BDSM Library

Zsusu

by obohobo

Chapter 1. The meeting

"Suzie! Suzie stop! Suzie, you stop right there do you hear!!! SUZIE!! SUZIE!! SUZIE STOP!!! STOP!!! NNNOOOOOO!!!"

A passing cyclist heard the screams coming from a portly black woman as she struggled to run after a little girl who, heedless of the heavy traffic thundering along the narrow road, was running dangerously close to the kerb. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the woman trip and fall heavily, spilling her shopping. The little girl of mixed race turned and laughingly cried out, "You can't catch me now Granny!" Oblivious to the danger, she suddenly she veered to the road. Taking in the situation the cyclist pushed the pedals harder to try and catch the infant. On the very edge of the kerb, Suzie paused and once more turned to call out to her grandmother. That call saved her life. The cyclist braked alongside her, preventing her further entry into the road.

Suzie looked up, startled and saw the man leap off his bike and grab her around the waist. She screamed. To her he seemed awesome. Not just old like her granny but he had a long beard and wore baggy trousers and a woolly bobble hat. As she was about to scream again, the man's soft but forceful voice spoke to her, "Calm down, little one. You're not hurt but it seems your granny might be. I'm going to lift you on my bike and we're going to see how granny is doing. Okay?" Without waiting for a reply, he sat the girl on the saddle and wheeled his cycle to where the black lady was trying to get up.

"Hang on a moment, I'll give you a hand," the cyclist said as he parked his bike against a wall, "Just want to make sure this young lady doesn't try to run off again." Slipping a bungy cord from his saddlebag the cyclist clipped it around Suzie's body and held the free end as they walked to the woman.

"Oh thank you, thank you Sir. I thought she was going to be killed." The woman's eyes were watering as she shakingly held out her hand and continued to enthusiastically thank the man. "Suzie," she scolded the girl, "You must do what Grandma say otherwise you'll end up squished like jam on the road!"

"Like Tom a Jerry!" Suzie laughed.

Turning back to the cyclist Zsuzu again profusely thanked him, and went on, "I'm Zsuzu."

"Tom," the man replied, "Zsuzu. That's not a name I've come across before. Is your leg badly hurt?"

"I can walk. I'll be fine."

Tom, still holding Suzie by the cord, started picking up the spilled groceries, "Come on Suzie, help me get these things in the bags for granny." Suzie was unsure. She'd been told often enough not to talk to strangers but this one spoke nicely and granny seemed to trust him and with a big beard he might be Father Christmas. Suzie helped. In picking up the goods, Tom noticed blood dribbling down Zsuzu's leg. "Looks as if you have a nasty scrape on your leg," he remarked, "Do you have far to go?"

"No. I can walk there okay. It's only just past the second turning."

"We'll hang your bags on my handlebars and sit little Suzie on the saddle so she can ride and I'll walk you home. You'd like to ride my bike again wouldn't you Suzie?" The girl smiled and nodded, seemingly now shy. Her grandma protested feebly that she didn't need help but Tom wouldn't hear of it. "I'll see you home and we'll get that leg cleaned up." Zsuzu quietly acquiesced to Tom's quiet insistent voice and began limping towards her home. Her leg felt stiff and sore but she knew nothing was broken.

They approached the green painted door of her house. By now her natural good humour was returning, a broad smile appeared on her face as she unlocked the door and watched Suzie clasp her arms around Tom's neck when he lifted her from the saddle. "I don't usually invite strange young men into my house, Tom, but would you like a cuppa?"

"Young? You are kind Zsuzu. I bet I can give you a few years."

"Fifty-one." Zsuzu laughed.

"Fifty-three. Told you so." Tom announced, "Yes, I will have a cuppa but first we need to see what the damage is to that leg of yours and get it cleaned up." After they deposited the groceries in the kitchen, Tom sat Zsuzu in a chair and raised her leg on a stool. "Pull your skirt up a bit more." Zsuzu complied. Her shin was scraped and her knee had several cuts but Tom could see most of the blood had run down from higher up. "Right up please Zsuzu."

