Don Inus

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He slid the headphones over his head. His eyes looked over to the man behind the clear glass and they narrowed down on his three raised fingers. Two. One. He pointed.

"Good morning, America. This is your usual host for the morning line-up, Don Inus. Yet, today is not 'the usual' day. Today is my tweny year landmark on the radio
and I intend to make it worth listening to. I've got some great songs lined up for you and some special guests. So, let's start your morning off with three songs, some ads,
and then I'll be back to give you the rundown on the news and sports for today. See you in a bit, folks."

He removed the headphones and the man behind the glass gave him a thumbs up. That's all he needed to submit his approval to this radio veteran. The man, as stated,
had been a legend on East Coast radio for exactly twenty years. He was a professional and his co-workers knew and respected him for that. They also respected him
for his ability to be so opinionated and blunt on air. This wasn't because they admired him, but anyone who could survive through the various controversies he'd been
involved in deserved, at the least, good amounts of respect.

The three songs finished quickly.

"Welcome back. We're joined now by our sports jockey, Alfred Jackson. Yo, 'Al."

"Thanks, Don. Well, last night was quite the night for Yankee fans. The Yankees butchered the Boston Redsox in a brutal defeat with the end score being a terrible 0-7. Ouch!"

"Jeez. Maybe the Bosox fans better switch teams."

"You got that right, Don."

The man paused, then continued.

"And in Basketball, we had the Rugers going up against the Panthers. This was quite an exciting match, Don, because the Rugers are an all-girls team and the Panthers were all boys."

"Who won, 'Al?"

"The Rugers won, my friend. As I said, it was quite amazing."

"Really? I'm not much of a basketball viewer, 'Al, but I am familiar with the Rugers. In all honesty, it is quite amazing they made it so far."

"Yeah. It's certainly a milestone for the female basketball teams all across America."

"No, not because of that, Al. I mean, the Rugers? Come on. Half of the team is composed of hoodlum black kids who only joined up because the government felt bad for them for being so poor. And the white girls that are on there? Well, maybe they just needed to even it out a bit to make it look like we're not racist."

Alfred Jackson dropped his script papers and they scattered to the floor. He couldn't find the words. He stared at the man behind the glass, who had a look of dazed terror in his eyes. The men behind him, barely visible, were scrambling as the phones started ringing, unheard to them on the other side.

Don turned and glanced at the man, who quickly waved them on to continue. Hopefully, it would go unnoticed. Don, however, didn't understand what he had done wrong.

"Errr, um... anyway, that's it for sports, Don. Now back to you with the news."

"Right. So, as for the news, a man was found dead in his apartment last night from what appeared to be asphyxiation. His girlfriend seemed saddened by the ordeal but --"

There was a tapping on the glass behind him. The man was sliding his finger across his neck quickly. An indication to go to commercial.

"I apologize for the interruption. We're going to a commercial."

Jake Harris, the radio manager, entered the recording studio and shut the door behind him.

"Don, this isn't good. People are calling in left and right about what you said and they're really getting pissed off about it."

"What'd I say? What are you talking about, Jake?"

"The Hoodlum black kids on the Ruger team. Don, this isn't going to be good."

The rest of the day, Don Inus continued on his radio show as usual. He played his songs. Did his news updates. Made his usual comments. Even interviewed the guests he had
orginally lined up that day. Then, the fourty-one year old man returned home for the night and watched, with horror, as news spread like wild fire of his comments. Every news
channel across America was covering it and labeling him a racist. Now, he knew what he had done but unfortunately, it was two late.

The next day when he went to work, he couldn't enter his studio the way he had for the past twenty years. This is because a protest had formed outside of it, blocking the entrance
and lowering his comfort level by a great standard. He went in through the back and continued on with the show. The first thing he did, however, was apologized.

"Listen, I know what I said was racist and I sincerly apologize for it. I don't know what I was thinking and it totally unnecessary for me to do that. It was a mistake that won't happen again."

He met with a high profile civil-rights activist on the following day and they talked, live, on his show.

"I know what I said was wrong. It's not a question of that. The question now is when can we move on?"

