THE BUS STOP IN HELL

Feature Writer: Vulgus / [email protected]

Feature Title: The Bus Stop in Hell

Published: His work is copyrighted to the author © 2007. Please don’t remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration.

Story Codes: M+/ff- teens, NC, rp, bi, oral, anal, intr, huml, beast

Synopsis: Two young girls take a bus downtown to get their work permits and get off at the wrong bus stop. They are kidnapped and tormented by an inner-city gang.

The Bus Stop in Hell

It was our first time using the city bus system and it was pretty confusing. Karin and I were on our way down to the State Employment Office in the city to apply for our work permit. We had both just turned sixteen. School let out for the summer yesterday and we both wanted to get summer jobs. If we went downtown it was usually with our parents for some special event or other. For the most part though, we avoided downtown.

We had gotten directions from the internet and we knew which buses to take, but not where to get off. When we got on the bus we asked the driver if he would tell us where our stop was and he smiled.

“Sure thing little lady, it would be my pleasure.”

We took the nearest empty seat to the driver, about four rows back and since he was going to tell us where to get off we talked excitedly about what we were going to do with all of the money we were going to make and ignored where we were going.

I did notice one strange thing. After we sat down the driver made a cell phone call. I didn’t think that they could do that! Since I had never ridden the bus before though, and since we needed him to tell us where we were supposed to get off, I thought it best to keep my mouth shut.

We were both uncomfortable anyway, because we were the only white people on the bus. We tried to act like everything was normal, but we did feel a little uncomfortable. We got some funny looks from the other passengers. I guess a lot of white girls didn’t ride the bus in this part of town.

Karin and I were talking quietly when the bus came to a stop.

“Ladies, this is your stop,” the driver called out.

We got up quickly and hurried off the bus, thanking him politely as we got off and being careful on the steep stairs.

As soon as we were on the sidewalk the door closed and the bus drove off. We took one look around and we knew he had let us off at the wrong stop. We were in the middle of a slum!

There was no traffic on the street. The stores that lined the street were all boarded up and deserted. The only people we saw were some very rough looking young men that were standing around staring at us.

I yelled at the bus to wait, but it just kept going. I saw a woman near the back of the bus looking back and shaking her head, that didn’t make me feel any better.

Karin and I didn’t know what to do. We obviously couldn’t stay here and wait for the next bus. This was a dangerous part of town for two young white girls to be standing around in but we didn’t know which way to go. Everywhere we looked it looked like some kind of war zone as far as we could see in every direction.

We were both keeping our eyes on the group of young men standing around us and smiling, but they were not friendly smiles. It looked like they were getting closer, closing in around us, and we were both terrified.

One of the boys called out to us and asked us what we were doing on their turf.

I tried to keep my voice steady as I answered, “I think we got off at the wrong stop. We are looking for the Employment Office and the bus driver told us that this was our stop.”

The boy that was doing the talking said, “Oh, you girls got off at the wrong stop alright. You need to go that way about a block,” and he pointed down an alley.

I shook my head and said, “I don’t think so. We are just going to wait here for the next bus.”

The boy, well, young man really, who seemed to be in his early twenties now that I took a closer look at him, came closer and put his arm around my shoulder.

“Don’t be silly girl, you can’t stand around here. This is a bad neighborhood. A couple of pretty white girls like you are just asking for trouble hanging around here. You better come with me and let me set you straight.”

I tried to stand still, but he was much stronger and soon he was guiding me down that narrow alley. I heard Karin being pulled along behind, and all the rest of the kids were following.

At first I just let myself be led quietly, but soon I was pleading with him to let me go. I told him I didn’t want to go with them and that I was scared, and I was. I was terrified in fact. I was more scared than I had ever been in my life.

I could hear Karin behind me and it sounded like she was crying. I looked back and another of the punks had his arm around her shoulder, but his hand was on her breast and I could she his fingers closing tightly over it.

There was no way that we could fight them. There were at least a dozen of them. It was beginning to dawn on me now that we were going to be raped. This was not the way that I had planned on losing my virginity. I wasn’t so much worried about that now as I was afraid that when they were finished raping us they would kill us. We were both too young to die.

The alley, just like the street where we had gotten off the bus, was covered in cryptic graffiti, and there was trash everywhere. The smell was awful, but the boys didn’t seem to notice.

When we were half way down the alley we were pulled in through a dingy, steel door and into a large room. Inside there were tables and chairs and old sofas that had obviously been rescued from the garbage. There was a large group of people already inside and when I saw the way that they reacted to our being brought in I got the distinct impression that they were expecting us!

The crowd now swelled to close to thirty people. They were mostly men and boys, but there were a half a dozen slutty looking young black women too. Karin and I were the only white faces in the room.

There was rap music coming from a huge boom-box as we entered, it was so loud it hurt my ears. As soon as we stepped inside the music was turned off and everyone turned to look at us.

The boys and men were a wide range of ages. Most of them seemed to be in their teens and twenties, but I could see boys that looked as young as ten or eleven, and a few men that seemed to be as old as forty.

Karin and I were taken before a man that sitting in a large, overstuffed chair that sat along the far wall drinking a beer. We were left standing in front of the man as he sipped his beer and looked us over with an amused look on his face. The boys that had brought us in with their arms around us released us and stepped back.

Nobody spoke for a minute as the guy, who was apparently in charge looked us up and down, obviously undressing us with his eyes. He was in his late twenties, very dark skinned, and covered with tattoos and scars like most of the others.

He leaned forward and took my purse out of my hand and then grabbed Karin’s from her. I was so scared that my knees were shaking and Karin was just as scared as I was. She reached out and took my hand and we stood there waiting while the leader opened our purses and took out our student ID cards.

He looked at the IDs and at us and he smiled. Then he read from my ID, “Amanda Guess, it says here you are sixteen years old and a student at St. Phillip’s. Girl, I don’t have to guess, I’m going to find out for sure in just a minute!”

Then he looked at Karin’s ID and read off, “Karin Brock, also sixteen, and also a St. Phillip’s student, a couple of West Side girls. What are you bitches doing on our block?”

I was so terrified I couldn’t talk, I tried, but nothing came out. Someone stepped up behind me and grabbed a handful of my long blonde hair and said, “Speak up bitch! The man asked you a fucking question!”

I groaned and tried again, this time managing to stutter out something about going to the Employment Office to get our work permits and that we had been told to get off at the wrong stop.

I heard a lot of quiet laughter behind me, but the leader just looked up at me and said, “Girl, you don’t need a permit, my boys and I are going to put you to work. And we aren’t big on paperwork.”

That was cause for more laughter from the crowd and I heard Karin beside me start to pray.

The leader looked at Karin and said, “You can pray as long and loud as you want, you stupid cunt, but your god doesn’t answer prayers around here.” Then he went on to say, “I am going to offer you girls a choice. When I get tired of you I may let you go. If I do, you will probably want some clothes to wear home. So if you want, I will let you undress for us. Or, if you would prefer, my boys can just tear off your clothing and you can leave here naked. I don’t really care much either way. You don’t have much time to think it over though, in fact, none at all. Either start stripping or my boys will do it for you.”

I had to struggle to get my hand away from Karin, and I slowly started to unbutton my blouse. Karin wasn’t moving and the leader nodded at a clump of his gang and they started to grab her and tear her clothes off. As the first of the buttons on her blouse started flying off she screamed, “I’ll do it, stop, I’ll do it!”

The leader held his hand up and the boys stepped back again. I was still slowly unbuttoning my blouse seconds later when he said, “Hold on girls. Some of my boys can’t see. He nodded at his gang members again and we were both manhandled up onto a couple of nearby sturdy tables, but not without a great deal of rough groping.

I heard Karin crying as she undressed on the next table and I realized that I had tears running down my cheeks too. The crowd had stepped back and I kept my head down, trying not to notice the looks of lust in the crowd of violent young men that were everywhere around us.

I pulled my blouse out of my skirt and dropped it on the edge of the table. Someone immediately grabbed it and I forced my shaking hands to unfasten my skirt and dropped it where I had dropped my blouse. It too disappeared instantly.

I stepped out of my shoes and reached into the waistband of my pantyhose and pulled them down to my thighs and then rolled them down my legs, nearly falling as I stepped out of them.

I felt nearly naked already. I was wearing only my demure, but lacy and feminine bra and panty set. They were my most attractive underwear. I had worn them for the confidence that I was sure that they would give me.

I reached behind me for the clasp of my bra and struggled with it for a long time. My hands were shaking violently and it took me several attempts to unfasten it. I had never been naked in front of anyone except the other girls in gym class, and seldom in front of them. Karin and I attended an expensive all girl Catholic high school. One of the things that they stressed there was modesty. We had changing booths and individual shower stalls. It was inevitable that we would be seen naked on occasion, but it was a very rare occasion. I had certainly never been seen naked by anyone of the opposite sex.

Unlike me, Karin was not a virgin. She had a boyfriend, and she had recently gone all the way with him, very recently. She told me about it the next day. It was exciting, but he had not seen her naked, and she had not seen him either, her eyes were closed the entire time. She hadn’t even touched him with her fingers!

I could hear the rude, nasty remarks from the boys that were standing around on all sides watching us humiliate ourselves for their amusement. I tried to shut them out though. I was already terrified enough.

I was down to my last garment now. I glanced at Karin and saw that she was still lagging behind me. She was just now pulling her pantyhose down. She was crying so hard that she was having a lot of trouble getting them off.

I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and slowly pulled them down and stepped out of them. They too disappeared as soon as I dropped them on the table. I stood there now, naked, waiting for what was obviously coming next.

I could feel the eyes of the large crowd of rough boys and men as they burned holes in my naked body. There was nothing I could do to defend myself. I just stood there now, with my hands at my side and waited. I was in no hurry to move on to the next stage of this horrible gang rape.

I glanced over and saw Karin struggle with her panties and as I watched her remove them out of the corner of my eye, I felt a large, rough hand grasp my thigh and move slowly up the back of my leg. It ended up on the right cheek of my butt and gripped it tightly for a moment.

I had been touched by a man for the first time. It sent shivers of dread through my body, but I knew that it was not going to be the last time today that a man would touch my body.

Karin was finally naked and standing on her table nearby. She was attempting to use her hands to cover her breasts and her pubic area as much as possible. My breasts were only B cups, but hers were a large C cup, and she was awfully proud of them. They were getting the most attention now and I felt guilty for being glad that they liked her better. Not that I thought it would make a difference.

I heard the leader speak from behind me and I suddenly realized that it was his hand that had grabbed my butt. He asked, “Ladies, I hate to embarrass you with personal questions, but I would like to know if you are both virgins?”

I whispered, “I am.”

Karin just shook her head.

The leader said, “Karin! I’m shocked! A good Catholic girl like you is not a virgin? Tell me Karin, who took your cherry, and when?”

Karin groaned in agony at having to discuss it with him, and in front of a room full of hoodlums. But she managed to sob out, “I made love to my boyfriend, Jack Abramoff. We did it three weeks ago in the back seat of his car. But we only did it once!”

The leader reached up and put his hands around my waist and lifted me easily off of the table and set me on my feet on the floor. He put his arm around my shoulder and his hand rested on my breast, which he fondled absently. Then he said to the boys in the room, you guys can get started on her, but be gentle with her, she is almost a virgin.

There was a lot of laughter and we stood watching, he in amusement, me in horror, as Karin was roughly pulled down and placed on her back on the table. Two men held her arms over her head and two others grabbed her legs and spread them out as one of the older men walked up between her thighs and ran his hands over her body.

Karin cried out in pain as he roughly forced a large finger into her tight, dry vagina and attempted to work it in and out. He got a look of disgust on his face and he bent down and licked her there, while hands reached out from both sides to grasp and squeeze her large breasts.

She was totally helpless, all she could do was turn her head from side to side and pray, which amused the men that were close enough to hear her.

We stood watching until the first man forced his very large cock into Karin’s vagina. I saw her tense up in pain and the chords on her neck stood out for a moment. Then I was led back to the chair the leader had been sitting in.

He pulled his t-shirt off, and then his pants and his shorts, and then he sat back down. He leered up at me and said, “Okay bitch, come over here and stand between my legs.”

I moved into position and he reached up and started exploring my body with his hands. Several of his gang came over and sat nearby to watch. The crowd around Karin was so large that they couldn’t see her.

After a moment he tried to insert a finger into my pussy, but it was just as dry, and just as tight as Karin’s. He tried forcing it in for a minute, and then he pulled it back and spit on his fingers and spread his slimy spit on my tight slit. Then he started forcing his finger into me until he reached my hymen.

He stopped when he reached that barrier, and smiled up at me and said, “I am so glad you weren’t lying to me bitch. I get a real hardon for cherry young white bitches. Now here is what is going to happen.” As he talked he sawed his finger in and out of me, stopping just short of my hymen each time.

“You are going to straddle my legs and wrap your tight little cunt around my cock and fuck me until I fill your sweet ass with my cum. Do you have any questions?”

I sobbed quietly and shook my head. Then I waited for him to remove his finger from me.

He stroked it into me for a few more moments, and then he pulled it out and sat back to watch. I straddled his large thighs and moved up to where his large cock was standing up and throbbing. I reached down and touched a male organ for the first time in my life.

It seemed very large but, except for the one that was raping my best friend, I had never seen a penis before, so I really didn’t know how it measured up. I guided the head of it to my opening and slowly, awkwardly, began lowering myself onto it.

Once I had it started, I put my arms out and held onto the arms of the chair to steady myself. His penis had reached my hymen and I stopped for a moment to gather my courage.

As I stood there in that ungainly position, half squatting with the head of his large, black cock lodged in my virgin slit, readying myself, I heard Karin screaming again. I couldn’t look around, I didn’t know if it was another man raping her, or one of the rough hands that were torturing her breasts, she had been crying out from time to time since her rape had started.

I finally took a deep breath and let myself drop down on the leader’s sex organ and I felt it bury itself in me. It went much deeper than I had anticipated. It hurt like hell, and I squealed, but I had to admit that it wasn’t as bad as I had feared it would be. It hurt though. It hurt a lot, and I felt stretched to the point of tearing by that huge male organ. It was buried in me to the hilt and now I was afraid to move.

