Forced into a ghetto whore – Chapter 4

Behind the closed and locked door, she held it as much as she could, terrorized. Her rectum seemed to be exploding because of the pressure of the enema; after 10 minutes, finally, Johnny was back with his boys and said “Hey, whore, haven’t you unloaded yet to? No? Very well, you can do it now” and, relieved, she let it go, unloading a big mass of shit, oil, other debris from her asshole, all adding to what was dripping from her smashed-open cunt hole.
She was dropped on the bed again. Johnny probed with his two middle fingers her back hole, that now was very slippery; she was forced back on the bed on all fours again, and now she began crying again.
For a moment, nobody held her. The door was open, there was nobody around, and she looked at the exit; she was just a few steps far from the outer door. A huge temptation. Johnny and his son were preparing other tools for her rape, the other boys were looking at the TV or drinking, Jesse was changing the cassette of his video recorder. She tried to sneak out.
Natasha got off the bed, as silently and swiftly as she could; she wasn’t bound now, so she could try to open the handle and get off. May be she would only get to the street, nothing more, but she would find help. She’d do anything to avoid suffering another one night of rape and abuse.
She fumbled at the door handle, but it didn’t open. Desperately, she tried to move the handle, but to no avail; and the voices of the boys and of Johnny signaled that she had been detected, that they had noticed that she was running away, and they were upon him in an instant. Now Johnny and the boys could unleash the worst instincts on her.
This time, when they took her back, she was bound with her arms over the head the end a chain was dropped from a hole of the ceiling to keep their wrists well open; her feet were bound one meter apart one from the other and to the bed so she was standing giving her back to the boys, her naked body completely available to them, even more than it had been until then.
The black boys, all of them drunk and violent, hit and kicked her. Johnny had taught them that a proper man had to kick and hit a helpless, bound woman to get a good hard-on before raping her again, and they went at it with a vengeance, all of them getting their cocks hard again.
This was nothing compared to the projects of Johnny. He took off his jeans his long, studded leather belt and began to leash her back. He gave 10 strokes to show how it had to be done, then gave the belt to Amos, then to another boy and each of niggers leashed her back.
She got at least 50 off 60 belt wishing across her back. The belt hurt; she gurgled, screamed, cried, begged for mercy, finally passed out. Johnny finally stopped it, saying to the boys “That’s it, boys, you always remember that you don’t have to spoil the merchandise, so don’t never hit her face in the first place. But she can be sold on the streets all the same even if there back its a little bit red and decorated.” Natasha’s back was red, but was not showing unduly streaks; it was like it had been tanning too long.
Johnny continued “we could use her body as a punching bag, of course, and it would be good fun. But first another cue”. The helpless blonde came back to her senses after a couple of hard slaps from Roy and looked at them. At least eight young, horny, black angry faces were staring at her horrified face, looked undoubtedly beautiful and helpless. They liked her terror. Natasha knew they were getting huge hard-ons again just torturing her.
Johnny took from his huge toolkit an enormous black night-stick. All the boys knew what the object was, of course. It was the standard night-stick given to all cops, that was very long, made of rubber but hard to deal, a stick 15″ long and ready for her..
Handing the big night-stick, Johnny said to the boys “this object, you know, has a lot of uses, you understand that the first is this. To punish the ones that don’t behave correctly. And she hasn’t.”
Suddenly, he landed a hard blow on the small of her back. The girl moaned acutely, and her head dropped down a little. Tears began to flow down her cheeks again.
“You can use it even here” and Johnny, having given a second stroke at her back, said “never hit in the middle”, he said, “you could kill her, and we do not want to kill her, not now. Not if she behaves currently.” He slid the stick softly on her tortured back, enjoying the sobbing of fear of the girl. He put the tip of the stick on her lips, then began to turn it and push forward, her mouth opening, her lips sliding around the nightstick. It was obscene, but nice. They all looked at the blonde doing a blowjob at the rubber stick. “But, of course, the most interesting use of this object is another one, and you can imagine what.”
