Chapter 2

Susan Walcroft was pinned to the unforgiving cement floor by Amanda Marcopulos’s right knee and body weight pressing down on her shoulders. She felt a wave of helplessness wash over her. Her legs were wide. Her hips elevated and presented her most vulnerable opening to the world. She could feel the cool air of the room caressing her exposed flesh. It was a stark contrast to the heat radiating from the body hovering behind her. Greg’s black cock was thick and intimidating. It pressed against her tight anus. She gasped as the blunt head breached her, the muscles of her anus clenching reflexively against the intrusion. Inch by inch, he pushed forward. The thick head of his shaft parted her tissues and stretched her wide. Susan’s wails echoed off the walls.

Gregory Henley savored the sight of his black cock disappearing into her. The dark skin of his cock contrasting starkly with the pale flesh of her buttocks. He could feel her body fighting him. Her muscles spasming around his length. But he held firm. He relished the tightness, the heat of her. His hands gripped her hips. His fingers were digging into her flesh as he held her steady. He impaled her slowly, until the head of his cock popped past her sphincter and into the welcoming tightness of her ass. With a final a brutal thrust, half an inch of Greg’s massive cock finally penetrated the tightly clenched anus. The captive’s scream was deafening, echoing off the walls of the basement as her body convulsed in pain.

“NOOO!!!” Susan shrieked.

Her voice raw with anguish as she struggled to break free from Amanda’s grasp. But Amanda, with tears streaming down her face, used all her weight to pin the captive’s shoulder to the ground. Amanda forced Susan to remain in place. The muscles of Susan’s anus clenched and spasmed around the invading black cock. Ser body’s instinctive response was to try to expel the unwelcome intruder. But Greg only grunted in satisfaction, his hands tightening on her hips as he began to slowly, inexorably, push his way deeper into her unwilling body. Susan let out a string of curses and obscenities, her face contorted with agony and fury.

“You fucking bastard! Nigger!” She snarled.

She glared back at Greg over her shoulder.

“I’ll fucking kill you for this, you hear me. I’ll fucking kill you! You fucking Nigger!” She shouted.

Gregory Henley only laughed.

“You can always count on white women to be racist. I’m going to teach you a lesson! Fucking white cunt. When I’m done with you, you will be begging for nigger cock.” He said.

The thick and throbbing head of Greg’s black cock slowly pushed past Susan Walcroft’s tight ring of muscle. It stretched her anus wide around the head of the cock. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced. A burning and stretching pain that bordered on madness. A fullness that left her feeling utterly possessed. She cried out, her voice echoing in the room, a desperate sound that mingled with the harsh rhythm of her own ragged breaths. Greg held still. He savored the sight of her body yielding to him. The tight clutch of her ass around the head of his cock. He could feel her muscles fluttering, trying to adjust to the intrusion. To relax around his size. But she was so tight, so small, and he was so large, that it was a struggle for her body to accommodate him. He reveled in the knowledge of his power over her, the way her body was forced to submit to his will.

With each slow, deliberate centimeter he pressed forward, Susan’s cries grew louder. Her body tense and arching beneath him. The head of his cock pushed deeper. It was spreading her wider. Finally, with a guttural moan from both of them, her ass swallowed the bulbous head entirely. Greg paused. The head of his block cock, sealed by Susan’s anus. His hips flush against the soft globes of her buttocks. He could feel the pulsing heat of her body around the tip of his cock. The way her muscles clenched and unclenched, trying to accommodate his size. The sight of his dark cock disappearing into her pale flesh was almost more than he could bear. He wanted to thrust, to pound into her, to own her utterly. But he held himself still, savoring the moment, the feel of her body wrapped around his, the power he held over her

The tight, unyielding flesh of Susan’s virgin anus clung to Greg’s cock like a vice, the dryness making each inch a struggle to penetrate. Greg gritted his teeth against the pain, his body tense with the effort of holding back, of not pounding into her with all his might. He savored the exquisite torture, the way her body resisted his, the way each inch claimed felt like a victory. His cock throbbed, the blood engorged flesh straining against the tight, dry heat of her ass.

Amanda Marcopulos’s eyes widened as she watched the black cock slowly disappearing into the white globes of Susan’s ass. She could see the way the flesh stretched tight around his girth, the way Susan’s body trembled and shook with each inch he claimed. Amanda felt a mix of horror and fear at the sight. She pressed down harder on Susan’s shoulders, holding her in place, watching as Greg’s thick cock try to move in further, inch by excruciating inch.

Susan’s screams occupied the room, her voice raw and ragged with pain. Spit bubbled at the corners of her mouth, her eyes rolling back in her head as the sensation overwhelmed her. Her body arched and twisted beneath them, desperate to escape the invasion. However, Amanda’s weight held her in place, forcing her to take every inch of Greg’s huge cock. Greg groaned, the sound guttural and primal. His hips drove forward relentlessly, until finally, with a last desperate cry from Susan, his cock was buried to the hilt in her tight, dry ass.

Amanda Marcopulos’s mind reeled as she watched Greg’s enormous black cock disappear into Susan Walcroft’s anus, the sight both horrifying and intense. She could hardly believe that something so big could fit inside something so small and tight. Yet there it was, the thick black cock stretching Susan’s poor hole to its limits, the flesh of her ass rippling around it. As she watched Greg’s hips finally come to a stop, his cock buried to the hilt in Susan’s asshole.

