Fantasm

Fantasm

Rediscovering Cassie

I came in to my ex girlfriends life at a weird time in her life. She was younger and never had been treated right by a man, I made sure I was nothing but a decent vanilla boyfriend. It sounds silly, but I felt like it was the right thing to do. I opened doors, bought her nice things and kept it plain in the bedroom. It was years after when I had learnt she had the same kind of kinks as I did, and what kind of fun things I could get away with.
Cassie was housesitting with a close friend of hers. It was not an ideal setup; they lived like bachelors, eating mostly pasta and drinking frequently. I was invited around as a casual catch-up, just for a few drinks and maybe a movie. As I arrived, the housemate was on his way out, off to a club for the night, I figured he would not be sleeping in his own bed tonight.
The house Cassie was housesitting was old, but in a good location. You walked into a sunken lounge by the window, and the main bedroom was next door. It was a small place, like a cottage, and had the old visible wooden columns in the roof you would see in European style cabins. It was a nice place, if only a little run down. The front was overgrown, and gave the house a weird haunted look.
I was a little early, so I caught Cassie in her towel after a shower. Her medium length dark-red hair was only a little damp, as if she had kept it out of the water. From the curves in the towel I could recall her body; her large tits and round butt stood out. She was not tall, only up to my chest, but she knew how to use it. I gave her a hug, and she went to go slip into something loose and comfy. A long dress with no bra is what she chose. I didn’t think much of it, I guess we were still very comfortable around each other.
A couple in drinks in she started to get close, and talk about how things used to be. She had just gotten into than out of another relationship, and began to complain about how he was so boring in bed. Cassie mentioned she needed someone a little more commanding, and maybe a little rougher. “I know what you mean. I love to get a bit rougher, but you can’t just spring that on someone”
We had surprised each other. It was quiet for a moment, but I had an idea. I went back to the car, and came back with a long rope I had used to tow a car. Cassie flashed an unsure look, I told her “It’ll be fine, I just want to show you something I like. Nothings going to happen”.
I tied her hands firmly behind her, then tied them to her back, wrapping the ropes over her chest and shoulders. The ropes fit her snugly, even if they were a little rough, and she could barely move her arms or hands. She stood and and looked into a mirror “Woah”.
Cassie gave a little struggle and walked back to me “This is pretty cool, but you should help me out now”.
Its something only James Bond and Indiana Jones would think; her words say no, but her eyes said yes. With a little force to her shoulders I put her on her knees and tied her ankles together. I stood up and ran off; but quickly came back with a broom handle and some scissors. I also spied a blindfold when walking past her housemates room, the kind of blindfold insomniacs wear that block out the light completely. By the time I had gotten back she was standing on her bound feet, although wobbly. She gave me a curious look than I pushed her gently so she fell face first onto the couch. I caught the rope and eased the fall, but she was completely vulnerable. “What are you doing?” She muffled, frustrated.
“You’ll see”.
Quickly I put a blindfold on her, and used the remaining rope and broom to bind her legs to spread. She still had the dress on, so I cut it off her. She protested at first, but once I cut her tits from her dress she turned red and quiet. When I was finished, she was tied legs spread on her knees. I looked at my handiwork, and let my hands explore her naked body. I played with her with no protest except for a weak movement away whenever I hit something sensitive, and light moans and quiet squeals. Then I was inspired. I went in to the main bedroom to find the toy I had bought her years ago. She still had it, but now it had a friend. I also grabbed her heavy noise-canceling headphones. I put the vibrator on a low setting and tied it inside her. She began to react immediately, and then I put on the headphones. A look of panic ran through her for a second, before she was distracted again by the toy inside her. I sat down, got her phone and made some calls.
I watched for nearly twenty minutes, she flushed hard and her body began to shake. Cassie had a an orgasam, and after began to gently ask if I was still here and to help her. She was clearly getting anxious. I placed a chair in front of her, sat down and grabbed her hair. She had soft hair, like I remembered, and strong. A quiet yelp came from her mouth before I moved it onto my cock. I let her perform head naturally for a while before getting frustrated at her, she was getting distracted by the vibrator. I grabbed another handful of hair and began to push it down. With a steady pace I began to fuck her mouth. I started with long, slow pushes, so her throat could get used to my cock. I used her mouth roughly and I could hear her gag, and warm saliva began to drip off her chin. I stopped for a second to let her breathe and made her suck on my balls.
Cassie hated testicles and she refused right away. I leant her back and pinched her nipples with my finger and thumb. They must have been sensitive now as Cassie gasped. I ran to get a peg, and placed one over her right nipple. I put her mouth to my balls again and she weekly put them in her mouth and played with them with her tongue. It was not long before I replaced them with my dick and again rode her mouth. In a final heave I got my dick deep into her throat. Cassie panicked and her throat muscles tensed, and I came. She gagged, but swallowed what she could. I pulled away by left the chair. “Please… untie me now” she whispered, but the door knocked. The pizza had arrived!
Cassie had no idea there was a man at the door, let alone I had made phone calls. I put on some pants and went to the door. “That will be $19.50 for the pizza” he said, handing me a large box.