He got directly between her ass, and pointed the black stick from below in her ass crack. The boys jeered nervously. “That’s a good idea, man!” One said, and Johnny began to push upwards, to violate her ass.
Natasha was a virgin, there. The idea of being raped behind was too much for her; she began to scream frantically, until Johnny was tired and his friend shoved a dirty rag in her mouth, as a gag. Now, only muffled groans exited her mouth.
He begin to push the stick upwards. The oiled sphincter was tightly shut, but he knew it would open; and he insisted, pushing harder, until the fleshy ring began to let go. The pain, for Natasha, was tremendous, and she fainted, only to be revived by a sudden sting of pain when the stick finally violated her anus and popped inside.
Tears flowed down her cheeks, while Johnny pushed his stick upwards, faster, harder. It progressed slowly but continuously until 8″, 10″, 12″ of it were inside. At 13″, there was a handle that stopped it from getting more inside; it was all in, now, and he began to pump the stick in and out of the sphincter. Between her ass cheeks, it looked superbly incongruous, just as it had to be; and Johnny called all the boys to have a go, sliding all the stick completely out and, then, reinserting it. It was a methodical rape, a sadistic anal abuse of the young Playgirl, that they enjoyed a lot and, in the methodical massacre of her anal sphincter, was the preparation for the next stage.
Then she was brought on the bed again, this time kneeling on all fours, three huge cushions under her belly, tied well enough to have her feet well apart again, the wrists bound together before her, at the bedhead. Her ass was therefore upturned, exposed, her ass crack, wide open; the boys shoved the stick inside again from there, then it was Amos’ cock the first to plunge in her now softened anus.
Amos had never raped the asshole of a girl, let alone such a beautiful blonde, and his cock was hard as steel. His excitation was enhanced by the fact that his half-drunk friends were around the girl, and tormenting her; one was giving her his rock-hard cock to lick, another was fondling her tits from below, and so on. But he made sure to pump her ass for good, enjoying her desperate moans and her pleas for pity, for mercy, that made them all laugh cruelly.
He shot another load in her asshole, the first for the night, then it was Roy, and all the others followed, sodomizing the helpless blonde in turns, one after another, unloading huge masses of cum in her asshole. The flashes of the camera operated by Johnny and his friend punctuated the anal rape, but she didn’t even notice it.
When they all had abused her anus enough, they unbound the girl, now completely exhausted, and arranged to fuck her also in her pussy, so to stage a good double penetration.
“She’s just like a Oreo cookie!” They all laughed seeing the white girl squeezed between the huge black bodies of two niggers, her cunt and asshole torn open, and they continued with double penetrations, their favorite play now, for hours.
It was 9 pm, and Roy wanted some more JD. He got at the bottle, and maned.
“Hey, Johnny, the JD is finished!” Roy grunted to the old man while he was having his balls licked slowly by the terrified young blonde, that was keeling between his splayed thighs on all fours, her ass invitingly protruding back.
“So, who cares? Get another!”
“We haven’t got another one, that was the last!”
Angry, Fred took the empty bottle and shoved it from behind in Natasha’s sore, gaping pussy, making her squirm in pain. “We don’t even have a buck to buy another, shit!”
“So let’s go we’ll have to find another.”
They had raped her every other way the whole night long, and they were at it, after a good sleep and a good cleaning of her body, again, that afternoon, since 5 o’clock. They were six now, but they weren’t the same as the day before, and she had been even more appalled to see that the two old men had been met by another, older 50 years old nigger, that had the most disgusting stink in her crotch and had wanted a complete ball-wash. Fred was still there, as Amos, but the other teenager was now a friend of Amos that had the most huge cock she’d ever seen, and the two ‘new’ ones had taken a particular pleasure in raping her all the way, so at 11 pm, as they were now, she had been gang-raped again by all the nigger, cunt, mouth and asshole.
Amos looked at Johnny again, and said “can’t we get some more JD, Johnny?” Johnny looked back at him, enjoying the slow, wet blowjob of the young blonde captive.
