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| - | '''Random Adventures - Pixie's Punishment'''
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| - | '''Part 5: The Location - Part 2'''
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| - | '''The Story:'''
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| - | You look at the email and pale reading it confirming that all of your nightmares were indeed real. Your mistress still controls you through her blackmail and you are still helpless to fight back. You almost bring yourself to tears simply thinking about Friday night, flashes of the ghetto black girls molesting and abusing your body making you trembling while you read. The email reads "I understand you did a good job pleasing my entourage Pixie, you continue to be a good slave for me. I have an interesting proposition for you that will limit the terms of my blackmail that you might be interested in. Meet me at Garyland Ln. 5555 at 9am this morning. You know what will happen if you are late. Wear whatever you like, but make sure you put lots of mascara on today." Following the email are several videos of you doing horrible things last night that finally get a few tears out of you. The first on shows you bending over the table with a good view of your small, thick ass gobbling up the thick vibrator while cumming and the next has you making out with Beautrice. You throw the phone with a gasping sob in anger and humiliation by the third video, you licking Shanee's armpit.
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| - | Thinking about the email and the new videos you curl up in a ball on your bed and sob softly in your new predicament. You want nothing more than to make this all go away. You are so weak. The online thing was fun, but this real life stuff is too much. You weren't ready. As the time gets closer and closer to nine you start to panic pacing your room again in various states of mid-dress. Are you really going to voluntarily show up to let those ghetto trash girls abuse you again? Is losing your acceptance into college and your job worth not going today? Not to mention your social life. You shake and pace and try not to cry a few times until you finally lather on some mascara.
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| - | Looking at yourself in the mirror you realize you really do look like a slut, especially with all the black makeup around your eyes. Finally you break down and grab you phone to call one of your best friends that is still in town. You can't keep doing this by yourself. This is what friends are for, right? "Listen, I really need someone right now." You say all in a rush worried out of your mind you are messing up everything. That somehow your mistress will find out. But Alex is obviously worried and after some prodding gets you to spill everything making you an embarrassed wreck. Alex is pretty shocked but supportive like a good friend and says she is coming over immediately. You try to argue, worried about your deadline to meet your mistress, but in the end you can't turn down her aid.
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| - | After having another mild panic attack you finish getting dressed in some tight blue jeans and a draping white shirt that shows off your mid-drift really well with just a black thong and no bra underneath. You have the presence of mind to know that if you go over there in a bra you are likely to lose it. You then suddenly realize you have no idea where you are meant to be at 9am so you quickly jump on your computer to look it up. To your relief it is only about twenty minutes away, although in an area you are not familiar with. Around 8:30 your mom calls up to you in an annoyed voice. "Your two friends are here waiting for you. Jesus Christ just get out of the house." She barks then storms off cursing.
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| - | Grabbing your purse again you are half way down the stairs before you realize she said 'two' friends. Could Alex of brought someone else? Only a few steps further and you immediately go pale as the pit in your stomach drops hard. Standing in the doorway past the screen door are Beautrice and another chubby black chick. After freezing in panic for a while then flushing at them being seen here you quickly leave the house before your parents get a good luck or try to make a scene. Once outside Beautrice presses you against a nearby fence and grabs you by the throat. "Whatchu callin' a fren' over for huh?" She demands hardly letting you breath. Flashbacks from Friday night start to come back along with the panic. When you don't respond she takes a long look at you then grins. "Oh don't worry darlin', your friend Alex ain't no problem no more. She comin' with us." She says then grabs you around the waist to lead you to their car just as ratty and beat up as yours.
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| - | Approaching the car you pale as you see Alex in the back seat with Pearl sitting next to her draping an arm around her shoulders with a big grin. Alex has a ball gag shoved between her lips along with a blindfold over her eyes and obviously is restrained in some way struggling. You give an angry and worried cry at seeing Pearl slowly work at getting Alex's clothing off with Alex screaming at the top of her lungs uselessly muffled by the gag. The woman with Beautrice walks around and gets in the back seat to sandwich Alex between her and Pearl and Beautrice gets in the passenger seat and drags you in after her to straddle her.
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| - | Made to get into the car over Beautrice you look past her to Alex restrained and getting played with by the two black bitches obviously scared out of her mind not understanding what is going on. "Let her go!" You yell quickly desperate not to get Alex involved but knowing it is too late.
