Forced into a ghetto whore - Chapter 3

They walked out. Their old, battered sedan was in the street, and she was forced to enter in the back, squeezed between Johnny and Amos. Jessie drove, Roy was beside him.
They began to cruise slowly with the car, and it was clear that they were looking for someone or something. They arrived in front of a disco, or so it seemed from the mass of lights. Natasha was horrified at the idea that the for nigger boys would drag her into that huge, flashy disco to show to everybody that she was their slut. But their projects were different, even if not necessarily more agreeable for her.
They turned around the block. The hands of Roy and Amos were on her tits and crotch now, and, when they were turning, Roy unzipped his pants; his enormous black cock sprang out of the zipper. There was little to discuss: he took Natasha's head by her hair and forced her to bend on his crotch, to the right, taking his cock in her mouth. And they turned again, and again, but Natasha couldn't see, as she was bent on the boy's filthy crotch and sucking the swollen prick. His hands were toying with her tits, while Amos fingered her open pussy from the other side.
They stopped after a few minutes, and she heard Johnny talking fast and hard with someone on the outside. Then he pulled her head up from his cock so she could be seen by another man, a big, large Puerto Rican. "30?"
"30".
"Okay", the Puerto Rican said, giving Johnny a 50 bucks bill, "get her here"
Johnny hissed at her "You get down and suck his cock, there, in the alley. It's a blind alley, and if you try to run, this neighborhood will kill you immediately, if we don't get you first. Get down and work!"
She did three blowjobs in line, kneeling in the dirt alley like the worst of whores, huge loads of sperm being dumped in her mouth and face; cum dripped on her tits, drenching her tank top. At the end, when she was recalled in the car, it was 1 am, it was cold, Amos was counting $100 of her tricks and she was stinking so much that nobody, now, wanted her anymore. Plus, they had been ordered to get rid 'cleanly' of her.
They drove off to downtown, and Amos stopped in front of an all-night adult store. Natasha, stoned, appalled, but also resigned to any possible depravity, looked out of the car's window, and it was raining, but still, she could see the huge neon sign. "XXX Loops! Nude girls! Porn tapes! All at $9.99! The cheapest sleaze in town!" Looking at the signs, she felt even worse. That's what she was, Natasha thought, the cheapest sleaze in this town.
They let the car there, and Amos had her get out of the car with Roy. They entered together, the two Black thugs and the nice white girl, and the clerk knew that she had had a rough time with them. He grinned, while Natasha shivered at him, at the lewd thin man with a mustache.
Amos greeted the man at the counter, who looked with open lust at the blonde slut ; Amos grinned him, winked and said "Looking for some fine lingerie, man. Do you have any ?" "Sure" The man left the desk to a friend and took them to the basement, where there were thousands of porn cassettes, magazines and windows with lingerie. It was small, quite suffocating, she felt badly to be there with the niggers and the other man.
There were two other men in the basement: old pigs, of course, browsing through the aisles at the cassettes and magazines. They looked at her with open contempt, a white young whore with two nigger pimps. Her microskirt, the red lipstick and the freshly-fucked expression left little doubt on what the blonde teenager actually was: a ghetto whore, the lowest point in the scale. She felt their contempt, but also their obscene lust, while Amos took his pleasure in saying to the clerk "She needs some new stockings because she's been on her knees too much time, tonight." Natasha didn't even know where to look. Everywhere she tried to turn her eyes she saw only porn pictures of huge cocks penetrating pink, gaping pussies, jets of sperm, pierced assholes.
"We need white stockings, garter belt and bra, my friend. For a party" The clerk took off a few items, said "I give you this nice white bustiere, pal, it's gorgeous...", and pointed to a small room where she took off her minidress, got stark naked and put all the kinky stuff on.
In the cabin, with the excuse to 'size' the items, the clerk began to touch her tits and ass. After a few seconds, his fingers were sinking deeply in her soft white tit flesh, and, when she tried to protests and escape the groping, Amos said "Hey, cunt, don't move, he's a friend." So the clerk could 'work' her a little bit more, then went out to look for other stuff.
Amos was there to 'check' it, but, when she had only her stockings, panties and bustiere on, he opened the door to show the girl to the clerk. He looked up and down at the hapless blonde, that Amos made turn so to show her ass too, then decided that it would have been better to try a normal garter. Of course, he wanted to see her without panties.
