Chapter Eleven:
He had Sandra drive, giving her directions. First, he had her pull off the
road, into the parking lot of a nearby large drug store. As she pulled into a
parking spot, she asked sarcastically, "Are we going to do it in the car?"
Joshua looked at her, keeping his thoughts off his face. He was thinking
that she would be paying dearly for a number of her comments so far today.
"I'll be right back."
In about five minutes, Joshua returned to the car and threw a store
shopping bag on the back seat. He gave Sandra additional directions. In about
30 minutes of mostly silent driving, they reached their destination. They
pulled up in front of a small house, on a quiet street of other small and older
type houses. They were in a decidedly black area, near the central part of
town. Joshua retrieved his package from the back seat.
Joshua led her to the front door. He opened it and led her inside.
She found herself in a dimly lit living room with older furniture. But her
attention was focused only on the other occupants of the room. There were five
people there, all young black men, about Joshua's age. They stared back at her
in obvious surprise.
Joshua said, "Hey, guys, this is Sandra. Sandra, this is Ray, Lawrence,
Charles, Rashid and James."
The young men continued to stare at their blonde visitor. They were
visibly startled by her presence in their midst.
Sandra turned to Joshua. "What are we doing here?," she asked in an
irritated tone. She was upset. After committing herself to the afternoon's
rendezvous, she wanted to do it, before she lost her nerve. But her new found
confidence, was about to receive another jolt.
Joshua smiled at her. "I'm going to let my friends finish the job of
teaching you what a worthless slut you are. You're going to find out that your
only use is to let a bunch of niggers use you any way they want."
He turned to his friends. "OK, guys. How about a white pussy party?"
There were murmurs and exclamations of surprise and delight. Several of
them laughed.
"Hey, Josh, you for real...man, I've never had no white pussy before...she
looks fine...I bet she sucks dick..." These and other comments chorused from the
men as they stood and came closer. Sandra started to take a step back, but
Joshua held a firm grip on her arm.
"You shouldn't have opened your mouth to me, Sandra. You want to go ahead
and dis someone, you need to be ready for some consequences."
There was excited laughter, and exclamations of delight. Sandra stared at
the men. Three were of average size and build. One was grotesquely overweight
, who she was soon to find out was Rashid. And one looked like he must have
been a basketball player. This was Lawrence. He towered well over Joshua.
All the men were looking at her with open leers, and open hunger.
Joshua said, "You can do whatever you want with her. But I've got a few
plans to get our party started. She likes to think she's in control of things.
I'm going to get that thought right out of her pretty blonde head. Then I'll
turn her completely over to you guys, OK?"
There were indications of quick assent from everyone. Sandra knew that
they couldn't wait to set upon her. She sensed they were like a pack of savage
animals, smelling blood. She was in a numb state of shock. But despite that,
there was still a core of defiance within her. She knew that she was physically
helpless in their hands. They could do whatever they wanted with her. She knew
she was going to be abused and degraded, as she had been with Joshua, multiplied
by five times. But even though she was physically unable to prevent what was
about to happen to her, she determined that they wouldn't touch that inner core
of independence and strength, which she had exulted in since Joshua's rape of
her. But even this last bastion of strength and defiance was about to be
quickly and completely shattered.
Joshua told them to lead her to the bathroom, which they did. As they led
her, various hands began grabbing at her. Hands clutched crudely at her breasts
and her ass, and at her crotch.
They all went to the bathroom. It was crowded with the presence of seven
bodies.
"Hey, fellas, keep your hands off of her for a few minutes. We've got some
prepatory business to take care of."
He turned to Sandra.
"Take your jeans off."
Sandra stared hopelessly at him, looking for some sign of mercy. She only
saw signs of determination and anger. There was also a look of anticipation.
After a moment, she reached down and removed her sandals, one by one. The
young men were looking with avid interest at her, and at every move she made.
Now there were comments about her pretty feet, and about her red-polished
toenails. Sandra tried to block all the comments from her mind. She unbuttoned
her jeans, and pulled them slowly down her long, lovely legs, to the
accompaniment of more lewd commentary and laughter.
They're all having a great time, she thought woodenly. Then one of them
called out, "The panties, bitch, we want to see some pussy." There was more
laughter. Sandra looked at Joshua.
"They do need to come off, Sandra."
Sandra hopelessly pulled the panties down to her ankles, and off her feet.
There were more comments, but they were ratcheted up in intensity, as they
looked at her pussy.
Then Rashid, the fat one, came over and began rubbing his hand roughly
between her legs.
"Rashid, wait man. I told you, first we've got to teach her to just lay
back and enjoy what we're going to be doing, and not to fight us. And I've got
just the thing."
Joshua opened the bag from the drug store, and pulled out some kind of
contraption. Sandra gave it a puzzled look, and then gasped as she realized
what it was.
"Hey, Lawrence, I need you to kind hold this thing up, about chest high.
Then start squeezing it when I tell you." Joshua handled the tall young man a
bag, which sloshed.
"Sandra, I need you to straddle the toilet, and face the wall. It says
this thing is supposed to produce results in two to fifteen minutes, according
to the package." He smiled mockingly at her. She shuddered.
"Please, I know I can't stop you from doing whatever you're going to do.
Just go ahead and do whatever you and your friends want. I'll do whatever you
say."
"I told you, Sandra, I know you'll do whatever we want. But when my
friends are doing their thing, I want you to know what a worthless slut you are.
And one way to show how worthless you are, is to let this group of poor old
niggers see you take a shit."
There were even some gasps from the gang of men surrounding her, as they
understood the purpose of Joshua's device, and what it would do to their
captive.
In hopeless despair, Sandra turned around and straddled the commode.
"OK, babe, now spread your cheeks."
Sandra spread her buttocks apart. Her anus was now open to everyone's
view. There were gasps, laughter and lewd catcalls, as they all gathered around
for a closer look at Sandra's anus. The group of young black men couldn't
believe that this stunning blonde was standing in front of them, exposing
herself. Sandra wasn't particularly bothered by her forced lewd display. She
knew she was about to supply all these men with a far more humiliating
exhibition than opening her asshole to their nasty, and increasingly horny gaze.
Joshua turned to his friends. "I need a volunteer to put this hose up
Sandra's ass. Any takers?" Of course they all wanted to. Joshua gave the job
to Rashid. He took the thin hose, looked at the dispenser, the tip of which he
would be inserting in their helpless victim's asshole, and laughed. It looked
like a thin version of a penis, a Caucasian colored one.
Rashid grinned and went up behind Sandra. He kneeled down, his face inches
from her completely exposed asshole. "You better spread 'em, wide, honey. I
don't want this hurting you any. I may be hurting you later, though, when I put
something different up there."
He and the others laughed There was constant chatter from the men. They
were talking to themselves, and they were also addressing comments to Sandra.
She wasn't registering anything they were saying. She was still in too
much dread of what was going to be done to her, and what she would then be doing
in front of these thugs. Sandra spread her cheeks to afford the maximum
exposure to the fat young man, who was staring avidly at her asshole. He then
slowly inserted the tube into her anus, and pushed it in until it would go no
further. He looked up at Joshua. "That's as far as it'll, go, man."
"OK, Lawrence, you hold the bag steady up there. Sandra, the instructions
say this is strong stuff. It's mineral oil. They suggest maybe using only half
of this the first time. But considering all the shit you gave me earlier, I
think you can use it all."
And with that, he signaled Lawrence to begin squeezing the bag steadily.
He did so, until the complete contents emptied out the bag, through the tube,
and into Sandra's anus.
Sandra took a deep breath. As horrible as it was going to be when the
mineral oil produced its' results, it was now inevitable. Sandra felt almost a
sense of comfort. She understood that when something one hates and fears
actually happens, it probably can't be as bad as anticipation makes it. She
idly thought that this might be true of the gang rape in which she would soon be
the star performer. She hoped so, anyway.
As she stood there, the men still looking at her ass, and still talking
excitedly about her, and to her, she remembered the way she had responded to
Joshua. She vividly remembered her overwhelming responses while being
subjugated to his will. She didn't want that to happen today. Let them do
their worst, she thought. Whatever sadistic pleasure they get in using me
today, it doesn't have to affect who I truly am, she resolved to herself.
As if her private thoughts were a cue to these men, some of them came over,
and began rubbing their hands over her ass, and grabbing at her breasts as best
they could, through her sweater and bra. Other hands began to fondle her crotch,
and someone was enjoying running his fingers through her covering of thin blonde
curly hair. Her physical position afforded them the perfect opportunity to have
their way, as everyone waited for the enema to work. Sandra was leaning over
the toilet. Her hands were on the wall, above her head. She found cause for
amusement: no one tried touching her inside the crack of her ass. Poor timing
would be embarrassing for them, too!
