Forced into a ghetto whore – Chapter 2

Natasha awoke, slowly and confused, in a room that she didn’t know. It was a damp, dark room ; she felt the stench first, then tried to move, but she couldn’t. She was lying on a bed, and when she tried to sit up and stand, she found herself immobilized. His wrists had been taped together and tied high to the bedpost, and each of her feet had been tied to two feet apart to the word bedposts.
She wasn’t alone, of course. She pulled, trying to strain in the bindings, but couldn’t do it. She groaned, and then she grew aware at the same time of the pain between her legs, that she instantly understood were spread open and naked, and of the presence of the two guys sitting in front of division just before the bed. One of the two turned his balding head and said “Hey, the whore’s awake now”, and the other “it was about time now.”
One of the two said “Well, did you finally awoke, whore” and she felt uncomfortably wet and cool between her legs, her pussy suddenly aching, and she was sure the wetness wasn’t from pleasure. Her mind began to register the situation, and, in deepening horror, she understood that the two men had raped her while she was unconscious. And they were Black! God, she hated Blacks. No, more than hate, it was fear and disgust. In Russia, there were no niggers. She had been used to think of them as subhuman because it was fashionable to say so between her American, German and Swedish top-model colleagues. God, it was appalling, she thought, and felt even more humiliated to have her legs helplessly spread open that way, their leering eyes being now fixed at her exposed cunt.
The two black men came near the bed. She didn’t know them, she had never seen them before, were apparently much older than she was, around 40 years of age, both heavy-bellied and still muscle-bound¸ both had the flat large face with the thick lips and all the feature of proper African people.
“Well, it’s good you’re awake”, the first resumed, “as you’re just a good piece of a whore, and we were waiting for you to awake, because we want to play with you again.” Saying that, they freed her wrists and ankles from the bedposts, then they dragged her down the bed and back on her feet, making her walk to the center of the room, then they turned the lights on.
The room she was into was absolutely filthy, it was probably a part of a large, decrepit flat in housing project, and was hopelessly dirty and foul-smelling. The large, maybe three-places bed where she was before had a large wrought-iron bedpost, so they could tie her more easily ; on the other part of the large room there was, at several feet from the bed, a table, a large expensive television set with a video recorder and a lot of cassettes ; a tape was playing on the video, and it was a very hard-core tape, of course. It was the sleaziest room she had ever been, and she felt desperate just thinking that she was helplessly prisoner there, in the hands of those two Black brutes.
Natasha was wearing just her white garter belt and the black nylon stockings, nothing else. Sperm dripped down her cunt as she was on her feet, and one of the two blacks gave her a Kleenex to have her clean that mass of cum.
She was allowed to go at the bathroom for moment, so she could piss and comb her hair. When she asked to wash, she was told that she couldn’t and they dragged her out. Her legs were numb, and she could barely stand on her feet.
But this was nothing, compared to the stinging pain she was feeling between her legs; it was like a train had passed there, and, when she tried to touch there with her right hand again, she found another glob of stinking sperm oozing out, and some blood too. Touching her clit made her spasm; they had raped her, of course, hard, battering her pussy for good. She couldn’t believe it was true. It had to be a nightmare.
They were brutal and lewd. As she was out of the bathroom, they gave her a bright red lipstick and she had to apply it on her full, red lips, making them look like a real whore’s. She was really scared, alone again with the two black men.
Before she could think what they would do to her now, one of the two gave her two small clothing items. “Put them on now, whore” She looked in despair at the two minuscule pieces of yellow cheap elastic tissue.
“Put them all on”, the man barked, and she obeyed. it didn’t take long because them it was just as small tank top, two sizes too small for her tits, and a very short skirt that couldn’t cover the garter belt she was wearing.
The tight tank top bulged, stretched by the huge mass of tender flesh of her large white jugs ; her tits were enhanced by the compression of the tissue, looking like huge melons, and the yellow color of the tank top made them look ever larger than they actually where. The skirt wrapped on the other hand the round ass cheeks, in a very obscene way, just enhancing the curves of her ass for good.