"Move on?" the activist replied. "We can't move on in a racist America. You're apologizing over the radio isn't going to do it. You should be apologizing to these girls."

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"Well, I will. I'll meet with them and we can talk this out."

"Fine. I'll set it up. But I believe you should be fired for what you've said not only a few days back, but over the past twenty years. You sir, are a biggot."

"That's ridiculous. Don't come on my show and tell me I'm a biggot."

"I believe I just did, sir. We're done here. Enjoy your show while you have it, Mr. Inus."

They cut to commercial.

The following days, up until Friday, were hellacious. The protests grew larger outside his studio. His shows sponsors were dropping at alarming rates. Yet, all he could do was hope for the best
at the meeting with the Rugers. Unfortunately, it was set for Sunday. On Friday, Jake Harris entered his studio after his broadcast.

"Don. Listen. This isn't going to work out. I'm sorry. You've been great without a doubt over the past twenty years but this show is costing us more money than we're getting back.
We tried to wait it out but it's too risky now, Don. We're going to have to let you go."

Don Inus was now the one who was shocked. He didn't know what to say. He couldn't form the right words. So, he said nothing. He simply removed the headphones from his ears and
set them down on the table. He stood up, removed his ID tag, set it down next to the phones, and left the studio.

Sunday came quick and he wasn't enthusiastic about going to meet the Rugers. What was the point now? He lost his life investment. He was going to be in financial pain when his savings
ran out. How could he even get a job now with the "biggot" title stamped on his torn, ruined image? He felt screwed.

Seven girls from the team were sitting at a large, wooden table. They were all young, probably still in college. No younger than 20 and no older than 30. Three were African-American girls,
four were white. They didn't say anything as he sat at the table on the other side. The room was empty except for them at their request.

Nothing was said for a minute and during that minute, he felt their eyes tear through him like lasers. It was a painful moment.

"So, Mr. Imus. Why did you say that about us?" said one of the black girls.

"I'm sorry." he said, sighing. "It just came out. I wasn't thinking."

"Yeah. Well, look what that did to you. You're out of a job now and begging for our mercy."

"I don't think he deserves it." said one of the white girls.

They all seemed to agree.

"Please, what can I do to make it up to you? I'll do anything. Whatever it takes. I just want my job back."

The black girl grinned.

"Well, Don, we do have an idea. But your job is going to change a little bit. Here's the plan. Follow it exactly as I say and there won't be any problems."

"Wait, Tasha. Remember to ask him..."

"Ah, yeah. You have a wife, Don? Kids? Anyone who gives a shit about you?"

The sad, honest truth was, no. His parents had died when he was young and his wife divorced him five years back. They had no kids. He had no brothers.
His silence seemed to suffice for an answer.

"Good. Do you know where the Dellonio Stadium is in New York? Where we played our game a few nights ago?"

He nodded.

"Okay. I want you to come to the parking lot. Exit C4. Ten at night. Tuesday. Tell absolutely nobody about this. If you do, we'll know and we will make sure that people know [all] the racist remarks you said
during this meeting. It's going to be after our game. If you're late, you'll be sorry."

He nodded quickly.

"Okay, but... what do I tell the press about our meeting?"

"We're going to say it was productive and refuse to comment otherwise. If, however, you don't show up or try to screw us, we'll make sure you spend the rest of your life living in the sewers
as a foul creature, only emerging during the night hours to find scraps of food. Don't fuck with us, Don."

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He felt a chill run down his body. These girls weren't anything like he had expected them to be. He assumed they'd be emotional and crying, but forgiving. Instead, they seemed hellbent on
getting revenge on him for what he said.

When Don Inus left the meeting hall that night, he only wondered what the girls on the Ruger team had planned for him.

He stood on the sidewalk, next to the parking lot, near the doors marked C4. He had been standing there since nine. The last thing he wanted was to be late. For the entire hour, he
simply listened to the cheers inside the stadium, the sound of the buzzer, the ball hitting the ground. His mind was blank. These girls controlled his future and this fact scared him more
than anything. What would they want with a man like him? His money? His property? Drugs? He had no idea. The doors opened.

