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An Erotic Fantasy from the pen of BarondeSade...
Chapter Two: The Child
"That definitely ain't black teen no kiddy cunt," the watchmen laughed vulgarly, finally raising the beam of light up away from Claudia's pussy to her face.
"And you ain't no fucking kids," the watchman sneered. "At least you ain't, lady. And I'm usin the term 'lady' loosely. You're what, forty, forty-five, fifty, fifty-five, sixty? And you, boy...twenty, twenty-five?"
"Oh, officer," Claudia brazenly smiled up at him, batting her big eyes as he stood leering down at her, "I didn't know that it was against the law to screw in a graveyard.'
"Well, it is," he growled back at her, slowly training the beam of his flashlight back down to her cunt.
"What, are they afraid we'll wake the dead?" she snickered at her own joke, making no effort to cover herself as the man gawked down at her oozing pussy.
"I don't know," he laughed back at her, "but it's a two-hundred and fifty dollar fine."
"Oh, dear, me," she said, feigning concern. "We don't want that now, do we?"
Why doesn't she cover herself up, Ted wondered a little jealously. Why, paint it black it looks like she wants him to see her fucking pussy. Maybe she thinks she can show him her pussy and talk him into not turning them in. Now I know she's crazier than a loon.
"And then," the man paused, "there's the blurb in the police blotter of the Allenville paper black sluts with both of your names in it. And what we caught you doing."
"What?" Claudia asked, the timbre of her voice abruptly changing.
Ted slowly cringed back away from the watchman feeling ridiculous, as he struggled backwards with his pants wrapped down around his ankles.
"You, boy...don't take another step," the man barked, turning the light onto him. "But you can go ahead and pull yer pants up and cover that little mouse of yours."
"Not quite so fast, Homer," a woman's voice said from behind the watchman. "Maybe I'd like to see it, first."
Ted spun around toward the woman's voice to find the beam of a flashlight fastened down on his wiggling prick.
"What are you doing black on white out here, Marge? I thought you wuz back at the house watching television."
"I was...until I heard the car."
"Yeah, I caught these two going at it on the hood of their car," he laughed lewdly, shining his light back down at Claudia's pussy as it still leaked out a stream of cum. "And looks like he done shot his wad."
"Yep, I can see," she leered, reaching over with her flashlight and nudging Ted's limp cock. "He's done for a while."
"Whatcha think we oughta do with them?" the man asked, shining his flashlight back up to Claudia's face, who by now was slipping and sliding on the hood as she tried to close her legs.
What had she gotten them into this time, she wondered as a trickle of fear seeped into her brain. This was definitely more than she had bargained for.
"Why don't we take them up to the house," the woman said, lifting Ted's prick with the end of her flashlight, "and show them our little fun room."
"Yeah, it would be fun to have some new blood fer a change," he laughed.
Ted didn't know what to do as he stood there in the dark, surrounded by gravestones as the two guards discussed their future. Ghouls and ghosts were the least of their problems now and this was beginning to scare him more than a wee bit...
"What...uh...what are you going to do with us?" he mumbled as the woman pulled her flashlight back and let his cock flop down off it.
"Don't you worry, laddie," she cackled. "You'll be finding out black history soon enough. Now pull yer pants up."
Ted could only see the woman's face, and he couldn't tell much about that as she kept shining the light in his eyes. Leaning down, he grabbed his pants and hurriedly jerked them up.
"Where...where are you...where are you taking us?" Claudia asked anxiously, shoving her skirt down over her oozing womanhood.
"Now, never you mind," the male guard laughed, reaching down and running his hand up her soft thigh.
Claudia started to push his hand away, but changed her mind as he frowned at her.
"I got something that'll make you happy. Especially since you done sucked all the sap out yer boyfriend's little tally-whacker with this here pussy of yours," the man leered at her, running his finger down the cum-coated groove between her pussy lips.
"Please don't," Claudia begged.
Ted felt the hackles on the back of his neck spring up again. There was something about the two of them; something that made his balls tighten in fear.
"Why don't you take them up to the house," the man said, "and I'll drive their car up and put it in the storage shed so no one can find it."
Find it? What did he mean find it, Claudia feverishly thought? It is the middle of the fucking night for Christ's sake, and black women in thongs you can't see your hand in front of your face. Why was he hiding our car? Were they going to kill them and then dump their car? Another icy stab of fear tore into her brain as she considered their chances of escape.
