[Majorkjm]

Part 12

While out in the parking lot, Harrison had observed a hulking black male leaving one of the rooms, just a few doors down from the one he and Diana were in. Ordinarily, Harrison would not have been inclined to share his "treasure"� with anybody. However, he had already had the ultimate pleasure of taking her precious virginity, twice actually (if he included when he fucked her ass). So he decided that he would actually enjoy watching somebody else play with her for awhile.

With that thought in mind, he watched the man walking across the lot and he suddenly decided that this big, black bull would be a perfect "˜playmate' for Diana. After approaching him from the shadows, Harrison introduced himself as a "porn producer"� and told him he had an offer for him that he "couldn't refuse"�. Harrison didn't need to say much to get Tyrone's attention. The words "rough sex"� and "young, white, pussy"� were all he needed to hear. Now, fifteen minutes later, Harrison sat in the chair, watching from the corner, as Tyrone got ready for his "˜play date' with Diana.

Once Tyrone had Diana on her feet, he clasped his right hand around her throat. Then, lifting her partially off her feet he slammed her against the wall. As her back hit the wall with a thud, the force of the impact knocked the air out of her lungs. With Diana struggling and squirming against the wall, he pressed the phalange of his hand (the area between his thumb and index finger) against her windpipe. Then, as his huge black fingers partially encircled her neck, he looked into her terrified, bulging eyes with a menacing stare and said "You are a fine looking piece of tender, white meat."� Stroking the massive bulge in his crotch, through his sweat pants, Tyrone continued "I'll bet you like dark meat, don't you?"�

Diana tried to scream, "No!"� But the pressure he was applying to her throat gave her just barely enough air to keep from losing consciousness so she wasn't able to talk. She was only able to shake her head, side-to-side. Watching her reply to his question, Tyrone's facial expression grew more menacing as he pretended to be enraged. "You little slut! Did you tell me, no?"� he yelled. "Are you a racist? Do you hate black men?"� Diana, terrified that she had made him genuinely angry braced herself, as if she expected him to strike her. When the blow did not come, she shook her head rapidly and repeatedly, to indicate to him that she did not hate black men.

Smiling, sadistically, Tyrone asked "So you LIKE black men?" Diana's eyes were now rolling in her sockets and she was clearly struggling to maintain adequate air flow into her lungs. Diana, had no opinion one way or the other about black men, but apparently was just coherent enough to know that she needed to answer him. Quickly, she nodded her head, "yes!"� Still smiling, Tyrone asked again, to confirm her answer. "You do? You like black men?" Again, Diana nodded her head, more emphatically this time. Tyrone's facial expression softened somewhat, and he said "that good! I'd hate to play with someone who didn't like me."

Suddenly, Tyrone changed the subject and said "It almost breakfast time. Are you hungry?" Diana seemed confused by the sudden change in his demeanor and the nature of his question and quickly answered with a nod of her head. Still smiling, Tyrone said. "Good! Since you're hungry and you like black men, I've got a special treat for you."

Then, he unexpectedly released his grip from her throat. Suddenly, he grabbed her shoulder and forced her down towards the floor and used his other hand to yank down the front of his sweats. Then, with his massive black pole, protruding out towards the wall, he ordered "On your knees, bitch!"

As Diana was forced to her knees, she found herself staring at Tyrone's huge, black, uncircumcised cock, only inches from her face. Once she was on her knees, Tyrone grabbed a handful of her hair and twisted it, clockwise. As she shrieked in pain, he stared down into her eyes and said "Since you like black men, and you're hungry, I bet you'll love eating my black meat! Now, open up, little mama and eat your breakfast!"
Diana shrieked "NO! NOOOOOOOOO!" Then, with her hands free for the first time, she suddenly tried to push him away. In spite of her young firm, athletic frame, she was simply no match for a monster the size of Tyrone. Twisting her hair harder, Diana shrieked again. Then tilting her head to the side, he curled his fingers into a huge fist and placed it by her mouth, saying "Open your mouth you little white slut, or I'll pound your pretty face until its nothing but pulp!"

Tyrone had no intention of hurting her, he didn't need to, but she didn't know that. She was terrified of him and that was enough. He had created such a level of fear in her that she would do whatever he told her, without him needing to lay a hand on her, beyond a few tugs on her hair. "Open your mouth, whore! Your breakfast is getting cold!" Slowly Diana opened her mouth. As she kneeled in front of him, holding her mouth open, bracing herself for what she was sure would happen next, Tyrone said "Lick it! Put your tongue on it and lick it like a Popsicle. Show me how much you like black meat!" Tugging her hair again, just to encourage her, Diana slowly stuck out her tongue. As her tongue touched it, she quickly pulled it away and squinted her nose. Apparently, she didn't like the musty smell of his sweaty crotch.

