Two days had passed since the Chief had fucked me and I had spent most of it in bed. Inside I felt an intense pain as my body slowly healed from the experience and unsurprisingly I had at times bled, but I was recovering and I still craved being taken by horny black men so I knew that I was not completely broken.

LK, unable to use me in his hours of need, had taken to working his way round the village. Every woman was eager to find out if they were capable of taking the Chief and knowing that LK was not much smaller they all wanted to test their abilities first. There was one girl in particular who was desperate to spend time with him. Before he had left over ten years before, she had been his regular slut and now that he was back she wanted to pick up where he had left off. Unfortunately, for LK he was blind to her real hopes, and he had ploughed her at every opportunity she had given him. I did not blame him really, while she was a BBW these days with a rounded belly and a huge ass, she had massive breasts and a smooth pussy that took every drop of his cum.

So as I lay there, recovering, she came to see me. Waddling into the room, she was naked but for the belt that a village slut wore and smelt of sex. I wondered if it had been LK who she had been with, but I had heard that with her there was no way of knowing. Since LK had left she had taken at least two guys a day, every day and while her time as the official village slut was well passed, she had continued with the lifestyle.

“I have come to check on whether your cunt will ever work again,” she said without any desire for politeness or to check on my actual welfare.

“It will,” I replied.

“Hmm, that would be disappointing as I think LK and I would make a great couple.”

“You would,” I had to concede given that she was the only woman I had ever met who I could think of as being as slutty as me. “However, I will heal, and LK will marry me, and I will complete the marriage ritual.”

The woman laughed, “you do realise that it is very degrading and only a true slut can put herself through it, I mean, do you even know what is involved?”

“I don’t, as you know I do not as it has been deliberately kept from me, as with all brides because you must pass the test without training or mental preparation, but I completed the slut tests, the first white woman to do so.”

“You completed the tests in a country where there are less black people than white people, the options to test you were… limited.” The woman sneered as she suggested my slut tests were somehow imperfect.

“But I took the Chief.”

“And I take him once a month, and I don’t spend time in bed recovering afterwards.”

She had a point, but I was certain that next time I would be able to take the Chief without needing time to recover as well. “What about the first time you took him?”

A scowl crossed her lips and turning sharply on her heels, she walked out of the door as her considerable ass wobbled behind.

Alone again, I determined to get out of bed and start the next stage of my recovery. Slowly, carefully, I rose, the pit of my stomach still feeling tender as I moved. Then, pulling the blanket from the bed, I wrapped it around my body and stepped out of the room and into the communal space of the house I had shared with Bonnie since my arrival.

The sight that greeted me as I passed through the doorway made me stop in my tracks. On the large sofa that sat in the middle of the room, my eyes were drawn to the sight of Bonnie’s large, black, breasts bouncing up and down as she rode a man who was sitting beneath her. “Oh, sorry,” I was apologising needlessly in the circumstances, but I was not feeling right so it seemed the correct thing to do.

Bonnie stopped, leaned back slightly and brushed her hair back with both hands, “you don’t need to apologise, are you feeling better?”

“Yes, though it would have been nice if you had stopped that fat bitch from coming to see me.”

“Umm, yeah, sorry, I didn’t notice, I was a bit, distracted.”

I nodded in understanding, “I can see, it’s not your boyfriend and it’s not LK though?” While I could only see the top of his head, the long dreadlocks were not in keeping with the style of either of our lovers.

“Ahh, yes, they have gone into the city, I take it I have never mentioned Adonis before?”

“Adonis?” The name made me wonder if he would live up to it and so slowly, I edged around the room to get a better look.

“Yeah, Adonis has just arrived back for the wedding, and we are catching up, he was the one who took my virginity.”

“I see,” I commented as I got a better view of him and as his name suggested, he was an Adonis with huge muscles that seemed to grow out of every part of his body. Other than LK he was the first man I had seen in two days and even then, LK had been at least partly dressed.

“Yeah, he lives abroad, has a wife and kids and everything and pretends that the world of his youth is nothing like this.”

“Nothing like this?”

“Nope, he tells everyone that it is still earth huts, living in tribes and raising cows.”

By now, I was starting to feel horny and up to trying my first dick in two days so I tuned Bonnie out and instead stepped in closer. “Move,” I said to her, putting out an arm to help nudge her to one side.

Bonnie, shifted as requested until she was sitting on the side of the sofa naked as she craned back in to kiss Adonis on the lips. Opening my legs, I moved over him, “I’m still sore, so take care,” I begged as I lowered myself carefully onto his large cock.

