Little by little consciousness seeped back into the addled brain of Agent Barbara Darcy. She thought it must be afternoon. The night seemed so long ago; she didn’t remember much about it. She felt good - relaxed, languid, and ... satisfied. That was it; she recognized the feeling. She had been well fucked last night and was still totally sated. The man who had bedded her must have had a cock the size of a donkey and the stamina to match to do this kind of job on her, she reflected dreamily. She had never felt quite so zonked so many hours after a fuck. But where was she and what kind of man could fuck her so good as to make her blackout the last 10 12 hours. In fact, how long had it been? She realized she had no idea of the time. Deliberately, as if drugged, she attempted to look at her watch. Her right arm didn’t respond. With mild annoyance, she realized her hands and feet were bound to the bed with soft but strong bands.

Mild annoyance? Why wasn’t she incensed? Outraged? Could a night of even the best sex alter her normally take-charge personally? Could a man’s cock pounding her senseless -- even several times -- make her so docile? She had to reconstruct what had happened! Slowly it started coming back to her.

Barbara remembered sitting in the Agency van with her partner Carol Blake while waiting for the agreed time to make the arrest of black the drug kingpin, Mafuke Ungumo. It had been a strange, sexually charged conversation. The weird part began when Carol had asked if she didn’t sometimes tire of being tough domineering, especially with men. Particularly with men since most criminals were male.

“Not really,” she had said. “In fact I rather enjoy exercising power over men. It comes in handy in my sex life. I have Robert very well trained. I show him some tit or wiggle my ass art him, and he is incapable of saying no to anything I demand of him.” she laughed.

“That’s just it. Your pussy-whipped white boyfriend does only what you tell him to do, you already know you will enjoy it. He can never take you to places you don’t already know.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, don’t you think it would be fun to be submissive sometimes, let a powerful black man run you sex life, make you do things he wants you to do.”

“Not my cup of tea, or yours either, I thought,” Barbara said eyeing her partner strangely. Carol was infamous as a heartbreaker. None of her boyfriends lasted long and many were near suicidal when Carol -- inevitably -- tired of them and dumped them. But while the torrid affair lasted, Carol could keep a man very happy. Still, now that Barbara thought about it, Carol did seem more subdued lately, yet always smiling. Most unlike herself, she hadn’t been bragging about her latest conquest. Barbara and the other women working on the Agency’s secret project surmised that Carol was finally in love, but no one knew anything about the mystery man who seemed at last to have pulled the reins in on the wanton Miss Blake. Now she wondered if it was love. Barbara had heard rumors of white women who?went Black,? becoming totally submissive to their new lovers.

“Speaking of tea, have some more,” Carol said, refilling Barbara’s cup from a thermos. “It’ll soon be time to go get Ungumo. To bad he’s a narco kingpin. Have you seen him? He’s a Black God and built like a bull. Sometimes when I have him staked out, I wonder what it would be like to have him in me. I’ll bet he fucks good!”

“Carol! Don’t talk that way.” Barbara was not shushing Carol just on principle. In fact she had suddenly become aware of a kind of restlessness. Damn Carol! Her sexy talk about dominance and submission and being taken places she didn’t want to go had gotten her horny. Barbara wouldn’t admit it, but the fantasy of fucking Mafuke Ungumo was suddenly good enough that she felt a Familiar wetness in her pants. Usually, she juiced up like this only after some serious foreplay with a lover. How could Carol’s mindless chatter have turned her on like this?

“Why not?” Carol persisted. “Just because he’s the link to all the heroin coming from West Africa doesn’t mean he wouldn’t be awesome to bed.”

“Just shut up!” Barbara snapped. It was all she could do to keep her mind on the assignment and off of Mafuke Ungumo’s body which was, as Carol had said, “built like a bull.”

At the appointed time the two women were ringing the bell of Mafuke Ungumo’s luxurious apartment, financed with money from drugs, extortion and kidnapping. He didn’t have much longer to enjoy his ill-gotten wealth, Barbara though.

“Mafuke Ungumo?” Barbara asked according to formula. “I am placing you under arrest. We have a warrant.” Barbara stated firmly.

“A warrant? How unnecessary. I am always happy to receive a visit from two such lovely law officers. Please come in.” the smiling black man replied.

Why did Ungumo seem so un-surprised and unconcerned? If he had been tipped of the arrest, he could have escaped, Barbara thought. Puzzled by his reaction and disturbed by her own reaction to the most powerfully masculine man Barbara had ever seen, she stumbled through the recitation of rights. “You have the right to remain silent...”

