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This story was written for the enjoyment of adults only. Please send any comments to 4playd@comcast.net. I love hearing from you.
Horror in an Adult Bookstore
Written by 4play
My wife Mary was going to visit her sister in another state for a week and I had just dropped her off at the airport. As I was driving home I heard on the radio of a wreck tying up traffic on the highway I was now on. I decided to get off the highway and drive the back roads home. I wound up driving in a part of the city I had never been in before when I happened to see a sign on an adult bookstore. On a whim, I turned into their parking lot and went inside. Thinking I would pick up some porn to amuse myself with while she was gone, I went down the aisles looking for something that appealed to me. It didn't take long before I realized I was the only white man in the place. My detour had led me into a black slum area.
Two black men came to me and stood one on either side of me. The man on my left pricked my side with a knife and said, "When a white boy comes in here, we know what he is looking for. White boys all want some big black cock. Come with us boy." They guided me down a flight of stairs to where the video booths were located. The man with the knife stood behind me and put the blade of the knife to my throat. He then told me, "Take off your clothes bitch." He had me terrified. He could kill me and no one would ever know who did it. I unbuttoned my shirt and removed it. I dropped it on the floor and hesitated hoping that would suffice. I was told, "Take everything off bitch." I kicked off my shoes and undid my pants letting them drop to the floor. I stepped out of my pants and removed my briefs. I removed my socks and stood there stark naked in front of these two men. The other man now took some cable ties and fastened each wrist to the opposite elbow behind my back. I was helpless in this stinking room and in great fear of what they might do to me here.
The man who had tied my hands behind me grabbed a handful of my pubic hair and yanked hard enough to rip the hairs out by their roots. It hurt so much I cried out. He told me, "Men have pubic hair and you are hardly a man. You are more girl than guy and should look like one. I looked down at my pubic region and saw a bald patch which had once been covered in hair. I had tears running down my cheeks. His partner with the knife then shaved off the rest of my pubic hair. He took another cable tie and pulled it very tightly around my bald scrotum above my testicles. It caused me pain but they did not care.
While I was being shaved bare by one man, the other was going through my pants pockets. I saw him head back upstairs with my wallet in his hand. He was robbing me. The man who had just finished shaving me made me prance around the small open area on my tiptoes. He told me, "Do whatever you are told and you may live through this girly." After wiggling my ass for him for awhile, his partner returned. He had bought a short negligee which he had me step into. He also had some red lipstick which he smeared on my lips and also used to color my nipples. They were making me look like a freak. He then forced a big steel O ring into my mouth wedging it behind my teeth. There was no way I could close my mouth now. My open mouth was in the shape of an O.
Both men told me how sweet and vulnerable I now looked. I was pushed to my knees where the knife wielder shoved his big cock into my mouth. He told me, "Get it hard and wet girl, it is going up your ass." I was choking and gagging as his cock hit the back of my throat. Other black men started gathering around to watch me being used. When I thought I was going to choke to death on his big cock, he pulled it out of my mouth. He went behind me and reached down to grab me by the balls. He commanded me, "Beg me nicely to fuck your sissy ass bitch." I could not bring myself to beg to be raped and refused to beg. He squeezed my testicles until I thought they would be crushed and the pain was intense. I pitifully said, "Please fuck my sissy ass sir." He told me, "Tell me you love me and want me inside of you bitch." My spirit was broken and my pride gone now and I told him what he wanted to hear. The spectators laughed at my surrender. He now bent me over with my face to the floor and my ass up in the air. He announced, "Here is what you begged me for slut.", and shoved his big rod up my ass. I screamed in pain as that virgin area of my body was violated roughly. I knew he had torn my asshole. Once I was fully impaled on his cock he lifted me to my feet. He told me, "Work that pussy back and forth bitch, I want you fucking yourself with my cock." My balls ached terribly and my insides were being torn up but I had to obey this brute. So I moved back and forth on his cock like a wanton slut. Surprisingly I dribbled some semen while doing this. This caused a couple of the watching men to comment that the bitch had come from being fucked. When he finally shot his load of semen deep inside of me, he pushed me forward off of his cock so hard I lost my balance and fell face first onto the floor. I lay there in an exhausted heap leaking slimy goop and crying.
