Rape Stories.

The police car passed left to right, slowing. Christy barely even noticed it. When it U-turned and turned on its blue lights, Christy looked up. The officers were having a slow night. Very little going on, when they spotted the blonde sitting at the bus stop. Problem was, there were no buses running this route this late at night. She was wearing a denim dress with a light blue top. Her hair was short, but matted. Something was also obviously wrong with her. Anyone, citizens as well as criminals always noted police cars. It was simple human nature. This woman seemed to have something on her mind. They wheeled around and turned their lights on. She looked up then in a blank stare. Stepping out of the car, the driver holding a flashlight in one hand, his other on his pistol. His partner, in classic fashion, stood behind his opened car door covering his driver.
How are you? Is there something wrong ma’am?
No, was her feeble answer. I am just sitting here.
You know there’s no bus coming for several hours, right?
I’m not waiting on a bus, just resting.
You really shouldn’t be here Miss. You need to be getting on home now.
Home? The thought danced thru her head. Without meaning to, she blurted out, I don’t have a home.
You don’t? You can’t stay here, it ain’t safe.
C’mon, hop in, we’ll take you to a shelter. Christy nearly fell when she tried to stand. The officer had to reach out and take her arm. Her face tensed and showed the pain she was feeling. Are you ok?
I’m fine, just need some rest.
She almost nodded off on the ride over. The short ride didn’t last long. The large black woman eagerly took Christy in. Showing her to her cot, Christy collapsed into a deep sleep. Just as she drifted off, she noted the clock on the wall read 3:15.
The bright sunlight woke her. It was warm, comforting. Slowly rising, she stretched, only to feel the sharp pain in her stomach. Well, you did just give birth.
Birth.
My baby.
Gone.
Her hand found her stomach. It was still swollen. Her child, a son the nurse said, used to be there. Her titts were so full of milk. They where hurting, and with no child to drink. And now they were leaking severly. Her top, even her covers, were soaked in her milk.
Oh you’re up?
The voice from behind startled Christy.
Turning to see a woman. Kindly, a bit on the heavy side, with her long, greying hair in a braid down her shoulder.
I was beginning to think you’d be sleeping all day. Come on over. I have breakfast and we can talk.
As Christy stood on wobbly legs, her top clung tightly to her sagging titts.
Oh my, we need to get you cleaned up. Follow me.
Christy trailed the kindly angel, using her arms to try and hide her seeping breasts. Rounding the corner, there were a series of shower stalls.
Everyone else is gone, so you’ll have some privacy. You clean up, I’ll get you something to wear. By the way, I’m Gail. Gail’s voice trailed off as she left.
The shower was as hot as it was cleansing. Christy’s knotted muscles began to spasm, then relax in the heated stream. Unfortunately, her breasts also reacted, a nearly steady stream of milk. 15 minutes later, Gail returned. I got you another outfit. Ummmmm…I also got you some tissues for your problem there, she said, indicating the lactating breasts.
I’ll be outside. When you’re done, come on out and we’ll talk.
Gail spun and marched away. Christy finally finished, towelling herself off. Putting on first the bra, covering her nipples with the thick tissues. They were like open spigots. She pulled up the fresh pair of panties, then slipped the jeans on. The expandable beltline was actually comfortable. Thick white socks and sneakers, she was now dressed.
Gingerly strolling out to the kitchen area. Gail was waiting there for her. Have a seat hon, let’s talk.
Christy sat slowly. Thank you.
My pleasure, hon. Go ahead, dig in and eat.
Christy grabbed a couple of pieces of bacon, link sausage and a glass of milk. She consumed them ravenously. Gail was smart enough to give her a few minutes. Christy hadn’t had solid food for over 4 days now, and her body insisted she make up for lost time.
When Christy’s eating slowed to a more normal, controlled speed, Gail decided to speak up. So, what’s your story?
Story? Christy snorted, that’s a laugh!
Ooooookayyyyy. Let’s start with your name?
Christy.
You aren’t required to give your last name here. We are here to help anyone that needs help. As a matter of fact, you don’t have to say anything at all. I just had the impression you needed to talk.
Christy paused, thinking of what to do. Trying to find the words was something of a feat.
You can tell me as much or as little as you want, Gail said. Just what you’re comfortable with.
I’mmmmm, not sure where to start.
Well, let’s start with where your baby is?
Well, THAT wasn’t too hard to figure out. Glancing downward slightly at her now ample titts.
He’s with his dad. The pitiful part was, she wasn’t sure if she were lying or not.
Really? I only ask because you don’t seem so sure.
Christy paused again. Well, at least I guess he is. See, I’m not positive who the dad really is.
Ohhhhhh. I seeeeeeee.
This juicey tidbit of information caused Gail to need another cup of coffee. So, what happened?
The father and I aren’t married. I already agreed that he could have the baby. I went into a coma during labor. When I woke up, the nurse told me he already had the baby, so…
Where are you from honey? For some reason, I get the impression you really don’t belong here. Nothing personal…
Christy bowed her head, I’m not sure where I belong now. Christy’s small voice spoke loud and clear, tell her EVERYTHING.
See, my husband, or the man that was my husband, didn’t know I was pregnant.
Was your husband…?
Yeah, I left a couple of months ago, when I began to show.
And he never knew about the baby?
No, he was out of town so much… Christy was amazed that she was giving all of this so easily. She was telling her entire life.
Gail returned with the 3rd cup of coffee Christy knew about. Go on hon, giving her a friendly pat on her hand.
Christy was reaching for the words. She wanted to tell everything, maybe, but wasn’t sure where to take the conversation now.
Did your husband divorce you? Did he know you were having an affair?
At the mention of the word affair, Christy seemed to be wounded.
Christy? Was it an affair, or… something else?
Slowly nodding yes.
How can you know the baby is not your husbands, but not know…
Gail answered her own question. Christy’s downturned head and tears told everything. So there was more than 1?
Uh-huh.
Where have you been living since you left your husband?
His name is Dexter, one of the one’s that may be the father.
And you wanted to be there?
I guess, the question never really came up.
Gail now kept her hand wrapped in Christy’s, holding them fondly.
So you went to the hospital, had the baby, went into a coma, left the hospital, sat on a bench at 3 in the morning until the police brought you here?
In that one short exchange, Gail had perfectly described the last 4 days. Yes.
I noticed you had hospital sandals by your bed while you slept. Are you ok?
Oh yeah, I’m fine.
Its just odd that they would dismiss you so late. Christy ignored that inquiry. After a few moments of silence, Gail decided to move the conversation along, try and keep Christy talking. Is there anyone you’re wanting to call? Anyone I can contact for you? I’m sure there are people worried about you.
Christy had thought long and hard about that already. Surely her mom, dad, sisters would be worried about her. What had Dwight told them? Was he still looking? Were they? Did anyone ever look for her?
You can call anyone you want, long distance is not an issue.
Just then, another of the workers walked in, a drunken bum shambling behind her.
Looks like you have some thinking to do, Ch risty. If its ok, I need to help with this. We can talk later if you want to?
I’m fine. You go ahead. I may go for a walk, clear my head, if that’s ok?
Sure hon. Just let me know how I can help.
Christy stood, feeling a bit more strength in her still knotted leg muscles. She walked out into the warm sun. It was amazing, she hadn’t realized how much she missed it. On the way out, she had grabbed an extra set of tissues, just in case. She took a deep breath, or at least as deep a breath as she could. She was still in pain.
Finding a park bench, Christy finally surrendered to the questions that had been nagging at her. Gail was right, bless her heart. She did need to let her family know she was ok. Her first question was, was Dwight still a part of that family? Somehow, she was going to need to map out where her life went from here.
After an hour of some serious introspection, Christy decided what she needed to do. Walking back into the shelter, she waved at Gail, indicating she would like to use the phone. Gail motioned it was ok.
Her hand shook as she dialed the home number first. She was partially amazed she still remembered the number, if he hadn’t changed it. Dwight’s voice jarred her. Even though it was just his voice on the answering machine, she was shaken. Without meaning to, she hung up the phone. Ok, the next call would be to his work. Suddenly she was confronted with another problem. His administrative assistant, Angela, may well have recognized her voice, and being the thourough worker bee she was would insist on getting a name before transferring any call to Dwight.
Angela answered.
Ummmmmm…Angela, is Dwight in?
Who may I say is calling?
Angela, its me, Christy.
There was a long silence.
Ummmmmmm… Christy?
Yes Angela, is Dwight in?
Uhhhhh… oh my God, is it REALLY you Christy?
Yes, I really need to talk to Dwight.
Ok, sure, ummmmmmm… He’s not in the office right now. Do you have his new cell number?
Probably not.
Here, let me get it for you.
Thanks.
A couple of minutes on hold, and Angela gave the number to Christy. Taking a deep breath, she dialed the number. Her fingers could barely stay on the buttons as she got to the last digit.
On the 2nd ring, she heard his voice.
His live voice.
This is Dwight, he said tersely.
Dwight?
Yes?
Dwight, its Christy.
Again silence.
Christy? Is it really you?
Yeah, listen, we need to get together and talk. Where and when can we meet?
Ummmmmmm… Wow. Tonight. Can you make it to the house tonight? Say 10pm?
Yeah, why so late?
I’ve got a meeting I can’t get out of. Unless it’s an emergency…
No, keep your meeting. This has waited 3 months, a couple of more hours won’t matter.
Dwight was stung by the rebuke. Look, if we need to…
No, Christy interrupted. Its ok. I’ll be there at 10 tonight.
She hung the phone up quickly. She just didn’t feel like dealing with any shit. Gail was approaching.
Well?
I’m going to visit my husband.
Gail’s face brightened, but only for a moment. Christy’s expression was a dead giveaway.
I take it the conversation was not all it could have been?
No, it was fine. I’m just now sure what we’re going to do. Listen, I don’t have the money for a cab, let alone having a car. Could I…?
There’s no money for a cab here either, but I can give you a couple of bus passes. Is your house on a bus route?
I think so.
We need to check a schedule and get you moving.
Actually, I’m not due at the house until 10pm tonight.
Oh ok. Well let’s check anyway.
Turns out, there was a bus route that ran into the neighborhood, within a couple of blocks of the house. Unfortunately, with the necessary connections, she would be having to leave now anyway.
Gail was generous with the warm hugs. Call me if you need me to pick you up. I wish I could take you but…
You’re busy, I understand.
The buses were nothing if not punctual. She got to her old neighborhood at about 8:45. She had an hour or so to blow. She wandered thru the winding streets. The large houses were as beautiful as she remembered. Even this late, there were bar-b-ques going still. Several pool parties, no doubt. She remembered looking forward to the beginning of the season. At least she was 9 months ago. Christy kept to herself. Remeniscing about her time here. It seemed like a lifetime ago. Christy had to estimate the time, with no watch. She found herself at the foot of the driveway, should be sometime around 10. She paused. Now was the time to turn. Call Gail and tell her it just didn’t work out.
No, I have to do this. I can’t get on with my life until i deal with this.
She hesitated at the walkway. Breathing deeply again, here I go, she muttered to herself. Glancing up, she thought she saw Dwight’s shadow in the upstairs bedroom window.
Gently knocking on the door, she heard his footsteps coming down the stairs. The door opened suddenly, startling Christy.
Dwight had been upstairs watching for Christy. He had seen her hesitation at the foot of the driveway. His patience was rewarded when she walked up the drive. She still had some weight on her. Her hair was now cut short, but he would know her anywhere.
Hi Dwight.
Hey, ummmmm…
The moment was awkward.
Ummmmmm… Come on in. Holding the door open for Christy. She walked in. The house was kept darker than she had remembered. Glancing around, she noticed that the furniture had been changed.
Let’s go into the den and have a seat.
Christy followed.
Go ahead, have a seat. Would you like a drink?
Um, yeah, sure. That would be great. Christy made her way to the sofa.
Dwight poured a glass of chablis. He still remembers, she thought to herself. Dwight poured a glass of red, his usual drink of choice. Handing her the glass, Dwight sat in the large, leather chair across from Christy.
Well, where should we start? Dwight asked.
Christy was trying so hard to look Dwight in the eyes, trying to guage some sort of reaction from him. How have you been?
Well, I’m better now. Things were rough when you first left. But I’ve gotten better. You?
She sighed.
Bowing her head slightly, she gritted her teeth.
Taking a full swig of the wine, she inhaled deeply, exhaling it slowly.
I guess I have a lot of explaining to do, don’t I?
I would think so. What the hell did you do Christy?
Another moment’s pause.
Dwight, 9 months ago I was raped.