“And how’d you pay the booze, son?” The elder boy stuck in. His huge black cock was still oozing a bit of cum, after a couple of unloading in her mouth and asshole, and Roy cleaned it with a bundle of her blonde hair.
“I’m sure that Jose, the clerk down there at the liquor store, would give us the bottle in exchange for a blowjob from this whore.”
“Well, call him on, no?”
“No, maybe he can’t get here now, but, if the store’s open, we can take the whore down to him and have her suck his cock there, no?”
The idea was approved, because they all needed some more booze now, and come apart from fact, they have raped out every possible way, so they liked the idea of having at least some moment of recharge before beginning again to abuse her beautifully ripe body.
She was allowed some ‘restoration’. Natasha could take a shower, mend some bruises and discard the bits of lingerie she had wearing at the beginning, and had been ripped in pieces during the rape. She was given some cream for her pussy and for the severely battered asshole, outstretched and pink; and she could put some red lipstick on, then a cheap perfume. Still naked, Natasha was given by Johnny her new ‘dress’; the yellow tank top and skirt. Of course, she was allowed no panties, and they descended the stairs together. Natasha was very scared and was not willing to try any trick of those guys.
The clerk of the liquor store was alone and upset. He was a fat-bellied Latino of Spanish heritage that was clearly bored to death, but was happy to see two good customers like Johnny and Amos and especially he looked with obscene lust at the beautiful gorgeous blonde teenager, who was dressed as a whore and that had obviously had a hard time with those two niggers.
“Hey, Jose, how’re you? How the business going?”
The man shrugged. His eyes were unashamedly glued to Natasha’s young bulging melons, that the overtight tank top enhanced excitingly, and he passed his tongue on her mustached lips. Natasha felt disgusted: the man looked even worse than the gang of niggers that had raped her until then. Now she was being sold, as a whore, to this subhuman.. Her eyes were full of tears again.
Understanding, the Spanish said “It’s darn quiet, I swear I haven’t seen no customer since one hour now. And you, how come? I can see you have, huh, good company”.
“Aw, man, that’s a pretty nice company” Johnny said, putting one of his large hands on her right tit and squeezing it. It was the way to assess his property, his ownership and total control of the gorgeous white slut.
Jose looked at the mauled tit, and, of course, got the message. This is a whore, he thought, of course, but it was also clear that she was for sale.. She must have been fucked by the two niggers, so she must be a cheap whore. Very cheap. He’d loved to get a blowjob from that nice little mouth, and it had to be cheap, of course, if she was with them, but how much?
Johnny looked in his face to read his lust. “Fancy some fun with our friend here?”
“I’d love to, man.”
“Come to this,” Johnny said, “if you want a good blowjob it will not be expensive, my friend, a good suck and swallow. It will cost you just a couple of bottles of JD, then you can have a nice blowjob from this whore here.”
“That’s a nice idea, my friend, but how can I do it here?” Jose said, his hands itching to get at those tits
“If you won’t for me it’s no problem,” Johnny said, “just slam the door shut for a few minutes and you can nail her behind the door of the back room. No?”
It was too good to let it pass. Jose got at the door and closed it, then pinched Natasha on her round behind, taking care to make it a deep, painful pinch, and led them into back room. Bottles were everywhere of course, but he made a small space for the blonde to kneel, after he had removed his belt and jeans, and his filthy cock sprang erect in Natasha’s beautiful face
She had no choice. She bent and sucked on his cock the best she could, because she really wanted to him to come very fast. And Johnny looked grinning at her blonde head being instantly targeted by the Hispanic’s dark pole; Jose pushed his swollen cockhead to her lips and, with a thrust forward, made it slide halfway in her mouth. Then, he began to fuck her face for good, his hips thrusting quickly forward, making her head slam against the wall at each thrust.
The Hispanic was kinky enough. While he was pumping the beautiful teenager’s defenseless mouth, he looked at Johnny and said “Really, how many bottles do you want? Two?”