As soon as she had got to the two items on, one of the two went behind her and bound her wrists together behind her back with duct tape. This made her jugs bounce forward, stretching the yellow tissue even more ; the nipples, pinched and squeezed during the previous rape and fully extended, were imprinted in the fabric. One of the two men said “That’s a nice whore” again and the other man, passing his large black hands on her jugs, said “Yes, nice big titties…”.
The other one added “She’ll be very good for the boys, they just need this sort of cow.” They laughed coarsely.
What where they talking about? Will they do her another rape, will not they ? She felt like she could not bear any of it anymore, but of course she had no voice there, she couldn’t decide anything, she was just an object. She began to cry again.
One of the two man said “Legs aren’t bad too”, and cupped her pussy. They were both naked from the waist below, and had their huge cocks getting erect once again, she didn’t dare to look down. She knew that they were ready..
The nigger that was cupping her naked pussy said “It will be some good training for our kids, my friend, this is just the right kind of whore to do it”. Shivering, she felt his rough, dirty hands sliding on her tender, pain-stricken flesh, pressing and groping all of it. She was crying silently, tears rolling down her puffy cheeks.
“Please, do not. Do not do it again, please. What have I done?.”
“Shut up, whore!” Johnny said, slapping her hard her prisoner.
“Yes, of course”, the other said laughing, “and I think they will enjoy it is, she is exactly the kind of white whore they’re always dreaming of… and they can have it for free. I can tell you, you’re a good father!”
Natasha, now shivering in fear for what could come next, was forced back on her knees, her hands always tied behind their back, and her head was tied to the bedpost. Now her head was forced to stay erect, just at the height of the man’s crotch. He couldn’t turn her head; her eyes were snapped open, in fear. The first nigger’s huge cock, hard again, was pointing straight at her face. Natasha had never seen such a huge cock, had never imagined one so black and hard, and had never stared at a man’s genitals from such a lowly position, from so close. It was clear that her mouth was to be their next target.
And yes, of course it began again ; one of the two began immediately to stroke his cock in front of their horrified face.
“Now, whore, we’re not really going to fuck you again, we have done it all already. We are just willing to take a little family fun while training all our kids and friends, you know ? Those poor kids dream of pussy, but can’t get any, now. And they especially dream of white, blonde pussy… Hell, my son has just had his 15th birthday, and you will be his mother ship. You are perfect for the job.”
The other one was calling someone else at the telephone, then he dropped the phone down and said “They shall be coming in a few minutes, there will be just all here, coming with Amos.”
Her lips, meanwhile, had been spread wide by the huge black cock of the first black man, and he began to pump his cock in and out of her mouth. She couldn’t do anything but let him fuck her face as much has he would like to. He ordered “Suck it hard, whore”, but she wouldn’t, because she was simply too disgusted. He bent over her, his cock popping out off her mouth, and then, suddenly, he slapped her. Hard, in her pretty face. The slap was so hard that her head bounced against the bedpost behind her and saw stars, then it was another slap and again her head bounced on the bedpost. He said, harshly, “I’ve told you to suck it, whore, for good, and it’s better you obey to what I say. Clear?”
He continued to fuck her mouth again, and didn’t pull out not even when the door bell rang. Natasha heard some childish voices after the ring of the bell, then the man shot another huge load of cum in her mouth, and she had better try to swallow it all, before she could choke. Some of it dribbled down her chin, anyway
The nigger had just retired his dripping cock from her mouth, when the door opened and several people began to enter the room.
They were all kids, all black kids, noisy, no one older than 15 years old , all of them as black as coal, and she learned quickly that the first was the leader, and he said to the man who had just flooded Natasha’s mouth “Hi, Old Man.”.
The man answered “It was about time you came with your friends.”
There sat down, occupying all the 7 or 8 seats available with wide open smiles, looking at the bound white beauty. Natasha looked, appalled, at all the kids there ; they where all staring at her, at her face or at her half-naked body, and she knew what they were thinking, what they were preparing for her.
