Chapter Three
We drove on for about an hour or so, by the car's clock (although I'm not really
sure when I looked last). Then my Mustang started to slow and indicated a left
turn with the blinker. We followed it onto a small, paved side road. With it
being totally dark outside by now, I wasn't able to make out much more than the
road in front of us.
After a short bit, we moved through a grove of trees, which lined both sides of
the road. I looked out the back window but it was far too dark to see anything.
I suddenly realized I didn't need to when the car edged slightly to the right,
still flanked by the trees. Nobody would see even the cars' taillights through
the trees and it was no longer a "straight shot" back to the highway. And this
now seemed like a lot more than a grove of trees. It now best resembled a small
forest as I could see trees behind the ones beside the road, utilizing the wash
of the headlights. And with another gentle turn to the left, I lost all hope of
both running away along the road or being rescued by someone looking at
something suspicious. Ha! What was I thinking? I'd have to get something on
my feet (not to mention the rest of me!) to run anywhere. And to do that, I'd
have to be free of the bitch and her friend, the rapist. No opportunity seemed
likely at this point so I settled back in the seat and shivered involuntarily,
anticipating the coolness of the area once we departed the warmth of the car.
Both cars slowed once more and made a sharp right turn onto a gravel road,
barely more than a path, and just wide enough for the cars to pass without
rubbing both sides against the dense trees. A moment later, our destination
appeared ahead: a house in a clearing. In the dark I could neither see the
colour nor the size of the house but I got the feeling that it was a lot bigger
than most I'd been in.
Both cars stopped beside what appeared to be a circular garden to our left, next
to a set of large wooden doors. From the size of them, I was now certain this
house was a mansion at the very least. My stomach dropped wondering what in the
world would occupants of such a place would want with me. An answer hit me like
a ton of bricks: I wasn't going home again. I was to be kept here!
The large black man got out of the car and went to the driver's side of my
Mustang, leaning over to talk to the bitch. (I had been calling her that
mentally for so long I wondered if I'd slip up and call her that if or when she
talked to me again. I figured it didn't really matter, not after what had
already been done to me. I looked down between my legs and saw that my red, raw
pussy lips were no longer covered with the foul cum of the boys. I also didn't
appear to be leaking any more out. A small saving grace for when I was removed
from the car.
That happened almost as I thought it. I hadn't noticed a tall, slender black
woman's approach until she opened the car's back door and flooded it with the
light of the dome fixture. In the sudden brightness, I couldn't see anything at
all but I could feel the hand close around my upper arm and gently pull me out
of the car's back seat. The hand's grip wasn't really hard but it hinted at a
lot more strength than I would have guessed from such a slender woman. She
seemed to sense my wonderment, and as I got out of the car into the unusually
warm night air, she spoke:
"Hello. My name is Juanita and I am to be your escort for the evening. Please
come with me voluntarily or do I need to break this arm just to make sure you
understand?" Her not unkind voice had the strong accent of the bitch but it was
much easier to understand as its owner had obviously been speaking in America
for quite some time. My eyes adjusted to the dark outside the car and I could
see her eyes. They looked like they were completely white around the irises.
My shocked expression was greeted with a smile and a small laugh.
"Yes, my eyes probably do look a bit strange to you in the dark. They are
actually a very light blue, extremely rare amongst most black races. But I can
see you well and, as you can see, I can almost read your mind so remember that I
will always be at least one thought ahead of you. Come with me, please." I
found myself liking Juanita almost instantly. The odd part was that I got
almost the same feeling from her as I got from the butt-raping teenager. They
say captives begin to understand their captors after a time and often join them
if given enough time. But this was ridiculous! Still, intuition compelled me
to walk beside her towards the great wooden doors. I was still just as nude as
I had been for some time now, but I walked as proudly as I could, wanting to
show all watching that I still had spirit and was willing to display it. I
heard the bitch laughing behind me once more and my face flushed but I resisted
turning around, choosing to continue walking with Juanita.
The doors opened as soon as we mounted the three stairs to the porch. The
revealed the mansion I had been imagining was here in more splendors that I
thought possible. Brightly lit, it had marble floors, dark wooded pillars and
staircase, gold on all the lamps and fixtures. I stopped in the shock of the
sight and Juanita stopped beside me, allowing me to take the view in. She broke
the spell by speaking to me:
"What is your name, child?" Frowning, I looked into her face and now saw that
she was at least in her middle thirties so her addressing me as "child" was
indeed how she viewed me. Those eyes! They comforted and haunted together. I
felt I could fall into them and be lost forever. Her smile and nod reminded me
of her question.