He drew back. Was this the drifter that…
There was never a drifter Dwight. It was some of the kids in my class, or at least what used to be my class. 3 of them, with 2 of their friends.
Christy was on a roll and decided to just press thru to the bitter end.
On a friday, they attacked me in my classroom. After they finished, they robbed me, then took my drivers license. They got the address to here, Dwight. They said if I told anyone, they would come after you.
After it happened, I thought I would just keep it to myself. I reported the robbery so the insurance would cover everything.
What did they do?
I would really rather not go into the gory details.
Oh, ok.
Anyway, like I said, I thought that was the end of it. I was going to quit my job. Obviously, I couldn’t keep working at the school. That same weekend though, they came by here. They used my license, and found their way here. They raped me again and again. This time, they even brought others with them. They… They brought women with them. I was raped by all of them, including the women.
It was then that they told me that if I did quit, they would come back. They said they would kill you.
I was so scared. Scared of what they would do to you, scared that they would attack me again.
That next week, I went to a clinic in the city. I was told there that not only did I have syphillus, but I was…
She couldn’t get the words out.
Pregnant, Dwight whispered.
Tears welled in Christy’s eyes. She shook her head yes.
But why d idn’t you…
I couldn’t Dwight. They told me if I aborted the baby, they would kill both of us.
But how would they know, if…
I was scared, Christy screamed.
I was just so scared. She buried her face in her hands.
The room was silent for a bit.
Dwight stood, took Christy’s glass and refilled it. He placed his hand gently on her shoulder. She looked up at him. Her pitiful, small round face staring up.
Don’t you know that I was scared for you, for me?
Why don’t you finish, Dwight said. Drink this, handing her the glass.
She downed the glass quickly.
Ok, I’ll try and finish.
Christy tried to compose herself.
So, what happened then?
Gathering her thoughts, Christy pressed on with the narrative. I took the shots for the syphillus. I told them I wouldn’t tell anyone anything. They kept coming back though. You were never here, and they just kept coming back again and again. By then, I had already lied to you, work, my parents, everyone. And they knew it. They just knew I wasn’t going to tell anyone. All I could think of was, I had to protect you.
Dwight’s eyes twitched at that.
Oh Dwight, I’m not blaming you baby. Ok? I’m just saying I was trying to protect you. They would have killed you.
I understand what you are saying, go on, he said tersely.
Finally, I was getting so pregnant I couldn’t hide it anymore. They forced me to go with them. You have to understand, my only choice was to either go with them, or tell you. I was so afraid you would find out, that you would hate me. So I went with them. I stayed there for 3 months. 5 days ago, I went into labor. I spent 3 nights in a hospital in a coma, then last night in a homeless shelter. Now here I am.
Christy finished her glass. Dwight was nearly finished with his. He sat, stoic, deadly silent. Was he trying to understand what he had heard?
He would just say nothing.
Dwight, please say something. Say anything.
You did all of that, for me? To protect me?
Yes, yes I did.
You lied, let men climb on you, fuck you, then you lied to me again, all to protect me?
The anger behind those words was clear.
Well, I guess that’s all I have to say Dwight.
Christy stood, setting her glass aside. She was a bit wobbly, quite easily understood, after all she had been thru. You can file for divorce. I won’t fight anything. I guess I don’t deserve anything from you. I’ll just show up and sign anything you want me to.
As she walked past Dwight, he reached out to her. His hand found her arm, gently holding her there. Slowly rising in his chair, his eyes met hers. She searched in his eyes. Looking, praying for some sign of love, kindness.
I missed you so much, she sobbed to him.
His fingers slipped under her chin, lifting her face back to his.
I missed you too baby. So very, very much.
His hand slid down her arm, finding her hand. His fingers gently closed in hers. Slowly he led her to the bottom of the stairs. Christy stopped.
Dwight, are you sure? Are you really sure?
He gave no answer. Just led her up the stairs. Christy’s head was swimming. She was dizzy. Was this really happening? She could barely feel her feet. She had to lean on Dwight when they got to the top of the stairs. Resting her head on his shoulder, Dwight led Christy to the bedroom.
She had to ask one more time, just to make sure this was real.
Dwight, are you sure about this?
Christy, I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.
His hand locked around her throat. Christy’s mind reeled. She tried to tell him he was being too rough, but gagged on the words. Dwight jerked Christy towards him, his mouth to her ear.
Did you really think I would bed a whore like you? He hissed. How could you POSSIBLY think I would let a slut like you back in my life.
Christy felt her body flying, landing on the bed. First her right hand, then her left were jerked up, tied to the bed post. Then each ankle.
W-w-w-what are you doing? Dwight…?
She felt her white polo pullover being ripped open. Her full breasts screamed in pain as his fingers slid into her bra, rending the fabric.
Not too rough, she heard in a thick french canadian accent. She must be unharmed.
Glancing towards the bed, Christy saw Jaques, followed by Angela, walking into the bedroom.
W-w-what are you doing? Someone help…
Christy’s pleas were cut short.
He walked in, trailing Angela.
It was Tyrone.
YOUUUUUUUU!!!
Christy’s scream was filled with hate. Her mind was just so clouded, she could not understand what was going on. She felt her grip on conciousness losing its tenuious grip.
That shit you gave me works well, Tyrone, Dwight said with glee in his voice. She’s weak as a kitten and fading fast.
Christy couldn’t take her eyes off Tyrone. What was he doing here? Why now? What was going on?
Our client will be here soon. She must be prepared, gushed Jaques.
Client? What the hell was he talking about? Christy could not even form the words of protest. What was wrong with her? What was Dwight talking about? Prepared? Prepared for what? Her mind raced, but her thoughts were uncontrollable. Why couldn’t she concentrate?
You remember me baby?
Christy’s soul froze at hearing Tyrone.
She felt his cold, cruel, powerful hands slip inside her jeans, pulling them down. Oh God no, please not this. No more of this. Christy tried so hard, she really did. She wanted to protest. Wanted to scream in outrage. Give voice to her anger. All she could manage was to mumble, spit in protest. Her panties slid away with her jeans. Someone was pulling her shoes and socks off. Angela? What was she doing? Why were she and Jaques here?
She was naked on the bed. Lying fully exposed. A cold numbness was slowly taking her body. The chill seemed to be working from her feet, up her legs, throughout her body. Cold, numb, no longer able to control her extremeties.
Tyrone made no attempt to hide his pleasure, as he opened his pants. His member was larger than she remembered.
He was stroking it. Betchu’ remember this too, don’tcha bitch.
All Christy could manage was to feebly shake her head no. Her eyes begging for mercy.
There was none here.
Tyrone climbed on the bed. On his knees, between her legs, his free hand roughly massaging Christy’s clit. His thick thumb slid inside her. Christy’s pussy was still stretched from having given birth just a few days prior. However, Tyrone’s thumb violating her dry pussy still made her wince in pain.
Yeah, you remember this, I jus’ know you do.
He plowed his rod into her. A vicious assault. He thrust into her again and again. Christy’s body locked in pain. Crying for relief, but there was none to be given. His cock was sawing in and out of her. Filling her pussy, again.
Was this hell?
Had she died and gone to hell?
Dwight leaned toward’s Christy’s face. She glanced over. Her eyes begging for him to stop this.
Are you protecting me NOW bitch? Are you doing this for ME?
Christy’s heart broke into little pieces. What was she going to do now?
Tyrone was steadily pounding her now. His fingers were stroking her clit, in unison with each thrust. Her body reacted, as it always did for Tyrone. Her pussy fairly gushed. Wave after wave of orgasm spilled over her. Groans escaped her lips, as Tyrone grunted. Ramming his cock fully into her. She vaguely felt his balls slapping her bare ass as he hammered each time. Tyrone slid his hands under Christy’s ass, squeezing it. Her body responded in kind. Though stretched, her pussy closed around his rod, puckering to milk him. The pussy hissed each time he pulled his cock away, leaving only the tip inside. Then slurped when he rammed it back in. She felt his cock spew cum inside her. Coating the inside with warm, thick goo. He pulled out, Christy’s pussy sealed around his cock, squeezing every drop of cum from him. She couldn’t help it, biting her lower lip, moaning. He had always been able to get that reaction from her.
How did you like it? Does it usually turn you on so much to "protect" me, Dwight said, his voice dripping with cruel sarcasm. Christy was nearly paralyzed. It’s good to know you love me so much that you’ll cum for any dick rammed into your whore pussy. Oh, and Tyrone here tells me how much you LOVE sucking dick. Let’s find out.
Dwight stood, opening his pants. Terrified, Christy glanced around, seeing Jaques, Angela and Tryone all gathered around, watching the scene with obvious satisfaction. He reached over, grabbing Christy’s hair by the back of her head, pulling her face towards his hardened cock.
This is what you like? This is what you want? Great, here it is.
He rammed his cock into her mouth. Filling her cheeks with his meat, sliding her head back and forth. Christy was in such a state, she could do nothing about it. She tried to pull away, with no luck. She tried to close her mouth to keep him out, and couldn’t. She even tried to bite down in a fit of anger, to no avail. Dwight was obviously enjoying himself immensley. His cock was reaching the back of her throat, gagging her. And Dwight could not care less. If anything, that only made it better. Christy was helpless and everyone here knew it. Everyone here was loving it. Just when she thought it could get no worse, she felt Dwight’s leg muscles tense. She knew what was coming. But knowing wasn’t enough. His cock spewed jet sream of goo after jet stream. The thick soup fired into her throat, cutting off her breath. She coughed. Still more cum. It filled her throat. In trying to catch her breath thru her nose, she ended up gagging the cum thru her nose. The creamy ooze coated her mouth, her throat.
Finally, he jerked her head back. Mercy had nothing to do with it, he was just thru using her face as a fucktoy. Christy’s head rolled back, Dwight’s cum still bubbling out of her nose. A stream trailed from the tip of his cock to her lips. The stream broke, pooling up on her cheek, drying there. All she could do was lie there.
Dwight stood, pulling his pants back up. And to think, for all the times you never would do this for me. All I had to do was just treat you like the cum-sucking slut you are.
My God, this was hell. Christy wasn’t sure, but thought she was crying.
There are headlights pulling into the driveway, Jaques said suddenly. He paused. It’s them. Angela, you go and get Christy’s little surprise, we shall go down and meet our clients, Jaques ordered.
Normally, Angela would have been offended. Wasn’t she as much a partner in this as the others? But in this case, she was really going to enjoy herself.
The men headed down the stairs, while Angela left the room, only to return a moment later with something in her arms. Christy couldn’t make it out. At least, not until she heard the baby cooing.
I have a surprise for you.
No, it couldn’t be. How could they…?
Angela laid the baby on Christy’s chest.
The…white baby?
What the hell?
Why the surprised look, Christy? See, Dwight ran into your little lesbian friend. He even took her out. Got her drunk and she told him EEEEEVERYTHING!! That’s how we found out as much as we did. All he had to do then was just find Tyrone. Didn’t take them too long to hatch this little scheme. Tyrone sent your favorite nigger lover, Dexter, to fetch Teasha and the baby. They took the baby, then buried them. Together for eternity. Wasn’t that sweet of them?
Christy couldn’t care less if Teasha was dead. She deserved to die, the more horrible death the better. But Dexter? He was still just a boy. It was odd that this would affect her so much.
The baby instinctively reached out, taking a nipple in its mouth to suckle. Even with no teeth, Christy never knew a baby could hurt her so much. Her eyes bore down on the baby, not understanding how this could be.
Doesn’t he look like Dwight? I think he has his eyes. Don’t you?
Christy’s eyes flared, that was impossible. Dwight COULDN’T be the father, could he?
Looks like you underestimated your husband. That’s a bad habit you’ve got, Angela said.
Leaning down to Christy, to make sure only Christy could hear her, she whispered, I have learned he is VERRRRY impressive. Giving Christy a naughty wink. Angela paused for a moment, allowing the thought to sink in.
Yes, dear Christy. I’ve gotten used to taking care of your husband, after you abandoned him to be a whore.
The sound of the men downstairs was getting louder. They were coming up the stairs. Who was this? What was going on?
Oh, before they get back up here, I just wanted to let you know that not only will I PERSONALLY take care of Dwight, I’ll be taking care of the baby too. Angela reached over, lifting the child from Christy’s chest.
This was beyond cruel.
I will be the only mother Dwight Jr. will ever know. Angela ended with an evil cackle.
