Heather's Trials Chapter One As I sit her now, I can barely think back to when it all started. It seems like forever ago and I don't really want to remember. But all the gory details are still etched in my mind as if burned there for eternity and I can relive them in my nightmares each time I go to sleep. The psychiatrist keeps telling me that I need to "talk it out" of me and I have resisted until now. I didn't think anyone really wanted to hear all the specifics and, the one time that I confided in a boyfriend, he got so sexually excited that he came in his pants listening! I was horrified that my story could have such an effect on a male! Now I know that most guys truly like to hear about this kind of thing and the rest are out there doing it day after day to girls like me. I guess telling you is a risk but I've got to end the dreams somehow and I know you really care about me, don't you? I suppose I should start right from the beginning... I got up that morning knowing that something big would happen that day. Ha, ha! What I didn't know was just how big and that my feeling of anticipation was about an emotional disaster - not the joys I always fantasize about. Looking back now, I should have listened more carefully to what my mind was telling me about the future. But how was I to know? Anyway, I awoke to the clear, sunny and bright morning light filtering through my lacy pink bedroom drapes stretched and yawned. I felt like a new woman after a good night's sleep but, then again, I was only 20 then and although I wasn't growing anymore, I was hoping someday for larger tits like my friends had. But it didn't look like that was going to happen: my 5'7" frame still hasn't blossomed into the womanly body I'm sure it will sooner or later. I was still cute back then with soft, thick hair and a smile my parents said was the light of their world. I tossed off my nightie and stood nude in from of the full-length mirror, gazing at myself from head to foot, liking what I saw. I had only started growing pubic hair in my late teens and I wasn't all that fond of it so I'd started shaving. Now I had my youthful-looking pussy back again and I was able to see the top of the hood over my clitoris once more. I had loved to see it when I was younger and I had played with it until I felt a strange sensation coming over me one night and had my first orgasm. It almost made me pass out with pleasure and, since then, I've never stopped enjoying toying with my treasure. Why are you laughing, silly? Of course it was a treasure to me; it still is, no matter what happened back then! And, yes, I might show it to you sometime, if you're a gentleman! Abandoning my reflection, I hurried to the bathroom and peed. I clearly remember that because I started feeling horny as soon as my butt hit the cold seat. I leaned back and waited for it to start and, while I was waiting, I opened my legs slightly and started playing with my clit again. This wasn't the best time for this sort of thing and it couldn't last long if I started peeing but I couldn't help myself. I closed my eyes and imagined the boyfriend doing the rubbing and pulling. It was the same dream I usually had but this time, it went a lot further. I usually think about him doing me with his hands while kissing me lying beside me. It almost always gets me so hot that I know I'm going to have another blessed orgasm. But this time, I pictured myself being touched with my eyes closed while lying in a large grassy expanse somewhere I didn't recognize. I was getting closer and closer to bliss in my fantasy (and on the toilet!) when an unusual thought came into my head: I had this overwhelming feeling that I was being watched while lying in my imaginary meadow but I couldn't open my eyes too soon or I'd lose the feeling. My boyfriend was happily oblivious to my feelings that we were being observed and getting my very wet and he brought me closer to release. Then a shadow crossed behind my eyelids and I gasped, opening my eyes and, standing above us was a tall black woman. She looked down at us and smiled a wicked grin just as my orgasm started and I cried out, in surprise, fear, embarrassment and bliss. Overwhelmed by the orgasm, I was paralyzed under the staring woman's gaze, thrashing uncontrollably while my fantasy boyfriend nuzzled his face into my neck and encouraged me to cum harder and deeper. And then, the woman moved so that the sun was directly behind her head and I was momentarily blinded so I didn't see what she swung at my head before it pounded into the side of my head. I was so engrossed in the fantasy that I hadn't noticed I'd started peeing leaning back in the throes of a real orgasm. I don't know if I cried out or not but I was completely covered in sweat and shaking while my bladder drained into the bowl. It was one of the wildest orgasms of my life and I don't know why such weirdness turned me on but it did. After wiping, I got shakily to my feet and stumbled back the bed where I lay on my back, returning both hands to that wondrous spot between my creamy thighs. And there, I surrendered to more masturbation even though I wanted to shower and get my day started. Sometimes, a girl just needs to take care of first things first! After bringing one of my hands to my face, I breathed deeply of the unique and not unpleasant scent from my orgasms, and absently opened my mouth, lightly tasting the rich cream I always release. Smiling, I slowly shook my head as I finally got back to the bathroom and started the shower. /*\*/*\*/*\*/*\*/*\*/*\*/*\*/*\*/*\ That day was supposed to just a fun day: kick back with some friends or maybe take a long drive. There was nothing I really had to do and I was content not to schedule or plan anything in particular. Turned out that I did opt for the car ride to nowhere. I was in the car in town and