The pizza boy was a teenager, and I could see the P plate on his car. He was not unattractive, but clearly in an awkward phase of puberty. I patted at my pockets and made shrug like I had no money. “I’m sorry then man, I’ll have to take that back” he replied awkwardly.
“Wait, I need this for later. I think we can work something out, come in for a second?”.
He pulled a weird face, but followed me in anyway. In two steps, he could see Cassie, bound and mouth gaping. He went pale, and I placed my hand over his shoulder. “Deal?”.
Without saying a word he stumbled out of his pants and put his dick to her lips. She reacted and opened her mouth and began to suck. She pulled a curious expression for a second before making another which meant she knew it was not me. Before she could back out, I explained that she liked it rough, and the teenager pushed the back of her head onto his cock as deep as she could go. Her whole body reacted, then her body betrayed the vibrator made her orgasm again. A moment later the pizzaboy was pushing his dick down her throat again as he made an awkward noise, cumming. It looked like Cassie had a harder time swallowing this load, as it probably had been stored for months. The pizzaboy gave me a relaxed look and without saying anything, got up and left.
Cassie eventually let out whisper “Who was that? Are you still there?” before the door knocked again. I opened it to two more pizzaboys, both looking confused.
“Did you order these two pizzas” a tall black man said, gesturing to the two single pizzas from two pizza places.
“Ah, yes.”
“Well, thats eighteen dollars for me”
“And nineteen for me” said the other pizzaboy, another awkward looking teenager.
I did the same song and dance as last time, telling them I had no cash, then to come inside. The black guy looked like he was going to punch me for a second, but his expression quickly changed when he saw Cassie. “Deal?” I repeated.
“Deal” Said the black pizza man. The other guy made a face and said “Wait, in front of you? I have to wait. I dunno man”
I thought for a second while the black man got comfy in the chair and said “just take somewhere else”.
He walked over and saw the toy coming from her pussy, and the puddle under her. He played with the ropes holding it in for a second and shyly said “… uh, these look, um, hard to untie. What if I took her, uh, other hole”.
“Go for it”.
The black guy ticked the right box when it came to stereotypes, he pulled out a massive thick cock from his jeans and lined it with her mouth. Cassie made a face when he pushed it at her lips, like she could smell something awful. However a quick slap of a tit she gave in and let him put it between her lips. He leant back and let Cassie do the work. The other pizza guy felt Cassies back and then her ass for a while, before taking a small portion of lube from his wallet. He rubbed it on himself and lined himself up. The tip was in before Cassie knew what was about to happen, and her whole body reacted. It clearly hurt, and her jaw tightened for a second. Neither the black pizza man or the other pizza guy seemed to care, though. The black pizza man began to take over for her and started to thrust violently into her gullet. Matching his pace as best he could the white pizza guy sped up his thrusts into her asshole, her whole body shaking at every stroke. Her hands and feet clenched and waved desperately behind her as her body was ravaged. An orgasam took her body as the anal guy came inside her, and the black guy used the loosening of her throat to go deep, but pulled out to cum over her face, getting over her nose, mouth and chin.
The now awkward white pizza guy quietly dressed and left, while the black guy proving to be a stereotype in more than one way gave a loud “Woo!”, slapping Cassies ass. He left before he had his shirt on. I now had three pizzas, ready for my small party. I dragged Cassie over to the couch and got her started on my balls again, resting my feet on her back as she licked and sucked. Ten minutes passed and I decided to start on the pizza as it started to cool, but before I got a piece to my mouth the door knocked one more.
I was well overdue for a catch up with Tyrone and Phil. They were old friends, and we had shared much together. However we were very different people and ran in very different crowds. It was no real accident we didn’t hang out. Phil was only fun in small doses. Shorter than me, with long greasy hair that ran in to and equally ugly beard. He was also a mild psychopath. Tyrone was my height with short hair and faint stubble. Tyrone was until earlier this year, a woman; however had only one of the two surgeries to show it. He had no tits, but still had a cunt. He was also still taking testosterone, which someones made him single minded.
Phil and Tyrone both recognized Cassie, saw her forced position, and smiled. “Thank FUCK” Phil barked “I’ve had a shitty day. Fuck, a shitty WEEK”, he rubbed too long fingernails down her back, leaving a mark, then smacked her ass hard.
It left a mark. Tyrone watch for a moment before dropping a large knapsack. He was distracted and it dropped harder than he expected. When it hit the floor, something started to vibrate, which Tyrone quickly reached into turnoff. “I appreciate this John”.
We watched Phil smack Cassie’s ass and tits for a while before we really started getting ready. He replaced the peg with his teeth, and Cassie gave a weak scream. There was a small table, which we flipped upside down and draped her mattress over it. We untied Cassies legs to reposition her, then retying them spread far apart to the table legs. In this position, she couldent keep her torso up, which was fine.
Phil’s dick was nothing special, but he was vicious with it. Without taking his pants off he pulled his dick from his fly and grabbed Cassie’s hair and forced her to take it all in at once. Cassie took it with ease. Phil grabbed the toy and ripped it from her, sending a sharp jolt through her. Smiling, he climbed under her, forcing her into a cowgirl position. He grabbed her neck to keep her moving and made short, hard thrusts, letting the open zipper rub against her inner thighs.