The room was suddenly full of men. Strange men Christy had never met. What was going on? One of them reached over, using his knife to cut her wrists free, then her ankles. Somehow, Christy knew they weren’t doing her a favor. He slid his hand between her shoulders, lifting her. A leather collar was fastened around her neck. Another leather strap was tied around her wrists held behind her back, then another around her ankles. Christy’s legs were bent back. A longer leather strap was fastened to the strap on her ankles, then thru her wrist restraints. The buckle was then clipped to the lead on her collar. It was tightened, leaving her completely hogtied.
The man tying her stood, surveying the room. It is good that the merchandise is in such good shape. Well worth the money we paid for it. His eyes fell on Angela as he said the last part. She was uncomfortable.
Jaques had been the final piece to this puzzle. He alone could introduce Dwight, Tyrone and these men. She had never liked them, and even though she too was to profit from this, was decidedly uneasy around them. They were cruel animals.
Is all in readiness, asked their leader.
Yes, we are ready, answered Jaques.
Let us begonne then.
Holding Dwight Jr. in her arms, Angela took Jaques arm. Leaning in to whisper to him. Jaques baby, is it really necessary that I go too?
Oh yes, we must all go. You were such a valuable part of this.
Angela paused a moment, trying to think of a good reason to be able to stay. She had no desire to have anymore to do with this, past the money, and of course, past waking up next to Dwight. Unfortunately, she was at a loss. She would have to go because that was the plan that Jaques and Dwight had laid out for her.
The last one out the door, Angela looked from vehicle to vehicle. Dwight called her over, taking Dwight Jr. from her and putting him in the carseat. Christy’s limp body was being lifted into a trailer, hooked to the SUV the clients were driving. It looked more like a livestock carrier than anything else. She was tossed in to roll around on the hay. At this time of night, there would be no one to be a witness. Besides, the final exchange was to take place way out in the sticks. Angela never understood why it couldn’t just be done here. Oh well, Jaques and Dwight seemed to know what they were doing.
Ummmmm…looks like we didn’t allow for enough room in the vehicle. You’ll either have to ride with them, or in the carrier with Christy.
The clients had made no secret of the fact that to them, all women were property. And as such, were to be taken, bartered, traded and sold. Cold, evil men that Angela couldn’t stand to be around for long.
Ummmmmmm… Do I really have to go, Angela asked?
Jaques gave her a disapproving look.
Ummmmmmm… I guess I’ll just ride in the carrier.
This became all the more interesting, because as the truck hauling the trailer jerked forward, Christy seemed to be coming too. Were the drugs wearing off already? Quickly leaving the exclusive neighborhood, they pulled onto an old highway. There were no other cars. Christy began to moan. The headache caused by the drugs was dreadful.
W-w-w-where am I?
W-w-what is going on?
As best as she could, Christy tried to look around. To get an eye on her surroundings.
Why am I…?
Well hello there, SLUT! Angela said spitefully.
If she were going to have to be back here, she might as well enjoy it.
What is going on?
YOU are being taken to your new owners. I am going to be extremely wealthy.
Angela? What is going on? Why are you doing this?
Like I said, to be wealthy. Oh, and for your husband, AND your baby.
Is that really my baby Angela? Tell me please. I have to know.
Oh yes. It’s the baby you and Dwight made. Or rather, it WAS your baby. I’ll be there for him, AND for his father.
What do you mean that I am about to make you wealthy?
Hmmmmmmm… Let’s just say, that you’ll be providing for Dwight, and Dwight Jr. of course, twice.
Christy was still struggling to catch up.
First, from the money that is made from selling you. That actually turned out to be a pretty penny. Jaques arranged that. I was the one that came up with the 2nd payoff. See, I suggested that Dwight make sure that you were…"properly" insured. We’ve managed to have over 3 million dollars in life insurance coverage placed on you. All we have to do now, is release the information about what you’ve been doing and where you’ve been. Then wait until the police declare you dead, then all that money goes to Dwight. Oh, and I WILL be there to help him collect.
The truck seemed to slow, making 1 last turn.
Please Angela, don’t do this. You can have all the money, you can even have Dwight. But please don’t do this. Just let me take my baby and I will leave for good.
Angela cut her off, waving her hand. Save it. I can get all of that, AND the satisfaction of seeing you hauled off in an airplane, whisked off to your new home, your new owner.
Christy struggled for someway to convince Angela to aid her. She didn’t know Jaques that well, Dwight and Tyrone were a waste of time.
The truck slowed to a stop. The men got out, as Dwight pulled his car along side.
All the men got out, and were huddled off to the side, out of earshot of Angela.
Ummm… Guys? If you’d be so good as to open up here please? They ignored her.
Jaques? Dwight?
They had their backs to her, ignoring her.
Finally, Tyrone left the huddle, approaching the carrier. Not enjoying the accomodations?
No, and I’d like to get out of here. And be quick about it.
Angela had never particularly cared for Tyrone. He was necessary, but more and more she saw him as being more of a pest than a help.
Well now, that weren’t too nice.
Look, I don’t care how it sounded. Do your damned job and get me out of here.
Angela was at the back gate. Christy was still tied and would be no problem there. Why was this idiot stalling? She had her hands on the gate, and ws growing more and more impatient with Tyrone.
Jaques approached the cage.
Oh my dearest Angela. How foolish you women truly are. Did you really think that I never knew about your little affair with Dwight? That I would have ever allowed it to happen, had I not wanted it to?
An icey chill ran down her spine.
What are you saying Jaques? Get me out of here. NOW!
Jaques turned back to the car. Dwight was on the drivers side.
Dwight, help me. PLEEEEEASE!!!
He merely shook his head, smiled, waved goodbye and got in the car.
Angela felt incredible pain from her left arm. Turning to it, she saw Tyrone had her arm twisted thru the bars of the cage. His other hand was prying her wedding rings from her finger. Behind her, she heard Christy’s muffled cry as the men hauled her thru the front gate. Another set of men entered the cage. They had another set of leather straps, and were approaching her.
Dwight and Jaques slowly pulled away. Angela’s screams filled the night as they slowly rolled the windows up. Jaques gave Dwight a puzzled look.
Too cold for the baby. Also too noisey.
Jaques gave him a smile, pulling out the life insurance policy on Angela, naming him as the beneficiary.

Thankfully, Christy’s body frame did much to hide her pregnancy. Dwight was out of town so much, he had no clue if and when her period came. There were absolutely no signs during the first trimester. Even her mother was oblivious to the fact that she was soon to be a grandmother. Tyrone and his gang did little to help hide the fact that she had been so viciously raped, used and abused. It wasn’t so much that they wanted the world, and specifically her husband, to know what had happened as much as they simply did not care.
Christy was unaccustomed to that. She had been raised in a strict church enviroment. Her family always made a point of keeping family business family business. As far as the outside world was concerned, the Freemans (her maiden name) were perfectly fine and at peace in the world. Marrying Dwight was an extension of this philosophy. Put simply, Christy was drilled to maintain an aire of civility and sophistication.
The gang’s, and Tyrone’s attitude in particular, caught her off guard and she had no point of reference. At any time, she could tell Dwight. She could call the police. A trap could be laid. If Tyrone and his crew were in jail, they could do little to her. It wouldn’t even take an overt move from Christy. The nightmares were constant. Her mother, sister and friends were all loaded with a legendary level of female intuition. It would have just been so simple for someone to have found out.
Tyrone and his crew would have been in jail for most of their adult lives. She suspected even the youngest would have been tried as adults, given the severity and frequency of the assaults. She had been threatened sure. But even those threats seemed to be more of yet another way to display her helpless plight than to save themselves.
Christy did make a quick trip to the city. The big, cold, anonymous city to see a doctor. It was a large, busy place. She could give a fake name and paid cash. The exam showed she was extremely pregnant. She was expecting the results to take time, but the nurse was gone all of 10 minutes, and surely used some of that time to chat with her co-workers. There was no way to indicate at this time who the father was, but she knew it was not Dwight.
And the pregnancy was the good news.
The nurse also informed Christy (Diane Smith was the name she gave) that along with the new baby to be, she was carrying around the early stages of syphillus. Not to worry Ms Smith, a quick couple of shots of modern science’s latest wonder drugs, abstainance from sex for 2 weeks, and she would be fine. Ms Smith explained on her interview that she was no longer married, divorced as a matter of fact (the thick tan line on her left ring finger told the observant nurse that if the divorce were final, it hadn’t been for long). Ms Smith explained that she was not currently sexually active.
The nurses, in their own disinterested way, advised her of her options. They asked if she had insurance (no) and if she were interested in an abortion. Ms Smith had obviously been considering this. Unbeknownst to the nurse, while Ms Smith may have had no problem ending the pregnancy, Christy had decided before she walked in, standing on the curb as a matter of fact, that she would go term. Somehow, someway, she would have to make this work. The problem, in a nutshell, was that she was told specifically by Tyrone not to abort this baby.
He would know.
He absolutely would know.
She was not sure how, but he would know.
And, there was the little problem that Tyrone was totally in her head now. He owned her. The tragic part was that she knew it.
Dwight was her husband and she loved him with all of her heart. There was and would never be any other man to give her love to. But Tyrone had touched something in her. It wasn’t love or anything like it. It was more primal, almost animal like. Like the way a dog knows not to shit on the floor, even after the…master (?) has left for the day. The word master came suddenly to her, quickly followed by the word owner.
Physically, Christy did all she could and would do. She took the shots. The staff was just thourough enough to give her a pamplet explaining that anyone could contract syphillus, along with a wide range of STD’s. There was no shame to be attached, you simply have a disease that is easily cureable. They were actually equating it to a common cold or flu. While sitting in the coffee shop half way between the doctor’s office and home, she read the information completely. Normally, the disease, once treated, was not communicable after 2 days. But the prevailing logic was to be extra careful. No unprotected sex for 2 weeks.
At this point, this was the least of Christy’s worries. Her pussy, even her asshole, were stretched, abused and bruised. Dwight would be home in a couple of days and would try to console her. That consolation would have to stop at holding her. Dwight would of course understand, as was his way. He would be out of town, after insisting on several additional security measures.
So at this point, Christy was as far as she could go physically and in regards to her husband. She was going to have to play for time. As much as she hated thinking about it, in a perfect world, the embryo, or the fetus, would spontaneously abort. Tyrone would understand, hopefully.
It would take some time for her to realize that she was actually planning her life, based more and more, on what Tyrone thought and wanted.
In the school days following her attacks, neither Tyrone nor his crew were in class. Had they decided it was too dangerous and went into hiding? She had no clue, but came to work each day prepared for the worst, praying quietly for the best. Friday came. One week since everything in Christy’s life was stolen, taken, warped and perverted. None of the gang so much as showed their faces. Dwight held her nightly. Bless his poor wife. The damnable drifter had really put a scare into her. At least it wasn’t so bad. At least he didn’t touch her, hurt her. Her nightmares all involved skulking, dark figures hidden in the shadows. Dwight was in none of them, only the shadows. Chasing her, lusting after her. She had them each and every night. Christy woke up screaming at least once a night, then fell back to sleep. At times, she wouldn’t even realize what she had done.
Dwight’s job came calling, again.
Obviously, they were concerned enough to tell him that he could certainly take the time to see to Christy. But couched in their concern was the message while he was good, and needed, he could, and would, eventually be supplanted.
The message was not lost on Dwight.
Sensing his tension and knowing what it involved, Christy shooed him off. With a proper amount of reluctance, he left.
Christy chastised herself. First for being so overly eager for Dwight to leave. Had he sensed this? The 2nd time was as he was pulling out of their driveway. As his BMW drove away, she found herself cursing him for abandoning her.
Again.
NONE of this would have happened if…
Now that was stupid, and not fair to him. Screaming at herself, she berated herself for blaming him for what was her fault.
Her fault?
No, that’s not right either.
Who’s fault was all of this?
Monday came. Christy found herself secretly hoping for a repeat of last week. No more. Please no more. Just let me deal with what is on my plate now and I will find a way to work it out.
Keeping a wary eye throughout the day, there was no sign of the gang. As the day wore on, she was almost encouraged by how things were turning out.
Then the bell rang. Final class was beginning. 20 minutes ticked by, and she had the class to herself.
They strolled in, 1 at a time. Slowly, sauntering in like there was not a care in the world that they held on a string. And of course, there was Tyrone. The last to walk in. His headphones jamming loud enough most everyone in the class could name the tune. As he fell into his seat, kicking back in such a lazy, arrogant manner, he gave Chr isty a wink, and pursed his lips as if to blow her a kiss.
The last 20 minutes of class were a waste of time. Assigning busy work, of which the crew would have no part of, Christy did all she could to stop her hands from shaking.