"You just want to see my knickers young man." Zsuzu was laughing as she said it, "Well why not? Not many men have seen them lately." With one quick pull she raised the hem to her waist. For a few moments Tom was awed by the expanse of white cotton with a damp patch at the crotch. A musky smell assailed his nostrils. His cock started to harden. "You never seen a black woman's crotch before?" Zsuzu enquired.

Tom hadn't but Suzie saying, "Gran's got a big booboo." interrupted his reply.

"That's because you didn't do what she told you," Tom said, "Maybe you'll have a big booboo on your bottom later when she has smacked you for being so naughty."

"Granny doesn't smack," Suzie replied petulantly, "Mummy smacks. Daddy smacks not granny."

"Well, little Suzie, you better watch while I clean Grandma's booboo and perhaps you'll feel some of the pain you caused."

Zsuzu laughed, "It wouldn't make any difference at her age. She's only just three. Give her a biscuit from the tin on the counter and keep her out of the way."

"You going to mend Gran's booboo?" Suzie asked.

"I'm going to see what I can do to make it better, Suzie but first I have to clean it."

While Suzie sat munching Tom washed Zsuzu's wounds. None were very deep but the worst was high up in her thigh. A nasty looking gash caused they surmised by falling on one of the tins from her shopping bag. To clean this Tom's fingers inadvertently touched her crotch on several occasions. It didn't seem to worry or concern Zsuzu but she noticed the bulge growing in Tom's pants. With what now seemed to be her ever-present smile, Zsuzu touched it and remarked, "Well it seems like an old woman can still make you horny. Sorry, though, I don't think I can accommodate you today. I am a bit sore and stiff around that area. Perhaps your wife will."

"No wife. I live alone in the next village."

Tom was still there chatting an hour later when Suzie's mother, a white women arrived to pick her up. Zsuzu introduced him to Mary Ann. When told the story, Mary Ann went quite pale. "I hope Leon doesn't get too mad when he hears about this." Tom left soon after, promising to look in on her in the morning.

*****

As promised Tom arrived about 9:30 and parked his cycle against the house, knocked and was surprised when a tearful Mary Ann opened the door. "I don't think you'd better come in today, Tom. Neither me ma nor me are in a fit state for you to see us," she said.

However Suzie had other ideas. Running around her mother she dragged Tom into the room and held up her arms wanting to be picked up. Tom noticed she too had been crying. "Father Christmas, you came back. Have you come to mend granny and mummy's bottoms? Daddy's made them very sore," Suzie blurted out, before clasping Tom tightly around the neck.

Tom kissed her on the forehead, "Call me Tom. Father Christmas is my father. He's older than me and has a white beard. Mine is black." Despite her sore backside, Zsuzu giggled at this. Turning to her, Tom asked, "So what really happened?"

"Leon blamed me for not looking after Suzie properly and decided I needed a dose of his belt as punishment."

"He belted his own mother?"

Zsuzu nodded, "And his Mary Ann and then fucked her in front of me. He's uncouth, just like his father."

"And in front of Suzie too?"

"No, she's his little darling and can't do any wrong." It was Mary Ann that spoke. "She watched the belting but was put in the spare room and he shut the door while he shagged me.

"You going to mend Gran's and mummy's bottoms now?" Suzie fidgeted and wanted to put let down on to the floor.

"Well they have to show me their bottoms first, Suzie. Perhaps they may not want me to mend them. What do you say Zsuzu?"

"I say you have a naughty way with you Tom." Zsuzu was grinning. "Yesterday you got horny just looking at my knickers, what might happen if you see my bare bum?"

"Nothing you don't want to happen," replied Tom. He too was grinning. Zsuzu turned her back and lifted her skirt revealing livid lines a couple of inches wide across her arse. Even with her black skin the marks were clearly visible and obviously sore and very tender. "My God, Zsu, your own son thrashed you like that? I can't believe it. And you let him?"

"She didn't have a choice and neither did I," Mary Ann interrupted. "Leon's too strong and he tied our hands to the bed good." Mary Ann's use of english might not have been erudite but she got her message across.

"You were thrashed as badly as Zsu?" Tom asked.

"Same. 'er and me we wuz lying side by side. First her used the belt from her side and then mine but both of us got hit every time."

"Where's the bathroom?" Tom asked. Zsuzu pointed to a door off the kitchen area. "I'll run a cool bath and you can soak in that for a while. That's the first stage of mending your bottoms."

