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The Bus Stop in Hell


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Story codes: IR, ff, Gang Rape, Best., Hum

To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my
previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you.


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

We had gotten directions from the internet and we knew which
buses to take, but not where to get off. When we got on the bus
we asked the driver if he would tell us where our stop was and he
smiled and said, "Sure thing little lady, it would be my
pleasure."

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

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

We were both uncomfortable anyway, because we were the only white
people on the bus. But we tried to act like everything was
normal. We got some funny looks from the other passengers. I
guess a lot of white girls didn't ride the bus.

Karin and I were talking quietly when the bus came to a stop and
the driver called out, "Ladies, this is your stop."

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

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

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

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

Karin and I didn't know what to do. We obviously couldn't stay
here and wait for the next bus. This was a dangerous part of town
for two young white girls to be standing around in.

But we didn't know which way to go; everywhere we looked it
looked like some kind of war zone, for as far as we could see in
every direction. 

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

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

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

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

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

The boy, who seemed to be in his early twenties now that I took a
closer look at him, came closer and put his arm around my
shoulder and said, "Don't be silly girl, you can't stand around
here. This is a bad neighborhood. A couple of pretty white girls
like you are just asking for trouble hanging around here. You
better come with me and let me set you straight."

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

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

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

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

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

When we were half way down the alley we were pulled in through a
dingy, steel door and into a large room. Inside there were tables
and chairs and old sofas that had obviously been rescued from the
garbage. And there was a large group of people. 

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

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

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

Karin and I were taken to a large, overstuffed chair that sat
along the far wall and we were left standing in front of the man
that was sitting there drinking a beer and looking us over. The
boys that had brought us in with their arms around us had
released us and stepped back. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The leader held his hand up and the boys stepped back again. But
then he said, "Hold on girls. Some of my boys can't see. He
nodded at his gang members again and we were both manhandled up
onto a couple of nearby sturdy tables, but not without a great
deal of rough groping.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I could feel the eyes of the large crowd of rough boys and men as
they burned holes in my naked body.  But I just stood there now,
with my hands at my side and waited. I was in no hurry to move on
to the next stage of this horrible gang rape.

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

I had been touched by a man for the first time; it was not going
to be the last time today.

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

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

I whispered, "I am."

Karin just shook her head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I felt him lift his hips under me several times and then he
squeezed my breasts so hard that I thought he was going to damage
them, and then I realized that he was having an orgasm, filling
my freshly raped vagina with his slimy ejaculate. 

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

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

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

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

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

I cried out in pain, and that brought a smile to his cruel
features. He reached down and grabbed my thighs and pulled my
legs up to his shoulders and started brutally driving into me,
causing me to grunt loudly with each stroke. And now the hands
began to move over my breasts. They were not gentle. They
squeezed and twisted and pulled and seemed determined to cause me
pain. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The little boy on top of me sped up, as hard as that was to
believe, and I felt him add his semen to the river of it that had
already been deposited in my body. I watched as he got off of me
and several of his friends clapped him on the back and
congratulated him. I gathered that I had been his first. I didn't
know if that was first rape, or just his first time having sex.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I wet the cloth I had been given and scrubbed my sore vagina, the
insides of my legs all the way to my ankles, and finally my butt.
And still, as I scrubbed at the gross mess, the audience stared
and made disgusting comments. Everything that Karin and I did
seemed to amuse them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I sighed and said, "I think I understand."

"Show me," he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just like the first round, the boys that weren't having sex with
me were torturing my already sore breasts. I was sure that if I
lived through the night, my breasts would be black and blue. They
were terribly swollen. And now that my pussy was not being used
they explored it. Especially the younger boys, they pulled at it
and twisted and teased my flesh without mercy.

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

I was totally helpless now. And one black cock after another was
forced down my throat. My throat felt like it was on fire, but
after a while I realized that at least this way, most of the men
came with their cocks buried in my throat and I didn't taste
anything, or have to swallow anything. It hurt like hell, but
there was an advantage.
Eventually, Karin was secured to her table and some of the men
moved over to line up for her. But it still seemed like a
majority of them were waiting to use my mouth. After a while, the
ones that were a more average size weren't that hard to take. But
every once in a while some man with a very fat cock would step up
and fill my mouth with his meat and, after struggling for a
while, they always managed to get it down my throat.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I heard noises from the other table that let me know that Karin
was being put to the same use that I was. As usual though, it
seemed to me that I got the worst of it. There were seven women,
and I ended up eating out four of them. But that was okay, I was
in no hurry to finish and have all of these gangsters that were
lined up to fuck my ass be turned loose on me. 