The girls came out, alone, dressed in their uniforms. He took note of their features more this time.

Tasha was the first to come out. She was a black girl with long braids of hair coming down like dreadlocks. She, like the other girls, were very fit and had the athletic build required
to play such a sport like basketball. Monique was the second girl to come out. She was also a black girl but, unlike Tasha, she had long, flowing hair that went down to her butt. In
comparison to the other girls, she also seemed to have the largest pair of breasts. Gloria was the third girl and she came out talking to Tasha. She had long hair too but hers was not
nearly as long as Moniques. When she saw Don, she scoffed.

The four white girls came out right behind Gloria. The first was Erica. She seemed to be the tallest of them all with short, black-brown hair which was down to her shoulders.
Amanda came out behind Erica and was the only blonde on the team. Jessica and Kelly came out behind Erica, talking to one another. Kelly was dribbling a basketball and
chewing some gum. She had long brown hair and seemed to be almost unconsciously bouncing the ball with one hand as she walked and talked with Jessica, her black curls
of hair bouncing as she walked along with Kelly.

"Ahh. Look who's here." Tasha said. "I honestly didn't think he'd show."

"Shame, isn't it?" Kelly said, grinning. "I had the best story to tell the press."

She passed the ball to Amanda, who caught it, and looked up into the air with sad, adoring eyes.

"...And then, he said that I would never amount to any kind of good player because... because I'm female... I told him it wasn't true but he just kept telling me that women are
not worthy of doing any sports. He then tried to touch me."

Some of the girls started laughing. Don, however, was buring up in the inside. He wanted, at that moment, to kill them. These bitches.

"I'm going to get the van." Tasha said, walking off into the parking lot.

Monique and Kelly walked up to Don. Kelly stood behind him and Monqiue in front.

"Racist bitch. You're going to be sorry for what you did."

Gloria glanced around and gave Kelly a nod. Don barely noticed it in time before he felt Kelly's bare leg slam into the back of his, causing him to drop forward and towards Monqiue.
Monqiue let him fall down and Kelly quickly jumped on top of his back, pulling out some rope and tying his hands and legs together as Monqiue kept her foot on top of his head.

"Move and I'll smash your face into the pavement, bitch."

He stopped struggling after she brought her threat to reality, applying pressure and almost breaking his nose. When Kelly was finished, she stood up and rolled him over with
her foot. Gloria kept an eye out to see if anyone was watching them. The van pulled up and the girls quickly worked together to throw Don into the back, shutting the door and
driving off with him, tied up, in the back. Tasha drove and the others sat in the back with him, watching him lay there on the floor.

This had gone too far.

"What the hell is this?" he cried. "Untie me!"

"Nah." Kelly said.

"You'll never get away with this. What are you going to do? Kill me? They'll be wondering where I am."

Erica, who had her eyes closed against the side of the van, scoffed and kicked him.

"Shut the hell up."

"Seriously." Kelly added. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a bandana. Then, she crouched down over him and grabbed his hair, tying the bandana tightly
around his mouth until it formed an uncomfortable gag. He muffled up a cries but they were barely understandable.

"Thank you." Erica said.

"How long until we get to your place, Tasha?"

"About fourty-five minutes, Kel."

"Well, I've got to say, after a three hour game, I'm certainly feeling a sweaty, Don. I think you can help me with that, though."

The back of the van had a bench on both sides and a large, empty area in the middle where Don was. Kelly stood up and grabbed Don by the hair, dragging him over to where she was sitting. He slumped down in front of her, barely able to even kneel with his legs and arms tied. He ended up dropping down right infront of her feet, rolling on to his back as he looked up at the young girl from the floor.

"Perfect." she said.

In her shorts, Kelly stood over his face and lowered her ass down over it until it was maybe a foot up. She looked down from over her shoulder and grinned.

"Yeah! Make that racist piece of shit worship your ass, Kel."

Erica, now watching, smiled. "Or, kiss it."

"You heard them, bitch. Fucking kiss my ass."

He tried to, but the bandana in his mouth made it hard. He muffled up a cry for her to remove it. She knew what he was saying, what he wanted her to do, but she didn't feel like it.