Tyrone was less afraid of nudity, and striped. It always blew me away to see him naked; a fairly plane skinny white male body, but with a vagina. He pulled a toy from his bag, a thick double ended strapon. It was as thick as his arm, and on one end, the same length. He called it his WMD, weapon of mass destruction. Tyrone got on the couch and spread his legs wide, so that he could rest them on the table legs. With little force he pushed Cassie’s face to his cunt. For a second Cassie made a confused gesture, but couldn’t keep it while she was getting fucked like a machine gun from below. A little more force from Tyrone and she started to nervously lick.
This left one place for me, and I took it with force and gusto. I never got Cassies asshole while we dated and I planned to make the most of it. The awkward pizzaguy opened her up, but I was a little bigger and thicker than he was. I used a little lube but Cassie still jerked in pain as I went in, and Tyrone rolled his eyes at me, I was farther distracting Cassies licking. It seems to get easier for her as we went, and eventually Cassie shook with an orgasam.
We all went hard and Phil was the first to come. He grabbed Cassies tit with one hand, digging his nails in, and bit onto her nipple with the other. She screamed into Tyrones cunt again, and he said, frustrated “Alright man, trade you?”.
I nodded and kept fucking her tight ass while Tyrone got the WMD and carefully put inside of himself, and strapped it to his thighs. It was truly a sight of shock and awe seeing the size. I pulled from her asshole and sat on the couch. Cassies body dropped, and let herself pant, as if it was over. A drool and cum mixture began to pool out of her mouth.
I picked up her head with a handful of hair, and lined my cock up to her lips. She could tell where my dick had been and she pulled her mouth away from it. Tyrone positioned himself behind Cassie, and began to lick out her asshole. She made a gasp, and I used it to go into her mouth, and all the way down to her throat.
Cassie began to shake again, her body ready for another orgasam, and before it hit Tyrone put half of the huge rubber dick inside her asshole. I was too deep in her throat for her to bite down, and instead she swallowed the head of my dick in shock. Tyrone began to fuck Cassie, little thrusts at first, leading into big long ones. Loud slaps of his hips hitting hers as he pounded away, digging his fingers into her ass for grip.
Tyrone began to shake and made a very effeminate moan as he came. The long deep thrust shocked Cassie again, and she swallowed the tip of my dick again, but this time it was much tighter and warmer, and I came. We all sat back and watched Cassies panting, scratched and sweating body. I knew she was exhausted, and she was now mine.
I untied her legs and put her on her back, so that her tied arms were under her. Phil dragged her head so it fell from the side of the mattress. He put his balls to her lips and squeezed her nipple hard with his nails, she yelped and began to lap away at them. Phil masturbated while she sucked his balls, then fucked her face, grabbing her tits and savagely using them for leverage. I had one of her legs and used a foot to gently masturbate, her saliva still coating my dick as lube. Phil came violently in to her throat, and left her tits red with nail marks.
Tyrone used Cassies other leg for leverage as he rubbed their pussies together, until they both orgasamed again. Hard again, I forced Cassies knees next to her head, and fucked her slowly and hard, forcing her to cum one last time, before I did. I got her vibrator out again, with another that Tyrone had brought, and plugged her holes back it, and put them on full. They buzzed loudly, and you could hear them almost fighting eachother. The effect showed on Cassies face, as her body softly spasmed.
Phil and Tyrone packed up, Phil gave me a twisted smile “Yeah, fucking wild. Lets not wait so long next time yeah!”.
Tyrone agreed “Thanks man, these hormones make it hard for me sometimes. Needed it.”
I let them know it was all good, and told them they were welcome. They left, leaving me alone with Cassie once more. I watched her until another two orgasams went through her, and saw that they were getting painful. I turned the toys off, removed them, and started to untie her.
I removed her earphones, then the blindfold. I looked at her in her eyes, they were red with tears.. She looked like a mess, the little eyeliner she had worn had run and her hair was in clumps from sweat and cum. As I looked at her and she looked at me, there was a quiet moment of understanding.
I undid her hands, stood up, and gently pushed her to my cock. Without argument, she took it, and sucked hard. When she felt me build up, she started to force my dick deeper, gagging herself. Her eyes watered and long bits of saliva dripped from my balls, but she kept going until my last load shot out onto her tongue.
I stood, walked to the bedroom and gestured for her to follow. Cassie followed, wide-eyed and quietly. She understood now that in a way, part of her belonged to me, and she would do whatever I told her. I could not help but think of all the things I could do to her. Things I will do to her.

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Traveling the underworld and above (redo)

                              Traveling the underworld and above
I edited it a bit because, I felt that there wasn’t enough detail and I felt that it was too fast paced, as a commenter had said. Thanks for the advice! 🙂
She was walking, her heels clattering, noisily  against the cobblestone in the street, turning into an abandoned alley. She knew it was dangerous at this time of the night but she wanted to hurry home. Clary had spent most of the day in the office, counting money and sorting out important papers for her company. Bruce had tried to kiss her again, failing. A lot of men always stared at her as she walked past them, swishing her hips and her vanilla perfume reaching their noses. While she was walking, she bumped into Bruce.