“Yeah, fine”
“Tell you what”, Jose said, without stopping the humping of her face. He turned and got another bottle of whisky from the rack. “this is a third bottle. I’d give it you if this whore fucks it. Now. If she sits on the bottle and gets the whole neck in while she sucks my cock, it’s yours.”
Johnny grinned. “You’re always the same disgusting bastard, man. Real sick. Done!” he yelled, and the bottle was given to Natasha. She had to raise her ass a little, Roy placed the bottle under her snatch and forced her to go down all the way. When her labia bumped on the thick part of the bottle, she stopped and José checked the penetration. He was happy, now, and from then it didn’t take very much again. Suddenly, he came, with a huge splosh of cum across her face and a huge pumping of thick goo over her lips. Sperm dripping from her face and lips, Natasha was immediately pulled on her feet. The Spic gave the two bottles at Johnny, and they could leave.
Johnny ordered her to keep her hands still, because he wanted to see her drip sperm down her beautiful face. The store was still closed, and nobody was waiting outside, but somebody could come and see such a beautiful white girl with a thick string of cum crossing her face and dripping, and this was good fun for him.
Only when they were getting out of the store, Johnny allowed her to clean up, but, when they met a couple of men, they looked at the girl with a surprised look all the same. They turned to look at her, she had never felt so bad before.
“She’s popular, no?” Amos grunted.
“Yes, you could find some good customers for her on the streets, if you want.”
The eyes of the teenager glistened. “Money?”
“Yes, of course.”
When they were in the flat again, they gurgled some more JD and gave her plenty, too, then resumed fucking her.
It was a long, methodical gang-rape; other guys went and raped her pussy, ass and mouth, she didn’t even notice anymore how many they were, what they were doing. She was aching everywhere, her pussy, asshole and nipples being like burning in pain.
There were not only Black men. Through the mist of her pain and shame and numbness, she noticed that a few white and Hispanic men had been allowed in the filthy room, to use her gorgeous body as they wanted. Natasha was forced to do things she wouldn’t even imagine: she was fucked at the same time by two cocks in her ass and cunt, with painful double penetrations that made her faint a few times, also because they didn’t give her anything to eat.
When it was clear that she didn’t even react if ass-raped, and her cunt and back hole were anyway far too abused to be attractive again, Johnny decided to take her off the bed, simply because he wanted the place for him and a couple of the kids to watch a NFL big match at the TV.
Natasha was dumped on the floor, and Jeremy decided that the naked beauty would have been more safely controlled if he did bind her to the bed. So he took some duct tape and a bottle; he had been told of what the Hispanic man at the liquor store had done, so, with the help of a couple of kids, they did cut the tape before her back and freed her wrists, then she was put on her knees giving her back to the bed, and was forced to sit on the bottle again, but this time she had to impale her asshole on its long neck. Then her wrists were tied with the duct tape at the upper portion of the two bedposts. This way she was kneeling and her arms were splayed open, like she had been crucified: her nice face was exactly at the height of the men’s crotches, and her mouth was an obvious target.
Jeremy had raped her at the beginning, then he hadn’t got much more; now he had a huge hard-on again, and his cock sprung horizontally in her face. Natasha stared at the big, black plum-shaped cockhead waving in front of her, getting nearer to her terrified eyes. It looked immense, and positively disgusting not that this would matter, of course. She was forced to take it where he wanted without any possibility to protest; she looked at it, thinking what would come next. The cold of a blade on her neck made her shiver in fear. The kid pushing the blade was enjoying the power on the blonde slut, while Jeremy was enjoying the fact that he was forcing the gorgeous Russian to perform a nice blowjob on him.
“Look at it, whore” he growled, angrily, “I want you to look at my cock. Open those eyes, come on.”
She opened them as much as she could, looking at the enormous black cock in front of her eyes, only a couple of inches from her nose. The head was huge: its pisshole was obscenely distended, and seeing it so clearly was even more disgusting, for her, knowing that she had to lick and suck the part where all his urine came from.
