The Ultimate Setup, Volume II By Mkarl
Chapter 4
An outsider looking through the cabin of the window that second day of my honeymoon with Lean would have got quite the eyeful. I wonder what would have happened if it had been you that stumbled across the scene just past noon. Would you have been able to discern that she was still being *****? I guess if you had only stumbled onto this show then you might wonder just what was going on. Why was a new bride spending the day as a nigger playtoy and why did she look like she was loving it; and just where the hell was the husband.
Yes, to a person just stumbling onto this scene exposure to the previous occurrences and motivations would have been helpful but that might not be possible so maybe you would just wait a bit and see if the developing scenes began to make sense.
As the windows are open and the participants were all vocal, you would soon be able to know that the major players went by the names of Lean, Tyrone, Deon, Mustafa, and the missing husband, Michael. You would not help but quickly realize that there was far more to the scene then the obvious fact that the girl was white; the guys were black; and the sex was hard.
It would be easy to worry you were witnessing the most filthy and obscene of rapes. The magnificent black specimens were full of godly power and dominance and the girl was flung back and forth like a rag doll taking cock in every hole while commanded to verbally debase herself and call out for these niggers to breed her on her honeymoon.
It might fill you with shock and disgust to see such a betrayal of every concept of decency, but what else might enter the mind? Might you just pause and watch while the brand new wife took load after potent load of the dangerous baby-making juice into her fertile[?] Cunt. Might you secretly have yourself a laugh and just be glad you were not involved in such a perverse situation? How long would you watch with your hand down the front of your pants? Long enough to see the boy known as Mustafa take a piss into the young wife's mouth from his big nigger cock? Long enough to see the adult male Tyrone maneuver the two younger bastards into position so they could turn the helpless wife into their very own oreo sandwich? Long enough to watch as the bitch is finally released from bed and ordered to prepare and then serve supper?
It might be hard to tear away from any of the action but as night would fall you would eventually be faced with a choice. With no way of knowing just how long the scene in the cabin might continue, and fearing the worst for the missing husband, you might decide to leave the bitch at the tenderless mercies of her nigger attackers. They obviously intended to have her grow a child so she was in no danger beyond the sex and after the hours of voyeurism, you had no thought she would want 'that' stopped anyhow. As you returned to your life, a final wicked impulse might have you allow a whisper from your lips to wish the bitch a good night. You would not necessarily ever know that while you had watched the wife for just the one day she was scheduled for a week of honeymoon and only the second day had finished.
Chapter 5
Michael had spent the evening behind the closed door of the spare bedroom. The white husband had a lot on his mind to think about while his two-day brides intermitted screams of pain and pleasure reached his ears. He did not have to worry about pulling any macho bullshit and trying to get to his wife's aid as she was quite convinced he was helpless bound and secured from any such intervention. The truth was quite the opposite.
Michael could not believe how well things were going. It was the cumulation of a lifetime obsession. Ever since the incident with his mother all those years before, Michael had lived to experience the humiliation himself and the niggers he hired had outperformed even his wildest expectations. The real payoff was his wife so easily falling under the spell of the black cock. Michael had always had the most mixed feelings involving his own mother but towards his 'wife', he focused on nothing but the lust he felt to being so utterly betrayed.
It might seem patiently unfair to have blamed the girl for it. She had fully intended to be nothing but the typical wife, loving and obeying and all that garbage. It was all the husband. It was all Michael. so how could he get away with thinking Lean the slut for just going with the inevitable? Sure they had treated her rude. She had been bitch slapped, pulled by the hair, used as a human toilet, and defiled right in front of her groom on her honeymoon. She had been forced into a sick ceremony that was a direct affront to the entire institution of her marriage itself. and yet. She liked it. Lean really, really liked it.