“hey, clary! I thought you were going home?” he asked cheerily, as if he expected to bump into her.
“hello, Bruce, i decided to visit a friend first, actually because I had to give her some things.” Clary held up a plastic bag. 
“oh ok then,” he walked away with a frown upon his face, as if to say, she has time to go to a friends place but she doesn’t have time to go to mine? 
Clary placed a hand over her mouth to muffle the sounds of her giggles. She knew it was mean to do that to Bruce, but he had to notice that she really didn’t like him that way. Warily, she looked around the alley and found it deserted. A blue bin stood underneath a flickering lamp. She continued forward, walking slowly at first and then speeding up. What she didn’t know was that in the shelter of the bin were two men, overcome with lust and desire for Clary. Snarling, they lunged for Clary, Hands outstretched. Clary, confused let out an ear splitting scream. She kicked and struggled as The men gagged her with a foul smelling cloth. Then she fell into a deep sleep.
Clary woke up later to find herself bound to a chair, her wrists and feet tied with rope that scratched her tender skin. She struggled, screaming for help. 
    “shut up, bitch, no one will hear you, now how about you be a good little girl for us? We  can do it the easy way or the hard way.” he started to rip her blouse open, the fabric tearing underneath his calloused fingers. 
Tears streamed down Clary’s face, ” please, don’t! I’ll do anything else, I have money, whatever! But just don’t”
She was cut off by a slap to the face. “bitch, I said to shut up,” he continued undressing her while Clary struggled. 
“open your mouth,” the man said, signaling for the man beside him to hold Clary down.
She shook her head, tightening her lips together. He punched her, clary’s head snapped to the side and she gasped. The man didn’t waste any time stuffing his putrid smelling cock into her mouth. Groaning, he thrust into her mouth over and over again, clary’s nose being pushed up against his hair. She gagged from the smell, and closed her eyes. Another man was pinching her nipples, twisting them. She was breathless from the relentless pounding the back of her throat was getting and when he finally pulled out, she gasped for breath.
“please don’t , please” she begged, gasping when she felt fingers in her opening. A man was thrusting his fingers into her pussy, grunting. She whimpered, a small sound. 
“please don’t I’m a virgin!” 
“Dan hold her down.” Dan moved to spread her legs and keep them down. 
In one thrust he the other man thrust into her, her saliva on his cock the only lubricant. She screamed as pain travelled through the lower section of her body. Dan placed his cock into her mouth. The pain was too much for Clary as the other man thrust his cock in and out of her pussy, groaning. She fainted.
He had heard screaming from the warehouse nearby and as he walked inside, he found two men bent over a woman who looked like she was unconscious. The men were grunting and with a flick of his wrist he sent them flying against the wall, the sound of bones breaking placing a grin upon his face. She was beautiful, her black hair tumbled down around her face and over her naked form. She had big breasts, slender legs, narrow hips and full pink lips. The body any woman would crave for. The ropes that bound her snapped as he walked forward and took her into his arms, then spreading his wings, he flew away, quiet as the wind. 
Clary woke up on a soft bed, silk sheets covering her. She was lying in a large four poster bed, the floor a cream coloured carpet and a shining chandelier above her head, on the opposite side of the bed was a small black bench, She looked around in confusion and jumped when she saw a handsome man leaning against a door. Clary sat up, startled and realised that she was naked. She clumsily pulled up the sheets to cover her body. 
“w-where am I? Who are you?” she said, hands shaking. 
“don’t worry, I won’t hurt you, I found you with,” he hesitated, “with them” he ended flatly. 
Her stomach gave out a growland heat crept p into her cheeks. 
“umm do you happen to have some clothes I can put on?” she needed to wear something before she left. The man tossed her a shirt onto the bed and stared at her.
“could you..give me some privacy?” she wearily stared at the stranger, still not trusting him.
“the bathroom is over there,” he abruptly said, snapping out of his reverie, pointed to a door on her left. Then he walked out, closing the door gently behind him. Clary walked into the room, bringing the big black shirt with her. She was aching from last night and she pushed away the thoughts. The bathroom walls were Sky blue, two white sinks jutted out from a wall with a mirror hung above it. A toilet that hung off from the wall was next to a square shower. She hesitated, wondering if she should use the shower or the luxurious bathtub that overlooked a garden. She had a quick shower, and put on the shirt he had given her. He was like a dark prince, black hair, lidded dark eyes with curling long lashes. Opening the door she walked out of the luxurious room and into the hallway, climbing down the stairs before breaking into a run for the door. But he was there, casually standing there with his hands on clary’s shoulders.
“where do you think you’re going?” he asked, turning clary away from him and pushing her gently towards where she had come from.
“umm..going home?” she shrugged off his touch, her shoulders still tingling.
“what do you mean? You’re staying here with me,” he said seductively, his voice a whisper. 
Clary shivered, but not from the cold. 
“don’t you want something to eat?” he said, abruptly pushing clary into a seat by the table. He dissapeared and Clary waited, patiently, for him to return, eyeing the door. When he did, he was carrying plates and cutlery. Then was followed by a few servants that held dishes filled with meat and delicacys. 