I had come to a stop when the lips of my vagina were nestled in his pubic hair and rubbing against his pubic bone. He was grinning at me, evilly, enjoying the hell out of my pain and my degradation.

He let me adjust to his invasion of my body for a moment, but I doubted that he was a patient person, and I wanted this over with as soon as possible. Once the initial sharp pain had passed I started bouncing up and down on his penis, and he was instantly entranced by the way my breasts bounced right in front of his face.

This was very awkward, very difficult. My legs were straining around his thighs and it was difficult to push myself back off of his organ after each down stroke. I learned that fear can make you do things that you would never have thought that you could.

I was more and more aware of the crowd that was gathering around me, watching me bounce up and down on this man’s penis, and making the most obscene remarks. They all stayed back though, so that, unlike Karin, I only had to deal with that one invasion of my body, that one invasion of my dignity.

I was starting to get very tired, and my legs were just about to give out when he said, “Okay bitch, I’m just about there, pick up the pace a little.” As he spoke he reached up and grabbed my breasts and squeezed them hard, and used them to guide me up and down on his lap, faster and faster.

I felt him lift his hips under me several times and then he squeezed my breasts so hard that I thought he was going to damage them. This was all new to me and at first I didn’t even realize that he was having an orgasm, filling my freshly raped vagina with his slimy ejaculate.

When it was over I wanted to collapse, roll up in a ball and cry my eyes out. Somehow I knew that was a luxury that I would not be permitted.

I was right. As soon as he had finished using me he pushed me away. I would have fallen on my backside on the floor, but the crowd of men that had gathered around caught me and carried me back to the table where I had undressed for their amusement. As they carried me their hands were all over me. I even felt a finger forcing itself into my butt!

I was briefly able to look over and see Karin. As I looked, a new man was moving between her legs with his sex organ leading the way to her vagina, which already looked red and raw. There was a small puddle of body fluids on the table under her and I wondered how many men had already taken her. She wasn’t fighting them now. She had a blank look in her eyes as the man moved into position and roughly thrust himself into her. He drove his penis into her all the way to the hilt in one violent thrust.

She grunted in pain, but that was her only reaction. Then the hands reached out for her breasts again as she submitted to her next rape.

That was all that I had time to see. I was tossed onto my back on the table and I was suddenly grateful that my vagina was full of semen. A large, brutal looking man walked up, pushed himself through the other rapists who were impatiently waiting their turns, and drove his penis into me in one savage stroke.

I cried out in pain, and that brought a smile to his cruel features. He reached down and grabbed my thighs and pulled my legs up to his shoulders and started brutally driving into me, causing me to grunt loudly with each stroke. Now it was my turn to experience what Karin had been subjected to from the beginning. The hands began to move over my breasts. They were not gentle. They squeezed and twisted and pulled and seemed determined to cause me pain.

One of the other older men was near my head and he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back and kissed me. He forced his tongue into my mouth and raped me with his tongue. Then he pulled back and whispered in my ear, telling me all of the terrible things that they were going to do to me. The reaction that he got must have been just what he was looking for. He seemed pleased.

I tried to get out of here in my mind. I wanted desperately not to think about, not to know what was happening to me, what these men and boys were doing to my young body. I couldn’t. Every time I tried to meditate my way out of my body someone did something to hurt me, to cause me to cry out and come rushing back to the present. Every person that touched my breast seemed to want only to cause me pain. My nipples were sometimes pulled as though one of the men was trying to pull me right up off of the table using them as a handle.

I gave up eventually, and just prayed softly as the rape went on and on without pause. Well, not totally without pause. After every two or three men had taken me, one of the young black girls was called over to wipe my thighs and my groin clean with a rough towel.

I looked up at them the first few times, expecting to see sympathy, concern, anything but the obvious glee that they were taking from the way that we were being used. I just couldn’t understand how a young woman could take so much pleasure from this horrible gang rape.

I suppose that there was such a universe of difference between my life and theirs that they hated me for the life I lived just as much as they would have hated me if I had actually done something to them. They hated me for who I was. I was a West Side girl, a preppy young girl of privilege. I wasn’t. My family was poor. They must have thought that everyone from the West Side lived a life of privilege.

I wasn’t counting the men that raped me. I would glance at them, curiously, usually just before they entered my body. I noticed that they were getting younger and younger as time passed. There must have been a lot of men that had already used me, because the ones using me now were all the younger boys, the bottom of the pecking order. All of them referred to me as a bitch or a cunt and to my vagina as a pussy or a cunt, usually a cunt. All of those weapons that they were stabbing me with were cocks.

I had gotten very sore as time passed, but after a couple of hours, just as I thought that I couldn’t take another man into my body, I started getting numb. I still felt them driving into me brutally, but the pain in my vagina was lessening instead of growing now. I also noticed that the brutal torturing of my breasts had died down. They were still touching me, but the older ones that had been so brutal had already finished raping me and they were now just sitting around the room watching with amusement as the younger ones had their turns.

I tried to look over to see Karin, to see how she was doing, but I couldn’t see her. We were both still surrounded by half naked young men.

I glanced down after a very long time to see a young boy getting up on the table. He was obviously too young and too small to have sex with me while standing on the floor. He crawled up over me clumsily and rested his weight on me and started thrusting blindly, trying to get his sex organ, which I thought was surprisingly large for someone his age, into me.

He finally found the right place and sighed with pleasure as he buried his organ in my body. I grunted in pain, it was worse with his entire weight on my body, even though he was a small boy. I doubt if he was older than ten or eleven.

I glanced at his face as he took me and I was disgusted by what I saw. He looked just as evil as all of the others, there was a look of hate on his face, and he was just a little boy.

I heard sobbing and looked over to see that Karin was alone now. She was lying on her back, unmoving, and crying her heart out. It broke my heart to see her like that, even though I was in the same condition.

The little boy on top of me sped up, as hard as that was to believe, and I felt him add his semen to the river of it that had already been deposited in my body. Or at least I guess that he did. I had assumed that boys that young were incapable of ejaculating. I don’t know if that was just an assumption or if I read that somewhere.

I watched as he got off of me and several of his friends clapped him on the back and congratulated him. I gathered that I had been his first. I didn’t know if that was first rape, his first rape of a white girl, or just his first time having sex.

The gang was all relaxing now, drinking various alcoholic beverages, even the young ones, and I could smell the sweet, noxious smell of marijuana in the air. It suddenly occurred to me that it wasn’t over. I almost lost it when I realized that all of these men would use us again. In fact, they would probably take us over and over until they were tired of us.

I saw the door open, and I saw that it was still light outside. It was probably only early afternoon but I had no way of telling.

After I had laid there for a while on that table, long enough that I had gotten my crying under control, two of the girls came over to me, and two more went to Karin’s table. They helped us stand up on the table and they put old cooking pots on the table between our legs and ordered us to squat down.

We allowed the fluids to drain out of us as some of the men, mostly the younger men, stood around and made crude, disgusting remarks. When the draining finally ended, we were told that if we had to pee, we had better do it then and there, because it might be a long time before we were allowed to use a bathroom.

I did have to pee. I just wasn’t sure that I could do it with a room full of young men watching. I strained over the pot, and after a few tentative squirts, the urine came rushing out of me, splashing loudly into the cooking pot that was my toilet.

I heard a similar sound from Karin’s table, but I just stared at the floor and tried not to think of all the people that were watching me in amusement.

When I had finished, the pot was removed and another, this one full of slightly warm water, was placed near my feet. I was handed a wash cloth and a small towel and ordered to clean myself. I was very aware of the dried, crusted fluids on my thighs, even my calves, and the crust that was covering my butt, all the way up to the base of my spine, from when my butt had been dragged through their ejaculate as it had drained out of me and onto the table while they raped me.

I wet the cloth I had been given and scrubbed my sore vagina, the insides of my legs all the way to my ankles, and finally my butt. As I scrubbed at the gross mess that covered the lower half of my body I was constantly made aware that my audience continued to watch in amusement and make disgusting comments. Everything that Karin and I did seemed to amuse them. If I were not a good Catholic girl I would have called them a bunch of sick bastards.

When I was as clean as I could get myself I toweled dry. As soon as I was finished I was pulled off of the table by a couple of large, muscular young men and carried back over to the leader, who was sitting in his chair drinking a beer and talking on a cell phone. He seemed to be the only one in the room that wasn’t interested in every move that Karin and I made.

I was placed on my feet in front of the leader and in a moment Karin joined me. The crowd stood back again and I reached out and took Karin’s hand and squeezed it. She squeezed back and we stood there waiting for whatever was to come. We were not in a hurry to find out what it would be.

The leader ended his phone call finally and called me closer by wiggling his finger at me. I had to force Karin to let my hand go again, and I took the two steps necessary to stand where the leader had indicated.

He looked up at me and smiled and asked, “You had a pretty rough morning slut, but you seemed to handle it alright. Are you all rested up and ready for the next round?”

I felt as though someone had just punched me in the stomach, even though I had known that it was coming. I shook my head, knowing that it wouldn’t matter. He grinned and said, “Good, I like it more when you hate it.”

One of the older men in the group was taking a seat on the couch nearby and watching the interaction between me and the leader.

The leader spread his legs and reached out and grabbed my hand and pulled me closer. Then he pulled me to my knees and asked, “How much do you know about sucking cocks, cunt?”

I felt the blood drain from my face. I had assumed that there would be another round of sex, normal sex. Perhaps the men that had not already taken me, the ones that had been with Karin during that first long rape, would now have their opportunity to abuse my body. I had not even considered this particular deviation. I knew about oral sex of course, but I had been taught that it was a perversion and I had sworn to myself that I would never do it for my husband, my husband being the only man that I ever intended to have sex with.

I knelt between the gang leader’s thighs and I was so shocked that I didn’t know what to say. His hand suddenly moved and struck my face brutally. He moved so fast that I didn’t even see it happen.

I was knocked back on my butt and fell onto my back and before I had time to scream he had reached out and pulled me back to my knees between his thighs. “I asked you a question, god damn it!” he yelled angrily. “Don’t make me repeat myself!”

I held my hand to my cheek and stared at him, marshalling my thoughts. I had never in my life been struck before. Now that I think about it, except on TV or in movies, I had never seen anyone struck before, except playfully. The violence of it was overwhelming. I was totally subdued.

I responded quickly, “I don’t know much about it. I know that it is a sin. I know that it is when someone takes their partners sex organ into their mouth. I know I would never do it!”

The man smiled at me and talked to me like I was brain damaged.

“Okay stupid,” he said. “First of all, you are most definitely going to do it. You are going to do it a lot. Secondly, I do not want to hear you say the words ‘sex organ’ again. From now on you call them what they are. You call them cocks, and cunts, and asses, or assholes. The stuff that comes out of cocks is cum. You are a pretty smart girl. You get the idea don’t you?”

I nodded, but he was waiting for more. I was so afraid that he was going to hit me again that I tried to figure out what he wanted to say. Finally I said, “Sucking cocks is when a girl takes a guy’s cock into her mouth and sucks on it.”

He grinned at me, enjoying my discomfort. After a few moments he said, “That’s part of it. You are going to have to do a hell of a lot more than suck on it. You use your mouth just like you would your cunt. You move your lips and tongue up and down and you use your hands on the cock in your mouth and on the guy’s balls. After a man fills your mouth with his cum, you swallow it gratefully. You are grateful because it is an honor to have a man’s cum in your mouth, or in your belly. Do you think you understand now? Or do you think I need to explain further?

I sighed and said, “I think I understand.”

“Show me,” he said.

I leaned forward and started to take his large penis, I’m sorry… I mean cock, into my mouth. But he stopped me.

“No, you stupid bitch!” he exclaimed. “I want some foreplay first. I’m a sensitive guy. You need to make me want it. Before you start sucking my cock I want you to kiss my balls and lick them. Get me hot for your sweet young ass.”

I could smell his body odor. My face was inches from his crotch. Hygiene was not something that was high on his list of priorities. He had not cleaned himself since he took my virginity several hours ago. That didn’t matter though. I was terrified and totally cowed and I didn’t want him to slap me again. I leaned forward and started licking his large, hairy, black balls, licking and kissing and then licking some more.

As I did I saw Karin beside me, on her knees between that other man’s legs and doing the same thing to him. Unfortunately, I didn’t have time to keep track of her. I watched as the leader’s cock got harder and harder and I saw that it was nearly eight inches long, or at least as close as I could tell from this angle. It certainly seemed huge.

I had had the chance to see a few others over the last few hours though, and I knew that it was not all that thick. I had taken many thicker ones into my vagina… I mean cunt.

Once I had liberally coated his balls with my saliva I looked up at him and he nodded. I opened my mouth and took the head of his cock into my mouth and tried to mimic the motion of a cunt moving up and down his cock, while at the same time I used my hands to stimulate that portion that I couldn’t fit in my mouth. A significant portion, I might add.

Even though I only managed to take half of his cock between my lips, he watched with great pleasure, enjoying the sight of me struggling to please him. I did all the things that I could think of to please him, obeying every command, every suggestion, and eventually I saw him tensing up and moving his hips and I knew that he was going to cum in my mouth.

I was terrified. But I was more terrified of failing than I was of having a mouthful of this cruel black man’s cum. He made no effort to restrain me, or to hold my head in place. He seemed to know that his threat was enough.

I felt the first spurts of foul tasting, smelly cum hit the roof of my mouth and the back of my throat and I gagged, but I held his cock in my mouth and worked my hands up an down rapidly, letting my mouth fill with his cum. When he was finished and he had pushed me away I swallowed it all. I gagged again, but just a little, fear can work wonders on you when you have a mouthful of cum. I swallowed it all, and then I licked the last couple of drops from the end of his cock without even being asked.

He patted my head and said, “You might just live after all, you stupid cunt.”

Then things got rough again. I was taken back to the table where I had just been raped for so many hours and I was roughly placed on my back with my head hanging down over the side.

As soon as I was in place, a line formed and men and boys started filling my mouth with cock. Because of the angle that they had placed me in on the table, I could see Karin, and I guess she had failed to swallow every drop of the load of cum that she had sucked from that man’s cock, or something equally heinous. She was pulled up over the lap of the man whose cock she had been forced to suck and he was beating her butt, sorry, her ass, with a thick, metal studded, leather belt.