The brute who had just raped me snarled at me, "Look at the mess you made on my cock bitch. Crawl over here and lick it clean." I crawled to him and struggled to my knees. His cock was covered with my blood and fecal matter. I shuddered but had to lick him clean. When he was satisfied he even made me thank him for the good fucking he had given me. He said, "I knew you were looking for big black cock the minute you walked into this place bitch. I was glad to accommodate you." He grabbed me by the neck and made me knee walk into the end video booth. He shoved my face up to a glory hole in the wall panel and pushed my body up against the wall. He then took my pocket knife from my pants pocket and opened it. He told me, "I know you want a lot more cock but are too shy to ask for it." He stabbed the blade of my knife through my scrotum between my testicles and into the paneled wall pinning me in place. He also took strips of duct tape and taped my head in place in front of the hole. He told me, "If you give good blow jobs to any cock that comes through that hole, they won't need to come in here and drag you out. If you want to leave feel free to get up and go, but if you do you will slice open your scrotum and your useless balls will fall out. Have fun bitch. You can report your car and clothes stolen but if any cops show up here looking for me I will have to kill you and your wife." He had my clothes in his hand when he said, "You can keep the nightie bitch, you paid for it." He chuckled and walked out of the booth closing the door behind him. I was alone and helplessly pinned in place in the dark. I heard him tell the men who had gathered to take their time as the cocksucker would be there until someone released him.
It did not take long before a black cock came through the hole in the wall. I took it into my mouth and began to suck and tongue it. There was no stopping until its owner shot his semen into my mouth. I swallowed it. That cock disappeared and was quickly replaced with another one. The next man shoved his cock into my open mouth and as I sucked on it started moving it in and out. He was fucking my mouth. He laughed when he heard me gagging when his cock hit the back of my throat. I could easily imagine the scene on the other side of the wall, a black man who appeared to be fucking a wall. When he was ready to climax, he thrust as deep as he could and held it there as he emptied his balls into my mouth. Even when he had stopped spurting down my throat, he held his cock in place until he softened enough to urinate and then peed right in my mouth. I had to swallow most of his urine but some leaked out of my mouth to run down my body. I never dreamed a person could be treated so badly by other people. They actually enjoyed degrading and abusing me.
Hour after hour I knelt on that concrete floor with my mouth to that damned hole sucking every cock that was shoved into my mouth. I must have sucked off ten men and had two different men open the door to my cubicle and piss all over me. I knelt trapped in this stinking place and deep in the depths of despair. Was I to die here soaked in urine and a belly full of semen? I knew they wanted me to pull away and stand up gelding myself but I feared even if I did that they would still torment me. All I could see was the wall panel right before my eyes.
Finally a brighter light came on and a man came into my compartment. He said. "I am closing the store for the night and will release you. I have to clean this mess up. He ripped the duct tape off of my head taking a lot of my hair along with the tape. He told me, "Hold real still now I am going to pull that knife out." He tugged and pulled on the knife until it came loose from the wall and cleared my body. He helped me to my feet and led me to the basement door and outside into the night air. I pleaded with him to cut my hands free but he told me that he worked in this store for the gang and that he only let me go because they said he could. He told me that someone had stolen my car. So with my hands still fastened behind me I started walking barefoot and barely clothed towards my home. It was now 10:00 PM and I had gone into that hellish place before 4:00. That hellish experience had lasted 6 hours. A couple of men standing on the corner of the block told me, " Come back anytime bitch. We will see that you have some more fun." I walked like a dazed zombie heading westward towards the suburban house we owned.
After a couple of hours and a few miles of walking a police car pulled up beside me and the officers asked me what I was doing. I was so relieved to see them that I broke into tears and sobbed as I told them I had been robbed and raped by a bunch of men. With my mouth held open with that dammed steel ring they could not understand me. One of the officers got a blanket and wrapped it around me as he helped me into the back of the patrol car. They drove me to a hospital where they took pictures of me and had an emergency room doctor examine me. He removed the ring from my mouth so I was able to speak clearly. I told the officers what had been done to me. The doctor cut the ties from my arms and they fell limply to my sides. He looked at the tie clamping off my scrotum and asked me how long it had been on me. I told him about 8 hours or so. He looked at me with sympathy and told me that my testicles were now dead and would need to be removed to save my life. He told me that I would develop gangrene and die if they we left as they were. He also told me that the police wanted to pump my stomach and swab my anus in hopes of obtaining DNA to use as evidence. They put me on a gurney and wheeled me into an operating room.
When I awoke the surgery had been done my crotch was wrapped in bandages and I had a catheter in my penis to drain off urine. Two detectives were waiting to talk with me. They had me tell them all about what had been done to me. They listened carefully and sympathetically as I related all of the humiliating details. They then asked if I were willing to identify the men and testify against them. I told them that I wanted to kill the bastards, but they had a gang of men and knew where I lived and how they had said they would kill me and my wife if any cops came around looking for them. They showed me a picture of the adult bookstore and asked me if that was the place. I told them it was. They promised me police protection and I told them to get the bastards that had raped me and led to my mutilation. They told me that they thought I was the third man that the gang had done, but that the previous two had been too ashamed and afraid to testify. They also showed me mug shots of a bunch of men and I picked out the two who had stripped, shaved raped and imprisoned me. The rest of the men I sucked off had been behind the wall. They told me to watch the news tonight and left a policeman guarding my door.
