Codes: MMM+F, F+F, nc, rape, oral, anal, viol, humil, tort, femdom, drugs, racism
“So where we going right now?”
Del couldn't his eyes off Taylor's naked body, lying in the fetal position with her arms cuffed behind her. Duke mockingly snorted “eyes front, driver!” as the limo began to slow. “We have to get to the park quick, or Fat will fuck us up.” Taylor's wet blue eyes met Duke's cold gaze, and he sneered “Sit her up, bro.”
Mex groaned “Oh, yeah” as he grabbed Taylor's slim shoulders and yanked her upright to a sitting position, then positioned her between his knees, facing Duke. Mex laid his still firm cock just below her ear, running it across the porcelain skin of her neck. He wrapped a fistful of her hair around it, humming in satisfaction as the silken locks stroked his rod.
Duke refilled the crack pipe, his glare piercing into Taylor's vacant horror. “Lissen up, bitch,” he growled. “You are going to smoke this, or I will rip every one of your toenails off. What's it gonna be?”
Taylor was in an agonized daze. She realized these people were really going to hurt her, and she knew the only way to lessen that was to do what she was told. She swallowed hard, glimmering drool and cum from her chin dripping across her sweat-speckled tits. “I'll smoke the pipe-” she whispered, before Duke slapped her hard on the tits. She bucked and made an agonized yelp.
“Cunt, you say 'I wanna suck some pipe, master'. In fact, you gonna call everyone master or mistress, right, you blue-eyed bitch? Now, say it, and said it loud and clear.”
“Master..I want to suck some pipe, master...' Taylor bowed her head in shame but Mex roughly grabbed her ears and held her in place. She cried out at the sudden shock of pain. Duke thrust the pipe firmly between her pink lips, the hot glass burning them. Her screams from the searing heat were muffled as Mex – releasing her ears – pinched her nose and clamped her jaw shut. With a flick of his lighter Duke sparked the pipe and Taylor inhaled deeply.
Once again her brain exploded, only this time it was far worse. Everything around her seemed to glow with a fierce intensity. Mex and Duke looked utterly demonic and a deep terror squeezed her stomach so tight was thought she was about to puke. The fire between her legs felt like it was spreading right up her body. As the men laughed she convulsed in choking coughs.
She was forced to take two more hits, and the drug almost overwhelmed her. Everything seemed unreal, like she had suddenly fallen into a nightmare world. All Taylor's reeling mind could grasp was that she would do anything to make the pain stop.
The limo cruised to sudden but smooth stop. “We're here, said Del, looking back over the seat to see Taylor's forced cracksmoking. “Fat's car is up ahead”.
Duke grunted “Good, park up by him. He nodded towards Mex. “Take one arm, I got the other, get her over to him. And for fuck's sake, no-one call him Fat. It's Fat Cat, ok?”
Even in her drugged, defiled daze Taylor recognized the name. Fat Cat was a rap and R&B producer – a millionaire – would launched a number of his mistresses into a musical career. One of them had been trounced by Taylor in the last music awards, winning everything ahead of Fat's protegee. In a weird kind of clarity she wondered if he had been behind all this.
The limo finally stopped and Mex opened the door. The cool air that came rushing in chilled the sparkling sweat on Taylor's taunt, defiled body. She shuddered at the cold as Duke took her elbows and forced her out the door.
Her feet – still clad in silver heels – clattered against hard concrete. Racked with the intensity of a crack rush she gazed about her in a detached daze. A blearing streetlight and the headlights of two cars were the only illumination. There was the limo she came in and another one, twith a chalk white paintjob. It seemed to her like some car of kind park in industrial L.A. Somewhere in the distance she could see the lights of the city twinkle. It seemed to her a distant place now, lost like her virginity and her dreams.
Duke and Mex both manhandled her across the concrete waste over to two figures standing in front of the white limo. Taylor saw that one was Fat Cat himself, wearing a thick fur coat that ran to the ground, and a pair of red tinted sunglasses despite the darkness. He was smoking a fat, rancid cigar. Beside him she dully registered a woman called Queen Extreme, a rapper and former porn actress from Fat's stable. She wore only a tight black leather bikini, with a pair of glossy fuck-me boots and a heavy series of jeweled necklaces. Sneering at the sight of the obviously brutalized girl, Queen said “Present this slut to her master, I wanna hear her beg.”
With a sharp kick to her ass Taylor was bought sharply to her knees. She felt the hard cruel concrete cold against her long legs. Fat stroked her hair gently as she flinched, her pain-filled blue eyes looking up at him in utter submission. “What's this cracker cunt like as a fuck, nigguhs?”
Both Duke and Mex looked at each other. “Best ass I ever seen on a white girl,” said Duke with quick puffs on his pipe. “Sucks the cock like a natural, too.”
With a soft flick of his thumb Fat brushed away a crystal tear that rolled down Taylor's round, ruddy cheek. “How bout you Mex?” With a baying laugh, Mex replied “She's a tight long-legged screamer, just how I like them.”
Del – frustrated that as a junior thug he wouldn't be getting any – sniffed from his seat in the limo. “Pfft, she's fat too fucking skinny. White pussy never got any meat round it.”
“Yeah, well, bro.” noted Fat wryly, “that's why you're the fucking driver.” He pulled aside his luxurious coat to reveal he was naked beneath. Even through she was lost in a haze Taylor still felt the full shock of revulsion at seeing a ten-inch black cock hovering before her. But she was broken and helpless to resist as Fat firmly slid his rape rod into her soft gaping wet mouth.