The final bell rang, the class filed out.
Please just leave, she muttered to herself.
No such luck.
The other 2, the younger members of the gang, strolled in to join Tyrone and the 2 with him.
‘Sup bitch…
Caught by complete surprise, Christy struggled for what to say.
Ummmmm…there was a test given last week. I think it would be ok if you just wanted to take it this week.
Nahhhh. We done made an A on that test.
Right?
Y-y-y-yes. I recall you handed it in early. Ummmm…your absences for last week will of course be excused. I will tell the principal something.
There ya go, you gettin it.
During the course of the conversation, they slowly, deliberately, surrounded Christy. At this point, her only concern was that they would be caught.
Look, she whimpered, if you are going to do this, at least let’s not do it here. Can we please go somewhere else? If someone walks in, I won’t be able to protect you anymore. Look, we can just go to a hotel or something. I will pay for it and we can do what you want there.
Suddenly, Christy was almost proud of herself.
You right.
She smiled. She actually got Tyrone to change his mind.
We’ll go to your place. Besides, I like your bed.
Her heart sunk.
But the neighbors…
Are your goddam problem, Tyrone inerupted. Damn but you’re a stupid whore. Either here or there, he said as his cold fingers slipped inside her blouse. You pick.
Ok, she said. He had her cowed and there was no changing that.
On the way, they stopped at a local clothing store that specialized in urban styles. All on Christy’s credit card, of course. While such a prim and proper white woman shopping with bangers was odd and drew the attention of the clerk, her mouth dropped when the largest pulled the white woman to him, forcing a long, wet kiss. And when he took a couple of pairs of jeans into the changing room, with the white woman in tow…Well let’s just say she did all she could to ignore the woman’s moans eminating from the stall. On accident, the clerks eyes wandered just enough to see a pair of red silk panties at the woman’s feet. What a slut, she muttered. The rest of the crew watched all of this, including the clerk, with much amusement. Christy bought drive-thru for supper. She, of course, was to have nothing. The food was for Tyrone and his boys. Upon Tyrone’s order to take them to her place, he dug into her wallet, pulling the cash out. He paused for a moment, then decided to leave the credit cards. All but the American Express, of course. Never know when that might come in handy.
Entering the house, Dexter (the youngest who lost his cherry in her mouth that first day) had already managed to get Christy’s skirt hiked up, fumbling with his fingers, sliding into Christy’s pussy. Of course, she knew to abide this. Whatever was going to happen, was going to happen.
Dexter ran upstairs, flinging his nude body on her bed. She walked up the stairs, stepping over one piece of his clothing after another. Now trained, Christy knew what she was to do. Upon entering the room, she slowly undressed. Somewhere in her mind, a faint voice tried to tell her this was wrong. That voice was being ignored more and more these days. Dexter licked his lips in anticipation. His cock was already elevated, pointing nearly straight up. Christy crawled on the bed, lacing her fingers around his cock. It twitched to her touch. She guided it to her mouth. Kissing, licking, wetting the meat stick before sliding it fully into her mouth. She’s getting better at it, Dexter moaned to the crowd strolling thru the door. The other 4 members sat around the room, watching their youngest get the blow job of his young life. Christy even managed to swallow. His body hardened as he fired a small stream of goo into her mouth, down her throat. She almost didn’t gag. But it caught in her throat.
The young buck’s cock was still stiff. Swinging her leg over, mounting him, taking him into her pussy. Folding the lips around him, her pussy milked his cock. In the meantime, Mohamed jumped on the bed, his cock protruding from his open pants. She took it in her mouth. Dexter’s prick grew inside her, as she rode him. The days of resisting were over. Dexter nearly lost control of his bodily functions as he felt she warmth squirt his member. Lubricated, her pussy slurped each time she slid down on his shaft. The cock in her mouth grew so much larger than Dexter’s. 2 of the others joined in, content with a hand job.
As the 4 finished, Tyrone obviously wanted her to himself. They left, occupying their time digging thru the house. In no hurry, they knew they didn’t need to wreck the place. Besides, there hadn’t been time to replace much of what had been taken.
Meanwhile, Tyrone climbed on the bed. As she felt his powerful hands on her legs, she placed her hands out to stop him. She quickly explained that she was not denying him. But there was a problem and needed to tell him. Explaining what she had read in the pamphlets regarding the syphillus. Hell bitch, I know that. Who the fuck do you think gave it to you? Taking Christy’s legs over his shoulders, he drove his cock into her. Pounding again and again. Her pussy welcomed his mass now. She came for him again and again as his hands roughly milked her titts. Groaning again and again, begging him for more. She felt his muscles tighten, allowing her last orgasm to fire to mingle with Tyrone’s. Why was that now so important to her, hearing the trailing thought. Tyrone, I have to tell you something else, Christy mumbled sleepily. Rolling over and lighting up a Newport, what is it now? I went to see a doctor last week. They are the one’s that told me about the syphillus. They also told me…
She hesitated, not knowing how to say this. Since her wedding night, she had dreamed of the romantic, loving way, she would tell Dwight he was to be a father. That they were going to be a family.
Her life had taken some very serious turns.
They also said I’m pregnant. Either you or one of your friends are the father.
Shit bitch, good fucking luck trying top prove that.
Christy was actually hurt. Did he think that she was somehow looking for support?
Tyrone got up, thru with the cunt.
Christy of course had no problem with the boys taking Dwight’s Ford Expedition. They would have to have it back before he got home saturday afternoon. Not a problem, they’d be back.
And they were.
That same night.
And again, they brought company.
And again, Christy was the party favor of choice.
On one occasion, the big Latino mentioned something about Christy better be well worth the $50.00 he paid. Listening later, she heard Tyrone bargaining with another prospective customer.
He was actually selling her body.
She was his whore.

The New Teacher - The 2nd Trimester

For the 1st 3 months of her pregnancy, Christy took care of her body, as well as her baby-to-be. All the while, praying for it to end. She ate properly and made sure she was taking her vitamins. When the rare question would come up, she would successfully navigate around it. Thankfully, those questions were few and far between.
But now, she could see her belly begin to protrude. She had been officially carrying the bastard child of a black rapist for 4 months and counting. She had been so consumed by the turns her life had taken, doing her pitiful best to deal with each new day, that she never noticed that Tyrone, for all intents and purposes, really wasn’t interested in her anymore. So much so, that she realized he probably wouldn’t have cared if she never delivered the baby or not. Of course, now that she realized this, it was too late. Minus a medical emergency, no doctor would abort this pregnancy. So now she was stuck.
By the time month #5 rolled around, Tyrone hadn’t even touched her sexually for weeks, except one time to prove to some college kids that Christy was indeed, a willing participant. Even then, he only came in her 1 time. The college kids each paid their $100.00, and managed to grease her with their cum. It just wasn’t the same. Things had even gotten so bad, she got Tyrone to agree to allow her to quit her teaching job. She never mentioned this to Dwight. Adding this to the long list of things he would never, COULD never, know about his lovely bride. Besides, Tyrone added, that gave her more time to earn for him.
The only regular company she was now getting was Dexter. Over the last 5 months, he had obviously hit a growth spurt. He was easily as tall as Tyrone, and even though Christy hadn’t seen it for weeks, she was convinced that his cock was now larger than Tyrone’s. Dexter always struck her as being different from Tyrone. Though that may have been more of a crush on an older woman (and a white woman at that). He was a bit more on the gentle side. At times, he actually seemed concerned whether she orgasmed or not. Of course she had. These were rare moments though. Mainly, he filled her pussy cavity with his cum, driving her mad when he kept pounding her pussy time and again. His 2nd orgasm always took longer and came harder. As a matter of course, he finished and had her pussy quivering. The spasms were matched by the flood of her own orgasm. Most nights, Dexter would fall asleep at her house. Sometimes on her couch watching TV to all hours, other times in the bed she shared with Dwight. Thankfully, Dexter was very cognizant of the fact that he needed to be gone and stay away when Dwight was going to be home.
With Tyrone however, things had decidedly cooled. He was only interested in how much Christy could give him, and how much she could make for him. There’s was no strictly a pimp/whore relationship. He never let her forget that either.
Then, just 1 week left of her 6th month, her world changed once again.
Tyrone came to the house. Christy was expecting company, but was startled to see that only Dexter and Teasha were with him. She was further concerned when the 2 men stayed in the garage. Teasha however, grabbed her by her hair. Every other word cursing Christy, for what she had no idea. Dragging her up the stairs, Teasha set about stripping Christy of every inch of clothing. Standing in her bedroom, stark naked, with Teasha berating her with every breath. Fucking white bitch, scheming and fucking with her man.
Her man?
Who was she talking about…?
When Christy tried to ask who, Teasha interrupted her with a backhand across her cheek. Dropping Christy to her knees.
Well, I gots sumpin for your slut-ass. You gonna try THIS shit on, sees how you likes it. Skeezer bitch!
Christy could barely manage to glance up. Teasha was opening her pants.
Oh God, please not that again. Teasha’s panties were stained. The sweat, and the stain of…
Oh my God no…
It was obvious. Teasha was in the midst of a very nasty menstrual period.
Teasha, p-p-p-p-please. Don’t do this. I am begging you…
Oh, you GONNA beg awight!
Kicking her panties aside, Teasha grabbed Christy by her hair, dragging her face first into her crotch. Christy gagged. The stench was awful.
Open your god dam whore mouth and eat me bitch. I KNOW you know HOW!
Slowly, her trembling lips parted. Barely managing not to vomit, Christy closed her eyes. Extending her tongue, touching the sagging lips of Teasha’s obviously well worn pussy. She so wanted to wretch. Closing her lips, kissing the crotch. Sliding her lips thru the lips of Teasha’s pussy, Christy found the clit. Teasha thrust her hips forward, forcing better access. Christy’s face was now completely buried in Teasha’s pussy. Grinding her pussy, moving Christy’s face around, she obviously was becoming more aroused.
Teasha’s legs began to tremble.
Christy could feel the blood and bodily fluids smearing her face. Parts of it began to dry. The pasty go stuck to her, even collecting in her hair. True to her new nature, Christy submitted. Now fully sliding her tongue into Teasha, flicking her clit. Teasing her. Teasha managed to cum, mixing more bodily fluids. Christy’s face was now slick, caked.
Teasha thrust her leg to the side, knocking Christy aside. She reached into her purse, pulling out a dildo. Spreading Christy’s legs apart, her long nails digging into the flesh, Teasha cruelly rammed the dildo into Christy. Sawing it back and forth, raping her pussy with it.
Swinging her leg over, Teasha mounted Christy and sat on her face. Again, she undulated her hips, grinding into Christy’s face. Teasha began to moan. The dildo began to excite Christy. She instinctively swished her hips, taking the entire dildo in her. She felt the wave already beginning to build. The days were long since passed when Christy could only orgasm once, if at all. Now, her body would readily cum, even when played with in the shower.
She didn’t know they had company, until she heard Dexter’s voice. Fucking slut. Why you gots to be like that?
Why was Dexter angry with her…?
Oh baby, she’s good. I see what you like. I bet she even eats ass. Don’t you bitch?
All Christy could manage was a muffled reply.
She knew what she was to do.
Her long tongue slid into Teasha’s ass. Fucking it. Knowing what was expected, she reached up with her hands. Her fingers easily found the sagging pussy. Sliding in, probing deeper. Teasha came again. Her entire body shivered in pleasure. For Christy’s part, her legs spread wide, fully exposed to the men watching.
Oh FUCK! You SURE we can’t both have her Dexter?
Both? Christy silently wondered.
You’re a fucking dike-ho. I don’t want no more to do with you.
Teasha brought her hands up, caressing Christy’s belly. Well, looks like its gonna be a big baby. But if that’s all I got, that’s all I got.
She leapt up, fluids dripping. She put her panties back on.
What the hell was going on? Christy was puzzled, frightened by what may be in store for her.
Ok Teasha, Tyrone chimed in, get what’chu gots to get and move the fuck out.
Giving Tyrone a knowing wink, she grabbed Christy’s purse. Taking the $130.00 Christy had for groceries for the week, stuffing them in her sagging bra. Lessee, what else does I need? Oh yeah, turning to Christy, tugging at the diamond engagement ring and wedding band Dwight bought as a replacement for her original set "that damp drifter stole". I done hocked the others, a girl’s got bills, ya dig?
Christy didn’t even flinch. She let them slip off her finger.
You best take care of this, Teasha whispered in Christy’s ear, as she again placed her hand on Christy’s belly.