"Lick it, slut! Lick it or you'll get to eat my fist!" Reluctantly, she put her tongue back on his cock. Then, slowly, she ran her tongue along its length. As she did, Tyrone continued to order her to lick it in just the right way. As Diana's tongue coated it with her saliva, Tyrone's shaft grew stiffer and thicker (which seemed impossible). Then, continuing to twist her hair, and moving his fist by her face again (just as a reminder), Tyrone demanded "Tell me how much you like black cock. Tell me that you want to eat it!" Diana remained silent, but continued to lick his cock. Rubbing the knuckles of his fist lightly against her chin, allowing her to appreciate the size of his fist compared to her jaw, Tyrone yelled "Do it! Do what I tell you, you little white bitch!"

"Do you like my black cock?" Slowly, but not sincerely, Diana whispered "Y-y-yes!" Tyrone yelled back "Yes, what?" Still whispering, Diana replied "Yes! Yes! I like your b-b-black cock!" Enjoying the emotional torment he was inflicting on her, he said "Louder! LOUDER!" Reluctantly, Diana complied. "I like it! I like your black c-c-cock!" Smiling a victorious grin, Tyrone said "It tastes good, doesn't it" You want to eat it, don't you?"

As she continued to slobber his cock with her spit, Diana was continually reminded by Tyrone of the presence of his fist against her chin. "Does it taste good, whore?" Tyrone asked again. Pausing, briefly, Diana quietly answered "Yes! Y-y-yes! Your cock tastes so good! I want to eat it! F-F-Feed me your cock!"

Holding her head firmly with both hands now, Tyrone taunted her and said "Didn't your momma teach you no manners, bitch! Say please!" As tears started pouring down her cheeks again, Diana began to whimper. Quietly, she whispered "Please feed me your cock!" Laughing Tyrone said "I can't hear you with that little girl, voice! Say it louder so I know what you want, bitch"

Finally, Diana followed his instructions and cried out "Please feed me y-y-y-your cock! I want to eat your b-b-black cock!" Holding her head firmly, Tyrone yelled, "That better!" Then thrusting forward, he pushed his cock deep into Diana's mouth in one mighty thrust. As the huge diameter of his organ stretched her mouth open, bulging her cheeks, it rammed past her tonsils and into her throat.

Immediately Diana started to gag and choke! As his balls slammed against her chin. her eyes rolled back into her head and she began to hyperventilate. As she choked and struggled to catch her breath, Tyrone suddenly, with no warning, exploded into her throat and sent his sperm cascading down into her belly.

As he withdrew from her mouth she began to wretch and was close to vomiting. Suddenly he covered her mouth with his hand and said "Don't you throw up, bitch! I want you to eat all of your breakfast!" As Tyrone continued to hold her mouth shut forcing her to swallow, she gagged some of his sperm back up into her mouth. Then as Tyrone forced her to gulp it back down, Diana gagged several more times. Then she suddenly gasped, collapsed into a heap on the floor and passed out.





Lifting Diana off the floor, Tyrone carried her across the room. As her body hung limp in his arms, she slowly regained consciousness and let out a quiet moan. As he dropped her on the bed, the impact jarred her fully conscious and her eyes opened with a start.

Standing over her, Tyrone smiled and quickly stripped out of his sweats. As his cock, still wet with her saliva, hung down from between his legs he stroked himself until it slowly began to stiffen again. Lying on her back, Diana stared up at him with a blurry-eyed stare. Her eyes seemed to be focusing on his cock, which (due to her lack of sexual experience) was not terribly surprising. Until that night, it was unlikely that she had seen very many cocks and Tyrone's large black package (especially being uncircumcised) had to look far different than what she had seen in health class textbooks. The look on her face made that quite clear.

Still stroking himself, Tyrone moved closer to Diana and interrupted her attempt to sit up by shoving her down onto her back. Still staring up at him, her look of fear seemed to grow more intense. Suddenly, she raised her left foot and tried to kick him. Neither Harrison nor Tyrone expected it, but Tyrone was lightening fast and easily blocked it, causing her foot to sail well wide of her intended target.

As her foot (still brandishing her four-inch heel) shot past his thigh, Tyrone reached out with his huge hand and grabbed a firm hold of her ankle. Then, holding her foot firmly in his right hand, he pinned her ankle against his hip and laughed at her as she tried to pull her left foot away from him, while simultaneously trying to kick him with her right and screaming at him to let her go.