"Sandra, when you feel the need to shit, it's going to be fast. Make sure
you squat over the toilet, we don't want to be cleaning up any mess. Do we
guys?" There was a burst of laughter, but the groping, probing hands continued
to do their thing. But Sandra sensed a change in their attitude. When Joshua
first told them they could use her, all they wanted was to fuck her. Now,
however, she realized that there was an excited desire to see what was about to
happen to her. Sandra had a sudden fear: what if she reacted to this visible
degradation of her body, the same way she had responded to Joshua? What if she
took some kind of perverted pleasure in being watched while she was being
degraded? She had never even felt comfortable when any of her previous lovers
were nearby when she peed. No, she, thought, it would be impossible for her to
be that sick! Please, no, she thought. That would be too much to bear.
Without warning, it happened. She felt a sudden roiling in her belly. She
quickly squatted above the toilet. Her bowels then emptied itself in a rush.
Both the sound and the odor hit Sandra forcefully. She heard the whooping
laughter of the watching men.
What she feared, began to happen. As her body continued to void its'
wastes, she became acutely conscious of the eyes of this group of strangers
focusing on her anus, which was spread open due to her squatting position. She
felt a tingling of excitement at the thought that she was supplying them with an
experience that no other woman had ever given them. This incipient excitement
started to turn to actual pleasure, at the thought these black men were
especially enjoying the spectacle of a white woman being made to perform the
most private of bodily functions in front of them. She knew, beyond any doubt,
that this spectacle had to be a turn-on for them: a woman of a "superior" class,
a woman of a race that considered itself superior to these men, was shitting in
front of them, and doing so with results that were loud, stinking and perfectly
visible to her tormentors..
Sandra also realized that there was a sensation of actual sensuous
pleasure, due to the sense of purely physical release she was experiencing, as
her body continued to expel her waste.
Then she heard Joshua's voice: "No matter how much you might think it,
guys, don't ever believe that a white woman's shit don't stink." The response
was raucous laughter.
As the expelling of her shit dwindled to an occasional drop of liquid
matter, Joshua told her to start wiping herself with the toilet paper next to
the commode. Sandra hadn't anticipated this particular degradation. She was
going to be wiping her ass in front of them. It would be part of the overall
entertainment she would be providing today. She realized that the process of
humiliation would be an ongoing one, one demeaning humiliation flowing naturally
into another. She began wiping her ass. It seemed to take almost half the
roll, before she felt halfway clean.
"Now you can take off the rest of your clothes, babe. Not because these
horny niggers want to see your titties, which of course they do, but because
you need to take a shower. I know that that hole you just used is going to be
used other ways this afternoon. And no one wants to be putting their dicks into
a shitty hole."
Sandra turned around wearily, and realized that this extreme emptying of
her bowels had left her legs weak. She wondered if this was part of Joshua's
game plan too, not just to degrade her by such a performance as she just
provided, but to reduce her capacity for any physical resistance. If so, his
plan had worked. She felt weak as a kitten. She would be putty in their hands.
As a matter of fact, even though she knew what would be happening when she was
on her back shortly, all she wanted to do was lay down.
Sandra pulled her sweater over her head, to more catcalls. She then
performed that physical motion that can transfix any man. She put her arms
behind her, and unclasped her bra, leaning forward slightly. For a brief
moment, the cups fell halfway down her breasts, and then she shrugged out it.
For the first time since Joshua told them what would be happening, there
was complete silence. The gang (which is how she thought of them, they weren't
individual people) stared in hunger at her breasts. Joshua had waited for this
moment, knowing how spectacular her breasts were. He was gratified by the
overwhelmed admiration his friends showed at seeing them.
Then the moment of silence was over, as all five of the gang came over to
grope her. Sandra could never have imagined five pairs of hands grabbing her
all at once. They were rubbing and kneading her breasts, and tweaking her
quickly stiffened nipples. It seemed to go on forever, but after a couple of
minutes, Joshua told them to back off. "This bitch needs to clean herself, and
then you guys can do whatever you want to her." They backed off. Joshua
grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the shower.
"Can you do it yourself, or do you need some help? We would have a bunch
of volunteers."
Sandra ignored him, and stepped into the shower. Even the shower would be
part of the show apparently. All the men but Joshua crowded around the shower
doors, which they had opened a few feet. Apparently they didn't' mind the floor
getting wet, if they could continue to observe Sandra's nude body. They were
turned on by her now wet body, and by the soap she lathered over her breasts and
pubic area.
Sandra shuddered involuntarily at how aroused they would be by the time the
real action began. She trembled at a vision of them attacking her with the
ferocity of feral animals. As if to validate this thought, one of the gang
yelled over the sound of the shower, "Get that asshole good, bitch, make sure
it's clean for us." The rest laughed. Sandra decided there wasn't much point
to delaying things any further. If she did, they would probably just yank her
out of the shower.
She stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel off the nearby rack.
Hands began pawing at her immediately, before a voice said, "Let her get dry, so
we can fuck her." One of the others replied, "What the fuck difference, man,
we'll be getting her wet all over again anyway." More laughter, but the hands
withdrew.
Suddenly Joshua was there. He told them to bring Sandra with them. They
all went back out to the living room.
Sandra saw that some of them had taken the time to move a full size
mattress out to the center of the floor. She guessed that this room was larger
than the bedroom, and it would afford everyone - everyone but her - more freedom
of movement, and better vantage points. No one would have to miss any of the
action.
Joshua addressed them. "How do you guys want to go about this?"
One of them , Charles she thought it was, said, "Let's just take turns."
Joshua shook his head in mock sorrow.
"You guys have some terrific pussy here, and you can't do any better than
that? This needs some thinking about. How about this? One of us starts working
on her, to get her in the right... mood. Take my word for it guys, she likes to
fuck black cocks, if you put her in the mood. Once she's in the right mood, you
can fill every hole she's got."
Joshua turned and looked right at Sandra. "There are five of you. She
has a cunt, an asshole and a mouth. Plus, two hands. She could pleasure all
five of you at the same time. What do you think?" There was a chorus of
enthusiastic assent.
Then one voice called out, "Who gets to puther in the right mood, huh,
Josh?" There was laughter, but also eager anticipation.
"Tell you what. Let me mull that over, while we start to get ready.
Sandra, get your ass down there. Then you guys, get undressed and get around
all sides of the mattress. Let her take a look at all those nasty black dicks
she's going to be getting to know so much more intimately." There was more
laughter, and they all started to take their clothes off.
Sandra, meanwhile, sat down on the mattress.
Joshua looked at her. "On your back, babe. Then spread those legs open,
and pull your feet up to your ass."
She did as she was ordered, and by then all five men were standing at
various positions around the bed, staring down at her.
"Why don't you guys start playing with those dicks, so Sandra here can see
how much she's going to enjoy your equipment?"
Joshua then quickly left the room.
They grinned, and all of them grabbed their cocks, and began stroking them.
Sandra looked at the men standing around and above her. They were looking down
at her with undisguised lust. She shuddered visibly as she saw the dark, now
rigid penises, which would be using every orifice she had.
She remembered how turned on Joshua had gotten her, and wondered if there
was any possibility that these men would force her to enjoy her own degradation.
Because of the obvious crudity of these thugs, she was pretty sure she would be
safe from the ultimate humiliation of enjoying her own rape. However, she
failed to anticipate the full extent of Joshua's creativity.
Joshua returned, carrying two pillows. He kneeled down next to her. "Lift
your ass, Sandra." She did, and he placed the pillows under her. He regarded
her for a moment, then smiled and pushed her knees further apart.
Her pelvis was elevated. With her legs spread open, her pink vulva was now
lewdly exposed to the men. They had gotten even more aroused by this
positioning. She knew she was showing them what an old boyfriend had once
described to her as a beaver shot. Her labial lips were exposed, as was her
anus.
With a shock of horror and nausea, she realized it was starting to happen
again. She felt the initial stirrings of excitement.
She was showing them everything about herself, revealing every intimate
part of a woman's body which strangers had no right to see.
She was the entire focus of their most basic animal drives. Every one of
them could only think of what they wanted to do to her.
Sandra couldn't believe herself. Her determined resolve to maintain the
integrity of her internal resistance was already rapidly dissipating.