Rising, Teasha left.
Ok home’s, the bitch is all yours. With that, Tyrone turned and followed Teasha down the stairs.
Just make DAMNED sure she understands what she’s gotta do, he shouted back.
I will.
Dexter, what is going on?
He was quiet. He couldn’t even look her in the e f ace. Dexter turned and said he’d arranged for Christy to not have to whore anymore for Tyrone anymore.
What do you mean?
Christy reached out for Dexter. Her hand firmly on his arm, turning him to her.
She never saw it coming.
Dexter’s punch knocked her over the chair. She landed against the wall.
Bitch, don’t you NEVER touch me again without my permission. You best realize, if you don’t already, yo ass is MINE!
Her trembling hand beside her face to protect her from another blow, Christy stared up at him with fearful eyes.
Dexter grabbed her by her ankles, dragging her to the center of the floor.
I’m gonna teach you to cum for anything and EVERYthang!!!
Jerking his pants open, he cock rammed into her. Easily as large as the dildo Teasha used, Dexter fucked her like an animal.
At this point, he was an animal.
He pounded her again and again.
She really couldn’t help it.
Her orgasm was the most violent she’d ever had. Christy’s scream truly came from her soul. Her nails dug into Dexter’s back, clawing him. Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him all the more into her.
YESSSSSSSSSSS, she screamed.
Oh FUUUUUUUUCK YESSSSSSSSSSS!
Again and again, Dexter slammed into her.
Finally, she felt him tense. Felt his cum. He groaned.
Christy locked her body as well. Her pussy milked his rod for every single drop of cum.
She collapsed. Her entire body was limp. She couldn’t even manage to raise her arm. Her body was completely drained by Dexter’s assualt.
Dexter sat up. Just so’s you know, things have changed. You do what I say, you be awight. You don’t, I’ll sell your ass to someone badder than Tryone. Ya dig?
Y-y-y-yes, she mumbled.
W-w-w-what has changed?
First, yo ass is mine and mine alone. Don’t you NEVER fuck NOBODY but ME!
Then, that kid in there, as he pointed to the baby, that kid is Teasha’s. She said the only way she’d let me go is if she could take what she wanted from here. I said ok, then she said she also wanted the kid. But we gonna be awight. Don’t want no squawlin’ kids no way. Gonna be jus’ me’n you from now on. Now, you go get any shit you think you gonna need. We outta here.
What are you saying to me???
He grabbed her by her hair, jerking her up and throwing her over the dresser.
I TOLD you do what I SAY! Now DO IT!
Christy was fully naked, leaning over the dresser, trying to gather herself, trying to make sense of what was going on, and what she should do about it. She never heard the whoosh. Had no clue it was coming. But when the belt dug into her bare back, it was like no pain she’d ever felt before. Another lashing across the back of her legs made her hop in pain. The next lashing across the small of her back, forcing her to flex forward. Dexter pulled her away from the dresser, tossing her to the floor like the trash she now was. The belt struck across her exposed titts, causing her to scream again and again.
Finally, the beating stopped.
Now, unless you want more, pack your shit.
You got’s 30 minutes to meet me in MY Expedition (obviously the one that USED to belong to Dwight and Christy).
He marched out of the room.
For the first 10 minutes, Christy sat and cried.
So, this is what it has come to?
A 17yr old kid now owned her.
Literally.
Owned her to the point that he had actually given her baby to another woman, one that he allowed to rape and abuse her. She had little to nothing, and he was even taking that. She gave a few fleeting thoughts to calling the cops. Calling neighbors. Calling ANYONE!
But, there was no one to help her.
This was her life, such as it was, from now on.
Besides, the beating, oh the beating. She knew she could absolutely take no more.
So, she quickly set about packing her things. Amazingly, she was able to load what was left of her life in the time Dexter gave her.
He sat, stone faced and silent.
When she said she was done, he slammed the SUV into reverse, squeeling away from her house. Out of the corner of her eye, Christy saw the neighbor. The snooty old bitch was always paying too much attention to everybody else’s business. Still, Christy tried to slump in the seat quickly. Maybe the old hag didn’t have her glasses on.
Will I be coming back? Christy meekly asked.
Dexter’s only response was to speed down the road that much faster.

The 3rd Trimester

Over the previous 2 weeks, it became painfully apparent to Christy that while Dexter may or may not have feelings for her, he had much to learn about showing the tender side of himself. Though she was long past morning sickness, she was still extremely pregnant.
Dexter had delivered her to his house. His mother and her boyfriend were there, sometimes. The house, much less than she was used to, was merely a shack with a den/living room, kitchenette, bathroom that on rare occasions worked, and a bedroom. The bedroom was the exclusive domain of Dexter’s mom and live in lover. She asked only once how long they had been married. An order to mind her own fucking business was the only answer she got.
Dexter’s mom, Rosella, let it be known that while Dexter was a banger and she didn’t approve of his lifestyle (like her’s was anything to be proud of?), Christy was an intruder and was going to have to "earn her keep". This arrangement quickly turned into something like slave labor. Christy did all of the cooking, cleaning, washing, laundry, the general work around the house period.
Added to the fact that she paid for the groceries, and the times the "family" decided they needed to go shopping. The irony that she was using the credit cards provided by being Mrs. Dwight Harris, his income approving the cards, was not lost on Christy. Dwight was feeding the very people she was forced to live with.
No allowance was given for the fact that now Christy’s belly was fully extended. She was extremely pregnant. Dexter and the others simply didn’t care.
For his part, Dexter was only "home" a couple of days out of the week. While he was gone, she was made to feel anything but welcome. At least, not Dexter’s mom. Her boyfriend made no effort to hide his attraction to her. Even as pregnant as she was, he generally made a special effort to gawk at her. And catching her in compromising situations were an added bonus. The only place for her to sleep was on the foldout couch in the den. On the rare occasions Dexter was there and was in the mood, she would often see the boyfriend watching thru the cracked open door. Dexter’s mom was fully unconcious from her latest drunken binge.
On one night, 2 weeks into her 9th month, he got so bold as to walk up to the bed while she slept. She was startled awake by his fingers on her nipples, teasing them. Her breasts, acting n the impulse, began lactating. Christy quietly begged him not to touch her. Giving a dissatisfied smirk, he trudged off to the kitchen for a fresh bottle of beer and pack of smokes.
Christy decided against saying anything to Dexter about the unwanted attention paid to her.
The 5th day of the 4th week of her pregnancy, everything fell apart, again. Dexter’s mom had to go on a job interview, required of her by an obviously uncaring unemployment office. Dexter was no where to be found. Christy had just finished the dishes and was resting her swollen feet on the couch. Exhausted, she drifted off into a light sleep. She woke to find her maternity dress lifted over her fat belly, and a strange set of fingers in her pussy. She immeadiately tried to protest, to shove him away.
Now looka here girly, you want a place to stay or not. Dex’s momma is already wantin yo ass outta her house. All I gots to tell her is you opened yo legs to me, then you’se outta here. She already thinkin’ you got eyes on me.
With that, he shoved his fingers fully into her. Prying the tender flesh open further, his fingers sawing in and out of her already stretched pussy. Just as Christy was about to lodge another protest, he slid his legs over, slipping between her legs, forcing them open. She never spotted his open pants and erect penis. Ramming into her, he violated her again and again. His weight was crushing her. With no regard to the damage he might do, he thrust his hips, slamming her pussy with his meat stick.
Things quickly got worse from there.
The intense pain that wracked Christy’s body was like nothing she’d ever felt before. The agony, the mind wracking pain…
Then, she felt an incredible amount of wetness between her legs. At first, she thought the 2 of them had orgasmed together. But this was just too much. Quickly realizing her water had broken. Another wave of pain struck her. Meanwhile, her attacker ignored her, thinking he was merely causing this with his lovemaking ability. Pumping his cock into her again, he began to sweat, moaning in absolute pleasure. Just then, Dexter and his mother walked in. Mom completely came unglued. Her boyfriend immeadiately got up, claiming to be innocent of all wrong doing. Dexter slapped Christy across her face, dragging her off the couch and towards the door. His mother began slapping the love of her life, while cursing Christy’s name.
Christy, in the meantime, doubled over in pain. Labor, that HAS to be it…
I am in labor.
She tried as best as she could to tell Dexter she was in labor, but he was hearing none of it.
You fucking whore, cant go 2 days without a dick. You goddamn slut, disrespecting me in my own house, with HIM? Get the fuck out. Take you and you bastard baby and get the hell outta my life. Dont never wanna see you ever again.
Christy finally regained her senses on the curb. Dexter had drug her out of the house, down the walkway, to the curb.
And left her there…
Somewhere, a neighbor, obviously peeved at being disturbed by the white bitch screaming out there, called for an ambulance. Given the neighborhood, the ambulance arrived in record time. 45 minutes after her eviction from the house, they pulled up. Quickly deducing what was wrong, she was loaded onto a gurney and placed in the ambulance.
Searing, burning pain froze her body.
Then, after all her body had taken over the last 9 months or so, finally gave out. Sweet relief came when she passed out. She would not come too for 3 days. The hemorage caused by her latest rape nearly killed her.
White, fuzzy figures seemed to be swirling around her, when she first tried to open her eyes. Finally, they blinked open.
Well hello there, a kind voice said. We were beginning to think you’d never wake up.
W-w-w-where am I? Christy managed to hiss hoarsely.
Mercy General. You’ve been here for 3 days.
M-m-m-my baby…where is…
Oh he’s fine. Quite a handsome young man if I do say so myself.
H-h-h-he? Where is…
Oh he’s gone home with his dad. Not to worry, they haven’t been up yet, but I’m sure you know that with a new baby and all, might be hard for him to get out.
Daddy?
Why yes, the baby’s father. He showed up a couple of hours after you were brought in. Oh, and by the way, if you can manage to call him, we really need him to come back in. He was in such a rush to get your son home, he forgot to sign the release papers. Your son is ok and all, but legally, we weren’t supposed to let him leave without being signed for. So, if you could have him stop by my desk when he come’s to take you home, I will have the papers ready for you both to be released.
Did he have a message for me?
The nurse was puzzled at the question.
Message? I don’t think so.
The chatty nurse turned and left.
She had told Christy all she needed to know…
Tyrone, it had to be. Had Dexter called him? For some reason, for a moment, it was important to her to know what happened. But this only lasted for a moment.
The baby was gone.
Tyrone had taken him from the hospital while Christy was in her coma, and now Teasha obviously had received her final payment for "losing" Dexter.
And now, it was just as obvious Dexter had no more use for her.
The drugs quickly made Christy groggy. She slept for another 4 hours, only to be rudely roused from her sleep by another nurse.
Hey, you got to wake up.
Christy tried to shake off her exhaustion and the drugs.
When is your husband coming to pick you up? The doctor is ready to release you and we need the bed.
H-h-h-husband?
Yeah, when is he coming to sign you out?
I dunno, Christy mumbled, longi ng for sleep.
The nurse, not to be put off, shook her foot again. We turned your phone on, you need to call him. Get to it.
She turned and marched out.
It was dark out. Christy had lost all track of time. She had no watch, guess Teasha had that too. While glancing down at her left wrist, Christy noticed the tan line from her wedding rings was now gone. She had gotten little to no sunlight, when staying with Dexter, and there had been nothing there for months now.
The clock radio was unplugged, so it was useless. Slowly, Christy slid her legs over. Her feet dangling, reaching, finding the icey cold floor. Glancing around, the only thing there was the maternity gown she was wearing when she was brought in. Thankfully, someone had taken it and washed it. Untying the gown, Christy took time to look at her body. There was no scar. So at least they didn’t have to do a C-section. Her titts, full of useless milk, swayed.
Christy could only live moment by moment for now. She had no clue of what to do past the next 5 minutes.
Since her feet were so swollen, she had taken to walking barefoot in Dexter’s house, so there were no shoes. Bra’s were so uncomfortable, she stopped wearing them as well. Dexter also made a point of having her walk around the house with no panties.
There were a pair of hospital issue sandals. She slipped them on. She would just have to do without panties and a bra.
Peeking out of the hospital room, Christy saw that the wing was silent. Off in the distance, she heard the sound of nurses cackling about some problem or another. She slipped out of her room, turning right, away from the voices. Rounding the corner, she spotted the elevators. Still woozy, she made her way down to the lobby floor. The clock there said it was 12:03. Ok, 3 minutes past midnight.
She had no purse, no identification, and no money. Her only clothing was this dress and the shoes she stole from her room. Walking gingerly out of the hospital, into the dark city, Christy began to think.