"What? You want my shorts off? Okay."

His cries went frantic and he tried desperately to utter any form of understandable protest. She used it to her advantage.

"My panties, too? Wow, you really love my ass, don't you?"

Before he could say anything else, she had slid out of both her panties and underwear and now had two large, white orbs of flesh right over his face. She reached between her legs and undid the bandana from his mouth, giving him a chance to put it to good use for once.

"If you fucking complaint, slave, I swear to God I will rip your balls off. Now, kiss my ass."

"Please, Kelly. Don't make me - "

His body suddenly jerked with intense pain as she leaned over and dropped her fist down straight into his balls. He moaned with pain which, to her, only made this experience more erotic.

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Then, she felt his lips gently kiss at her ass before quickly pulling away.

"Again."

He groaned but stopped suddenly when he felt her hand on his balls again.

Monique watched, as the others did, as he kissed her ass a second time. It was turning them all on to see Kelly there, with her ass over his face, forcing him to tenderly kiss her ass. They
all fantasized and planned out what they'd do when it was their turn.

"Do you want me to sit on your face, Don?"

He didn't answer her for a few seconds.

"Do you?!"

"Yes, yes." He cried up.

She landed a hard hit again on his numb, aching balls.

"Yes, what?"

He was confused now.

"Yes, Mistress Kelly. That's what you're to call me from now on, slave."

He nodded quickly.

"..Y.yy.yes Mistress Kelly..."

She smiled.

"Good slave. Now, smell my ass like a good boy."

She adjusted herself on his nose so that it went night and deep into her tight ass, allowing him to only breath that in while she sat there. His mouth was under her pussy and his breaths of air
blew out against it, causing her to reach down and start to rub herself. She started to rock on his face, driving his nose deeper and deeper into it.

"Don... you worthless fucker... this is where you're going to spend the rest of your life... under my ass.. under their asses... sucking our pussies... our breasts... serving us like the worthless,
racist, sexist piece of shit you are... Mmm fuck... God... Yes.."

She rocked harder and harder on him until finally she cried out, pressing down and working her hand twice as fast as she climaxed. The other girls were now soaked in their panties, watching
him suffer beneath her. When she finished, she stood up and turned around, keeping her now wet pussy over his mouth.

"You want to lick me nice and clean right, bitch?"

His eyes said no. He was fighting for her to stop this. He wanted her to die. Yet, he could do nothing to stop her. He had to say yes or she'd bust his balls. He was at her mercy now more than
ever and only hoped this would only be a one time thing.

"Yes, Mistress Kelly."

She ran her hands through his hair softly before holding on to it with a firm grip and setting her cunt over his mouth.

"Get to work, slave."

His balls were aching with pain and the last thing he wanted was more. He quickly worked his tongue around and inside her wet pussy, trying to get all the cum out. She hovered over him,
keeping just an inch over him with her knees on either side of his head.

"Jeez, Kelly. You really whipped him fast." Erica said.

"Yeah. Look at how much he loves licking my pussy. Just shows you he's wanted it all along."

Tasha glanced back in the rear mirror.

"You got that racist piece of shit licking your pussy, girl? Damn."

"What?" Kelly said, barely noticing the tired tongue still working at her cunt.

"You're lucky. I want him to suck my pussy, too. It's been a long time since a guy has gone down on me."

"Well, when we get home, you can take him."

Kelly looked down at Don with a careless expression.

"Is your tongue tired, slave?"

He nodded slowly, almost afraid of what she'd do.

"Poor baby. Well, do you want to sniff it or just keep licking?"

These were his only options. He had to choose one and he hated it. He hated both choices.

"...Sniff it." he said, reluctance in his voice.

She dropped her fist down on his balls without warning, crushing them and causing him to jerk. She felt his head spasm for a second between her legs
after she did it and took in, with gratitude, the sound of his moaning.

"Sniff it, what?"

"Mistress.. Mistress Kelly.. please.. please let me sniff.. your pussy.. please.." he whimpered.

The girls laughed. Kelly obliged and sat her warm cunt down right on his nose.