Every one of these men staring so avidly at her, wanted nothing in the
world now but to use her, to take turns using her in every way a woman's body
could be used. She knew there was an extra thrill and sadistic pleasure they
would be getting because they were black and she was white. Her awareness of
how that central fact was turning them on even more, was making her juices start
to flow. She was turning herself on as she visualized herself as a young white
woman, about to be ruthlessly used by a pack of black men.
She looked again at the men surrounding her, at their dark bodies, holding
their rigid and bouncing erections in their hands. She knew that in some part
of her mind, she was beginning to desire what was about to happen to her.
Sandra felt a sudden hunger for those cruel looking dark penises to begin
using her. This was a feeling she first discovered during Joshua's abasement of
her. She felt it again now, just as strongly. She was terrified by what was
going to happen to her. Terrified, but she also couldn't help wanting it to
happen. Her reveries were shattered by Joshua's voice.
He had been giving serious thought to how this should go, ever since
leaving the college with Sandra. He wanted it to be just right. And just right
meant more than Sandra being violated in every possible way. She had to once
again had be made to enjoy being used like a slut. He wanted her to be treated
like the cheapest, most compliant of whores, and - most important - to be made
to enjoy being treated that way. He couldn't have imagined that this was already
starting to happen to her.
Joshua had decided that of all his buddies, Rashid would be the most
repugnant to Sandra. He was grotesquely fat. He was unattractive even to women
of his own race. He only infrequently bathed. He was also crude, as he tried to
sound especially gross and raunchy when it came to talking about, or to, women,
as if to make up for his real shyness with them.
"Rashid, you're going to have the honor of leading off here. But till that
pussy is lathered, and we have her begging for it, I want you to just do what I
tell you. Trust me, you'll still enjoy yourself. Go ahead and straddle her,
and let her look at you."
Rashid grinned in lewd expectation, and went onto the mattress and stood
over Sandra. He looked down at her, still grinning, and began masturbating.
His penis was unusually thick, as might have been guessed from his obesity.
However, it was also long, dwarfing all the male organs she had known, prior to
Joshua's.
"Take a look at this big, black motherfucker, bitch. Looks good, don't it?
Don't worry, you'll get all you want," he gloated, as he looked down at her.
Joshua had figured it perfectly. Sandra looked up at the fat youth with
disgust as well as apprehension. In looking at his penis, she couldn't avoid
seeing that enormous, disgusting belly. Despite this instinctive reaction, she
unconsciously spread her legs even further apart. Joshua smiled slightly, and
Rashid's grin split his moon face.
Joshua got on the mattress and kneeled down next to Sandra. He looked up
at Rashid.
"Get down between her legs." Rashid hurried to do it.
"OK, I want you to start massaging up and down the sides of her cunt. Up
one side, and down the other, slowly."
Rashid started to rub his fingers in her cunt, as Joshua had instructed.
Up and down, then to the other side, and all over again. Over and over,
and Joshua stared intently at Sandra's face all the while. She had closed her
eyes as soon as Rashid started. After a couple of minutes, Joshua saw her chest
begin to rise and fall, faster and deeper. Her breathing was noticeably
audible.
"OK, Rashid, spread her cunt lips open, and hold 'em open for a minute.
The rest of you guys, come on in closer, so you can get a good look at some
white pussy.
There was laughter, and everyone closed around.
Rashid had pulled her labial lips wide apart. Sandra's now open channel
glistened visibly. Joshua called out softly, "Sandra, open your eyes, it's not
polite to ignore so many young men doing you the honor of staring at your
pussy."
Sandra opened her eyes. She looked at Joshua, then at the men who had
gathered around to enjoy the lewd display.
Joshua suddenly reached over, delicately lifted a fold of flesh, and
exposed her clitoris. There were murmurs of excitement and admiration from the
other men.
Sandra thought about all these strangers, looking at her spread open like a
common whore. She couldn't help herself. She started to get excited at being
forced to display herself for their pleasure and amusement.
She was in the throes of powerful, yet contradictory emotions. Sandra had
an intense awareness of her total helplessness and vulnerability. She was in
the hands of men who could, and would, make her service every gross and
perverted desire that would occur to them.
At the same time, she felt an exhilarating sense of power over them. All
they could think of was her. Every physical sensation and emotion they were
experiencing right now was because of the lewd sight of her, as she lay at their
feet. Nothing in their lives had the intense reality of her presence in their
midst.
Rashid suddenly laughed. "Josh, she is getting lathered."
The men got even closer. Yes, Sandra's vulva was visibly wet.
"Rashid, go ahead and keep rubbing her."
As he resumed, Sandra couldn't help herself. She began to softly moan. She
didn't want to help herself.
She was looking through, not at, all the men around her. Her whole
attention was centered on Rashid's manipulation of her labia.
Rashid, that fat, crude, repulsive thug, was forcing her to lather herself,
against her will! She didn't care though, because his fingers were producing
magic intensity between her legs. She began to push her vulva forwards, to meet
his fingers.
Then, on his own, Rashid took her clitoris between two fingers, and started
rotating it between them.
Sandra moaned loudly. She arched her back in response to the intense
waves of sensation flooding between her legs. Her clitoris stiffened. Her
vaginal secretions were noticeably flowing and thickening.
She heard the others laughing, and high-fiving each other, as they saw her
arousal to the manipulations of Rashid's fingers. Their laughter got her even
more excited. Sandra was performing for them. She got more aroused every time
they responded to her performance. She pictured in her mind what she looked
like, moaning and moving her pelvis, as Rashid toyed with her.
She knew this must have been particularly amusing to the others, because
Rashid was probably the only one among them who never got any action from women.
Sandra was right.
Rashid was painfully shy and inept with women. He couldn't engage them in
conversation, and he had known since childhood that members of the opposite sex
had no interest in him. It was for this reason that he rarely bathed. Never in
his life had any woman ever wanted him. His only sexual history consisted of
occasional visits to some of the local street corner whores, all as unappealing
to him, as he was to them. Sometimes they didn't even perform the usual phony
act, in which they tried to convince the john that they were enjoying the
fucking.
Now he had this beautiful white woman, laying nude in front of him, legs
spread wide open, helpless and available for anything he wanted to do to her. He
felt an incredible rush, an intense high from knowing both his complete control
of her, and of her uncontrollable response to what he was doing to her. His
sense of complete power over this woman intoxicating. He had seen the look of
repugnance she had given him a few minutes ago. Now he was in charge. He was
causing every sound she made. He was causing every movement of her body. He
was causing the flooding of that pink, open and glistening pussy.
Sandra knew that her humiliating surrender to this overweight, crude
young thug, was turning the others on. She didn't care, because the more they
got turned on, the more she was getting turned on. She wanted them to start
using those large black penises in her. She wanted them to compel her to submit
to their demands. .
Joshua stood up.
"All right, she's lathered up, she's practically dripping. She hasn't
begged for it in words, but she sure as hell is begging."
At this, the men all looked back at the young white woman, still moaning
and writhing under Rashid's hands.
As they were looking, Rashid decided to put an index finger into Sandra's
anus. She jerked as if it were a red hot poker, and started moving her ass even
faster. The others could barely control themselves, as they watched the
beautiful blonde groaning and twisting her ass under Rashid's merciless teasing
of her vulva and anus.
"Who wants to get in her pussy first?"
Several answered right away, but Joshua had already decided this, as well.
Lawrence was 6'8'. As tall as he was, his penis was known to be large even
in relation to his abnormal height. His buddies were always joking about their
envy of his tool, and how they would use it to get any women they wanted, if
only they were so endowed.
"Lawrence will get first shot at the pussy. Who would like to put it up
her ass?" All the others indicated their willingness for this task. Ray got
the assignment.
"Next, who want's to fuck her in the mouth? Wait, we need to let Rashid do
that. He's earned the privilege," and then they all looked again at Rashid
working on Sandra. She continued to moan and gyrate in obvious arousal by the
continued probing of Rashid's sausage-like fingers.
Joshua assigned Charles and James the function of having Sandra's hands
masturbate them, while the other three men were filling her openings.
The sense of uncontrolled animal lust was almost tangible, as they all got
ready for the group violation of the white body at their feet.
Joshua had Rashid get up, and he did so reluctantly. After standing up,
Rashid looked down at Sandra.
"Hey, babe, how'd you like that? You got my fingers all wet."
He raised his fingers to his nose, sniffed them audibly, and said, "I dig
that tuna smell, babe." As Sandra looked up at him, he then sucked on his
fingers slowly. All the others slapped him on the back, congratulating him on
getting her ready for them.
Sandra looked at Rashid, and then the others. She knew she deserved their
contempt. Worse, she was even more turned on by their now open disdain. They
knew they could do whatever they wanted with her. They knew now that they had
the power to make her love it.