Amos knew that, and, when the clerk was back with a pair of red garters and fishnet black stockings, he ordered her to change, but leaving the door open. Now the clerk looked at her, especially at her naked crotch and ass cheeks with open lust. Behind him, the two old pigs had got nearer, to take a peek of the girl; Amos liked to exhibit his property, so he said "Let's see better. Turn here, slut" and exited the room, leaving the door open so the other men could look at the naked girl. They made her turn to show her ass cheeks ; the garter framed them well, a strange small bra supported in a spectacular way her two big tits, and the show was really great.
"Boy, isn't good ?" the clerk grinned. "For a party, you said ?"
"Yes", grinned Amos, "and she is the main dish, man."
"I'd like a bit of it..."
"Let's see some other stuff." The two older pigs were on the door now, and Amos grinned "I can't see you very well, Natasha." He turned and looked at the other men.
"It's no use staying there.Get out of there. Come on, here!" Natasha was out of the cabin immediately. The two older pigs looked in amazement at the gorgeous young blonde, her big tits juggling softly, walking out of the small cabin's door and displaying her body at them.
"Isn't she nice, man" Amos said and was pleased to see that the two older pigs were staring at her with unmistakable lust. "Well, the slut here needs to buy this stuff, no? It's her working dress. But she needs money, as well. What's the price of it all?"
"60 bucks, man" the clerk sneered, sure that there would be a piece of that cute ass for him too, at the end.
"Yes, so she needs 60 bucks." Amos turned to the two older men. "Will you gentlemen help her?" The first one was slowly massaging the bulge in his pants. He said "Well, 30?"
"That's OK, 30 will buy a blowjob"
"That's it. Done" and the man slipped three 10 bills in Amos' hands and she went with him in a corner of the shop, where he could sit on a low stool and she had to kneel in front of him. His cock was not as big as Amos', but respectable enough all the same, and, if possible, even more smelly. But Natasha had to bow.
Luckily, after she'd lowered her lips on his prick, she felt that the man was more than ready. Circling her lips around that smelly white shaft, the blonde went down slowly, sucking on the cock and hoping for the best while Amos and the other pig, his cock in his hand now, were looking at the debasing position. A few minutes were enough; the man grunted and came in her mouth, shooting a cascade of thick, stringy cum over her tongue and lips, while she swallowed the best she could.
The man went limp a few seconds, but the other was impatient, so he had to stand up. While the second sat in front of the meek blonde, she heard the man saying "A good cocksucker, this baby. I was sure of that. When a blonde it's so all fucked up to get to be a whore for a Black like you, she must have been screwed by everyone in town. So she had better be good at sucking, no?"
While she began to bob slowly on the second pig's belly, she heard Amos answering "Yes, she's not bad. And she really sucks good cock. She can take any size now, you know everywhere." They laughed. And the second man, excited, began to hump forward, throwing his prick deeper in her mouth at each stroke. With a strangled voice, he asked to Amos "Is the girl any good at licking balls, too?" Amos grinned "She's very good, man. Just have her do it."
The pig was brutal: he knew he could do it, because her pimp had given him the authorization. She had no part in the decision. So he pulled her head up by the hair, then smashed her face down, so her pretty face was directly between his thighs and his big, flaccid pink balls were on her lips. Natasha had no choice: she licked all of the two hairy testicles, until the man, who was continuing to stroke his cock, decided to come, and accelerated his jerking off. He finally shot a load all over her face and used her long blonde hair as a Kleenex to clean his dripping cock.
Having cum, he didn't care much anymore and stood up immediately, like he really did only want to get out of there. She was ordered to stay on her knees, dripping cum from her face, while a third man came after the two had got out and wanted his part. And this last pig wanted all of her, a blowjob, then a quick fuck and finally her asshole, that he banged hard for a few minutes before filling it all once again with his hot sperm.
The clerk was chatting with Amos, always keeping an eye on the cabin. They couldn't see the man that had his cock being sucked, they had allowed him some privacy, but the round white buns of the kneeling Natasha was sticking out of the cabin and was obscenely exciting to see, especially as, from that position, they could see the red hammer-and-sickle painted on her bum.
"Do you use this girl often?" The clerk asked to Amos, that was now smoking a joint with the other two pals. Johnny had gone away, whispering him to get rid of the girl before morning, and he was determined to get the best money he could out of her.