Her stomach grumbled at the thought of food and from the smell that wafted towards her. Not caring whether the food was clean, she ate. Stuffing her mouth with food.
“what’s your name?” the handsome stranger asked, watching clary eat with amusement.
“clary, yours?” she said,slightly annoyed at the look on his face.
“jace.” 
Clary had finished her food, she stood up and started to walk across the room and towards the door. “I’m going now, I have my own house.” she felt Jace’s eyes on her back, staring as she walked away. As soon as she stepped outside of his door she was grabbed by a few people, clad in black. She screamed and watched as Jace walked towards her,flinging aside her attackers like they were ants. 
“I told you that you were staying with me, didn’t I?” he whispered into her ear, his sweet breath tickling her neck. 
“w-what are you?who are you? H-how..” she trailed off, staring into jace’s eyes. 
He grabbed her hand and pulled her back inside the house. Clary jerked away from him. He sighed, his hand combing through his hair in frustration. 
“ok, look, I’m a demon, something like an evil angel.” jace said staring at Clary.
“a d-demon? You can’t be, there is no such thing as a demon! You are lying.” she said, her hands shaking. 
“you asked for the truth,” he shrugged, continuing to pull her towards the bed she woke up in. She struggled against his grip, pounding her fists against his hard chest.
“let me go! Your a monster! Don’t touch me!” with a mighty tug, she tore her wrist free from his grasp and ran towards the door, desperate for escape. She flung open the door, the cold wind blowing into her face as she ran. Clary knew it was useless running from him but she tried anyways, moving faster. She stopped, her cheek smashing into a chest and with horror she looked up, it was Jace. 
“you can’t run from me, i told you my secret, you’re mine now.” he grinned and pocking her up, his arm around her waist he lifted her up into the air. She screamed. 
“let me go!” she pushed at his arms.
“ok, i’ll let you go,” with a grin, he let clary drop. Clary, too shocked to even scream, felt her breath go out of her as she fell, the concrete rushing towards her. Just when she thought she was going to die, she felt someone catch her. Jace took her back home, looking down on her face. She still had her eyes closed in fear. Once jace had set her down on the bed, she burst into tears. The demon, feeling sorry for her, reached out to take her into his arms but she pushed him away.
“go away! I don’t want to see you anymore!” she screamed pushing herself the farthest she could to get away from him. All of Her feelings poured out, the hurt, the sadness, the shock. Jace walked silently out of her room, leaving her to despair. Her whole body shook and she cried herself to sleep.
Jace hadn’t felt like this towards anyone for hundreds of years. He burned with the need for her, to love him, to care for him. Her soul was pure, untainted by the scene last night. She was filled with energy, the energy was bright, almost visible if you looked carefully. Jace was afraid that he would taint it if she would come to live with him, forever. Should he let her go, he soul would be untainted but he knew there were other demons that would want to taste her. Sighing, he tossed around in his bed, yearning for the feel of Clary’s soft skin against his. Yearning for her smell, that delicious smell. Servants of the other demons were already sniffing her out, the men that he saw when she had run a sign. He would protect her, even if it cost him his life, she was still a stranger to him but he felt a strong pull towards her. SHe would love him, he knew it.

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Aid In Africa : Part three : Mandy

With Emily and Trish having found their respective positions in Mgwabe’s harem, Mgwabe aims for the leader girl Mandy, the last free bird in the desert. But he has some new assistants, who Mandy thought she could call her friends, the ones who, now enslaved, prepare for her inclusion.

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Community Service – Part Two

Left. Right. Left. Right. Up. Down. Up. Slow down.
Margo swayed her hips to and through, letting her long, auburn hair bounce and gather in her face. As the rap music continued to blare, her mind combed through years of her teenage memories. School dances, college parties, rap videos, anything even remotely valuable. All those stupid, exaggerated, drunken dance moves she used to jokingly do with her girlfriends were the only thing that could save her life now. The terrified coed did not stop moving for even one second, running off nothing but adrenaline and pure fear of the five black men lounging around the apartment.
Everything was such a blur, Margo honestly had no idea how long she’d been dancing. Her knees ached in a burning pain and sweat had begun beading down her back. The boom box had played five or six songs already, so she had been moving nonstop for fifteen minutes at the very least. Mar desperately wanted to stop for a second and catch her breath, but she wouldn’t dare risk it. The gun sitting on the table was all the motivation she needed anyway.
The thugs still leered at her, but the looks had change. When this ordeal had first started their eyes were glued on Margo. She could not escape their gaze. Now, the hardened criminals still watched her, but they also watched the basketball game on television, counted the stacks of money, and texted on their cellphones. She was just another little distraction, a luxury.
Mar was just another appliance in the apartment.
The smallest thug was the most enamored with her, motioning her over to his chair with a small gesture of the pinky. Though the sight of him made her sick, Mar forced out a half smile and swayed over to the little man.
“Sweet jesus, you got black girl thighs,” he proclaimed as his hands wrapped around her lower waist. He pulled her practically on top of his lap, letting her straddle his knee, as his hands slid under her g-string and rested on her ass cheeks.