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

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

I saw the camera getting close ups. I knew what they wanted, and
I figured that it had to be easier than what I had already done.
And I was right. Eating out Karin was much more pleasant than
eating out those four black whores had been. Karin was returning
the favor and, though I didn't have an orgasm, it felt very nice.
That was the closest I came all day to having an orgasm. They
were probably disappointed with our lack of reaction, but after
all that had happened to us today, this was nothing. I was
actually relieved when I saw Karin's pussy. It was red and
swollen, but it did not appear to be all stretched out and ruined
by all of the rough sex we had just been subjected to. So I could
hope that mine probably wasn't either.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was unbearable, I was sure that he must have torn me. I just
knew that I was going to bleed to death on this table in the
ghetto. And he just kept plunging in and out, as brutally as he
could.

To make matters worse, he had already fucked Karin, in the pussy
and the mouth. It took this animal a very long time to cum in my
ass. For the first few minutes I screamed with every stroke.
Finally I couldn't scream any more. I lay there with my eyes
staring blankly and grunted in pain as he reamed my ass out. But
I wasn't all that relieved when he grabbed me hard and, after
jack hammering into me for a minute longer, he filled my ass with
cum. Because I knew that that was just one rape down, it was only
the beginning of a long line of brutal black men and boys that
were going to rape my ass.

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

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


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

Finally it was over. As Karin and I were lying on the table and
getting cleaned by two of the black girls, I noticed the door
open again and saw that it was dark outside. Karin and I had been
getting fucked in all three holes by close to fifty men for
almost the entire day now. Surely they would have to let us go
now. They couldn't have any more cum left in them to defile us
with.

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

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

As soon as I realized that they were not going to let us go I
started to panic all over again. Karin dropped to her knees; she
too had realized the implication of the collar. She covered her
face and sobbed hysterically.

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

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

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

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

He was leering at us and I saw Karin looking at him. I prayed
that she didn't recognize him. Because I was afraid that she
would blurt something out and then they would have to kill us. 

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

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

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

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

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

Although most of the gang had apparently gone home for the night,
the remaining twelve members were apparently going to spend the
night. Karin and I were exhausted and we drifted off to sleep for
a little while every now and then. But as much as possible we
kept our eyes on the crowd of young rapists.

Sometime, early in the morning, Karin shook me awake and held her
finger to her lips to tell me to be quiet. She leaned down and
whispered in my ear, "They are all asleep now. Let's get the hell
out of here!"

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

Then we walked softly on bare feet to the metal outer door. Karin
turned the knob as quietly as possible, and slowly pushed it
open. We slipped out and probably got ten feet before a car,
which was parked near the door, turned its headlights on us,
causing Karin to scream in fright. We turned the other way and
started to run, but there was another car parked at the other end
of the alley and whoever was inside turned the headlights on and
we stopped. Both ends of the alley were blocked, there was no
place else to go.

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

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

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

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

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

Then he got in the car and started it up and started driving! It
was just getting light out and we passed a few cars on the city
streets as he drove around with us naked on his car. But he
didn't seem to care. He finally parked in front of a small shop.
It wasn't open yet, but it wasn't boarded up either. 

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

It occurred to me that Karin and I might never get out of here,
certainly not alive. 

The driver of the car and his passenger got out and went inside
the building, leaving us on display like a couple of freshly
bagged bucks. I started crying at how hopeless our situation
seemed. But it started to get worse. 

Soon, people started walking by on the sidewalk. Some glanced at
us nervously and kept on walking. I called out to a couple of
them, the women, and begged for help. But they just kept on
walking. Some of the men seemed uncomfortable too; they glanced
at us and hurried past.

But more than a few of them stopped to look at us, or explore our
bodies with their hands. And twice a man walked up to me and
pulled out his cock and raped me, right there on the street. I
could tell from the sounds coming from the front of the car that
the same thing was happening to Karin.

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

After a moment he asked, "I heard you were trying to sneak out,
aren't you enjoying our hospitality? Did you want to go outside
and play?"

I didn't bother to answer. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

The disgusting comments got worse, but I just crouched there on
my knees and waited for it to end. After the dog had filled me
with his spend he continued to hold me between his strong
forelegs, letting his seed do its work I suppose. I was
distracted though, when the dog's owner stepped up to my head and
grabbed my hair and pulled my face up to his long, black cock. 