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| - | "Shut it bitch." The chunky and ugly Beautrice below you spits. "You and I gonna be sharin' some tongue for this drive. No talk'n." She demands then forces your lips against hers taking an iron grip in your hair. You struggle a bit, not done fighting for your friend, but it is useless as the car drives off. You eventually sob softly feeling like the most horrible person alive for getting Alex put in this position but give in and start to make out with the disgusting slob Beautrice as she continues to insist. Alex's screams in the back seat drive shivers down your spine.
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| - | "Wut? You want a little kiss too?" Pearl says with a grin making Alex whimper after you hear Pearl strike her somehow.
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| - | You blush furiously at having to make out with the ugly black while your friend gets molested but you don't hav emuch of a choice. You feel terrible for pulling Alex into this not sure what you expected in the first place. Who knew Mistress Morgan would send girls to pick you up? You grunt and squirm a bit as the fat black bitch grabs your ass and squeezed it through your jeans. You try to get a little comfortable bringing a hand up to the hand in your hair but the woman refuses to let go. Your other hand rests on the seat and despite being completely disgusted you slowly start to tongue back letting her press and twirl her disgusting fat tongue against your own.
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| - | You hear Alex scream loudly after another minute as something new seems to be happening to her and the rest of the twenty minute drive goes much like that filling you with hate for yourself. Beautrice never lets go of your hair and you painfully let her slobber all over you and face fuck you with her tongue while she gropes your ass straddling her. Pearl and the other girl in the back keep teasing and messing with Alex even forcing their fingers up her you guess once or twice and by the time you arrive in the right neighborhood Alex is non-stop screaming and giving pathetic muffled moans.
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| - | You get a good look at the neighborhood finally when Beautrice lets go of your hair towards the end and your hopes, what little you had, immediately plummet. This is as ghetto of a neighborhood as you could think of. The houses are all trashy, there are drug dealers and gang members on the street, and you doubt a decent person or cop would come within miles of this place. Eventually the car pulls in front of a larger two-story house that looks as run down as the rest. Out on the large porch is Shanee and two other black trash women. Beautrice and Pearl once again grab you and Alex by the hair and lead you into the house amid more cat calls from the ghetto mass.
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| - | "If it isn't our favorite white trash slut."
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| - | "She brought a friend to fuck with her this time."
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| - | "Pale ass cunts going to get fucked hard."
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| - | Alex seems terrified, her pale body covered in tattoos getting molested just walking through the door. Just behind her you reach a hand out to squeeze hers for a moment with a whispered 'sorry' before the two of you get split up. Pearl drags Alex to the left and opens the door to the basement to slowly drag the now struggling fiercely Alex down the stairs. She screams but is eventually muffled when the door slams behind her as several girls drag her down into the basement to do who-knows-what with her.
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| - | You heart feels so heavy you can hardly stand it. Why did you get her into this mess? Why? And you made it worse on yourself. Eventually you get dragged past the kitchen into a large open room. The back wall has a large rectangle window with white blinds and cracks in the wall. The left of the room has a large metal framed bed with a disgusting looking mattress on top of it but nothing else. You pale when you notice restraints attached to various parts of it. Besides that there is just a large locked chest next to the door you passed through. The one thing that stands out is an extremely nice desk with a very expensive and nice desktop computer on it with a top of the line monitor in the back right corner. In a very nice office chair sits Mistress Morgan who turns around and gives you a calculated look as you get dragged into the room.
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| - | "Please mistress, I didn't..." You start but just get slapped hard by Beautrice who cuts you off.
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| - | Reeling from the blow you give the larger black woman a fearful look then glance back at your mistress scared at what is to come. "We'll talk about Alex later, Pixie." She starts giving you a small smile. "Unfortunately, you have likely brought your fate down upon her."
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| - | "Please no..." You start to beg again just to get slapped super hard this time by Beautrice making you cry out in pain. Sobbing softly from the blow you look back up at your mistress who continues as if nothing had happened.
