Forced into a ghetto whore - Chapter 2

Natasha awoke, slowly and confused, in a room that she didn't know. It was a damp, dark room ; she felt the stench first, then tried to move, but she couldn't. She was lying on a bed, and when she tried to sit up and stand, she found herself immobilized. His wrists had been taped together and tied high to the bedpost, and each of her feet had been tied to two feet apart to the word bedposts.
She wasn't alone, of course. She pulled, trying to strain in the bindings, but couldn't do it. She groaned, and then she grew aware at the same time of the pain between her legs, that she instantly understood were spread open and naked, and of the presence of the two guys sitting in front of division just before the bed. One of the two turned his balding head and said "Hey, the whore's awake now", and the other "it was about time now."
One of the two said "Well, did you finally awoke, whore" and she felt uncomfortably wet and cool between her legs, her pussy suddenly aching, and she was sure the wetness wasn't from pleasure. Her mind began to register the situation, and, in deepening horror, she understood that the two men had raped her while she was unconscious. And they were Black! God, she hated Blacks. No, more than hate, it was fear and disgust. In Russia, there were no niggers. She had been used to think of them as subhuman because it was fashionable to say so between her American, German and Swedish top-model colleagues. God, it was appalling, she thought, and felt even more humiliated to have her legs helplessly spread open that way, their leering eyes being now fixed at her exposed cunt.
The two black men came near the bed. She didn't know them, she had never seen them before, were apparently much older than she was, around 40 years of age, both heavy-bellied and still muscle-bound¸ both had the flat large face with the thick lips and all the feature of proper African people.
"Well, it's good you're awake", the first resumed, "as you're just a good piece of a whore, and we were waiting for you to awake, because we want to play with you again." Saying that, they freed her wrists and ankles from the bedposts, then they dragged her down the bed and back on her feet, making her walk to the center of the room, then they turned the lights on.
The room she was into was absolutely filthy, it was probably a part of a large, decrepit flat in housing project, and was hopelessly dirty and foul-smelling. The large, maybe three-places bed where she was before had a large wrought-iron bedpost, so they could tie her more easily ; on the other part of the large room there was, at several feet from the bed, a table, a large expensive television set with a video recorder and a lot of cassettes ; a tape was playing on the video, and it was a very hard-core tape, of course. It was the sleaziest room she had ever been, and she felt desperate just thinking that she was helplessly prisoner there, in the hands of those two Black brutes.
Natasha was wearing just her white garter belt and the black nylon stockings, nothing else. Sperm dripped down her cunt as she was on her feet, and one of the two blacks gave her a Kleenex to have her clean that mass of cum.
She was allowed to go at the bathroom for moment, so she could piss and comb her hair. When she asked to wash, she was told that she couldn't and they dragged her out. Her legs were numb, and she could barely stand on her feet.
But this was nothing, compared to the stinging pain she was feeling between her legs; it was like a train had passed there, and, when she tried to touch there with her right hand again, she found another glob of stinking sperm oozing out, and some blood too. Touching her clit made her spasm; they had raped her, of course, hard, battering her pussy for good. She couldn't believe it was true. It had to be a nightmare.
They were brutal and lewd. As she was out of the bathroom, they gave her a bright red lipstick and she had to apply it on her full, red lips, making them look like a real whore's. She was really scared, alone again with the two black men.
Before she could think what they would do to her now, one of the two gave her two small clothing items. "Put them on now, whore" She looked in despair at the two minuscule pieces of yellow cheap elastic tissue.
"Put them all on", the man barked, and she obeyed. it didn't take long because them it was just as small tank top, two sizes too small for her tits, and a very short skirt that couldn't cover the garter belt she was wearing.
The tight tank top bulged, stretched by the huge mass of tender flesh of her large white jugs ; her tits were enhanced by the compression of the tissue, looking like huge melons, and the yellow color of the tank top made them look ever larger than they actually where. The skirt wrapped on the other hand the round ass cheeks, in a very obscene way, just enhancing the curves of her ass for good.
As soon as she had got to the two items on, one of the two went behind her and bound her wrists together behind her back with duct tape. This made her jugs bounce forward, stretching the yellow tissue even more ; the nipples, pinched and squeezed during the previous rape and fully extended, were imprinted in the fabric. One of the two men said "That's a nice whore" again and the other man, passing his large black hands on her jugs, said "Yes, nice big titties...".
The other one added "She'll be very good for the boys, they just need this sort of cow." They laughed coarsely.
What where they talking about? Will they do her another rape, will not they ? She felt like she could not bear any of it anymore, but of course she had no voice there, she couldn't decide anything, she was just an object. She began to cry again.
One of the two man said "Legs aren't bad too", and cupped her pussy. They were both naked from the waist below, and had their huge cocks getting erect once again, she didn't dare to look down. She knew that they were ready..
The nigger that was cupping her naked pussy said "It will be some good training for our kids, my friend, this is just the right kind of whore to do it". Shivering, she felt his rough, dirty hands sliding on her tender, pain-stricken flesh, pressing and groping all of it. She was crying silently, tears rolling down her puffy cheeks.
"Please, do not. Do not do it again, please. What have I done?."
"Shut up, whore!" Johnny said, slapping her hard her prisoner.
"Yes, of course", the other said laughing, "and I think they will enjoy it is, she is exactly the kind of white whore they're always dreaming of... and they can have it for free. I can tell you, you're a good father!"
Natasha, now shivering in fear for what could come next, was forced back on her knees, her hands always tied behind their back, and her head was tied to the bedpost. Now her head was forced to stay erect, just at the height of the man's crotch. He couldn't turn her head; her eyes were snapped open, in fear. The first nigger's huge cock, hard again, was pointing straight at her face. Natasha had never seen such a huge cock, had never imagined one so black and hard, and had never stared at a man's genitals from such a lowly position, from so close. It was clear that her mouth was to be their next target.
And yes, of course it began again ; one of the two began immediately to stroke his cock in front of their horrified face.
"Now, whore, we're not really going to fuck you again, we have done it all already. We are just willing to take a little family fun while training all our kids and friends, you know ? Those poor kids dream of pussy, but can't get any, now. And they especially dream of white, blonde pussy... Hell, my son has just had his 15th birthday, and you will be his mother ship. You are perfect for the job."
The other one was calling someone else at the telephone, then he dropped the phone down and said "They shall be coming in a few minutes, there will be just all here, coming with Amos."
Her lips, meanwhile, had been spread wide by the huge black cock of the first black man, and he began to pump his cock in and out of her mouth. She couldn't do anything but let him fuck her face as much has he would like to. He ordered "Suck it hard, whore", but she wouldn't, because she was simply too disgusted. He bent over her, his cock popping out off her mouth, and then, suddenly, he slapped her. Hard, in her pretty face. The slap was so hard that her head bounced against the bedpost behind her and saw stars, then it was another slap and again her head bounced on the bedpost. He said, harshly, "I've told you to suck it, whore, for good, and it's better you obey to what I say. Clear?"
He continued to fuck her mouth again, and didn't pull out not even when the door bell rang. Natasha heard some childish voices after the ring of the bell, then the man shot another huge load of cum in her mouth, and she had better try to swallow it all, before she could choke. Some of it dribbled down her chin, anyway
The nigger had just retired his dripping cock from her mouth, when the door opened and several people began to enter the room.
They were all kids, all black kids, noisy, no one older than 15 years old , all of them as black as coal, and she learned quickly that the first was the leader, and he said to the man who had just flooded Natasha's mouth "Hi, Old Man.".
The man answered "It was about time you came with your friends."
There sat down, occupying all the 7 or 8 seats available with wide open smiles, looking at the bound white beauty. Natasha looked, appalled, at all the kids there ; they where all staring at her, at her face or at her half-naked body, and she knew what they were thinking, what they were preparing for her.
The name of the Black man that had just structured her trap was Johnny. "Hi kids , I am happy you're here down , it's a good way to spend Saturday evening off the streets." They all laughed at the easy joke.