"Nah, man, just a couple of days she's with us. Now what you think of her? Great meat, huh?"
"Yes, she's nice. If you let her here, tonight, we could share a few bucks."
"How much?"
The clerk shrugged, like he was just doing them a favor. "I'll keep her here. Men coming there are always horny, and everybody always love a blowjob, so we could have her suck all of them. at 30 bucks a suck, it could be a good business."
Amos tried to look indifferent, but he wanted that money. Only, he wanted more of it. "And if I leave her to you, period? I mean, I have another white whore like this one coming tomorrow, and I'm sick and tired of this Commie bitch. You give me 100 bucks and I leave her to you. I'd think you would get your bucks back."
"Sure, sure", the clerk said, his leering eyes flashing with greed and lust. He knew perfectly what he would do with a hapless Russian sex slave like that one. He said "Okay, nice. When and where do I have to free her? I mean, Sunday morning is fine for you?"
The black teenager didn't even think about that. He said "Oh, yes, . I think that the slut is in some posh Manhattan hotel, so just find someone who will dump her around there."
"I'll do that. But only if you promise that we'll do it better with your next girl. I mean, with some more time to use the slut, that's all."
"Done! And now, the 100 bucks" Amos extended the hand, they shook hands and the clerk slipped him a pair of $50 bills. The Blacks ran away, and the clerk remained alone, still looking at her ass protruding out of that squalid cabin, while a beastly groan signaled that the man was unloading in her mouth again. And sure as hell, he was out of the cabin in a second, zipping his pants, a satisfied look on his large face.
"This whore here sure sucks good cock, Bob!" he grunted to the clerk, and got out of the shop. "The niggers have trained her for good!"
Natasha had remained in the cabin, kneeling. When Bob, having locked the front door, got at her, he saw that she was limping on the seat. He pulled her gently over, and she turned at her. He noticed a thick string of spent cum oozing from her lips. But she was so beautiful. And, thinking she had been abused so much during the last few days, his cock grew instantly big and hard.
Now she had only a garter belt and her stockings on, all ripped. Bob allowed her a shower in the squalid, one-room flat he had behind the sex-shop back door. It was just an emergency hole to sleep into, but it would come handy for the night; she showered thoroughly, washed also her hair, and got out of the small shower at least not smelling like before. Natasha looked at him. Her eyes were red, full of tears; her face was desperate.
"Please, let me go. Please, I've done what you wanted" Not all of it, Bob thought, not yet, but he smiled.
"Of course. But you must be very kind to me, first. I'm the only one who didn't take you, tonight, and I'd want you now so you'll have to work a little, then we'll see. If you're good enough"
He was the first to promise to release her. There was a ray of hope, there so she tried to smile between the tears, and said "I'll be good. But I'm hungry very hungry."
"I'll let you eat, afterwards. Hell, I'll take you out for dinner, if you're good enough."
While she dried and combed her long blonde hair, Bob called a few times one phone number. At the end, the man he was searching answered, and listened with attention at his offer. They had an agreement; when he hooked the receiver, he was smiling.
Natasha, now, was almost as beautiful as before the rape. Her cheap perfume was sleazy, she had no panties and the garter and stockings was a whore's attire, but she was gorgeous all the same.
Bob had some other good ideas for the night. First of all, she made it clear that he had a gun and a knife, and was more than ready to use it on her if she wasn't 'good'. Then, he wanted a good blowjob again; it was another filthy work of humiliation for the Russian teenager, who had to kneel again in front of the couch where he was sitting, take his smelly shaft between her lips and pump it until it was hard and then shot down her gullet a mass of sticky sperm once again. It burned, in her empty stomach. It was 24 hours or more since she'd last eaten something at all, something that wasn't a load of cum.
After she had gulped his load, he relaxed. He tied Natasha at the couch, her hands pulled up and backwards, her legs well spread, so she was both immobilized and completely available, open.
"I'm hungry. Please, let me eat something"
The guy didn't even listen. It was late already, and he had no wish to hear her lamentations again. He only gave her some pills and a glass of water; she felt immediately in a sound sleep.
When she awoke, it was another day: it was Sunday morning. Natasha could tell it only because there was a TV giving some morning news at the end of the room, otherwise it was all exactly like the night before. The room had no windows, it was sealed from all parts and she was tied, spread-eagled as usual, to the large hard bed of her actual 'owner'.