found myself heading towards the highway onramp and out of town. Light traffic on the spectacularly clear spring way made for easy going. I turned on the radio and jumped when the sound came on at some inhuman volume I'd left it at. Then I heard the song and it brought a huge smile to my face. It was a new song I had taken an instant liking to and it was starting right at the beginning, too! That never happens when you really want to hear a song so I thought of it as a good sign and started singing along with the radio, casually looking around the passing landscape. Cars, trees, and houses gave way to much less traffic, sparser vegetation, and rolling fields. I gradually allowed my foot to urge my convertible Mustang to a cruising speed far too fast for the city but fairly safe for so little traffic. I happened to glance in my rearview mirror and gasped, noticing for the first time a dark green sedan right behind me, matching my 75 MPH and obviously wanting to pass. I looked ahead and saw a turnout, which I took way too fast but I looked to my left and saw that the car once behind me was now beside my Mustang and pulling past like a rocket. Before I turned back forward to ease my car back onto the main highway surface I looked right into the eyes of a beautiful black woman in the passenger seat of the sedan. She had a peculiar expression on her face and it gave me the creeps. I slowed my car a lot faster than necessary and allowed the green sedan to rocket past me as though I were parked. I just caught a glimpse of someone large behind the wheel (a man?) but nothing more except the horrid feeling of dread. I frowned as I gradually sped back to my cruising speed and wondered what had spooked me. It didn't take long before I had it: the black woman in the sedan looked very much like the woman I had fantasized about that morning! But how could that be? There's no way I could have seen her this morning (or even last night before going to sleep) and I mulled over that fact for a moment while making a gradual left turn around a small hill beside the road. I immediately noticed that I was in trouble because there was another hill on the right side of the road and the road curved a lot more sharply around this second one. I didn't panic, though, and I lifted my foot off the gas and covered the brakes intending to take the curve at too high a speed but one that I figured would still keep me on the road. I was almost to the point where I thought the road would straighten out once more and started to congratulate myself on the driving skill I'd displayed at 20 years of age behind the wheel of a high performance sports car when I saw them. The green sedan was stopped right along the shoulder of the road I was planning to use to straighten out the Mustang! Without a second to think, I slammed the brakes and swerved, barely missing the side of the sedan but over correcting my course and heading off the road on the other side. This time I wasn't as lucky and I slipped off the paved surface and bounced hard on the uneven dirt on the far side of the road's shoulder. I was so badly jostled it rattled my teeth and bounced my foot clean off the brakes. My car slid sideways a long moment, kicking up a cloud of dust before the front tires caught traction again and whipped me around the opposite way, bouncing harder then the first time and actually tipping the car towards a rollover. I instantly got that sickening feeling of vertigo but the Mustang righted itself and slid to a stop almost at the same time, bouncing me a third time, but this time slamming my left shoulder into the door and tossing my head about like a bobble head doll. I wasn't sitting there stunned for very long; I couldn't have been because the cloud of dust which surrounded me hadn't begin to settle when I saw a shadow approaching through the choking veil of loosened dirt. I suddenly caught my breath and struggled in a lungful of grit as my eyes filled with the same dust forcing me to squeeze them shut in pain. When could breathe again and my vision started to clear, I looked up to see a tall black woman standing beside my car gazing down at me. She raised her arm and I felt a sharp blow to the side of my head before losing consciousness. /*\*/*\*/*\*/*\*/*\*/*\*/*\*/*\*/*\ The first thing I remember after that was a sense of pleasure and warmth I didn't want to end. It was everywhere at once and I marveled at how wonderful it felt. I felt myself moving to the ebb and flow of that pleasure and began to notice I was hearing voices, too. I couldn't make out the words but they were a man and a woman's coming from somewhere very close to me. I wanted to hear the words but the overwhelming feeling of comfort coursing through my body made the meaning of the words irrelevant. I was going to surrender to the warmth when I became aware of what the feeling of pleasure was: I was masturbating and getting soaked between my legs and I writhed to my growing passion. But it was wrong, all wrong. Coming to, I was greeted by the same bright sunlight that had previously greeted my day but, this time, it was bathing my entire body with its white heat. And then I saw where the voices where coming from: beside me in the full sunlight were the black woman and a black man from the green sedan. And I wasn't masturbating; I was being fondled intimately by the man's surprisingly gentle (though none the more welcome) paw between my legs! With a start, I tried to get up and the woman laughed in a lilting voice, which I recognized as Haitian. She put both hands on my shoulders and firmly pushed me back down on the ground. Looking at her hands, I saw that my shoulders were now bare where my favorite spring top had previously covered them. Frowning, I looked down further and saw why I was feeling the man's hand so easily between my legs: I was totally