Harrison watched from the corner as Diana, (who seemed to have suddenly regained some of her spunk) tried to fight against Tyrone. Harrison smiled as he realized how unfair a fight it was and how futile her attempts to resist seemed. As she continued to kick at him with her right foot, Tyrone continued to hold a firm grasp on her left, as he bobbed and weaved, (like a heavyweight boxer, intentionally toying with a far weaker opponent) and taunted her as she flailed her foot at him.

As Diana continued to try to fight him off, it quickly became obvious that the fight wouldn't last long. Even on her best day, Diana (in spite of her youth, athletic body and her normally confident spirit) would be no match for Tyrone. But on this night (between the lingering effects of the rohypnol, her lack of sleep and the physical exhaustion the earlier rape had caused) this particular battle was a mismatch of epic proportions.

While Tyrone maintained almost effortless control of her left leg, Diana continued to blindly flail her right one in his direction, missing him every time, and pleading (in her hoarse voice) "Let me go! Please let me go!"� As the one-sided battle continued, Tyrone mocked her and said "Look at the little white bitch, trying to fight off "˜ol Tyrone! Ooh!"� he said, smiling and feigning fear "I'm scared. Don't hurt me!"�

As she continued to kick at him, the ferocity of her kicks grew less and less. As her the kicks quickly began to grow more infrequent, and she was starting to breath hard, it was obvious that she was getting tired. Harrison could tell from his vantage point that she didn't have much fight left. Tyrone noticed too and said "You should save your strength! Tyrone likes his bitches to have a little fight in them."�

Suddenly, Diana groaned and threw one last feeble kick toward his groin. Like the others, it missed its mark by a mile, causing her foot to drop over the edge of the mattress. As her leg dropped down onto the mattress, the lower half hung limp over the side of the bed and Tyrone moved in.

Letting go of her left foot, he quickly reached towards he waist of her dress slacks and opened her belt. Yanking the thin patent leather belt, out of the belt loops he deposited it on the bed and proceeded to focus his attention on her slacks. With minimal effort on his part and no resistance from Diana, he opened the front of her expensive pants and yanked them down to her ankles.

Looking at her panties, still wet with saliva from when Harrison had made her use them as a gag, Tyrone assumed they were wet for other reasons and commented "Looks like the little whore is already wet and ready for Tyrone's licorice stick! I was gonna chow down on your tight little white twat. But,"� Tyrone continued "it looks like you're ready for business, bitch."�

Looking over his shoulder at Harrison he smiled and said, "Mr. Producer, you better get that camera ready. We're gonna do this scene in one take!"� As Diana lay on the bed, too exhausted to fight anymore, there was little she could do to keep him from doing whatever he intended to do to her. Suddenly, moving his fingers to the lacey waistband of her wet panties, he slipped his fingers inside and ripped them from her body. Tossing what was left of the satin panties onto the floor he looked at her small dark muff and smiled. Then, with her slacks around her ankles, draped down onto the floor, he positioned himself between her thighs and ripped open the three remaining buttons on her blouse. As the buttons flew off and the safety pins that held the bottom together tore away from the fabric, they ripped holes in the expensive silk.

With her blouse draped open on the bed, her bra served as the last remaining piece of clothing that was capable of protecting any of her remaining dignity. The straps that Harrison had torn earlier in the evening had been tied in knots to secure the straps to her shoulders. Slipping his fingers into her cleavage, he tugged on it and tore it off her with minimal effort.

Smiling at her, Tyrone rubbed the head of his massive cock through her dark fur patch and pressed it against her opening. As she felt his cock touch her, she shifted her gaze down between her legs and stared at his massive tool. As she looked at it her look of fear had changed to one of complete terror, she began to whimper and the tears again began to flow. Then, closing her eyes, she quietly pleaded for her dad to come and save her then, clutching her crucifix, she prayed to God to not let him hurt her.

In the middle of her prayer, Tyrone pushed forward until the 'helmet' of his 'dark soldier' was just touching her opening. As he rubbed it against her tight slit, Diana immediately shrieked "No! Please don't!" Then, reluctantly she said, I-I-I'll suck it some more". Smiling at her, with a big toothy grin, "That sounds good, but, since you like eating black dick so much, I bet you like getting fucked by it, even more' don't you?" Then, pushing only about an inch into her tight little slit, he slowly parted the opening of her cunt with the head of his cock and held it there.