The men took their assigned positions.
Rashid stood over her face, smirking down at Sandra. He was like some
monumental presence over her, as she stared up at the penis which was about to
fill her mouth and throat.
Lawrence momentarily came up to stand next to Rashid. The others had
wanted him to display his monstrously sized member to Sandra. She gasped as she
looked at it. The others all laughed at her obvious fear.
Lawrence smiled down at her
"Don't worry, girl. I don't get many complaints."
Joshua turned to one of the men.
"Ray, go get us some vaseline."
Most of the others continued to play with themselves, as they waited for
Ray's return.
Ray quickly came back with the vaseline.
"Sandra, get on all fours."
Sandra slowly got up, and got on her hands and knees.
"Ray, you spread her ass open. Rashid, you can make sure her asshole is
well greased."
All the others started whooping and laughing, as Ray got down and spread
her cheeks open. Rashid then began rimming the puckered flesh with his finger.
He then jammed his thick finger viciously inside her, making her jump and
squeal.
The men laughed.
"Man, this is one tight hole. But it won't be this tight when we're done
with you, bitch." Sandra shuddered at Rashid's words, but in anticipation as
much as fear.
As was becoming perversely normal for her, she enjoyed being displayed for
their amusement and lust. As Ray spread her ass open, and Rashid touched her
there, her hunger for what was going to happen intensified. When he finished,
Rashid slapped her on the ass, and told her to move over.
Ray lay down on his back, his large dark penis standing straight up.
"Sandra, stand over Ray, facing his feet. Now squat down, and put Ray's
cock in your ashole."
There was complete silence, as all the men watched her slowly lower
herself. When she was just above Ray's pulsating, bobbing member, she reached
behind her with her right hand, grasped penis, and guided it into her anus, as
she lowered herself all the way.
She groaned loudly, as she lowered herself to the hilt of Ray's weapon.
For a moment they all stood, transfixed by the vision of this young white
woman, as she impaled herself on a black cock.
Ray started to lift and lower his hips, reveling in the tightest grasp his
cock had ever felt. He couldn't forget for even a moment - none of them could -
that everything they were doing to her, they were doing to a white woman, a
woman coming from a world so distantly superior to their own, that they could
never hope to enter it.
"Ray, stop pumping that dick for a minute. Everyone else is waiting."
Ray stopped moving.
"Sandra, you need to lay back, on Ray's chest. We've got to make room for
Lawrence here."
Sandra leaned back slowly. Without any urging, she took a firm grasp on
the penis embedded in her anus, so it wouldn't slip out as she repositioned
herself.
Now it was Lawrence's turn. He needed no urging. He spread her legs wide
apart. Everyone now had a perfect view of Ray's organ buried deep in Sandra's
ass, the dark color of it an obscenely exciting contrast to the white flesh
surrounding it.
Lawrence spread open her labia.
"Hey, Rashid, great job, man. She's dripping with her own juices down
here."
Sandra shivered at the casual lewdness of the words. She wanted to die,
because she knew it was true. She was also excited because it was true.
Then she gasped, as Lawrence grasped himself just below the head, and
slowly pushed his enormous cock all the way into her vagina. To every one's
astonishment, it went all the way in.
Some of them looked at Sandra's face, to see her response.
Her eyes were glazed over, looking at some vision of her own, off in the
distance. What they didn't know was that she was thrilled by the unique
sensations of having both her vagina and her anus filled at the same time.
She loved the way the two penises completely filled both holes. There was
no empty space in either one.
Lawrence held his cock motionlessly in place for a moment.
"Ray, let me count to three, and we'll both start fucking her at the same
time," Lawrence said, his voice tight. He was barely in control of himself,
having penetrated a white woman for the first time in his life.
"OK, man," Ray groaned. "But hurry."
"One, two, three."
Sandra and all the others, held their breath, as Lawrence counted. Then
both men began to thrust simultaneously into her body.
Every one watched in stunned wonder at the sight of those two black cocks
violating the young woman's two openings. Ray reached his hands up and began
rubbing her breasts, and playing with her nipples. Sandra arched her back in
response, and both men continued to pump, with increasing vigor and enthusiasm.
It was now Rashid's turn. He straddled Sandra's face. "You ready for
this, bitch?"
They all laughed.
They all knew that Rashid was a loser with women. He was shy with women.
He was afraid of them. He wasn't afraid of this white woman, though He
demonstrated a contemptuous confidence in dealing with Sandra, since getting her
so turned on earlier.
Charles, standing to the side, and waiting for his chance to place Sandra's
hand on his throbbing dick , said, "Get ready woman. Rashid here doesn't bathe
as often as he should. That's one smelly dick you're gonna be sucking."
They all laughed.
They laughed even harder, when Rashid said, "Yeah but this bitch is gonna
love it."
Rashid squatted above Sandra's face. He pushed his thick penis towards her
mouth.
Without being told, she opened her mouth to receive the organ. Rashid
stopped, though.
"First thing I want you to be doin' is suck on that head, baby. Go ahead
and lick it and suck it." He then moved it forward. Sandra took the head of his
penis in her mouth. She gagged at first.
Charles' mocking warning was borne out. The thick penis had a rancid odor.
It was a combination of urine and stale cum, apparently several days' worth.
Sandra's disgust turned to excitement. She was sucking the cock of a
man who was not only a loser with women, but one whose only normal sexual
activity was beating off. Much of the excitement she had felt during Joshua's
rape was due to knowing she was being forced to degrade and demean herself.
That feeling was intensified with Rashid's penis in her mouth. He was a loser.
He was a man who couldn't get women on his own. He was fat, and he smelled.
Precisely because of all this, she wanted and needed to submit to the demands of
his revolting body.
She began to suck his cock with loud slurping noises. Sandra felt it
harden even more, as he responded to the energetic use of her mouth and tongue.
"Man," Rashid groaned, "this bitch loves black cock." Sandra began sucking
with even more enthusiasm.
Charles and James now each took one of her hands, and placed them on their
cocks. Without urging, Sandra began moving her hands vigorously up and down the
length of each swollen shaft. Sandra heard them begin to moan, as she
masturbated them. She began to vary the manipulations of her hands. She
encased the black cocks within the palms of her hands, as she moved them up and
down the shafts. She then ran the tips of her expensively manicured fingernails
over the ultra sensitive organs.
She felt a surge of excitement at the way she was turning them on. More
than that, she loved the sluttish way she was doing more than she had to. She
wasn't just submitting to this gang rape. She was submitting with a hungry
enthusiasm..
Ray and Lawrence continued to pump away, at the respective orifices they
were servicing with so much enthusiasm.
Ray was concentrating on ramming his cock as deep into Sandra's ass as he
could. He continued to fondle and squeeze her breasts. Her nipples stood out
stiffly, to almost half an inch. Ray loved the feel of the tight, hard buds
under his fingers. He knew that part of Sandra's now unceasing moans were
because of his attention to the hard pink buds under his fingers.
Lawrence was focusing on long, deep thrusts into the pink pussy. He was
withdrawing his organ almost all the way out, then would push its' enormous
length slowly all the way back to the hilt of his shaft.
Joshua had been sitting on the nearby couch. He was watching the action
develop just as he wanted. He was pleasantly surprised by how well his goals
were being achieved. First, he had wanted Sandra debased in ways she could
never have imagined. He wanted to take this still self assured woman - as amply
demonstrated by her cocky attitude earlier in the day - and he wanted to knock
her off her pedestal of superior self -assurance. Above all, he wanted her
compliance to her degradation. It was all happening. He looked at the scene
before him. Sandra had a cock in every hole, the cocks of men far beneath her
in social and economic status, the cocks of men she wouldn't even deign to talk
to, if given the choice. These same men were having their complete way with
her. Her body was nothing more than a tool to cater to their rutting pleasure.
You couldn't find a $25 per-fuck whore who would allow a group of men to do
what these guys were doing to Sandra. And she was now submitting willingly to
this. All you had to do was watch her suck off Rashid, or see the way she was
jacking off Charles and James, to know that she was getting off on being used
like a slut.
Joshua exulted in the enormous power he suddenly felt. The power he had
known when he had raped this white cunt, when he did whatever he wanted with
her, was nothing to the power he now felt, as he watched this gang rape. It was
the power of knowing not only that he had arranged all this; he had given this
white woman as a casual offering to his buddies, a gift which they were now
enjoying with so much evident energy and enthusiasm.