Karin was screaming at the top of her lungs now, and the guys who were watching were going crazy. I didn’t get to watch all of it. It turned out that there was a big disadvantage to the position that I was in.

With my head hanging down, they all seemed to think that my mouth and my throat were all one large sex organ and they all kept forcing their cocks into my throat while they had sex with my mouth. I’m sorry, this is hard for me. They fucked my mouth and throat as if they were just another pussy. On every cock that entered my mouth I could taste the crud from the earlier round of fucking.

Just like the first round, the boys that weren’t having sex with me were torturing my already sore breasts. I was sure that if I lived through the night, my breasts would be black and blue. They were terribly swollen. Now that my pussy was not being used they had another way to torment me. Their rough hands tormented my already aching pussy constantly. Usually two or three of them at a time, especially the younger boys, pulled and twisted and teased my flesh without mercy.

Just like it had been in the first round or rapes, the older, usually better endowed men were taking advantage of me first. It was horrible, of course, and I struggled to breathe as they forced themselves into my throat and cut off my air supply. To keep my struggles from interfering with their pleasure, two of the men used short lengths of rope to restrain my arms, tying my wrists to the table legs.

I was totally helpless now. One black cock after another was forced down my throat. My throat felt like it was on fire, but after a while I realized that at least this way, most of the men came with their cocks buried in my throat and I didn’t taste anything, or have to swallow anything. It hurt like hell, but there was an advantage.

Eventually, Karin was secured to her table and some of the men moved over to line up for her. It still seemed to me that a majority of them were waiting to use my mouth. After a while, the ones that were a more average size weren’t that hard to take. Every once in a while some man with a very fat cock would step up and fill my mouth with his meat and, after struggling for a while, they always managed to get it down my throat.

This time around though, there was no pause to allow the girls to step in and clean us because we swallowed all of their cum. So it was one cock right after another.

I had the impression that there were more people here now. I guess the word was getting out in the community about the two teenage white girls who were putting out. As sick as it sounds, I was glad Karin was with me, there must be close to fifty men and boys here now. If I had to satisfy them all, over and over, it would have killed me. Of course, I might be dead by the end of the day anyway.

Given that I had a head start on Karin, and I had the impression that the line around my table was longer than the line for hers, I think I must have sucked off, or been throat fucked by, at least thirty men and boys. The taste in my mouth was horrible. My lips were sore and swollen but my throat, thankfully, had finally gotten numb.

When the lines finally were gone, our hands were freed and we were pulled to a sitting position on the tables. We were each given a beer to drink. It tasted terrible, but I gulped it down gratefully. I looked across at Karin on her table and she really looked rough. But then, I suppose that I did to.

We were given another beer and Karin and I drank these a little slower. The men were all talking and joking among themselves and pretty much ignoring us for now. But that was okay, we did not feel left out.

I saw the leader call one of the black girls over and talk to her for a minute. She listened and then she shook her head and gathered the other girls together. I was watching, because I assumed that anything that happened in here today had something to do with me, with us.

I saw the girls laughing and joking and then they all got undressed, right there in the middle of the room. They were not the loveliest bunch of girls that I had ever seen. There were seven of them now. Most of them were overweight, had large sagging breasts, stretch marks, it appeared that they had all given birth, and they had huge butts.

I watched nervously as they walked over to where Karin and I were still sitting on the tables that we had spent most of the day on now, and the oldest girl stepped up and started speaking to us.

She said, “You girls are both gonna be three holers. You know what that means?”

Karin and I shook our head and she smiled evilly and said, “That means that anybody that wants to can fuck your cunts, or your mouths, or your asses, any time they wants. And you gotta let them. They already broke in your cunts, and your mouths. Before they break in your asses they are going to let you take a break and at the same time they are going to reward us girls for our hard work keeping you cunts clean today. You gonna eat us all out and make us cum all over your West Side cheerleader faces. You gonna be eatin’ pussy for the next half hour or so.”

“I know you are anxious to get your assholes broken in, but you are going to have to wait until you get us all off.”

Then she pushed me onto my back and climbed up and straddled my chest. I looked at her cruel face first, and then I looked at her nasty, fat, sloppy looking cunt. It looked huge! The lips hung down at least an inch. I thought that she must be nothing but a piece of meat for all of these men. Then I realized that that was what Karin and I were now.

She grinned down at me and then she lowered her pussy onto my mouth and said, “Come on bitch, start eating.”

I didn’t really know what to do. It was not something that I ever thought that I would do to another woman. Her wiry, kinky pubic hair was tickling my nose, but at least she didn’t smell too dirty. I reluctantly stuck my tongue out and started licking her large slit and as I did she closed her eyes and groaned and swiveled her hips. I assumed that I was doing something right and kept doing it.

I was oblivious at first to the men crowding in to add to my humiliation. Until I noticed that one of them was holding a large, professional looking movie camera. My first thought was to wonder if that thing had been recording the entire rape, but then I realized that of course it had. These thugs would want a record for their own amusement if nothing else. I feared that would not be the only use this record was put to. I imagine that there is a big market for movies of pretty, sixteen year old girls getting gang raped. There are a lot of perverts out there.

I heard noises from the other table that let me know that Karin was being put to the same use that I was. As usual though, it seemed to me that I got the worst of it. There were seven women, and I ended up eating out four of them. That was okay, I was in no hurry to finish and have all of these gangsters that were lined up to fuck my ass be turned loose on me. Eating out these black sluts was horrible, but it didn’t hurt. I knew what was coming was going to hurt bad.

I finished eating out the last and the youngest of the seven girls and she patted my cheek and told me what a good pussy eater I was becoming. Then she slid off of the table. I was waiting on my back, staring at the dark, stained ceiling, waiting for the next outrage. It was not what I expected.

I heard Karin groan and saw a crowd of people moving towards me, then the crowd parted and Karin was lowered on to me. Her face was in my crotch and her crotch was right at my mouth.

I saw the camera getting close ups. I knew what they wanted, and I figured that it had to be easier than what I had already done. And I was right. Eating out Karin was much more pleasant than eating out those four black whores had been. Karin was returning the favor and, though I didn’t have an orgasm, it felt very nice. That was the closest I came all day to having an orgasm.

They were probably disappointed with our lack of reaction, but after all that had happened to us today, this was nothing. I was actually relieved when I saw Karin’s pussy. It was red and swollen, but it did not appear to be all stretched out and ruined by all of the rough sex we had just been subjected to. So I could hope that mine probably wasn’t either.

Karin didn’t have an orgasm either, but I think she enjoyed it too. At least she enjoyed it more than anything else we had been forced to do today.

They must have gotten tired of waiting though, because eventually they lifted her off of me and put her back on her table. I felt my legs being lifted and the ropes that had secured my hands earlier were now used to secure my ankles over my head to the table legs.

I saw that Karin was in the same position and two of the girls that we had eaten out came out of the crowd and each had a tube of lubricant in their hand. They applied the lubricant liberally to our asses and used their fingers to stretch us out. It hurt like hell, but I didn’t have to be very intelligent to realize that it was about to get a whole lot worse.

This time, after the girls were finished with us, the leader stepped up and stood behind Karin. I saw him rubbing his cock up and down the crack of her butt, and then I was aware of the older man that had been the first to take Karin. He was standing at the table I was secured to with his large, fat cock rubbing up and down on my cunt.

I saw instantly that his cock was significantly larger, or at least fatter, than the gang leader’s cock was. He grinned down at me and said, “Bitch, there ain’t nothing I love more than a young white girl’s cherry asshole. I am going to tear you up!”

Then he pulled back and lined his cock up with my ass and brutally forced it into me. I screamed like I had never screamed before. And he just kept yelling, “Yeah baby, let me hear it, tell me how much you hate it, white girl!”

He plunged his fat cock all the way inside of my ass and then, without pause, he pulled back and drove it in again, and again I screamed.

It was unbearable, I was sure that he must have torn me. I just knew that I was going to bleed to death on this table in the ghetto in front of a crowd of black gang members with my ankles secured by my head. He leaned over me and smiled down and he just kept plunging in and out, as brutally as he could, all the while staring at my face and enjoying my suffering.

To make matters worse, he had already fucked Karin, in the pussy and the mouth. It took this animal a very long time to cum in my ass. For the first few minutes I screamed with every stroke. Finally I couldn’t scream any more. I lay there with my eyes staring blankly and grunted in pain as he reamed my ass out.

I wasn’t all that relieved when he grabbed me hard and, after jack hammering into me for a minute longer, he filled my ass with cum. Because I knew that that was just one rape down, it was only the beginning of a long line of brutal black men and boys that were going to rape my ass.

Unfortunately I was right. It went on and on for what seemed like forever. The girls were put to work again. After every two or three men they would clean us with a slimy, dirty, wet cloth, and then the next man would step up to the table and the rapes would continue without mercy.

Not long after this round of rapes had started, I think it was the third man that fucked my ass; they came up with a nasty twist. After they pulled out of my ass they walked around and forced their slimy, cum covered cocks into my mouth for cleaning.

By the time this last round of rapes had finally come to an end, it was hard to decide if my asshole hurt worse, or my back and legs from being secured with my ankles so close to my head for so long.

Finally it was over. As Karin and I were lying on the table and getting cleaned by two of the black girls, I noticed the door open again and saw that it was dark outside. Karin and I had been getting fucked in all three holes by close to fifty men for almost the entire day now. Surely they would have to either kill us or let us go now. They couldn’t have any more cum left in them to defile us with. At this point I didn’t even care which. Either one was preferable to this. Death would be preferable to living like this.

One of the girls untied us and we were lying there resting after the girls finished cleaning us. One of the men brought us each another beer. I guess it is an acquired taste, because this one was delicious. It was certainly better than the taste of cum and blood and feces that had been left in my mouth from cleaning their cocks after the latest round of anal rapes.

After we finished our beers we were pulled to our feet and forced to stand up on very uncertain legs. We were led back over to where the gang leader was sitting. While he stared at us with a pleased expression I saw something pass in front of my face and a wide, thick, leather collar was buckled around my neck and a small padlock held it in place.

As soon as I realized the implication of the collar, that they were not going to let us go, I started to panic all over again.

Karin dropped to her knees. She too had realized that the collar meant that they were going to keep us here. This still wasn’t over. She covered her face and sobbed hysterically.

I just stood there with a look of despair on my face. The gang members obviously enjoyed both reactions.

The men were just sitting around drinking and talking now. I was pulled into the leader’s lap. Karin was pulled into the other man’s. I assumed now that he must be the second in command. As they sipped their drinks their hands were all over us. I was at least grateful to note that the leader’s cock did not get hard again. He was just torturing me, keeping the stress constant, not allowing me time to really rest and catch my breath.

We had been like that for a while, long enough that I had begun to ignore the rough hand that was tormenting me, when the outside door opened and yet another large, black man entered. By large I mean that he was very fat. He was older than the others here, or seemed to be.

He walked over to where Karin and I were being tormented and looked us over. Then he removed his shoes and his pants and shorts. I suddenly realized who it was. It was the bus driver that had put us off of his bus and delivered us up to these monsters! It had not been just a simple mistake! He had delivered us to this gang so that we could be raped and tormented.

He was leering at us and I saw Karin looking at him. I prayed that she didn’t recognize him. Because I was afraid that she would blurt something out and then they would have to kill us. I knew that if either of us let on that we knew his identity we would never leave here alive.

The driver sat down and Karin and I were pushed to our feet and shoved over in front of him. He ordered Karin to kneel and suck and lick his balls and I was ordered to suck his cock. It must have gotten pretty warm on that bus today, because his crotch smelled horrible. It was sweaty and nasty, but of course, that didn’t matter. We had no choice, no say at all over the things that entered our mouths, or our bodies.

I took him into my mouth easily. His cock was only about average. I found that I was becoming something of an expert on cock size now. I had no problem sliding my mouth and throat down over his throbbing cock. With the extra stimulation that he was getting from Karin’s tongue he came very quickly.

But we were kept in place and we continued to lick and suck on his cock and his balls. When he was hard again, which didn’t take long, he put Karin on the floor and dropped his huge body down on top of her and fucked her violently. I couldn’t see anything but her legs sticking out from under him. While he was fucking her he ordered me to lick his ass, but he moved so violently I could not keep up and I doubt if my tongue penetrated the crack of his ass more than two or three times.

After the fat, ugly, old bus driver was finished using us we were ignored for a while. Eventually I noticed that the crowd was thinning out. There were only a dozen young men left, and all of the girls were gone.

From time to time one of the men would come over to where we were sitting on the floor and we would have to suck his cock or he would fuck one of us. Later they started playing their rap music again and made us dance nude on the table for them for a while. For the most part though we were just resting and praying that it would end soon.

Although most of the gang had apparently gone home for the night, the remaining twelve members were apparently going to spend the night. Karin and I were exhausted and we drifted off to sleep for a little while every now and then. We didn’t sleep well, or for very long, and as much as possible we kept our eyes on the crowd of young rapists.

Sometime, we had lot all sense of time but it was early in the morning, Karin shook me awake and held her finger to her lips to tell me to be quiet. She leaned down and whispered in my ear, “They’re all asleep now. Let’s get the hell out of here!”

I looked around and it did, indeed, look like everyone was asleep. I had no idea where our clothes were, but I didn’t care. I just wanted out of here. We stood up as quietly as we could and looked around to see if anyone noticed.

None of them moved or spoke, they all seemed to be breathing deeply. We walked softly on bare feet to the metal outer door. Karin turned the knob as quietly as possible, and slowly pushed it open. We slipped out and probably got ten feet before a car, which was parked near the door, turned its headlights on us, causing Karin to scream in fright. We turned the other way and started to run, but there was another car parked at the other end of the alley and whoever was inside turned the headlights on and we stopped. Both ends of the alley were blocked, there was no place else to go.

We stood still as a couple of young gang members got out of each car and approached us. They were smiling. It had all been a trap, a tease to let us think that we had a chance to get away.

One of the older boys grabbed me and pulled me close and said, “You don’t want to leave now, little girl, the fun is just starting!”

I followed along reluctantly as he pulled me towards the car at the end of the alley. I was held in place while they tied Karin down on her back with her arms and legs spread wide on the hood of the late model Cadillac.