Who would have thought it? She had never been forced to be so open. She had never been ******* to such evil. It was bad enough to be *****, but these niggers had gone on and on as to how she was paying for poor Michael. Michael. She did worry so for him. She worried for herself. The niggers seamed to have to qualms about what they were doing. She knew she could end up dead but they were going on and on about breeding her. They even had stuck a needle in her ass and said it was some sort of animal fertility drug that had wild side effects in humans and almost guaranteed multiple pregnancies.
Michael had been so careful to schedule the wedding to fit her cycles. It seamed he had some romantic idea of a honeymoon conception. As Lean cuddled with Tyrone following the last fuck of the night and felt the cum to once more start to leak from her cunt, she could not help but wonder how Michael would handle his wife coloring the ****** name. One thing that she did know was that she would have the baby. 'Honey' was just going to have to put up with it; provided these niggers did not make good on putting him in the lake.
God. Why did she think something so morbid? Why did she wonder just what punishments were in store for poor Michael and why did those thoughts confuse her so? What was she thinking? Lean could not even allow the words to form in her own mind but as she drifted off too sleep squeezed between the hard bodies of Deon and Mustafa it was strange that she had no intention of running off in the night.
End Of Chapter 5
It was a new day. Michael awoke first in his room. He would have to wait to be fetched by one of the boys. As Michael refastened his hand cuffs he could not help but allow himself a chuckle. It had been almost twenty hours since his wife had laid eyes on him. Twenty hours during which time she had been fucked and fucked and fucked again. Michael had originally intended to be present and forced to watch, but Tyrone had stuffed him in the bedroom. Michael had been annoyed at first but Tyrone said he saw something happening in Lean.
Tyrone had been made aware of all of Michael's special hopes and prayers and had persuaded the white man that Lean could be more fully indoctrinated into the world of nigger worship if she was allowed to perform guilt free. For Michael's ultimate desires to be fulfilled, it was vital for his wife to end up addicted to black cock so he had reluctantly consented to the nigger's change of plans. Now it was time to get back on track with a day of scheduled violence that should begin to really shape Lean's second conditioning; blame and disdain for her husband.
Deon fetched Michael, "Rise and shine toilet, I have to take a shit."
Michael's face turned whiter. He had told Tyrone that he did not want that again but how could he stop it in front of his wife without blowing his cover. "No. Let me go nigger."
Fuck Tyrone! Hadn't that coon told the kids. Michael felt the impotent rage as Deon pulled him to the middle of the floor where Lean could watch. "Keep that mouth open trash or I will beat your white ass. Time to show your 'ex' what a piece of shit she married. Isn't that right Mustafa."
Mustafa had Lean by the hair. "Tell your husband to open his mouth bitch or we do you next."
Michael looked at Tyrone but the nigger just stayed stone faced. What the fuck was going on?
"Better open Michael? You can't stop them. They will hurt you." Lean felt her face burn. Had she felt like this when they pissed on him? Why did she want to say more? God, it was hard not to cheer. Why was she so wickedly excited?"
"Say it like you mean it bitch or you get it too. Tell him what worthless shit he is. He likes this bitch. We are fucking going to strip his punk white ass and show you what a tiny white cock faggot white prison guard has. We are going to take our morning dumps and have him flush then punk him so you watch. How does that excite you bitch? You got choked now faggot boy gets it too. You know he deserves it. Go ahead. You know you want to. Just fucking do it or you get it too."
".yes. Open that nigger's toilet Michael, Feel that nigger put you in place you racist white trash worm. It is your fault. If you would have ever know that niggers were your lords then those bastards in jail would never have arranged this wedding present. I have been ruined. You are just so useless so just be a toilet. Be a fucking toilet."
Ouch. Michael felt his cock harden. Even though this ignorant nigger was about to screw up big time at least Michael got 'that'. Then her mouth was open again.
"Yes faggot. Feel your nigger lord sit on his throne. You are his. Don't close your mouth now. Oh, you sick fuck. Don't gag yet. Open those fucking crybaby eyes you pathetic white trash. Look at the black god on your fucking face. Oh-oh, oh-oh. You better flush. Flush you stupid toilet."