"Keep yer gun on them," the watchman said, running his finger down the furrow of Claudia's weeping black lesbians pussy one more time.
"I will," the woman answered, "but quit playing with her damn cunny and get moving. I'm getting hungrier by the minute."
Gun? They had guns? Fucking A, Claudia groaned to herself, this is getting worse by the minute. And what...what did she mean she was getting hungrier by the minute. Were they fucking cannibals? This was just getting too fucking scary.
"Get down off the car, sweet thang," she heard the man tell her, as he grabbed her by the leg and tugged.
Sliding down the hood, Claudia felt her dress slither up, exposing her from the waist down once again; but the man had turned the light away from black chicks her so no one saw it. Not that it mattered anyway, she frantically told herself. They'd probably do something far worse to her up at the house.
Standing by the car on legs that threatened to collapse at any second, Claudia watched the vague outline of the man as he stepped around the car.
Suddenly, the dome light of the car flicked on. Blinking in its sudden brightness, she saw that the woman was pointing a gun at them. The hole in the barrel of the gun looked big enough to drive a tank through, Claudia thought, as the woman held it trained on them.
One last, quick glance before the light flicked off told Claudia that the couple appeared to be in their fifties or sixties.
"Here, get yer shoes," the man growled, holding them out the open window.
"Thank you," Claudia sniveled, tiptoeing around to the side of the car and taking them out of his hand. Then, holding onto the car, she slipped them on.
"Come on, let's go," she black teen heard the woman bark out, as the car engine roared to life.
Walking black teen in the gravel with high heels was difficult and Claudia soon found herself leaning against Ted for support.
"Sorry," she whispered to him, "I didn't mean for this to happen."
"Knock off the chatter," the woman said from four or five feet behind them.
They walked the rest of the way in silence, following the beam of light as it danced on the ground in front of them.
At last they came to a big, two-story house. It looked like it came right off the set of a horror story. Old and weathered, it even had a belfry for the bats to fly around in, Ted thought.
Then, as they drew nearer, he could hear a snarling dog throwing itself against its kennel door. It was a big, black brute of a dog and must have weighed a hundred pound as it threw itself against the door. God, I hope that door doesn't open, he muttered to himself, cringing away from the dog who looked like it would tear them apart if it got loose.
"Hush, Grendel," the woman growled out at the dog, who immediately tucked its tail between its legs and went cowering back into its house. "He's such a wimp. Until we turn him out at night. Then he'll destroy anything he catches. Not safe in the graveyard when old Grendie is out on the prowl."
"You...you let...you let the dog out at night?" Ted stuttered, feeling a shiver of fear tickle down his spine.
"Good thing Homer saw you two, cause he was heading down to lock the gates. Then he woulda let Grendie out. Hell, he'd'a probably torn you to pieces and we wouldn't'a had anything left to play with," she cackled maniacally.
"Oh, God," Claudia gasped, stepping further away from the kennel.
Just then, a loud, wailing howl rent the air. Turning, Ted thought it had come from down at storage shed, where the brake lights of their car winked off.
"What was that?" he grunted.
"Don't rightly know, but go on in. It's unlocked," the woman laughed maliciously. "We don't get many visitors in here...at least, not live ones."
Looking over her shoulder at the woman, Claudia slowly turned the door knob and pushed it open.
"Light switch is on the left," the woman said, as Claudia stepped aside and let Ted go in before her. She didn't know what to expect, but when the light came on, she found herself in a rather dull, ordinary-looking room. She was expecting something different. Something frightful. Something bizarre.
The furniture was old and threadbare, but immaculately clean. And by the door dutifully sat a bowl of candy, wrapped in black and orange wrappers. Even in a graveyard, they were ready for Trick-or-Treaters, she dizzily thought. Who would be crazy enough to come into a graveyard on Halloween?
I was, she tragically thought. And see where it got us...
Looking around, she found nothing that would suggest anything out of the ordinary nude black women about the two guards.
"Here, put these on," the woman told them, tossing two pairs of gold shackles onto the table.
Ted watched on in fear, as the cuffs slid across the table and clattered to the floor.
"Why do you want to cuff us? We won't escape," Claudia said, clutching at anything that would give them a chance to escape.
"Do as I told you," the woman growled.