Ok, what do I do now?
Where do I go?
Tyrone and his crew were now thru with her. They had taken so much money from her, and God only knows how much money Tyrone in particular made from selling her body. It was only now that it hit her she never saw a dime of that money. Don’t the whores on the street at least get some kind of cut?
But she was less than a whore.
Sitting on at a bus stop, waiting for a bus that she could not even afford the .50 cents to ride, Christy began to ponder her situation in the long term. Alternately thinking of the past, and what to do with the future.
She came to realize that the sluts, whores, the sleazy women she spent so much of her life looking down her nose at, were born to the life. They had the sense, the toughness, to at least make something. No matter that they would sell their bodies to anyone with a couple of bucks. They knew you only get what you demand. She never learned that lesson. She tried to make a loose estimate of how much Tyrone made off of selling opportunities to mount the "pretty white bitch". Between all the humping into her pussy, the hand jobs, the blow jobs, and especially fucking her in the ass (an extremely expensive good time), she thought he made around $1,000.00 per week for 20+ weeks. She couldn’t even remember all of them now. Only faceless blurs. Not evil, not animals, just blank faces. She would perform for them, and they paid Tyrone. Her head began to hurt. Her arm was still sore from the IV that was her only nutrition for the last 3, no, that’s 4 days now.
A faint voice that had been ignored, stilled for so long, now announced itself loud and clear. Dwight.
Where was he?
What was he doing?
Had he given her up for dead?
Had he assumed she had left him?
The note she quickly scribbled to him would have left no doubt in his mind she was leaving him. Did he think it was for another man? Christy snorted at that, remembering Dexter’s age.
Why had he not come looking for her?
Why had he not gotten the police to find her?
Because girl, you TOLD him not to. And while he might have ordinarily ignored her request, the situation would leave little doubt that she had abandoned him for the arms of another man.
In her stream of conciousness thinking, she remembered how all of this began…
That friday.
And a chilling, new thought came to her.
No, this really began because someone had taken her in a way she had secretly always wanted to be taken. At any time, she could have put a stop to all of this. A call to the police, and Tyrone and his crew would be the one’s contemplating their futures, while sitting in jail cells. She had just never wanted to. The lies she now recognized hid the fact that some part of her just did not WANT to end this.

Author of this and many other great rape stories is Scott

She had just graduated from college. Her teaching certificate was so new she hadn’t even framed it yet. Her husband’s job moved them to a new city, so the nice country school she planned to teach at was now a thing of the past. All of the better school assignments were taken so she had to take what was left. If you were being generous you would call it an urban school. In truth, it was basically a ghetto school. The students were all black and her husband was completely pissed off at having his pretty white bride spending day after day in that part of town and especially with "Those kind of kids".
She had just about gotten used to the faces of her classes when the principal knocked on her door. With him were 3 black boys. Obviously wearing gang clothes, the principal informed her that these kids were handed to him by the truant officer and they were supposed to be assigned to her class since all the others were full.
From day 1 the 3 bangers were a problem. If they even came to class, they were a constant disruption. They would arrive late and leave early. Standing up and walking out of the class at the first sign they were bored.
Finally Christy had enough. It was a friday. The last warm days of fall were upon the area and no one, not even Christy, wanted to be there but had little alternative. Sure enough, she was 15 minutes into her lesson when the 3 got up together to leave.
Slamming her hand on the desk, she screamed for the 3 of them to sit down and open their books. Giving her a defiant look, the proceded to stroll out. Blocking their exit, she advised them that they weren’t going anywhere. If they made another move to leave, she would report them to the principal. Brushing her aside, they started to walk away.
Christy gave the meanest look she knew how. Look, she advised them, this is the last class of the day and you will sit thru it. Seeing that she seemed to be making an impression on them, she decided to push her luck a little.
Since the 3 of you have seen fit to disrupt my class over the last week or so, I will disrupt your lives. You are to stay here in detention until I see fit to dismiss you. Do you understand, she yelled.
Basically blowing her off, the 3 returned to their seats. Flopping down and slumping in their chairs, they made no attempt to participate in the class.
The final bell rung and the 3 attempted to leave. Christy caught them and ordered them to return to their seats. Furious at their disrespect, Christy fully intended to make a real point of keeping them in detention until she was done grading the tests she’d given.
She was in direct disobedience to school board policy that no teacher could keep students of the opposite sex in detention without having another school official present. She knew it and at this point, she didnt care. She graded each paper deliberately, making it very obvious she was taking her time just to keep them longer.
After an hour of this, they had enough. 2 other members of their gang were waiting at the gate. Looking out the window, the bangers noticed something odd. There were no other cars in the parking lot. When they heard the firedoors slam shut, it confirmed what they were thinking. There were no other teachers or school officials in the building. Just Mrs. White-assed Bitch. And she either didnt understand that or just didn’t care.
They had all of the other teachers bullied and this bitch was making them look bad. They were accustomed to doing what they wanted, when they wanted to. The last teacher that got on his high horse learned better. The rumor was he was still in a coma and probably would never open his eyes again.
Well, this white bitch would learn better.
And she would learn better now.
With a whisper, the leader of the gang told the #3 man in the room what to do. Raising his hand, he informed Christy he needed to go to the bathroom. With a sigh, she sent him on his way, telling him to hurry back or he would be spending the rest of the week. Hurrying down the hall, into the men’s room, he waved over the remaining 2 members of their gang patient enough to chill by the gate to the school. They crawled in the window.
What’s going on? Why aint we outta here by now? Waving off their questions, he quickly informed them of what this stupid cunt was up to and what they were going to do about it. All 3 left the bathroom, making certain they didnt make any noise to alert Christy to the presence of an additional 2 players.
Returning to the classroom, Rodney, the #3 man, gave Tyrone a wink. Mission accomplished. Quickly whispering in his ear that they were just outside the room and were ready for the party to start.
Sitting back, comforted by the knowledge of what was to come, Tyrone couldn’t hold back the evil grin.
‘Yo teach, he yelled. When you gonna let us outta here?
As I have told you 4 times now, you will leave when I say you can leave. Giving her voice an inflection of sarcasm to drive home the point.
Well we’re ready to go now. All 3 stood up, began to slowly stroll towards the door. Immeadiately launching herself between her students and the door, Christy was now confident that she had these 3 cowed and while she wouldn’t push her luck much more, she was determined to make sure they knew they could leave only when she said they could. You 3 sit back down. If you will stay put for another 10 minutes, you can go.
Yeah well we gonna leave now.
No you are not.
Tyrone in particular was much more aggresive this time. He didnt even slow down. Instinctively backing towards the door to maintain a safe distance from him, she held her hand up to try and block him.
The hand that clamped over her mouth had an iron grip. It caught her by complete surprise, and at first she didnt quite understand what was happening. Another set of powerful hands shoved her back into the room, into Tyrone’s arms. Grabbing her by her shoulders, he flung her stunned body to the side. Her head striking the corner of her desk. Due to the suddeness of the attack and her dazed stated from hitting her head, she couldnt quite grasp the severity of her situation. Trying to regain her senses, she shook her head, trying to figure out what was happening. Managing to lift herself up onto her hands and knees, she nearly succeded. Someone had snuck up behind her? Shoved her down?
A foot met her ass, shoving her back down to the ground. This time she was almost prepared. She did manage to get her arm between her head and the desk, but she still lost her breath from the force of the shove. Glancing back, not only did she see the 3 seniors that not 2 minutes before she was convinced she had authority over, but now there were 2 others. Younger, maybe 15-16. Also black and wearing the same colors.
Who are you 2 and what are you doing in here, she demanded.
We was told there was gonna be a party in here and we thought we’d join it.
The evil smiles on the 5 faces all around her and the emphasis on the word party finally made all of this real to her. Christy was in trouble now. Serious trouble. And she was now struggling to find a way out of it.
Now look. You boys have no business here and you need to leave.
Now.
The only response was for the youngest, Eddie, to walk over to the door. Closing and latching the deadbolt shut. Pulling the key out of the lock, dropping it into his pocket.
Christy was locked in this suddenly very small room with these 5 and her only exit was just denied to her.
You’re going to get into a lot of trouble, so the best thing for you to do is leave. If you leave now, I promise I wont report any of this, but only if you all leave now.
The 5 slowly surrounded her.
What makes you think you gonna be able to report anything…bitch.
Tyrone’s words were like an ice pick to hear heart. She was in deep shit now, and she knew it. The problem was they knew it also.
Why had she put herself in this situation. No one else was in the school, they wouldnt be this bold if there were. She was now left to her own devices to tr y a nd get out of this.
What do you want?
Money?
I have cash in my pur se.
Turning towards her desk, she saw that her purse was already being emptied onto the desk. Mohamed, the #2 man in the gang, was digging thru it. Pulling out her wallet, retrieving the $1,200.00 she had taken out at lunch to pay for this months rent. Her mind raced down 5 avenues at once. Oh God, now we wont be able to pay rent and we may get thrown out. Dwight, her husband, hated the fact that she preferred to handle such business in cash and now she knew why. The cash was stuffed into Mohamed’s pocket.
Ok, you have my money, now just leave and we’ll leave it at that. I swear I wont report any of you.
Oh you got more than cash bitch, and we here to collect.
Another chill struck her soul.
W-w-w-what do you mean, she stammered.
You gonna see.
Feeling a hand with a powerful grip taking her left wrist, she felt grubby, filthy fingers pawing at her watch. It wasnt much of a watch. It was her birthday present from her husband, maybe cost all of $50.00. Still she struggled against the grip for a moment. Then relaxed her arm. Resigning herself to the fact, maybe even hoping for the fact, that maybe they just wanted to rob her and intimidate her.
They’d certainly managed to do that and she would let them know it.
The watch was difficult to open from that angle, so she slowly reached over and opened the clasp. There ya go, Mohamed said, now you gettin it. Almost on cue, she felt a hand reach up to take the heart-shaped diamond necklace from around her neck. Her left hand now freed, she reached up and unclasped it as well. Falling into his open palm. Slowly he withdrew his hand, brushing against her breast. Catching her breath at the touch, she did all she could to suppress her mounting fear and panic.
Without even being told, she reached up, removed the diamond stud earrings from her lobes, handing them over as well.
You holdin out on us bitch. You gonna pay for doin that.
I’m not holding out, she whined. All that I have left are my credit cards. You can go into my wallet and have them. If you want me to, I’ll write a check for all I have in the bank. There’s not much there because I cashed my husbands last check and you have that cash now.
We done got your credit cards and you can keep your fuckin check. You holdin out.
No I’m not, Christy insisted.
I don’t have anything else except for…
They eyes glancing down to her left hand told her what they were talking about.
Oh God please no.
I’ll do whatever you want, just please let me keep my wedding rings. I’ll give you whatever you want. You really havent done anything to me and this can all stop here. I can tell my husband that I was mugged. He’ll belive me. I’ll say it was white kids. I swear. Please don’t do this.
They meant so much to her. She and Dwight spent 2 months just finding her engagement ring. They spent a small collective fortune having their wedding bands crafted special. During all of Dwight’s trips out of town, when she was feeling alone and blue, she would gently touch the rings, remembering what it felt like when Dwight slipped them on her finger at their wedding. Every single friend she had was positively green with envy. They were the most precious thing she owned. She literally hadnt taken them off since Dwight slipped them on. If she was doing dishes or anything else that might get them messy or damage them, she wore thick gloves to protect them. In short, they were the most important symbol of the absolute love of her life.
And all of this meant absolutley nothing to the animals that now had her trapped here. If anything, it seemed to bring more joy to them. The fact that she was suffering so.
A filthy black hand reached out towards her left hand. She pulled it back, hiding it behind her. P-p-p-please…
Anything but that…
Anything huh? Tyrone picked up on that quickly.
Too quickly, Christy realized.
What had she just done?
Tell ya what bitch, you cooperate with us, and you get to keep’em. You don’t, we gonna fuck you every hole you got then we gonna cut your finger off and take your rings.
C-c-c-c-c-cooperate?
She’d really done it now.
Feeling a hand on her ass, she trembled.
And Tyrone had just told her in no uncertain terms that she may not even live thru this if she didnt do what she was told. Silently, privately to herself, I’ll just do what I have to, get out of this. Clenching her left fist, subtlely touch the rings, telling Dwight how much she loved him in her heart of hearts, hoping he would forgive her.
Giving a quick, timid head shake, agreed to Tyrone’s terms.