Deon climbed off, finished, just as Michael started to puke his guts out. The white man was in heaven. How could he be so aroused? The nigger had explicitly betrayed him and Tyrone had done nothing. Michael wanted to wonder what the game was but all he could focus on was the words from his wife. Were all his dreams to be realized?
"Hey Deon, get your nigger ass over here and hold this bitch while I take that toilet too."
Michael could not survive another one. He was not even done puking yet."
"Use the john, Mustafa. I am going to take white boy out and clean him in the lake so he can punk while we do breakfast. Get that bitch in front of the bacon again and see if she can get a matching burn on the right tit."
Michael wanted to say thank you as Tyrone took him by the hair and yanked him to his feet. Maybe the nigger just had forgot to tell young Deon until it was too late to have stopped the morning facilities? Michael expected to be uncuffed as they reached the lake but Tyrone just pushed him to his knees and put him face first into the cold mountain water.
".What the fuck."
"Someone might be looking."
"Stop it Tyrone. What the hell was that in the cabin."
"Hey! It worked."
"I don't fucking care nigger. You work for me."
"Yeah. well I'm not the one tied up am I."
"WHAT!?!"
"Nothing. Look, you paid me for a job and I'm gonna deliver. You heard the bitch last night and you heard her today. Once we get you presentable we are going take you back up and strip you so wifey gets a look at 'honey's' tiny little dick all excited by worshipping us superior niggers. That is the shit you want. That is the shit you are going to get. You have some white trash fantasy about paying the crimes when you slaved us, while yeah, it gonna be a kick to do an old fashioned whippin the other way round. You get it all just shut the fuck up cause I know who you really want in charge and what the fuck you gonna do anyhow. You screwed white boy but you wanted it so just get that punk white face in that fucking water so we can get it official."
Yeah you know what they say about watching what you wish for.
Michael was trying to get his thoughts in focus even as he was thrown back on the cabin floor. Deon and Mustafa were sitting at the table as Lean finished the bacon. "Owwww."
"I said be careful bitch, guess you got those matching tits after all," Deon laughed. "Hey cuz, Is that a fresh bruise gonna be on white boy's face."
"The punk got uppity so I had to bitch slap him, isn't that right, trash?"
"Yes." It was the life Michael had fantasized but like this? He wished he had a minuet to figure out the turn of events.
"Hey bitch serve up those plates so we can eat while hubby gets under the table."
"Nasty niggers. I guess everyone gets something in their mouths this morning." Lean couldn't believe she said that either. It sounded goofy but it make her weak kneed. God she hoped they made her say more.
Lean remembered the drill from day two only as she lap sat Tyrone and started feeding her lord, this time she was preoccupied by the action at the next seat.
Mustafa was pushed back from the table so as not to obscure the view. The kid was certainly not gay but then 'this' was not about 'that'. When Tyrone had explained the duties, the kid had thought it disgusting at first but when the ex-con had relayed the satisfaction of doing his white bitches in the joint, Mustafa had started to laugh. The nigger wanted to see for himself if it was true that white guys wanted 'it'.
Michael felt it.. The shame. The lust. Tyrone had used a knife on the tux, not bothering to remove the handcuffs. When Michael had been *******, his eyes met Lean's. Mustafa had ordered the new cuckold to bitch-crawl properly to his place. Tyrone had given him the appropriate slap across the back of the head to send the wimp to his duty. Now Michael heard them all as he had his first taste of nigger cock.
"Hey Mustafa, does bitch punk good?"
"You gonna know just as soon as I blow my load."
"Yeah while make the faggot swallow. I ain't into the messy shit with no white faggot."
"Hey Lean, what you say? Think he should swallow or should you get it in that little cunt for the baby."
"Oh no Deon. You nigger gods already got me bred proper. I was prime on my wedding night and I can feel it in me now. I was just going to ask if we had any pickles and ice cream." Everyone broke up as the new slut wife continued, "He wants it anyhow. The sick fuck has a hardon. Miiiiichaelllll, is faggot husband all turned on. I don't even think I would have seen that pathetic little cock if it was any smaller. Just drink your breakfast faggot."