"You coming in there wi' us?" Zsuzu enquired.

"Of course. You're not shy are you? I won't do anything you don't want." Tom went off followed by Suzie, leaving the two women talking to each other. Presently he sent Suzie to bring the two women in. "You're not ready yet? You need to take those clothes off so the water can get to the welts."

"And you get to see our boobies," quipped Zsuzu, "You really are a naughty one you know." Mary Ann cried out when Suzie poked her tender bottom. Tom admonished the young girl, "Suzie, remember it is your fault mummy and granny are so sore. You shouldn't have run away like that. If I had been a car and not a bike you would be dead. Squashed flat."

Despite having towels covering the bottom of the bath, Zsuzu had difficulty in kneeling because her legs were still sore and lacerated from her fall. Tom stood back for a few moments and admired the two women. Mary Ann, white skinned, well built but nowhere near as large as Zsuzu. She had good-sized tits but couldn't compete with the large mammaries of her mother in law. Her arse though showed the effects of the belting to a far higher degree. Livid red welts now turning yellow black, criss-crossed both cheeks. Tom gently sponged water over them until some of the fire had gone. He asked where to find more towels and gave her one to dry herself before turning his attentions to Zsuzu.

"I wondered when you were going to help an old woman like me." Tom saw she was laughing at him.

"You had more area to soak so needed more time." Tom joked back.

"Yeah and I s'pose you wanted to keep me naked longer."

"Of course. First time I've seen a naked black woman so I must make the most of it." So the banter went on while Tom bathed her bum and legs. One of the scratches on her leg had festered and Tom gently cleaned it again. Soon though both women were dry and Tom had applied cream to the relevant areas. He'd brought a tube along thinking it was only going to be needed on Zsuzu's legs but there was sufficient. Mary Ann decided she had better get home and after crying out a few times, managed to get her jeans on. She left taking Suzie with her. Zsuzu didn't have the same trouble dressing, she donned a dressing gown and the pair returned to the kitchen but Zsuzu didn't attempt to sit.

"Well now white man, you got to see just about every thing I got. You got an eyeful of my tits and even copped a feel or two of my cunt. I can see you've a hard on by the bulge in your trousers. How about I get a good look at you? Let me see if you've a small dick like most white men are supposed to have."

"You're a naughty woman Zsu, wanting an old man like me to strip in front of you but I guess I'll have to keep you happy." Tom stripped while Zsuzu leaned on the counter and watched.

"Wow, that's not a bad size," she exclaimed when Tom's hard cock sprang into view, "For a white man, of course!" Zsuzu's infectious laugh took any sting from the remark.

"You want to see what the fit is like?"

"Yeah Tom but my arse is still on fire from the sodden beating that crap son of mine gave it and I can't kneel because of the fall yesterday." Zsuzu leaned and took the cock in her hand and gently rubbed it between her fingers. "Perhaps if I lie on my side on the bed I can taste it." Limping a little she led Tom by his cock to the bedroom. He stared fascinated as her tits bobbed and swayed as she walked. It had been several years since he'd had a naked woman beside him and never a black woman or indeed a woman of such large size. His cock hardened further if that was possible.

For Zsuzu too, it had been a long time. She'd had a couple of white boys in her teen years but when she married Leonard, Leon's father she was faithful to him until her left her without warning to live with another woman, a white woman. Zsuzu had to bring up Leon on her own.

"Come here baby," Zsuzu cried out as she pulled Tom's throbbing cock to her mouth. Lying as she was on the bed, Tom's cock was just the right height. Any further comment from her was limited to gurgling sounds as she slurped noisily on his man shaft. It was a revelation to Tom. One girlfriend had sucked him before sex but it seemed as if Zsuzu was going all the way and was even trying to take him further down her throat. Her arms now encircled his arse, fingers played with his hole as she kept pulling him towards her mouth and releasing him again. Never had Tom experienced anything like it and it didn't take long before his sperm was sent down Zsuzu's throat.

"Would you like me to suck you or anything?" Tom asked when they both lay face to face recovering on the bed.

"I'd love you to suck me off too but not many men will do that and in any case I'm a bit too sore. Perhaps if you nibble my tits for a bit." Tom didn't need a second bidding.

