kitchen.

When he returned Carla was in the process of fully undressing, folding her clothes up as she did so.

“Hey bitch, did you ever think of getting a piece of dat pussy?” he asked George.

“No, Daddy she’s engaged to be married and we just have a professional relationship”

Of course that was not true. Carla was a very attractive young lady and George had often thought of being intimate with her. A lot of his macho bravado behavior when they were on patrol was intended to impress her.

“Dat is good news ‘cus you aint never going to defile her, gottit bitch?”

“Of course Daddy” he replied.

This wasn’t what Carla wanted to hear.  She was hoping he was completely gay but so far he seemed quite interested in her.

“I want you both undressed apart from your police baseball caps and your boots and kneeling here” Dakota announced as he clicked his fingers and pointing to the floor in front of him.

In a minute they were both in position.  Both knelt up straight in front of him. “Hands behind your heads” Dakota barked.

George tried to look at the floor but from his peripheral vision he could see the outline of Dakota’s penis inside his boxer shorts, and he was sure it was twitching.

“So I have a proposition for you two” Dakota began.

“Five years being re-educated by me, then you get to go back to your old lives.” 

“But some conditions, no boyfriends or girlfriends. You get rid of dem now. 

“You both live here in this house with me and each pay me 30% of your take-home pay”

“You will find out the rules as we go along.”

“And you do everything I says, Gottit?”

There was silence for a moment until Carla began crying.  Dakota reached out to grab her tit again and she instinctively pulled back. In a split-second Dakota slapped her hard in the face causing her to fall back before she could steady herself. This time when he reached for  her tit he was unchallenged.

“Do we have a deal?” he demanded triumphantly whilst kneading her flesh.

“May I ask a question” Carla said. 

“One question each” Dokota offered.

“How do we know you’ll keep your word?”

“You don’t” Dakota replied “But even if I keep you for ten years, your life on the outside will be better than inside.” 

“Has you got a question bitch?” Dakota asked.

But George simply shook his head and indicated he agreed to the terms.

“Pussy, you got two hours to tell your ex-boyfriend the good news and bring a case over here with whatever you needs for the next few days, get dressed and get out”

“Bitch, you better have got me my weed or I’m going to add a month on to your sentence”. 

George indicated he had it and at the click of Dakota’s fingers he went to fetch it.

While Carla was away, George prepared a meal for himself and Dakota. 

Carla returned about 8pm looking very distressed.  She had broken if off with her fiancé and it was clear she had been crying but she tried to pull herself together as she didn’t want to appear weak in front of Dakota.

He got the two officers in the lounge in a similar position to before. Again almost naked and kneeling up in front of him.

“When I tells you a rule, you will remember it, understand?” he demanded.  “Forgetting my laws is not an excuse for breaking them” he said mockingly.

“Rule number 1, no touching yourself.” Dakota used his left foot to lift George’s balls.

“I will know if this sack is emptied, and you is in big trouble if it is”.

“Rule number 2, Pussy you will always call me ‘Master’ and Bitch you already knows what to call me” he said nodding at George. 

“Yes Daddy” George replied.

“Let’s try dat Pussy” he commanded her.

“Yes Master” she said for the first of many times. It felt so strange to be forced to address this piece of shit like this and she thought she’d never get used to it.

“Rule number 3, I don’t like any body hair on my Bitch or Pussy so dat is what we is workin’ on tonight”

“Bitch, you will shave Pussy and den, she will shave you. Dat is a bigger job for her. I don’t want to see any hair underarms, cock, ass legs, nowhere. Am I clear?”

George was gobsmacked at this and began protesting immediately.

“I can’t do that, what will the others think when they see me changing in the locker room?” he demanded.

“Are you questioning my orders boy?” Dakota enquired as he raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t care what you gotta tell ‘em, dat is your problem”

This was another moment of clarity for the two police officers. They were completely at this mans mercy, he had almost total power over them.

With that they followed Dakota into one of the bedrooms. 

“Get some big towels Bitch and spread ‘em out on da bed, den get your trimmers and shaving shit in here”

“Pussy, get on dat bed on your back and open dose legs”

Carla climbed onto the bed and opened her legs a little. 

“As wide as dey goes girl” Dakota instructed snapping his fingers. 

George appeared with the shaving equipment.

He had often thought about being  up close with Carla’s pussy but never thought it would actually happen, and definitely not like this.

He was instructed to trim her pubic hair first and there wasn’t very much to start with. He then proceeded to shave her with a wet razor, being careful not to nick her. Of course she was mortified and it didn’t help that Dakota was providing a running commentary about the appearance of her pussy and speculating how many cocks had been in it. However even more embarrassing was when he commanded her to turn over and put her ass in the air.

“Nipples touching the bed, legs apart, ass in da air” he commanded. 