Her outstretched tank top is where they are all staring, Her main attraction, for them were her huge tits. In fact, being so young, most of them haven't ever got to the point of touching some of their girlfriends tits, and the idea of putting their hands on those huge melons is something special for them. Moreover, such a couple of tits was being offered them by a beautiful young blonde girl, exactly the kind of beautiful girl that they could only dream off, probably only in TV movies or in porn movies, nothing more
John untied her head, still leaving her wrists behind her back, and dragged her up on her feet ; then, she was introduced to the assembled kids.
"This here is your Dad and Uncle John's way to give you your sexual education. You know, this evening it's a kind of fuck school, exactly as my father did to me many years ago. God, it was so good. Do you like the teacher ? Or, might I tell, the proving-grounds?"
Lewd names and screams and cat-calls followed. "Well, she's not exactly the teacher... she's more the workbench." Laughter again, Natasha felt the painful humiliation. Those kids may not know anything about love and normal sex, but the nigger there was teaching here mass-rape, now, and she was their target. She could see that they couldn't wait a moment to put their hands on her.
Natasha on the other hand was absolutely appalled. They were all very young, no more than 15 years old, all coal-black and decidedly huge, for their age. Amos, the son of John, was the older, and still he wasn't much older than 15 years old. He looked like the chief there, of course, and his father looked at him proudly. He turned at the girl, and ordered her to parade between the seats. "Show them your assets first, Natasha!" and she walked to the end of the small room and got back between Johnny and his friend.
It was clear that Johnny was a real asshole. He liked to abuse his girls as much as he could, so, as soon as she was beside him, he said "You see, this blonde whore is a cow. Wonder why ?" he said, fondling her big titties through her tank top. A concert of obscene calls rose from the urchins, many of whom had already discarded their jeans in anticipation, and were stroking their cocks. Natasha couldn't help notice that all of them, even the younger, were enormously endowed.
"This one is a cow because we've got the whore with the largest tits we've found for you. So you can toy with some meat, instead than with the flat chests of your schoolmates." He paused. "You'll like to fuck this cow." Then he turned to the shivering Natasha. "Now, you cunt, you have to begin the introduction to my boys. Be smart, and it will be a nice, quiet evening of fucking, nothing more. Okay ?"
She looked at the nigger in hate. God, how she hated those flat-faced brutes... she had been raped until then, and this jerk wants me to be happy... she couldn't control her.
"You pig!" She squealed. "I'll not obey your orders!" But the other man was quick to react, holding her from behind, at the top of the arms, while Johnny, looking straight at her, punched a fist straight in her defenseless belly. He folded forward, her breath zeroed by the hit, and shut down. Johnny knew he had to give a good lesson to the girl, because he had to impress the kids. "They do it always, sooner or later" he said to the kids, "you have to show them who's the boss."
He grabbed a fistful of her golden hair and pulled her head up, turning it so she was looking at him, tears of pain running down her cheeks. He said, dour "Remember to never, ever, try to behave this way. Or..." In his right hand, it glistened a switchblade. Pain turned in terror in her face, and she begged "Oh, no, no, please... no..." It was all so exciting, all the men were thinking. The supplicating tone of the caged beauty was made for hardening even the more dead cock, and their were all young an eager.
"Well, kids, first lesson : don't let the whores overcome you". He turned her face to the boys. They were drinking whiskey straight from the bottle : in front of her Natasha eyes, the young blonde saw a forest of black trunks ready to plough her holes. To abuse her gorgeous, defenseless body.
"This here cow, as you see, she's for you, all for you. She will do anything you want, you can do her everything you'd like. Beginning with this."
He put his large hand on the right portion of her yellow tank and he resumed his forceful groping of her right large tit. "It'll be all yours..." while she simply staid there, not knowing what would follow then, if not the unavoidable rape.
Johnny took his time ; the cocks of the kids were getting harder, the liquor was making them horny and careless, he could see that they were charging. "Is she nice?" John said. "Well, she's nice and she's surveyed well, she's nice to fuck, she's always available of course she's ready to suck any black cock of yours..."
"Now you'll have to learn the ropes". He forced her shoulder back ; her tits popped forward even more. "You'll have to dress a cow like this properly, of course." He raised her skirt, revealing all of her long legs and her exposed crotch, the thin blonde hair of her pussy in full view. She was shamed to death; she quivered, uneasy. The kids gaped, a couple of them said "God! I'd plough that pussy open!" To enhance their view, from the black garter belt to the top of the nylon stocking, he kicked her feet apart two feet. Wriggling, she tried to escape his rough hands, but he blocked her. Tears of frustration got down her big blue eyes
"The thing is, as she is to be your whore, dress and treat her like a whore. Just like all whores, let her always wear a short skirt. A MICROskirt", he bellowed, "as this allows a much easier access to their pussy this way", he said shoving a hand between her splayed legs to cup her pussy, then, with two fingers, spreading her labia to make them see the pink of her inner cunt. "But when you need to cover up, for example there is a cop pig coming in, you just drop it" he took the hand off her crotch, and the hem of the short skirt fell down and covered at least her pussy, "everything is fine."
"This tank top here is very convenient, because it has two little buttons that keep the two together, and join together in the middle. The buttons here are very easy, because they although keep it together very well, you'll relieve them without a problem this way", he said putting two greasy fingers on the buttons and fumbling briefly, until the elastic tissue was released. The tightly sprung fabric sprung open, and the huge tits flopped forward, free, naked, ready for the 'use' of the kids.
His friend took her from behind, from the shoulders, and jerked her back and forth alternatively. Her tits jiggled and bounced, obscenely. The kids jeered, especially when Johnny sunk his fingers in one of her big white jugs and her soft meat oozed through those bony black fingers like jelly. Soft, rich, luxurious jelly. The meat of a luxurious, rich white whore, of a Playgirl. Exactly the kind of girl that the Black teenagers, there, wanted to abuse more than anyone else.
"That's it, kids, and if you like this stuff, it's yours!" The man standing behind her put both his hands on her elbows, and forced them together, then quickly passed the duct tape around the elbows. Because of the turning back of the shoulders, the tits bounced now even more forward, two huge white mounds that they all looked in anticipation.
"Well, Natasha, now your introduction has to begin. You'll begin here, from my son Amos. Now you step there and greet him. He's your real owner for tonight, remember."
Amos was evidently a rap fan, and his idols had to be the racist, violent thugs of the American city. He wore only a colorful sweater with the script "Kill white Pigs", he had a ill-grown beard and a wool cap tucked down. His eyes were thin in his flat, large face; his huge black dong was all hard and throbbing on his flat belly, and was looking at her in open contempt. She stood before him, and standing more or less to attention in front of a filthy young nigger was something so humiliating that she could barely fight back her tears, even if he hadn't still touched her.
"Come here, dere, white cunt. Nearer." She stepped forward. The arms tied behind her back didn't give her any possibility to hide her gorgeous body. "Nearer here." She walked between her large splayed thighs. But Amos shook horizontally his head. "Nah, your legs pass outside. And get nearer to me." He paused, looking straight at the tear-filled blue eyes of the desperate blonde, "I want to see up your skirt now."
Natasha hesitated; the knife of Amos' father passed on her throat. He hissed "Do it as you're ordered, whore", and she obeyed. She was feeling the cold hatred of the boy, she knew he wanted to humiliate her before abusing her body. Her legs passed outside of his splayed thighs; the hem of her skirt was raised in the movement, and when she got over his crotch, he could see all of her pussy from below.
Amos extended two fingers upwards. His target, her tight slit, was well visible and accessible between her splayed legs. His bony black fingers slid in the lubed pussy, and he pushed them up to the hilt.
She looked around, crying silently in despair and humiliation. All the seats were occupied by the Black teenagers, all leering at her while she was subjected to this abuse.
Not understanding what she had to do now, she waited. Johnny first relieved her duct tape from the elbows, so she could have more freedom of movements, but left her wrists taped, then he showed her Amos, and said to the luckless blonde "Amos will be your chief tonight. Now, kiss him."
Uncertain, Natasha stepped forward, and looked at the teenager that was looking at her in obvious arrogance. His cock was almost as big at his father's, nine inches, and still it wasn't fully erect . He was stroking it, slowly, on purpose, in front of the young blonde. He was longer than his father, she thought, he has got nine inches to rape me again.