Aside from the satisfaction of his need for Sandra's complete and debased
submission, he had to admit that there was something sexy about the look of
black cocks in white flesh, and of small white hands beating off large black
cocks. What was more, this was just the beginning. His friends had only just
started enjoying the young white slut. They were doing what Joshua had planned,
implementing Joshua's desire as to how this should start off. After this first
action was over, she would be their individual play-thing. He knew each of them
would have their own ideas of what they would like to do to her.
In addition to the "normal" male desires, there was a truly awesome
excitement his buddies would feel, in knowing that Sandra was truly a sex slave.
There were no limitations to what they could to do her. There were also no
limitations on what they could demand she do to them.
Joshua congratulated himself on his own creativity. Right after Lawrence
started fucking Sandra, Joshua had gone to get the video camera and tripod he
knew Ray had in the house. He had set it up and got it going just in time to
see Sandra start to suck off Rashid. Indeed, it had been that impending
demeaning action that motivated Joshua to think of getting all this on tape. He
felt his own cock stirring as he recalled how much Sandra had responded to the
comical Rashid.
At that very moment, Sandra was trying to picture in her mind's eye exactly
what Joshua was presently seeing. She was on her back, on Ray's chest, with
Ray's cock obscenely filling her anus. He was fondling her tits and nipples.
Lawrence had his enormous black cock buried in her cunt. The ridiculous and
repulsive Rashid was pounding away with his stinking black cock into her mouth,
moving his fat ass vigorously back and forth. Finally, she pictured her arms
stretched to either side of her, her hands energetically and teasingly running
up and down the full length of two other black cocks.
The mental picture was completed when Lawrence pushed her knees as far
apart as they could go, while still methodically thrusting in and out with his
organ. He had deliberately opened her as wide as her legs could go.
Sandra shuddered in pleasure, in thinking of Joshua watching her in this
position, with these indignities being perpetrated upon her helpless body.
The men were constantly talking to her, so much so that she couldn't fully
concentrate more than momentarily on what any one of them was saying.
Ray kept asking if his cock in her ass felt good.
Lawrence repeatedly commented about her sweet and tight white pussy.
Rashid kept telling her to suck him, to lick his big black dick.
Charles and James told her "faster," or "slower," or "tighter."
Sandra herself kept moaning, not so much at the multiple physical
sensations she was experiencing, but at the perverted images of herself which
she kept seeing in her mind. She was suddenly in awe at the brutal force of the
male cock, at the way it can pound ruthlessly away at a woman's body. The
hammering vigor of a man's stiffened cock, the obvious power men felt as they
used the weapon between their legs, was creating a sense of awe within Sandra.
She admired what their bodies were capable of doing to a woman. Even the
act of rape now seemed to her to have a source in the basic nature of the two
sexes. She felt there was some unspoken law of human nature that made this rape
of her a completely natural process.
Sandra knew these thoughts would be considered perverted by "normal"
people. That didn't change her feeling, as the brutal assault continued.
These men had some kind of unwritten, natural right to be doing to her what they
were. She was serving their animal needs. It felt right to her.
She felt a sense of exhilarating freedom, a bizarre kind of joy, in
allowing them to violate her body.
No, she couldn't stop the rape, even if she had wanted. But she didn't
want to stop the attack. If she could have walked away, she wouldn't have.
The action began to accelerate all at once.
Ray started to pant hoarsely, then began thrusting rapidly, as he
ejaculated into Sandra's rectum.
Lawrence was turned on even more, as he felt the furious action of the
penis only an inch away from his. He picked up his tempo, and then expelled
his cum into Sandra's vagina. They both slowed their plungings, and finally
stopped.
Only Rashid continued the steady ramming of his penis.
Sandra was now able to concentrate on what Rashid was doing, as her bottom
holes were no longer being used.
She knew that everyone's attention was once more focused solely on her and
Rashid. Sandra wondered what Joshua's thoughts were, as he watched. She knew
what everyone else was thinking, though, as they were loudly and laughingly
cheering Rashid on.
Finally, and Sandra knew it was for the first time in the fat youth's life,
he was able to empty his unwashed penis into a woman's mouth.
Raucous applause and laughter greeted Rashid's finish.
Rashid slowly withdrew his penis from Sandra's mouth. Thick white cum
dripped off the end of it. It dripped onto her chin, which occasioned more
laughter.
In addition to the laughter, Sandra knew there was also excitement. Charles
and James were waiting for their turns. Their cocks had been manipulated to
painful stiffness by Sandra's expert manipulations.
Sandra had an uncontrollable urge to increase her own degradation. After a
moment's deliberation, she deliberately extended her tongue, and licked off what
she could reach of Rashid's cum, as if hungry for the taste of it.
The men watched in stunned amazement.
Charles and James looked over at Joshua, to see if they could now join in
the train being pulled by the sluttish white woman.
"You guys can do whatever you want, from now on. Looks to me like Sandra
is going to cooperate real well. So go ahead and have a ball."
Laughter greeted his pun.
Charles and James quickly decided to do Sandra together. Charles would
fuck her pussy, while James would do her mouth. But they decided to change her
position. They turned her over on her stomach.
Charles pushed her legs up, as far they would go under her chest. Her
buttocks were now elevated. Sandra open and vulnerable - and inviting.
Everyone now noticed cum cream around her anus and vagina, in addition to
what Rashid had deposited around her mouth and on her chin.
Sandra wondered how men could possibly want to use a woman who had just
been fucked by someone else, by men who had left their cum everywhere they had
just unloaded. She supposed it was part of that male imperative, the drive to
take a woman at all costs, as long as she was available to be taken.
James got on his knees in front of her face.
Charles kneeled down between her legs. His cock was in one hand. With the
other hand he began to rub and tease Sandra's clitoris.
Everyone had experienced the added pleasure of seeing their victim turned
on, when Rashid had succeeded in getting her wet and writhing under his fingers.
So Charles continued to work his fingers in her vulva.
James thought that Sandra was already prepared to suck his cock, based on
her performance with Rashid. So he moved it slowly towards her mouth. When it
was a couple of inches away, Sandra raised her head, and obligingly opened her
mouth to receive it. He then pushed it in.
Sandra began to lick the head of James' cock. He groaned as she repeatedly
ran her tongue over his piss slit. James lust was intensified by this white
woman licking the slit he pissed from.
Sandra began to moan deep within her throat, as she licked and sucked
James' cock. She continued to be turned on by servicing the organs of men who
never could have dreamed they would have this opportunity to fuck and dominate a
white woman.
Charles was creating waves of pleasure in her, as he played with her
clitoris and labia. He now guided himself to her vagina, and then thrust
forward forcefully.
The onlookers all laughed at Sandra's muffled scream.
Both men energetically worked their cocks in her. After watching their
friends using the sexy white body, they were impatient to get their rocks off.
The sight of Sandra on hands and knees, taking black cocks in both ends,
was obscenely exciting.
Lawrence, Ray and Rashid began to stroke their cocks. They were getting
turned on once more by watching Sandra being fucked while on all fours, and by
the wanton moaning coming from her mouth around James's cock.
Sandra was also getting more aroused.
Servicing two cocks instead of five, she was entirely aware of, and
sensitive to, every invasive movement of each of the black, thick-veined organs
inside her.
She thrilled to the knowledge that, before this afternoon, she couldn't
have even imagined having more than one cock using her. Now she was grateful
that there were only two of the massive weapons fucking her at once.
Sandra realized again that a man's penis wasn't just an organ functioning
for his pleasure and for passing waste. It was a weapon. Yes, it was for their
pleasure, and for the pleasure of a loved partner. But it was also a weapon
that could be used to brutally penetrate a victim. She was experiencing how
much sadistic pleasure men could get through that use of their weapons.
James was watching Sandra's totally intense focus, as her tongue and lips
continued loudly sucking his cock. Drool and more of Rashid's cock cream were
dripping down her chin. He had a sudden sadistic impulse.
"Charles," he grunted, unable to speak in a normal voice due to Sandra's
tongue and lips on him. "This white bitch, she's really enjoying this, man.
We're supposed to be the ones getting off, not her. Let's each pull our dicks
almost all the way out, and make her wait a little."
Charles laughed.
"OK. But I don't know how long I can wait , before I finish up. You
ready?"
"On the count of three," James replied.
"One, two, three."
Both men slowly withdrew their glistening black penises to the portals of
their respective holes. They held them there.
Everyone stared in fascination. Sandra was moaning in frustration. The
men couldn't believe it. The white woman they were raping, couldn't stand
having the two black cocks nearly pulled out of her.