"I still don't understand why do you allow Leon to beat you?" Tom asked when they once again lay facing each other. Tom had his hand between her thighs, gently massaging her mound.

"It's a long story and one I don't think I ought to tell you."

Chapter 2. Leon

"Tell me anyway," Tom demanded in his usual quiet way emphasising his point by giving her clit a nip. "Start at the beginning."

"Leon was my only child and although his father left when he was ten and things were difficult and money was tight, I tried to bring him up properly. He turned out to be like his father. Big, powerful and rough with it. Perhaps that's what attracted me to Leonard in the first place. On our first date he forced me over a bench in the park and screwed me hard. I wasn't a virgin or anything but his cock was bigger than any I'd had before so it seemed more like a first time. He seemed to enjoy it so we went on seeing each other and he made me have sex with him nearly every time we were together. He liked variety too. When I was bloody with the curse, he took my arse and frequently I had to suck him. Once I got used to it, I preferred that to an arse fuck." Tom's cock started to harden again.

"I can feel you're liking the story," Zsuzu went on. "I knew he had other girls too but I kept myself only for him. Leonard refused to wear a condom, saying he wanted to get the full feeling of my cunt. I was on the pill for a while but one month I lost them and never bothered after that. The inevitable happened and I got pregnant. My father and his got together and arranged that we got married and I was stuck with that for ten years. Ten years of misery in many ways. The only relief was when he was in prison for short spells. Over the years he became more and more violent and would whip my arse in front of Leon and then screw me afterwards. At the same time he would tell the boy that this was the way to treat a woman. He had this saying, 'Keep her arse sore and her cunt full.' Leon seemed to enjoy seeing me hurt and would often egg his father on."

"Why didn't you leave them?"

"Looking back on it now, I don't really know." Zsuzu replied, "I suppose I just accepted it. Anyway when he left for a few months things seemed better. Leon was a handful and often got into trouble at school and with the police. One Sunday morning early, he came into my bedroom, naked and with a hard on. For a twelve year old he was pretty well developed but nothing like he is now. Ripping the bedclothes off me, "I'm taking dad's place now. Open your legs." I was only wearing a short nightdress so he could see my cunt. I protested and struggled but he ripped my nightdress and started slapping my tits back and forth. "You will do as I say ma, otherwise you'll go to jail. I will say you sent me out on that burglary and you took all the proceeds. I'll probably get a caution again because I'm a minor. You're not." I knew he could probably lie enough to convince the police and others so I opened my legs and let him do what he wanted. After that he came into my room and made me do all sorts of obscene things especially after they raided a porn shop and brought back some videos."

Tom's cock was now fully hard again. "You're enjoying this Tom, aren't you?"

"As you can tell, it has stimulated me but I find the whole thing rather disturbing. I don't like the idea of a woman being forced to do things she doesn't want to do but something inside my brain causes my cock to react." It was difficult for Tom to explain.

"You want me to go on?" Zsuzu asked and when Tom nodded she started again. "I suppose in one way it was lucky I couldn't get pregnant. There was some problem during Leon's birth and they took out my ovaries. Leonard gave his permission for that while I was still under the anesthetic. It wasn't long before Leon began bringing girlfriends home and taking them to his bedroom. Fortunately one thing he did listen to me on was the use of contraception. I knew he wouldn't want to be forced into marriage as I had been. I had to turn a blind eye to it even if I knew the girls were underage. They all seemed willing enough. I was even called into the room sometimes to serve them drinks or crisps. Whenever I protested I received a belting. By now he was stronger than me and like this morning, would tie my hands to the side of the bed and lay the belt on hard. When he'd done, he would ram his cock in and fuck me. Soon I learned that the more I struggled the more of a belting I would get so I would quietly lay over the bed when ordered."

Tom was totally surprised at her frankness. He'd only met her the day before and now they were lying together naked and discussing her sex life, incest sex life at that. However, Tom found the conversation arousing so he asked, "Did he belt his girlfriends?"

"Yes. Often like with me, it was to make the girl do what he wanted but one or two seemed to like him being rough and hurting them. One girl in particular I remember, Janine, Jan, had him cane her. She even brought the cane. Seems as if her stepfather used it on her until she left home. I guess she had to service him as well but she never said anything to me."