The name of the Black man that had just structured her trap was Johnny. “Hi kids , I am happy you’re here down , it’s a good way to spend Saturday evening off the streets.” They all laughed at the easy joke.
Her outstretched tank top is where they are all staring, Her main attraction, for them were her huge tits. In fact, being so young, most of them haven’t ever got to the point of touching some of their girlfriends tits, and the idea of putting their hands on those huge melons is something special for them. Moreover, such a couple of tits was being offered them by a beautiful young blonde girl, exactly the kind of beautiful girl that they could only dream off, probably only in TV movies or in porn movies, nothing more
John untied her head, still leaving her wrists behind her back, and dragged her up on her feet ; then, she was introduced to the assembled kids.
“This here is your Dad and Uncle John’s way to give you your sexual education. You know, this evening it’s a kind of fuck school, exactly as my father did to me many years ago. God, it was so good. Do you like the teacher ? Or, might I tell, the proving-grounds?”
Lewd names and screams and cat-calls followed. “Well, she’s not exactly the teacher… she’s more the workbench.” Laughter again, Natasha felt the painful humiliation. Those kids may not know anything about love and normal sex, but the nigger there was teaching here mass-rape, now, and she was their target. She could see that they couldn’t wait a moment to put their hands on her.
Natasha on the other hand was absolutely appalled. They were all very young, no more than 15 years old, all coal-black and decidedly huge, for their age. Amos, the son of John, was the older, and still he wasn’t much older than 15 years old. He looked like the chief there, of course, and his father looked at him proudly. He turned at the girl, and ordered her to parade between the seats. “Show them your assets first, Natasha!” and she walked to the end of the small room and got back between Johnny and his friend.
It was clear that Johnny was a real asshole. He liked to abuse his girls as much as he could, so, as soon as she was beside him, he said “You see, this blonde whore is a cow. Wonder why ?” he said, fondling her big titties through her tank top. A concert of obscene calls rose from the urchins, many of whom had already discarded their jeans in anticipation, and were stroking their cocks. Natasha couldn’t help notice that all of them, even the younger, were enormously endowed.
“This one is a cow because we’ve got the whore with the largest tits we’ve found for you. So you can toy with some meat, instead than with the flat chests of your schoolmates.” He paused. “You’ll like to fuck this cow.” Then he turned to the shivering Natasha. “Now, you cunt, you have to begin the introduction to my boys. Be smart, and it will be a nice, quiet evening of fucking, nothing more. Okay ?”
She looked at the nigger in hate. God, how she hated those flat-faced brutes… she had been raped until then, and this jerk wants me to be happy… she couldn’t control her.
“You pig!” She squealed. “I’ll not obey your orders!” But the other man was quick to react, holding her from behind, at the top of the arms, while Johnny, looking straight at her, punched a fist straight in her defenseless belly. He folded forward, her breath zeroed by the hit, and shut down. Johnny knew he had to give a good lesson to the girl, because he had to impress the kids. “They do it always, sooner or later” he said to the kids, “you have to show them who’s the boss.”
He grabbed a fistful of her golden hair and pulled her head up, turning it so she was looking at him, tears of pain running down her cheeks. He said, dour “Remember to never, ever, try to behave this way. Or…” In his right hand, it glistened a switchblade. Pain turned in terror in her face, and she begged “Oh, no, no, please… no…” It was all so exciting, all the men were thinking. The supplicating tone of the caged beauty was made for hardening even the more dead cock, and their were all young an eager.
“Well, kids, first lesson : don’t let the whores overcome you”. He turned her face to the boys. They were drinking whiskey straight from the bottle : in front of her Natasha eyes, the young blonde saw a forest of black trunks ready to plough her holes. To abuse her gorgeous, defenseless body.
“This here cow, as you see, she’s for you, all for you. She will do anything you want, you can do her everything you’d like. Beginning with this.”