When she was secure, they pulled me around back and secured me to the trunk. My legs hung down over the bumper and my butt rested on the edge of the trunk. My arms were attached to ropes that went behind me and through the open rear windows of the back doors.

Once I was in place, one of them stepped up to me and forced his cock inside of me. I was dry inside, but it didn’t bother him. He fucked me roughly, that seemed to be the only way these guys fucked. And after he came he stepped back and watched as his cum started to leak out of me.

Then he got in the car and started it up and started driving! It was just getting light out and we passed a few cars on the city streets as he drove around with us naked on his car. He obviously didn’t care if anyone saw us. He finally parked in front of a small shop. It wasn’t open yet, but unlike most of the stores in this area, it wasn’t boarded up.

I realized that these guys could do anything that they wanted to us in this part of town. They owned it! They weren’t worried about the police or about anyone that lived there turning them in. They could drive around with two naked, sixteen year old white girls who were obviously here against their will, tied to the hood and the trunk of their car and they knew that nothing would come of it, except to impress the people that lived around here.

It occurred to me yet again that Karin and I might never get out of here, at least not while we were alive.

The driver of the car and his passenger got out and went inside the building, leaving us on display like a couple of freshly bagged bucks. I started crying at how hopeless our situation seemed. I didn’t realize that it would soon get worse.

Before long, people were walking by on the sidewalk. Some glanced at us nervously and kept on walking. I called out to a couple of them, the women, and begged for help. They just turned their heads and kept on walking. Some of the men seemed uncomfortable too. They glanced at us and hurried past as if they hadn’t seen us.

Not everyone ignored our plight though. More than a few of them stopped to look at us, or explore our bodies with their hands. Even that was the worst thing that happened. Twice one of the passing men walked up to me and pulled out his cock and raped me, right there on the street. I could tell from the sounds coming from the front of the car that the same thing was happening to Karin.

Then the kids started to come by, the kids that were on their way to school. That was when things got really bad. They were cruel and rough and they took the time to abuse us before moving on. Sometimes they just tormented us, pinched or slapped our breasts, sometimes one or more of them would fuck us right there on the car. I had been fucked at least another two dozen times that morning before the leader of the gang that had kidnapped us came out of the building with a cup of coffee in his hand and smiled down at me.

After a moment he asked, “I heard you were trying to sneak out, aren’t you enjoying our hospitality? Did you want to go outside and play? If you girls like to play outside, we can play outside. No one in this part of town is going to say or do anything to help your ass. Look around you, you stupid cunt. Do you think any of these people cares what happens to a couple of privileged white schoolgirls?”

I didn’t bother to answer.

He stepped back and leaned against the building and watched the kids going by as they stopped to abuse us. It lasted for a long time, or at least it seemed like a very long time, right out here in the middle of a city in broad daylight.

After the school kids had gone past, it appeared that the fun and games were over. The leader gulped down the last of his coffee and started to go back inside, but he turned his head and looked down the street, then I saw him turn back around and lean back against the building again and smile.

I held my head up and saw another young man coming up the sidewalk. He was young and he looked like he should be going to school, but instead he was walking up the sidewalk with a large Rottweiler. The large dog was pulling the kid along on a leash.

As soon as the dog spotted me, or smelled me, he started whining and struggling to get close to sniff me. The gang leader was watching and the man that had driven the car over came outside to watch too.

They watched as the dog struggled to get closer and sniff my crotch, which was dripping a couple dozen loads of fresh cum. The dog put his paws up on the back bumper of the car and I screamed as he leaned down and lapped at me with his large tongue.

The three men were laughing at my reaction, and the dog’s struggles, and Karin was calling out to me, “What is it Amanda? What are they doing?”

The dog was getting more agitated and the driver of the car came closer and said, “Hey dude, watch it! Your fucking mutt is scratching my fucking car!”

I felt immense relief as the dog was pulled away, but it was only the car that he was worried about, not me. I felt my ropes being untied and the driver grabbed the leather collar that was still around my neck and pushed me to the sidewalk.

The boy let the dog loose and I cried out as he rushed behind me and forced his snout between my thighs, lapping furiously at my pussy.

I looked up at the smiling faces of the three men, no, now there were five of them. I begged them to make it stop. I pleaded with them, but the gang leader said, “Honey, you have to learn your lesson first, you can’t be trying to go anywhere without permission.”

I looked up at him and I pleaded, “Oh please, please god! I swear I have learned my lesson sir. I promise that I will never go anywhere without permission again. I swear it!”

I could see that they didn’t really care what I said. It had all been a set up anyway. They were being hugely entertained now. They wouldn’t stop it no matter what I said.

The dog was lapping at me and growling now. He was a large, very dangerous looking animal and I was terrified. As he worked at my crotch, right there on the public sidewalk of a city street, his strength and his weight were shifting me all around, causing me to scratch my knees on the cement.

The dog was finally ready to mount me and he walked up over me easily. I looked back to see that his hindquarters were already humping air as he neared me, and I was shocked at the size of his exposed cock. It was huge! It was as large as the largest cock that had taken me yesterday, at least eight inches long, though thankfully it was not very fat.

I prayed that this was just a game for them, that they were just teasing. Surely at the last moment they would pull the dog away. That isn’t what happened.

I felt his cock slamming against my butt, and I was terrified that he was going to put it in me, but even more terrified that he was going to put it in the wrong place. It stabbed against me and I felt liquid spraying against my ass and my thighs. I couldn’t tell what it was. I didn’t know if he was peeing or cumming or what. I heard the dog’s owner tell the others that I was only lubrication spraying from the end of his cock. It seemed to cover me before the dog finally found my pussy and plunged his cock in violently.

I screamed as it entered me. It hurt like hell, both physically and mentally. I was being fucked by a dog!

I could tell that he was continuing to excrete lubricant into my pussy. I felt it draining out of me and running down the inside of my thighs. I was in shock now. I wasn’t crying any longer. I wasn’t begging, I was just kneeling on the sidewalk and submitting to a large, growling, black and brown Rottweiler for the amusement of a growing crowd of young black men.

As soon as his cock was buried in me he started fucking me more violently than any of the men or boys from yesterday. He took long, brutal strokes, but the strokes were so fast, it was unbelievable, and it was unbelievably painful.

As I was taken there on the city sidewalk by the dog, I kept my head down and tried to block out the sounds of the excited crowd around me. I could tell that the crowd was growing. I could see legs and feet surrounding me now, and hear the horrible remarks.

It went on and on and I thought that it would never end. With each brutal stroke the end of the beast’s cock seemed to poke painfully against my cervix. His cock must be even longer than I thought it was!

Finally I felt the dog getting rougher and the fucking become even more violent and it felt like someone was shoving a fist into my pussy. I screamed loudly at the pain and I realized that he had forced the fist sized knot at the base of his cock into me.

He locked his forelegs around my torso and held me in place and stopped his brutal fucking and stood over me, shivering as he filled me with his cum.

It was terrible. I could feel it. I couldn’t feel it when a man came in me. I knew that they were doing it, and I could feel it draining out of me later, but you couldn’t feel it when they shot their slimy cum into you. I could feel it now though. The dog’s knot sealed the opening of my pussy and the scalding cum was filling up my uterus. It had nowhere else to go. I could feel the heat of it. I could feel myself filling up with it.

The disgusting comments got worse, but I just crouched there on my knees and waited for it to end. After the dog had filled me with his spend he continued to hold me between his strong forelegs, letting his seed do its work I suppose.

I was distracted when the dog’s owner stepped up to my head and grabbed my hair and pulled my face up to his long, black cock. He forced it into my mouth and brutally fucked my throat, ignoring the growls of his dog that didn’t want to share his new bitch.

He came quickly, pulling out just far enough to permit his cum to fill my mouth instead of sliding down my throat. Then he pulled out of my mouth and watched me swallow while he put his wet cock away and put his clothing back together.

The dog was done now. He was ready to get on with his walk. He was still tied to his new human bitch, though, and he was getting impatient. He stepped over my back and struggled briefly to free himself. We were connected still, but we were now ass to ass and he was standing there, panting, his tongue lolling out, waiting for his knot to subside.

Every few minutes he would pull, trying to get free, and I would scream in pain. It seemed much longer, but it was probably five minutes before he finally pulled free and turned around and sniffed my ass, before twisting around and licking his cock clean.

I felt the rush of the dog’s cum as it poured out of me and ran down the inside of my thighs. It was the most disgusting, the most humiliating thing that could ever happen to me. I was crying uncontrollably now as the leader of the gang stepped away from the wall and grabbed my hair and lifted my face and made me look at him. He smiled at me and said, “Too damn bad we didn’t have the camera here. Now we will have to do that again.”

I collapsed onto the cold concrete sidewalk and balled like a baby.

They ignored me for a few minutes, and then the gang leader got in the car and drove off with Karin still on the hood of the car. I was forced to my feet and looked at them driving away, wondering where they were taking Karin.

The man that had driven me over here pulled me along the sidewalk, past the occasional pedestrian, gathering nervous looks from complete strangers and ignoring them totally. We only walked three blocks before we came to the alley where the gang’s club was located. I was dragged down the alley and taken inside.

As I entered I saw that Karin was busy. There was a gang member fucking her from behind, and another was fucking her face.

I was led through the room to a bathroom, the nastiest, smelliest most nauseating restroom that I had ever seen, and ordered to clean myself up. There was no shower or tub, but I was able to sit on the toilet and let the huge stream of dog cum drain out of me while I cried softly. I had been unable to stop crying since the dog had, well, since the dog. Now I was finally able to relax and let the fluids drain from me and it took a very long time. When the draining finally ended I went to the sink, disgusted as my bare feet moved through whatever fluids were accumulating on the bathroom floor. Whoever had toilet trained these boys had not done a very good job.

I was unable to get any warm water to come from the tap, but I used cold water and a dirty old bar of soap and washed my legs and my groin and my belly and even my ass. I rinsed off and then used paper towels to dry off. I saved a wad of paper towels which I used to clean the bottoms of my feet at the door, and then I tossed them in the trash can and returned to the gang leader in his usual chair.

He looked me over and said, “Much better. You were too nasty to fuck.” Then he nodded to some nearby thugs and it started again. I was grabbed by the nipple and pulled out into the middle of the room and pushed to my knees near Karin. We were both kneeling on rubber mats, probably so that the men who raped us would be comfortable.

I glanced at Karin and saw that she was already a mess. There was cum running down her thighs and beginning to pool between her legs. There were no young black girls here yet to clean her up and the guys were just ignoring it. As soon as one of them shot a load of cum into her pussy he moved back and another took is place.

That was all I had time to see before I felt a cock jammed into me. Compared to earlier with the animal, this was nothing. Soon though, another man dropped down in front of me and just as I was about to take his cock into my mouth I realized that it had just come from Karin’s pussy. It was filthy, sticky, covered in the foul smelling cum from several men. My hair was grabbed and my mouth and tongue were guided on a tour of his balls and then his disgusting cock.

I licked and sucked his cock until it was shiny and clean. As soon as he pulled away another one took his place.

Although our Catholic schools had let out for the summer already, the city schools were still in session for another week. The younger boys must have gone to school today. I don’t know why they weren’t in school yesterday. Today, during the day, it was just the older teens and the adults here to torment and rape us. There may have been twenty men all together. That worked out to approximately ten men apiece, of course, and so we were done, or rather they were done with us, in a little over an hour.

We were instructed to use our tongues to clean up the puddle of cum that had accumulated on the mats between our legs. I gagged a little as I sucked it up. Karin nearly lost her, well, not her lunch. I suddenly realized that we had not eaten since breakfast yesterday morning. Or at least we had eaten nothing but the fluids the gang members had been feeding us from the ends of their cocks.

Once that was accomplished we were ordered into another sixty-nine and forced to suck and lick each other clean.

We were left alone after that. The men gathered in groups around the room and talked quietly, or listened. A few of them just found an empty couch and took a nap.

While I was looking around, apparently not as discretely as I thought, the gang leader waived me over. I got up and walked over to him. He stood up and pulled his pants and shorts down and sat back down. He didn’t even bother to tell me what he wanted. He didn’t have to. I squeezed in between his legs and bent over and took his semi-hard cock into my mouth and sucked him off with little difficulty. He came soon and I swallowed his double mouthful of cum and then I licked up the last few drops from the end of his cock and straightened up again.

He pushed me away and nodded to someone. This guy always seems to nod and people knew what he wanted. Weird! Though I imagine that when he does that he is just telling people to go ahead and obey an order he has already given. It is still a little strange.

Two men came over and picked me up by the leather collar around my neck and led me back to the table where I had first been gang raped yesterday. I was picked up and put on the table and my hands and feet were tied to the table legs. I saw that Karin was already tied down in a similar fashion.

We were left alone like this, and I assumed that this was just another way of making sure that we didn’t run away again. I was wrong. Someone came in the metal door from outside and went over and talked to the gang leader and the men that were gathered around him. Then the new man came over and looked at Karin and me.

He stood over us both for a moment, looking at our naked bodies and enjoying the view. Then he toyed with our nipples, making them hard and looking at them closely. He then did the same thing with our clitorises.

I don’t know about Karin, but I assumed that this was just one more black man that was going to rape me. I wish that I had been right. Instead, he set a few things down on the table beside each of us. I couldn’t see what they were. Then he started playing with one of my nipples again. As he did, it suddenly occurred to me that he had not looked in my face once! It didn’t matter who we were, we were just a warm collection of female parts, warm, young, fresh, female parts to be tormented.

My nipple got hard again and he reached down to the pile of things that he had put on the table beside me. He opened up a small envelope and pulled out an alcohol swab and wiped it over my nipples. I realized what was going on just as he fastened a strange device that looked almost like eyelash curler onto my nipple and before I could scream at him to stop he drove a needle through my nipple.

I passed out, and when I had regained consciousness I had rings in both nipples and my clit!

The man was now working on Karin, making her nipples hard and she was crying and pleading with him to stop. He totally ignored her. She was not as lucky as I. She didn’t pass out. She screamed loudly through every piercing. I couldn’t watch, but I could tell by the sounds when finally it was over.

Or at least that was what we thought. We were wrong. The man looked up and invited four men from the crowd that surrounded us to pick up the heavy table that I was fastened to and carry it over near the wall. I was set down and while they went back to get Karin, the man set out more equipment and plugged in a strange looking device and sat down beside me.