Diana immediately shrieked. "No! No! Stop! Please........stop!" But he just pushed further, stopping every inch or so, to allow her tightness to close around his shaft. As her young pussy clamped onto his cock, he pushed again and again, stopping each time and pausing for several seconds. Finally, once he had fully penetrated her, he pushed against her battered cervix and held his cock against it as she grimaced, in anticipation of the pain she expected him to inflict on her, she pleaded with him in a pathetic whimper "Don't hurt me! Please, don't hurt me!"

"What's the matter, bitch? You don't like it rough?" Diana closed her eyes and sniffed back tears as she shook her head, side-to-side, indicating a definite "No!" Taunting her more, as Harrison continued to man the video camera; he said "All Tyrone's little honeys love it when Tyrone shows them who's the boss! They love getting slammed by Tyrone's 'magic wand', especially them white whores!"

Still holding his cock fully inside her, he said "You'll like this better than any of those skinny-decked white boys that want to get into your sweet pussy!" As her tight little opening (still sore from the abuse she had taken from Harrison) stretched to accommodate his massive dick, her pelvic muscles strained as her fuck tunnel held him like a vise inside her. "Beg for my dick, bitch!" he said. "Tell me how much you love getting fucked by black cock!" Diana groaned and screamed "No! No!"

Pushing harder against her cervix, Diana gasped and cried out "Stop! Oh please stop! It hurts! It hurts!"� Pressing his hands against her shoulders, pinning her to the mattress, Tyrone said "You want this don't you bitch?"� Diana closed her eyes and shrieked "No!"� Suddenly shaking her and bouncing her head against the mattress, Tyrone yelled "Don't lie bitch! You want my black cock fucking you and you know it. Now beg, whore!"� Again, Diana refused and yelled "No!"�

Suddenly, without warning, Tyrone withdrew his dick slightly and slammed it into her cervix, yelling "Take it, bitch! Take my fucking cock!"� Screaming, Diana wailed, "STOP! IT HURTS! IT HURTS!"� Stopping immediately, Tyrone grinned a big toothy grin and asked "Don't like it rough, huh bitch? Okay,"� he continued "Beg for my dick and I'll go easy on you. Otherwise, I'll ram it all the way through the back of your sweet white cunt!"�

As Tyrone moved to her breasts, pawing at them with huge, dark hands, he pushed his cock into her once again and said "Beg for my black dick, bitch!" Again, withdrawing slightly, Tyrone prepared to slam it back into her depths a third time and continued "Beg for it, or you'll get hurt!"�

No longer able to endure the pain of Tyrone's cock ramming into her cervix Diana, apparently fearing she would be ripped in two if she didn't submit, began to sob hysterically. Finally, after what seemed like hours, but what was only about a minute, Diana's crying subsided and she quietly closed her eyes. Then, whimpering and tensing her body for what she knew was about to happen, she stammered, "F-f-f-fuck me! F-fuck me!"�

"Shit!"� Tyrone mocked. "I can't hear ya' bitch! What did you say?"� Slowly repeating herself, a little louder, she said "Fuck me! I want you to f-f-fuck me!"� Clearly it pained Diana to say the words, and she could barely keep from crying as she said them, but somehow she struggled through.

"That's better, bitch!"� Tyrone said. Then, as he slowly began to pump his cock up an down inside her, he grabbed a handful of her silky hair and said "Say it again and don't stop till I tell you too, you fuckin' white whore!"� Having lost all ability to resist Tyrone's demands Diana, reluctantly, complied. As her firm young body bounced up and down under the rhythmic thrusts of Tyrone's pounding hips, and tears streamed down her face, her agonizing moans of "Fuck me! Fuck me!"� filled the room. As she shrieked, over and over, Harrison captured it all on the digital video camera.





Slowly and deliberately Tyrone pumped his cock, up and down, inside Diana's tight hole. With each downward thrust he rotated his hips in a circular motion, causing his shaft to penetrate her in a way that resembled a large auger, drilling down into the soft earth. As his rotating movements stretched her opening, Diana groaned in obvious discomfort.

Suddenly the muscles along the wall of her vagina went into a trauma induced spasm, causing her already tight twat to clamp down on Tyrone's cock. As the spasms closed of off her tunnel, Tyrone suddenly found penetration to become progressively more difficult. "Shit, bitch!"� he groaned. "Your little cunt doesn't want to let go of my dick! It must really like having black cock inside it!"�

To counter the, suddenly increased, tightness of Diana's cunt and to counter the effects of the muscle spasms within her, Tyrone pushed harder, which caused Diana more discomfort. As she groaned in pain, Tyrone collapsed on top of her and used his weight to force the head of his cock past the tightly contracted walls of her sweet, young pussy. As the involuntary spasms continued to rage deep inside her pussy, Tyrone grunted and groaned on top of her as each muscle contraction required him to push, with each stroke, to overcome her cunt's attempt to close itself off to him.