nude and lying on a patch of grass in the direct sunlight! I struggled to get up again and was once again pushed down, more roughly this time, banging my head on the firm ground beneath the grass. In a voice as lilting as the black woman's, the man said something and I figured they were speaking Spanish or French. The woman laughed and shifted position, exchanging places with the man who was holding my legs to the grass firmly. I thought I'd be able to move easier once the hand was removed from my crotch and the woman's weaker arms were substituted for the black man's but I was wrong. Her arms clamped around my calves with all the pressure of a vise and they were forced apart unceremoniously. While my upper body was held ridged by the man's hands and arms, my legs were opened like a clam under a starfish's constant pressure. To my horror, I was able to look down and see the woman's face slowly descending behind my opened, clean-shaven pussy! I redoubled my struggles and they both laughed without showing even the slightest increased effort. My legs were quickly pulled even further apart and the laughing woman's face disappeared from my sight. But my eyes opened widely as I felt first her warm breath then her face against my genitals! I was already completely lubricated from the unconscious fondling and now I was being forcefully fucked my some crazy black woman's tongue! I screamed and once more the man laughed, this time not joined by the woman, as she was busily licking and slurping nosily between my thighs. I quivered as far away from the touch as possible but I totally unable to withdraw a single inch. The face and tongue did their dance between my pussy's lips and over my clitoris. I looked up into the black man's smiling face and screamed again. He seemed completely unmindful of the noise I was making and I soon tired of it, knowing that if he wasn't concerned, there couldn't be a good reason to continue. Instead I started to plead with them to stop, even as my body started to respond to the expert ministrations of the woman's mouth. I felt my body arch against my will and knew I was dripping like a fountain from my excited pussy, hating every minute of it while loving it just the same. My body stiffened and the spasms began, my legs involuntarily clinching around the woman's face, my pussy seeking even greater release into her eager face. This time when I screamed, it was a scream of uncontrollable passion as the orgasm slammed its way through me with wave after wave of overwhelming jerks and twitches. I was completely at the mercy of my body and it took control of my mind as well, turning all my thoughts and words to meaningless dribble. My devastating orgasm subsiding, I slowly returned to my senses and discovered that the face between my legs was gone and the man and woman had once again exchanged positions. And as the woman said something to the black man with a very stern look on her face, I got the distinct feeling that it wasn't something I wanted to understand in any language! And when the man opened my legs in the same manner his woman had earlier, I knew I was not going to be happy about whatever was said. He too placed his clean-shaven face against my still dripping pussy and opened his mouth to my juices. His tongue was much more insistent than the woman's and its penetration felt more like the probing of a penis. (By 20, I had had the experience of four lovers, about four less than most of my peers. Still, I was intimately familiar with feelings of opening and widening). His tongue did its vile dance for a few minutes longer while I stared up into the woman's leering face. Then my worst fears were realized as the tongue was removed and man's body began to slide forward and over my pried open legs. As I looked down in horror, I saw the greedy eyes of this dark black animal, looking more like a panther than a human. He proceeded a lot more slowly than he needed to, seeming to savor the anticipation of what he had in store for my helpless body. I couldn't help screaming again and again as the realization of what was about to happen crashed through my panicked brain. But his relentless forward progress over my belly, over my small breasts (stopping to suckle at the nipples of both, making them ridged completely against my will), over my face increased my panic by the second. Now in a full hopeless struggle, I felt the man's legs working mine further and further apart, widening them for his broad hips to pass freely between. And as I gasped for air under the weight of his large, glistening, almost hairless body, I felt the first touch of something like a steel bat against my pussy's saturated lips. A second later, I knew an agony like none I have ever known before: his huge black cock rammed up against, between and through my pussy's lips and all the way to the back of my vagina. This time, my scream was muffled by the musky taste and scent of my own body as the black man brought his wet mouth to mine and forcefully shared my wetness with me. Unlike the pleasant and arousing behaviour of this morning, this assault was almost as vile as the wickedly humongous prick planted so deeply into me that it felt as though it was bowing the spine. Pulling back, he almost caused me to lose consciousness. It felt as though he was yanking my vagina inside out or removing my cervix with a pair of pliers! My jaws clenched and with them, my pussy clamped down on the retreating penis, trying desperately to save itself from certain maiming and mutilation to no avail. I grimaced in physical grief as the insistent prick withdrew almost completely and the man looked down into my crying eyes. Then the agony of another violent thrust shoved me backward into the grass, spreading my ass from the weight and force. He seemed to take great pleasure from looking at the pain