"Good morning, little schoolgirl" the man sang mocking her when he heard the soft groan of the bound prisoner. Natasha felt a familiar wetness between her legs, her pussy being even more sore than before; the man had evidently raped her already once again.
Her pleas for food were ignored. The man gave her only a coffee, some more pills that awoke her for good and made her pussy trickle and shiver, forced her to put new garters and stockings, then tied her up again but fixing only her wrists to the bedposts, nothing else.
It was clear that he had plans for her, but the morning was quite calm; he only wanted a blowjob, that he enjoyed keeping a gun pointed at the head of the kneeling teenager. "Just in case you get some fancy ideas, cunt" he grinned, liking also the open terror of the girl while she sucked his shaft the best she could. The spurt in her mouth was thick, nauseatingly large, and flooded her tiny mouth to the brim. Natasha chewed on it slowly, trying to fight the gagging reflex, then, finally, swallowed it all.
During the rest of the day, she was raped again three times, by three different men that Bob took in the small room and, for 50 bucks, were let free to exploit her defenseless body as they wanted, flipping her up and down to have an easier access to her cunt and mouth, but especially to her young open asshole, that they all fucked long and hard. The three men, two white, one Puerto Rican, were all much older than she was, and liked very much her: the Hispanic was especially enthusiastic, licking her all the way on her neck, slobbering on her tits to leave a glistening trail of spit on her sore nipples, forcing her to use her tongue when he kissed her. It was disgusting, but she was not able to fight against it: since the morning she had been fed only whiskey and pills, she was dizzy, awake but with no possibility to react.
The older of the two white men was a real pig. He had her lick his asshole, then fucked her ass with two fingers and then, before sodomizing her, he claimed that she was 'dirty'. Bob, that was guzzling another beer while handing a video camera to get a good tape of the scene, said "Well, what do you expect from a 50-bucks Russian whore? She must have been on the streets since days now. Come on, for that price you won't find anything better anyway."
Then he went, and Bob forced her to have a good shower. Dirty as she was, she couldn't attract anybody. Finally, at 4 in the afternoon, the doorbell rang again, and he ran to open the door.
He was back after a minute. To her horror, Natasha saw two other men with him, an enormous Negro and a smaller white man, a hunchback really, with an awfully nasty face. In the dark of the room, she couldn't see much, but Bob turned on a switch and a strong white light flooded the small room. She hadn't even noticed the cameras and videos around; she noticed them now, and, at the same time, he looked at the Negro and had like a hit in the stomach. The man was huge, very tough-looking, but had also a big belly; he was obviously older than she was, probably 10 or 15 years older, and was missing half his face. It was horrible, sickening; but she had worst problems, now. The man was looking at her and had asked something in a language that was familiar, yes, it was Russian! She thought, having a lot of trouble even in thinking, stoned as she was.
"What's your name?" he was asking. No harm in answering, she thought. "Natasha. Natasha Pavlova."
"What's you doing here? Are you really a Playgirl?"
"Yes, I am."
"Was your father a soldier?"
"Yes"
"Rank?"
"He was a Captain."
The conversation, in Russian, let him no doubt. He got near; she tried to escape, to move, but there was no way. She was bound tight, her full body nude and available to his will.
The man was called George, his friend, David, and he was a nasty-looking white hunchback. Natasha had always despised hunchbacks as much as niggers.. George looked at Bob and said, in English "The whore is really Russian. She speaks Russian."
"Told you so"
He turned towards the girl, that was looking at him in fear. George scared her. His right hand, enormous, was on her right tit immediately; then descended to her crotch. His thumb folded, and went inside her cunt. He massaged her swollen clit slowly.
"You know what, Natasha? You're really what I was waiting since years. A good, honest piece of Commie ass." He pulled her ass a little, to see the hammer-and-sickle painted on her ass cheek. "And branded. Fine."
He looked at her almost kindly. Then his left hand balled in a fist, and let go the fist in her belly. A powerful, nasty hit, that let her breathless, and scared to death, even more than before. A second hit, a third.
"You know what, whore? I've been in Vietnam. You see my face? It was a nice young Russian officermaybe your father. With a hammer. You know, I've been waiting years to find the right whore. To have the right vengeance. Probably I shall not hurt your beautiful face too much" he said, cupping her chin and forced her tear-stained face upwards, to look at his eyes, "but this depends also on you."