When he was comfortable he dampened my skin and used a straight razor to clear a patch of skin just over my pussy. Then he dried it with a towel. Next, he leaned down and used a marker of some sort to write something on my skin in the area that he had just shaved. Finally, he picked up the device he had just plugged in and turned it on and began to tattoo the markings into my skin.

It hurt like hell and I was crying loudly by the time he finished. He moved over to provide the same service to Karin and I tried to see what he had marked me with, but I was crying so hard that I couldn’t make it out.

While the man was working on Karin I was untied and pulled to my feet and sent over to show the gang leader the results of my latest beauty treatment.

I stumbled across the floor and stood in front of him and he looked at it and smiled. I wiped my eyes and looked down to appraise the damage to my body. The rings that had been inserted into the base of my nipples and in the sheath of flesh that covered my clit were thin, but about the circumference of a nickel. They had a small gap in them, and little balls at each end of the ring to keep it in place. And they hurt like hell!

I was finally able to make out the tattoo that stretched across my pubic area, less than an inch above my slit. In thick black letters it said, “SLAVE TO BLACK COCK”, and a small replica of an erect black cock and a set of large black balls.

Karin came over in a few minutes, with the same disfiguring markings. We looked at each other and then looked away. The rapes were bad enough, but this permanent reminder, if we should get out of this alive, was enough to ruin our lives forever and we knew it.

We were sent back over to the mats and after the tattoo artist fucked Karin in the ass, I was ordered to clean her in the usual way. Then several of the men forced us to pose in a lot of humiliating poses while they took digital pictures of us.

When they had taken enough pictures to satisfy them, we were brought to our feet again and leashes were attached to our collars. Two of the men led us outside and out of the alley and down the sidewalk. We walked a couple of blocks wearing only the leather collars that they locked in place around our throats, we didn’t even have shoes on. As we walked down the sidewalk we passed numerous people who seemed only to be amused by what was happening to us. It was later in the day now, and there were more people on the sidewalk.

A few times the men that were leading us down the street stopped to talk to someone. I tried not to listen, but I had trouble understanding what they said when they talked among themselves anyway. It was like they had their own language. It was almost English, but not quite.

Finally the men leading us turned into a doorway and up a narrow flight of stairs. We were led into a small, rundown apartment and, after giving both men a quick blowjob, we were ordered to lie on the bed in the back bedroom and get some sleep.

We were exhausted. We had been able to take a couple of short naps last night. But it had not been nearly enough to recover from the trauma we had been put through. I was still so wound up that I didn’t believe I would be able to sleep. But Karin and I lay down on the dirty, lumpy mattress and in just a short time we were sleeping.

We didn’t even talk. There was nothing that we could say to each other that could make this better. There was nothing that we could say that could make us believe that everything would be alright again, not at anytime in the future.

We slept until we were shaken and ordered to get up and take a shower. We went down the hall and the men removed our collars and we went into the nasty bathroom and took a long hot shower together. We helped each other, washing each other’s hair and washing each other’s back.

We rinsed off then, but before we shut the water off we hugged for a while and tried to take comfort from each other. It was a careful hug. We hurt in so many places.

We finally shut off the water and dried ourselves. We found that someone had placed our purses on the sink counter and we were able to brush out our hair and put on a little makeup. Then we stepped out of the room and went down the hall to report back to the two men that had taken charge of us.

They put the collars back around our necks and locked them in place. They examined the wounds left by the piercings and proclaimed them healthy. I suppose that they were experts, judging by the number of tattoos they had on their bodies. They handed us a cream to apply to our tattoos and to our piercings.

We were each given a pair of very high heeled shoes, much higher than either of us had worn before. We were told to walk around the room until we were comfortable in them.

We were never comfortable in them, but we reached a point that we could walk without looking like we were walking on a tightrope.

When they were satisfied that we could walk without falling down they handed both of us a nearly transparent thong and ordered to put that on. Finally we were given a small leather vest that was held together by a chain across the front. The gap in the front of the vest was so large that it was impossible to cover both nipples at the same time. After what we had been through in the last two days, that didn’t seem as important anymore.

Our leashes were reattached and we were led back outside and down the street, back to the clubhouse. As we entered I noticed that the gang was all here again. All of the kids that had been missing during the day had shown up.

I expected that they would be offered the opportunity to make up for all of the sex that they had missed while they were in school, if that was where they were, but Karin and I were left alone, much to our surprise.

The leader of the gang looked us over and then he left without saying a word. We were led to a table and pushed down into hard, cold, metal chairs and ignored.

After sitting silently for a few minutes I asked Karin, “Are you okay? Are you going to make it?”

She looked at me as if to say, “What a stupid question, of course I’m not okay!”

I smiled wryly, and said, “You know what I mean. I couldn’t take it if you flipped out.”

She closed her eyes and sighed deeply and said, “I know. I almost lost it a couple of times. I know it has been worse on you. I’m trying to hang in there. I know that there must be people looking for us. I just keep praying that they find us before it’s too late, if it isn’t already too late.”

I looked up at her sharply and asked, “What do you mean by that?”

She just shrugged, but I repeated the question and she said, “Look at us! We have been fucked every way that there is by fifty black men and a half a dozen black whores. You were forced to let a dog rape you right on a city sidewalk in broad daylight. We now have rings in our nipples and our pussies and a tattoo that says that we are slaves to black cocks. Maybe the tattoos are right. What else are we good for now?”

“No decent guy of any race will want us now,” she continued, “and even if we did find someone who had not heard about, or didn’t care about what has happened to us, we are always going to have to worry about those movies and pictures popping up. Maybe all we are good for now is hanging around here getting gang fucked by these assholes.”

I looked at her in shock and said, “Karin! Don’t talk like that! We can have those tattoos removed when we get out of here. They have people that can help us, rape counselors. Don’t give up on me. Please Karin, I couldn’t stand that.”

She reached out and took my hand and squeezed. Then she said, “You know they have something in mind for us tonight. They didn’t dress us up like organ grinder’s monkeys and let us get some rest for nothing. You know it won’t be pleasant. Nothing they think of is.”

I nodded and said, “I know. I can’t help believing that nothing that they do to us now will be worse than what they have already done.”

Karin shrugged again and said, “We shall see.”

We were quiet again for a while, and then I looked around to make sure we were alone and I asked, “Did you recognize that fat guy last night?”

Karin looked around and said, “The bus driver.”

I nodded and said, “I was afraid you were going to freak out when he came in. You had some pretty scary looks on your face last night.”

Karin nodded and said, “Yeah, I zoned out a couple of times yesterday, I just couldn’t take it anymore. Thankfully I was lucid enough to know that we would never get out of here alive if they knew that we recognized that asshole.”

We were quiet again and then I said, “I wonder what time it is.”

Karin shrugged and that was the end of our conversation.

The leader came back in through the steel door after a while. He was cleaned up and dressed up in what I could only assume was high class ghetto wear. His clothing was bright and gaudy and I was sure that even a flaming homosexual wouldn’t be caught dead in it.

He walked through the room doing one of those intricate black handshakes with some of his friends until he reached our table. He looked down at us and then he moved away. Two other men came forward and picked up our leashes and tugged us to our feet and led us outside.

The Cadillac that we had been driven around on while stretched over the hood and trunk was waiting outside the door. I was pushed into the back seat and one of the men got in with me. Karin was pushed in on the other side of the man and he held both of our leashes firmly. I know, I checked.

The other man got behind the wheel and the leader sat in the front passenger seat. I caught a glimpse of the clock on the car’s dashboard. It was almost eleven in the evening.

We didn’t drive far. We didn’t leave the inner city ghetto that we were in.

The car pulled up near what appeared to be a club of some kind. There were some lights in the window and a neon sign above the door said, “Bro’s and Ho’s”.

For the first time, just as we were about to get out of the car, I heard the gang leader called something, Vik. Not much of a street name!

Vik got out of the car and then we got out of the backseat. The driver drove around the corner and parked on the side street while we waited.

We were standing near the door to the club and I could hear loud rap music coming from inside. The driver joined us in a couple of minutes and he grabbed Karin’s leash and we followed Vik inside, with the two men leading Karin and I by our leashes.

We stepped inside and two large men were standing by the door. They nodded to Vik and ignored the rest of us. I looked around and saw that all of the men in the place were black, and they were all dressed in outlandish outfits. Most of the women, however, were young white women. By young I mean early twenties.

A lot of men turned to stare as Karin and I were led through the club to an empty table near a small circular stage. The stage was only about six feet wide and about one foot lower than the tops of the four tables that surrounded it. I looked around and saw that there were a half a dozen of these little stages. Only half of them were occupied at the moment. All with glassy eyed young white girls who seemed to be trying to pretend that they were having fun and that they were aware of where they were.

We sat down with Karin and I on either side of Vik and he pulled our heads close to his own and told us to pay close attention to the things that the girls did on stage. We didn’t have to be rocket scientists to realize the implications of that.

Vik and the other guys ordered drinks, we were given ginger ale. I guess they didn’t want us getting drunk enough to forget where we were.

A couple of guys that looked like pimps came over and talked to Vik, and once Vik got up and went to talk to a guy at another table. But mostly all the guys sat and watched the girls dance. The girls were all totally nude. They started out totally nude. This wasn’t a strip joint.

A girl came out from behind a curtain and stood in the middle of the stage at our table and started to dance to the music. She must have been on something, her eyes were dead. She danced around in the nude, shaking her tits and her ass and spreading her legs and offering herself to the men at the tables surrounding the small stage.

As she danced, men reached out and touched her, grabbed a tit or pinched her ass, or stuck a finger or two into her pussy. Our driver held out his fingers to her and she smiled a glassy smile at him and moved over and slid her pussy up and down on his fingers for a moment before bending over and sucking them clean. The guys were enjoying the hell out of it, but she looked like and empty body, her brain was just blown. I guess that is necessary in her line of work. I wondered if Karin and I were going to look like that soon.

Vik got our attention and pointed to a young girl doing a lap dance nearby. He ordered us to study what she did, and he watched too, for a moment, before turning back to the dancer.

Karin and I watched the lap dance until it was over. I doubt if it was the normal lap dance that a guy gets in a strip joint. First of all, the girl was nude, and the guy had his hands all over her. And the grand finale was when she went down on him right there in his seat!

Karin and I glanced at each other nervously before turning back to the dancer on the stage in front of us. She was just getting down on the floor of the stage and touching herself and she was beginning to wriggle around as though she were having an orgasm. It was disgusting, but sad too.

While we were watching, Vik pulled me into his lap and one of his Lieutenants pulled Karin into his lap. Before long our vests were unfastened and not long after that they were draped over the backs of our seats, leaving us in only our thongs and our high heels.

After our dancer got to the end of her act she stood up and moved slowly around the edge of the stage. She picked up a few tips, but not many. She got all of her tips the same way, a wadded up bill inserted into her pussy.

She finally left the stage and one of the men that had come over earlier came back over and as he yelled into Vik’s ear he was busily checking me and Karin out.

We couldn’t hear what was said, the music was so loud in here that it hurt my ears. Vik brought Karin’s head next to his ear and yelled at her for a moment, and then he pulled me close and yelled, “Do you remember that show that you put on at the clubhouse with Karin?”

I looked at him blankly for a moment. At first I didn’t have a clue what he was referring to. I wasn’t in any show. It took a few seconds to hit me and then I knew what he was talking about, when they made us have sex together.

Vik yelled into my ear, “I want you to go to that stage over there,” and he pointed to the stage in front of the table where several of the people that he had talked to were sitting, “and I want you to dance for one song. Then I want you two to get down on the floor and get it on. It better be good bitch, you don’t want to piss me off. Got it?”

I looked at Karin and we stood up and started to walk over to the stage that he had indicated. Before we could move, though, he reached out and grabbed our little thongs and ripped them both off. It didn’t really matter. They hadn’t covered anything.

We walked over to the small stage in front of the men that we had been sent over to entertain. I looked around and finally saw the stairs up onto the stage. Karin followed me up and we started to dance as suggestively as possible. I glanced around at the men and tried to look like I was smiling. There were four tables abutting the stage. Seated around them were eight men, all dressed flamboyantly and looking so very arrogant, and so very dangerous.

The men stared at us as we danced, and called out to us, but I couldn’t hear or understand what they were saying. I almost missed it when the song changed. I don’t listen to rap music and really can’t stand it. I had just been trying to dance to the beat and not really listening. I was taken by surprise when Karin pulled me into her arms and started to kiss me. It was a moment before I realized what was going on and went along.

We kissed and ran our hands over each other’s bodies for a moment and as he made out Karin asked me if I wanted top or bottom. I didn’t care, so she said that she would take bottom. She dropped down and reached out her arms and I dropped down on top of her and we kissed a little longer and caressed each other’s tits for a few moments, then I moved around and got into a sixty- nine and we started eating each other out.

I had done this with her before, of course, back at the gang’s clubhouse. I had not been aroused by it then, but for some reason, this time it was getting to me. I was doing my best to pleasure her at the same time, but I started having trouble concentrating and soon I was having a very vocal orgasm. As soon as I came back down I returned to eating her and I felt her having one too. I hoped that hers was real too.

The funny thing was that that had been my first orgasm with another person. I had gotten my first orgasm from my girlfriend in a black sex club!

We continued to eat each other out. I felt the hands of some of the men around us moving over my body, or reaching between us and grabbing Karin. I had my eyes closed most of the time but when I opened them I could see Vik out of the corner of my eye. He had moved over to watch, probably to make sure we gave it our all.

We both came twice more before Vik reached over on stage and got our attention. He signaled for us to come down from the stage and then he walked us around and sat us each in the lap of one of the black men that had been watching us.

The man that I was with seemed to be older, I would guess in his fifties. He looked very rough, very dangerous. He glared at me, but he ran one hand over my body while he pulled my face close and kissed me. I was too afraid to not return that kiss. I put my arm around his neck and kissed him passionately. As we kissed he squeezed my breast until it hurt, which didn’t take much because of the newly acquired jewelry, and then he shoved a couple of fingers inside my pussy, again, very roughly. I was glad that Karin had just been exploring that same place with her tongue.

While the men were molesting us another dancer came up on the stage and as she danced, Karin and I were pushed to our knees and we found ourselves sucking off the men who we had been given to.