"Are you ready now, bitch? I told you do to bend and to kiss him", the old man told Natasha and she bent forwards, towards him. She walked as far as she could, but, not having the hands to balance, but having both of them died behind her back , she had to bend to a sharper angle, and this, she was sure, was exposing even more of her long legs and ass cheeks. God, they would see her pussy too, from behind, and the catcalls she heard from the kiddies assembled behind her confirmed that it was so.
Her tightly wrapped ass cheeks' view was even better when the old man made her bend. As her feet were now so far apart, more than two feet now, she knew that the back of her ridiculously short miniskirt would climb and uncover her ass crack. She felt the slight coolness of the naked flesh, in fact, and her shame was even stronger. But she had no choice; the old man was beginning to be irritated by her hesitation, so she bent towards the kid and, when she was close to his face, she kissed him on the cheek.
Natasha hoped that it was all they needed, but suddenly she felt being pulled by her hair, her golden mane being yanked by a strong hand; she felt herself confronted with Johnny's black, hateful face. He yelled "I said KISS HIM, you whore, so use your tongue, use your cocksucker mouth to kiss my son, you filthy white cow!" and he slapped her hard. And he slapped her again and again, twice.
He liked it. He liked to abuse young white girls, it made his cock suddenly harder. And he could say that all the kids there were liking it too. Another, harder slap, and this time she was caught off balance and feel at Amos' feet.
The stoned blonde was dumbfounded by the sudden explosion of violence of the old man, and stayed at their feet while he bent, saying to everyone "Don't ever let the white whores do tricks, boys. They have to DO ALL THAT YOU WANT! NOW!!" and he yanked a mangle of her hair and pulled her up, like a crane, slowly, between his massive black legs. Her upturned face was just under his pendulous black testicles now, and he pulled her a little bit more, so his hairy balls were pressing against her mouth and nose.
"NOW LICK THEM, WHORE!" he boomed, and, terrified, she obeyed, sticking his little pink tongue out and licking the underside of his smelly scrotum while Johnny began to move slowly his hips forward and backwards, so his balls wiped all her beautiful face. The other older man, of course, was filming it all.
"That's what white whores are done for," he said to the kids, "to lick our balls. They have no better place to put their mouth than between our legs. Got it, kids?" The yells in answer made Natasha understand what was in waiting for her.
Johnny grew tired and let her hair go. He pulled her on her feet again and said "Now, kiss him! For good! And then all the other boys here! They're your masters, now!"
Natasha, her eyes full of tears, bent again and this time opened her lips on his thick lips and had her tongue enter his oral cavity, letting his grow and explore her. Her ass cheeks were open again, and in full view; she was a treat for all the assembled kids there, most of whom were staring at the zone between her ass cheeks anyway.
"Hey, Amos," the old man said, "you can feel her, don't you like those jugs dangling down her? So feel them, you, for you'll like them."
Amos didn't need any further encouragement, and extended his hands, letting her twisting her tongue in his mouth; he began to fondle grossly the two huge white mammies, cupping both of then with obscene care, twisting her nipples, while Johnny looked in pride. All the other boys were even more horny, now.
She was finally allowed to stand back; she saw the big quarter bottle of Jack Daniels passing from John to Amos saying "white whores. that would be your first, my son, so take your time. And you, cow, you just kiss the other guy here. He's my nephew, so, you know his name is Roy".
Natasha had no choice, so she simply bent over the second boy, a younger but still huge boy, and kissed him slurpingly, with a lot of tongue movement on his part, while he felt her tits for good.
The round of introduction continued for at least 20 minutes, and she had to offer her precious little mouth and her large tits to the clumsy, but arrogant pleasure of all the Black kids. She estimates that the older had to be, of course Amos, at 15 years old, the younger was maybe 12 and was named Baldwin, but he knew how to treat her as a cheap whore all the same.
She could feel, from the way they kissed, that they where almost all too young to have actually made love to a girlfriend, but they all had seen enough porn tapes and had listened to enough talks of their big brothers to know exactly what they was supposed to do with a young blonde beauty they had in their hands now.
Johnny claimed her back just beside him to unleash her skirt, and it fell down, really revealing the full length of her beautifully tapering thighs and long naked legs.
Then he turned her to show her ass, now gloriously naked, only framed by her black garter belt, nothing else, and said "well, now it's time that this bitch work for you. Amos, what the name of your gang?" The boy looked back to her with an obscenely lustful smile "the name is the 'Black Reapers'" he told to his part and the father, looking at his friend, the older wino that was filming it all with the cameras and that she hadn't even kissed, said, "well, for this night, you will be the "BLACK RAPISTS". Do you like it?".
They all laughed nervously or hornily, and said "Jesus Christ, it's a swell name! Let's do it!"
"Now", Johnny continued, a hand shoved from behind between her spread buns, "as I said, the first think this school will have to teach you will be to have this white cow suck and lick your cock. It will be a good teaching for you, too," he said, turning the humbled Natasha towards the boys again, "it will be very useful for you, because, judging your intelligence and acting skills, your brighter future will be that of a ghetto whore." They jeered and laughed at the harsh words of Johnny.
"Always remember that this whore is a born cocksucker, or you can train her. In fact, you may have felt the smell of cum on her already. That's because she's already sucked some cocks today, and has swallowed some loads. Including mine and John's there", he said, to heighten her humiliation. The boys jeered and laughed.
"So, now, let's go. Remember: the first thing, once you've kidnapped the whore and are about to fuck her, the first and foremost thing to have her do is to suck your cock for good. To pull their mouth on your cock and for good. Amos, of course you will be the first, so takes this whore to you and now you can begin to have her work your cock. And you", he turned to the crying blonde, "you go down and begin to work on my son's cock. Go ahead, whore!"
Natasha, of course, had no choice. She bent between his still splayed black thighs, kneeled and bent her face on the teenager's crotch. He was enjoying the authority that he had on her, and added to this was the knowledge that he couldn't even dream of having such a nice girlfriend in all his life. The idea of fucking such a gorgeous blonde, and to fuck her against her will, and then gang-banging and maybe torturing her a little, was of course enhancing the sheer pleasure of raping her. He knew they would abuse her in every possible way, he thought, and though it was early, it was only nine in the evening, they have the whole night in from them. It will be a long night for the bitch, he thought, especially if his father let him apply some ideas..
She bent over his crotch, felt his stink, but couldn't help to continue. She opened for mouth and let his black trunk slide in her little teenager's mouth.
Yields of approval followed. "Hey, look at the white whore taking his black cock! Swell! I can't wait to do it myself!" It was clear that the boys couldn't wait to a moment to assault her, but, for now, they would have to content themselves with watching the blonde sucking the boy's black cock to and swallowing as much of it as she could.
"Come on, cow, SUCK IT!" Amos yelled just for the sake of it, as she was sucking hard now, but he liked to underline his authority on her "You filthy, big-titted whore." Amos exclaimed. He drank another sip of Jack Daniels, then forced her head down again and held her down.
"Son", John yelled, "don't forget to have the whore lick your balls. It's good, I can tell you. And it's something that you have never to forget, it's part of the game."
Amos looked back and his father said "Go ahead," his father said "And well, remember, this white cow is here for your pleasure, not for her, so you can do to her whatever you like, and she'd better be good because, if she isn't good enough, we'll sell her to a Mexican pimp and that would be all."
"I have even better ideas." Amos quipped, and Johnny shrugged "Everything goes. Anyway, only if she works fine she'll earn her release. So, let's have her do what you like all of it, boys. And if you're not satisfied, you know how to do."
Amos pulled her up by hair again, practicing his father's instructions. He slapped her hard. "You don't suck, you whore, I want you to suck hard cock. Understand?
The hit was much more brutal than before and she felt deeply the hit of his slap, so much that she fell back again. Tears of frustration flowed down her eyes. She muttered, kneeling again "Oh no, please, don't hit me, I'll do what you want, I'll do it good. Please"
"That would be much better, you whore" Amos said, simply, and, holding her head down by the hair, he drove it down, between his massive black legs, until her smooth freckled cheeks touched both the inner thighs of the nigger boy, and she had her mouth just in contact with his huge black testicles.
Jessie was filming her face at close-up, of course, and he judged it to be one of the most obscenely exciting things he'd ever filmed, especially as the tears in her eyes were clear and visible.