"I'll do anything you want, sir, I swear" she said, crying, "all you want"
"And to my friend, of course!"
"Yes, of course, to you all. But please do not hurt me please"
Another hard slap. The man enjoyed seeing her face turn violently under his hit, and her large tits wobbling. George cupped her tit again, but this time his thumb and forefinger clipped her nipple, sore from the previous abuse, and began to squeeze. Natasha cried, large tears rolling down her cheeks; the man squeezed harder, his fingers were like a vice around the small bit of flesh. He turned it slowly, painfully, enjoying her cries, then let it go and came back to slapping her tits on the side, enjoying the sideways wobbling of the huge milk bags.
Finally, Natasha, which was keeping her eyes shut, heard a zipper being opened. That's it again, she thought, but she felt relieved. When they gave her their dirty cocks to suck, they almost never hit her.
But that was a monster. His cock was the worst she'd ever seen, even after the three-days-long gang-bang she had been subjected to. It was hardening, going up, and it was 10" long at least, thick as a forearm, all knotty and with a nasty kink in the middle.
He grinned, looking at the defenseless blonde looking in despair at his cock. "Don't worry, young Commie bitch", he grumbled, "it will go in all the way."
Bob unlocked her wrists from behind, so she could lie on the couch lengthwise. The nigger gave her his cockhead to lick, and she did it. The head was huge, thick, purple; it was stinking, but she didn't care. The Black man scared her as hell, so she didn't want to make him nastier with her. Natasha began to pluck that huge, plum-sized cockhead, then, as the man began to push forward, let it slid in her mouth. It had been almost virgin until two days ago; since then, her mouth had been violated by so many cocks that she simply didn't care about it anymore. The hunchback began to work disgustingly on her tits, licking her nipples. It was even worse than licking that horsecock, Natasha thought, having that monster's tongue on her body.
The nigger began to pump her mouth slowly, sending half of that enormous shaft in her oral cavity at each stroke. To her amazement, the black shaft grew even bigger, until it was difficult to breathe, but he continued to pound her lips with slow accuracy until he was satisfied of the size and hardness of his tool, so he suddenly took it off her face, pulled her up like she was a feather and threw her on the couch, legs widely splayed. He adjusted her beautiful body so Bob could photograph the rape, let the clerk fix her wrists over her head again, and knelt between her long, splayed thighs.
He shoved two fingers up her snatch, crudely, enjoying the painful groan of the girl, who arched, spasming. The size of his fingers didn't matter very much, as her cunt had been thoroughly torn open in those days of rape and it was gaping, drooling sperm at each movement; but the inner walls were sore, so any friction was very painful. And the man insisted, because he enjoyed her pain. Then he took the fingers out of her pussy and put the cockhead before her spread, battered labia, beginning to push forward.
This time, size mattered. Even if she had lubed the black shaft with her spit, and her cunt was enlarged and full of sticky fluids anyway, the width of the black cock was simply too much for her: she moaned in pain when that enormous cock began to stretch her pussy even more than she had been during the two days' rape.
Of course, he simply continued to push forward, continuously, thrusting slowly but unceasingly, and at the same time mauling her tits, drooling on her face and nipples. When he felt the pain spasms of her overstretched cunt, and began to appreciate her writhing, he began to pound it even harder; after a few minutes he was sweaty for the muscular effort required to break apart that young pussy, but he liked it. He liked the idea to tear open a young, expensive-looking white pussy, and he didn't stop his pounding until his cock was finally embedded in her fuck hole to the hilt, and he couldn't go further simply because his cockhead was now stopped by her cervix. There was no way to push it further, and it hurt like hell.
So he began to pump her snatch for good, always slowly, but taking it two-thirds out at each stroke, and then plunging it in much faster to the balls, enjoying the helpless squeal of pain that Natasha invariably emitted when he arrived at the end. He was sweating like a hog, now, and his sweat was dropping on her while he drooled on her face and nipples.
After a few minutes and several pictures, he pulled his cock out and turned her on her belly, throwing her on the couch's side cushions so her nice, round ass was sticking out, round, inviting, her ass cheeks spread for his pleasure. This position allowed him an easier access to her torn pussy, and there she went immediately, plunging it all deeper than before and enjoying her distressed gurgle, and permitted to his friend and to Bob to begin to play with her again, sticking their cocks in her mouth again, in turns, shafting her lips for good. Her tits were hanging down, now, and the hunchback didn't lose the opportunity to fondle them.