When they had finished filling our mouths with cum, we were handed around the table to the other six men. It was horrible, but after what had already happened to us, being forced to suck off eight more black men was a walk in the park.

When the eight men had finished, the driver came back and got us and took us to another table. The same thing happened all over again. It went on and on for hours. We ended up having sex with every man in the place, including the two big guys by the door. Mostly it was blowjobs, but a few times we were bent over a table and fucked brutally.

We finally ended up back at our table and sat down and sipped gratefully on our warm ginger ale. A few minutes later our leashes were put back on and we were led out to the car naked. I looked at the car clock as we drove away and saw that it was almost three in the morning. Relatively speaking, that hadn’t been so bad. I had a headache from the loud rap music, but we had only been raped for a little over three hours. We had been through worse.

As we were driving back to the clubhouse, Vik said, “I’m not a pimp. I don’t run girls on the street, but you girls are worth a fortune. I could sell you, and maybe I will later. But for now I am having too much fun with you. My boys are too. Those pimps in there though, they can set things up for you, special parties. I don’t see any harm in making a little money off of your asses.”

We were back in the alley in minutes and pulled into the club. Almost everyone was gone. But the few that remained looked up when we entered and watched to see what was up. Vik and his two men stripped and pulled us over to the mats and fucked us for another forty minutes or so. Then, after they got up, a couple of the others came over and raped us again. Finally they left us alone and Karin and I curled up together and went to sleep.

While we slept I had terrible nightmares. I was under constant attack by large, anonymous black cocks. It was just like real life! I woke up after that and shortly after I got back to sleep I started having a nightmare about dogs. I had never been that fond of dogs. They are loud and smelly and mostly ill trained and ill behaved. They are destructive and most of them are not that bright. And they bite.

Now, after what they did to me yesterday, when I had been forced to let that Rottweiler rape me, I kept having flashbacks and it was horrible. It was made worse because I remembered what Vik had said afterwards about it being a shame that they hadn’t had a camera, and they would have to do it again, with the camera.

I wasn’t sure that I could do that again. Not without being beaten nearly to death first. I just didn’t think I could do it. On the other hand, I doubt if I could handle a beating either. One slap from Vik had been enough to make me submit yesterday. It would be nice if I didn’t ever have to choose.

We woke up the next day and the first thing that I realized was that I had not eaten in two days now. I had not had as much cum last night either, and I was famished.

I lay still, waiting for Karin to wake up before I moved. While I was laying there I realized that the longer I lay still, the longer I could put off being raped again. Or at least I hoped so.

I had to think very hard, time was starting to lose its shape, but I was pretty sure that it was Saturday morning. Not that it mattered. Our parents must be frantic by now, though I wondered if they would want us back if they knew of all the things that had happened to us.

I don’t know what time it was, but people were starting to arrive, and they weren’t quiet about it. It was no longer possible to pretend to be asleep. Karin and I sat up and I put my shoes back on and headed for the bathroom. Karin followed me closely.

As we moved through the growing crowd, hands reached out and played with our asses, or our pussies, or jiggled the rings in our nipples, flipping them up and watching them fall back into place.

No one stopped us though and we were able to use the bathroom and then wash up. I realized that, in addition to everything else, I had not brushed my teeth since Thursday morning. My breath must be just about what you might expect from a dinosaur. Well, maybe a gay dinosaur.

We finally went back out into the main room and some of the guys that had not had us since yesterday afternoon, especially the younger ones, started lining up for blowjobs and fucks. Since that first afternoon when they had lined up and all of them had fucked us in the ass, one right after the other, most of the guys had avoided that part of our anatomy, thankfully. It was almost like it had been some sort of initiation.

Before long I had fucked several men and sucked off four. I noticed that my hunger was starting to recede again. I wasn’t swallowing that much cum, so I suppose it was just that being raped took my mind off of it. I suddenly wondered how much I weighed now. I bet I had lost ten pounds!

Vik finally came in and talked to some of the gang. They went over and started clearing out a corner of the room and moving all of the furniture out of it. While that was going on, he sat back in his chair and watched the boys fucking Karin and me.

I couldn’t help noticing that it wasn’t that traumatic anymore. It wasn’t fun, or pleasant even, but it wasn’t as mind blowing as it had been the first day, or even the second day.

I was worried about what Vik had the gang doing in the corner. Nothing he came up with was ever pleasant.

When all the boys had gone around once, Vik called them off and ordered Karin and I to get up and get off the mats. We put our shoes back on and stepped off of the mats and two of the boys grabbed each mat and carried them over to the corner that had been cleared out. Once they were in place, it seemed like everyone was waiting.

Finally the door opened and the camera man came in. He spoke to Vik and went over to the corner. Then he came back and Vik ordered some of the kids to put some floor lamps around the mats and turn them on.

The camera man looked at the area again and nodded to Vik. Then Karin and I were ordered to go over to the mats and do whatever we were told.

We were ordered to pose with our legs opened so that the camera could get the full affect of the river of cum that was dripping down our legs. Then we were ordered to get on our hands and knees with our asses pointing toward the camera man. The camera man ordered us to stay like that, side by side, but several feet apart, as he took some pictures. And we were ordered not to move.

The crowd was growing as we waited to find out what was going to happen to us. We didn’t have much longer to wait. I heard the sound of toenails clicking across the wooden floor and I knew without looking what this was all about.

I whispered to Karin, “Karin, you have to be strong, you can’t freak now. Trust me Karin, it isn’t as bad as it looks.”

It was, of course, worse even. But I didn’t want Karin going crazy.

I heard the dog, no, the dogs, there were at least two of them, as they were led over to our mats. The nasty comments were starting already. I didn’t look around. I didn’t want to see it coming. But Karin turned her head and sobbed.

She said, “Oh god Amanda, I can’t do this. If they make me do this I will lose my mind.”

I whispered to her, “Listen Karin, you are right, it’s awful. It’s just about the worst thing you can imagine happening to you. But if you fight them they will just hurt you and make you do it anyway. If you want to get out of this mess alive, you have to be strong.”

I saw her drop her head and cry softly. Then I felt the cold nose of a dog sniffing my crotch. I saw Karin jump and I knew that she was receiving the same treatment. We were ordered to spread our legs farther apart and soon I felt that hot, wet tongue moving over my pussy, my ass, and my thighs. I glanced over my shoulder and saw that both dogs were Rottweilers. I couldn’t think of a scarier dog to do this with.

I lowered my head and rested it on my arms and waited while his tongue cleaned up the accumulated cum from fifteen boys or so. It actually felt pretty nice, if you ignored what it was that was happening.

I heard Karin gasp a couple of times, but I couldn’t tell if it was pleasure or horror. I would be surprised if it was not horror.

I could hear that the dogs were getting agitated. I could hear their hind legs prancing around and they were whining quietly, I knew that it would not be long. It wasn’t. I felt the dog move up over me and just like the other time, he started hunching prematurely, and spraying me with lubrication. He worked his way up my back and soon he was in place and I felt the end of his cock stabbing at me.

At one point his cock actually penetrated my ass for a moment, but it came out almost immediately and the very next stroke it entered my pussy violently. As soon as the dog realized that he had his cock in me he started fucking me with that incredibly rapid fucking motion that dogs have.

Karin’s new canine lover was not as good at fucking girls apparently. I watched them out of the corner of my eye as they pulled him up over her and finally the owner had to guide his cock into her pussy.

I knew when it went in. Karin screamed like she had been stabbed. Well, I guess she had. She started swearing and praying and then she was begging them to make it stop. She was sure that the dog was killing her.

I was familiar with the way this was going to go, of course, so I just tried to relax and think about something else. It still hurt like hell, that huge cock slamming into me like a jack hammer, harder and faster than any man was capable of. I was aware that as I was getting dog fucked the camera man was moving around us to get pictures of it from all angles. I heard him tell me to lift my head up and smile.

I wanted to shoot him the finger, but I tried. I was smart enough to know that I was never going to win with these guys. I could fight them, but I would always lose.

As Karin and I were on our knees, side by side, getting raped by dogs, I heard the strangest thing. I may have been wrong of course, but I would swear that Karin was starting to enjoy it. Her breathing was getting very fast and labored. But it might have just been from the pain.

I felt my dog speed up and thrust into me more forcefully and I knew that the knot was coming. When it was finally driven into me it hurt, but not as much as the first time. And this time I knew what was happening. I felt him again, filling me with dog cum. And I felt the shock of it all the way to my soul, just like the first time.

I was trying not to listen to Karin, because it was sounding more and more like she was getting into it. I knew that if she actually got off on this, she would never be able to forget the humiliation of it.

I thought that I was getting off easier this time, easier than Karin anyway. Since I had done this before and knew what was happening, and since I had been raped so many times by so many different men, I just didn’t think that it would be so awful this time. Actually, it wasn’t. But I was starting to think it was even easier for Karin, because it was becoming obvious that she was on the verge of orgasm. I heard her rapid breathing and I could hear her under her breath saying, “Oh god, no, please no! Oh Jesus! Please god no!”

Then I heard her starting to recite The Lord’s Prayer, over and over, and I think that helped. Her breathing settled down and I am pretty sure that when the pain of that knot sinking into her pussy hit her, all the excitement was gone. I was so glad, because it would have been hard for us to look each other in the eye if she had cum while fucking a dog.

It was all over in another fifteen minutes. I mean that, it was all over. The dogs were led away and the camera was put up and the lights turned off and then there was a loud noise and suddenly the room was full of cops in riot gear.

Some of the kids pulled guns and they were shot on the spot, but most of them put up their hands and surrendered without a fight.

We were wrapped in blankets and a couple of police women escorted us out and put us in police cars and took us to the police station. Our parents came down and brought us some clothes, and a couple of nice cops brought us some food, we were famished.

I am not sure that what came next wasn’t harder than what we had gone through. We spent days writing out statements and answering questions and identifying gang members. They were disappointed in how few that we could actually identify, but we had been blocking out the things that happened to us, still, we were able to identify most of the older men, the leaders.

They got enough information from us to raid that club we had been to. Most of the same pimps were there and most of the girls that they brought in were also victims of kidnappings and rapes. I heard that most of them had been hooked on drugs and were really fucked up.

It was more than a year before the trials started happening. A lot of the guys pled guilty and we didn’t have to go to those, of course. The five major players in the gang went to trial. They were found guilty, but except for Vik, they mostly only got a few years. It didn’t seem fair to me, after what we had been put through.

Vik got life without parole, because he had such a long record. The funny thing was that he didn’t even seem to care.

The bus driver that had started all of this got almost sixty years, and that was the sentence that gave me the most satisfaction.

That was all in the future though.

Karin and I are still best friends. We ended up not working that summer. We were given rape counseling, but I didn’t think that I was all that fucked up. Karin had a harder time of it, but she is pretty much okay now too.

Sometimes now, when we are alone, and maybe we have snuck a drink, or a joint, sometimes, we talk about some of the things that happened, and think that maybe some of it wasn’t so bad.

Of course, dating is pretty much out of the question for us. Every boy that knows us knows about what happened. Well, maybe not everything, but enough. They know that we were gang raped for three days by fifty black men, men and boys. We still have those tattoos of course. That tattoo is as good as a chastity belt. We would never let a boy we liked see us naked now.

Some people heard about the dogs too. I thought that had been suppressed, until one day I overheard two girls at school, one of them was telling the other about Karin and me. I heard her mention that we had also been raped by dogs. So I guess that part of the story is out too. No guy in his right mind is going to take one of us to a school dance.

So sometimes, when we are feeling a little mellow, and a little horny, we joke about going for a bus ride downtown. When we get really horny from talking about it, we still have sixty-nine.

The story should have ended here. Not exactly a happy ending, but it certainly could have been worse. But it didn’t. It didn’t end there because I got up one morning and got dressed and went down the street to Karin’s house to spend the day at the new pool in her back yard. Summer vacation was half over. We had stopped seeing the rape counselor. I thought Karin should maybe have gone a little longer, but she insisted that she was alright now.

When I got to her house I went in through the back gate, as I usually do, and saw her sitting on a chair on the deck drinking coffee under the shade of an umbrella. We had been spending a lot of time in her back yard lately, but for some reason we were both careful not to get much sun, or much tan.

She offered me some coffee but I didn’t care for any. I joined her at the table and we sat together in what I thought was our usual comfortable silence. It was just the two of us. I suspected that from now on it would always be just the two of us. She had a funny look on her face. I could tell that there was something that she was dying to tell me. She looked more animated than she had since we were taken from that bus stop a month ago.

I was so happy to see her this way, not her normal listless self, that I couldn’t even wait her out. I had to ask what had happened.

She grinned at me, a smile that I had not seen on her face since before “It” happened. I couldn’t help smiling back at her.

“What happened Karin?” I asked for a second time.

She was teasing me, drawing it out, but finally she looked around, even though she knew that we were all alone in the back yard and she said, “I got fucked last night.”

I wasn’t sure what to make of that. I wasn’t sure if I should be happy for her or worried about her.

I waited for her to go on, but she seemed to be waiting for me to say something. I wasn’t sure what to say. I wasn’t sure what she meant. Did she have a new boyfriend? Her old one had not spoken to her since “It” happened.

That wasn’t likely. Neither of us went out much now. It was too hard to face people we knew, because we knew what they were thinking when they saw us.

She finally went on, telling me what happened last night. She was so excited, just like her old self, but her story was not like anything her old self would have told.

There is a large park that runs all through our city along the river that the city grew up around. It has golf courses and riding trails and ball fields and picnic areas. It is huge and really nice. All kinds of animals live there, even deer.

One of the entrances to the park is at the end of our street. Karin had gone for a walk yesterday evening, well, late afternoon. She was sitting on a rock near the river and just staring at the water when a car pulled up to the picnic table nearby.

She had ignored it, assuming that it was a family stopping for an evening out in the park, not an unusual occurrence. It was not a family though. She heard the voices of young black men and she looked around and spotted five of them. They appeared to range in age from around sixteen or seventeen to at the most twenty years old and when she saw them a shiver went through her. There was a flash back, at first. A touch of panic washed over her.

But the panic instantly dissipated, and in its place was something else. She had not even been sure what she was feeling, anticipation maybe?