The night was silent except for Taylor's choked gagging and Fat hissing every foul name he could think of to her face. Her eyes were shut tight but the disgust of being orally raped just became even more brutal for the wretched girl. She knew her only hope was to make him cum as quickly as possible, so she ran her little pink tongue around the tip of Fat's swollen cock.
:”Uuuuhhhhhawwfuck,” groaned Fat. It was one thing to get your dick polished, he thought – it was another thing entirely when a rich white 19-year-old girl was doing it. “Only one thing your mouth good for, gurl,” he spat, “Won't be robbing my bitches of their riches now – nothing but cock and pain for this cracker cunt, fuck yeah.”.
Suddenly he grabbed Taylor's hair with one hand and pulled her to her feet as she screeched.. “Lubed me up good, be a shame to waste it”. Firmly gripping her shoulders, he spun her around to admire her back view. “Great ass alright,” agreed Fat. “This a dancer's ass, this is. Real surprise on this prissy bitch. Still, she's gonna learn.” He threw her face-down across the hood of the black limo, her terrified face now staring straight at Del. “Get a look at this nigguh, see how a white girl takes it up the shitter.”
“OOOOOHHHHHHHGGGGAAAAAAWWDDDDDDDD!” Taylor screamed so loud she felt her lungs and throat shred. Being sodomized was her utter worst nightmare – even in her current state of total debasement she could not even bear the thought. “NOT THAT! NOT THAT! I'M BEGGING YOU I'LL SUCK YOU OFF REALLY GOOD YOU CAN FUCK MY PUSSY BUT PLEASE NOT THATTTTTTTT-”
Queen laughed wickedly. “Listen to that white bitch, she's gagging for it.” She smiled across at Fat. “I wanna hear her scream loud, daddy. Make her scream.”
Fat took a tight, painful grip around Taylor's lithe hips. Groping with claw-like fingers he felt her ass, smooth and round and virgin. He pried the two firm ivory buttcheeks apart as Taylor wailed in terror. “I'll give you anything, please god I'll give you everything, please someone HELP MEEE!!!” Her shrieks were met by smirks from her tormentors. There was no-one around for miles, certainly no-one would come to the aid of screaming girl in this neighborhood. Taylor's elegant cries of pure suffering had an exclusive audience.
With a fast firm thrust Fat penetrated Taylor's ass as slowly and painfully as he could. Her howl of animalistic agony echoed through as the clear night. As he slid in – six inches, seven inches, eight inches – the howl tapered away to loud, tearchoked, desperate sobs. For Taylor it was like a solid steel rod had been thrust into her most unspeakably private of places. She was torn inside, ruined in an intimate way she could barely begin to understand in her wrecked mind.
“Oh momma, help me please, momma,” cried Taylor in a voice pure and rich in pain. “Lord Jesus save me, please, save me, I don't wanna die...” She pressed her face hard against the cold steel of the limo hood, eyes scrunched shut, trying to force out Fat's cock with her ass muscles. But her squeezing just made it more painful for her and pleasurable for him.
Fat rotated his rigid rod around, twisting and tearing Taylor's anal passage. He felt the warm trickle of blood warm his cock as he began to thrust hard and ragged. Watching from the driver's seat, Del was quietly rubbing his dick through his trousers as he watched Taylor being assraped. This beautiful white princess she had seen on TV that morning – all pouty and prudish – was now a ravished whore a few feet in front of him. The rest of the posse passed the crack pipe around and cheered Fat on.
He was thrusting hard and regular now. Taylor tried to hold her breath, keeping her stomach taunt. But the savage anal shafting was too much and she gasped desperately, the words flying uncontrolled from her shattered mind. “TAKE IT OUT! TAKE IT OUT! OH GOOOOODDDDDDD IT HURTS SO MUCHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH-”
Golden hair flailed around and tickled Fat across his chest. In his life he had brutalized many bitches like this – but to his immense satisfaction none had been hotter or suffered more than this one. With a few final grunting thrusts he came, collapsing down on Taylor's long, sweaty, heaving body. She groaned softly “Ohgod, ohgod, ohgod” repeatedly.
Fat took the smoldering cigarette from his mouth and in a practiced move stabbed it into Taylor's left asscheek. Her tortured screams mingled in the air with the foul smell of burning flesh. He held it there for a second, with a slight twist. Taylor's cries were barely human in their inarticulate agony but almost drowned out by the roar of approval from the posse. She felt her hands – almost numb from the constant cutting of her cuffs – gripping into balls so tight her nails pierced her palms.
There was a few brief minutes of stillness as Fat savored this immaculate orgasm, the taking of a white princess' anal virginity. Taylor was now semiconscious, and heaved with deeply agonized breaths. Then Fat pulled out and dragged Taylor off the hood, returning her to her knees before him. “Clean the mamba, Taylor Slutt,” he growled like a lustful beast. “Your blood, you suck it off.” Still shattered by pain and fatigue, the numb Taylor was unable to resist as Fat's cock – smeared with the mess of her own savaged ass – was now thrust again down her throat. But she only lasted a few minutes before had to push her away as she began to gag rapidly, just in time as she vomited quickly and violently. She slumped to the hard gravel and swooned into a delirious haze.