Chapter 3

Amanda’s hands trembled as she held Susan’s buttocks wide apart. The red gaping hole of her anus exposed and vulnerable. She could feel Susan Walcroft’s body tensing beneath her, could hear her ragged, terrified breathing. Greg moved closer. His massive black cock jutting out obscenely from his body. Amanda watched in horrified fascination as he took his black cock in hand. Greg lined the thick, bulbous head up with Susan Walcroft’s entrance.

Susan must have sensed his presence, because she started to trash and buck. She tried desperately to dislodge Amanda. But Amanda held fast, her fingers digging into Susan’s flesh as she struggled to keep her spread. With a grunt, Greg shoved his cock forward. The head disappeared into Susan’s tight resisting hole. Susan let out a scream that was primal and animalistic. Her voice was raw with agony. Her body convulsed beneath Amanda, her muscles clenching and unclenching as she fought against the invasion.

“Please be gentle!” Amanda screamed.

Her own voice was high and panicked. Amanda wanted to give Susan some reprieve. Greg just ignored her. His hips pistoned forward as he drove his cock deeper into Susan’s anus. Susan thrashed and bucked beneath Amanda; her body wracked with pain. Amanda could feel every movement. She could feel the heat of Susan’s skin, the sweat that slicked her body. She wanted to let go, to cover Susan’s body with her own, to shield her from this terrible violation. But she knew that Greg would only hurt her too, maybe even kill her.

Amanda held on, her fingers digging into Susan’s skin. Her own eyes squeezing shut against the sight of Greg’s black cock pumping in and out of her friend’s torn anus. She could hear Susan’s screams, could feel her body jerking and convulsing, and she could do nothing, nothing at all, to stop it.

Susan’s body jerked and spasmed with each brutal thrust. Her back arched as Greg’s huge cock speared into her asshole. The wet, obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, punctuated by Susan’s ragged, pain filled cries. Greg grunted with effort, his hips slamming into Susan’s buttocks with every thrust. His hands came down on her skin, leaving bright red handprints as he gripped her flesh and used it for leverage.

“Take it, white cunt,” he growled.

His voice was low and menacing.

“This is what you people deserve, after all the shit you’ve put us through. This is your fucking reparations.”

Susan’s mind reeled, her thoughts a whirlwind of pain and disbelief. She had never done anything to this man, had never even thought about the history between their races. But here she was, being violated in the most brutal, humiliating way, all because of the sins of the past. Greg’s cock was huge. It stretched her ass to its absolute limit. She could feel every vein, every ridge, as it slid in and out of her body. The pain was indescribable, a hot, searing agony that radiated from her ass and seemed to fill her entire being.

“Stop!” she sobbed.

Her voice was ragged and weak.

“Please, stop! I can’t take anymore!” Susan screamed.

Greg just laughed, a harsh, ugly sound.

“You can take it, and you will. You’re going to take every fucking inch, until I’m ready to come. And then I’m going to fill your white ass with my cum. That’s what you deserve, you racist bitch!” He said.

His hand came down again, the sharp crack of skin on skin ringing out in the room. Susan’s body jerked, her hips bucking involuntarily as another wave of pain crashed through her. She could feel his cock driving into her, harder and faster now, as if he was trying to punish her, to make her suffer as much as possible. Tears streamed down her face, her vision blurring as the pain overwhelmed her. She wanted to scream, to beg for mercy, but no sound came out. Her body was beyond pain now, beyond thought, beyond anything but the brutal, relentless invasion of her ass.

Greg fucked her, his hips pitoning, his cock slamming into her ass with a force that seemed to shake her entire body. He called her names, ugly, racist slurs that filled the air and seemed to echo in her mind. She tried to block them out, to focus on anything but the pain, but it was impossible. The only thing she could feel, the only thing she could think about, was the agony of her violated, ravaged ass.