he was causing me simply by slowly raping me. And the woman stared at my body as I was attacked, carefully observing everything about the act taking place before her. She held my upper body in a grip totally unnecessary since the man had me so completely at his mercy. Then the ordeal really began. The very slow and constant fucking I was made to endure went on with the same laborious pace for longer than I could count. Each & every thrust and withdrawal brought with it new pain and horror. I was being torn apart slowly and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. In, out, in, out - his face glistening with sweat, his cock maintaining the almost artificial rigidity of a battering ram. My small tits being crushed to my chest with his maddening pace. As I thought back to the dripping condition of my pussy before the raping began and after both their tongues had licked and sucked me to frenzy, I knew I'd be bleeding to death if not for the careful moistening they had brought. Still, I was sure there was no room for even a drop of my natural lubrication to slip past the impossibly thick girth of the black man's cock. On and on, the deliberate and measured raping continued until I was barely able to keep my eyes open or my mouth shut. Then ever so slowly, it got worse as the pace quickened gradually. The 'pulling apart' feeling was gradually replaced by something like the manic screwing high school boys all seemed to match. The grunts from above me became more and more guttural and the black woman's look of intensity increased with every passing moment. She appeared to be feeling as much from my rape as he was - getting some sort of symbiotic pleasure from watching her man almost fuck me into the ground. She started to pant and sweat almost as much as he did though the bright sunlight was warm but not hot. Finally, the black man reached the speed of traditional screwing and maintained it. The size and shape of his cock didn't change but its friction increased as though it were growing leaps and bounds. I now felt as though my pussy was on fire. My previous wetness all but nonexistent now, I could feel each and every vein in the embedded prick as it passed by my swollen and abused lips. And he kept up this pace for longer than any man I had ever heard of, now gleefully enjoying the sounds and sights of my rape: looking down between us to watch his body pass into mine; smiling at the look of utter misery on my face; staring at my tits as they bounced back and forth under the constant motion of his fucking. Then I felt a change. As soon as I did, it was a mixed blessing for the man was obviously approaching orgasm but gaining size while embedded in my crotch. I may have been on the verge of passing out up until then but I was slammed back into the moment with such incredible violence my eyes lost focus of both his face and hers. Suddenly like a human battering ram, the black rapist finished his deed with a thrust that completely knocked the wind from my chest, bruised by pussy's lips like a ripe plum, and ground my ass into the grass hard enough for me to smell the water crushed from inside. Then the end came with his massive grunts and groaning overwhelming my attempts to scream with no wind to do so. And I felt the massive gush of torrents of cum spraying into the deepest parts of my pussy, filling every single fold and crevice of my interior completely with it. The woman began to holler as well, looking like she was having an orgasm at the same time her man did, her eyes rolling up and back in her head while she shook and trembled. As for me, there was nothing left to do but wait for my breath to return, for his cock to cease its spasms and multiple streams of cum. It was still buried so far inside me that I could feel the steady flow of hot, thick prick cream onto and into my cervix, making me certain beyond a doubt that there was little chance to avoid becoming pregnant from this very through rape. And as his thick spent penis finally softened enough to cause no more pain and slip messily from my pussy, the black fucker rolled off my battered body and onto his back beside me. The woman stopped neither looking into my eyes nor loosening her hold on my upper body. But she did reposition herself over me to sit on my belly, holding me down now with her sheer body weight. She said something to me that I couldn't understand and slapped me when I returned her gaze with vacant eyes. She repeated what she'd said and still I couldn't understand it. This time she shook her head at me as though I were a simple-minded child and said something similar to the man who had just finished raping my 20- year old body. He laughed, smiled and opened his eyes gleefully, getting slowly to his feet and pulling on his clothes. Only then did the black bitch pull her cunt off my stomach and drag me to my feet. As I stood erect, a huge mass of semen dropped from between my pussy's lips and spread nastily on both my thighs and inner legs. The bitch laughed and pointed while her bastard reached back inside his pants and gave his still enormous cock a few suggestive pulls, bringing renewed horror to me. But this time it was only some sort of joke or plan because I wasn't pulled back to the ground. I felt a hand rammed roughly between my legs and up against my crotch. The instantaneous pain was enough to make me double over and cry out again. It was the black bitch grabbing my sore pussy and running her fingers through the incredible mess still issuing from it. Withdrawing her hand, she brought it to her lips and looked into my disgusted face as she licked it slowly. I started to turn away and she slapped me with that hand, splattering cum all over the side of my face, my hair and upper body. I started crying again and they both laughed, pulling me towards the green sedan and my bright red 2003 Mustang convertible. I was still nude but it didn't seem to matter much right then. After all, whatever they had planned for me next probably didn't involve my clothes. No, I didn't think my clothes were really anything to worry about wherever we were going now.