Taken by both sides, again, Natasha tried her best to manage the three cocks to her torturers' pleasure, because she knew that, if they weren't happy, they would have been very nasty with her. They weren't the Black boys horny, but quite naive, that had raped her in the dump: and they weren't as 'soft' as the four older white and Spanish men she had orally serviced in the last hours. Those three were sex-crazy brutes, at least one of them being a war criminal, a crazed veteran looking for a revenge. She had to do her best, otherwise they could simply kill her, and nobody would ever even know it.
So she sucked on those two white cocks willingly, and when Bob ordered her to smile for the camera she smiled, to allow a good view of her happy face while sucking on the other man's hairy balls.
The pounding of George's monstrous cock was continuing, steadily, unendingly. He looked perfectly relaxed while he was tearing apart her poor pussy, each thrust sending fits of pain in her brain and making some spent cum squirting out of it; because of the huge size of that cock, her pussy was glued to it like a glove, a soft, wet, hot glove, and he liked it, even if he had already noticed that she had been 'loosened' somehow, and she didn't feel as tight as some young girls he had raped before.
Anyway, he continued to pound her defenseless pussy for ten, then twenty minutes. He liked raping the young Russian almost as much as the other two loved to shaft her mouth. Fucked by both sides, she had little choice but obey, and be happy if they would be content of that.
The first one to spurt was David, and he did, for the benefit of Bob's camera, in her full face. The creamy shot landed on her beautiful face and dripped all along her nose and cheek, then she had to lick it clean while Bob proceeded to cum on her lips as well, letting a huge ring of white sticky jizz around it.
But George still wanted more, and decided he could not keep it for longer only after some more 15 minutes. He finally erupted in her ass crack and snatch, spewing a big load all around there, making it all drip down over her battered pussy lips.
It was clearly impossible to believe that it was all over, and she was let to slide on the couch for a few minutes, resting a bit, only because they wanted to recover their forces. She didn't even listen to what they were saying, chatting together.
Then Bob came at her and flipped a switchblade open, looking intently at her. She gasped, with a movement that caused her tits to wiggle seductively. "What what are you doing?"
"I am doing what I feel to do, slut. Now I'll give you a chance to be released. Want to get back to your hotel and forget it all?"
"Sure" she whispered.
"So, now, you'll make a nice good movie. You're an actress, I gather. And if you're good enough, we'll let you free."
"Really?" she whispered, unbelieving.
"Really. Want to try?"
"Yes, please. I'll do anything."
"So, first of all, put this stuff on, carefully."
The stuff she threw at her, after she had combed a little, was a red garter belt, a pair of black fishnets, red pumps, an elastic red miniskirt and top.
"You'll come here and dance for my friends, George here and David." The two men were seated on the couch now, both with their cocks in hand, stroking. "They will ask you to strip; you'll do it. Clear?"
"Clear" she said, putting on the garter and stockings.
"Then they'll offer you money to suck their cocks, and else. And you'll do it."
"Oh, please. " she tried to say, but Bob stopped her, just waving the switchblade in front of her eyes. "We could choose other options, you know. Cutting you to pieces, for example"
She began to dance, and Bob told her how she had to do. I'll splice it up afterwards, he thought. "Turn here show yer ass them okay, now smile smile at the camera. Tell me you could strip for money." She did.
"Now turn at them. Raise the skirt smile and tell them it's all available for 50 bucks." Smiling the best she could at George, she repeated his words.
"Now say: I need money, sir, would you like to make me work for it?" She repeated the obscene words, and George grumbled "Why not, slut I offer you 50 bucks to lick my cock."
Natasha hesitated, and Bob urged her. "What are you waiting for? Thank him for his kindness. Say you'd do more, or I'll begin to cut, stupid sow!"
Finally, she understood that it wasn't the moment to be shy. She smiled: the camera was filming it all. "Oh, thank you, sir, you're very kind I really need the money. I'll suck your cock, thanks!" and she slipped out of her dress, bent on the monster Black man, that shoved 50 bucks in her garter belt, and then folded on her knees, beginning to suck his immense cockhead immediately. When George was ready to get at her again he kicked her to have her fall on the floor, David forced her to crawl between the nigger's huge splayed thighs and she had to plunge her face at the bottom, to lick his balls.