He put his large hand on the right portion of her yellow tank and he resumed his forceful groping of her right large tit. “It’ll be all yours…” while she simply staid there, not knowing what would follow then, if not the unavoidable rape.
Johnny took his time ; the cocks of the kids were getting harder, the liquor was making them horny and careless, he could see that they were charging. “Is she nice?” John said. “Well, she’s nice and she’s surveyed well, she’s nice to fuck, she’s always available of course she’s ready to suck any black cock of yours…”
“Now you’ll have to learn the ropes”. He forced her shoulder back ; her tits popped forward even more. “You’ll have to dress a cow like this properly, of course.” He raised her skirt, revealing all of her long legs and her exposed crotch, the thin blonde hair of her pussy in full view. She was shamed to death; she quivered, uneasy. The kids gaped, a couple of them said “God! I’d plough that pussy open!” To enhance their view, from the black garter belt to the top of the nylon stocking, he kicked her feet apart two feet. Wriggling, she tried to escape his rough hands, but he blocked her. Tears of frustration got down her big blue eyes
“The thing is, as she is to be your whore, dress and treat her like a whore. Just like all whores, let her always wear a short skirt. A MICROskirt”, he bellowed, “as this allows a much easier access to their pussy this way”, he said shoving a hand between her splayed legs to cup her pussy, then, with two fingers, spreading her labia to make them see the pink of her inner cunt. “But when you need to cover up, for example there is a cop pig coming in, you just drop it” he took the hand off her crotch, and the hem of the short skirt fell down and covered at least her pussy, “everything is fine.”
“This tank top here is very convenient, because it has two little buttons that keep the two together, and join together in the middle. The buttons here are very easy, because they although keep it together very well, you’ll relieve them without a problem this way”, he said putting two greasy fingers on the buttons and fumbling briefly, until the elastic tissue was released. The tightly sprung fabric sprung open, and the huge tits flopped forward, free, naked, ready for the ‘use’ of the kids.
His friend took her from behind, from the shoulders, and jerked her back and forth alternatively. Her tits jiggled and bounced, obscenely. The kids jeered, especially when Johnny sunk his fingers in one of her big white jugs and her soft meat oozed through those bony black fingers like jelly. Soft, rich, luxurious jelly. The meat of a luxurious, rich white whore, of a Playgirl. Exactly the kind of girl that the Black teenagers, there, wanted to abuse more than anyone else.
“That’s it, kids, and if you like this stuff, it’s yours!” The man standing behind her put both his hands on her elbows, and forced them together, then quickly passed the duct tape around the elbows. Because of the turning back of the shoulders, the tits bounced now even more forward, two huge white mounds that they all looked in anticipation.
“Well, Natasha, now your introduction has to begin. You’ll begin here, from my son Amos. Now you step there and greet him. He’s your real owner for tonight, remember.”
Amos was evidently a rap fan, and his idols had to be the racist, violent thugs of the American city. He wore only a colorful sweater with the script “Kill white Pigs”, he had a ill-grown beard and a wool cap tucked down. His eyes were thin in his flat, large face; his huge black dong was all hard and throbbing on his flat belly, and was looking at her in open contempt. She stood before him, and standing more or less to attention in front of a filthy young nigger was something so humiliating that she could barely fight back her tears, even if he hadn’t still touched her.
“Come here, dere, white cunt. Nearer.” She stepped forward. The arms tied behind her back didn’t give her any possibility to hide her gorgeous body. “Nearer here.” She walked between her large splayed thighs. But Amos shook horizontally his head. “Nah, your legs pass outside. And get nearer to me.” He paused, looking straight at the tear-filled blue eyes of the desperate blonde, “I want to see up your skirt now.”
Natasha hesitated; the knife of Amos’ father passed on her throat. He hissed “Do it as you’re ordered, whore”, and she obeyed. She was feeling the cold hatred of the boy, she knew he wanted to humiliate her before abusing her body. Her legs passed outside of his splayed thighs; the hem of her skirt was raised in the movement, and when she got over his crotch, he could see all of her pussy from below.