The hand on her ass slipped down, lifting her skirt. Another set of hands began roughly unbuttoning her blouse, not paying much attention to the buttons that were popping off, clicking on the cold tile floor. Her slip was yanked off, taking her panties and panty hose as well, leaving both stretched with small tears. Her now bare ass was chilled.
Quickly, the nasty, stubby fingers were probing her dry pussy. Poking and prodding, making her wince in pain. In the meantime, her blouse was yanked off of her, tossed into a corner. The white bra was lifted over her ample breasts. The 2 youngest were groping them, pinching her nipples. They rolled the nipples between their thumb and forefingers, with no regard to the amount of pain they were causing.
Suddenly, each of the younsters latched their mouths onto her breasts, sucking, clamping their teeth on the now erect nipples. Each of the teenagers had teeth missing, allowing the nipple to slip in the gap between the teeth. Using their hands, they began to mimic a milking motion, causing her nipples to grow even more firm.
Hands on her waist lowered her to her knees. The fingers probing her pussy now forced their way in deep enough that the entire fingers were now pistoning in and out. Christy moaned in pain at all of this pawing. She wasnt sure if their reaction was because they were glad she was in pain, or if they actually thought she was beginning to enjoy this. A 2nd finger then a 3rd then a 4th rammed in and out of her.
Suddenly feeling someone sliding between her partially open legs, forcing them open further, Christy looked down to see Tyrone. His pants and torn underwear were pulled down, revealing his erect cock, standing at full attention. What was he doing…?
Feeling someone standing directly behind her, reaching around and also groping her breasts, then felt her body being lifted slightly. Suddenly realizing what they were doing when she was shoved down onto Tyrone’s cock.
In a flash, a horrifying thought crossed her mind. She and Dwight were just recently trying to start a family so she had gotten off birth control pills 2 months prior. That thought was matched then exceded when she quickly realized she had her last period about 2 weeks prior. Even without the benefit of the pill to control her cycle, you could set a watch by her body. She was that regular. She was now fertile and she knew it. Dwight had been having a hard time at work recently so the 2 of them hadnt done anything more sexual than kissing in the last 4 weeks.
Stop, Christy screamed.
Please stop.
But it was too late, in his excitement, Tyrone had already shot off one load of cum and was working on his 2nd.
Dear God in heaven, why is this happening?
The hands under her arms were squeezing her breasts so hard she was already showing the marks. At the same time, she was being lifted then forced down on the cock. Now you do it bitch, or else. Resigned to her total defeat, Christy complied. Mechanically sliding up and down Tyrone’s shaft.
The hands left her breasts, sliding up to her face. Almost numb from all that was happening to her, it took a moment for Christy to realize the fingers were slipping into the corners of her mouth, forcing it open. It took her seeing the youngest, the 16yr old, standing in front of her, his uncircumcised penis bobbing in her face to realize what was next on the list of humi liation she must now endure.
The quivering hips knifed the penis into her mouth, swelling at the touch of her ample lips. Use your fucking tounge cu nt, he gets to lose his cherry today, Mohamed grunted. Slowly at first, then quicker, she began to swirl her tongue around the head of the cock. Deeper and deeper it stabbed into her face.
Then she felt her arms being pulled apart. Glancing over, she felt the cocks in her tender hands. Forcing them up and down, jerking them off. The cocks grew at her touch. As of yet, she hadnt quite realized she was having to satisfy 4 rapists at the same time.
This didnt occur to her until she felt Mohamed removing his fingers from her mouth. Sliding down her back. It was all Christy could do to be oblivious to what was being done to her.
Even that failed when she felt Mohamed’s hands on her ass. Lifting it a bit. The tip of his swollen cock penetrated her virgin asshole. Suddenly all of it hit her at once. They were using her. She wasnt a teacher. She wasnt a woman. She wasnt even a human to these animals. She was meat, a toy for their amusement. The cock in her mouth muffled her scream of agony as the cock drove deeper and deeper into her tight, dry asshole. She heard a strange sound, then realized Mohamed was spitting on his cock to lubricate it. With a final thrust, he achieved maximum penetration.
The cock in her mouth was in so deep his balls were bouncing off her chin.
Tyrone’s cock was so deep in her that her pussy was actually responding to the stimulation, making her wet.
Each of her hands were filled with black cocks growing more and more.
And now, finally, Mohamed was violating the place Dwight had never even thought of going.
And there was nothing she could do about it.
The cock in her mouth was the first to fire. Jets of warm goo filled her mouth. She didnt even have to be told she had to swallow. Doing all she could not to gag, she gulped wad after wad of 16yr old cum, swallowing it. The warm goo was thick and sticky in her throat, making it hard for her to breath.
Then the 2 cocks she was jerking off began to fire. Each made sure they were aiming their cocks directly into her face. Streams of warm creamy goo struck her in her hair. Drying and thickening on contact. The streams ran into her face. Coating her face in a sheen of cum. The cock in her mouch kept pumping more and more cum into her mouth, to the point some of it backed up into her nose.
A quick glance over showed that while the cocks in her hands were still cumming, the jets were now gone. Just a steady flow of creamy goo ran over her fingers. Noting for a moment that the rings she was trying so hard to hang onto were now coated. This seemed to offened her, humiliate her even further.
Then Mohamed’s body locked, his hips surged one more time, then she felt the burning sensation of his cum coating the stretched and torn flesh of her asshole. Then finally, Tyrone shot his last wad into her. Filling her now soaked pussy.
All at once, Christy realized that she had come all over Tyrone and he was loving it. Loving the fact that he’d completely and truly broken this lilly white bitch.
At least 3 sets of hands, maybe all 5, tossed her aside. The message was loud and clear. They’d had sport with her, then had fun with her, broke her, and now she was no longer worth their while.
They began joking and comparing notes as they dressed, totally ingoring her.
Christy curled into a ball, thankful for the return of the numbness. The pain, the anger, the overwhelming sense of humiliation, would come later. For now, she simply managed to not think, not feel, show no awareness of her surroundings.
Grabbing Christy by her hair, Tyrone lifted her face so he knew he had her full, undivided attention.
Listen bitch, you say shit to anyone that this was us,
we gonna let you watch us do this to your husband, then we gonna leave the 2 of you dead, you got me?
Nodding her head yes, she knew they were telling the truth. These animals probably did this 2-3 times a month and were still on the street. She would just say it was white kids that she couldnt identify.
She was doing her best not to even remotely consider the ramifications of her now being possiblly pregnant.
Ok bitch, we gotta run, see ya monday…
She heard them laughing as the walked towards the door.
No, they wouldn’t see her monday, or any other day.
She wasnt sure how she would arrange that or explain that just yet, but she would never, ever see them again.
Suddenly, she heard footsteps approaching her. Oh God, no more, please no more. It was the 16yr old to whom she’d given the blowjob. An odd thought danced across her mind, didnt they say he lost his cherry with me? He leanded down and spoke softly to her. Tyrone said you still owe me for what we did for you. Reaching down, grabbing her hand, she felt her rings being pried off of her finger. In her abused state, she couldn’t even manage to do more than mumble a feeble plea for him to leave them. Tyrone promised, she whined.
Yeah, he said you’d say something about that. He lied. He does that a lot. One thing he ain’t lying about, you best be here monday. Said he’ll come looking for you if you aint here.
Curling back into her protective ball, Christy mumbled the phrase I will be back, please dont hurt me, I will be back, please dont hurt me…

Part deux

Christy’s husband was ever the hard worker. She knew he was out of town for several days. After Tyrone and his gang left, she laid curled for several minutes. Each time she began to feel her strength and any semblance of will return, she would hear a sound. Cowering back in the corner of "her" classroom (what a joke that now was, obviously she was no more in control of what happened here than she was the weather), she finally managed to stop trembling. Her sobs subsided.
Slowly, almost mechanically, she began to put herself back together. Her lips were sore and bruised. And they were in better shape than her other 2 holes. Her body screamed in rage and agony with each move. The sun had set, and in the dusk, she felt chilled. Finding first the remnants of her silk blouse, the sleeves and back were in good enough shape. Incredibly, there were 3 buttons still attached, just enough to hold her top shut. Her bra was hanging on the door, the knob protruding thru one of the cups, ruining it. Her skirt, though torn, was in good enough shape to be used, her belt holding it in place. She found one of her shoes.
Enough, I’ve found enough, she said quitely to herself. I need to get out of here. This was all a nightmare. A horrible, awful dream. Limping down the hall, listening for the faintest sounds of her attackers. She peeked out the door to the parking lot. Obviously, the school system did not think the lights were enough of a priority. It was pitch black. She scrambled as quickly as she could. The rocks cut into her exposed heel and she never made a sound or slowed. Just get to the car. I’ll be safe.
At the car door, she nearly paniced. She couldn’t find her keys. There, in all the jostling of her purse, the keys had just been dropped into another pocket.
The drive was quick and basically uneventful. She passed a couple of police cars. She gave a thought to waving the first down. But he passed, and by the time she met the 3rd, all she wanted was to get home.
The trip home was normally over an hour, but that was with rush hour traffic. She made it in 45 minutes. Pulling into her driveway, she opened the garage door and pulled in so quickly she nearly ran thru the back wall. Keying the door closed behind her, she felt sanctuary for the first time in hours.
Her body fairly shook with her sobs.
It all happened.
It really happened.
Finally glancing at the clock, she noted that she had been crying there for 20 minutes. Collecting herself enough, she got out of the car. Her trembling, abused legs got her to the door and the couch in the den next to the garage. Burying her face in the couch, she again began crying.
No other man had ever touched her but her husband. They had been high school sweethearts. Her husband to be had originally tried to bed her. But her strict religous upbringing triumphed. And he grew to love her all the more for it.
Now that was all gone.
5 black men, CHILDREN actually, had taken that from her forever.
She glanced up to the 8 X 10 framed picture of the newlywed couple. Without meaning to, her eyes trailed to her left hand. The tan line left by her wedding rings stood out in stark contrast to her tanned skin.
What will I do?
What will I say?
Will he leave me?
Her musings were rudely interrupted by the flashing light of her answering machine. Her trembling hand reached over, pressing the Play button.
Her mother was first. Christy deleted it without listening it. There were a couple of other calls. The deacon’s wife called, asking if she would be able to teach the Sunday school class since she was sick and unable to attend. Well good luck to you and your class, she snorted almost sarcastically. I think I can beat your cold.
The next message started. It was the landlord. He was a bit peeved because he had waited at his office till well after 5pm to receive the rent payment. He understood if Christy got held up, but she could at least have called to say she couldn’t make it. It was a good thing they had been so prompt on their rent payments, the landlord went on. Call me and let me know when the rent would be paid.
That would just have to wait.
The next voice was her husband’s. His voice was warm, comforting. She closed her eyes, imagining he was here, holding her. Playing his message over and over just to hear his voice. Finally, for the first time since Tyrone and his friends introduced her to the worst hell she could imagine, she had a few moments of peace. His voice warmed her heart. She relaxed back on the arm of the couch, not realizing she had let the machine play on to the next message. His voice was a dagger of ice to her heart.
Yo bitch, saw you nearly stop to talk to the cops. You best keep our little secret. Remember, we can, and WILL, get to you. But this time, you get to see us break your husband in. He’ll be my personal bitch, then after we’re thru fucking him, we gonna show him what kinda good time you gave us. Then we leave you both for dead. I’ll personally gut him. You get to watch him die, before we do you permanent. And remember, you best have your white ass in class monday morning.
She screamed.
The sound of it echoing thru her "sanctuary" actually scared her.
She rushed upstairs, slamming her door shut and locking it. Dwight would not be home until wednesday or thursday of the following week. Obviously, she could call him and he would be home that very night, if possible. This presented a real problem for her.
Dwight would be furious, screaming that he begged her not to work there. His job made more than enough for them to live on. Dwight was many things. He really was a wonderful provider, a kind man, giving her his love freely. He was a gentle lover. Unfortunately though, he was never the most athletic man. In high school, he was regularly the butt of pranks. And when other’s tried to take his place at her side, he never reacted well. On one particular incident, even a 2nd stringer on the baseball team soundly beat him. Dwight was so ashamed. But she pooed his protests, kindly nursing him back to health. For all of his good qualities, Dwight was a small, weak man physically. Made all the worse by his temper and jealousy of his lovely wife.
He was simply no match for even the youngest. And collectively, they could and WOULD do what they threatened.
The memory of their last lovemaking teased her mind. Poor man, Dwight was so exhausted, he was barely able to manage a semi-erection. They both so wanted a baby…
Baby!