"So how often does Leon have sex with you now?"

"Very rarely. I think I am now too old. He hasn't touched me for several years, he prefers younger girls. I'm sure he cheats on Mary Ann though especially when he's away delivering. He takes machine parts to Manchester at least once a week and stays there overnight until he can fix up a load to bring back. Usually it's clothing on the return trip." Zsuzu found Tom's hard prick and played with it for a while and then pulled him close to her, mashing her over large breasts to his chest. She kissed him and forced her tongue in his mouth. "Ooohh! Its been a long while since I kissed any man because it wanted to and its been many years since I had a white man, not since I was a teenager," Zsuzu remarked as she rolled Tom over and on top of her.

Tom heard her wince as her bum took some of her weight and he tried to lift himself up but Zsuzu was having none of that. "It's been too long to worry about a sore arse, Tom. The soreness is going a bit now anyway so please fuck me. I need that cock of yours." Tom's need was as great as hers. Into her wet opening went his prick. Her cunt lips folded round it. He thrust hard and steadily until both became locked in a duel of thrust and counter thrust. Zsuzu cried out when her orgasm came and Tom followed soon after.

"Thanks Zsu. That was really great. It's been several years since I last fucked a woman and never was it with one as voluptuous as you."

"Same for me, but what are do you mean by voluptuous? You saying I'm fat?" For a moment Tom thought he'd offended her but saw the smile on her face and knew she was giving him a hard time. "No," he answered, "It's just that there is more of you than other women I've known."

Chapter 3. Thrashed

"Door's ajar. She's expecting me," Tom murmured to himself as parked his bike next morning. The green door was open a few inches. He pushed it further open and called out, "Zsu it's me. Tom." No reply. He called again and took another step into the room.

"WHAP!" The blow to the back of the head sent him unconscious to the floor.

"What the...?" Tom shook his head trying to clear the strange smell that assailed his nostrils. His arms wouldn't move. His wrists were tied to the head rail of a bed. Zsuzu's bed. "What the...?" Tom repeated as his senses started to return. The smell persisted. A feather was smouldering close to his nose. A feather held in a black hand. Cool air flowed over his body. His naked body. "Oh my God!" Tom's mind registered that he was helpless. Naked. Hands and feet tied. The man could do anything to him and probably would from what he'd heard of him.

"So interfering white man, you've decided to wake up. Good. Now I can start." Tom looked around and shook his head again. To one side Zsuzu sat tied to a chair and crying. "You thought to cop a feel of my wife and screw my mother after I had given them a hiding they deserved." The words confirmed Tom's assumption the man was Leon. "You thought to ease the pain I had given them for a purpose. Well Ma here will soon have to deal with the pain, I inflict on your arse but it will be a while before I send Mary Ann to release her. She'll just have to sit and watch you suffer old man. Then you can go back to you own little hole and stay there and forget all about us."

"Why...?" Tom started, "Why? I only tried to help. I saved your daughter's life for God's sake."

"That's the only reason you ain't dead man." Leon leered, "But you ain't goin' to sit comfortable on that saddle for a bit."

"CRAAACK!!" The wide leather belt lashed across Tom's arse. Tom screamed. He never thought of himself as a macho man, certainly now in his fifties, he wasn't going to even try to put a brave face on things. Gagged and unable to speak, Zsuzu winced as she watched the broad red stripe appear. "CRAAACK!!" Leon waited for nearly half a minute before crashing the belt again on the defenseless arse in front of him. Laughing, he felt Tom's cheeks. "Getting warm now but they'll be very much hotter by the time I'm done."

"No, please," Tom begged, tears beginning to flow, "I only tried to help."

"You interfered with what wasn't your business, white man. Now you're going to find out why you keep out of our affairs." "CRAAACK!!" "CRAAACK!!" Leon plied the belt steadily to the whole of Tom's buttock and back of thighs area. After twenty lashes Tom just lay on the bed, a sobbing moaning wreck. Zsuzu sobbed too. Leon seemed hyped up with power. Forcibly turning Tom's head to face him Leon undid his flies and lowered his trousers. Without underpants, his cock sprang free and stood out proud and firm. The knob was close to Tom's face. He could see it was much bigger than his. Worse he could smell it hadn't been washed since he fucked his wife earlier that morning, possibly long before that. Pre-cum dribbled from the end. Horrified he might have to suck it, Tom tried to back away but Leon held his head.