.And so it went. Mustafa was services first and then Deon. By the time Michael kneeled submissively at the feet of Tyrone and began to worship his lord's cock, Lean was actively holding the head of her faggot husband and screaming for the piece of shit to love the big nigger cock. As Tyrone received his satisfaction and soaked Michael's face with his reward, both men knew that their destinies were forever set. All that was required was for time to reveal the rest of the story.
End of chapter 6
Note from the Author.
Sorry, I hoped to finish the story today but it is not going to happen. I appreciate all the feedback I have received from chapters 1-3. Some of the surprises in 4-6 were influenced by the requests. Too many cooks spoil the soup but I want to be the most interactive as possible and as always encourage any feedback you might have on this or any others of my stories at mkarl@mrdouble.com. My commitment is to respond to any and all who take the time to voice their thoughts. I will honor all requests possible and try to give you sneak previews of upcoming directions and/or sneak previews of unpublished works, so writing does have its privileges but please help me by being as expressive as you feel comfortable on what aspects of my stories you want more of or less of. I write first for myself but I publish for you.
I had sketched the Ultimate Setup as an open ended five chapter tale covering a seven day honeymoon but things are changing. It is quite obvious Michael was a bit of a fool and this Ultimate Setup has nabbed him as the true 'victim.' Just what the final fate for the ensnared husband will now be is a mystery to be explored next time but what can be expected is still known: -day 3 concludes with beatings for both lucky white bitches and sex for all. -days 4 and 5 see more of the same. -day 6, the beer seams to run out and a trip to town is in order. -day 7 is the end of the honeymoon but just who all end up at the new ******?
The story begs for more so expect a fourth installment as to the life as it continues. Maybe you might already know what happens to the young newlyweds. Send me a line as I am taking votes but until I see you again In The Ultimate Setup Volume III, I bid you farewell for now and encourage you to keep your eyes out for my new series of Child's Nightmares currently in production at your favorite story site.
Chapter 4
An outsider looking through the cabin of the window that second day of my honeymoon with Lean would have got quite the eyeful. I wonder what would have happened if it had been you that stumbled across the scene just past noon. Would you have been able to discern that she was still being *****? I guess if you had only stumbled onto this show then you might wonder just what was going on. Why was a new bride spending the day as a nigger playtoy and why did she look like she was loving it; and just where the hell was the husband.
Yes, to a person just stumbling onto this scene exposure to the previous occurrences and motivations would have been helpful but that might not be possible so maybe you would just wait a bit and see if the developing scenes began to make sense.
As the windows are open and the participants were all vocal, you would soon be able to know that the major players went by the names of Lean, Tyrone, Deon, Mustafa, and the missing husband, Michael. You would not help but quickly realize that there was far more to the scene then the obvious fact that the girl was white; the guys were black; and the sex was hard.
It would be easy to worry you were witnessing the most filthy and obscene of rapes. The magnificent black specimens were full of godly power and dominance and the girl was flung back and forth like a rag doll taking cock in every hole while commanded to verbally debase herself and call out for these niggers to breed her on her honeymoon.
It might fill you with shock and disgust to see such a betrayal of every concept of decency, but what else might enter the mind? Might you just pause and watch while the brand new wife took load after potent load of the dangerous baby-making juice into her fertile[?] Cunt. Might you secretly have yourself a laugh and just be glad you were not involved in such a perverse situation? How long would you watch with your hand down the front of your pants? Long enough to see the boy known as Mustafa take a piss into the young wife's mouth from his big nigger cock? Long enough to see the adult male Tyrone maneuver the two younger bastards into position so they could turn the helpless wife into their very own oreo sandwich? Long enough to watch as the bitch is finally released from bed and ordered to prepare and then serve supper?