"My name's Heather and I don't know what's happening to me!" I felt the tears
welling up as soon as I said it, feeling small and as painfully vulnerable as
the child Juanita saw in me. She reached towards my face with her free hand and
ever so gently dabbed at a tear with the back of a curved finger. That gesture
of compassion seared my feelings towards Juanita into something vaguely akin to
friendship. I needed to trust someone to help me and she seemed like a likely
candidate. I returned her smile and we entered the immense front room, leaving
Mr. Rapist and his Bitch outside with their car and mine.
There were two women suddenly beside us and they closed the doors, which they
had obviously opened for us. They were both wearing so little I wondered why
they bothered at all! They neither smiled nor spoke but returned to small
alcoves beside both sides of the doors. They looked like manikins or statues
there but I'd never seen either as beautiful as these women. About my age or a
bit older, they were pictures of perfection: they had model's bodies, long black
(the left one) and blonde (the other) hair which seemed to shimmer in the room's
lighting.
Juanita directed me into the room and towards a small door along the side of the
room. Its golden knob looked as though a meticulous maid polished had it and I
imagined that quite a few worked here! Juanita opened the door and we went into
a much smaller hallway, which we took until making a turn at a junction with
another hallway. Following this one a bit, we turned again and I knew I was
going to be lost even if I had all the time in the world to find my way out of
here alone.
Again, Juanita seemed to know what I was thinking and she completely released my
arm, probably figuring I had accepted the fact that escape was more than being
free of a captor. We walked for some time and came to a single door from the
hallway. Juanita opened it and we walked together into a room of my wildest
nightmares. Shackles lined the concrete walls; a set of whips hung in their
places on a rack; any manner of devices I had no clue about were on tables about
the room; a chair with straps on the arms and front legs; and there were plush
chairs scattered around as though people would come to comfortably watch people
tortured here!
I gasped but before I could say anything, I felt a hand wrap around my head and
cover my entire face with a strong smelling cloth. I immediately felt dizzy
then too exhausted to stand. And why was I standing anyway? That was the last
thought I remembered.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
I awoke securely strapped in the chair. Nobody appeared to be in the room
(although I could see half of it behind me). I don't know why but I started
screaming. Immediately the door opened and Juanita walked in with the big black
rapist and his Bitch! This brought out total panic and I began thrashing at my
bonds, praying for a weakness that would allow me freedom. Not even the
slightest chance.
The rapist moved two of the easy chairs beside each other and in front of me.
Still nude, my crotch would be clearly exposed to whomever sat there. I began
to cry once more and, again, Juanita reached to brush away a tear. This time I
recoiled from her hand but she proceeded and wiped the tear away since I
couldn't get my head away from her. Glaring at her, I felt the same hatred I
felt for the couple that had captured me. She smiled a (sad?) smile and sat
beside the bitch in a comfortable chair, looking at my body from head to toe as
if memorizing it. The bitch just sat in her chair with a wry smile that bespoke
deep trouble coming.
Finally the rapist came into view from somewhere behind me carrying a small
object in one hand. Upon closer examination, I could clearly see that it was a
dildo and it actually wasn't all that small! In fact, knowing that it was
intended for me certainly made it look huge! I couldn't take my eyes off it and
knew where it was going long before it got there.
I felt the slightly cool touch of it's jelly-like surface on my pussy lips and
tried to shrink into the back of the seat I was trapped in. Knowing that
wouldn't work didn't stop me but what it did do was make sure there was no room
to move forward without allowing the dildo between my lips. I held myself
ridged for as long as I could then tried to ease myself forward gentle to lessen
the shock of the intrusion. I succeeded and the rapist didn't push it into me
deeper.
There was a sigh from one of the women but I didn't look up to see which one.
My entire attention was on the dildo about one quarter inch into my pussy, not
even enough to really feel. I was startled my Juanita's voice:
"Heather, Julio plans to do no harm to you..."
"Yeah. Right!" I screamed at her. "He's done enough harm already, hasn't he?"