She turned back to the river and tried to analyze what she was feeling. But she was very aware of the young men behind her, and she heard them when they finally spotted her sitting there. They all went suddenly silent.

She could feel them staring at her. She heard one of them approach her and she was suddenly very nervous. He wasn’t threatening. He was cocky, but she didn’t feel that terror she had felt that morning when we had first stepped off of that bus in the middle a gang of young gangsters.

He introduced himself, obviously trying to feel her out. She had talked with him and when his friends saw that she was talking to him they came over and gathered around and joined the conversation.

She had been nervous at first, but soon they were all sharing a joint and when the young guy that had first started talking to her moved closer and put his arms around her she had not resisted at all. In fact, she didn’t resist anything that the boys did to her last night. She was aware of the other four young men watching closely, and she enjoyed it.

The one that was holding her turned her to face him and instead of kissing her, which she might have expected as his first move, he started tracing her with his finger. He had stopped talking, they all had, and they were all concentrating on his finger as it started at her neck and moved down her body, lightly moving over her breasts and pausing when he became aware of the rings that were still in her nipples.

She saw his reaction and she smiled. Then she remembered the tattoo and she had smiled even wider.

She was sorry at that moment that she was wearing jeans, but it didn’t look like she would be wearing them for a lot longer. The finger that had been tracing her breasts and was now resting on the ring in her nipple had come to a stop. The boy smiled at her and said, “I never would have guessed!”

She smiled back and said, “Wait until you see my tattoo.”

He smiled and said, “Show me.”

So she had. She had stood up and pulled her t-shirt off. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She looked around at the five black faces and saw the lust, and she was the happiest that she had been since we had been rescued from that clubhouse downtown over a month ago.

She turned to the man that had told her to show him her tattoo and flipped her nipple rings with her fingers and smiled and said, “Do you like them?”

“Oh yeah, baby, I love them!” he exclaimed. “But I am still waiting to see that tattoo.”

Karin reached for the button on her jeans and teasingly opened it and slowly pulled the zipper down. Then she stepped out of her sandals and slid her jeans down slowly, shaking her sexy little butt for their entertainment as she did.

She told me that she stood in front of the five young black men and she said that she had felt more alive than she had since she and I had been taken at the bus stop, and more empowered. The things that had happened to us were no longer a cross to bear, a shadow over our life keeping us from enjoying a normal life or ever being able to have a lover.

She had stood in front of her new friend and asked, “Would you mind helping me with these?”

He had smiled and slowly pulled her panties down. When he had uncovered her tattoo he had stopped and smiled up at her and said, “I’ll be god damned!”

The other four young men were all behind her and didn’t know what he had uncovered. They had heard that tone of voice though and they were asking him anxiously what he had discovered.

He looked around her and said, “You guys aren’t going to believe this.” Then he had put his hands on her hips and turned her to face his friends.

They made all of the appropriate comments, and Karin felt alive and sexy again for the first time in a month.

She finished taking her underwear off and then she turned back around and dropped to her knees in front of the first young man and started trying to unfasten his pants. But he stopped her. She was obviously disappointed but he said, “Sweetheart, not here. The park police are like the Gestapo. Come on. Let’s go someplace quiet so we can all fuck the shit out of you.”

That had been all that she needed to hear. She had gotten into the back seat of the car between two of the young men and they were all over her as soon as they got in. She had not even bothered to grab her clothes, but luckily one of them had picked them up as they were leaving.

She didn’t look where they were going, she had the hands of two men all over her body and she was kissing them both passionately. They lived nearby. They only drove for a few minutes before they pulled into a narrow driveway and parked in front of a nice house in one of the older sections of town. It was only a few blocks from her house.

They didn’t bother dressing her. They just surrounded her and walked her to the front door and inside. The orgy started before the front door was even closed.

Karin was pulled into the living room and the five young men all started ripping off their clothes, anxious to explore her, anxious to use her.

Karin was telling me this entire story, with so many vivid details. It was almost like I was there. I could see it in my mind! And it was turning me on.

She had been passed between them for a few minutes as they kissed her and explored her body with their hands. The comments from the four that were watching at any one time were just as exciting to her as the hands that were roughly moving over her, groping and squeezing and pulling.

Finally one of them pushed her to her knees and one after the other she sucked them all off, taking each hard cock down her willing, eager throat. It was a treat that they had not enjoyed before and they were very appreciative of her skills.

One after the other they came in her mouth and she drank down all of their hot juice as though it was the most delicious drink that she had ever had.

By the time she had sucked off the last of them, the first two or three were ready for more. One of them, probably the one that lived there, ran and got a large, fluffy towel and spread it out on the floor and then they stretched her out on it and one at a time they each fucked her.

They lasted longer this time, and they came, but they didn’t cum like Karin did. She came over and over, loudly and violently, holding them tight to her small body and thrusting up to meet every stroke of their big, hard cocks.

She was finally satisfied by the time they had all taken her, but would have gladly gone around again. They were sitting around her on the floor now, talking quietly as the boys admired her body. She didn’t know if they were done for the night or not. There was a noise at the front door and everyone looked up, startled, to see an older man enter.

One of the younger men, the one that had seemed to be the youngest, looked a little nervous, but he looked up and said, “Hi pop.”

His father stood at the entrance to the living room, looking around, but mostly looking at Karin. He obviously didn’t know what to say at first. He looked at Karin, who seemed relaxed and not in the least upset at being caught in the middle of a gang bang, and after a minute or two asked, “Girl, are you here of your own free will?”

She smiled up at him. She thought that was a wonderful thing to ask her. “Yes,” she said, “and I am having a ball!”

The man looked at her curiously for a minute and then he asked, “You’re that Brock girl, aren’t you?”

Karin wasn’t surprised that he knew her. She knew that we were pretty famous around here. She nodded.

He asked, “After what you went through, are you sure that this is the best thing for you to be doing?”

“My counselor would probably say no,” she responded, “but I’m never going to have a normal life again. No boy that knows what happened to me will ever date me. They probably wouldn’t even take me somewhere to have sex with me. Not if they know what happened, not as long as I have this tattoo.”

He looked down and saw her tattoo for the first time and shook his head, obviously sympathetic. “I suppose you are right,” he said, “but isn’t what you are doing here just a little bit counterproductive? This can’t be good for your self esteem.”

Karin smiled and said, “Just the opposite. I am having fun and feeling better about myself for the first time in a month. Would you care to join us?”

The man had smiled and said, “You are lovely, and sexy as hell. However, I’m afraid that is not the example that I want to set for my teenage son who is already teetering on the edge of respectability. Look at him now, for instance, inviting a group of his friends into his home to take advantage of a young rape victim. I would have hoped that he would have more compassion than that.”

Karin said that she and the boy’s father had seen the same thing at the same time. Those five young men had no idea who she was, or that she had been raped. They had only known that she was young and attractive and willing.

She had used a corner of the towel to clean herself off and then she stood up and walked over to the man and said, “Your son and his friends were very nice to me, and they didn’t do anything to me that I didn’t want done. I enjoyed it every bit as much as they did. You are a single dad. That is pretty obvious just looking around. I would be happy to spend a little time with you now, since I have worn your son and his friends out. If you are uncomfortable doing it here, we can go somewhere else.”

The boys started egging him on and you could tell that he was uncomfortable with it, with the idea of further damaging what he feared might be a very damaged psyche, but she was beautiful, and far more than willing, and it had been a very long time.

Karin stepped closer and put her arms around him and kissed him. “I really don’t mind, in fact, I really wish that you would join us. We have been having a really good time.”

As she spoke, she discretely slid one hand down his body and teased his crotch lightly. She felt that he was already aroused and she said, “I am very good at this, I think you will be glad that you did. I swear, I am not going to freak out. I know what I am doing, and who I am doing it with, and I feel good about it.”

The son said, “Come on dad, it will do you some good, and she wasn’t kidding, she really does like it, you should have heard her!”

The man dropped his briefcase and stepped back and took his suit coat and tie off. He was looking down at the other boys and he asked, “You guys really don’t know who this is?”

They all shook their heads. It was obvious that they didn’t.

He turned Karin around and said, “This is Karin Brock. She lives near here. A terrible thing happened to her about a month ago. She seems to have recovered pretty well, but you could have really fucked up if she was as fragile as most women would be after what she has been through. Miss Brock, would you mind telling them what happened to you? I think that they should know. Because I want them to know that if you had not been here of your own free will I would have called the police myself.”

Karin thought that was sweet and while he was undressing, she told the five young men what had happened to her last month. She told them everything, even the part about the dog. When she was finished they looked guilty, as though they were guilty of being men, because men had done that to her.

She smiled at them and said, “Come on guys, lighten up. It was rough, I got over it. That doesn’t mean that all is right with the world now. I have rings now, but I kind of like them. I have a life altering tattoo, but for some reason I have not been able to bring myself to remove it. Neither has my best friend. I doubt if either one of us could tell you why. I don’t know if I can go back to my school next year and deal with the other students, but then, I doubt if there is anywhere that I could go that what happened to me won’t follow me.”

“Right now the only thing that is important is that I like sex, I missed it for the last month. I am having fun with you guys, and I could have said no. You didn’t rape me, so lighten up.”

Karin turned around and saw that the man was ready. She said, “Before we go any further, I don’t know anyone’s name here. May I ask yours?”

He smiled and said, “Forgive me. I am not in the habit of coming home to find naked teenage white girls in my living room. I am afraid that I have forgotten my manners, as have my son and his friends. My name is Nathan Charles. My son is Thomas, or Tom. He hates that name and his friends call him TC.”

Nathan then went around and pointed out the others and told her their names. Then she said, “Thank you kind sir. Nathan.” Then she took him in her arms again and kissed him for a moment before she dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth. She told me that he has a very large cock, and they were both surprised when she was able to take it into her throat. When we were being raped we had not had a choice. It was nice to know that she could do it on her own. Nathan thought so too.

He pushed her head away and said, “Karin, wait. That is fantastic. I have never enjoyed a woman’s mouth so much in my life. For that very reason, I am going to have to sit down and get comfortable while you carry on, if you don’t mind.”

She smiled at him and as he walked to a nearby chair she followed eagerly, anxious to finish what she had started.

She was soon back at work between Nathan’s thighs and it must have been a very long time since he had last had sex, because he came in a very short time. His orgasm lasted longer than she could remember anyone ever lasting. She was forced to swallow twice before she took him back into her throat and let him shoot the rest of what was obviously his first cum in a very long time straight down her throat.

She waited until he finished and then she pulled her head back and said, “Oh my god! You have been saving that up for a long time!”

Then she licked the head of his cock clean and started sucking him again immediately. He shivered at first, but he watched her work at his quickly growing cock with a look of awe on his face.

When he was hard again she sat up on her heels and then got to her feet. She pulled him up and led him over to the towel where she had fucked the boys earlier.

He followed willingly and was no longer reticent as he dropped to his knees between her thighs and soon he was fucking her, powerfully, but not violently, not trying to hurt her like so many men had last month.

She came quickly and loudly, and then she came twice more before he finally came again. He shivered as he supported himself on his arms over her for a moment, then he rolled off and lay beside her, catching his breath.

Karin got up and cleaned him eagerly and as she worked she heard his son, TC say in a respectful voice, “Way to go dad!”

When she had finished cleaning Nathan, she looked around and saw that all the boys seemed to have recovered and soon she was taking them two at a time. The boys in her mouth were frequently having their blowjobs interrupted by her cries of passion as she had orgasm after orgasm. Eventually they had all cum again, and then everyone was just sitting around, naked and comfortable and resting and talking quietly. It was just a pleasant evening for all of them now.

Before anyone realized it, it had gotten late and Karin had to go home. Nathan offered to drive her home after she got cleaned up and dressed. She gratefully accepted, but before she left they agreed to meet again the next evening. Karin asked if she could bring her best friend.

Everyone thought that sounded like a great idea. So now, Karin was looking at me, and seeing how excited I was, she just waited for me to say something.

I realized that I was sitting on the edge of my seat and I sat back and took a deep breath.

I didn’t know what to say. It sounded very exciting, but did I really want to do this today? If I did, that would mean that the tattoo was right. Did I want that kind of life? All lust, all the sex I could handle and no love?

Then I thought about the odds of finding love after what we had gone through. I considered the odds of finding a boy that could look at that tattoo and not run. That brought me back to the question of why we had not had those tattoos removed yet.

I knew one reason. Our parents didn’t know about them. We had not had the nerve to tell them, and there had been no reason for anyone else to tell them. They didn’t actually know any of the details from those three days, except for the very broadest overview. They couldn’t handle it.

I couldn’t blame them. The last persons on earth that I could talk about those events to were my parents. Karin was the same way. We had had several joint sessions with our rape counselor, and we had been able to tell her everything, including details that turned her stomach. Not our parents, we couldn’t tell our parents.

I would rather die than find myself back in a situation like that again. But damn! That detailed description that Karin had just given me of what had happened yesterday afternoon and evening had caused me to soak right through my shorts!

I decided on what I thought was the best course of action. I said, “Karin, can we go to your room for a while. Then we can talk about it.”

Karin grinned and stood up and we rushed to her bedroom and undressed quickly. We wasted no time with foreplay, we dove right in and I had my first orgasm almost instantly.

Karin laughed. She knew how excited I was. Then we started eating in earnest. We had begun to get very good at this in recent weeks. There was no longer any guilt associated with it. We knew that we were not gay. We just enjoyed sex and we were very good at pleasing each other. So we did. We ate each other eagerly and after we had both had several orgasms we stretched out on our sides facing each other and we just lay there feeling close and playing with the rings in each other’s bodies.

A lot of bad things happened to us a month ago, but I have to admit one thing. I doubt if any two friends have ever been closer than Karin and I were now, or any two sisters for that matter. We could almost read each other’s mind. So she knew that I wanted to go with her.

Hell, I knew that I wanted to go with her. I was just afraid of what it would mean for my future. I wanted to go, I loved sex. I just didn’t want to just be a cunt for the rest of my life.

We didn’t talk for a minute or two. Then I asked, “What about love?”

Karin shrugged and said, “I haven’t given up on it. It won’t happen this week or the next. Those tattoos will have to go first, unless we find the right guy. These guys were different. They weren’t like the guys downtown. They were pretty nice. I think you’d like them, especially Nathan.”