Chapter Two I was bundled into the green sedan and the bitch got into my car. My car! I'm not sure why but that bothered me a lot more than sitting nude in the back of some rapist's car. What did she think she was doing, anyway? I love that car and she has no right, no fuckin' right! In fact, that though alone got me moving towards the door. I didn't think I'd make it with the big black man so close, just out of reach in the front seat. But I got there and almost slammed my head into the rolled up window. I was moving so quickly I hadn't noticed that the car's back seats were modified just like a cop's patrol car: the door handles had been removed! Unlike a real patrol car, though, there was no dividing shield or screen between the front and the back seats. That made it possible for the smack to the back of my head to come unabated. It didn't really hurt but it surprised me badly enough to make me jump. The rapist was looking at me with a sly smile on his face, making it clear that he allowed me to reach the door and that he could have punched me unconscious if he had wanted to. I felt total resignation once more and sat back in the seat, making a pretty large mess on it as I did so. The rapist didn't seem to notice or he didn't care. I heard my car being started and looked up to see the bitch pulling back out onto the road, closely followed by the sedan I was captive in. My breasts would be clearly visible to any passing car and, since the windows were untinted, I entertained the small possibility that my shameful condition would be readily visible. I'd feel terrible exposing myself to strangers along the road but, if it came to that, I'd do it quickly, hoping that the passing car would see it before it was seen by the rapist. I didn't think too many people would have a chance getting into a physical altercation with this huge hulk of a man but the hope of someone trying was all I had to hold onto at the moment. Both cars traveled quickly down the road in the same direction I had been going (How long ago?) but they didn't speed. Indeed, it looked like they were content with taking their time getting wherever they were taking me. And why were they taking me anywhere? What had I done to deserve this? What was going to happen to me when we got to our destination? Would I be raped again and killed, only to be left along the side of the road for someone to happen across while passing? This last thought brought new tears of fear from my eyes and I began to panic. There was nothing in the back of the sedan that remotely looked like a weapon I could use. The ashtray had the place for a cigarette lighter but it wasn't in its receptacle. The seat belts would be the best tool against the rapist, especially if I could surprise him from behind. But checking all the belts, there were none loose enough to remove nor long enough to use attached. All I could do with one was break the side window if I were given the chance. But that would be suicide while the car was moving, even as slowly as it was. (Looking at the speedometer, I could see that we weren't really going all that slowly after all. We were traveling about 50 miles per hour but it was hard to tell from the passing terrain, which had given way to scrub brush, and dirt as far as the eye could see. This last gave me some measure of comfort: they couldn't take me anywhere I couldn't be easily seen. No matter what horrid plans they had for me, any passing car'd see them if one came by. Almost as if I had conjured it up, a small mirage separated itself from the heat shimmers of the roadway, traveling towards us. Neither the bitch driving my car not the rapist seemed too worried about it, though, and I started making plans for "flashing" whomever passed us. I was still sitting on the right side of the car! Damn! Of course, the car would pass on the left! I glanced at the thug driving the sedan and he seemed content to stare at the back of my car leading us. I took a small breath and released it. Then another. I was about as calm as I was going to get so I began slowly scooting across the back seat, leaving a smear as I slid my still leaking body along the soft material. Shit! I'd forgotten about the car's rear view mirror until I could see the rapist's face in it as clearly as he could see mine if he'd been looking! He didn't seem to be and I was running out of time; the cars were converging at a speed of at least 100 miles per hour (if the approaching car was only moving as slowly as we were, and I doubted it). I didn't really duck so much as cower from the image in the mirror, still scooting along as slowly as I dared. I made it across when the approaching car was so close I could see it had multiple people in it. A bit closer and I was pretty sure they were guys. As luck would have it, they all seemed to be teens as the final moments of their approach ticked off. This was the best I could hope for: a bunch of horny teenage boys seeing a flash of my small but firm tits should get their attention like a neon sign! Timing was everything and I moved as soon as they started to pass my Mustang, leaning toward the left window and pressing my bare chest against the glass. The chill of the window nearly caught me by surprise but I suppressed a verbal reaction and put on my best smile for the passing audience. The rapist didn't seem to notice anything as they passed us with a blur but I got a glimpse of the surprised look on the face of a passenger in the back seat of the new-model Honda. Pulling my chest back from the glass, I risked a glance at the driver once more