Juanita looked puzzled a moment then looked into the face of the bitch that was
no longer smiling. They spoke a moment in their language, Juanita clearly
getting more upset as the bitch must have related at least some of that I'd been
through. Not wanting to leave any doubt, I yelled,
"He raped me and she helped him! She even got off on it! Then they had me gang
raped, too! Is that what you call 'no harm'?
Julio didn't move a muscle and the expression on his face didn't betray his
feelings one bit. But the bitch was becoming more afraid the more she confirmed
what I'd said, still in their native tongue.
"Julio, Please help me with Serina a moment." And with that, Julio moved faster
than a cat, turning and reaching without even looking and grabbing the Bitch,
Serina, buy the throat. I didn't squeeze nor twist and Serina didn't look as if
she expected him to. She had a sudden look of dread on her face; she very
slowly stood up and walked towards a wall with Julio still holding her neck only
tight enough to make sure she knew he meant business.
Julio waited while Serina opened one of the shackles on the wall, placed her
hand in it and locked it securely. She was backing towards the wall when
Juanita spoke:
"No. Julio, have her face the wall". Now there was true horror on Serina face
and she didn't move until Julio moved her. With one hand, he held her neck with
a firm grip while using the other to pull the bitch's back away from the wall
and turn her towards it. Serina began what sounded like pleading and then
desperate begging but Juanita didn't answer. Julio finished strapping Serina's
hands and ankles to the wall and backed away.
"She's yours for two hours."
My jaw dropped as I saw Julio grab the back of Serina's pants and rip them apart
like they were tissue paper. Under them, Serina had nothing on and her bare
hips were clearly visible to see. She really started yelling but Juanita still
didn't bother to answer. She seemed completely comfortable with the fact that
Julio was about to rape Serina as he opened his pants. He took the time to
strip completely. Approaching Serina's bare hips, Serina started to scream.
"Quiet her" was all Juanita said, barely audible over the screaming. With one
hand, Julio reached down in front of himself and the other clamped firmly around
Serina's mouth, effectively silencing her completely with a hand much bigger
than any mouth.
I was sweating like crazy when I fully realized what Julio was about to do. I
whispered 'no' and wondered why I did it. The bitch deserved whatever Julio
could do to her. But I still felt dread for Serina somehow.
Julio stooped and pushed his body under Serina's trapped crotch and began moving
the hand Juanita and I couldn't see. But it was easy to guess that he was
rubbing his penis against the still intact crotch of Serina's pants. After a
moment, Julio stepped back and grabbed the new opening in the back of Serina's
pants and pulled again. We could see that he now had opened the entire bottom
of the pants. Serina didn't make a sound even though her mouth was now
uncovered. She seemed resigned to the inevitable.
Julio moved back into the couch behind Serina and once more started moving the
hand obscured by his massive body. This time, we saw Serina's head snap back
and she tried to bury herself in the wall to no avail. The rapist was obviously
getting more and more excited; his heavy breathing being evident by his massive
shoulders and the sound like a small freight train - the same sound I had heard
when he nearly killed me with his cock. I couldn't see if Serina looked like
she was bigger than I down there but the rapist returned a hand to her mouth as
he slowly pushed upward.
Serina tried to stand on her toes as far from the cock's head as possible but
ran out of height quickly. Julio didn't slow his very deliberate rising and
Serina'a arms and legs began to tremble. Finally, even under the massive hand,
we could hear the screaming as Julio stood up. Amazingly, he brought Serina
with him, lifting her off the floor and pulling her legs taught against the leg
shackles! I couldn't imagine how that was possible unless he was lift her with
the hand in front of him or pressing her to the wall hard enough to rip her skin
off.
In seconds, we had the answer and the "impossible" was indeed taking place.
Julio moved both arms up and his hands grabbed Serina just under her armpits and
he began lifting her and dropping her back, apparently impaling her pussy on his
huge cock! Again, Serina was quiet but, this time, it was because she simply
couldn't speak. Her entire upper body twitching, she made noises like an
antelope being killed by a lion; nothing verbal at all but the passage of
Julio's cock sure made her pussy make a noise. The wet smacking was sound was
alternated with the pulling of a suction as he dropped her onto his prick then
pulled her upwards to be dropped again.