Amos extended two fingers upwards. His target, her tight slit, was well visible and accessible between her splayed legs. His bony black fingers slid in the lubed pussy, and he pushed them up to the hilt.
She looked around, crying silently in despair and humiliation. All the seats were occupied by the Black teenagers, all leering at her while she was subjected to this abuse.
Not understanding what she had to do now, she waited. Johnny first relieved her duct tape from the elbows, so she could have more freedom of movements, but left her wrists taped, then he showed her Amos, and said to the luckless blonde “Amos will be your chief tonight. Now, kiss him.”
Uncertain, Natasha stepped forward, and looked at the teenager that was looking at her in obvious arrogance. His cock was almost as big at his father’s, nine inches, and still it wasn’t fully erect . He was stroking it, slowly, on purpose, in front of the young blonde. He was longer than his father, she thought, he has got nine inches to rape me again.
“Are you ready now, bitch? I told you do to bend and to kiss him”, the old man told Natasha and she bent forwards, towards him. She walked as far as she could, but, not having the hands to balance, but having both of them died behind her back , she had to bend to a sharper angle, and this, she was sure, was exposing even more of her long legs and ass cheeks. God, they would see her pussy too, from behind, and the catcalls she heard from the kiddies assembled behind her confirmed that it was so.
Her tightly wrapped ass cheeks’ view was even better when the old man made her bend. As her feet were now so far apart, more than two feet now, she knew that the back of her ridiculously short miniskirt would climb and uncover her ass crack. She felt the slight coolness of the naked flesh, in fact, and her shame was even stronger. But she had no choice; the old man was beginning to be irritated by her hesitation, so she bent towards the kid and, when she was close to his face, she kissed him on the cheek.
Natasha hoped that it was all they needed, but suddenly she felt being pulled by her hair, her golden mane being yanked by a strong hand; she felt herself confronted with Johnny’s black, hateful face. He yelled “I said KISS HIM, you whore, so use your tongue, use your cocksucker mouth to kiss my son, you filthy white cow!” and he slapped her hard. And he slapped her again and again, twice.
He liked it. He liked to abuse young white girls, it made his cock suddenly harder. And he could say that all the kids there were liking it too. Another, harder slap, and this time she was caught off balance and feel at Amos’ feet.
The stoned blonde was dumbfounded by the sudden explosion of violence of the old man, and stayed at their feet while he bent, saying to everyone “Don’t ever let the white whores do tricks, boys. They have to DO ALL THAT YOU WANT! NOW!!” and he yanked a mangle of her hair and pulled her up, like a crane, slowly, between his massive black legs. Her upturned face was just under his pendulous black testicles now, and he pulled her a little bit more, so his hairy balls were pressing against her mouth and nose.
“NOW LICK THEM, WHORE!” he boomed, and, terrified, she obeyed, sticking his little pink tongue out and licking the underside of his smelly scrotum while Johnny began to move slowly his hips forward and backwards, so his balls wiped all her beautiful face. The other older man, of course, was filming it all.
“That’s what white whores are done for,” he said to the kids, “to lick our balls. They have no better place to put their mouth than between our legs. Got it, kids?” The yells in answer made Natasha understand what was in waiting for her.
Johnny grew tired and let her hair go. He pulled her on her feet again and said “Now, kiss him! For good! And then all the other boys here! They’re your masters, now!”
Natasha, her eyes full of tears, bent again and this time opened her lips on his thick lips and had her tongue enter his oral cavity, letting his grow and explore her. Her ass cheeks were open again, and in full view; she was a treat for all the assembled kids there, most of whom were staring at the zone between her ass cheeks anyway.
“Hey, Amos,” the old man said, “you can feel her, don’t you like those jugs dangling down her? So feel them, you, for you’ll like them.”
Amos didn’t need any further encouragement, and extended his hands, letting her twisting her tongue in his mouth; he began to fondle grossly the two huge white mammies, cupping both of then with obscene care, twisting her nipples, while Johnny looked in pride. All the other boys were even more horny, now.