Her beautiful white face contrasted with the huge black trunk of his cock, towering over her, and he filmed accurately when she began to lick his balls, making slow wet rounds around each ball, licking and slurping the base of the cock. "I want to see it all wet, cunt!" Amos yelled, and she slurped on the balls, making them glisten in spit, a good way to see where her tongue had been, cleaning his dirt from the base of the balls to his curly pubic hair.
Then she was pulled up again, and she was forced to impale her beautiful face, slowly but fully, on his monster cock. It had grew again in size and strength, and it came to her mind now that it was the hugest cock she had ever seen, even bigger than Amos father's, a brutal cylinder of black, steel-hard meat long maybe 11". She swallowed half of it, then gagged and began to bob her head up and down. Having her hands bound behind her, she couldn't do much more.
Natasha hated blowjobs. She had done it only a couple of times before, but the cocks she had sucked before were small stuff, compared with those trunks, and she had been able to refuse to do it more than a few minutes. Now, she was just a whore: a slave. She had no choice, so she began to suck with her mouth at the monster cock, sliding her red lips along its length; it was just like she was masturbating it, only she was doing it with her lips, instead them with her hand. It was clear that everybody there also wanted the same treatment from her.
Johnny continued to give advice to the young boy, saying "well, this slave can suck, no?" Amos grunted "Sure she can as a ghetto whore, she'd be good enough." He had only a few second before cumming, Johnny could tell it, so he said "If you won't come all in her mouth, remember you can make a glued decoration of her face with your cum, son!" The phrase came just at the same moment that Amos, being now coming, began to shoot a huge load in her mouth, dropping cascades of cum first on her tongue, then, suddenly standing up, all over her face. It was a repetition of shoots, and, when he'd finished coming, her face was covered in thick strings of sticky white cum. Upon a suggestion of the old man, Amos wiped the remnants of his sperm on her blonde, smooth hair.
"That was nice, son" Johnny said, and before she could recover, Johnny said "Now it's Roy's turn" and she had to bend before him and take his cock in his mouth, but he wanted to fuck her, so, after she had sucked his cock enough to make it hard and glistening in her spit, he ordered her to stand up and go to the bed, and John approved. He untied her wrists from the back and tied them together in front, so she could be safely taped at the upper bedpost. To make the show better for the other boys, he then bound her ankles at the two lower bedposts, so was as splayed as she could get.
Roy got on top of the withering, appalled blonde, pointed his cock at her defenseless slit and, with a steady movement of his hips, impaled her on his cock. Then, having buried his cock to the roots, he began to fuck her hard, with cruelty, as if he couldn't wait up to unleash old hatred for all the white women in the world, all upon her.
Meanwhile, the boy that would the next online had decided that it was going to fuck her face anyway, as he liked the idea of seeing her sucking his black dick, so he got beside the bed, knelt over it beside her and began to shaft her mouth with his huge black prick.
It was quite to a short affair come, because the Roy shot in her pussy his whole load in a few seconds while the second one continued to shaft her face for good, and took Roy's place in her pussy after a second. Another one off, she thought in desperation, but there are at least seven waiting and they will recharge rapidly. Another huge load of sticky cum flooded her outstretched pussy. Another boy climbed between her splayed legs.
The 'teacher', Johnny, said "Now I'll show you how to fuck these jugs, boys. It's Cuban-style, you know? And it's good fun." He got over the bed too, and the boys grouped beside it. He thrown each of his massive legs of either side of the helpless girl's chest, seating on her belly, uncaring of her panting.
"You should place your cock just in the middle of these two milk bags, boys. Remember, that's all these had been made for. then you take both titties with your hands and that's it." Pulling on the two globes of flesh, he forced them to wrap around his snake. It disappeared between those huge mounds. He said to the kids "see? That's the way you have to do. Look at it!" And the kids looked in lust, mouth agape, at the two tits being truly wrapped around his cock.
"Don't worry if you pull them hard, you have to pull have them wrap around it and that make this soft tunnel. Then you have to have to tilt her head this way" he said putting a couple of cushions between her head so she faced better to the tip of his cock, "so, at each stroke, you can hit her mouth. And there's your final target."
He showed how it had to be done, beginning to pull relentlessly the soft white tits total and spearing with his purple cockhead her helpless mouth at every stroke .
The next kid in line, when Joe left it, got over their instead, pulled with all his energy the huge tits around his cock and began to fuck her tits hard, having her groan in pain, until he cum and shot an huge load all over her face and chin, the biggest load Natasha had ever got. And the strings of thick dense cum crossed her face from one end to another, for the pleasure of the cameraman.
The next one wanted a good blowjob instead, he won't get on the bed because he liked the way she had sucked off Amos, before, saying that on all fours and in front of a black cock was where all the white girls had to stay. So Natasha was unbound, her wrists bound behind her back again, and the she was forced to kneel in front of the good big black boy again.
His name was Fred, and he had a longing to show that, albeit he was only 14, he was toughie, and that he could be Amos' deputy, not Roy. He hated white girls, but more than hating, he craved them. And this was the first time he could put his filthy hands on a really nice-looking one, being free to do whatever he pleased. For him, it was like a good occasion to make to other guys see he was tough. And he drank enough, while watching all the other abuses performed on her, and he couldn't wait to put his hands on her. Therefore he began, after she had put his lips on his horse-cock, to force her down and down. He wanted to force Natasha to swallow it all.
But she didn't suck hard enough, he told, and this time it wasn't Johnny that performed the punishment. It was Fred, the boy who had the idea of being a toughie; he said "You're not sucking, white cow! This whore here is not sucking, this whore is not sucking hard enough!!" He yanked his hair up looked at the pretty face of the blonde Playgirl, and slapped her with all his violence. Then another time, and, with his boot, he kicked her hard on her belly, pushing her to fall back on the dirty floor. And when she was there, he stood up, knelt over her chest, immediately slapping her again.
Natasha was helpless of her back, on the floor, her legs spread by someone else standing before her ankles and forbidding her to close them, her pussy exposed and leaking cum.
Johnny looked at the helpless blonde writhing on the floor and said to Fred "Boy, you've got the idea. But you're not energetic enough, you have to be hard on this white whores. if they take your hand they'll never obey anymore."
Having said this, he let go his boot in the middle of her spread legs, the tip of his sturdy Army boot hitting hard her pussy lips. He meowled in pain, astonished by their cruelty, and yelled, but in vain. Johnny let another stroke go directly in the middle of the legs, that two other boys were keeping open, spread.
The kids enjoyed it, and everyone then felt his cock getting harder and the look of the abuse inflicted on the young blonde. They feel their power on her! For the first time in their life, they count for something! They had someone in their hands, and all wanted to do something painful to the young white bitch.
Crying again, her big blue eyes clouded by tears, Natasha was forced to bend down again between Fred's splayed legs. She felt desperately in awe just from the size of his massive legs, and exactly in front of her petite face she had his cock and balls, two enormous black 'eggs' full of cum. She begin to lick it as best as she could, from the roots to the curly hair way up to the tip of that huge, rock-hard cock. She sucked it hard now, taking a lot of care in sucking it, trying to swallow full as much of the black trunk she could while Fred kept a hand on her head to have her keep a steady rhythm of stroke and Jessie filmed it. Some of the kids actually preferred to watch the blowjob on the TV, commenting obscenely the show of her lips sliding on the black trunk. Real sons of the TV generation, Johnny grinned. They prefer to see it on screen than in the reality.
One of the waiting kids got the permission from Fred to 'use' her a little, and, from behind, he began to stroke her big, pendulous breasts. He got at her naked, luscious body with ill-contained lust, as she continued to suck on Fred's black trunk, and he enjoyed very much cupping and squeezing her breasts, then, following Fred's suggestion, he simply stuck his eager cock in her outstretched, drenched pussy from behind.
She was being fucked by both sides by two 13 years old Black teenagers! She was in the hands of a gang of cheap delinquents, and could do nothing!. She overhead the other conversations of two of the other kids, who, having already spurted in her mouth, where watching her doing the same to their friends on the big TV now.
"Here in the 'hood, she could fetch good money, isn't it, Daddy?"
"Of course, Son" Johnny, said, gruff, "at least at the beginning, you'd get good money for it."