“Show me how little white sluts kiss.”
Margo leaned forwards and their lips met. The small thug did not hesitate in shoving his tongue down her throat. It caught her off guard and for a split second she thought about pulling away before realizing what a terrible idea that would be.
“You taste great baby,” he said through a toothy grin. His hands squeezed her behind before sliding back up to her hips. “I’d could drink that spit all day.”
“Thanks baby. You too,” she lied.
Margo shuddered as his hands traced her shape up and found the way to her ample breasts. The thug continued to kiss her over and over, their lips meeting like magnets. His breath reeked of liquor and smoke, but she had no option but to french back and let him molest her bosom.
“Don’t forget about the rest of us bitch,” the lanky man yelled from the edge of the couch.
The kissing had distracted her enough to ease off on the dancing, performing only an effortless little shake. His long arm reached out and struck her backside.
“Shake that cute little blue tail for us.”
Margo jumped from the unexpected strike and then her mind filled with shame, the unnecessary reminder that she wore nothing but a blue g-string with a sewed on birthday present bow. Choking back another sob, she started to shimmy her ass rapidly. The blue bow bouncing around sporadically, making her ass crack temporarily visibly.
The short thug placed his hands around the back of her head and guided Mar down to the crotch of his blue jeans. Against her face, she could feel his member harden and twitch under the clothes. Mar gulped, looking up with her pleading doe eyes, silently begging him to stop.
“You ever suck a nigga before?” he asked through a wicked grin.
Margo, bent over and still wiggling her exposed ass, timidly shook her head no. “I’ve sucked dicks but never a…black guy before,” she explained with carefully weighted words.
The thug could not hide his joy as he unzipped his pants. The erect shaft springing out and slapping across the side of her face, laughter breaking out from the other thugs.. “Hope you don’t choke to death,” he mocked.
Margo’s eyes widened in surprise. Pressed against her face was the biggest penis she had ever seen in her life. The criminal was significantly longer and thicker than the all the men she had been with before. As she stared in amazement, a terrible thought occurred to her.
This is the smallest guy here. How big are the others?
“Don’t just stare at it, gurl. Suck the black off it,” ordered the smallest thug as he rubbed his penis across her face, smearing pre-cum on her cheek. The vulgar gesture waking Margo up.
The college girl started to slowly lick around the head, more out of reluctance than actually foreplay, but the gangster didn’t mind. He clearly hadn’t showered yet and the scent of his body odor hovered over her nose. Mar tried to keep her lunch down. The last thing she wanted was to lick a stranger’s penis, especially a sweaty one, but it honestly was her best option. Maybe (just maybe) if she got them all off with her mouth then they wouldn’t have the energy left to rape her. It was a long shot, but just giving five blow jobs would be a victory at this point.
The tip licking turned into a small kiss, which turned into a slow suck. She started to work her mouth around the shaft, no easy feat given its girth. The thug let out a pleased moan as his penis gradually disappeared down the white girls throat. Her gag reflex was going full force.
Meanwhile, the lanky thug gave her a backhand slap on the inside flesh of each of her thighs, a crude gesture to get her to spread her legs more. Mar adjusted herself to be in a wider stance as she continued to work her mouth up and down the other criminal’s penis, but it wasn’t satisfactory enough.
“Spread those ass cheeks,” the tall man ordered as he painfully squeezed and dug his nails into her behind. “I want to see what we’re working with here.”
Margo reflexed in pain, careful to not bite down on the penis. There was no need for nail digging, she was already broken and would have followed the order. It was becoming abundantly clear that the gang members enjoyed causing her physical torture as well as emotional. She quickly reached back with both hands and spread her ass cheeks apart, a gesture she had not done, not even fathomed doing, for any boyfriend before.
The young coed felt the dainty g-string being brushed to the side just before a disgusting cold glob of the thug’s spit collided into her sex. Two fingers began to rub the saliva into her womanhood and Margo whimpered, part in despair and part from the sensitive area being touched.
“The shit is pretty banged up,” scoffed the lankiest thug in disgust as he massaged her clitoris with two long, wet fingers. “This whore’s pussy is worn out. You let every little white dick you see plow you?”
A small sob of protest was all that could escape Margo’s filled mouth. The words hit home hard. She wasn’t a whore. Not anymore at least. In high school she had been too reckless and free, getting too enamored with any boy she crossed paths with and trusting that their intentions were true. Now a days she was much more conservative and rational, not even being particular active outside of long relationships. Not that it was an answer the brutes would understand or were even looking for.
“Hey slut, I asked if you let this pussy get stretched out every night,” the molesting thug repeated as his fingers stopped rubbing and started to plunge into her sex.
Margo whole body trembled from his exploration, even her jaw vibrated pleasurably from the small thug’s reactions. She removed his girth from her mouth to answer the other man.
“Yes, I’m a whore who got her pussy stretched out,” Mar stated defeatedly between licks of the cock.
“I’m really sorry, but I can still suck fine.” She stared to comprehend the words pouring out of her mouth, the word these men have pushed her to saying, and her eyes started to really water up again.