George's testicles were black and hairy, very big, and she began to rotate her tongue around them with all her gentleness. George appreciated her licker, and pushed forward so her face was actually embedded under his crotch. He liked it, and liked it even more when David decided to have a go at her pussy as well, and, having straightened her legs, inserted her cock in her moist snatch.
His shaft was not as big as George's, and in Natasha's freshly-raped cunt was feeling really loose. He pumped her hard for a while, but his specialty was another: he erupted with another huge load, and the camera could record the sperm dripping in dense, almost solid chunks out of her ripped pussy. But it was clear that the hunchback wanted more. He handed 20 dollars more to her, then pulled out of her cunt and pointed the cockhead of her once-again hard shaft to her sore asshole, pushing forward as hard as possible.
Natasha groaned in desperate pain; her ass had been raped so many times that it was actually hurting as hell. But she had no way to stop the little nasty man to push forward, so she could only clench her teeth and let the hard meat tube plunge in her bowels.
David ploughed her ass for a few minutes, but it was clear that it wasn't his favorite way to defile the young girls he could lie his hands upon; at the first hint that George wanted to swap, he extracted his shit-dirtied cock and, after the huge Negro had turned her on all fours again, he got with his cockhead in front of her face and shot another huge glob in her mouth and face.
Bob laughed "You're really some spunker, my friend! You always seem to produce a lot of jizz!"
David smiled. "My problem is that I have too much of it, man. I have to jerk off five or six times a day just for emergency relief, you know."
"Well, now you have a better way to dispose of it"
They all laughed, while George came back at her exposed, defenseless cunt and plunged his cock sickly, in a single stroke, all up her raped hole.
Bouncing her round white buns from behind, the nigger continued the abuse of the young Russian probing her asshole with one finger. Her groans of pain delighted the man, who humped her even more strongly; then he draped her on a part of the couch and pointed his cock again at her ass crack, but, this time, a little over her snatch: at her asshole.
She shivered in terror: that immense shaft would kill her for sure! Natasha tried to protest, but Bob showed her the blade and she froze. George asked, sweetly "Do you think that an additional 30 bucks will help you in releasing your asshole, Natasha?" She bowed. "Oh, yes, thank you" she whispered, following Bob's precise orders, "Thank you."
George shoved the 30 bucks in her garter, then began to push his immense cock in her hole: he fed one inch, then it bounced back. He insisted; Natasha began to weep.
George grumbled "too much for your tiny asshole, baby? Want me to stop and come back to your pussy? I'd take back the 30 bucks I paid for your ass, remember" she was also forced to say "Oh, please, no. I need the money. Please, go on" and he pushed forward, harder. The immense black shaft began to sink in her asshole, slowly, painfully; she squealed lowly, and tears ran down her cheeks while the enormous shaft plunged in her bowels. It was like being fisted in the ass; Bob, sweating, had his cock hard again looking at the poor Russian being penetrated by that enormous black shaft. Every stroke he gave forward, she squealed, and every time he pulled back the rod was always more shining, covered in juices. And blood.
Her asshole began to bleed after half of George's pole was in: the blood from her ripped sphincter began to drip down her inner thighs, and draw red lines down her legs, arriving to the top of her stockings. She fainted, but the hunchback knew how to awaken her, and, having his cock rock-hard again, he simply went in front of her face and plunged his shaft in her mouth all the way, in a complete deep-throat, and then pinched her nose to shut it. The absence of air awoke her immediately; gasping for air, she was forced to suck on it again, then, when George began to plunge his immense coal-black shaft in her asshole vertically, almost from above, David decided it was time to have other fun, and sneaked behind her raped buns.
As George was by now raping her from above, and his cock was ploughing her bowels vertically, her pussy was open, available, accessible. David, helped by his diminutive size, kneeled behind the two, pointed the cock at her gaping pussy and shoved it in. To his dismay, she didn't react; she was too distracted by the unbearable pain in her asshole to notice another shaft in her cunt, especially after that cunt had been bored open by that immense cock.
They enjoyed the double penetration for good, both pumping her from behind, and when George finally flooded her rectum with his cum and retreated, David took his place to add his own cum to his friend's.