"Why only at the beginning?" One kid asked. "Do you think that some of the other pimps would steal her off you?"
"No, boy", Johnny said, "Once you've a good white slave like this on the streets, there's no problem. No big-time boss would ever fuck a white whore that's been properly gang-banged by Black street gangs and whored on the streets. No, it's just that these white bitches are frail. They get all worn out quickly, you know. As you can't ask too much money over the street price for her anyway, you'd have to have her work as much as possible while she's new it means she'd have to pull at least 20 tricks a day, to get you back some good money. At this rate, after six months she'd be so worn out that he would not be good enough even for the brothers here. I've seen a couple of them after some weeks of hooking on the streets her: their meat gets all sloppy and loose, you can shove a donkey's cock up their cunt and they wouldn't even notice."
"So, they're not worth anything anymore?" the teenager was curious.
"Well, there are way to squeeze some bucks out of those sluts even at the end, you know. There are always guys looking for girls to hire for 'special' videos, you know. Animals, mostly. With 200 bucks they'd do the whole series, mostly dogs, horses and donkeys. Then you can only sell her to a Mexican pimp, for some miners' bordello or something like that."
"That one would be easily spotted", the teenager objected, "she's flashy"
"Naah", Johnny shrugged, "just think that you'll cut her hair and probably dye it red or black. No, they wouldn't find her anymore. Not in Mexico, in a field-brothel for miners, anyhow."
Natasha felt like dying at those words. That was the end they were planning for her.
"You can do her whatever you want to do now, my boy", Johnny said his son, "the whore is just here for the taking. If you have any idea, go ahead." Amos looked at his father and grinned "Her asshole? I've always dreamed of reaming one of these big white expensive butts."
Johnny smiled "Yes, great. Hey, kids, come on, she has a lot of holes, this whore, exactly like all the other cheap whores, so let's do it"
The boy's cock was between her spread cunt lips, and pumping, he began to push forward even harder now. He had his hands on the hips, and uses the thumbs to spread the ass cheeks even more apart, fully exposing the space where he black trunk was sinking into.
He began to pull to the helpless blonde forward with a lot of energy, with long cruel strokes, so her was bumped forward very hard and several times her face landed directly in Fred's belly,
Of course, the other boy was less than happy of the fact that the she wasn't always sucking well his cock, so he decided to kneel on the armchair to offer her his cock to her mouth straight on. This way, he discovered that the every pumping movement made by his friend on the back was a thrust that the mouth was giving directly to the roots of his black cock.
He enjoyed it very much now, especially because the strokes of his friends were even more strong, and the white whore's face was forced to sink deeper and deeper into his crotch, until she was forced to swallow all of his cock and his small upturned nose was sunk in his curly black crotch hair. Fred kept her head down there hard, enjoying the heat of her oral cavity all around his cock until she choked because she was without breath and only then he allowed her an inch off to breath.
The combined strokes of the two rapists where exciting not only to the two boys, but also for all the other people around, Jessie continued to film all the scene, while the other kids, still waiting their turn, began to handle her big tits from below, as they were dangling below her torso.
The thrusts worsened with each stroke. The kids were looking at the TV and jeering "Hey, see, that's just cool, look at her tits juggling". A couple of them took care of her swaying mounds, cupping and mauling them, twisting her nipples for fun, because that made her groan around the other kid'' huge cock. Her nipples were hurting, now.
Finally, the two boys came, filling her from both sides and letting her fall, afterwards, on the dirty floor, cum oozing out of her outstretched pussy, while the other had taken a lot of care in shooting all of his come directly in her face, that pretty beautiful young face all covered now in white thick strings of come.
Natasha was dripping sticky white sperm; Fred's cum had covered her face everywhere from the forehead to the nose and lips, and was dripping down again. He delivered his final sticky globe of cum in her mouth while she was lying helplessly down, forcing her to swallow again. She was feeling a belly full of cum and hoped that, now that the seven boys had raped her all, they were happy, but it was just the beginning.
After just a few minutes, they spread her on the bed, and began to rape her again in turns. Now they were all half drunk, and this made them more violent and brutal. When one boy said "She's not sucking hard now," Amos, drunk now, felt he had the task of being the chief of the whole gang, so he was on the girl immediately. Besides, he had cum thrice already, twice in her mouth, once in her pussy, and he needed some new idea to get his cock hard again.
He yanked her by her long, blonde hair, and pulled her on her feet, so she was standing in front of the guy who had protested that she wasn't good. Amos knew what he had to do, Johnny had told him and he was eager to show he had learnt, that he was ready. So he took her by the arms, pulling them back: her big jugs pulled forward, proudly, two big, meaty targets for the kid. He called Roy and ordered him to keep by the arms the defenseless blonde, then, when she was blocked, turned to face her. Just seeing how much scared of him was the young, beautiful Playgirl made him feel good, powerful, in charge. He played with her, shoving two of his fingers in her mouth. Natasha licked them frantically, and he said "So you know how to suck, whore. How come you don't work on my friends?" and he let go a huge punch in her belly.
She bent forward, grunting, breathless. Breath escaped her clenched lips. Roy pulled her back by the arms, she was forced to stand again. WHAM! Another blow, this time in her right tit. Then, another in her belly.
Johnny looked and said " I bet that now she will suck you for good. Go ahead, give her another! Remember she's just a whore, she's here for you and your pleasure." Still naked from the waist below, he had his cock dripping cum again now and, when she was forced on her knees again, began to impale her mouth in turns with the kid. One went, the other exited from that pretty, nice mouth, raping her lips for good. Then they decided it was time for a change, and, when Johnny told so to the boy, they simply stuffed both in her mouth. The two big black dongs were squeezed inside together, her lips getting wildly outstretched by the mass of dark meat; they began to pump her mouth together, a sort of additional torture for the helpless captive. They continued that way for hours, tearing her holes open mercilessly.
They continued to fuck her at regular intervals, during the evening. Natasha was nothing more than their sex slave now, and all the kids, always hard and ready like only horny teenagers can be, wanted to fuck her more than once, during the first part of that evening. She was helpless, senseless, she was in their hands and she could do nothing but obey while they stuck their hard boners in her cunt and mouth, in a continuous shafting. Every now and then, somebody would protest that she wasn't working too well, and she would be forced to bend down and tolerate their fucks, their kicks, their abuses.
At midnight, and they were quite tired by then, one of the kids said "well, but this whore has another holewhen will we use it?" Johnny laughed and said "well, about time, my boy. Now, first of all, you'll have to prepare this sow. You need to clean her, for Christ's sakes." Natasha had been had been raped so many times during the evening, that she didn't even react anymore. Her body was numb everywhere; her long blonde hair, that had been used by everyone to clean the sperm off their cocks, was dull, matted to her skull.
Johnny said to the kids "The first time you have to do, is to clean them up. It is necessary to clean their bowels, because they're always carrying a lot of shit, so she'll had to be cleaned for good."
She was bound on all fours to the bedposts again. Johnny took a huge green bottle and disappeared into the kitchen, while Roy knelt behind her and during the spare time, began to insert a couple of fingers in her asshole.
Natasha try to protest, she had been raped for good already, only her back hole had been left unhurt. that was the worst thing she could imagine to happen to her, being abused by someone in there. And she was about to be gang-raped in the ass.
Her protests, of course, were useless. Johnny came back from the kitchen and the bottle, now, was filled with a oily clear liquid.
He told to all the boys "Get there and look at what I'm doing, now that's something you have to learn." Their hands blocked her firmly in that obscene position, then Johnny began to work his fingers in her asshole. One, two. She screamed: her face was buried in the cushion to muffle her. She was deep in shame and in pain, but they didn't mind very much.
The fourth finger of Johnny was forced in the sphincter only with much force. He turned the fingers around under the fascinated gaze of the boys; when she had been 'opened' enough, he took the bottle and put the tip of the neck to the asshole. Then Johnny began to insert the neck of the bottle in the neck, and slowly worked it inside. Then he raised the bottom of the bottle, and it began to empty in her asshole, like a monstrous enema.
He said "boys, this is the way to do, if you're proper. Something that will clean the bitch of her shit and make it clean as a whistle."
They were suddenly all much more interested and that they looked in anticipation at the liquid disappearing in her rectum. It was a way to enhance her pain and humiliation, and they enjoyed it a very much.