For the first time in her life someone was inspecting her asshole. 

“Dat’s almost perfect” he said rubbing his index finger at her little brown eye.

“I don’t think we is going to need to shave dere” he decided.

And her legs were already smooth as she had them waxed regularly. 

“Now it’s your turn Bitch” Dakota announced. 

And it was Carla’s job to shave him.  She commenced with his trimmer, doing under arms and almost everywhere from his bellybutton to the bottom of his legs. He didn’t have any hair on his feet thankfully.  Then round two was with the wet razor.  Again Dakota sat in observance offering his advice as she went about the task. 

“No one likes a hairy bitch, do dey?” he asked George

“No Daddy” was his well used response. 

All he could think about was how he would explain this in the locker room. He decided to say he’d taken up cycling and that it was all about wind resistance. This made him feel marginally better.

And like Carla he had to have his asshole inspected so he adopted the same position with ass in the air. Unfortunately for him he did need to be shaved.

“We might have to do this every day or two” Dakota said as he inspected Carla’s work. This time he pushed a finger into his hole. Despite his attempts to resist Dakota broke through quite easily. 

“Der’s been much bigger dan a finger in her, hasn’t there bitch”

“Why don’t you tell Pussy what I’m talking about”

Although he had already told Carla about this his face was burning as Dakota gently pistoned in and out of his hole.

“Daddy fucked me this morning before I went to work” he said, voice beginning to shake.

“Dat’s right baby, the first time is always special”

“Nice n smooth is just how I like my bitch” he said sounding satisfied as he pulled his digit out and traced his and along the orbs of George’s ass.

Finally he gave him a slap indicating that he was finished.

Dakota, still wearing only the boxer shorts was clearly aroused.

“Bitch you get dis all cleared up, Pussy you come to da kitchen wif me”

After a moment or two George was aware that Dakota was fucking Carla. 

He could hear the table moving and Carla screaming.

“Oh my god, please no! Oh my god, it’s too big.” Along with prolonged wailing.  

He would soon see first hand as he heard Dakota shouting  “Get out here Bitch”

Carla was bent over the table while Dakota held both her hands behind her back with one hand and pulled her hair with the other. He was fucking her pussy and despite her screams he didn’t appear to have his full length inside her.

“Dat’s it, take it baby, tell me you love it”

Carla half heartedly tried to comply and to show his dissatisfaction Dakota would release her hair and slap her on the ass. 

“Tell your master you love it!”

“I love it master” Carla shouted as tears fell down her face.

“Tell me you want it harder and deeper” was Dakota’s next demand.

Again Carla shouted what he demanded “Fuck me harder and deeper Master” hating herself for every word she said.

Soon the climax happened. Dakota pumped his seed into her. George had a good idea what was coming next.

Dakota clicked his finger and had George kneel at his feet. “Get me cleaned up Bitch.” He said with one hand on  Carla’s ass as she remained bend over the table.

George got straight to it, there was no point even thinking about it. He was about to hold onto Dakota’s legs but he was prevented from doing so. 

“Eyes up here boy” he commanded. “You always clean Daddy up first.”

Now George got to taste Carla’s pussy juices mixed in with this black thug’s sperm. There wasn’t that much on his cock but he took the length of it in his mouth and applied enough pressure with his tongue  to let Dakota know he was doing h is best. He eventually moved to his balls and then to licking his pubic hair which had some fluid impossibly trapped there.

 Of course he also had a good idea what the main course would be and it wasn’t long before Dakota had him licking up the cum that was leaking out of Carla’s pussy. Quite a lot had began dripping down her legs and that is where he began.  He would never get used to this he thought, everything about this was wrong from the taste to the consistency. But he managed to lick it into a small area then suck it into his mouth before swallowing.  Soon he was at her pussy and he wondered how it was possible to get all Dakota’s cum out. His cock was so long a lot of it must be deep inside her. But he kept lapping away and thought he would just keep doing this until Dakota told him otherwise with was several minutes later.  He had a good view of her asshole and it seemed untouched however Dakota wasn’t taking any chances. “Get your tongue right in dere boy, dat’s it, deeper….” Again this seemed to go on forever before he was allowed to finish. 

When they were both allowed to stand up neither of them could bring themselves to look at the other but this was something they were just going to have to get used to.

It was soon bedtime and Dakota had decided that he was spending the night with George. Carla was sent to bed in another room.

It was another sleepless night for George, Dakota seemed to like to sleep almost on top of him and the constant feeling of his cock between his ass cheeks made it very difficult to relax.  Dakota made more demeaning remarks about how he liked his Bitch to feel nice and smooth like a bitch. When morning came it was a carbon copy of the previous day. He had tried to slip out of bed unnoticed but ended up being fucked again in the ass and having to drink down another load of black man’s cum.