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| - | "As for you, Pixie, we need to talk. Despite seeking aid from your friend, which is perfectly normal, I'm pretty happy with you being my slave both online and in person so far so I've decided to offer you a little bit of an olive branch. Are you interested?" She says coolly waiting for you to nod slowly looking up at her dumbfoundedly. Olive branch? She continues. "I have an offer like I mentioned in the email. I understand you are set to go to college and start a new life there. I also know you are going to struggle to pay for that college and do so by working various retail jobs. I want the best for you Pixie, so I give you this offer. I will pay for your college, your own apartment when you get there, your food, car, and everything you will ever need." She smiles a bit more watching your eyes go wide in shock at the offer then continues. "In return I want your complete continued obedience. For the rest of the summer, and for every summer until you complete college, you will return to this house and serve both me and my entourage. During the regular school year you will mostly be free to do as you like, but I will be visiting often and you will continue to serve me on my trips. You will get spared my entourage during the school year and I imagine while you are studying your life will be mostly normal. In fact, better than it would have been without me as you won't have to work. When you finally graduate I will personally see to it that each and every video and piece of blackmail I have on you, as well as anyone else here has on you, is completely and utterly destroyed for good. I will ensure you a completely blank slate. What do you think, Pixie? Not too bad of a deal, right?" She says, watching you with that cunning look of hers, a small, knowing smile always on her lips.
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| - | You just gape at her a bit not expecting this at all. You stutter a bit trying to respond but eventually go quiet blushing and thinking while still wincing by the cruel grip of your hair from Beautrice. She'd pay for all of that? Her offer is like a dream come true minus the whole please everyone in this house and stay here every summer. One tug from Beautrice on your hair makes you dread even the thought of another hour, let alone several summers in a row. And yet... most of the year you'd be in school and only have to serve your mistress. You imagine that would be a million times better than with this ghetto trash and it would likely just go back to your online sessions, just in person. You can live with that. You might even like that considering how attractive your mistress is. You are starting to dig her black skin.
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| - | Eventually you can't decide, but then you realize the truth. Your mistress is giving you a way out. She will end all of this when you are done with college. If you don't accept this deal you will likely never get out and possibly end up trapped and abused or worse in this house for the rest of your life. You start to tremble slightly at the thought then finally look at your mistress realizing you have no choice. You should have known. "I... accept. Mistress." You say quietly, defeated.
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| - | "Good girl Pixie, I knew you would see the light in my offer." She says still smiling. She then turns to her computer and starts typing. "Strip, Pixie." She commands idly.
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| - | Blushing and finally being released from the chunky black girl's grip you slowly and obediently strip completely naked for her. You hear some hoots from behind you and look behind to see several more black girls in the doorway to the kitchen all checking out your pale naked body. You blush deeply but continue before turning back to your mistress trying not to cry.
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| - | "Pixie, since you will be spending the summer here I want you to get to know all of my girls intimately." Your mistress continues not even looking back at you from the computer screen. "Today, you will do just that. Beautrice, restrain Pixie here spread eagle on the bed."
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| - | You gasp as you get grabbed by the hair roughly again then whimper as you get dragged to the disgusting looking bed and thrown on it. You struggle at not fighting back when the ghetto woman slowly restrains you to the bed tightly. Eventually she gets you down restraining you extremely well giving you very little movement in your now spread legs and arms. You feel completely exposed, restrained and completely naked at the hands of these disgusting women. You are still sobbing softly as your mistress continues realizing you are going to have to spend more time with these disgusting cruel women.
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| - | Morgan lets you lay there for several minutes without responding as she types something up then finally turns around and stands up glancing at the rest of the girls. "Before the end of the day I want Pixie here to service every hole in this house. I want pictures of every single one to prove it. Text me when you are finished." She says then looks down at your naked trembling body while you continue to sob softly. "They are not to hurt you Pixie." She says trying to calm you with a small smile then starts to walk out. "As for Alex, I'm going to go speak with her now before heading out. We'll see what she has to say." She finishes ominously as you hear her heels clack out of the room.
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| - | Beautrice grabs you by the cheeks sitting on the mattress next to you and turns your head towards her with a big fat grin. "You and I are going to git' to know each other reeeeaall gud." She says laughing in your face. You tremble in her grasp and glance at the other girls walking into the room frightened beyond belief. Service all their holes? You are horrified when you realize what that means as most of the girls begin to strip. Panic rises in you but the restraints are too tight as you just uselessly jerk against them. You give one last glance towards the exit as you hear the basement door again wondering of the fate of Alex. While her entourage are terrible Mistress Morgan seems rather decent. Surely she'll come up with something that doesn't leave Alex getting used like you every day. She doesn't deserve it like you.
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