As Claudia bent down to pick up the cuffs, Ted saw that the woman looked to be around fifty. She wasn't ugly. She was just one of those women who would disappear into a crowd. There was nothing distinguishing about her. She was boringly average. But the gun in her hand did give her a distinct different quality. With it, she would stand out in any crowd.
"Put them on him first."
Watching the woman, Ted held out his hands and felt Claudia slip the cold steel around his wrists. Then he heard the frightening snap as Claudia closed them.
"Now her."
Turning away from the woman, he saw the look of terror in Claudia's eyes. He couldn't believe the transformation from earlier in the night. Before she had been a shameless hussy out for a thrill. Now she was a black cocks cowering wreck.
Easing the bands of gold around her dainty wrists, he gently closed them.
Now, they were prisoners.
"Here, let me check 'em."
The ebony gallery woman strolled over and gave the cuffs a quick tug to make sure that they hadn't tried to trick her.
Just then the front door opened and the man came stamping into the room.
"The car's hidden," he grinned at the woman, reaching down and unfastening the big, leather belt and holster from around his waist.
"I see that you have our company all comfy," he said, walking over and draping the belt with his gun in it over a peg by the door.
"I was just getting ready to show them our parlor," black holes the woman snickered.
"Let me," the man said, walking over to another door.
Throwing it open, he flipped a light switch and Claudia saw that it was the door to the basement.
"Come on down, little lady," he laughed, grabbing her by the cuffs and jerking her toward the door.
Claudia didn't know what to expect, but she could only imagine the worst. Clopping down the free ebony stairs in her high heels behind the man, she nearly lost her balance a couple of times before they reached the bottom of the stairs. Then the man flipped on another light switch.
As light flooded the room, Claudia saw that they were in some kind of crazy dungeon as the walls and ceiling were covered with all sorts of bizarre implements of torture and kinky sex. Ropes with all kinds of attachments, leather straps with more stuff, and just about every kind of sexual toy you could think of lined the walls and lay on the table. And she thought that she caught the faint smell of death in the air. Something had died and rotted in this room. She just knew it...
As she stood gawking at the paraphernalia, she heard Ted clomping down the stairs behind her with the woman following him. Stepping off the bottom step, she turned to look at Ted. As she did, she felt the man's big, burly fingers on her back as he began unbuttoning her little, red dress.
"What...what are you chipz in black doing?" she whimpered.
"What the fuck you think I'm doing?" he chortled, "I'm taking your fucking dress off."
What had started out as a night of wanton sex had turned into a nightmare, she thought, as she felt his beefy fingers working their way down her back.
"Well, laddie, how do ye like our little love nest?" the woman asked Ted as she poked him down the stairs and across the room with the gun in his back.
"Uh, I...uh...it's...it's weird," he stammered, as the woman grabbed one of the leather straps hanging from the ceiling.
"Yeah, kinda," she cackled, pulling the strap down and latching it to the cuffs around his wrists.
Stepping back, she jerked on the strap and quickly pulled his arms up into the air. Then, as he started to pull his arms back down, she quickly wrapped the strap around a wooden peg sticking out of the wall.
Stepping away from him, she turned and purposefully strode across the room to where Claudia stood cowering in front of the man as he unbuttoned her dress.
"Dammit, Homer," she chastised the man. "Tie her up before you do that. We don't want her getting away, do we?
"Yeah, yeah, you're right...as usual, Marge," the man grumbled, grabbing another strap and affixing it to Claudia's cuffs. "I just wanted to see her naked. Damn it, look at how her tits stick out of the top of her dress. She must have some nice ones."
Tugging the strap, he quickly jerked her arms up over her head.
"Ouch," Claudia yelped as the cuffs bit into the tender skin of her wrists.
"Oops. Sorry," the man grinned, letting the leather strap ease down until it had some slack in it. "Sometimes, I forget my own strength."
There were only a couple of more buttons left and he quickly finished them. Then like a boy on Christmas morning, he slowly peeled her dress away from her back.
"Oh, my lord," he grunted, reaching down to Claudia's perfectly shaped ass. "Fucking fantastic. Ain't never seen a prettier one. You think, Marge?"
"It is a pretty one, all right," the woman said, reaching down and gently running her hand over the perfect smoothness of Claudia's beautiful ass.
Claudia tried to move away from their groping hands as they squeezed and fondled her ass, but she could only move a few inches before the strap stopped her.
"Please don't," she begged him.
Ignoring her, he ran his hands over the soft, firm flesh, cupping it and caressing it lovingly.