Adonis was not small, and over the years, I had taken far larger, but it still felt amazing to feel him enter me. Placing my hands on his muscular chest, I eased myself back and fore as his length slid in and out of me.

Surprisingly, it did not hurt as much as I thought it would and the soreness that I had experienced when I had first got up started to ease off. Feeling encouraged, I picked up the pace, my wet pussy sliding easily over his strong, black, erection.

To the side of me, Bonnie sat back and started to play with herself as she watched. By Bonnie moving out of the way, it allowed me to kiss Adonis and leaning forward so that our lips could touch, I did so passionately.

Adonis was turning out to be an amazing guy to get back into the saddle with and I was enjoying his cock immensely when suddenly, I felt him tense up as he shot a thick stream of cum into me.

The cum seemed to soothe my body even more and as I slid from his lap, he gave out a loud shout.

“What’s the matter?” I asked as I cuddled up with Bonnie who was now on the edge of her own orgasm.

“I have fucked white girls before, girls who claim to be eager for black men, but I have never been with one like you.”

“Like me?” I asked, pretending to be all innocent as I slid two fingers into Bonnie’s hole.

“Yeah, I know you are marrying LK but…” he paused, and I was not certain if he was looking for the right words or just too embarrassed to say. “From all that I have heard, and what I just experienced…” he froze again, and I opened my legs so that he could see his cum leaking out. “I have never seen a white woman take black cock so passionately, it’s like, you don’t just want to be used by black men, it’s like you want to be enslaved by all black men.”

The idea touched something deep in my brain, “I’m ready to get married,” I said excitedly as Bonnie came onto my hand.

“Really? What about the healing?”

I smiled at the care and concern for someone who only seconds earlier was being described as a slave, “it is done, I am ready.”

“Then the ritual will start now.”

Squeezing past me, Bonnie rose to her feet before offering her hand to me. “Come on, we need to do the first ritual.”

Leading me by the hand, Bonnie guided me over to the single men’s compound where I knew LK had been living in since we had arrived. Taking me inside, I was guided into a large bedroom which I immediately realised smelt of my fiancé.

“This is LK’s room?” I asked nervously.

“Yes, the first ritual takes place in here.”

“Having sex with the man I am going to marry is not much of a ritual.”

“That’s not what is going to happen,” Bonnie replied as she led me over to the far wall. “Stand here,” she said, turning me around so that I was backed up against the wall.

I willingly did as Bonnie commanded and watched as she attached my wrists and ankles to leather cuffs which dangled from chains on the wall. Attached, Bonnie reached for a long chain that hung near by and pulled on it, as my own chains tightened, and I found myself secured against the wall. Finally, Bonnie picked up a ball gag and placed it into my mouth, before securing it behind my head.

Secured, and unable to say anything, I wondered what would happen next when I saw LK enter the room. “Ahh, the time has come?” he asked and as I watched, I saw Bonnie walk towards him until LK was able to take hold of her, his hand brushing over her naked breast. “You want to be the first then?”

“Yes,” Bonnie replied before raising her head so that LK could kiss her.

It did not last as long as I thought it would, but seeing LK fucking another woman was still an intense and surprisingly unusual experience for me. She came hard on his cock, at least twice before he finally felt the need to release, his cock pumping a thick wad of cum deep into my friend’s cunt.

As Bonnie rose from the bed, her body now full of my fiance’s cum she smiled at me. “I reckon you are the only white slut who could cope with this man as a husband,” she said, “I’ll see you in a few hours either way,” and with that she walked from the room, the door clicking shut behind her as she left. Left alone with LK, he looked at me from the bed, then lying back he closed his eyes and I realised that he was going to sleep.

I was not sure how long I had been trapped, LK sleeping, when I heard a knock at the door and a moment later it burst open. The noise woke my lover, and he watched the door with a grin as a short, curvy woman waddled into the room. She stared at me with a scowl on her face, “you really want to marry that thing when you could marry me?”

LK watched her, heavy breasts jiggle as she moved further into the room, “you get to have the ultimate revenge on her though.” The scowl on her face turned to one of pleasure as she processed what LK was suggesting.

“Oh yes, she has to watch as you take a real slut instead of a cheap white whore like her.”

As I watched, she struggled to climb onto the bed, her large ass almost pulling her back off and onto the floor but eventually she made it. She crawled towards LK, before rising up on her knees, “over 4000 men have fucked this slut, but you are still the best cock I have ever taken.”

LK grinned from where he lay on the bed and reaching up, he slipped a finger between her legs. “There is something particularly magical about a proper fat slag,” he mumbled as he took one of her huge nipples into his mouth.