The evening news at 6pm had a big story about the police and swat team raiding the adult book store and arresting a bunch of gang members. I delighted in seeing my rapist in handcuffs being shoved into a patrol car. All together a dozen gang members were arrested on a multitude of charges. Reporters told of talking with local citizens who lived in fear of those gang members. On the 10:00pm news they showed my house burning down. I got another police guard inside of my hospital room.
My wife Mary called me and told me that she had been informed of what had happened and had been told to stay where she was for a while. I told her I loved her and missed her a lot. She told me she loved me but was afraid of what could happen to us. I tried to sound like a brave man but inwardly had a sense of dread. The months between the raid and the trial of my rapists dragged on as I lived in a safe house guarded by police. My wife lived with her sister and had found work as a surgical nurse. It was a year before the trials were concluded and the sentences imposed. The two men who had raped and robbed me got 40 years each because it was ruled a racial hate crime. The three other men they were able to identify by using DNA got only 10 years each. The drug ring they had been running from that book store had been smashed and the building confiscated and refitted as a day care center for children.
The man who had been protecting me most of the time before and during the trial told me that there were still some gang members on the loose and they wanted to kill me in the worst way for ruining their sweet setup. We sat down with a psychologist and they told me they noticed my increasingly feminine manners and appearance as the months went by. They told me that they thought my living as a woman would be the best way to avoid being found. They also informed me that my wife was now living with the plastic surgeon she was working for as his surgical nurse.
They flew me down to the Phoenix airport in a private plane and took me to a nice hotel. I was dressed as a female and wearing a wig for the trip. When we walked into our hotel room my wife Mary was sitting there waiting for me. She hugged and kissed me for the first time since I had taken her to the airport over a year ago. My handler left us alone for the night. We shared some wine and talked for a long time. She told me that she still loved me but during our long separation had gotten bored and went back to work as a nurse for Dr. John. She confessed that she had gotten horny and seduced him. Over the last 7 months they had been lovers. She reminded me that she had been a virgin when we married and I had been the one to teach her to love sex. She explained why she had craved a man in her bed and set out to seduce the attractive man she worked for.
As we lay naked in bed fondling each other she assured me that she still loved me and wanted me in her life, she told me that she loved Dr, John as well. She told me that they had devised a plan where I would be their maid and housekeeper and they would live as a happily married couple. She assured me that we would still have our private time together and that I would come to love Dr. John as she did. By morning she had me convinced to give it a try.
My handler had breakfast with us in our room and when he was told of my decision assured me that he could arrange a whole new identity for me and that I would be getting a monthly check that would be a disability check. He would see that the money from our bank account was transferred to an account under my new name. My former self would disappear and I was to be Alice Johnston the maid from now on. He would also see that I got an Arizona driver's license with my new name and picture on it.
We checked out of our hotel room and he drove us to Dr, John's house. It was a big house in Gold Canyon a gated community on the east side of the metro area. When I met Dr. John he kissed me lightly on the cheek and told me he was glad to meet me. He started to tell me it took a lot of balls to do what I had done but caught himself and said courage instead. He showed me to my room and told me he knew how I felt and admired my bravery. He let me know that he wanted us to be a happy family. He would pursue his medical practice and do his best to make me into a pretty woman. He hoped I would learn to be a good cook and housekeeper and also learn to love him like Mary did.
So it came to be, the three of us became a family. Dr. John gave me breast implants, and some plastic surgery to make me into an attractive lady. I was passable as woman. As time passed I became a good cook and housekeeper and bed partner for both of them. Most nights Mary and Dr John would sleep together and I in my room. Some nights I would sleep with Mary in my room and some nights I would sleep with Dr. John in his room. We truly had become a family. John made the money and Mary and I were his ladies. Mary was his surgical nurse and I his cook and housekeeper. Mary and I would cuddle and I would do oral sex on her. When John and I were in bed together I did oral on him and he did anal sex on me. I found both of those to be pleasurable when done lovingly.
I often thought of my rapists rotting away in prison and delighted when I heard that my rapist had been killed in prison by a white Aryan gang. Even though I wanted him to rot for years in hell to pay for what he had done to me, I had to smile when I was told he was found stabbed with his cock cut off and stuffed in his mouth. What goes around comes around.
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