Amanda hovered her mouth right over the scene of Greg’s cock plunging into Susan’s stretched anus. Her eyes were half-lidded, her breath coming in short, sharp pants. Her mouth was partially open, glistening with saliva, and her tongue darted out to wet her lips. She looked up at Greg, her eyes filled with revulsion. She knew what he wanted, what he expected of her. And despite the sickening, humiliating scene before her, she found herself eager to comply.

“Alternate between her and my mouth,” she said.

She stuck out her tongue, letting it brush against Susan’s abused hole. Greg pulled out of Susan with a wet, sucking sound. The tip of his cock was coated in a mix of anus juices, and the slimy residue of Susan’s torn tissues. He smacked Amanda’s face with it, smearing the vile cocktail of fluids across her cheeks and mouth.

“Taste it. Every white bitch loves to taste a dirty black cock. Taste what you’re making me do to her. You fucking love it, don’t you?” He said.

Amanda gagged as the acrid taste hit her tongue, the scent of ass juices and a little blood filling her nostrils. She fought the urge to vomit, swallowing hard as Greg jammed his cock back into her mouth. The taste of Susan’s ravaged ass coated her tongue as he shoved his way to the back of her throat. She gagged and choked, tears streaming down her face as he held her head still, forcing her to take every inch.

“Smell it,” he said.

He taunted her.

“Smell her fucking ass on my cock as you choke on it. You’re nothing but a filthy white whore. A white slave for me to use.” He said.

She moaned around him, her eyes rolling back as he fucked her throat. She could feel his cock throbbing, could taste his pre-cum mingling with the foul juices already coating her tongue. He was going to come, she realized. He was going to come in her mouth, just like he had in Susan’s ass.

The thick, black shaft of Greg’s cock stretched Amanda’s mouth to its limits, bulging her cheeks and making her eyes bulge. She choked and gagged as he pounded into her throat, barely giving her time to breathe. Saliva and snot poured from her nose and mouth, dripping down her chin and onto her chest. Her face turned an alarming shade of red, veins popping in her neck as she struggled to accommodate his massive size.

Amanda’s hair was bunched in Greg’s fist, his fingers tightening in her tresses as he used her mouth like a cheap fuck toy. She could feel the roots of her hair straining, could feel the tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. Greg groaned, his hips slamming forward with brutal force.

“Your throat is so fucking tight. You’re choking on my cock. God I love white women’s throats. I can feel you gagging on it.” He said.

He held her head still, his cock buried balls deep in her throat. She could feel it throbbing, could feel the heat of it radiating through her body. He was close, she realized. He was close to coming. He pulled out of Amanda’s mouth. Let her gasp for air. He then positioned the head of his cock at her lips, already glistening with precum, and pushed forward with a slow, deliberate force. Amanda’s lips parted reluctantly, her mouth stretching wide to accommodate the thick, black cock. Her cheeks began to bulge immediately, the flesh pushing out as the cock invaded her oral cavity, filling her completely.

The sensation was overwhelming for Amanda. The cock was so large that it pressed against the walls of her throat, making it difficult for her to breathe. She gagged almost instantly, her body reacting to the intrusion as her eyes watered and her nose ran. Snot and saliva began to pour out, dripping down her chin and onto the floor beneath her. Her face turned a deep, dusky red, the blood rushing to her cheeks as she struggled to accommodate the massive shaft.

Greg watched her face contort with a mix of amusement and arousal. He could see the veins popping on her forehead, her eyes bulging as they filled with tears, and her neck turning a mottled red as she choked and gagged around his cock. He felt a sense of power and dominance, knowing that he was in complete control of her body and her breaths. He began to move his hips, pulling back slightly before thrusting forward again, fucking her throat with a relentless, merciless pace.

With each thrust, Amanda’s cheeks bulged even more, her mouth stretching obscenely as she tried to take in more air. Her gags and chokes were loud and wet, a symphony of her struggle and discomfort. Greg’s grip on her hair tightened, pulling her head back slightly, arching her neck and giving him a better angle to pound into her throat. He could feel her tongue pressing against the underside of his shaft, her body’s desperate attempt to ease the passage.