but he still seemed oblivious. Now all I needed was a bright young kid to put 2 and 2 together: what was a young topless white girl doing the back of a sedan being driven by a huge black man? I tried to will him to tell his buddies and have them discuss it until one brought out a cell phone. I didn't bother looking out the back window. I knew they had seen me and they had passed. It was only a fleeting hope that they'd confront my captors. I was more concerned with them making a call as quickly as possible. And not looking backwards, I was as surprised as the huge rapist to see that they had turned around and were now hauling ass towards us from behind! The black man frowned and looked back repeatedly using the rear view mirror. The bitch in my car probably didn't know they were coming and wouldn't know until they either started blowing their horn or trying to pass the sedan for another look at my bare chest. For the first time, the rapist looked unsure of himself and started muttering in whatever his tongue was. And the car with the boys in it rapidly gained on us. Now I was really starting to hope! Looking back that them, I could see the look of determination on the driver's face and the look of cheerful confusion on the front seat passenger's face. That raised a bit of a warning flag for me but what could they really do to me? Overpower the rapist and his black bitch after forcing them off the road? What then? Gang rape me? LOL! I almost laughed out loud at that last thought. If they wanted me badly enough, I let them have all they could do if they got me away from that monstrous cock in the front seat of this car! Then they were right behind us, almost close enough to bump us. The boys could see me looking at them but I didn't know what to do but mouth the words 'help me' and hope they got the message. They didn't. It was clear to me that they wanted another good look at me but they didn't seem to understand what was going on. How could they? These were probably mid-teen high school kids with all the brains of a turtle. Grinning like idiots, they stayed right behind us, not trying to pass yet, at least. The huge black rapist was very concerned, though. He was concerned enough to speed up a bit and close on my Mustang which had drifted about 10 car lengths in front of us. The teens kept pace and I almost gathered myself on the back seat to flash them again. Who knows what they might try to do for another peek? But I thought of the rapist behind me and I remained seated, though looking backwards all the while. As we sped forward, the sedan closed to within a car length of my Mustang and finally the bitch seemed to notice. I still couldn't tell if she saw the Honda yet but she was clearly agitated at the rapid approach of the sedan. She must has sensed sometime was amiss but she didn't slow down and all three cars continued along the road less then 4 car lengths apart in a sort of weird caravan. The rapist broke the impasse with a long blow of the sedan's horn. The bitch now knew there was something wrong and let my Mustang slow without hitting the brakes, which would have caused all three cars to hit. We slowed as well and so did the teens. They looked absolutely thrilled, probably thinking with their shortsightedness that we were slowing or even stopping for their visual pleasure. I didn't know if I should be happy or afraid as we all coasted slower and slower. The blinker of my Mustang came on and the bitch was indicating she was going to pull over and stop. We didn't signal but also gently drifted towards the side of the road. Then my worst fears were realized: the boys stayed in the middle of the lane behind us all and even started moving towards the center, looking for all the world as if they were just going to pass us gawking at my tits! They did slow enough to pull alongside us and they all tried to have their faces pressed against the windows on the right side of the Honda. With a slight jolt, the sedan stopped behind the Mustang and the kids stopped right beside us! The rapist was looking at them with a puzzled look on his face but he could easily see me out the corner of his eye so I didn't move a muscle but my breasts were again clearly visible through the left back window of the sedan. I could hear whooping and hollering as they all pointed and laughed it up, still stopped next to us, now in the middle of the lane we'd just vacated. They didn't notice the bitch approaching until she was right in front of their Honda's right fender. Then they all stopped hollering as if they'd run out of batteries. None of them moved as the bitch went right up the passenger window of the Honda and motioned for them to open it. She spoke to them for a good long time and I couldn't imagine how she was going to explain what was happening. In another moment, the bitch stepped away them and the Honda began moving slowly forward again. It stopped in front of my Mustang, pulled completely off the highway. What? Then it hit me: the bitch had a gun and was going to kill them out here in the middle of nowhere! I started to scream for them to run when I looked up and saw the rapist grinning back at me. Now I was really worried! The Honda's door all opened and all four of the kids came out. And, yes, they all looked like high schoolers. But I got a new impression as soon as I looked at all of them at once: they weren't the kids I'd call scholars. No, indeedy! These teens looked like the kind that probably stole the Honda and were joy-riding in it! They talked briefly to the bitch again the surrounded the back of the sedan where I was sitting. Now I was trying to cover my breasts when I noticed they weren't trying to look at them. They were all looking at my bare crotch! I gasped tried to cover everything at once. The rapist laughed loudly and got out of the sedan. He joined