Mafuke just stood smiling at Barbara, no almost leering at her until she finished. “That’s nice, but don’t I have any other rights?” he grinned. “Like the right to be body searched by a beautiful policewoman?”

“Oh, he’s right, Barbara. Better search him for hidden weapons,” Carol blurted out.

“Don’t be ridiculous!” Barbara said. A body search was against procedures and Carol knew it, but the thought of running her hands over the hard black body of Mafuke Ungumo suddenly seemed too wicked to dismiss. Mafuke immediately leaned against the wall supported by his upraised hands in a most obliging manner, clearly liking the idea. “Go ahead, Barbara. Look, at his package! It turns him on!” Barbara hesitated, but the opportunity to run her hands over his powerfully muscled body was too good to pass up. She frisked her hands up and down his torso and then bent to feel his powerfully muscled legs, allowing her hands to go all the way up to his crotch. Mafuke moaned softly as Barbara “accidentally” brushed his genitals.

“He has a big bulge there in front, below his belt. You’d better drop his pants to check that out, Barbara. It could be something dangerous,” Carol giggled. Barbara’s heart was pounding. She realized that it was indeed ‘something dangerous’ and she knew better than to let Carol goad her into doing something foolish. But she was so turned on ... she did it anyway.

“Drop your pants, Ungumo” she ordered. Mafuke complied with haste. When he proceeded to let his briefs fall to the floor as well, Barbara gasped. He really was hung like a horse. Never had she seen such a cock: long thick and very black. She fought the desire to take Mafuke’s rapidly hardening cock in her hands ... and lost.

“Oh, baby” Mafuke moaned. “You do know how to handle a black man!”

“Look at that erection, Barbara. You’ve got him aroused! Don’t you want that cock in you? I’ll bet you could fuck him and make him confess to everything. Go on!”

Barbara could not understand why she was so horny, why she was following Carol’s outrageous suggestions, but she was. She and Carol led the unresisting man into the bedroom and ordered him to lie down. Barbara was paralyzed by the sight of his huge erect cock point up at her.

“Go on, mount him.” Carol said. I’ll help you out of your clothes. Mafuke grinned up at Barbara as Carol quickly stripped her partner. As Carol finished pulling down Barbara’s panties, she ran a hand into Barbara’s pussy. “Oh, baby, you’re so wet. You need a good fuck. Get on and to give that big black cock a ride!” Carol took Barbara’s hand and guided the now rutting partner to the black criminal’s bed.

Barbara tried to be rational in spite of the almost insane urge to impale herself. She would ride Mafuke to a long slow orgasm, the way she did Robert when she wanted to fuck him senseless. Carol was right. She would be on top, in control. Once Mafuke had come, she could do what she wanted with him. But almost as soon as she felt the criminal’s hard black cock slide up deep within her, she realized her plan wasn’t working. An orgasm started to build up in her that made it hard to think. “Slow down. Slow down,” she told to her self, but her hips had other ideas. Fighting her overpowering arousal, she began to loose control. Moaning, she felt her orgasm approach and began to bounce wildly up and down to hasten it.

Suddenly she felt Mafuke’s powerful hands clamp onto her hips and plant her firmly against his loins. Barbara struggled, but couldn’t get enough friction against her clit to keep the orgasm building. She cried out in frustration. Stuffed but immobilized, she couldn’t continue to fuck him. She wanted to fuck him; she needed to fuck him!

“Slow down, woman,” Mafuke said in an infuriatingly calm and taunting voice. “I think you’re way too excited to be doing the fucking. I’d better take over. I know how to make it a lot more fun for both of us!” And before she could do anything, Mafuke had removed his cock and flipped the helpless law officer onto her back. For a moment she was stunned by the loss, but then she realized what had happened and started to struggle.

“You’re not going anywhere darling,” Mafuke said and inserted three fingers that made her boil anew with lust.

“Oh you like this, don’t you Ms Cop Woman?” He grinned as Barbara efforts to escape only resulted in her thrusting up against his fingers. Soon her struggles were replaced by the writhings of a woman on the brink of orgasm “You’re so horny you’re going to come for Mafuke, aren’t you?” And with a flick of a finger against her clit the criminal stud brought Barbara to a mind-shattering orgasm. She couldn’t think, couldn’t move as wave after wave of ecstasy poured into her fevered brain.

“Nice, huh? Mafuke finger fucks hot white sluts real good!” he taunted. “Well then let’s take you on another kind of little ride!” Before she could recover from the first one, his magic fingers brought a second orgasm boiling up between Barbara’s legs. Heart beating wildly, gasping, the woman screamed and thrashed as Mafuke forced her to climax again.