It was no act. Sandra was beside herself. The fucking, and Charles'
effective teasing of her pussy had brought her to a fever pitch. She needed to
have them add their loads to her mouth and vagina. She needed to come. This
latest phase of the rape had brought her just short of the peak of intensity.
And once more her mind and imagination were intensifying everything. She
now imagined what these young black rapists were seeing: a young white woman on
all fours, with black men at either end of her helpless body, their long black
cocks extending out from their bodies to just inside her openings. Finishing
this image was the picture of her abject, sluttish moanings, as they tormented
her by witholding from her the offerings of their large black cocks.
The excitement she felt at debasing herself in front of them was
intoxicating. She would have debased herself further by pretending to hunger
for their cocks, except that no pretense was necessary. God damn it, she needed
these cocks to come inside her mouth and pussy. The most incredible turn-on of
all continued to be the picture in her mind of them watching her not only being
raped, but of her surrendering to her violation.
There was momentary silence, except for her inarticulate moanings. Then
the disgusting Rashid went over to Sandra's ass. He put his hands close
together, just on either side of her white cheeks.
He slowly spread them. He then plunged a grossly fat index finger into
the puckered opening. The effect was electrifying. Sandra howled in ecstasy,
and bucked so hard she shook loose the cocks of James and Charles.
She pulled her ass back to meet Rashid's invading finger. Yes, he was fat
and smelly and repulsive - and, slut that she had willingly become - she loved
the degradation of having his fat finger probing around inside her anus. She
loved having the others watch her white ass moving back to meet the lewdly
probing black finger. She loved looking like an uncontrolled slut, being
dominated by a man no other woman would even look at. They were laughing. She
loved having them all laughing at her sluttish display.
She had never permitted herself to be taken lightly by men. She had only
had a few lovers up to now. Sandra had always played hard to get even for men
of her own race. Now in the course of only an hour or so, she was hungering,
even moaning and howling, for a group of black thugs to fuck every hole, to make
her come, to make her perform for their sick amusement and obscene pleasure.
James and Charles reinserted their cocks, and began rapidly plowing away
again into her mouth and cunt. Charles really began pounding into her cunt as
hard as he could.
Rashid continued to finger her rectum. Then, in a burst of inspiration, he
used his other hand to spread her anus open as far as possible, and inserted a
second finger into the brown puckered opening.
Sandra's eyes glazed over, as she felt her rectum filled by Rashid's two
fingers, together so thick, that it was again as if she had a cock fucking her
in the ass.
Sandra continued her inarticulate howling and moaning. She sucked James'
cock, moving her mouth and tongue as fast as she could. She wanted to
demonstrate her gratitude, and thank him for once again being willing to fuck
her in the mouth. She had debased herself so low, that these men were now doing
her a favor by fucking her. And she wanted them to know it. She wanted Joshua
to see it.
Rashid was wallowing in the sense of domination he had over this beautful
white woman. Her response to his fingers in her ass had brought on another
hard-on, even though he had just unloaded in her mouth a short time ago. Rashid
knew that after James and Charles got their rocks off, they would all begin to
take individual turns with this helpless slut. He knew what he was going to be
doing. He was going to fuck her in the ass for real, with his thick black dick.
He loved the way her anus surrounded his fingers, as they disappeared into her
shit hole. Rashid couldn't wait to take her from the rear, treat her like a
bitch in heat, his cock a poker up her superior white ass.
As James and Charles continued pumping away, they neared completion.
Charles was first, and unloaded into the damp and dripping pussy,
furiously thrusting as he spurted into her. Then, what Sandra had alternately
feared and hoped, happened: she felt waves of intense sensation spasming
through her cunt. She began thrusting her ass back to meet Charles' unloading
cock. She started to scream in uncontrollable ecstasy, around the thick cock
still engulfing her mouth. She continued to jerk her ass and hips, as her
orgasm seemed to have no end.
Finally, as she felt it coming to an end, James reached his peak. But as
he started to come, he pulled his cock out of Sandra's willing mouth, and
started jerking forcefully at himself. Everyone laughed as his cum spewed out
the end of his dick, splashing thickly all over the Sandra's face. It dripped
from her hair, her eyebrows and her nose. It ran down her cheeks and on to her
chin, to join what Rashid had already left.
Charles pulled his cock out of her pussy. It made a wet sound as it came
out.
James pushed his still hard, dripping cock back towards Sandra.
"Lick it clean, bitch."
Sandra started sucking the black, now slimed penis. She licked along the
length of his shaft. She put her mouth around the wet, gooey head, firmly
grabbed the shaft with one hand, and began squeezing James' remaining cum into
her mouth, sucking loudly.
Rashid finally removed his two fingers from her puckered opening.
As excited as all the others were, at watching the action of James and
Charles unloading their cum, they were also now beginning to truly feel contempt
for their white victim. No woman they had ever known would have acted like such
a slut.
Women being gang raped weren't supposed to enjoy it. And a white woman
being gang raped by a bunch of niggers was certainly not supposed to be getting
her rocks off, screaming like a whore putting on an act for a john - only she
wasn't acting.
She would deserve everything still in store for her.
After the three men moved away from her, Sandra put her face down against
the mattress. She had never felt so weak. She had been physically weakened by
the enema and the emptying of her bowels. Then came this brutal rape, three men
at one time, and two the other time. She had just topped all this off with an
orgasm of unimaginable intensity.
Perversely, she felt excitement that her ass was still sticking in the air.
Sandra experienced two directly contradictory feelings. She wanted to be left
alone now. At the same time, she continued to lewdly expose her cunt and
asshole, hoping to attract more attention. She was not to be disappointed.
Rashid was the only one immediately ready to take another turn with the
slut (as they now all contemptuously regarded her). He went back to the bed and
kneeled down next to her. He began to rub both hands over her ass cheeks. He
spread her cheeks again, and began to gently rim her anus. She moaned and
slowly rotated her ass in response. She moved her ass partly in spontaneous
response to Rashid, but partly to let him know she wanted him to do what he was
doing. She also wanted Rashid and the others to see how she welcomed whatever
they wanted to do to her
Sandra knew her degradation had reached the lowest possible depths.
Given a choice, Rashid was the one she would have chosen to next submit
herself to. She wanted them to know she was completely theirs, that they could
do to her whatever they wanted. She wanted them to know that as long as she was
here, she was slave (literally) to their every possible desire, no matter how
sick or perverted. And she could in no way more effectively show her
willingness to slavishly serve and service them, than by letting them see her
willingness to subjugate herself to the one member of the group who everyone
held in contempt. For Sandra's purposes, Rashid couldn't be too fat, or odorous,
or stupid. She would show all of them how a woman stripped of all dignity and
rights could be made to willingly serve the insatiable and perverted desires of
a group of thugs.
"You like this, bitch, don't you?" Rashid asked, as he continued to finger
her opening.
"Yes," she moaned, continuing to move her ass in response to his anal
probing.
"What do you want next, bitch?"
"Whatever you want to do to me," she panted, as he dug his finger as deeply
as it would go in to her anus.
"Bitch, you leave it up to me, you may not like what happens." He loved
exercising his complete power over this submissive white slut. He was going to
do whatever he wanted, no matter what she said.
Except that she surprised both herself and Rashid. She truly didn't care
what he did, as long as it would be degrading. There wasn't anything he (or the
rest) could do to her that they hadn't already done. Then a thought struck her,
as she remembered Joshua's attack weeks before.
She looked around at Rashid, who was still assiduously working her anus.
"I want you to let me put my tongue in your asshole. Please," she said in
a voice she made sure was loud enough for everyone to hear.
Rashid couldn't believe it. Not only was this woman asking to do something
that perverted to him, it was her idea. This was so sick he couldn't believe
it.
The others were struck dumb in disbelief. No woman could want to do that
to any of them, to Rashid least of all. And it was a beautiful young white
woman who was asking to do it. No, not asking, she was pleading with him to
allow her tongue inside his asshole.
Rashid's erection got harder, as he imagined how it would feel to have the
tongue of this beautiful white bitch poking through his asshole, using her
tongue to lick where he shitted!
"OK, bitch, but you need to ask nicer."
"Please, please let me smell your asshole. Let me put my tongue in your
ass."
Sandra was on fire now. She wanted to prove her willingness and desire to
do more than any of these men could even imagine demanding of her. In a way,
it made her even stronger than them, to be willing to outdo their wildest,
sickest desires. In addition, Rashid's finger in her ass was making the juices
start to flow again in her cunt.
"OK," Rashid answered. His voice was hoarse from the excitement that her
request caused.
Lawrence called out, "Hey, Rashid, you better get ready to clean up her
puke when she's done eating out that stinking ass."