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"Fuck it." Tasha said. The car came to a stop. The sound of other cars whirring by at high speeds could be heard as she opened her door.

"What's she doing?" Monqiue asked Gloria.

"Not sure."

The back door of the van opened up and Tasha quickly leaned in, grabbing Don by the middle of his hand-cuffs. Kelly stood up off him as he staggered to his feet,
keeping up with Tasha as she dragged him out of the van. He said nothing, afraid of her being like Kelly and kicking him in the balls if he spoke out of line.

When she opened up the door to the drivers side, she nudged him forward.

"Get the hell in there. Down by the brakes and gas. Make room for my legs to go around you, bitch."

She waited for a gap in the passing cars before quickly sliding off her shorts and panties and slid in after him, her legs around his head as she shut the door. Her black
pussy was right in his face as she pulled back on to the road. When she was back to the speed everyone else was going, she cleared her throat.

"What's this? You need an engraved invitation, you racist fuck? Get your face in my cunt."

She reached down with her free hand and took a handfull of his hair, forcing his face into her pubic hairs.

"How's it smell? Great, I bet, after the game we just had. Let me hear your sorry ass take a nice, good sniff of it."

He grumbled slightly, but she heard it.

"Did I just hear you bitch? Did I?!"

Before he could respond, she tugged him by his hair so his face was hard into her cunt. Then, she tightly squeezed her smooth, black legs together, keeping his nose
and mouth to be pressed violently into her. She kept him like this for about thirty seconds before letting him go.

"Now, don't piss me off. Get your stupid racist tongue to work on my black cunt."

He didn't hesitate. Quickly, his tongue was lapping at her folds and pushing deep inside of her. He wanted to please her. He wanted this to end. He didn't want anymore
pain. Yet, he was at her mercy. At their mercy.

Tasha climaxed three times on his face before she was done using him for her pleasure. Yet, after all these times she came, not once did she ask him to clean her up. However,
it wasn't until after a few minutes passed that he understood why.

She gently ran her hand through his hair, giving his tired tongue a break as she felt him panting helplessly against her thigh.

"You're doing good, slave. But we've got twenty more minutes until we're home. For those twenty minutes, I want your face in my cunt. I want you to breath it, smell it, enjoy it.
As Kelly said to you, get used to our pussies because this is where your new career has started."

He didn't tempt her. He knew better now. Quickly, he put his face between her thighs again and made sure his nose was as far as he could get it into her wet pussy.

She continued to pet his hair.

"Good slave." she said, her voice now low and soothing.

When they arrived at Tasha's house, Erica had to help her drag Don inside. His legs had been so cramped from being in such a small place for so long, that he could barely stand.
His face was battered, and covered with cum and sweat. He was exausted. His tongue ached. His balls were numb.

He hit the floor and now, his sides split with pain.

"I'm going to head up to the shower." Jessica said. "I feel nasty after that game."

"Why don't you take our slave up with you?"

Jessica grinned.

"I planned on it."

She kicked her foot down hard into his ribs.

"Slave, get upstairs. Get in the shower and stay in there, on your knees, waiting for me."

Don started to stand up, but ended up falling back on the floor. With his hands and ankles tied, and his entire body killing him with pain, the task was anything but easy. The girls, standing
around him, laughed as he kept trying and falling over. None of them bothered to help him. Eventually, after the tenth try, he managed to stand up and stagger upstairs before he found the bathroom.

"He's going to love what I have planned." Jessica said, grinning wider.

"Have fun!" Kelly said, watching Jessica head up the stairs.

Don waited in the tub, on his knees. He was shaking. He couldn't believe what had happened to him. Here he was, tied up and in the bathroom. Moreso, the bathroom of the girls who had costed
him his job. Costed him his life. And now, what could he do to stop them? Nothing. He was bound to serve them under the rare possibility that maybe they'd release him. He hoped. He closed his eyes for
a few minutes, and started to feel tranquility. When he opened them, however, his eyes widened with terror. Before him stood a naked Jessica. Around her crotch area she wore a strange device that he'd only heard about in hardcore bondage movies. Facing him was a rubber dildo, and on the other end, inside of her pussy, was another one. When pressure was applied to the one facing him, it would, in turn, go deep inside of her. So, the more she fucked him, the more pleasure she would get.