the kids and the bitch outside the back windows of the car were I was still trapped. Now completely panicked, I looked from side to side and tried to shrink into the back seat. I was looking towards the left side of the car when the door opened behind me. I started to turn around but I was grabbed by the shoulders and slammed onto my back. Still facing the left door, I saw it open as well and one of the boys reached inside, grabbing both of my legs. My arms were pulled over my head and the boy holding my legs let go of my right one, passing it to another boy sitting in the front seat of the car. This new kid held it pinned against the top of the front seatback, spreading my legs. I couldn't believe this was happening! Not again! Not like this and on the side of the road! I could hear the bitch laughing somewhere with the big black rapist as the boy holding my left leg opened his pants while climbing on top of me. I started screaming again and just knew I'd never stop. Someone grabbed my thick black hair and pulled it hard enough to raise my chin away from the boy settling himself over me while he grabbed at my petite breasts. I felt the hard slam of his body against mine and his hard cock slipping through my still cummy, well-lubricated pussy's lips. Still screaming, I closed my eyes as he started raping me with all the energy of a young boy "getting some". He pulled at one of my breasts while sucking hard on the nipple of the other, never slowing his rapid pace. I could feel the sweat starting to form where our bodies banged together and heard the boy grunting lustily as he rammed his prick as hard as he could into my pussy. Trading his hand for his mouth, be started sucking the other nipple while using the other breasts to pull himself forward and into me. I didn't feel him cumming when he did but I heard the satisfied moaning while the boy ground his cock around inside me, pulling open my pussy wherever he leaned at the time. In a few more minutes, he pulled his limp prink from my pussy and backed off my pinned body. The second boy was just as energetic as the first but this one stared into my face while raping me. He seemed to want to watch as my head bounced forward with his every thrust, pounding his crotch against mine with a vengeance. The only saving grace was that neither he nor the first boy was anywhere near as large as the black man who had already raped me. The wet sloshing sound of his body plunging in and out of my pussy was easy to hear over the other boys' excited words of encouragement. And above it all, I could still hear the black couple laughing and talking, obviously enjoying watching me gang raped by the boys I'd hope would save me. With a final push, the second boy held his twitching prick as far as it would go into my body, still looking into my eyes but now grinning like a Cheshire cat. He yanked his satisfied cock out and closed his pants while moving away from the door of the car for another boy to gain access to my pussy. This third boy said something to the fourth in the front seat of the sedan and they both talked with hushed anticipation. My right legs was cramping from where it was being held and I was immediately grateful when it's position was shifted, taking some of the pressure off my aching calf. Then to my horror, I figured out what they had been talking about! I begged them not to do that, please don't do that! I know I started babbling and crying all the more but nobody seemed all that concerned as my right leg was pulled forward towards my head but still pinned against the seatback. The third boy was bigger than the rest and his weight was impossible to resist as he climbed into the car, pushing my left leg forward in a similar manner as the other. Still begging and pleading, I felt the stiff cock rub against my very sore pussy lips, parting them and slipping into me deeper than the first two boys. He began his rape with a slow steady rhythm, very much like the black man had raped me, slowly pulling in and out, seemingly savouring every wet fold of the interior of my pussy. He also stared into my eyes while riding me. But he didn't pound me like I expected him to. Actually, he slowed his fucking and pulled his penis from my pussy while it was still hard as iron. I looked back at him with fear and, sure enough, he pushed my left leg even further forward, lifting my butt from the back seat. I could feel cum running out of me and finding its way along my hips and ass. I closed my eyes once more and waited for what I knew was coming. The still ridged cock was rubbed again against my wet pussy and then pushed down between my hips. I screamed 'no' even as the boy lay his entire weight into the swift penetration of my widely splayed asshole. The cum from his slow fucking made his passage into my ass like a hot knife through butter. But butter never felt the kind of violent pain I felt then! I felt as though the wind was knocked out of my lungs and I couldn't scream. The boy's eyes widened and he leered at me as he hit as far as he could up my no longer virgin ass. Now the pounding came and it succeeded in making me all but mute in horror and agony. On and on he went, fucking my butt like there was no tomorrow. After a few minutes, the terrible pain diminished I was left feeling nothing more than a huge pressure and intense friction. The cum from the pussy rapes was still running from above and it continued to lubricate both the raping cock and my butt, making for lewd noises but saving my ass from any serious damage. We never took our eyes from one another and I felt an almost comfortable connection with this kid. I can't explain it. Maybe it was the same thing I felt when giving my virginity to a boy in the yard of the high school after the homecoming football game. I know I didn't start liking the rape but I didn't really actively