“Especially when that slag would open her legs for pretty much anything,” the woman replied.

I have to admit, despite her size, she was still an incredible fuck who allowed LK to do pretty much anything he wanted. Her ass, her pussy and her mouth all opened eagerly for LK as he ploughed into her well used body.

Finally, when LK had finished, they lay together on the bed light long separated lovers making up for time lost. “Are you coming to the wedding?” LK asked, his voice sounding almost disappointed in the idea that his ex-lover might not.

“Nah, I don’t want to see you marry some white trash, so I’ve arranged a little party for me and a few of my regulars.”

“That’s a pity, it would have been good to have you one more time before the wedding.”

“Hah!” the woman screamed, rolling off the bed, “you don’t deserve me one more time.” Turning on her heels, the woman made a point of wobbling her huge backside before storming from the room.

LK looked at me, helpless as I was in my restraints, as a smirk crossed his face. “Are you laughing at me because I am trapped and helpless or because you have enjoyed yourself so much?” I thought to myself as I watched his reaction.

“Both, and there’s still more to come,” I imagined him replying as he turned his attention away from me again.

There was another knock at the door and this time a man walked in, “honourable Groom,” the man commented as he bowed to LK. “The time has come for you to take a virgin for yourself, to claim her body before she begins the training of a village slut.”

LK nodded in acceptance of the situation, “please, bring them in.”

As I watched, three young women walked into the room. Unsurprisingly the first two were black women, picked from the local population and eager to commit to the needs of the community. The third one though, caused my heart to beat faster. Just as young and slim as the other two, though with slightly larger boobs, the thing that most caught my attention was the pale white skin.

“A white girl?” LK asked surprised.

“Yes, with the success of your wife to be, we have decided to explore new ideas within the community.”

Approaching her slowly, a smile grew on LK’s face, “and she truly is a virgin, never had a cock, never been blacked?”

“Of course.”

Studying her face, the mop of curly ginger hair that covered her head, and the extremely pale skin. His eyes then cast down, over her perfectly formed boobs and further down still to her freshly smooth pussy.

“She will do,” LK said with a smile as he took her by the hand and guided her away from the other two virgins.

“As you wish,” the man said with a bow as he guided the other two virgins from the room.

Looking at me, a nervous smile on her face, I noticed that the girl’s hands were shaking slightly. Thankfully, my fiancé realised this and brought her close to me, until her face was level with mine, my mouth by her ear. Reaching up, LK removed the ball gag for a moment. “You can take it,” I whispered, “you just need to relax and believe.”

“But won’t it hurt?”

“Yes, but the pain goes away and the pleasure of such a cock deep inside you will trump any difficulty you have, I promise.”

The girl nodded and as she pulled away, I could see that she looked more confident already. Putting my ball gag back in place, I continued to watch as LK pulled her the girl onto the bed, guiding her to lie down with him so that they could kiss. The girl relaxed into his warm embrace and moments later, as he guided her hand down towards his perfect cock, there was only a small amount of resistance.

She soon warmed to the task in hand, sliding her thin fingers up and down LK’s dick as her mouth slowly migrated down his body, kissing his skin as it went. There was no chance of her being able to take him into her throat on the first blowjob, but she was happy to swing her hips around so that the two of them lay together, each tonguing and nibbling the others sex.

LK understood the importance of making sure the girl enjoyed herself and carefully, he worked at her until eventually she gave a little shriek as she came on his face. Turning his head to face me, his face glistening, LK grinned and I realised that the time had come for the girl to be truly taken.

Guiding her, LK lay her down on the bed, her legs open as he positioned himself between them. Just the touch of the head of his cock made her gasp, but she did not shy from the situation and as LK pushed himself into her, she willingly took it.

The sex was slow and sensual, LK slowly using his tool to open the girl up until she was able to take over half of his length. She kissed him passionately in return, any signs of pain from the penetration rapidly being overtaken by groans of pleasure.

LK was still fucking his new white girl when the door opened unexpectedly. Bonnie walked in, and taking a moment, watched LK going about his business. “There’s a girl after your own heart there, Jess,” Bonnie said as she glanced between my restrained body and that of the young white girl who was currently being blacked by my fiancé.

“Mmm,” I replied as a reminder to Bonnie that I was still gagged.

“Oh yeah,” my slutty friend said and stepping away from the bed she approached me and pulled the gag from my mouth. I stretched my jaw a couple of times as I watched Bonnie remove my other restraints.

“What’s going on,” I asked as my right hand suddenly came free.

“Time for you to get ready for the wedding,” Bonnie replied, “LK will finish up with his new friend first.”