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His eyes looked up at her, pleading. He knew better at this point than to talk. To beg. But he was desperate.

"...P...Please... don't..."

"I've wanted to try this out for so long, slave. Today is my lucky day. It should be your lucky day, too! You have the pleasure of fucking me. Well, sort of."

She moved forward and slid it into his mouth before he could reply, putting both of her hands on either side of his head and grabbing his hair tightly. Gradually, she started to push it in and out, faster and faster, fucking his mouth. He muffled up a cry for help, a cry for mercy, but she ignored it. Each time she thrusted, the dildo went harder and deeper into her cunt. She loved it. She loved having him on his knees, in the shower, helplessly being fucked for her pleasure. He was at her mercy and, because she knew this, because she loved this, it threw her over the edge. Her speed increased. Her hips bucked. She finally climaxed but kept screwing him as she did until finally, she settled. She pulled the dildo out of his mouth and then slid the other end out of her, tossing it out of the shower.

Jessica turned around and then faced the knob, turning the water on with a creak. Water sprayed out of the head above as her ass faced his beaten, busted up face.

"Slide your tongue in my ass while I shower, slave."

Weakly, he leaned forward and extended his tongue into her sweaty, soft ass. When she felt his wet tongue in her ass, she closed her eyes. It felt so good. Having a man broken, beaten, and
here only for her pleasure... It was like a dream.

"Mmm..." she said, letting the warm water run over her naked body. "Deeper." she commanded.

He pushed his tongue into her anus, lapping at it like he had done the pussies earlier. He'd lick around it, then slide it back in, spreading the moisture around.

After a few minutes, Jessica picked up the soap and began to wash herself. She put him on ignore as she carried on like he wasn't even there. But, he was. And there was not a single
thing that Don could do about it.

The decision as to who would be able to keep Don for the night had caused quite a ruckus between the girls. So, they decided to draw straws when all the girls later that night.
With Don laying on the floor, their feet up on his back as they sat on the couch, they each looked at their straws.

"Damn." Kelly and Tasha almost said at the same time.

"Nope." Monique said.

"Aww!" cried Gloria.

Erica held up her straw. It was the short one.

In her mind, Erica had many ideas for Don. However, she was tired and would save them until the morning. Tonight, she had only one thing for him to do.

Later that night, when all had retired to their rooms, Erica had taken Don to hers. When she shut the door and locked it, Don looked on to her bed in horror as she
crouched down next to it and pulled out a tray underneath it.

"Lay down." she said.

Don walked over to it and lay on his back. Erica quickly snapped his arms and legs to the devices cuffs and then slid him in. His face now pushed up from the middle of
her bed and moreso, he was stuck in this position until she slid him back out.

Her naked ass appeared over his face and she glanced down at him, hovering there so he could take it in.

"You're going to like it here with us, slave. You're going to love licking our asses after our games, sucking our cunts after climax. You're going to love it, or you're going
to get your goddamn balls smashed in. Tonight, you get my ass and pussy on your face while I sleep. By all means, enjoy it."

"Please... Mistress Erica... I'll cut you a deal.. How much money do you want.. .Anything... Name it... "

This was his final attempt to reason with these girls. If this didn't work, if he couldn't strike logic at this point, he'd cave in. He couldn't take anymore.

"Hmm.." she said, as if considering it as her ass hovered over his face.

"I guess that'd work." she said.

"Really?" his tone was a little more uplifting. Hope, he thought. There was some left.

"Ah, here they are."

Erica leaned over and grabbed her panties. The same panties she had wore during the game, during the ride home. All day. She reached down and shoved them into
his mouth tightly, before dropping her ass down on his face.

"Goodnight, slave." she said.

For Don Inus, this was it.

One career had ended; another had started.

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mmmmoooorrrreeee................................pl ease mistress erica !!....lol

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Taut writing, good storyline. Excellent stuff.

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Later Don Inus had to have his name changed to Don Anus the personal analinguist slave.....

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