The lanky thug laughed again. “I ain’t surpised that use a hoe,” he belittled. “I barely been in your pussy a fucking second and you’re already dripping wet.”
More shame flooded over her from his words. The plunging in and out of the thug’s fingers had quickly caused her sex to moisten and swell, but she couldn’t control that. Could she?
Every second in this apartment filled her with not only more fear for survival, but also a deeper sense of personal disgust and worthlessness.
“Fine work D’marcus. You stick us with a stupid, honky bitch and she’s already torn up. I didn’t think this white cunt could be anymore useless,” stated the suited thug as he shook his head from the other side of the couch as he lit another blunt.
The head thug looked away from Margo long enough to flip off his suited comrade. “ What did you expect nigga? All white bitches spread their for anything with a heartbeat,” he rationalized, but not before an evil grin appeared. “There is something else though they keep tight and protected.”
Margo’s eyes sprang open as her hope of escaping even remotely unscathed dissolved. These monsters were going to get every possible use out of her. The lanky criminal grinned from his bosses idea. His elongated fingers removed from Margo sex, a slow process that agonized her with shameful pleasure, and they started to prod at her tightly, closed asshole.
The coed’s knees buckled from the pain that even a small exploration of the area caused. Her hands released the grip on her spread ass cheeks, making things more difficult, and she turned away from the small thug’s crotch to look at her new assailant.
“Please. Don’t do this. I’m begging you all,” Mar pleaded as she looked back over her shoulder with big doe eyes. “I will suck you all off and let you all fuck my pussy for as long as you want, just please show me this shred of mercy.”
The lanky thug frowned, his fingers still stuck up her unspread ass, and he reached out and struck her behind with his free hand. The smack was the hardest yet and a pathetic yelp escaped the girl’s lungs.
“Bitch, don’t act like you have any say in this” he growled at her. “Get back bent over and spread now or I’m going to stretch you out with my cock instead of my fingers.”
Margo plunged her head back down, bearing a tearful cry into the smaller thug’s erect crotch. Her hands quickly reached back and spread her pale ass again, the raw, pinkness of her sex and asshole inviting to the thugs in the room. The exploring fingers had been joined by a larger thumb. Each small movement sent a shockwave of pain through her body, but the hardened cock in her mouth took away the luxury of even biting down on anything. Margo had no option but to writhe around in the discomfort of two filled holes.
“Oh shit, I’m gonna bust a nut,” the small thug proclaimed as Margo felt his cock twitch in her mouth. He unexpectedly grabbed the back of Margo’s head and drove it down to the base of his crotch. The surprise throat invasion causing her gag reflex to go crazy as she gasped for air. The little thug groaned as she shot a steady stream of hot semen down her mouth. The sorority girl was never a swallower and even the taste appalled her. She was given no choice here, but to cough and gag in agony.
The small thug sunk back into his chair, a pleased sigh escaping as he contently closed her eyes. Without a moments warning, Margo was yanked back by her amber hair, the lankiest thug had pulled the college student over to his lap. The rising of his cock already visible through his black pants.
Without a word said Margo knew to get back to work. Her hands fumbled with the criminal’s belt and zippers, producing a much longer penis than the previous one. Her earlier predictions and fears were coming true.
“This bitch is starting to get the drill,” the Lanky man commented as Margo started to work a closed fist up and down his length. “Maybe we can train her to be a proper white slut.”
“She ain’t that well trained,” remarked the overweight thug as he yanked on Margo’s g-string. It didn’t pull her over to him properly, but the elastic snapped back on her ass and the small girl yelped again. “She should know she has two hands for a reason.”
Quickly Margo reached down his sweatpants with her free hand, fishing out his hardening manhood as well. He wasn’t as long as the other, but it was much thicker. Each revelation brought more terrifying news. She started to suck slowly on the head of the longer cock, as she worked a single finger sensually up and down the fat cock’s shaft.
“Don’t play favorites, gurl,” the fat thug ordered with as he twisted one of her nipples.
Mar grimaced and quickly complied. She switched to sucking him and jerking off the other. After few moments a slap hit under the other breast.
“ Get those dick sucking lips back over here,” the lanky thug ordered.
Mar slide her mouth off the fat penis and started to suck on one of the other man’s balls.
However, every time she showed one attention the other responded with a smack, or grab, or pinch. Her attempts to please both of them resulted in just more physical abuse. There was no winning and it might just drive Mar mad.
“Do you expect my dick to suck itself or are you trying to offend me, She-Devil,” the suited man asked from the other side of the couch.
Filled with apprehension from his comments and whole demeanor, Mar instantly released the other two cocks and scurried to the suited man. Her hands eagerly reached down to his pants, but a backhand across the face knocked her away.
“ I don’t wont those filthy hands on me,” he growled at her. “Use your mouth like a proper cave bitch.”
Bottling up all her feelings of anger and disgust, Mar quickly lowered her head on to his suit pants. Her free hands soon finding the cocks of the fat man and D’Marcus, who had just slid his chair closer. She struggled to move the zipper with her tongue, afraid to bite too hard and injury his growing penis. The suited man watched her struggle to do the simplest task with great enjoyment.