It might be hard to tear away from any of the action but as night would fall you would eventually be faced with a choice. With no way of knowing just how long the scene in the cabin might continue, and fearing the worst for the missing husband, you might decide to leave the bitch at the tenderless mercies of her nigger attackers. They obviously intended to have her grow a child so she was in no danger beyond the sex and after the hours of voyeurism, you had no thought she would want 'that' stopped anyhow. As you returned to your life, a final wicked impulse might have you allow a whisper from your lips to wish the bitch a good night. You would not necessarily ever know that while you had watched the wife for just the one day she was scheduled for a week of honeymoon and only the second day had finished.
Chapter 5
Michael had spent the evening behind the closed door of the spare bedroom. The white husband had a lot on his mind to think about while his two-day brides intermitted screams of pain and pleasure reached his ears. He did not have to worry about pulling any macho bullshit and trying to get to his wife's aid as she was quite convinced he was helpless bound and secured from any such intervention. The truth was quite the opposite.
Michael could not believe how well things were going. It was the cumulation of a lifetime obsession. Ever since the incident with his mother all those years before, Michael had lived to experience the humiliation himself and the niggers he hired had outperformed even his wildest expectations. The real payoff was his wife so easily falling under the spell of the black cock. Michael had always had the most mixed feelings involving his own mother but towards his 'wife', he focused on nothing but the lust he felt to being so utterly betrayed.
It might seem patiently unfair to have blamed the girl for it. She had fully intended to be nothing but the typical wife, loving and obeying and all that garbage. It was all the husband. It was all Michael. so how could he get away with thinking Lean the slut for just going with the inevitable? Sure they had treated her rude. She had been bitch slapped, pulled by the hair, used as a human toilet, and defiled right in front of her groom on her honeymoon. She had been forced into a sick ceremony that was a direct affront to the entire institution of her marriage itself. and yet. She liked it. Lean really, really liked it.
Who would have thought it? She had never been forced to be so open. She had never been ******* to such evil. It was bad enough to be *****, but these niggers had gone on and on as to how she was paying for poor Michael. Michael. She did worry so for him. She worried for herself. The niggers seamed to have to qualms about what they were doing. She knew she could end up dead but they were going on and on about breeding her. They even had stuck a needle in her ass and said it was some sort of animal fertility drug that had wild side effects in humans and almost guaranteed multiple pregnancies.
Michael had been so careful to schedule the wedding to fit her cycles. It seamed he had some romantic idea of a honeymoon conception. As Lean cuddled with Tyrone following the last fuck of the night and felt the cum to once more start to leak from her cunt, she could not help but wonder how Michael would handle his wife coloring the ****** name. One thing that she did know was that she would have the baby
God. Why did she think something so morbid? Why did she wonder just what punishments were in store for poor Michael and why did those thoughts confuse her so? What was she thinking? Lean could not even allow the words to form in her own mind but as she drifted off too sleep squeezed between the hard bodies of Deon and Mustafa it was strange that she had no intention of running off in the night.
End Of Chapter 5
It was a new day. Michael awoke first in his room. He would have to wait to be fetched by one of the boys. As Michael refastened his hand cuffs he could not help but allow himself a chuckle. It had been almost twenty hours since his wife had laid eyes on him. Twenty hours during which time she had been fucked and fucked and fucked again. Michael had originally intended to be present and forced to watch, but Tyrone had stuffed him in the bedroom. Michael had been annoyed at first but Tyrone said he saw something happening in Lean.
Tyrone had been made aware of all of Michael's special hopes and prayers and had persuaded the white man that Lean could be more fully indoctrinated into the world of nigger worship if she was allowed to perform guilt free. For Michael's ultimate desires to be fulfilled, it was vital for his wife to end up addicted to black cock so he had reluctantly consented to the nigger's change of plans. Now it was time to get back on track with a day of scheduled violence that should begin to really shape Lean's second conditioning; blame and disdain for her husband.
Deon fetched Michael, "Rise and shine toilet, I have to take a shit."