He forced it into my mouth and brutally fucked my throat,
ignoring the growls of his dog that didn't want to share his new
bitch. He came quickly, pulling out just far enough to permit his
cum to fill my mouth instead of sliding down my throat. Then he
pulled out of my mouth and watched me swallow while he put his
clothing back together.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The man was now working on Karin, making her nipples hard and she
was crying and pleading with him to stop. He totally ignored her.
She was not as lucky as I, she screamed loudly through every
piercing. But finally it was over. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then we were each handed a nearly transparent thong and ordered
to put that on. Finally we were given a small leather vest that
was held together by a chain across the front. The gap in the
front of the vest was so large that it was impossible to cover
both nipples at the same time. But after the last two days, that
didn't seem as important anymore. 

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

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

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

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

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

I smiled wryly, and said, "You know what I mean. I couldn't take
it if you flipped out."

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

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

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

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

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

She reached out and took my hand and squeezed. Then she said,
"You know they have something in mind for us tonight. They didn't
dress us up like this and let us get some rest for nothing. And
you know it won't be pleasant. Nothing they think of is."

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

Karin shrugged again and said, "We shall see."

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

Karin looked around and said, "The bus driver."

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

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

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


Karin shrugged and that was the end of our conversation.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I looked at him blankly for a moment, and then I knew what he was
talking about, when they made us have sex together. Vik yelled
into my ear, "I want you to go to that stage over there," and he
pointed to the stage in front of the table where several of the
people that he had talked to were sitting, "and I want you to
dance for one song. Then I want you two to get down on the floor
and get it on. And it better be good, you don't want to piss me
off. Got it?"

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

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

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

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

I had done this with her before, of course, but for some reason,
this time it was getting to me. I was doing my best to pleasure
her at the same time, but I started having trouble concentrating
and soon I was having a very vocal orgasm. As soon as I came back
down I returned to eating her and I felt her having one too. I
hoped that hers was real too. 

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

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

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

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

While the men were molesting us another dancer came up on the
stage and as she danced, Karin and I were pushed to our knees and
we found ourselves sucking off the men who we had been given to.
And when they had finished filling our mouths with cum, we were
handed around the table to the other six men. But after what had
already happened to us, being forced to suck off eight more black
men was a walk in the park.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I whispered to Karin, "Karin, you have to be strong, you can't
freak now. Trust me; it isn't as bad as it looks."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Of course, dating is pretty much out of the question for us.
Every boy that knows us knows about what happened. Well, maybe
not everything, but enough. They know that we were gang raped for
three days by fifty black men, men and boys. And we still have
those tattoos.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What happened Karin?" I asked for a second time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She saw his reaction and she smiled, and then she remembered the
tattoo! And she had smiled even wider. 

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

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

He smiled and said, "Show me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The son said, "Come on dad, it will do you some good. And she
wasn't kidding, she really does like it, you should have heard
her!"

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

They all shook their heads; it was obvious that they didn't.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I knew one reason. Our parents didn't know about them. We had not
had the nerve to tell them, and there had been no reason for
anyone else to tell them. Our parents had not attended the trials
where they had been brought out. They had gone with us when we
had to testify, but they had not been able to deal with the
events of those three days and when ever we had to testify they
had waited in a private room that the DA had provided for them.
They didn't actually know any of the details from those three
days, except for the very broadest overview. They couldn't handle
it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We didn't talk for a minute or two. Then I asked, "What about
love?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you thinking about it?" she asked.

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

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

I chuckled and said, "Yes, guys do seem to find that interesting,
don't they?"

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

"What time?" I asked again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Terry and Beta were sophomores at the local city college.

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

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

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

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

They all indicated that they had not.

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

They all seemed to think that was a great idea.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then I started working up and down on it and it felt even better.
He was watching my tits bounce as I moved, and I loved the look
in his eyes as he watched me. I felt a light touch on my
shoulders and Karin was beside me and she leaned forward and
started kissing him and running her hand over his chest and his
stomach. I thought it looked sexy as hell. I just hoped that she
didn't make him cum too fast. She didn't. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I had some serious loves in the four years of college, but no
engagements. And I had no desire to go to school for one more
minute after graduation. I was not the scholar that Karin is.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He looked hurt, but he got over it. 

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

But like I said, he was a smart man. He understood, after what
had happened to me, that my parents might have a problem with me
marrying a black man.

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

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

The End

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