Millie 90 lbs of Dynaminte
The bar was dimly lit smoke hung in the air so thick one could cut it with a knife. The door opened and she walked in. A young white woman in this part of town was unusual in itself, at least a classy looking white woman. She couldn't have been more than 26 or 27 and she looked hot and rich.
She entered slowly, cautiously moving forward as her eyes adjusted to the dim light. Looking her over good, the men drank in the sight of her. Five feet four or five feet inches tall, she couldn't weigh 120 pounds if she soaked to the bone. In on hand she held a cell phone as she moved forward her shapely legs incased in light colored stockings or panty hose. They wondered which it was. Her light blond hair fell below her shoulders. She had a nice figure a large top with out being over large, thin waist and small round ass. A shimmery gold satin blouse covered her upper body. Clinging to her curves the blouse appeared almost translucent but not quite. The tight skirt wrapped around and tied. Golden flowers matched the color of the blouse. Black patent high heels with straps around here ankles completed the outfit.
The patrons became deathly quiet. Glaring at her angry men desired and hate her. This rich bitch just made a big mistake. She walked towards the bar her hips swaying back and forth with each stop. It was only now that Kristen realized that the dozen or so patrons were all rough looking black males, as was the bartender. Their leering stairs burned into her and she felt helpless. She wanted to turn and run but she couldn't. Cautiously she walked closer to the bar. The bartender stared at her his eyes bore into her. She felt he was undressing her in his mind.
"Excuse me," she said almost plaintively. "My car broke down and my cell is dead. Would you be a dear and show me where your pay phone is?"
"So you think you have some kind of right to just walk in here? We can't just walk in your fucking country club if want," the man sitting at the barstool next to barked at her. His eyes were hateful his face was contoured his black skin was extremely dark on his cheeks showing his anger.
"I ... I ... ju ... just want to..." Kristen began to stammer.
"Nobody gives a shit what you want, bitch. You got that?" the big man interrupted her.
Kristen looked around, hoping that someone would stick up for her. It became quickly obvious that nobody, including the bartender would side with her. Kristen was becoming afraid. She turned to start for the door, but a second man blocked her way. Grabbing her by the arms, he pulled her against him.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going' bitch."
"Let go of me! Please just let me go." Kristen pleaded as she struggled in his arms. Her big blue eyes became teary, as her fear grew even deeper. Her body trembled with the fear.
"Oh, we'll let you go alright. Just soon as we done with you. You come into our place; you got to pay the toll."
"You tell her, Nate" she heard someone yell.
With his left arm crushing Kristen to him, Nate grabbed her hair with his right had, pulling her head back.
"No! Let go of me! Please MMMM..." she began pleading as Nate's mouth crushed down on hers muffling her words out of existence. His thick lips covered hers. Spittle exchanged between them as he forced his tongue way back in her mouth. She struggled against him, but he was too big, too strong. Suddenly she felt herself torn from Nate's grip.
"Quit hogging' her, man." The big man who first spoke to her had yanked her away roughly. Pushing the other man to the side, "Get in line!"
"Please don't! Stop it! Please leave me alone." She begged. He had her pinned against the bar. Kissing her neck, he kneaded her breast with massive hands. Squeezing her tits mercilessly with his powerful roughly massaging them. Kristen was terrified. He was being rough, hurting her, and she knew he was doing it on purpose. He grabbed the top of her blouse and pulled sharply, tearing all the buttons off and exposing her black lace bra.
"Somebody help me! Please!" She screamed out the words, "Please, someone ... Make him stop!" Kristen only heard laughter in response.
"Get her to the pool table," she heard someone yell, as two, more men grabbed her arms dragging her across the floor. She tried to dig her heels in but they were too strong she was a rag to them. She felt warm wet streaks running down her face big tears streaked down. Her fear filled the room with a heated sexual tension that needed to be releaved.
"Don't! Please don't. Oh God, please help me. Somebody Please Help Me!"