Oh God, PLEASE don’t let me be pregnant. If only Tyrone were white, maybe, just MAYBE, she could have passed it off as Dwight’s. But no, he was as black as coal. She just couldn’t be pregnant. The very thought was abhorent to her.
She eventually nodded off with thoughts of what to do reigning chaos in her mind and heart.
The morning sun woke her. It was saturday and she had nothing really planned. Her mother was expecting her to go shopping for the house. Just imagine, somewhere, someone actually cared about drapes and linen patterns.
She called her, no mom, I’m not feeling well. She actually almost laughed when she said it. Not feeling well somehow just didn’t cover it. Anyway, that was covered.
In the night, she finally decided what to tell Dwight. First things first, she cleaned up. The bruising was actually not as bad as she thought it would be. Using an entire tank of hot water, she almost felt clean again. Still, once in a while, she could still feel the hands on her.
She called the local constable.
Could he please come out as soon as possible. Something awful had happened. A white man, probably a drifter, had broken into the house and robbed her.
No, she was fine, he never hurt her, but she needed him to come out.
The next call was to Dwight. She had enough time to actually nearly believe the lie she told him. The drifter robbed her, but she was fine. The constable was on his way and there was nothing he could do. Just finish his trip and come home soon.
At least she got to tell him she loved him, and he would be home wednesday, come hell or high water.
A quick call to the deacon’s wife, apologizing for not being able to help with her class. She was now getting good at giving the story of the fabled drifter that was so cruel as to rob her. No, I am fine, she lied again. No need to come out, especially since she was not feeling well herself.
The constable was suitably upset. Bad enough that such an awful crime had occured on his watch. But that it was a white man, just imagine. Christy managed to contain her trembling chill each time. Understandably upset, she gave her report. The insurance would cover everything and that would be that.
Finally, she could relax.
Using as much logic and bravado as she could muster, she would indeed be in class monday morning. Tyrone and his gang would be held after class, again, and she would resolve this situation.
Oddly, her last decision was both the easiest and most difficult. If she were indeed pregnant, she would feign a sick friend, leave town for a couple of days. The city provided enough anonimity that she could slip into the abortion clinic unseen, end the pregnancy, and go on with her life. She would give Dwight what he wanted, a stay home wife.
All of this was wrapped up in a nice tight package. She was almost proud of herself.
And everything came apart with the knock on the door sunday morning.
Christy had busied herself with cleaning the house. Cleaning was always thereputic for her. The knocking and the doorbell startled her from her cleaning. Who in the world would be visiting this early on a sunday?
Managing a suitably proud face, she went to the door. Opening it, her life fell apart.
Again.
They were gathered on her porch.
Tyrone kicked the door in, shoving her back. She lost her balance and fell. They were in the house before she could get back on her feet.
Hey bitch, me and m’boys here were bored and thought we’d drop in for a party. They surrounded her, reaching down and pulling her up by her hair.
She was held with her face less than an inch from Tyrone’s. His breath stunk from drinking, and God knows what else. Her face pressed to hers, his disgusting tongue slithered into her mouth, taking her breath away.
She managed to pull away, spitting his slobber from her mouth. She snarled at Tyrone. Listen you, you’ve done enough to me. I told the constable that a drifter, a WHITE drifter, broke in and robbed me, so you are clear. But I am not going to take anymore abuse. Tyrone grinned, reaching out, cupping her titt with his hand. She formed a claw, trying to reach him, to scratch his eyes out if she could. But her arms were held.
Have you already forgot that you are my bitch?
No I am not, and you best be going. I called my husband last night and he is on the way home.
Is that right? He’s on his way home, huh?
Guess we’ll just hang out, see if he wants to party with us to then.
Tyrone gave a nod to Mohamed, the shortest but stockiest of the gang. Mohamed turned, headed up the stairs. Where is he going? What do you want now?
Dexter here, (Tyrone wrapping his arm around the shoulder of the 16 yr old that forced her blowjob and took her wedding rings) says there’s a pearl necklace he’s seen you wear. We all figured as good a time as we gave you, you owe us more.
You filthy animal, you have all you are going to get from me.
Christy had enough time since the school to regain at least a bit of her pride. She could not and would not let this happen. Down deep, she knew if she let anything else happen, if she let them take any more from her, they would indeed own her.
There’s some good shit up here, Mohamed yelled from upstairs.
Grab it all, we’ll see what’s down here worth having.
Christy’s body tensed.
She couldn’t help herself.
Please no, no more.
Tyrone turned to her. Obviously enjoying hearing her beg, with the fear in her voice that only comes from a bitch.
HIS bitch.
A nod of his head, and she was drug to the couch. Forced over the back of the couch, her arms were held, her legs forced open.
No, I told you, my husband will be home anytime now. And the constable will be coming back to check on me.
It was useless. Her skirt was hiked above her hips. She felt his fingers slipping inside the crotch of her panties. She actually had come to know his touch. The cruel fingers seperated the lips of her pussy. Unable to stop the trembling, she began to lose control of her body.
Then the most odd, frightening, awful thing happened. As Tyrone’s fingers manipulated her pussy, his middle finger finding her clit and massaging it, she became aroused. God please no. Don’t let this happen.
Well well well, looks like she’s already to party, and I ain’t even got going yet, Tyrone smirked. Feeling her wetness, he slid his finger inside her. Christy’s plight became all the worse. Her body began to act on its own, responding to Tyrone. Sawing his finger in and out, her pussy began to close around his finger, squeezing it.
The sound of his pants unzipping brought tears to her eyes.
Tyrone, please, I need you to listen to me. Ok? Please listen to me.
Removing his finger, his hands found her hips.
What you got to say to me baby?
Tyrone, I am telling you this because I want you to know what you are doing. I am not on the pill, my husband and I have been trying to make a baby. I may not be pregnant now, but if you do this, I might get pregnant. I know you don’t want to do this. Ok? I will do anything and everything you want, just not there. Ok? Please, just not there, and I will be your bitch. I swear I will. I haven’t told anyone what you did. I never will.
Is that right? You ready to make my baby bitch?
Oh Lord please no, he can’t really want to do that.
Well now, let’s see if we can make that happen. Guiding her hips, his cock rammed into her now wet pussy. Gritting her teeth, instinctively squeezing, doing all she could to stop this. All Christy could manage was to moan in protest. The problem was, the more she squeezed to try and keep him out, the more it tightened on his rod, stimulating her all the more.
By the 10th stroke, her pussy was soaked in her cum, sloshing with each thrust. Tyrone’s body locked, pumping his fertile goo into her.
Damn bitch, you really are needing a good fuck, huh?
All Christy could do was mumble her pleas for him to stop.
Shit bitch, your act is tired. I got an idea, lets call some more folks over to party. Liven the joint up.
Tossing her aside, Tyrone grabbed the phone. Mumbling something to someone, all Christy could make out was her address being given out and that they would be waiting.
Just as she tried to muster the courage for some sort of stand, she felt her body being drug off the couch. Dexter was standing there, his pants open and stroking his cock. Dropped on her back, Dexter mounted her immeadiately, forcing his legs between hers. Grunting with each thrust, his ear was next to her mouth. Christy desperately tried to whisper in his ear. Please Dexter, don’t do this. I don’t want to have a baby like this. Can you please help me.
Dexter’s only response was a loud groan. She felt his cock spasm inside her, oozing more goo into her. Leaping up, receiving high 5’s from the rest of the gang, Christy’s numb body was spread-eagled on the cold slate floor in front of her fireplace.
Vaguely, she heard Mohamed yell something from upstairs. She realized she was being lifted, drug up the stairs. Where are they taking me? What now? Glancing up, her mind registered she was looking up at her bedroom ceiling. She was on her bed. Mohamed was on her. Mohamed was fucking her. Mohamed said he wanted the bastard kid to be his. Mohamed finished.
Someone else was on her now.
The phone was ringing.
Someone else pumped their black, fertile cum into her. Someone else wanted to be the bastard daddy.
Hey bitch, your hubby called, asked if it was o k for him to come home thursday instead of wednesday. You fucking lying whore.
The sharp pain to her temple was the last thing she felt until she came too.
She heard, female voices…?
Who was here now?
Is this the bitch?
She don’t look like much. But she’ll be awight.
What were they saying?
Christy was still on her bed.
She felt someone climbing on the bed.
What was going on?
The sudden stench was sickening. Suddenly, she couldn’t breath. There was hair on her face. What was…
Christy’s eyes grew, realizing someone was actually sitting on her face. The sudden realizations came quickly.
A woman was sitting on her face. The woman was burying Christy’s mouth and face in her pussy. She felt long fingernails raking over her legs. She felt someone between her legs, still held open. There was no mistaking the feeling of the mouth on her pussy. The thick tongue was lapping her clit. Her body was already in full revolt, grinding her hips into the face between her legs. Sucking, gulping Christy’s orgasms. The long nails dug into her inner thighs. It was another woman.
The woman on her face was sloshing her pussy back and forth. Her orgasm came in a sudden, wet, hot gush. Her fingers held Christy’s hair in her fist. Eat my goddam pussy bitch, she yelled. Just trying to gulp for air, the cum ran onto her face, into her mouth.
The face pulled away from Christy’s pussy, suddenly replaced by something cold, plastic. What was going on now?
The plastic was rammed into her pussy. Larger than any of the cocks that had violated her, Christy’s pussy exploded as it was stretch further. It slid in and out. What were they doing?
Is she cumming for you baby, Tyrone said from somewhere out of sight. Yeah, looks like she likes it.
The black woman sitting on Christy’s face quivered, sighing, moaning. Mmmmmmmm, she needs work eating pussy, but she’ll do Tyrone.
Rolling off of Christy’s face, revealing another woman, with the strap on, fucking Christy. At the same time, Christy screamed with the largest orgasm she ever had in her entire life. Her pussy gourged with cum, sloshed again and again with the thrust of the strap on. Screaming and moaning as she never had before, her body shivered in wrapt ecasty.
Pulling it out, her cum streaming from the plastic cock. Christy begged for it to be put back in. She didn’t mean to. Didn’t even know what she was saying until it was too late.
All the crowd did was laugh.
Glancing around her, Christy saw all 5 of the gang members, the 2 women, and the video camera on the tripod, pointed at and filming the entire incident.
Christy’s naked body was drug back down the stairs. Her titts swaying with each lurch down each step. She was left on the floor of her den. The tv was on. They were actually watching basketball. Once in a while, someone would nudge them with their foot, ordering her to go get more food, more beer, making her wait on them. Occasionally, she would be drug over, forced to suck a cock, forced to offer her pussy or her asshole for whoever and whatever they had in mind.
When the game was over, they began to file out. Tyrone was the last.
Christy was lying on the floor at his feet.
You hear me and hear me well bitch. I’m gonna explain your situation. First, you gonna be at school tomorrow. Me and anybody I tell you gets an A. Anybody I tell you to fail, gets an F. You understand.
Christy timidly shook her head yes.
Next, you ain’t tellin’ no one what you and we been doin. Keep it to yourself and you gonna be fine.
Yes, Christy whispered.
And what we took, we keep. If you are knocked up, you gonna have that baby. Teasha, that’s the girl you ate her pussy, she cant have not baby’s. So you gonna give it to her.
How can I do that?
You gonna explain to your lily white man that your baby’s black?
The ice pick in her heart returned.
Tyrone got up to leave.
Lifting his bag, he patted it.
What I got in here? It’s your tape. You got really into eating Teasha’s pussy and getting strap-fucked. You do anything I dont want, no only will I do what I told you, I’ll make sure I sell this tape for good money.
Tyrone turned and left.

Epilogue…

Dwight was not happy that while he was on the road so much, he could rarely find Christy at home. She kept telling him that she was "unofficially tutoring" students. He didn’t like the fact that even on the weekends, she would not be home.
It took nearly 6 months for him to realize that Christy was putting on some serious weight. No, she insisted, she wasn’t pregnant, in fact, she seemed to have her period only when he was out of town.
On one occasion, Dwight decided to surprise Christy and meet her at school. He would take her for dinner. Damn the luck, but he needed some gum. The girl behind the counter had a name tag, Teasha. She was black, surley, and rude. It wasn’t until he got back to his car that he realized something, the rings she had on her hand looked VERY familiar.
Oh well, there was no way it could be them. The constable had informed Dwight, thru Christy, that they were long gone. They were pawned in the next state.
The principal at Christy’s school was perplexed. Why would he be looking for Christy? She had resigned over a month ago. Her final check was picked up and no one had heard from her. She hadn’t been feeling well. Everyone assumed she was pregnant and just wanted to start staying home.
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