Leading me by the hand, Bonnie guided me back over to the room that I had been staying in. “Take a shower, and then I will be ready with your outfit,” Bonnie commanded with a smile.

I did as I was told and disappeared into the bathroom, where I luxuriated under the water for far longer than I should have. When I returned, Bonnie was naked but for a pink belt that was tied around her waist. “You’re dressed as a village slut?”

“Yes, the village sluts are responsible for delivering you to your marriage, and as I was once one, I am entitled to return to being one for a friend’s wedding.”

“So you deliver me?”

“Yes.”

“And then what happens?”

“As part of the post wedding celebrations, the village sluts are available to all of the guests.”

“An orgy then?”

“Oh yes,” Bonnie replied, her face breaking into a grin, “more cock than you could ever imagine. Now, shall we get you dressed?”

Nodding my head in agreement, I watched as Bonnie revealed the outfit that had been selected for me. White in colour, it was a two-piece outfit that as I pulled it over my body, I realised was made of a fine mesh that made it see through.

I pulled it on and admired how it clung to my curves. “How many people are coming to this wedding?”

“Oh, about a thousand,” Bonnie replied with a wicked grin.

Placing a veil on top of my head, Bonnie kissed me on the lips before drawing the hem down over my face. Then, taking me by the hand she guided me out of my room and through the village towards a large hall which occupied a large part of the far end of the site. “Here we go,” she said as we approached, “now we see just how much of a slut you really are.”

As we passed through the door into the hall, I stopped to admire my look in the mirror. The veil was thick and obscured my face well, but below my heavy breasts jiggled inside the mesh crop top that held them as my nipples poked out between the material. Further down, the tiny skirt did very little to hide my smooth pussy which I knew was wet and ready, even without touching it.

“Ready?” Bonnie asked me and I nodded in acceptance of the fact that I would be unable to change anything that was about to happen.

The door opened into the main room, a large hall filled with people and as music started to play, Bonnie waved me forward and into the room. There was an obvious path towards the front, a wide aisle flanked on both sides by men and women. Every face and body black in contrast to my still pale, white skin.

I walked between the guests, their comments reaching my ears as I passed by. On more than one occasion, a voice would express a desire to fuck me, to take me and to use me. Some of those present had obviously travelled from even more rural areas than the wedding venue, “I’ve never seen a white person before, other than on television,” said one voice and I glanced towards the speaker. A tall, thin, black man whose skin was so dark it seemed to swallow all of the light around it, and I wondered just how heavy a cummer he would be.

Reaching the front I found LK, standing naked next to the man who was going to guide the service. Every woman within eyesight seemed to be staring at his enormous, member as it swayed gently between his legs.

He smiled at me as his eyes drunk in the sight of my displayed body. “You OK,” he mouthed, and I nodded my heady slightly in reply.

“Welcome,” the man who was leading the ceremony said. “I welcome you all to this sluts wedding, a marriage between LK and his fiancé Jess.”

There was a murmur of approval behind me followed by the sound of a thousand people taking their seats. “Jess, is the first white woman to complete our trials, to prove that she is worthy of our society, and now she will enter into marriage as a slut wife with LK.”

The man turned his attention to LK, “do you take Jess to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold and to use as you please?”

LK glanced at me for a moment and then with a smile replied, “yes I do.”

Then, turning to me the man grinned as if his mind filled with kinky thoughts as he spoke, “do you Jess, agree to submit to LK, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love, honour and obey, and to be fucked as he pleases.”

Biting my lip under my veil, “I do,” I replied just loud enough for the man to hear.

“Then I know pronounce you husband and slut wife, congratulations LK, you now own your bride.”

Reaching out, LK lifted my veil to expose my face and then, pulling me in close so that I rubbed against his cock he kissed me. “I have one more test for you,” he said as his hands roamed over my body.

“Yes Sir,” I replied, understanding in the moment that I sexually belonged to him.

Using his hands, he pulled my clothes from my body until I stood naked alongside him, then, turning me in his hands I found myself facing the man who had led the service. A man who now watched me with lust in his eyes as his hand wanked his large cock. I found myself being guided onto my knees, as the now hard tool was pushed between my lips.

It was a tasty cock and I devoured it greedily for a moment before, realising that I was now surrounded by horny men. Every man, who was present, each with a hard cock that wanted to pump cum into me and then I understood what LK was giving me as a wedding present. Over 500 black men who wanted to fuck the ultimate white slut, it was going to exhaust me, it was going to hurt, but I was going to take every one of them and I would love it.

 

Find out what happened in the final installment of The Rugger Whore