Everyone laughed, but they also gathered closely around to watch.
Rashid took his finger out of her ass.
"Get on your back, bitch."
"Yes, Rashid." Sandra turned around and lay on her back. She saw the
group was now surrounding the mattress. She slowly spread her legs wide apart.
Rashid went and stood over her face, in the direction of her feet. He
looked down at her. His cock was stiffened to unbelievable rigidity.
"Here's what you asked for. You better make sure I like it."
"Yes, Rashid."
Rashid got down on his knees. He positioned his enormously fat ass over
her face. His ebony buttocks shook like bowls of jello. He lowered his ass to
just above Sandra's face. He wanted her to have to reach up with her tongue, so
that everyone could watch while she ate his ass.
Sandra placed her hands on the fat ass cheeks looming over her. Then she
slowly spread the cheeks, exposing the dark anus between them. She remembered
being made to do this to Joshua, after he had sodomized her. Yes, he had
supposedly forced her to it,, in addition to every thing else she had done that
night; but Joshua had a beautiful body, with a lean and muscular ass. She had
loved putting her tongue inside such a gorgeous male ass. Rashid's ass couldn't
have been more different. Huge and fat, his naked ass would revolt any woman.
She was about to prove to this gang who had brutally raped her, that there were
no limits to her degradation. With this determination making her cunt drip even
more, she raised her face to the dark crack in front of her.
She almost gagged as her tongue touched the puckered opening. Rashid's
failure to bathe was now even more obvious than when he had fucked her in the
mouth. His anus smelled of shit, old shit thankfully, and of stale sweat. He
also reeked with the more recent odors of his own cum. Sandra then pushed her
tongue though the tight opening. She first pushed her tongue as far forward as
it would go. Then she began to run it around the interior of Rahid's rectum.
She thought of all the men, especially Joshua, watching her sick, perverted
performance, and began to moan as she continued to lick the fat thug's rectum.
If she hadn't forced herself to want to do this, she probably would have thrown
up.
Normally it would have taken all the young men some time to sexually
recover from having just fucked a woman. However, the incredible sight in front
of them almost instantly had them all hard again. It may not have been what
Sandra intended, but the obscene act she was performing on the disgusting Rashid
had just ensured that the others would quickly want to use her again.
Rashid was groaning inarticulately, as Sandra's tongue performed it's sick
magic. She decided she now had an opportunity to control one of these brutal
thugs. She made sure her nose and mouth were buried deep in Rashid's anus. She
removed her hands from his ass cheeks, and snaked them under his grotesque
belly, until they found his rock hard black boner. With one hand she began
stroking his cock, and with the other she ran her fingernails lightly and
teasingly over his hairy balls.
"Oh man, oh man, oh man..." Rashid kept groaning. The other men looked on
in envy as Sandra's tongue and hands drove Rashid into incoherent excitement.
He began to thrust his ass and pelvis forward, wanting to feel more friction
from the small white hands fondling him.
Sandra felt a sense of power, knowing she could force his body to do what
she wanted. And what she wanted was to make him come, at her bidding. She
started to quickly jerk her hand rapidly up and down his shaft, while still
tickling his balls with her other hand, and still continuing to lick inside his
rectum. It only took a moment, and Rashid emptied his cock over Sandra's hands
and tits. He lay motionless on top of her body, as she removed her face from
the crack of his ass.
Hands pulled at Rashid, to get him off Sandra. The other men were in a
raging lust to use the white woman laying on her back on the mattress.
Lawrence quickly went to Sandra and gave her a hard slap on the ass.
"Get on your hands and knees."
Sandra turned over, and got on all fours.
Lawrence stood in front of her. That huge cock, the largest she had ever
seen, was pointed directly at her. Like the others, Sandra's performance with
Rashid had increased his desire to fuck this young white whore.
Sandra's previous desire to abase herself in front of all these men, by her
obscene behavior with Rashid, now seemed like a mistake. During the prior gang
rape, all the men seemed to really enjoy just fucking her. She was a woman
available for their use, and they had used her. Now, however, they saw her as a
white slut, who wanted to be degraded. She therefore deserved to be not just
used by them, but abused as well.
"Suck my cock, babe. Get it good and wet, because you're going to take
every inch of this in your asshole."
Sandra, now truly feared the consequences of her sluttish servicing of
Rashid. Taking Lawrence's grotesquely large cock in her ass would be torture.
Joshua, who had watched with all the others as she had licked and sucked
Rashid's asshole, suddenly slapped her ass with a loud crack.
"He said to suck, Sandra, so go ahead and do it. We don't want to have to
get unpleasant here, do we?"
Sandra started to cry, from both the pain of the savage slap, and the fear
that the gang rape scene was turning into something even more vicious. She had
aroused the lust of these black thugs to such a fever pitch, that they were now
showing a willingness to physically punish her. The punishment would start when
Lawrence impaled her asshole with his incredible cock.
Sandra leaned forward, and pushed her open mouth over his cock.
"Deep throat it, babe, I want you swallowing the whole thing."
She took his cock into her mouth until it touched the back of her throat.
He began to move it back and forth into her mouth, as the other men all
watched.
Sandra gagged the first couple of times his swollen head touched her
throat, but then she adjusted to the feel of it all the way back there. She
began licking the underside of the long black cock as Lawrence repeatedly pushed
it in.
Lawrence grabbed her ears, and started pulling her head forward to meet his
slowly thrusting member. Some of the others started to laugh at the sight of
the lovely young blonde's head being pulled to meet the huge black cock.
Sandra felt a slavish relief and gratitude, as she realized that the sight
of Lawrence fucking her in the mouth seemed to be putting them in a less violent
mood. At least that's what she hoped their laughter signified. She wanted to
do anything she could to put them in a mood where all they would want would be
to degrade and use her, but not hurt her. So she suddenly put her hands on
Lawrence's ass, and pulled him and his cock forward, with each of his long
thrusts into her mouth.
She realized that she was tasting both his cum and the smell of her own
pussy on his dick, from when he raped her earlier. She felt a warm flush in her
cunt as she tasted the two of them on each successive thrust.
Sandra also began to get excited as she once again visualized the picture
she now made to the onlookers: a helpless young white woman, on her knees, with
a long black cock fucking her in the mouth, her hands on her attacker's ass in
order to help him violate her.
One of those men suddenly bent down, and began squeezing her left tit, and
gently pulling on her stiffened nipple. She couldn't tell who it was, as she
didn't want to remove her eyes from Lawrence's cock.
Another man to the right decided to do the same, and both tits were now
being massaged and kneaded, with nipples being pulled and rubbed between
fingers.
A fourth man kneeled behind her, and inserted his finger into her asshole.
She moved her ass back, to meet the probing digit.
A fifth man lay down to the right side of her knees, and began running
fingers over her pussy. She felt her cuntal lips being opened. The teasing
fingers then found her clitoris, and began rubbing it slowly. It became
engorged with blood, as if it were her own tiny cock.
Sandra began to moan, as she started to overload from the overwhelming
sensations coming from every sexual part of her body. This included the
feelings aroused by her asshole being finger fucked. These men had taught her
that her asshole was indeed a part of her sexual equipment. It was a perverted
attraction that men couldn't resist probing. It was also a private, dirty hole
which she wanted to have men probe.
She moaned loudly, wanting all the men to hear her growing excitement.
She wanted these men to know they were once again in complete control of her
body, that they had the enormous sexual power of making her respond any time
they touched her.
Sandra suddenly realized something else, something which had been key to
the unexpected pleasure she had taken in the gang rape still going on: she loved
knowing that Joshua had arranged this. Joshua had proven his total command and
power over her by giving her to these strangers, and allowing them to use and
degrade her. Most of all, the entire afternoon she had unconsciously been
turned on by knowing he had been watching her violation, and watching her
enjoyment of that same violation. She was his to do with as he wanted. She had
been able to take pleasure from Joshua's rape of her, because she was powerless
to prevent it. She had temporarily been his sex slave, and anything done to her
or by her wasn't her fault. That same fact, and that same feeling, were being
multiplied many times today. She was not only Joshua's slave, but he had made
her the sexual slave of these strangers. She was a plaything, to be used for
their selfish pleasure, to be used freely in ways that normal consenting women
would never allow. All of this was further intensified because it wasn't just
male domination of a female. It was black domination over a representative of a
race that had humiliated their people, and which they hated because whites still
thought they were superior. Much of their pleasure today was in teaching her
that she was just a white slut submitting to their black power. They were
taking revenge through the use of their powerful black cocks.