"You had a cock like this up your arse boy?" Tom shook his head. "Well it's time you did. Been a while since I had it up a white boy arse. Not since that fifteen-year-old punk boy thought he could slag me off. He didn't do it again, not after my two mates held him while I whipped his arse good and then buggered his hole. The other two had their turn and then we all pissed on him. He sure kept out of my way after that. Time I had another go at a boy arse. Ma and Mary Ann's are used to it."

"No, please don't, you've hurt me enough already," Tom pleaded knowing it was all but useless. Leon left the room and returned moments later with a pot of Vaseline. Releasing Tom's ankles he pulled his legs around so the hung over the side of the bed. Pushing Tom's legs further apart, Leon spread some of the lubricant around the now exposed arsehole and forced some inside. Feebly Tom sort to kick but with his arse already painful and his wrists still fastened to the bed, it was an almost impossible task. Leon just laughed and pushed his cock head to its target. Slowly, painfully it entered and once past the sphincter muscles Leon thrust hard and buried his cock fully into the helpless man's bowels. Tom's screams filled the room counterbalanced by Leon's laughter.

"Ma cried out too when I buggered her first time even though dad had taken her there before." Leon started to pump his cock in and out of the tight hole. With each thrust his loins hit Tom's very tender arse causing him even more pain. "You're about a tight as a little boy," he commented, "That's how I like it. Ma and wifey is just a bit on the slack side now."

For Tom the sodomy seemed to go on forever but in a little over five minutes, Leon shed his load and withdrew. Wiping his cock on Tom's pubic hair he re-tied Tom's ankles, dressed and left. "I'll send Mary Ann over this evening and she can untie you if you haven't freed yourselves before hand. White man, I don't want to hear you been after my Ma again," he called back as he left.

Zsuzu was able to free Tom before lunchtime by dint of wobbling her chair to the bedside and eventually into a position where, despite the gag, she could get her teeth on the knot holding Tom's right wrist to the bed. "My turn to bathe you." Zsuzu tried to smile but her eyes were full of tears as she helped him limp to the bathroom.

It was late that afternoon before Tom felt he could reasonably pull on his trousers and order a taxi to take him home. This was one time when Tom felt dressing like a slob and wearing baggy trousers had its advantages. An hour later Zsuzu phoned and tearfully again apologised for her son's behaviour. "Tom, I'd like to keep on seeing you but I daren't have you round the house here in case Leon or Mary Ann or even Suzie are here. If you wish I'll try and keep in touch by phone or maybe I'll call round to yours when he is away. Maybe things will quieten down or he'll be put away."

"Zsuzu, I'm not a brave man and I've lived alone for nigh on twenty years now. I enjoyed our short time together but if it is going to mean pain to both of us, then perhaps it would be best to end it now. I'll pick up my bike as soon as I can and that will end it."

Zsuzu nodded and kissed him with tears in her eyes, "I just wish there was some way of being free of his control, I'll phone once in a while to keep you in touch.

Chapter 4. The burglary

"You should have seen his face Jock when I showed him my cock and said I was going to shove it up his welted arse." Leon and Jock Mahoon were supping a beer in Jock's Manchester home. Both were splitting their sides with laughter. Suddenly Jock looked serious.

"Take a look at that," he said passing a poster over to Leon.

'Maria Pavlos, Famous Concert Soprano will be performing at the Trade Hall, Manchester, May 15th -17th. She will be singing excepts from....' "You think I want to hear some white female caterwauling? You must be out of your fucking mind Jock." Leon looked a bit annoyed.

"You'll be up here next Thursday right? The 15th right?"

"Yeah, should be. But I ain't fancying going to no concert to hear her," Leon retorted.

"I thought you might say that," Jock laughed, "But if she's at the concert and her daughter I happen to know is singing in the States, that leaves her house empty for at least three hours. I also just happen to know the code for her burglar alarm system. Have a mate who installs them. Thought we might do another job together. Earn ourselves some big money. I hear she has expensive jewellery and silver cups and stuff she's won. Our Freddie will take it off us and put it through the system."