fight it as much as I fought all the others. And this boy seemed to sense that. He rode me hard and deeply but it didn't seem like he was trying to hurt me; it seemed as though he needed to fuck (like all teenage boys) and he was willing to take it in a rape. But he wasn't doing anything more than trying to cum in me. He wasn't in any hurry, though, and his rape lasted a lot longer than I thought any teen could hold out from orgasm. He grunted every time his thighs hit my upturned butt cheeks and he looked as though he were enjoying this immensely. Then it ended. He was yelling and I was yelling. He blasted wave after wave of cum up my ass and I felt something akin to an orgasm myself, my pussy twitching and my asshole clinching and clutching at his cock. I don't know if anyone else noticed but I'm sure he did. He could see it in my eyes just as easily as I could see it in his. He held his cock in me long after it had finished ejaculating, pretending to still be in the throes of his orgasm. He brought his face down to mine and I couldn't help but turn my head. He was still just another rapist getting off fucking me even though we'd known it was more than that. When his face came down into my hair, he whispered in my ear. I couldn't hear him well and it was only as he was gently pulling his now limp prick from my ass that I made out what he said: "I'm sorry but that was very, very good for both of us, wasn't it?" Against everything in me, I nodded to him with my eyes when he'd come all the way out of me and the slight narrowing of his eyes confirmed that he got the message. But he looked down at the place he'd just raped like everyone else and became nothing more than like the rest. But I couldn't deny the strange thing that happened during that assault. It may have been the turning point, the place where I fell away from myself. I still don't really know. And now it was down to the last boy. I was so exhausted by now that I didn't even try to move my leg when he released it and moved to the back seat of the sedan. He plopped himself down on me and I felt his cock jammed in my pussy. This guy wasn't interested in looking at me while he got off. He just buried his face in my hair (right where the last boy had when he whispered to me) and slammed away. Nothing more than a male using a female body, he raped me with gusto, changing his pace from time to time as though he wanted to get the sensation of having multiple attacks. Thankfully, his penis (like all the other boys') wasn't large enough to cause pain and it was easy to take his mindless pumping. I did find myself resenting him for not even having the decency to see the woman he was raping while doing it. I know this is strange but I felt emotionally worse from that one boy than I did from all the others, including the black man. How dare he just fuck me like he's masturbating! I wanted to yell at him, telling him that he needed to see who he was hurting. But I couldn't even bring myself to move. The person holding my arms released them and I let them return to my sides. I didn't have any desire to hold this pig but I didn't have enough desire to fight him, either. I just lay there and took it, feeling the veins on his swollen prick as they passed between my lips. Sometime during the rape, I turned my head away from the boy on top of me and towards the seatback. I saw an arm casually hanging over the seat and looked up to the boy who had anal raped me. He was sitting where nobody but I could see his face. We again looked into each others eyes and, this time, even though he was licking his lips watching me get fucked, he smiled at me in a way that was comforting. I frowned at him and his smile faded a bit until I returned it briefly. I knew there were people watching my face as I felt the cock screwing my pussy and getting pleasure from it. So I made the smile look as much like a grimace as possible but he seemed to once again get the message. His smile returned brighter than ever and he nodded to me. I probably looked like I was nodding back since I was being pushed and pulled for the satisfaction of the boy inside me. Anyway, he stared into each other's eyes for the entire rest of the last boy's rape. And as the cum was once again pumped into my pussy, I felt myself blush but I didn't turn away from him. And while the boy grunted his sperm out and into the place where I'd been raped so much in the last few hours, the third boy blushed as well. I looked away from him reluctantly only when the last boy pushed down on me to use my chest to get up. I was thoroughly disgusted I know it showed on my face but the last punk just looked down at his handywork as it dribbled from my body. Nobody stopped me from sitting up and I glanced one last time at the third boy. Again strangely, we smiled at each other and he got out of the car. I sat on the soaked seat and faced forward, not trying to cover myself anymore. I didn't hear the boys leave; I didn't want to. But I did hear the giggles of the bitch as she climbed back into my beloved car and the big black bastard joined me in the sedan. Someone had closed the door again but I wouldn't have tried to run. Where would I go? And as we pulled back out onto the highway, I noticed it was considerably darker now. I was thankful it didn't show the mean bastard who had allowed me to me used so much, so crudely, the shame on my face. No, I wasn't ashamed that he had raped me or that I had been gang raped by the others. But I was ashamed that I was smiling as I remembered the smiling rapist even though I still had no idea where I was being taken, why I was being taken there, or what would eventually become of me. That smile sustained me while we drove off into the unknown.
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.
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