Watching this scene, I was now feeling a lot more than I want to admit. I had
wanted something like this to happen to the bitch while she either watched or
participated in my rapes. I wanted her hurt as badly as I was. But seeing it
happen didn't give me the slightest satisfaction. What it did do was start a
waterfall of juices from my exposed pussy! I was getting so excited by the
sight that I was creaming like I have never before. Juanita was still
impassively watching the spectacle so she didn't see my state of arousal but she
would when she turned around.
Nothing I could think of stopped the flow and soon I felt the familiar tingle of
an approaching orgasm. No! I couldn't believe this was happening, like this,
over the rape of someone else! But I raced toward release with each passing
second. When I knew it was starting, I bit my lips trying to suppress my usual
loud vocalizations. I didn't even get close. I wailed through my teeth and
Juanita turned around. Seeing what was happening, she moved towards me and
tightly held me to her body. This just prolonged the orgasm and I lost all
control of my body, thrashing as much as Juanita allowed.
When I finally caught my breath, Juanita was smiling and looking into my eyes
from less than two inches away. This close I could smell her gentle scent, feel
the heat coming from her body and breath, and see the longing in those eyes.
This time, I surrendered to them and I was lost to their power.
I don't know how long we were like that but she stayed close to me until the
sounds of Serina's rape stopped. I frowned thinking that Julio had certainly
made a bit of noise when he finished cumming in me. Both Juanita and I turned
to look and saw Julio gently stooping again, allowing Serina's feet to touch the
floor again and freeing her battered pussy from his cock.
Julio knelt behind Serina and I started making noises of oral sex. It was hard
to tell if Serina's moaning was from pleasure or despair but Julio continued to
bury his face between Serina's hips, making sounds like he was very busy back
there.
Then he stood, turning slightly as he did. This time my 'no' was spoken with a
bit of force. Juanita and I could clearly see that Julio had indeed been
pleasuring himself with his mouth on Serina's ass. What we also saw was that
Julio's erection was completely intact and he was once again stooping behind
Serina. I clearly heard her say, "no, please!" before Julio suddenly stood up
completely. This time, the screaming happened before Julio could cut it off.
He had evidently needed both hands to position his cock this time and we knew
why. He had forced his massive tool completely up Serina's asshole in one hard
lift of his body. He let her scream for a few minutes while he just stood
there, pinning Serina to the wall and impaling her helpless ass on something
that couldn't have possibly passed through someone butt hole. But Juanita and I
knew it could and it did!
Julio stopped the woman's hysterical screaming with the return of the hand over
her mouth but it wasn't needed for long. Serina's head drooped backward and it
was clear that she had mercifully passed out. This didn't seem to concern Julio
at all as he once again grabbed Serina under her arms and bounced her up and
down over his massive prick. The sound of its passage was unthinkable: like
alternately punching a bag of flour and pulling Velcro strips apart. I didn't
want to know what that second sound meant. I didn't even want to think about
it. Then I heard the quickening of Juanita's breathing. OMG! She was getting
off the same way I had: watched Serina get the shit raped out of her!
She stared at the vile spectacle with rapture, unconsciously moving one hand
under the front of her pants and gripping my thigh with the other. I knew I
would hate what I was seeing but I felt something else as well. I needed to
hold her like she held me, be there for her when she was so wickedly aroused
like she was for me. Knowing this was completely impossible, I heard my voice
make a keening sound, drawing Juanita's attention. She immediately knew what I
was feeling. Leaning back into me, she brought herself to a violent climax
while she stared into my eyes with her haunted blue ones. Removing her pant's
hand, she brought it to my lips and I opened my mouth. I had never touched a
woman before, let alone tasted her sex! But I did it even though I didn't know
why. The thick wetness and the musky scent brought me back to instant arousal
and I moaned while sucking her fingers.
Juanita reached below me and unshackled both my ankles, then my wrists. I stood
shakily and brought her into my arms: this strange black woman who had ordered
the rape of someone who was obviously closer to her than I. She wrapped her
arms around me then reached between my legs. Again not knowing why I was doing
it, I opened my legs and allowed Juanita to play with my swollen clit. I moaned
into her hair and, as I became too shaky to stand, she eased us both to the
floor.
There, she helped/allowed me to cum again and again while holding her body close
to mine. As I calmed, she reached down and opened her pants, and like Serina,
revealing no panties. She didn't stop until she was as nude as I and we moved
together in harmony only two women can achieve because they alone know what the
other wants and needs at the right moment. She came again and turned her back
to me. I wrapped her close like spoons and we both watched Julio continue to
rape the still unconscious Serina.