It’s funny. We didn’t live in a segregated area. There were black families all around us, all mixed in. We knew some black girls. We went to an all girl school though, so we didn’t know many guys at all, and the ones that we knew were all white.

I heard our rape councilor tell my father that Karin and I were only minimally socialized because of our attending the single sex school. I think I finally knew what she meant.

It isn’t that we were prejudiced, though I knew a lot of girls that were. We just didn’t know any black boys. I would have probably said no automatically if a black boy had asked me out. The idea of dating a black kid had never even occurred to me! I wonder what it would be like. I had seen interracial couples, of course, and didn’t give it much thought. Except that I thought it must be difficult for them. Even in this day and age, people just were not very tolerant.

But what about dating a black boy now? With all that had happened to me, what would I feel about a black boy now if he was nice to me? I know one thing; my parents would have me stoned before they would permit it!

I looked at the clock. It was still a little before noon. “What time are you meeting them?” I asked Karin.

“Are you thinking about it?” she asked.

I guess I was, I had asked. I ran my finger lightly down her stomach to her clit ring and toyed with it, watching her twitch as I did. Then I said, “Yes, I suppose I am. You realize that you will have the number of hardons that you get to play with cut in half, don’t you?”

Karin grinned and said, “I bet that they get hard in a hurry after they watch us together for a little while.”

I chuckled and said, “Yes, guys do seem to find that interesting, don’t they?”

She was playing with my clit ring now too. It made for a much more exciting conversation.

“What time?” I asked again.

She said, “One o’clock. I told them that we would start walking and they are going to pick us up around the corner.”

“You were pretty sure that I was going, huh?” I said.

Karin just nodded. Like I said, we know each other pretty well.

We got up and dressed and went downstairs and had a couple of tuna salad sandwiches and a diet coke. Then we brushed our teeth and stared at the clock and finally said the hell with it and started walking. We were a half hour early, so we would get to TC’s house before they left to come and get us. I suppose that it was too late in our lives to try to play hard to get or act coy. If I were shy, sweet and innocent, I wouldn’t be walking over to some strange kid’s house to join my best friend in another gangbang.

The car was still in the driveway when we walked up the front steps and rang the bell. Mr. Charles knew that we were coming, and was looking forward to meeting me, but he had to work and wouldn’t be home until around five.

TC came to the door and smiled and let us in. Karin introduced me to them. TC, who had answered the door, was the youngest. I also met Terry, the oldest at nineteen,

I was introduced to Beta. That was his nickname not his name, Terry said that was what they called him because he was a work in progress, sometimes they didn’t think that he was quite right yet. They were teasing him, he seemed nice though. Beta was nineteen too. He had just had a birthday.

Terry and Beta were sophomores at the local city college.

Then there was Jeff, who was a college freshman, or would be when school started back. Finally there was Billy who was a high school senior along with TC.

While Karin had been going from boy to boy making introductions, she had also been slowly undressing. When I saw what she was doing I decided I might as well not wait. I was nude by the time I said hello to Billy.

Billy had grabbed Karin after she finished the introductions and kissed her and put his hands on her ass. I liked the way his big black hands looked on her ass. I had forgotten how sexy that looked.

Karin pushed him away and asked, “Have any of you guys every seen two girls making love?”

They all indicated that they had not.

Before she could say anything I asked, “Would you like to?”

They all seemed to think that was a great idea.

Karin came over to where I was standing and just as I was taking her into my arms she said over her shoulder, “TC, you might want to get something for us to lie on, so that we don’t stain your dad’s nice carpet.”

As Karin and I fell into each other’s arms TC was gone and back in seconds. He spread the blanket that he gotten on the floor and after a minute or two of hugging and kissing we went ahead and got comfortable in the center of those nice young guys and made one of their dreams come true.

We had been doing this pretty regularly since we had been forced to a month ago. We had come to enjoy it. It really took the edge off sometimes. Now, with our horny audience surrounding us and the sound of their heavy breathing to add to our own excitement, it was much more stimulating. We kissed and touched and finally we moved into a sixty-nine.

We ate each other to several orgasms, much needed orgasms. Even though we had just done this a little more than an hour ago, back in Karin’s bedroom before we ate lunch, the idea of being here and doing it for these guys, and the idea of what was going to follow was driving us right up the wall.

We finally separated. We wanted to save something for the guys. We sat up on our heels, facing each other and licked each other’s face clean. Then we walked on our knees to the two closest boys and started sucking.

I had not sucked a cock, or been fucked, since we had been rescued. I was surprised at how much I had missed it, in light of how much I had hated it when they had first made us do it. It is a very erotic thing to do for someone, and we both enjoyed doing it very much now.

We sucked all five boys off, and as we sucked them, the ones that were not being sucked off were sitting nearby, exploring our bodies with their hands. It made an exciting pastime just that much more fun.

Once all of them had cum in our mouths, we looked around and saw that the first guys to get sucked off were hard already and we took them by the hand and pulled them over to the blanket.

Karin and I lay down side by side and the first two boys to be ready got on top of us and fucked us eagerly. Not necessarily skillfully, but eager was nice. They both had nice cocks, and since they had just cum in our mouths they were able to last while both of us had several orgasms.

When they had cum and sat up, Karin and I sat up and cleaned them, as had become our habit, and then we cleaned each other the same way. The next two boys in line couldn’t watch much of that before they were tearing us apart and jumping us.

Karin and I, and the boys of course, had a ball, but by the time Mr. Charles got home, the boys were exhausted. I finally met Nathan. He was just as nice as Karin described him. I suggested that he and Karin and I take a shower before we get better acquainted.

He liked that idea and we went upstairs to the master bedroom and Karin and I undressed him and then we took a long hot shower. Afterwards, we had planned on putting on another show for him but he had another idea.

He led us back downstairs and brought a fresh blanket with him. We got comfortable in the middle of the floor and he knelt at our feet and ate us both out. There had been several times while we were captives that a boy had used his tongue on our pussy, once or twice, to provide some moisture for the next rape. This was the first time that a man had eaten either of us out.

We, Karin and I, did this pretty often and got a lot of pleasure from it. It quickly became obvious to us that we didn’t know what we were doing! Nathan was good, damned good! We both went crazy when he used his tongue on us, and we found out later that the boys had learned a lot too.

Finally our pussies couldn’t take any more and we pushed him away. We put him on his back on the blanket and while Karin started licking and sucking his balls, I went to work on his big beautiful cock.

He must have found eating us out to be pretty exciting because there was a huge amount of lubricant dripping from the end of his throbbing cock. I quickly licked that up and took him into my throat. He had gotten that same treatment yesterday from Karin, of course. This was hotter though. There were two of us and in far too short a time he was blasting a load of hot cum down my throat. I pulled back so that I could get some in my mouth. Then, while he relaxed, I tasted his cum and let him see how much I liked it before I swallowed. He groaned as he watched me, which really made me feel good. A girl likes to be appreciated.

Nathan finally sat up and slid back to lean against a large, overstuffed chair. He said, “You two are the two most remarkable young women that I have ever met! I swear to you, I wish that I were my son’s age, I would marry you both!”

I walked over to him on my knees and said, “Karin is right, you are very sweet, but you wouldn’t want a couple of girls like us. We are damaged goods now.”

I saw the stricken look on his face and I was instantly sorry that I had said that.

He started to speak but I put my fingers to his mouth and stopped him. I straddled his lap and said, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. It is partially true of course, but mostly it is just a coping mechanism for Karin and me. We say outlandish things to each other. We haven’t given up. Not yet. We still hope to have a more or less normal life sometime. For now though, that is pretty much out of the question.”

“When Karin was telling me about you this morning I heard how much she liked you in her voice. You are a very nice man. You should not feel guilty about anything that happens here between us. We are enjoying it. I would even go so far as to say that we need this. At least we need it right now. Besides, just think how much your son and his friends just learned about sex! Damn! You are fucking fantastic! I might hold you to that marriage thing yet!”

Nathan put his arms around me and held me close for a while. It felt really good. I felt comfortable and protected. I had not felt that in a long time. He kissed the top of my head and started to put me off of his lap. I knew why, I could feel his cock growing under me. I wasn’t going to be put off that easily.

I put my arms around his neck and smiled and kissed him and then I said, “No you don’t mister! I grew that on my own, it’s mine!”

He laughed as I rearranged myself and sank down on his long, fat cock. It felt wonderful, better than any other cock I had had today, and I had been through some pretty nice ones. I sank down until I had the entire cock buried in my pussy and then I just held it and used the muscles in my pussy to squeeze it for a minute or two.

We sat like that for a few minutes and I kissed him lightly, teasing him. After a little while though I needed more. I started working up and down on it and it felt even better. He was watching my tits bounce as I moved, and I loved the look in his eyes as he watched me. I felt a light touch on my shoulders and Karin was beside me and she leaned forward and started kissing him and running her hand over his chest and his stomach. I thought it looked sexy as hell. I just hoped that she didn’t make him cum too fast. She didn’t.

I felt myself getting close and I was speeding up and making “I’m about to cum” noises. Karin moved back and used one hand to reach down and play with my clit ring, and with the other hand she reached under my ass and started playing with Nathan’s balls. We came together in a fantastic orgasm that went on and on.

I finally collapsed on top of him and, when he had gone soft, I finally rolled away and sat down beside him. I was watching the other guys now, and I saw how much the show had affected them. I felt so proud. Meanwhile, Karin was going back and forth between Nathan and me and cleaning up.

It wasn’t long before we were back with the boys and by the time they had all cum again we were all done for the evening. We just didn’t want to leave. We just sat around in the nude and talked and it was so nice.

For the next month, Karin and I went there every evening and most weekdays. Our parents thought that we were going for long walks in the park.

One day, just before school started, Nathan came home from the office and we finally found out where he worked. He was a local attorney. Without our knowledge, he had been working with the local DA and the local police and it seems that the gang that had kidnapped us had a long criminal history, and extensive assets.

The police had seized numerous late model and special interest cars, an astounding amount of real estate, and several very large bank accounts. Nathan was working out a more or less unopposed settlement with the gangs attorneys and it looked like Karin and I were going to come into a large sum of money soon. We wouldn’t be rich, but we would be able to afford to get a couple of tattoos removed, and pay for college if we decided to go.

We did, eventually, get the tattoos removed. It took a lot of treatments. And there are still signs that they were there, if you look close.

Our fellow students had been more tolerant and understanding than we had anticipated. We went back to school and, there were some uncomfortable moments from time to time, but eventually we just kind of put it all behind us. We didn’t forget it. It is not something you can forget, but we didn’t let it own our lives.

We went to college together, and it was at college where the real test came. We started dating. We started falling in love. Then we had to decide if and when to tell the people we fell in love with about our past. And if we told them, how much should we tell them?

Karin lost someone that she had fallen hard for when she told him what had happened. I was really worried about her. I told Nathan about it, he talked to both of us about once a week. We didn’t have sex with him anymore. He had become a sort of surrogate father to us now. Believe it or not, we were closer to him than we were to our real fathers.

Nathan drove up to our school that night and went to see Karin. He took her out and spent the evening with her and whatever he said, it worked. She was still sad after that, but I could tell she was going to be okay.

She got luckier with the next guy. She really agonized over telling him, but we both felt it was necessary that anyone we got serious with be told. They would be bound to find out eventually, we had to know they could handle it.

By the time we were ready to graduate from college, Karin was engaged and her fiancé new everything. He had even met and been approved of by Nathan. That was more important than what her dad thought of him, though her dad liked him too.

They didn’t marry right away though. They both intended to go to law school. Karin was inspired by Nathan and wanted to follow in his footsteps.

I had some serious loves in the four years of college, but no engagements. I had no desire to go to school for one more minute after graduation. I was not the scholar that Karin was. So law school wasn’t an option for me.

I had good grades though and got a good job back home after graduation. I found an apartment and bought a car and was just kind of going where life took me.

One day I was visiting Nathan and he was cooking us a nice dinner. After we ate and cleaned up we were in his living room having a drink and some conversation when TC came in.

I had kept up with TC. He had turned out to be just like his father. He was a very nice young man, very handsome, and very smart. He had gone to law school too. He was in his final year and already had job offers. While he was there that evening, he invited me out for dinner the following Friday, and I was happy to go. I already knew that I enjoyed his company, and that he had become an accomplished lover.

We kept in touch while he went back to school, and we started dating when he moved back to town and went to work. Then we lived together for a while. We were both very happy. I was surprised to learn how much easier it could be to date out of your race than I had thought that it would be.

We got a lot of funny looks, but we got used to it. The people who were our friends didn’t seem to care. He asked me to marry him one day. I looked at him and said, “TC, you know me better than anyone. You know you deserve better than me.”

You would have thought I had hit him! He took me in his arms and said, “Christ! You really are a dumb blonde, aren’t you! There is no one better than you. And there is no one else for me. Let me put it another way, slave, you will marry me!”

We had joked about that dumb tattoo over the years, enough that any residual mental pain was gone. So I could smile and ask, “Have you really thought this through?”

“I have thought of nothing else. I love you. My dad loves you. My friends love you. If I had a dog my dog would love you.”

Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out an engagement ring with a rock as big as my fist!

I looked at it and said, “I love you. I will marry you. But the first thing we have to do is get this resized. I refuse to wear a god damn boulder on my finger! We are going to need a much smaller stone.”

He looked hurt, but he got over it.

My parents were a little less happy about my marriage than Nathan was. Once they got to know him though, they came around. I even heard my father apologize to him a few years later, for having reservations.

Like I said, he was a smart man. He understood, after what had happened to me, that my parents might have a problem with me marrying a black man. He was patient with my family and I appreciated it. He was more patient with them than I was I guess.

There was another big benefit to marrying one of the guys from those party days. Every once in a while we still get together for a party. Nathan even joins us once in a while. We don’t do it that often, maybe every two or three months. Although Karin knows about it, and would love to join us, she doesn’t want to cheat on her husband, and she isn’t sure if she can tell him about it.

We are being patient though. I think she will come around eventually. I have met her husband. I think he might enjoy it more than she thinks, I think he is just afraid that if she knew that he would enjoy it she would be mad at him for not being jealous. I understand, it is hard living with a woman.

THE END