The two men threw Kristen onto the pool table. Pinning her arms down the men held with her. Her hips on the rail while her legs dangled off the edge of the table. The wrap around skirt had fallen open, exposing her lower body to everyone to see. She felt the big man's hand reach for her, felt him grab the crotch of the pantyhose and rip them open. Then his thick gingers grabbed the silken nylon panties.
"Nice," he said as grabbed the material. The smile on his face looked evil. His teeth were big and yellow stained from coffee and smoke. He ran his tongue over his lips as if he was licking some tasty residue from them.
"Oh no! Please leave me alone! Please don't hurt me!" Kristen cried hard as she begged. The tears burning her cheeks her blue mascara ran down in the tears. The big man couldn't have cared less. Laughing he yanked on the panties. The delicate nylon panties were no match for the force placed against them. Kristen heard a whisper of sound as the material began to rip then suddenly the ripping sounded harsh splitting the air it phushed the fear deep in her. Feeling the panties tear from her exposing her most private part for the world to view.
"Shit man," he yelled out holding her torn panties in the air, "this slut is a real blond! Look at the cunt hair landing strip point the way for me."
Kristen tried to kick him, but her position was awkward and she was to slow. Grabbing her leg, he pushed it to the side moving closer. The big man moved between Kristen's legs, rubbing her nylon-sheathed thigh with one hand while he undid his pants with the other.
"Bet you aint never had a black prick before, have you whore? You're in for a treat tonight." Fishing the already stiff prick out pushing himself closer he yanked her back just a little. The padded bumper of the table hurt as he moved her closer.
Kristen felt the big head of his cock pressing against her vagina. She tried squirming away from him, but there was no escape. The men held her arms firm he looked at her ready to rip her open. The evil leer on his thick lips disgusted her.
"Don't!! Please don't," Kristen begged as she felt him begin to enter her. "Pleas leave me alone, I don't want to please stop please please oh God!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. Arching her back trying to move away he slammed the big fat cock in full force splitting her dry vagina open hard. "Oh God pleas stop!! Please STOP! It hurts," she stammered out in broken words. "Oh ... God ... you're ... hurting ... me."
A ripping sensation between her legs grew quickly to a throbbing tearing feeling. The big tore its way though her canal destroying muscle and tender flesh as it thrust in deeper and deeper. The slashing pain tore through her body.
The rapist grabbed Kristen's legs. He placed his arms under her knees lifting her legs. Now could him to get deeper her more deeply. Her blouse was hanging open. Pushing her legs up high he pushed his hands under her bra and grabbed her tits with both hands.
"Look boys I'm milking this cow." Yelling out as he squeezed her tits. He was viciously violent on them it felt like they would burst. He pinched at the fat nipples squeezing them like tits hanging off the udder of a cow. Kristen could see her high-heeled feet pointing towards the ceiling. She tried to concentrate on the old cracked paint of the ceiling.
"This whore can throw her legs higher and wider than any black bitch!" A second man said as he released his cock standing behind the man fucking Kristen. He was ready to move in as soon as the first man finished.
Kristen felt as if she her pussy was splitting in half. The big man continued driving into her. Pumping his cock in and out of her, he rammed it home fast and hard. He wanted the cunt to pay for every insult he ever heard from a white person. Letting go of her tits he wrapped his arms around her legs lifting her up he pummeled her even faster and harder. Kristen's tits bounced all over from the force.
"Bro you're fucking her now! Look at them fat tits bouncing around!" With the encouragement, he fucked her for all she was worth. She had never before felt so much pain or frustration. She was nothing more than a piece of meat. Her inability to stop it made it all the more unbearable.
The hateful glaring eyes viewed her. The men licking their lips as lustful deadly passion filled the room.
"Hurry, bro, I want to split that bitch open to!"
She could hear her attacker beginning to groan, his breathing getting faster as he approached orgasm. A new terror filled Kristen as she realized she could end up pregnant.
"NO, '" she screamed as she began crying harder, nearly hysterical now, "Please I beg of you don't cum in me." Laughter filled the air. "Oh, dear God don't let this happen! Please God!" Struggling she tried to move away the men just held her down. "Please, don't please, please don't do this." her cries fell on death ears as he pounded even harder know how much she hated it!
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