We stayed like that until Julio finally slammed Serina down on his cock and
threw his head back, screaming as he twitched, pumping his cum up Serina's ass.
He went on for what seemed like an impossible amount of time then gently lifted
Serina off his cock, making one last sloppy wet sound as it exited. Stepping
back from Serina, he stood aside and we could see his work: Serina's hips were a
bright shade of red even though her brown skin seemingly would have masked it.
Her inner thighs were the same shade of red but they also had the pressure
indentations from Julio's own thighs showing just where he had slammed her body
down. But her ass was a sight to behold. Both Juanita and I were shocked to
see that Serina still had an asshole! No blood was evident and no obvious
tearing of her tender tissue was seen, either. But her asshole was beyond red.
It seemed to be glowing from heat like molten iron. And it was stretched so
wide open that she'd never have a problem with anal sex in this lifetime! It
was about two inches across and it stayed that way, not closing at after the
removal of the raping cock. I didn't know if it was ruined and going to stay
that way forever or not. But I knew Serina would drown if she went swimming
with that! Juanita's gasp revealed that she thought about the same. Then,
while we were still watching, Julio's cum finally reached Serina's distended
hole, dribbling down a thigh in a tiny stream. Julio had deposited it so far
into Serina's ass that even with it as widely spread as it was, nothing was
available to come out for almost five minutes! The tiny stream of cum became a
moderate stream, a heavy stream (now flowing down both legs), and then a river.
I couldn't believe that so much cum could come from one man's single
ejaculation! But Juanita and I were shocked to see the huge gobs of cum which
followed, lewdly falling directly to the floor making little splats.
It ended so long after it had begun that I turned to look at Julio, remembering
he'd done the same thing inside me! He, too, was intently staring at Serina's
once cum filled ass. I looked down at the cock that had nearly killed me when
it was just pushed in where it was supposed to go and I looked back at Serina.
Although his cock had shrunk with its passion released, it was still much larger
than the hole it came out of. I was still looking at it when Julio turned to
Juanita and me for the first time. He didn't seem surprised to see us
interlocked in obviously sexual attachment nor to see me unshackled. He just
stood there and waited.
Juanita gave my thigh one last squeeze and said,
"It's time to go. Leave her there. I'll call the male servants and see if they
want more of her." Her callous disregard for Serina and what had happened to
her didn't seem like all that much of a shock. It actually seemed right
somehow. What was happening to me?
Juanita returned her hand to my arm and led Julio and I through the hallways
once more. I could have sworn we'd come a different way and my suspicions were
confirmed when we came to set of stairs leading to a large closed door.
"I know you have been wondering what we had in store for you, Heather. You are
about to find out, honey. Just remember that this is real and nothing can or
will change it no matter how much you want it to" Juanita spoke with what
sounded like affection but I felt fear in my heart and it intensified with each
upward step towards the door.
Juanita knocked on the door when we reached a large landing. It was opened to
bright light like the entry hall but it was a very different room. This room
looked like a guest room: it had a canopy bed matching curtains; a large closet
(though I still hadn't seen my clothes!); gold framed mirrors, a crystal
chandelier; and four casual sitting chairs scattered about the room. The decor
was late 19th century and seemed unused.
"This is your room. You will usually be in it unless summoned. And you will
usually be alone here. But today, you are to meet the most important people of
your life." Juanita spoke with something like a reverent whisper. We all stood
there and waited. In less than a minute, a door on the opposite side of the
room opened and four more black men entered. None was as big as Julio but they
scared me badly anyway. All I could think of was 'no, not another rape! Not
another gang rape!'
True to form, Juanita hugged me from behind and whispered in my ear, "They will
not hurt you, Heather. They are here to take over."
"Take over what?" I said with a voice that trembled badly.
"Heather" one of the men spoke in a deep sonorous tone, so pleasant that it
seemed like it might come from your own grandfather. "We are here to take over
your life. We own you now".
The last thing I fully remembered was a huge black arm wrapping around me as
gently as a father holding a baby. Then all turned black. I could hear for a
while longer but I don't remember what I heard. I just drifted down, down, into
some faraway place where I could hopefully hide forever.