After a long discussion Leon agreed to do the job.

*****

Maria Pavlos lay dozing on her bed. Her reverie was interrupted by the distinctive musical tones of the alarm keys being pressed. As far as she knew, only she and her daughter knew the code and her daughter was in the States. Someone was in the house that shouldn't be and he or she must know something about alarms systems. "Burglars," she muttered to herself, "Must think I'm at the concert." Mentally visualizing what was in the bedroom, she couldn't think of anything that would serve as a weapon. "I'll just have to put my training into practice," she told herself. For years she'd had private tuition in Karate and other forms of marshal arts from an ex SAS paratrooper.

Maria listened carefully. She heard the tinkling sounds of metal hitting metal. "Probably taking my cups." The thought made her very angry but deliberately she kept her mind cool. Just as she'd been taught. Quickly she worked on the outline of plan but first she needed to know how many there were and if they were armed.

Leon worked his way upstairs. Jock was waiting in the getaway van. Immediately he entered the bedroom, Maria switched the light on causing Leon a momentary surprise. On the bed lay a good looking woman barely covered in a see through nightdress. "Who are you? What do you want?" Maria croaked.

"What? What the hell are you doing here? You're supposed to be...." Leon pulled a flick knife and opened the blade.

"Throat infection," Maria spoke hoarsely. "I presume you've come here to steal my things...."

"That's right lady. And maybe have a bit of fun too, seeing as you seem dressed ready for it." Leon touched the underside of her right tit with the tip of his knife then, noting the phone beside the bed, ripped it from the wall and threw it across the room.

"You don't have to hurt me if you want a quick fuck, Sir. That is of course if you have a cock that's big enough for me. Heard you black men had big ones. Is it true?" Leon stood taken aback a little by the woman's attitude. He thought he would have to forcibly rape her. "Show me," Maria demanded, "Show me what that bulge is in your trousers."

Whipping out his half-hard cock, Leon showed and rubbed it to hardness. "Take that rag off so I can see your tits properly.

As she complied Maria commented on the goodly size of his weapon and asked, "Are any of your mates downstairs that would be after seconds?"

"Nah, lady, this big ole sausage will be enough for you." Leon squeezed her tits quite painfully. Maria winced

"Let me have a piss first and then we can have a good long session. You seem a bit surprised I am willing to let you fuck me without a struggle." Leon nodded. "I didn't get to the top of my profession just by singing, you know. Lots of girls can sing. It's who you go to bed with that counts on your way up the ladder."

Leon followed the naked woman to the bathroom and stood in the doorway while she peed. It took a little while for her to start. "Sorry," she apologised, "I'm a bit nervous. Haven't had a black cock before." However, Maria was not only stalling, she was planning her moves. Lying on the bed with a knife close to her skin, she had few options. Out of the room and on her feet she felt more at an advantage. Standing and wiping herself, she nodded to Leon to move back to the bedroom.

Leon turned his back for a second. A second too long. Maria brought the edge of her hand sharply down to the corner of his neck. Her instructor has shown her this but even hardly touching her, she had almost passed out. She had no idea how hard to hit this big black man but she knew she would never get a second chance. Putting all her force into it and noticing Leon begin to stagger, she reinforced her advantage by a leg kick to his head. The blow knocked Leon sideways against the balustrade. It wasn't strong enough to take the impact and Leon toppled 12 feet to the stone floor below. Unfortunately he didn't let go of the knife and on hitting the floor it went into his stomach. The pathologist later had difficulty in determining whether the karate chop, the fall or the knife was the actual cause of death. "Any one of these could have caused death in a shorter or greater time," he told the coroner, "Combined, he didn't stand any chance of survival."

For a few minutes, Maria stood looking down on the lifeless body below. Shaking, she made her way downstairs. Fortunately Leon hadn't disconnected the phone there. Within minutes the police were on their way.

Jock, waiting outside in the van, saw the flashing blue lights but had only gone a quarter of a mile before he was arrested.

*****

"How's Suzie taking it?" Tom enquired.

"Well she doesn't really understand and at her age she'll get over it," Zsuzu replied.

"Mary Ann?"

"Like me, she's glad it's all over. Now stop asking questions and get those clothes off and give me that white cock of yours."

Finis

Zsuzu

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