“That’s OK”, he growled, looking at her baby blue eyes pointed at her cock. He stabbed at her cheeks, slowly, poking with his member, already oozing pre-cum, at her face. His cockhead passed on her lips: “Time to lick, slut” he said, “pull it out and lick, come on.”
Natasha’s little pink mouth darted out of her lips, and she began to lick at that smelly, huge cock. “I want to see my balls getting wet with your licker, slut” he grunted, raising his crotch to push his hairy eggs flat in her face, over her lips. And she began to lick and slurp on those balls, his loose curly hairs getting in her mouth. She swallowed those hairs; she couldn’t dare to do anything different.
His sweat fell on her face, dripping from his crotch; she licked it as well. And Jeremy was pleased, so he finally felt satisfied and pointed his cock at her full red lips, beginning to shove it in her little mouth, so many times abused already but still tight, warm, moist.
“Ooooohhhhrrrnnnn”, he grunted again, while feeding her inch after inch of her rock-hard shaft, “That’s it. Swallow, it, WHORE! I like you white trash cunts swallowing my cock. And now suck it. SUCK IT, you slut!”
Her cheeks curved inwards in the effort to suck the big black banana; he pulled it out, and the vacuum made a nice ‘pop’. They laughed, and the cock was reinserted, then Jeremy began to fuck her face for good, pumping her lips slowly but thoroughly, with a steady rhythm, half of his cock getting in and out at each stroke.
Raping her mouth was lovely, Jeremy thought, it was great. It lasted a full quarter of an hour before he finally spurted it all, unloading a thick mass of jizz in her mouth; she swallowed it all, then she had to lick the last drops of cum oozing out of the pisshole.
His place was taken by another guy, and this was white; she raised his eyes a bit just to see the leering face of an older man she didn’t know, but that was openly enjoying her. His cock was smaller than Jeremy’s black monster, but was very hard all the same. Naked from the waist down, the pig handed 20 bucks to Johnny, saying “It’s a pity you don’t let me screw the slut here. I’d pay more.” He bent and fondled her jugs, twisting her nipples.
“Oh, man, do not worry, she sucks like a dream. And she’s a little sloppy down, you understand. You would not probably like her too much, down there.”
“You dirty slut”, he muttered, still fondling her milk bags, “getting screwed by those brothers well, that’s your career, slut. Now, suck it!” and, having taken care to have a camera recording his abuse of the young blonde, shafted her mouth for a while, unloading at the end another huge glob of nauseous cum.
More cocks followed, black, Hispanic, huge or medium-sized, all taking the chance to fuck her face in that handy position. She swallowed the globs when they didn’t decide to spurt it in her face, just as a way to defile her further. The abuse went on so much that she slowly fell in a dizzy stonedness, so the cocks entered her mouth, shafted it and filled it with cum, but she was completely passive. Natasha couldn’t suck anymore, she just let them rape her lips, her mouth being just a fuckable hole in her pretty face.
She was forced to stick out her tongue when Johnny wanted her to lick his dirty asshole, and he bent in front of her, pushing his two huge black ass cheeks on the sides of her face so it sank between them; she licked the best she could, but Johnny knew that it could be better, so he had pulled from her position and thrown on the bed again, the whiskey bottle still firmly lodged in her asshole, and he simply sat down on her face, ordering her to lick.
When he was ‘refreshed’ enough, he left the place to Jeremy, and Fred got over her: her splayed legs offered her open cunt over the bottle-filled rectum, and he wanted another piece of it. While he raped her cunt again, she had to lick many assholes again. She was worse than a simple slave, she was a sex slave, and they were enjoying it.
After the whole Friday of rapes, her cunt was a messy, gaping hole, oozing the spent cum of too many men to count them, the last having been Fred with another huge load. Roy, tired of just fucking her, began to pull on those cunt labia almost joking; having been so brutally fucked by cocks of every possible dimension, her cunt was disastrously outstretched, and the labia hung out of it, sore, red, battered. He pulled: the moan of Natasha was muffled, because she had a cock raping her face just now.