When the bottle was half-empty, the liquid didn't go down anymore. Johnny explained that now will rectum was full off liquid, and she probably couldn't take anymore of it.
So he slid the long neck of the bottle out of the rectum and the shoved it obscenely in her open cunt, that was gaping, after all that rapes. Some oil dripped in it as well, and trickled out of the outstretched pussy. The boys appreciated it very much. A huge cork was slid in her ass at the same time.
"It will be a good cleaning", Johnny explained to the boys, and then he ordered the boys to lift her to the bathroom. The bottle was removed the only when she was seated on the toilet seat. Oil and cum together dripped from her battered cunt.
"Sit down, slut" Johnny said, and extracted a switchblade. "listen to me, whore", he said looking at the girl that had now wide open eyes, in sheer fear, looking at the switchblade, that he held in front of her pretty face and then descending to touch her right nipple, "I'll tell you what to have to do now. You have to keep this all inside for 10 minutes. If you release earlier, you'll get this somewhere." The blade glistened. Natasha, her belly now distended from the monstrous enema and aching, nodded in terror. "I know that you playmates of Playman take up your ass not very often, only when somebody pays you enough, but I am sure that, as you are a Bolshevik whore and are so good at sucking cock, you must have sold your back hole to several men already, so it will not be much hot. It will only be something good for us, and if it's not good for you, we don't care. But we don't want to get our cocks filthy with your shit."
Behind the closed and locked door, she held it as much as she could, terrorized. Her rectum seemed to be exploding because of the pressure of the enema; after 10 minutes, finally, Johnny was back with his boys and said "Hey, whore, haven't you unloaded yet to? No? Very well, you can do it now" and, relieved, she let it go, unloading a big mass of shit, oil, other debris from her asshole, all adding to what was dripping from her smashed-open cunt hole.
She was dropped on the bed again. Johnny probed with his two middle fingers her back hole, that now was very slippery; she was forced back on the bed on all fours again, and now she began crying again.
For a moment, nobody held her. The door was open, there was nobody around, and she looked at the exit; she was just a few steps far from the outer door. A huge temptation. Johnny and his son were preparing other tools for her rape, the other boys were looking at the TV or drinking, Jesse was changing the cassette of his video recorder. She tried to sneak out.
Natasha got off the bed, as silently and swiftly as she could; she wasn't bound now, so she could try to open the handle and get off. May be she would only get to the street, nothing more, but she would find help. She'd do anything to avoid suffering another one night of rape and abuse.
She fumbled at the door handle, but it didn't open. Desperately, she tried to move the handle, but to no avail; and the voices of the boys and of Johnny signaled that she had been detected, that they had noticed that she was running away, and they were upon him in an instant. Now Johnny and the boys could unleash the worst instincts on her.
This time, when they took her back, she was bound with her arms over the head the end a chain was dropped from a hole of the ceiling to keep their wrists well open; her feet were bound one meter apart one from the other and to the bed so she was standing giving her back to the boys, her naked body completely available to them, even more than it had been until then.
The black boys, all of them drunk and violent, hit and kicked her. Johnny had taught them that a proper man had to kick and hit a helpless, bound woman to get a good hard-on before raping her again, and they went at it with a vengeance, all of them getting their cocks hard again.
This was nothing compared to the projects of Johnny. He took off his jeans his long, studded leather belt and began to leash her back. He gave 10 strokes to show how it had to be done, then gave the belt to Amos, then to another boy and each of niggers leashed her back.
She got at least 50 off 60 belt wishing across her back. The belt hurt; she gurgled, screamed, cried, begged for mercy, finally passed out. Johnny finally stopped it, saying to the boys "That's it, boys, you always remember that you don't have to spoil the merchandise, so don't never hit her face in the first place. But she can be sold on the streets all the same even if there back its a little bit red and decorated." Natasha's back was red, but was not showing unduly streaks; it was like it had been tanning too long.
Johnny continued "we could use her body as a punching bag, of course, and it would be good fun. But first another cue". The helpless blonde came back to her senses after a couple of hard slaps from Roy and looked at them. At least eight young, horny, black angry faces were staring at her horrified face, looked undoubtedly beautiful and helpless. They liked her terror. Natasha knew they were getting huge hard-ons again just torturing her.
Johnny took from his huge toolkit an enormous black night-stick. All the boys knew what the object was, of course. It was the standard night-stick given to all cops, that was very long, made of rubber but hard to deal, a stick 15" long and ready for her..
Handing the big night-stick, Johnny said to the boys "this object, you know, has a lot of uses, you understand that the first is this. To punish the ones that don't behave correctly. And she hasn't."
Suddenly, he landed a hard blow on the small of her back. The girl moaned acutely, and her head dropped down a little. Tears began to flow down her cheeks again.
"You can use it even here" and Johnny, having given a second stroke at her back, said "never hit in the middle", he said, "you could kill her, and we do not want to kill her, not now. Not if she behaves currently." He slid the stick softly on her tortured back, enjoying the sobbing of fear of the girl. He put the tip of the stick on her lips, then began to turn it and push forward, her mouth opening, her lips sliding around the nightstick. It was obscene, but nice. They all looked at the blonde doing a blowjob at the rubber stick. "But, of course, the most interesting use of this object is another one, and you can imagine what."
He got directly between her ass, and pointed the black stick from below in her ass crack. The boys jeered nervously. "That's a good idea, man!" One said, and Johnny began to push upwards, to violate her ass.
Natasha was a virgin, there. The idea of being raped behind was too much for her; she began to scream frantically, until Johnny was tired and his friend shoved a dirty rag in her mouth, as a gag. Now, only muffled groans exited her mouth.
He begin to push the stick upwards. The oiled sphincter was tightly shut, but he knew it would open; and he insisted, pushing harder, until the fleshy ring began to let go. The pain, for Natasha, was tremendous, and she fainted, only to be revived by a sudden sting of pain when the stick finally violated her anus and popped inside.
Tears flowed down her cheeks, while Johnny pushed his stick upwards, faster, harder. It progressed slowly but continuously until 8", 10", 12" of it were inside. At 13", there was a handle that stopped it from getting more inside; it was all in, now, and he began to pump the stick in and out of the sphincter. Between her ass cheeks, it looked superbly incongruous, just as it had to be; and Johnny called all the boys to have a go, sliding all the stick completely out and, then, reinserting it. It was a methodical rape, a sadistic anal abuse of the young Playgirl, that they enjoyed a lot and, in the methodical massacre of her anal sphincter, was the preparation for the next stage.
Then she was brought on the bed again, this time kneeling on all fours, three huge cushions under her belly, tied well enough to have her feet well apart again, the wrists bound together before her, at the bedhead. Her ass was therefore upturned, exposed, her ass crack, wide open; the boys shoved the stick inside again from there, then it was Amos' cock the first to plunge in her now softened anus.
Amos had never raped the asshole of a girl, let alone such a beautiful blonde, and his cock was hard as steel. His excitation was enhanced by the fact that his half-drunk friends were around the girl, and tormenting her; one was giving her his rock-hard cock to lick, another was fondling her tits from below, and so on. But he made sure to pump her ass for good, enjoying her desperate moans and her pleas for pity, for mercy, that made them all laugh cruelly.
He shot another load in her asshole, the first for the night, then it was Roy, and all the others followed, sodomizing the helpless blonde in turns, one after another, unloading huge masses of cum in her asshole. The flashes of the camera operated by Johnny and his friend punctuated the anal rape, but she didn't even notice it.
When they all had abused her anus enough, they unbound the girl, now completely exhausted, and arranged to fuck her also in her pussy, so to stage a good double penetration.
"She's just like a Oreo cookie!" They all laughed seeing the white girl squeezed between the huge black bodies of two niggers, her cunt and asshole torn open, and they continued with double penetrations, their favorite play now, for hours.
It was 9 pm, and Roy wanted some more JD. He got at the bottle, and maned.
"Hey, Johnny, the JD is finished!" Roy grunted to the old man while he was having his balls licked slowly by the terrified young blonde, that was keeling between his splayed thighs on all fours, her ass invitingly protruding back.
"So, who cares? Get another!"
"We haven't got another one, that was the last!"