Sandra's thoughts had increased her sexual arousal to where it was an
exquisite pain. She was thrusting her ass and pelvis, backwards and forwards,
to meet the fingers that were simultaneously invading both her asshole and her
wet cunt. She was unconsciously swinging her tits, to increase the feel of the
hands playing with them. She could no longer stand the tension of waiting for
relief.
She pulled her mouth away from Lawrence's cock, and looked up at him.
"Please fuck me in the ass. Please, Lawrence, I want your big black cock
in my ass."
Lawrence smiled down at her, and rubbed her head playfully.
"Sure, babe, I know it's tough to resist, a horny white slut like you."
He said in a loud voice, "OK, fellas, get away from the little woman.
She's begging to take it in her white ass."
The other men pulled away, and Sandra immediately got on her hands and
knees. She leaned her head and torso down to the floor, and elevated her ass as
high as she could. She spread her legs as far apart as they would go.
When she had positioned herself this way, she glanced over at Joshua,
sitting on the couch. He smiled and gave her a thumbs up. She felt a thrill of
gratitude that she was pleasing him. Somehow, performing well for his friends
was even more exciting than doing it directly with Joshua, as great as that had
been.
Lawrence had positioned himself behind Sandra. His cock throbbed as he saw
the lewd position she had placed herself in for his use. He ran a finger around
and around her puckered anus, very slowly. He barely inserted the tip of his
finger just into the opening. Sandra was grinding her hips, and moaning
hoarsely during this teasing.
"You know, babe, maybe I'll wait awhile. I don't think you deserve my cock
in your ass."
"Please, please, do it, put it in, I'll do anything you want, please fuck
me," she pleaded. She began moving her ass even faster.
Sandra surprised them all, including herself. As Lawrence continued to
tease her asshole, she began to cry.
"Please, I need it in me, please do it, don't leave me like this."
The sight of the white woman, ass in the air, begging and crying for a
black cock to sodomize her, turned everyone on even more.
"OK, babe, just playing with you a little."
Lawrence pushed his cock head slowly past the tight opening. He gently
moved the head slightly backwards and forwards, keeping it tightly embedded in
her anal opening, his hands on the widest points of her hips. He reveled in the
power he felt, this white ass stuck up in the air for his use, his black cock
inside her anus, holding on to her hips, with her moaning the whole time. Then
he pushed it slowly but steadily in, till he thought he could go no further. He
was able to get it in to where there was finally no where else to go. He began
moving it back and forth within the exhilaratingly tight sheath.
Some of the others had begun masturbating themselves again, as they saw
Lawrence's unbelievable cock filling the woman's back side, and her moaning in
mindless pleasure at her impaling.
Sandra suddenly put both her hands in her pussy. She began rubbing her
clitoris with one hand. She put three fingers of her other hand deep into her
vaginal opening, and began thrusting them in and out. Her moans were louder,
and changed to cries.
Everyone watched in lust-driven fascination, as the white woman played with
herself while being ass fucked by a huge black cock.
Sandra quickly brought herself to orgasm. She vigorously moved her ass as
she rubbed herself to overwhelming pleasure. This had its' unsurprising effect
on Lawrence. His balls felt like they were going to explode. Explode they did,
as he furiously pumped his load into Sandra's ass.
The huge cock pounding away in her tight hole hurt. But it also felt
wonderful, as the sensation of the cock head ramming into the furthest reaches
of her rectum was a unique physical experience. She had been ass fucked by
Joshua several weeks ago, and today by Ray, but neither of them were endowed
with Lawrence's glorious length, as it penetrated to virgin depths in her dark
interior.
Lawrence slowly withdrew his cum coated cock. He gently slapped Sandra on
the ass.
"Hey, girl, turn around. I want you to suck it clean, like you did for
James before."
Sandra slowly turned around. No one could keep their eyes off her every
movement. She kneeled in front of Lawrence's barely diminished cock. She looked
at it, and then looked into his eyes.
"Thank you, " she said. Then she took the black cock in both hands and
inserted it into her mouth. She began sucking on it slowly, lovingly. All the
men avidly watching her could tell that she really loved what she was doing.
She did love it. She loved being ordered to do it. She loved it's coating
of thick white jism. She loved the salty taste of it. She loved the way
Lawrence was gently rubbing her tits as she cleaned his cock with her mouth.
Joshua walked over to Sandra, and looked down at her with a smile.
"Who wants her next?"
There was a clamor of voices responding. Before Joshua could say anything,
Sandra looked up at him.
"Please, Joshua, I have to...pee, " she said meekly.
"Sure babe. But can we all watch?
"Yes, thank you, Joshua." She stood up, and walked to the bathroom. The
six men closely followed.
As Sandra got to the toilet, Joshua gently took her arm.
"Sandra, would you mind giving us a better view?"
"Yes, Joshua."
"Good. Why don't you climb on top of the seat. Face us, and squat down.
That way, we'll really be able to see you pissing. OK?"
"Yes, Joshua."
Sandra did as Joshua had ordered. She was now facing the men, who had
gathered to within a foot of the petite white woman. Her cunt was spread open,
as she squatted in front of them. She looked at all of them, and took her
fingers and opened her cunt further, so they would all be able to clearly see
her piss hole.
She began to piss, a few drops at first, and then a steady golden downpour.
Her piss splashed loudly into the water below. Charles and Rashid each began
rubbing her tits as soon as she started to piss. She smiled up at them.
Joshua loved the whole scene. He had never expected to achieve this much
submission to their will. To his will, really. This whole scene was his
creation. There was nothing they couldn't do to her, or have her do to them.
"Sandra, why don't you take a few drops of your piss and taste it? We
would like to watch that, too.?
Sandra hesitated only a moment, and then she reached down to touch herself.
She brought her index finger to her mouth, and sucked the tip of her finger
slowly, looking at Joshua the whole time.
"Is that all right, Joshua?'
"That's beautiful, babe," he laughed. "I would kiss you, if you hadn't
been sucking on so many cocks today. Not to mention just tasting your own piss."
The other men laughed.
Sandra looked at all the men around her, as Charles and Rashid continued to
play with her tits. She looked at Joshua for a long moment. She realized that
more than anything, she wanted him to use her again, to do whatever he felt
like. His friends had great cocks, but Joshua was the leader. Sandra had
submitted degradingly, without any sense of self-respect or reservation to these
five men. But in do so, she had been submitting to Joshua's complete control
and authority. Sandra wanted Joshua to use her again, directly, for his own
selfish pleasure.She wanted to please him. She needed to please him.
"Joshua, would you...will you fuck me?" She unconsciously held her breath,
waiting for this response.
Joshua stared at her steadily for a long moment.
"Do you remember how you talked to me earlier, babe? You know, that's the
reason I brought you here to take care of these boys. To teach you a lesson."
"I'm sorry, Joshua. I...don't feel that way now. Haven't I...been good?"
"You're being a good girl now, babe. But you still have a lot to make up
for. The first thing you need to do, is start taking care of my boys again.
They still want to use you. OK?"
She was flooded with intense disappointment and guilt . She had been a
bitch to him. She might have thrown away the chance to serve him again, which
she desperately wanted. Tears welled up in her eyes.
"OK, Joshua. I want to take care of your friends," she said, smiling
through her tears.
"Good, babe." He smiled. "Let's just regard this as probation. If you're
good, maybe I'll give you another chance."
"I'll be good, Joshua. I'll do whatever you want."
Joshua had a sudden thought.
"Whatever' covers a lot of ground, Sandra. Maybe you shouldn't be making
that kind of offer."
Sandra looked at him in disappointment.
"Joshua, I mean it. Anything that you want me to do. Anything you want to
do. Anything. Whatever." She paused. "Really, whatever. Please"
Joshua stood there, looking at her thoughtfully. Then he smiled.
"Go ahead and get your ass washed, babe. Man, you've got cock cream in
every hole in your body. Why don't you rinse your mouth out, then go get in the
shower. Then maybe I'll give you a way to make up for being such a bitch
earlier."
"Yes, Joshua, thank you."
Sandra flushed the toilet, stood up, and went to the sink. She scooped up
several hands full of water, swirled it around in her mouth, and spit out. She
then put some toothpaste on her index finger, and vigorously rubbed it across
her teeth for a couple of minutes. She then stepped into the shower.
As the men gathered around to watch her take her second shower in front of
them, Joshua called out to them.
"I've got to leave for awhile, half an hour, maybe an hour. You guys enjoy
yourselves while I'm gone. Let her know I may have some plans for her."
He smiled to himself, then turned around and left.
