FINAL REPARATIONS extract

 

© DrkFetyshNyghts 2023

 

 

Madeline knew who was calling her desk phone before she'd answered it. She hesitated in picking it up. It was the new janitor who she'd already met in less than salubrious surroundings and circumstances.

"Hello, Madeline speaking. How can I help?"

"Get your ass down into my workshop, I want you to suck my cock."

There were no niceties from this enormous African black man and sex criminal. If she needed a reminder of her predicament now, then this was it for Madeline. She'd managed to avoid meeting him or speaking to him since he'd started at the building. And this was the first time they'd spoken since that day he'd orchestrated the multiple penetration of her femininity.

"Uh, yes, yes Sir. I'll be with you in a few minutes."

She knew she had to service this man in any way he demanded. Quite how this sat inside her mind she couldn't work out. Hearing him on the phone brought it all back to her. What she'd gone through that day. That had mortified her on this slow like basis. It had been something that had settled into her psyche and then just ate away at it.

That the three black men had all been inside her, repeatedly over time, depositing their semen into her, and over her. But also that she had orgasmed with them as they'd done their worse to her. And that had been the worse thing for her. The physical acts she couldn't do anything about. That was going to happen whether she reacted sexually to it or not. But being aroused was something that kept that festering vibe in her mind. It was there now.

The janitor didn't say anything else, he simply hung up, knowing that Madeline would take a few minutes to come down through the building to him.

"Where are you going?"

Kally asked Madeline in that straight talking way she had a habit of doing.

"The janitor wants me down with him Miss Kally. Is that ok?"

It was an opportunity for Kally to play cruel games with Madeline.

"What does he want you for?"

It was a cruel thing that she did. Making Madeline speak up, and tell her what she was leaving her desk for.

"He wants me to suck his cock Miss Kally."

The humiliation as the words came out of her mouth was probably the most acute and disturbing it'd been so far.

"You make sure you pleasure his cock in full with your white slut mouth, you hear? I don't want any bad reports back."

And she was drilling her eyes into Madeline's.

"Yes Miss Kally. I'll suck him real good."

It was like she knew what to say, how to speak in this new lower level of existence that she was in now.

"Off you go."

And she was being dismissed. But Kally kept her eyes on Madeline all the way. She wanted her to know that she was being watched. Wanted her to know that her eyes were crawling over her. Kally smiled - truth be known, she hadn't dared hope that things would go this smoothly. This whole thing - this whole plan coming together in a culmination of slowly inflicted revenge, had been like a well oiled machine.