Eventually, she got the pants undone and the man wasted no time in shoving his penis down the length of her throat. His hands (the no touching rule apparently applying only to her) grabbed the back of her head and held it in place. She gagged and spit as he refused to allow her head the slightest degree of movement. Margo was quickly running out of air to breath and began panicking. Her knees squirmed around as the hands on the other cocks flailed for help.
“This is how you make a white woman suck cock,” the suited man arrogantly explained as she writhed around for her very life.
After an eternity he loosened his grip and Mar throw herself backwards onto the ground. Gasping to fill her empty lungs. The perpetrator just contently glared at her behind his shades.
“ Crawl around the room slut,” ordered D’Marcus with a toothy grin. “Make sure ever thug gets some white dome.”
She somberly nodded and began to crawl on all fours, her face turning a bright red from humiliation. She sucked each man, nervous about spending too much or too little time at one location, before crawling to the next as hands perpetually reached out to slap her large behind. The crawl to the suited thug was always the worst part, knowing the abuse awaiting her, but she serviced him in turn as well.
Some time after Margo lost count of full trips around the room, the lanky thug’s cock began to twitch. She braced herself for another mouthful of seed, but the gang member quickly pulled out. His stream sprayed shot directly into her right eye. The sticky substance burned and temporarily blinded her, but judging by the man’s laughing she know not to wipe it away.
Before she even had time to crawl on the fat man had yanked her by an arm and shot off. His semen sticking to her auburn hair and left ear. Mar wanted to break down into a blubbering ball of emotion. This was so foreign and removed from any other sexual instances she had experienced. Everything else had been two individuals joining in a moment of mutual pleasure. In this den she might have well as been a box of tissues.
She crawled to the suited man, being sure to swallow in a deep breath of air, when she felt her g-string be yanked down and something brush up against her butt. She looked over her shoulder, lips quivering as she saw D’Marcus standing with his rock hard cock against her plush behind.
“Finders keepers. I caught the little slut so I get first ride,” the ringleader explained leered down at the frightened girl and slowly began to hotdog her ass crack with his large shaft.
Her heart began to pump faster than at any point before. This was it. The moment they’d really ruin her. These monsters were about to dirty her in a way she could never wash away. Mar never it was pointless to try and stop them. She could only fight for the smallest of victories.
“Please. Fuck my pussy. I swear it will feel great,” she pleaded. “Don’t fuck my ass. I want your black dick in my pussy.”
“A couple hours in here and she’s begging for black cock,” D’Marcus snickered before shoving his cock full length up her pussy.
The startled girl lurched forward from the pain, but her scream was swallowed whole by the suited mans cock invading her mouth. The thugs began to thrust back and forth, rocking the white girl back and forth like a two man saw. The suited fellow was just as rough with her mouth, giving no consideration to the fact she was also trying to take a full penis in her womb.
Margo bucked up and down as D’marcus rode her from behind. “Who’s my snooty, pudgy, pale assed, nigga cumdump?” he mocked.
“Me! I am,” the co-ed shrieked as she writhed around in pain, the thug letting her, removing his penis from her mouth only long enough to answer her tormentors.
“You’re my what?” inquired D’Marcus as he tugged back on her red hair with one hand and continually struck her ass with the other. Each blow ringing out the sound of flesh colliding with flesh and eliciting a high pitched whimpers from the co-ed.
“I’m your snooty, pudgy, pale assed, black cum dump,” the girl answered through a mouthful of cock.
D’Marcus quickly connected with a donkey punch to the back of her head, causing the young girl to lurch further forward on the cock in her mouth.
“That ain’t what I said,” D’Marcus corrected.
“I’m your snooty, pudgy, pale assed, nigga cum dump,” she shrieked at the exact same moment, the stern man getting the blow job leaned forward to spit down in her face.
“Watch your mouth cracker,” he scowled.
It was too much going on at once for Margo to handle. She broke down into a sobbing mess, but even those were muffled by the cock jammed down her throat. The bastard still denied and controlled her breathing. The breath she needed so badly from the rough railing she was receiving from D’Marcus. Her ass, now bright red from slaps, jiggled with each thrust and out of the corner of her eye she could see a blinking red light on a cellphone. Another thug had started recording this nightmare.
Worst of all, her stomach did absolute circles. The physical and emotional torment began to weigh too heavily on her, not to mention she hadn’t even eaten since last night. Each shove in either direction sent her insides flipping and spilling. She could feel the sickness in her stomach slowly rise, but the seated man wasn’t even giving her long enough breaths to deal with it.
D’Marcus continued to beat her ass like bongos as his thrust increased in speed. He suddenly growled and shoved the cock into the hilt as his black seed pumped in her belly. The tremble of Margo’s body was enough to send the other thug over the edge. His penis too explored in her mouth as his cohorts cheered and hollered. Margo coughed and sputtered for air.
She caught her breath just in time to notice that the cheering had ceased. Replaced by a thick silence. Looking down the exhausted, raped girl saw a terrifying sight. She had coughed up more than just semen and spit. The contents of her stomach had found a new home.
On the man’s dress shoes.
Margo choked in a sob, knowing things were about to get much worse.

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