As Diana lurched violently beneath him, his weight driving her body down into the mattress, she emitted agonizing groans from deep in her lungs and pleaded desperately for him to "stop!"� As his pounding dick continued to move in and out of the center of her small, furry muff (disappearing and reappearing, like it was playing peek-a-boo) Tyrone, still holding a handful of her hair, twisted it hard until she shrieked. Then he asked, "You love getting fucked by black cock don't you, whore!"� Diana cried out in response "No! No! Please stop!"� As he yanked her hair harder, almost to the point of ripping the handful from her scalp, Diana screamed louder, "STOP! STOOOOOOOOP!"�

Meanwhile, Harrison continued to enjoy his fictitious role as "˜porn producer' and continued to record the activities on the video camera. As he worked to record every graphic detail of Diana's rape, his attention was suddenly directed to the vibration of Diana's cell phone that was still concealed in his pants pocket.

Pressing the pause button on the camera, he lowered it in his left hand and removed the cell phone from his pocket, with his right. Looking down at the call screen, he immediately recognized the number as the same one that had been calling her phone and leaving voicemails, most of the night. It was her parents! As the phone continued to vibrate in his hand, Harrison saw it was after 6:00 AM and he considered allowing the phone to send her parents to voicemail, yet again. However, as he watched the "˜game' that Tyrone was playing with Diana and listened to what he was saying to her he could tell that it was quickly entering a new phase; a phase that he wanted desperately to share with Diana's mom and dad. In light of that, he decided to answer it.

Quickly raising the video camera, he reactivated the "˜record' mode. Then, as he resumed recording the action on the bed, he quickly flipped open the cell phone with his other hand, before it stopped ringing, and connected the call. Holding the phone to his ear, Harrison heard the familiar voice of Diana's father and listened in silence as he said "Hello?"� Getting no answer, her father again said "Hello? Hello Diana, can you hear me?"�

Walking to the bed, Harrison smiled an evil grin as he surreptitiously laid the phone on the mattress, about three feet away from where Diana was being fucked. Then leaving the call connected he stepped away from the bed and turned his attention back to the video camera. Neither Tyrone nor Diana had noticed Harrison approach the bed as they were far too busy with other activities, and were unaware of the presence of the connected cell phone, only a few feet away.

As Tyrone continued to pull Diana's hair, inflicting more pain on her, he repeated his previous question, more forcefully this time but with a quieter and more intense tone "I said"¦you love my black cock, don't you...bitch?"� Slowly, Diana groaned "Y-y-yes I love it!"� Not satisfied with her answer, Tyrone asked for clarification "What do you love? Tell me what you love, white bitch!"� Pausing to catch her breath, Diana cried out, I love your c-c-cock! I love your b-b-b-big black cock!"� Smiling, Tyrone kept pounding into her and between grunts demanded, "Say it again, bitch! Say it louder!"�

Reluctantly, Diana stammered as she told him what he demanded to hear "I love black cock! I love it s-s-s-so much! I love getting f-f-fucked by your big, black cock!"� Letting go of her hair, Tyrone let her head drop back down onto the mattress as he said "That's a good little bitch! Never met me a white whore yet who didn't love Tyrone's meat!"�

Then, as he neared orgasm he unexpectedly withdrew from inside her. As her cunt released its hold on him with a sound that resembled a suction cup, Diana let out a gasp of relief. Then, positioning his cock over her stomach, he closed his right hand around it and stroked himself until his hot seed spewed out. As his thick stream blasted out the end of his cock, Tyrone carefully aimed his load and directed it onto her stomach and across her sweet tits. Continuing to pump his shaft, he used his other hand to rub his cum all over her stomach and covered her breasts with it like creamy white glaze. After coating virtually every inch of her torso with his 'man milk', he stepped away from the bed and left her lying there, whimpering.

Pausing the camera, Harrison moved back towards the bed and quickly reached for Diana's cell phone. Checking the call screen, Harrison couldn't believe it. The call was still connected! Which meant her parents had heard everything that had transpired since Harrison answerd the phone. He was tempted to listen to hear the reaction from her parents on the other end. But instead, he simply flipped the phone shut, disconnected the call and stuffed the phone back in his pocket, with a sadistic smile.

The next parts will be coming soon.... At the mean time, please leave some comments here to tell me what you think about the story and the photos of that girl that Diana was based on.