Roy pulled hard; the groans became louder and louder. The white man that, sitting on her chest, was now raping her mouth, turned and grinned. The sight of Roy pulling those labia, now almost 2″ out of her slit, made him cum instantly. And Roy pulled harder, while her groan, now, came in a gargle, being nearly drowned by the mass of thick cum the man had shot in her mouth.
The fifteen-years-old Negro was getting horny in hearing the girl groaning, protesting, trying to close her legs that were kept mercilessly open by Roy and another boy, her chest was immobilized by another man getting on to fuck her tits, so she was helpless, unable to escape that torture.
Roy continued to pull her defenseless pink labia, enjoying her muffled whining. He spread her cunt walls with his big thumbs, but it was easy: the flesh tunnel had been abused so much that it was completely loose now, and it gave little emotion shafting it. Her clit was exposed; he began to twist it between his thumb and forefinger, enjoying her muffled squeals.
The black boy had another nasty idea. When he understood that any more pulling on the labia would have ripped them off, and he didn’t want it, he inserted two fingers in her hole. He turned them in the girl’s fuck tunnel; he remembered how much tighter it had been only two nights before, now it was all sloppy and loose.
He shoved in a third finger; she groaned again. The rings he was carrying began to scrape the inside of her sore pussy, it hurt. And the fourth finger was worse, and he also had long, unkempt nails that wounded the tender pink flesh. Finally, with a painful twist and thrust forward, the thumb entered her pussy as well: all of Roy’s fist had been inserted in Natasha’s abused pussy. The young Russian top-model was being fisted by a Black gang member!
Roy looked at the man holding the TV camera, sweating. The older man grinned and said “Nice job, son.,.. Pump that hole, man. The white bitch deserves a good pumping, believe meand remember, she’d never allow you any of this, not for any money in the world” and Roy began to move his hand in her pussy, fucking her for good, outstretching it even more. It felt great! The smooth pussy flesh was like a moist glove around his rough fist, and her moans, emitted the best she could around the thick shaft now invading her mouth once again, were music for Roy.
Roy’s fist shafted her soft pussy for ten minutes: she was gargling and groaning in pain and shame, he was sweating furiously, his cock aching for the excitation, and he pulled his hand out only when he was sure that his hand had further dilated, extended, ruined her soft fuck tunnel. There was some blood on his hand, when he finally popped it out of her overstitched cunt, but another boy was eager to take its place, and then another. Drunk as they all were, and having cum so many times each, they didn’t really mind fucking her again, they really enjoyed fisting her; it was better to hear her moans, her painful squeals. It was great to torture sexually the young blonde, so the fist-fuck went on for an hour; she fainted a couple of times, when the pain became unbearable. After that, her pussy was really outstretched, a gaping hole that wouldn’t close anymore.
They turned her on all fours again, and kept her there. Natasha didn’t know what she could expect now; she just stayed there, humbled, scared, every part of her tender body abused, aching wildly. She felt a cool feeling and a hiss on her right buttock, but she didn’t care. It didn’t hurt. It was only when she felt the comment of the boys that she asked herself what had happened, and Roy showed it to her via a TV; she had heard then saying that she had to be ‘branded’, and now she knew how.
The ‘artist’ of their group had painted a nice hammer-and-sickle red sign on her right ass cheek with a red paint spray-can. They waited a few seconds that the paint was dry, then the artist looked and it and tried with a finger. It was dry, now. “It will not come off easily”, he said, triumphantly, “not even in a car wash!” They all laughed, she was simply ashamed.
The father said at the end “Well, it’s part of an education, son. Take the whore here, and get her around. You know where you can and can’t go. and don’t let the pigs get you. Sell her around, low fares, lot of tricks. You’ll have some good fun. Hell, I’ll get with you, too.”
Natasha was summarily washed and had to put a new set of stockings; over there, only a small pink microdress that Johnny cut behind to allow an easier access to her buttocks.