Barbara wasn’t thinking very well now although his fingers slowed to allow her to breathe, to come down slightly from the back-to-back orgasms. He continued to play with her sex slowly, keeping her at a simmer. “Damn, you’re a messy bitch,” he smirked, “Every time I get you off, you leak girl juice all over my nice clean sheets. I guess I’m going to have to stop diddling you, not let you come again, OK?” he asked, not varying his rhythm.

She wanted that lazy manipulation her pussy to go on forever. Barbara could only moan and shake her head ‘no.’

“No? What’s wrong? Does a little white slut like you need to come and come again. Well, then, I’ll just have stuff something up your soppy cunt to keep all your juice from running out. What do you think I should use to plug you?”

Barbara couldn’t believe what she heard or what she replied, “Your cock, please. Put your cock in me!”

“My cock? My black cock? Excellent idea. And where does the horny Cop Woman want Mafuke to put his cock?”

“In me, you bastard. Plug it in my pussy!” she gasped.

“Like THIS?” he asked as he thrust his nine-inch ebony pole into Barbara’s waiting slit.

“Ahhhhiiiiii!” the impaled policewoman wailed as her pussy was suddenly penetrated and filled by Mafuke’s massive love tool. Instantly yet another orgasm cascaded over the devastated lawwoman ... Grinning with satisfaction at dominating the horny cop, the black man began to methodically ram his cock into her gushing cunt.

“And now that I’m in you, what do you want me to do?” the smiling drug lord whispered.

“Fuck me! Ohhhh yes! Fuck me,” she pleaded, totally out of control as another and another climax washed over her. “Please fuck me!” she writhed until she felt Mafuke’s huge member slid in and out of her. He was in no hurry. He fucked the white woman methodically, accelerating at times to make her scream with ecstasy, then slowing down to prolong her pleasure, using his black cock to make her crazy. Barbara was delirious when she at last felt Mafuke’s orgasm begin as well. A banshee shriek reverberated in the apartment as Mafuke unloaded his sperm into the helpless policewoman’s cunt. As she felt his hot jism bathe her womb, a final cataclysmic orgasm hit her like the narcotics her violator sold. The Agency’s top drug fighter sank into unconscious bliss.

That was the last clear memory Barbara had, but she was pretty sure that Mafuke had roused her several more times that night with tender kisses of her nipples and gentle fondling of her sex until he could hump her again. God! It made her horny again just to think about it. She supposed Mafuke had tied her to the bed after the last pummeling. She had been so completely knocked out by his fucking she never knew a thing.

“Well, how are you feeling this afternoon, Barbara?” Her reverie was broken by the appearance of Carol at the foot of the bed.

“Carol! God, am I glad to see you. What happened?

“Don’t you remember, honey?? she chuckled.?You thought you could overpower Mafuke Ungumo with sex, silly, but a black stud like him is too much for any woman. I guess he sort of turned the tables. You were so hot that once his marvelous black cock was in your pussy, you lost it, baby. He made you come so many times you passed out!

“Awful! Anyway, untie me. Let’s get out of here.!”

“We can’t let you leave so soon. That would spoil the fun.”

“‘WE?’ Carol!” Barbara’s eyes grew wide with horror.

“Of course I work for Mafuke. How else do you think we got you here? He sent one of the posse to make me one of his girls. Looks like he intends to do you personally.”

“Carol, don’t say that. You’ve got to help me escape here.”

“You can’t escape, honey. Besides, why would you want to? You need round the clock sex. No one but Mafuke can see that you get it.”

“Round the clock sex?”

“Yes. While you were still unconscious from letting Mafuke fuck your brains out, a doctor came this morning and implanted a testosterone capsule under your arm. The hormone diffuses steadily into the bloodstream; it will keep you constantly horny as long as you’re here. Mafuke will come to you every day and give you relief, but not without a price.”

“A price?”

“For you, a very high price, the gradual loss of your free will,” Carol smiled cruelly.

“Impossible!”

“Not at all. That’s how they enslaved me. I had gone to a bar one night after getting off duty, looking for a little action when I started to feel really raunchy. I found out later the bartender had been bribed to spike my drink with testosterone and tranquilizers, as I did your tea last night. In just a few minutes I was sitting there wetting my pants. When Femi, one of Mafuke’s hunky black goons came up to me, I was ready for anything. He had hardly begun to chat me up when I felt his hand under my skirt. I knew I should have pushed him away, but it felt too damned good. As he stealthily walked his big black fingers up towards my crotch I might still have been able to stop him, but I just closed my eyes and hoped he would go all the way.”