The New Teacher
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.
The note on the door told Dwight how much she loved him, but needed some time to herself. She would be gone for a couple of months. Please don’t try and find her. She would be back but understood if he didn’t want to wait for her. The note was dated 1 week to the day, the same day he left on business.
The neighbors, at least the ones that would talk to Dwight, told him that for the last 6 months or so, she seemed to have kids over everytime he went out of town. They didn’t want to complain or spread rumors, but all the kids were black, and didn’t look like the type that belonged in such an exclusive neighborhood.
The last neighbor he spoke to, the mandatory busy-body every neighborhood has, said she saw Christy drive off in her BMW last week, the big black kid was with her. The busy-body heard shouting, then Christy came out with him, looking like she had been beaten up pretty badly.
For the next month, Dwight tried everything he could to find his wife.
In month 2, the local cops said as far as they could tell there was no crime comitted and there was basically nothing they could do for him. Dwight was of course not satisfied with this and kept driving around all night trying to find her. By then he was in serious danger of losing his job.
In month 3, Dwight happened to go by the convenience store near the school Christy used to work. Teasha was on duty again. The picture of Teasha holding her baby was taped above the register. How old, Dwight asked, motioning to the picture. New born, Teasha said, obviously in a better mood.
How long have you been married?
Oh, I ain’t married to the daddy, she snorted. He done took up with some white slut.
Author of this gang rape story is Scott