Greg’s voice was a low growl, his breath hot against Amanda’s ear.

“Tell her what you see, Amanda. Tell her what her ass looks like stretched around my cock.” He said.

Amanda shuddered, her stomach churning with revulsion and fear, but she knew she had no choice. She looked down. Her eyes widening at the sight of Greg’s thick black cock disappearing into the stretched, puckered hole of Susan’s anus. The flesh was stretched, almost translucent. The dark, veined cock visible through it. It looked like a rubber band stretched to its limit, the edges of the hole kissing tightly around the invading cock. The sight was obscene, disgusting, and yet Amanda could not look away. She swallowed hard, her mouth dry as she forced herself to speak.

“Susan, it looks ... it looks like your ass is ... is being split open,” she said.

Amanda’s voice was shaking.

“His ... his cock is so big, it’s stretching your hole to its limits. It’s like a ... a rubber band around him. Your poor ass ... it’s so tight, so dry ... it must hurt so much...” She trailed off.

Amanda’s face was pale, her heart pounding in her chest. She hated Greg for making her say these things. She hated him for putting her in this position. She wished she had the strength, the courage, to fight him, to knock him out and escape. But she knew she could not. Not yet. Not until she found a way to save herself and Susan. Greg grunted with effort as he tried to force another inch of his thick cock into Susan’s painfully stretched anus. Sweat beaded on his brow, his muscles straining as he pushed forward, his hips slamming against Susan’s upturned ass.

“Tt’s so tight,” he growled.

Susan let out a wordless scream. Her eyes rolled back in her head as another thick, veiny inch of Greg’s massive cock invaded her ass. She felt like she was being split in two, her insides burning and tearing as he stretched her to her limits. She clawed at the floor. Her nails scrabbling for purchase on the smooth surface. Her body was arching and twisting in a futile attempt to escape the agonizing invasion.

“Please ... please stop,” she gasped”

Susan’s voice was hoarse and raw.

“I can’t ... I can’t take any more...” She said.

However, her pleas fell on deaf ears. Greg was lost in his own world of pleasure. His hips were moving in a steady, relentless rhythm, each thrust forcing another inch of his cock into her unwilling body. Amanda watched in horrified fascination as Greg’s black cock disappeared inch by inch into Susan’s tortured anus. The flesh of her anus was stretched so tightly around the invading cock that it was almost translucent, the dark veins of Greg’s cock visible through it. Susan’s body convulsed with each thrust, her muscles spasming in a desperate attempt to expel the intruder. However, it was no use. Greg’s cock was simply too big, too relentless.

Finally, with a grunt of triumph, Greg’s hips came to a halt, his cock buried five inches in Susan’s asshole. Susan could only whimper in response, her body wracked with pain and humiliation. She had never felt so utterly degraded, so completely violated. And the worst part was, she knew it was only the beginning. Greg was just getting started, and there was nothing she could do to stop him.

Susan was on her hands and knees. Her body was shaking violently as she tried to crawl away, to escape the agonizing violation of her asshole by Greg’s huge black cock. Amanda was kneeling on Susan’s upper back, her knees digging into Susan’s flesh. She was pinning Susan in place. Amanda’s face was a mere inches above Susan’s buttocks. Her eyes wide with a mix of revulsion and morbid fascination as she watched Greg’s thick shaft slowly disappearing into Susan’s painfully stretched anus.

Susan’s hair was a wild tangle around her head, flying in all directions as she shook her head from side to side, her desperate pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears. Her body was slick with sweat, muscles convulsing uncontrollably as she was forced to endure the brutal invasion of her most intimate place.

She sobbed and begged, her tears blurring her vision. Snot was flowing freely from her nose as she gasped for breath.

“Please, God,” she prayed.

Her voice was hoarse and broken.

“Please, save me ... I can’t take any more ... please...” She said.

But God was silent, and Greg’s cock continued to push deeper and deeper into her tortured asshole, stretching her to her limits and beyond. The pain was indescribable, a white hot agony that consumed her entire being, making it impossible to think or even breathe. Amanda watched. Her heart was pounding in her chest, as Greg’s dark shaft vanished inch by inch into Susan’s pale flesh. She could not believe what she was seeing, could not comprehend the depths of depravity of this black man, this animal.

And yet, she could not look away. She could not tear her eyes from the sickening spectacle of her friend’s humiliation and pain. Greg paused. His hips pressed firmly against Susan’s asshole. His cock buried to the hilt in her tortured hole. He leaned forward, his weight pressing Susan shoulders against the floor, and growled.

“God don’t like racist white people, bitch. That’s why he’s not going to save you from this. He wants you punished, for not paying the reparations you owe my people.” Greg said.

Susan shook her head vehemently, her hair flying around her face.

“No, that’s not true,” she sobbed.

“I’m not a racist, I never ... I never...” she said.

“For someone claiming to not be racist, you sure use the word nigger a lot.” Greg said.

Greg was already pulling back. His thick cock was dragging along Susan’s agonized insides, before slamming forward again, driving another inch of his shaft into her unwilling body. With a final, brutal thrust, Greg forced the last inch of his cock into Susan’s painfully stretched anus. There was a sickening ‘pop’ as something inside her gave way, and suddenly his entire length was buried deep in her bowels. Susan’s eyes bulged in their sockets, her mouth stretching open in a silent, horrified scream.