Michael's face turned whiter. He had told Tyrone that he did not want that again but how could he stop it in front of his wife without blowing his cover. "No. Let me go nigger."
Fuck Tyrone! Hadn't that coon told the kids. Michael felt the impotent rage as Deon pulled him to the middle of the floor where Lean could watch. "Keep that mouth open trash or I will beat your white ass. Time to show your 'ex' what a piece of shit she married. Isn't that right Mustafa."
Mustafa had Lean by the hair. "Tell your husband to open his mouth bitch or we do you next."
Michael looked at Tyrone but the nigger just stayed stone faced. What the fuck was going on?
"Better open Michael? You can't stop them. They will hurt you." Lean felt her face burn. Had she felt like this when they pissed on him? Why did she want to say more? God, it was hard not to cheer. Why was she so wickedly excited?"
"Say it like you mean it bitch or you get it too. Tell him what worthless shit he is. He likes this bitch. We are fucking going to strip his punk white ass and show you what a tiny white cock faggot white prison guard has. We are going to take our morning dumps and have him flush then punk him so you watch. How does that excite you bitch? You got choked now faggot boy gets it too. You know he deserves it. Go ahead. You know you want to. Just fucking do it or you get it too."
".yes. Open that nigger's toilet Michael, Feel that nigger put you in place you racist white trash worm. It is your fault. If you would have ever know that niggers were your lords then those bastards in jail would never have arranged this wedding present. I have been ruined. You are just so useless so just be a toilet. Be a fucking toilet."
Ouch. Michael felt his cock harden. Even though this ignorant nigger was about to screw up big time at least Michael got 'that'. Then her mouth was open again.
"Yes faggot. Feel your nigger lord sit on his throne. You are his. Don't close your mouth now. Oh, you sick fuck. Don't gag yet. Open those fucking crybaby eyes you pathetic white trash. Look at the black god on your fucking face. Oh-oh, oh-oh. You better flush. Flush you stupid toilet."
Deon climbed off, finished, just as Michael started to puke his guts out. The white man was in heaven. How could he be so aroused? The nigger had explicitly betrayed him and Tyrone had done nothing. Michael wanted to wonder what the game was but all he could focus on was the words from his wife. Were all his dreams to be realized?
"Hey Deon, get your nigger ass over here and hold this bitch while I take that toilet too."
Michael could not survive another one. He was not even done puking yet."
"Use the john, Mustafa. I am going to take white boy out and clean him in the lake so he can punk while we do breakfast. Get that bitch in front of the bacon again and see if she can get a matching burn on the right tit."
Michael wanted to say thank you as Tyrone took him by the hair and yanked him to his feet. Maybe the nigger just had forgot to tell young Deon until it was too late to have stopped the morning facilities? Michael expected to be uncuffed as they reached the lake but Tyrone just pushed him to his knees and put him face first into the cold mountain water.
".What the fuck."
"Someone might be looking."
"Stop it Tyrone. What the hell was that in the cabin."
"Hey! It worked."
"I don't fucking care nigger. You work for me."
"Yeah. well I'm not the one tied up am I."
"WHAT!?!"
"Nothing. Look, you paid me for a job and I'm gonna deliver. You heard the bitch last night and you heard her today. Once we get you presentable we are going take you back up and strip you so wifey gets a look at 'honey's' tiny little dick all excited by worshipping us superior niggers. That is the shit you want. That is the shit you are going to get. You have some white trash fantasy about paying the crimes when you slaved us, while yeah, it gonna be a kick to do an old fashioned whippin the other way round. You get it all just shut the fuck up cause I know who you really want in charge and what the fuck you gonna do anyhow. You screwed white boy but you wanted it so just get that punk white face in that fucking water so we can get it official."
Yeah you know what they say about watching what you wish for.
Michael was trying to get his thoughts in focus even as he was thrown back on the cabin floor. Deon and Mustafa were sitting at the table as Lean finished the bacon. "Owwww."
"I said be careful bitch, guess you got those matching tits after all," Deon laughed. "Hey cuz, Is that a fresh bruise gonna be on white boy's face."