Angry, Fred took the empty bottle and shoved it from behind in Natasha's sore, gaping pussy, making her squirm in pain. "We don't even have a buck to buy another, shit!"
"So let's go we'll have to find another."
They had raped her every other way the whole night long, and they were at it, after a good sleep and a good cleaning of her body, again, that afternoon, since 5 o'clock. They were six now, but they weren't the same as the day before, and she had been even more appalled to see that the two old men had been met by another, older 50 years old nigger, that had the most disgusting stink in her crotch and had wanted a complete ball-wash. Fred was still there, as Amos, but the other teenager was now a friend of Amos that had the most huge cock she'd ever seen, and the two 'new' ones had taken a particular pleasure in raping her all the way, so at 11 pm, as they were now, she had been gang-raped again by all the nigger, cunt, mouth and asshole.
Amos looked at Johnny again, and said "can't we get some more JD, Johnny?" Johnny looked back at him, enjoying the slow, wet blowjob of the young blonde captive.
"And how'd you pay the booze, son?" The elder boy stuck in. His huge black cock was still oozing a bit of cum, after a couple of unloading in her mouth and asshole, and Roy cleaned it with a bundle of her blonde hair.
"I'm sure that Jose, the clerk down there at the liquor store, would give us the bottle in exchange for a blowjob from this whore."
"Well, call him on, no?"
"No, maybe he can't get here now, but, if the store's open, we can take the whore down to him and have her suck his cock there, no?"
The idea was approved, because they all needed some more booze now, and come apart from fact, they have raped out every possible way, so they liked the idea of having at least some moment of recharge before beginning again to abuse her beautifully ripe body.
She was allowed some 'restoration'. Natasha could take a shower, mend some bruises and discard the bits of lingerie she had wearing at the beginning, and had been ripped in pieces during the rape. She was given some cream for her pussy and for the severely battered asshole, outstretched and pink; and she could put some red lipstick on, then a cheap perfume. Still naked, Natasha was given by Johnny her new 'dress'; the yellow tank top and skirt. Of course, she was allowed no panties, and they descended the stairs together. Natasha was very scared and was not willing to try any trick of those guys.
The clerk of the liquor store was alone and upset. He was a fat-bellied Latino of Spanish heritage that was clearly bored to death, but was happy to see two good customers like Johnny and Amos and especially he looked with obscene lust at the beautiful gorgeous blonde teenager, who was dressed as a whore and that had obviously had a hard time with those two niggers.
"Hey, Jose, how're you? How the business going?"
The man shrugged. His eyes were unashamedly glued to Natasha's young bulging melons, that the overtight tank top enhanced excitingly, and he passed his tongue on her mustached lips. Natasha felt disgusted: the man looked even worse than the gang of niggers that had raped her until then. Now she was being sold, as a whore, to this subhuman.. Her eyes were full of tears again.
Understanding, the Spanish said "It's darn quiet, I swear I haven't seen no customer since one hour now. And you, how come? I can see you have, huh, good company".
"Aw, man, that's a pretty nice company" Johnny said, putting one of his large hands on her right tit and squeezing it. It was the way to assess his property, his ownership and total control of the gorgeous white slut.
Jose looked at the mauled tit, and, of course, got the message. This is a whore, he thought, of course, but it was also clear that she was for sale.. She must have been fucked by the two niggers, so she must be a cheap whore. Very cheap. He'd loved to get a blowjob from that nice little mouth, and it had to be cheap, of course, if she was with them, but how much?
Johnny looked in his face to read his lust. "Fancy some fun with our friend here?"
"I'd love to, man."
"Come to this," Johnny said, "if you want a good blowjob it will not be expensive, my friend, a good suck and swallow. It will cost you just a couple of bottles of JD, then you can have a nice blowjob from this whore here."
"That's a nice idea, my friend, but how can I do it here?" Jose said, his hands itching to get at those tits
"If you won't for me it's no problem," Johnny said, "just slam the door shut for a few minutes and you can nail her behind the door of the back room. No?"
It was too good to let it pass. Jose got at the door and closed it, then pinched Natasha on her round behind, taking care to make it a deep, painful pinch, and led them into back room. Bottles were everywhere of course, but he made a small space for the blonde to kneel, after he had removed his belt and jeans, and his filthy cock sprang erect in Natasha's beautiful face
She had no choice. She bent and sucked on his cock the best she could, because she really wanted to him to come very fast. And Johnny looked grinning at her blonde head being instantly targeted by the Hispanic's dark pole; Jose pushed his swollen cockhead to her lips and, with a thrust forward, made it slide halfway in her mouth. Then, he began to fuck her face for good, his hips thrusting quickly forward, making her head slam against the wall at each thrust.
The Hispanic was kinky enough. While he was pumping the beautiful teenager's defenseless mouth, he looked at Johnny and said "Really, how many bottles do you want? Two?"
"Yeah, fine"
"Tell you what", Jose said, without stopping the humping of her face. He turned and got another bottle of whisky from the rack. "this is a third bottle. I'd give it you if this whore fucks it. Now. If she sits on the bottle and gets the whole neck in while she sucks my cock, it's yours."
Johnny grinned. "You're always the same disgusting bastard, man. Real sick. Done!" he yelled, and the bottle was given to Natasha. She had to raise her ass a little, Roy placed the bottle under her snatch and forced her to go down all the way. When her labia bumped on the thick part of the bottle, she stopped and José checked the penetration. He was happy, now, and from then it didn't take very much again. Suddenly, he came, with a huge splosh of cum across her face and a huge pumping of thick goo over her lips. Sperm dripping from her face and lips, Natasha was immediately pulled on her feet. The Spic gave the two bottles at Johnny, and they could leave.
Johnny ordered her to keep her hands still, because he wanted to see her drip sperm down her beautiful face. The store was still closed, and nobody was waiting outside, but somebody could come and see such a beautiful white girl with a thick string of cum crossing her face and dripping, and this was good fun for him.
Only when they were getting out of the store, Johnny allowed her to clean up, but, when they met a couple of men, they looked at the girl with a surprised look all the same. They turned to look at her, she had never felt so bad before.
"She's popular, no?" Amos grunted.
"Yes, you could find some good customers for her on the streets, if you want."
The eyes of the teenager glistened. "Money?"
"Yes, of course."
When they were in the flat again, they gurgled some more JD and gave her plenty, too, then resumed fucking her.
It was a long, methodical gang-rape; other guys went and raped her pussy, ass and mouth, she didn't even notice anymore how many they were, what they were doing. She was aching everywhere, her pussy, asshole and nipples being like burning in pain.
There were not only Black men. Through the mist of her pain and shame and numbness, she noticed that a few white and Hispanic men had been allowed in the filthy room, to use her gorgeous body as they wanted. Natasha was forced to do things she wouldn't even imagine: she was fucked at the same time by two cocks in her ass and cunt, with painful double penetrations that made her faint a few times, also because they didn't give her anything to eat.
When it was clear that she didn't even react if ass-raped, and her cunt and back hole were anyway far too abused to be attractive again, Johnny decided to take her off the bed, simply because he wanted the place for him and a couple of the kids to watch a NFL big match at the TV.
Natasha was dumped on the floor, and Jeremy decided that the naked beauty would have been more safely controlled if he did bind her to the bed. So he took some duct tape and a bottle; he had been told of what the Hispanic man at the liquor store had done, so, with the help of a couple of kids, they did cut the tape before her back and freed her wrists, then she was put on her knees giving her back to the bed, and was forced to sit on the bottle again, but this time she had to impale her asshole on its long neck. Then her wrists were tied with the duct tape at the upper portion of the two bedposts. This way she was kneeling and her arms were splayed open, like she had been crucified: her nice face was exactly at the height of the men's crotches, and her mouth was an obvious target.
Jeremy had raped her at the beginning, then he hadn't got much more; now he had a huge hard-on again, and his cock sprung horizontally in her face. Natasha stared at the big, black plum-shaped cockhead waving in front of her, getting nearer to her terrified eyes. It looked immense, and positively disgusting not that this would matter, of course. She was forced to take it where he wanted without any possibility to protest; she looked at it, thinking what would come next. The cold of a blade on her neck made her shiver in fear. The kid pushing the blade was enjoying the power on the blonde slut, while Jeremy was enjoying the fact that he was forcing the gorgeous Russian to perform a nice blowjob on him.