Her face was a mask of torment, eyes streaming with tears, snot and saliva creating a mess around her mouth and chin. Her body convulsed with each deep thrust, her gags turning into desperate, choking sounds. Greg’s right hand held her hair tightly, using it as leverage to control her movements, to dictate the depth and pace of the throat-fucking. He could feel her body’s resistance, her struggles to breathe, and it only spurred him on, his hips moving faster, more urgently.

The room filled with the obscene sounds of her choking and gagging, the wet, slurping noises of his cock moving in and out of her throat. Greg’s breathing was heavy, his body tensing with each thrust as he neared his climax. Amanda’s face was a shocking shade of red, her eyes wide and bulging, her neck flushed and strained. She was a picture of utter submission and distress. Her throat wrecked with the effort of trying to endure the relentless pounding.

Greg’s body was still throbbing with arousal, turned his attention back to Susan. She was chained and exposed to the cement floor, her anus gaping and torn from the previous assaults. His knees pressed into the cool floor as he grabbed her hips with a firm, almost brutal grip. He could see the raw, red flesh of her anus, swollen and sensitive, and it sent a shiver of anticipation down his spine. He positioned the head of his cock at her entrance and, with a slow, deliberate thrust, pushed into her, feeling her flesh stretch and yield to accommodate his size.

Susan let out a blood curdling scream, her body convulsing as he entered her. The pain was excruciating. A deep, burning sensation that radiated through her lower body. Each nerve ending screamed in protest. Her anus, already torn and raw, struggled to accommodate the massive intrusion. The flesh was tearing further as he pushed deeper. Her screams filled the room, a raw, primal sound of suffering that echoed off the walls. Her body arched involuntarily, her head snapping back as she tried to escape the intense, relentless pressure.

The chains clanked and rattled as she pulled against her restraints, but there was no escape from the relentless, unyielding pressure. Greg held her hips tightly. His fingers were digging into her flesh as he began to move. He pulled back slightly before trusting again, each movement deliberate and unyielding. He could feel the tight, torn flesh of her anus gripping his cock, the sensation almost painfully pleasurable as he moved in and out of her. He leaned back slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts, and felt her scream in response, the sound music to his ears.

Pulling out of Susan, he turned his attention to Amanda. She was still gasping for air, her face flushed and her eyes watering from the previous throat fucking. He grabbed her hair again, the strands tangling and pulling tightly as he gripped her scalp. He positioned the head of his cock at her lips, and with a slow, deliberate thrust, he pushed into her throat once more. Amanda’s eyes bulged as he entered, her body convulsing as she gagged and choked around his length. Her face turned a deep, mottled red, the veins popping on her forehead as she struggled to breathe, to accommodate the massive intrusion.

Greg began to move his hips, fucking her throat with a relentless, punishing pace. He could feel her tongue pressing against the underside of his shaft, her body’s desperate attempt to ease the passage. Amanda’s hands came up, grasping at his thighs, her fingernails digging into his flesh as she tried to push him away, to create some space, some relief. But Greg was unyielding, his hips moving with a merciless rhythm as he used her mouth for pleasure. He could hear her desperate, choking gasps, the wet, slurping sounds of her struggle, and it only spurred him on.

Turning back to Susan, Greg positioned himself behind her once more, this time with even more force. He thrust into her anus, causing her to scream even louder than before. The sound of her agony was a symphony to his ears, a testament to the power and dominance he held over her. He could feel the tears in her flesh, the way her body fought against the intrusion, and it only served to excite him more. His hips moved with a punishing rhythm, each thrust deliberate and unyielding.

Finally, he pulled out of Susan’s torn and swollen anus and turned to Amanda once more. He grabbed her hair tightly, positioning his cock at her lips, and pushed into her throat, feeling her gag and choke around him. He could see the tears streaming down her face, the snot and saliva pouring from her nose and mouth as she struggled to endure the relentless pounding. Her body convulsed with each thrust, her gags turning into desperate, choking sounds.