"The punk got uppity so I had to bitch slap him, isn't that right, trash?"
"Yes." It was the life Michael had fantasized but like this? He wished he had a minuet to figure out the turn of events.
"Hey bitch serve up those plates so we can eat while hubby gets under the table."
"Nasty niggers. I guess everyone gets something in their mouths this morning." Lean couldn't believe she said that either. It sounded goofy but it make her weak kneed. God she hoped they made her say more.
Lean remembered the drill from day two only as she lap sat Tyrone and started feeding her lord, this time she was preoccupied by the action at the next seat.
Mustafa was pushed back from the table so as not to obscure the view. The kid was certainly not gay but then 'this' was not about 'that'. When Tyrone had explained the duties, the kid had thought it disgusting at first but when the ex-con had relayed the satisfaction of doing his white bitches in the joint, Mustafa had started to laugh. The nigger wanted to see for himself if it was true that white guys wanted 'it'.
Michael felt it.. The shame. The lust. Tyrone had used a knife on the tux, not bothering to remove the handcuffs. When Michael had been *******, his eyes met Lean's. Mustafa had ordered the new cuckold to bitch-crawl properly to his place. Tyrone had given him the appropriate slap across the back of the head to send the wimp to his duty. Now Michael heard them all as he had his first taste of nigger cock.
"Hey Mustafa, does bitch punk good?"
"You gonna know just as soon as I blow my load."
"Yeah while make the faggot swallow. I ain't into the messy shit with no white faggot."
"Hey Lean, what you say? Think he should swallow or should you get it in that little cunt for the baby."
"Oh no Deon. You nigger gods already got me bred proper. I was prime on my wedding night and I can feel it in me now. I was just going to ask if we had any pickles and ice cream." Everyone broke up as the new slut wife continued, "He wants it anyhow. The sick fuck has a hardon. Miiiiichaelllll, is faggot husband all turned on. I don't even think I would have seen that pathetic little cock if it was any smaller. Just drink your breakfast faggot."
.And so it went. Mustafa was services first and then Deon. By the time Michael kneeled submissively at the feet of Tyrone and began to worship his lord's cock, Lean was actively holding the head of her faggot husband and screaming for the piece of shit to love the big nigger cock. As Tyrone received his satisfaction and soaked Michael's face with his reward, both men knew that their destinies were forever set. All that was required was for time to reveal the rest of the story.
End of chapter 6
Note from the Author.
Sorry, I hoped to finish the story today but it is not going to happen. I appreciate all the feedback I have received from chapters 1-3. Some of the surprises in 4-6 were influenced by the requests. Too many cooks spoil the soup but I want to be the most interactive as possible and as always encourage any feedback you might have on this or any others of my stories at mkarl@mrdouble.com. My commitment is to respond to any and all who take the time to voice their thoughts. I will honor all requests possible and try to give you sneak previews of upcoming directions and/or sneak previews of unpublished works, so writing does have its privileges but please help me by being as expressive as you feel comfortable on what aspects of my stories you want more of or less of. I write first for myself but I publish for you.
I had sketched the Ultimate Setup as an open ended five chapter tale covering a seven day honeymoon but things are changing. It is quite obvious Michael was a bit of a fool and this Ultimate Setup has nabbed him as the true 'victim.' Just what the final fate for the ensnared husband will now be is a mystery to be explored next time but what can be expected is still known: -day 3 concludes with beatings for both lucky white bitches and sex for all. -days 4 and 5 see more of the same. -day 6, the beer seams to run out and a trip to town is in order. -day 7 is the end of the honeymoon but just who all end up at the new ******?
The story begs for more so expect a fourth installment as to the life as it continues. Maybe you might already know what happens to the young newlyweds. Send me a line as I am taking votes but until I see you again In The Ultimate Setup Volume III, I bid you farewell for now and encourage you to keep your eyes out for my new series of Child's Nightmares currently in production at your favorite story site.