"Look at it, whore" he growled, angrily, "I want you to look at my cock. Open those eyes, come on."
She opened them as much as she could, looking at the enormous black cock in front of her eyes, only a couple of inches from her nose. The head was huge: its pisshole was obscenely distended, and seeing it so clearly was even more disgusting, for her, knowing that she had to lick and suck the part where all his urine came from.
"That's OK", he growled, looking at her baby blue eyes pointed at her cock. He stabbed at her cheeks, slowly, poking with his member, already oozing pre-cum, at her face. His cockhead passed on her lips: "Time to lick, slut" he said, "pull it out and lick, come on."
Natasha's little pink mouth darted out of her lips, and she began to lick at that smelly, huge cock. "I want to see my balls getting wet with your licker, slut" he grunted, raising his crotch to push his hairy eggs flat in her face, over her lips. And she began to lick and slurp on those balls, his loose curly hairs getting in her mouth. She swallowed those hairs; she couldn't dare to do anything different.
His sweat fell on her face, dripping from his crotch; she licked it as well. And Jeremy was pleased, so he finally felt satisfied and pointed his cock at her full red lips, beginning to shove it in her little mouth, so many times abused already but still tight, warm, moist.
"Ooooohhhhrrrnnnn", he grunted again, while feeding her inch after inch of her rock-hard shaft, "That's it. Swallow, it, WHORE! I like you white trash cunts swallowing my cock. And now suck it. SUCK IT, you slut!"
Her cheeks curved inwards in the effort to suck the big black banana; he pulled it out, and the vacuum made a nice 'pop'. They laughed, and the cock was reinserted, then Jeremy began to fuck her face for good, pumping her lips slowly but thoroughly, with a steady rhythm, half of his cock getting in and out at each stroke.
Raping her mouth was lovely, Jeremy thought, it was great. It lasted a full quarter of an hour before he finally spurted it all, unloading a thick mass of jizz in her mouth; she swallowed it all, then she had to lick the last drops of cum oozing out of the pisshole.
His place was taken by another guy, and this was white; she raised his eyes a bit just to see the leering face of an older man she didn't know, but that was openly enjoying her. His cock was smaller than Jeremy's black monster, but was very hard all the same. Naked from the waist down, the pig handed 20 bucks to Johnny, saying "It's a pity you don't let me screw the slut here. I'd pay more." He bent and fondled her jugs, twisting her nipples.
"Oh, man, do not worry, she sucks like a dream. And she's a little sloppy down, you understand. You would not probably like her too much, down there."
"You dirty slut", he muttered, still fondling her milk bags, "getting screwed by those brothers well, that's your career, slut. Now, suck it!" and, having taken care to have a camera recording his abuse of the young blonde, shafted her mouth for a while, unloading at the end another huge glob of nauseous cum.
More cocks followed, black, Hispanic, huge or medium-sized, all taking the chance to fuck her face in that handy position. She swallowed the globs when they didn't decide to spurt it in her face, just as a way to defile her further. The abuse went on so much that she slowly fell in a dizzy stonedness, so the cocks entered her mouth, shafted it and filled it with cum, but she was completely passive. Natasha couldn't suck anymore, she just let them rape her lips, her mouth being just a fuckable hole in her pretty face.
She was forced to stick out her tongue when Johnny wanted her to lick his dirty asshole, and he bent in front of her, pushing his two huge black ass cheeks on the sides of her face so it sank between them; she licked the best she could, but Johnny knew that it could be better, so he had pulled from her position and thrown on the bed again, the whiskey bottle still firmly lodged in her asshole, and he simply sat down on her face, ordering her to lick.
When he was 'refreshed' enough, he left the place to Jeremy, and Fred got over her: her splayed legs offered her open cunt over the bottle-filled rectum, and he wanted another piece of it. While he raped her cunt again, she had to lick many assholes again. She was worse than a simple slave, she was a sex slave, and they were enjoying it.
After the whole Friday of rapes, her cunt was a messy, gaping hole, oozing the spent cum of too many men to count them, the last having been Fred with another huge load. Roy, tired of just fucking her, began to pull on those cunt labia almost joking; having been so brutally fucked by cocks of every possible dimension, her cunt was disastrously outstretched, and the labia hung out of it, sore, red, battered. He pulled: the moan of Natasha was muffled, because she had a cock raping her face just now.
Roy pulled hard; the groans became louder and louder. The white man that, sitting on her chest, was now raping her mouth, turned and grinned. The sight of Roy pulling those labia, now almost 2" out of her slit, made him cum instantly. And Roy pulled harder, while her groan, now, came in a gargle, being nearly drowned by the mass of thick cum the man had shot in her mouth.
The fifteen-years-old Negro was getting horny in hearing the girl groaning, protesting, trying to close her legs that were kept mercilessly open by Roy and another boy, her chest was immobilized by another man getting on to fuck her tits, so she was helpless, unable to escape that torture.
Roy continued to pull her defenseless pink labia, enjoying her muffled whining. He spread her cunt walls with his big thumbs, but it was easy: the flesh tunnel had been abused so much that it was completely loose now, and it gave little emotion shafting it. Her clit was exposed; he began to twist it between his thumb and forefinger, enjoying her muffled squeals.
The black boy had another nasty idea. When he understood that any more pulling on the labia would have ripped them off, and he didn't want it, he inserted two fingers in her hole. He turned them in the girl's fuck tunnel; he remembered how much tighter it had been only two nights before, now it was all sloppy and loose.
He shoved in a third finger; she groaned again. The rings he was carrying began to scrape the inside of her sore pussy, it hurt. And the fourth finger was worse, and he also had long, unkempt nails that wounded the tender pink flesh. Finally, with a painful twist and thrust forward, the thumb entered her pussy as well: all of Roy's fist had been inserted in Natasha's abused pussy. The young Russian top-model was being fisted by a Black gang member!
Roy looked at the man holding the TV camera, sweating. The older man grinned and said "Nice job, son.,.. Pump that hole, man. The white bitch deserves a good pumping, believe meand remember, she'd never allow you any of this, not for any money in the world" and Roy began to move his hand in her pussy, fucking her for good, outstretching it even more. It felt great! The smooth pussy flesh was like a moist glove around his rough fist, and her moans, emitted the best she could around the thick shaft now invading her mouth once again, were music for Roy.
Roy's fist shafted her soft pussy for ten minutes: she was gargling and groaning in pain and shame, he was sweating furiously, his cock aching for the excitation, and he pulled his hand out only when he was sure that his hand had further dilated, extended, ruined her soft fuck tunnel. There was some blood on his hand, when he finally popped it out of her overstitched cunt, but another boy was eager to take its place, and then another. Drunk as they all were, and having cum so many times each, they didn't really mind fucking her again, they really enjoyed fisting her; it was better to hear her moans, her painful squeals. It was great to torture sexually the young blonde, so the fist-fuck went on for an hour; she fainted a couple of times, when the pain became unbearable. After that, her pussy was really outstretched, a gaping hole that wouldn't close anymore.
They turned her on all fours again, and kept her there. Natasha didn't know what she could expect now; she just stayed there, humbled, scared, every part of her tender body abused, aching wildly. She felt a cool feeling and a hiss on her right buttock, but she didn't care. It didn't hurt. It was only when she felt the comment of the boys that she asked herself what had happened, and Roy showed it to her via a TV; she had heard then saying that she had to be 'branded', and now she knew how.
The 'artist' of their group had painted a nice hammer-and-sickle red sign on her right ass cheek with a red paint spray-can. They waited a few seconds that the paint was dry, then the artist looked and it and tried with a finger. It was dry, now. "It will not come off easily", he said, triumphantly, "not even in a car wash!" They all laughed, she was simply ashamed.
The father said at the end "Well, it's part of an education, son. Take the whore here, and get her around. You know where you can and can't go. and don't let the pigs get you. Sell her around, low fares, lot of tricks. You'll have some good fun. Hell, I'll get with you, too."
Natasha was summarily washed and had to put a new set of stockings; over there, only a small pink microdress that Johnny cut behind to allow an easier access to her buttocks.