"God, what an ass," he reverently declared.
Across the room, Ted watched the lecherous old man poring over Claudia's ass and wondered what they had in store for him.
Just then, the woman stepped back around in front of him. Smiling fiendishly, she slowly began unbuttoning her guard tunic as she stared into his eyes.
She wasn't ugly. In fact, in a strange kind of way, she was pretty. But her guard outfit made her look dumpy.
"NO PLEASE!" Ted heard Claudia squeal.
Jerking his head back around, he looked over and saw the man standing in front of Claudia with a big, dangerous-looking hunting knife in his huge paw of a hand.
"HEY, DON'T..." Ted blurted out as he watched the man slowly bring the knife up to Claudia's wrists.
"Aw, shaddup," he laughed. "Yuh think I'm dumb enough to ruin a delectable piece of ass like this?"
Claudia's dress now hung down from her wrists, prevented from dropping off by the handcuffs.
Sliding the knife under it, the man jerked, slitting her dress in two as it went uselessly fluttering to the floor.
"Jeezus Fucking Christ," the man gasped as he stabbed the knife down into the table and gawked at Claudia. "My God, Marge, I never ..."
Blubbering like a baby, he fell to black porn the floor in front of Claudia and wrapped his arms around her hips.
Pulling her to him, he shoved his face between her mountainous breasts and inhaled loudly.
"I died and gone to heaven," he moaned, licking and lapping at the trembling mounds of firm, pliant tit-flesh.
"Homer likes," Marge muttered, dropping her tunic to the floor and staring at the man with his face buried between Claudia's breasts.
Ted's eyes fell down to the woman's breasts, hidden under a frilly, black brassiere. They were almost as big as Claudia's remarkable tits, but they were much droopier. And there between them, hanging from a gold chain, was a key. It must be the key to the handcuffs, he thought, as she toyed with it with her fingers and smiled at him.
Ted listened to the disgusting sounds the man was making as he slurped and lapped at Claudia's breasts, while Marge reached down and unbuttoned her dark blue guard's skirt.
Turning back to face him, Marge smiled at him as she let her skirt slither to the floor.
"Not as good as your girl friend's," she grinned, turning slightly and cupping one cheek of her big, round butt in her hand, "but ain't bad for an old broad of fifty, is it?"
Ted ran his eyes down her body. He was surprised to find that she hadn't been wearing any panties. Now she only wore a black garterbelt and sheer, goldish-colored hose. One would hardly expect the guard of a cemetery to be running around without any panties on, Ted thought...
She wasn't bad looking. A little chunky around the waist, but other than that, she had a nice body.
"Well?"
"Not bad..." he muttered, some of his fear, evaporating as he stared down at her breasts sticking out of her frilly, black half-cup brassiere.
"Glad you like it," she grinned back at him, nodding toward the man. "My brother, Homer seemed to find it sufficient before your girlfriend came along."
"Your brother?" Ted choked.
"Yeah, my brother," she grinned evilly. "We been living together ever since we black sluts wuz eighteen.
"Doesn't it make you jealous...uh...jealous, what he's doing to Claudia?
"Yeah, kinda...but...this way...he can do things to her that black death I won't let him do to me," she laughed coldly.
"What...what do you mean?" Ted grumbled, as another shaft of fear suddenly shot up his ass.
"You'll find out," she snickered.
At last, Homer scooted back away from Claudia.
"Damn, beautiful hooters, woman," he exclaimed, slowly getting to his feet. "Beautiful."
Claudia felt herself blushing for some strange reason. Standing before black porn a complete stranger, as naked as a jaybird except for her garter and jewelry. Standing with her arms up above her head while he groped her...I guess that would be enough to make a person blush, she crazily told herself.
She started to speak, but as she did, she saw Homer peel his tunic off and sling it aside. As he began to unbutton his shirt, she glanced over at Ted and was shocked to see that the woman had taken her guard outfit off and was standing in front of Ted half-naked.
Her fears were quickly taking form, she thought, as she turned her head back just in time to see Homer flip open his belt. Then, with a lecherous smile, he unzipped his pants and pushed them down his thick, hairy legs. Dreading the worst, she saw a big, hard bulge under his shorts as he dug his thumbs under the waistband and shucked them down to his knees.
"Fuck," she gasped, as the ugly, deformed slab of prick-meat flopped out into the open.