Chapter 6

Ben, Otto and Tyrone headed for the office door. Curtis collected the camera and followed right behind. I stood there for a moment dreading what’s about to happen in there. I’m turned on from the humiliation and the groping to which I’ve been subjected and the idea of another long session of being fucked by four large cocks is very appealing. But I saw the look on Otto’s face when he strutted past on the way to Ben’s office. He leered at me, a threatening expression that told me the moment he’s been anticipating, and I’ve been dreading, since yesterday has arrived. I’m about to get my ass fucked by Otto’s eight-inch cock and I know it’s going to hurt like hell.

The teenagers who have been standing outside waiting for their turn to grope me swarmed past, most of them pausing long enough to get in a quick grope in passing before crowding around the large, plate glass window looking into Ben’s office.

Otto poked his head out of the office and growled, “What the fuck are you waiting for, cunt? Get your ass in here!”

His threatening tone of voice more than anything else jerked me out of my stupor and I hurried to join the men in the office. Ben already has his pants open and pushed down below his low hanging balls. As soon as I closed the door behind me he ordered, “Get over here and get it wet. Then bend over my desk.”

I didn’t get down on my knees in front of him. I just leaned down and sucked his cock for a minute or two until he lightly slapped the back of my head and said, “That’s good enough. Assume the position.”

To be honest, I’m not really concerned with the horny teenagers gaping at us through the window or the hard cock that’s now sliding between my legs searching for the opening to my pussy. I’m much more focused on the pain I know I’m going to experience when Otto gets his turn and begins forcing his fat cock into my ass and I’m willing to bet the only lube in the building is the motor oil and axel grease out in the shop. Damn! Why didn’t I think of it earlier?! I could have lubed myself up before I left the house or brought a tube of lube with me. I’m so fucking stupid! How do I get myself into these messes?!

The head of Ben’s cock found the opening it has been searching for just then and I was suddenly distracted by the pleasure I experienced as he slowly sank his long, hard cock into me; not stopping until his beefy belly came to rest on my lower back and his hips were pressing against the cheeks of my ass. After the stimulating morning I’ve had so far I really need this. I didn’t even try to hide my appreciation, moaning loudly as he pulled his cock almost all the way back out just as slowly as he entered me. Ben continued to fuck me slowly for a couple of minutes, teasing me with his cock until neither of us could stand it any longer. At last he began slamming his cock into me violently and I heard myself urging him on. I cried out, “Yes! Yes! Harder! Fuck me!” all too aware that I’m humiliating myself even more by giving into the pleasure of a good hard fuck from a man I just met yesterday and can’t stand.

I must have climaxed half a dozen times before Ben finally stopped moving except for the violent shuddering of his large body as he deposited his cock cream deep inside of me. In my mind’s eye I see myself naked, bent over Ben’s desk and surrounded by four horny black men and I experienced one more orgasm before Ben finally let his cock slide from the grip of my throbbing pussy. I wonder for a fraction of a second if this can still be called a rape. At that moment, though, panting and sexually satisfied, I don’t really care.

I’m vaguely aware of a dollop of Ben’s semen escaping from my tingling sex and slowly sliding down the inside of my thigh but not much else as I remained bent over the desk, panting like a bitch in heat. I didn’t fully return to the present until I felt a finger covered in cold grease press against my rear opening. My head shot up and all the good feelings left me as I turned to look over my shoulder. Every muscle in my body seemed to tense up in anticipation of the pain to come.

Otto grinned at me as he slowly worked a large, greasy finger in and out of my butt. His fat finger is mildly unpleasant but it isn’t his finger I’m worried about. I know from the things he said yesterday, and from the evil look on his face, that there will be no talking him out of this so I turned back around and rested my head on my arms in front of me, consoling myself for the moment with the thought that at least he’s using some kind of lube. After about thirty seconds or so he removed his finger from my rear passage but it quickly returned with more grease and another finger.

I moaned in pain as he forced two fingers into me. He obviously doesn’t care if he hurts me. He made that abundantly clear when he said, “This won’t hurt you nearly as much if you just relax and let it happen. But that’s up to you. I’m going to enjoy it either way. There ain’t nothing like fuckin’ a nice, tight, cherry white ass. To be honest, it’s even more fun when the bitch his screaming her fuckin’ head off. I want you to feel free to scream your head off, Kar. I can promise you the neighbors won’t complain.”

I know he’s right about relaxing. But knowing it doesn’t make it any easier. And when he started using three fat fingers to stretch me out I grunted at the increased pain. He just chuckled and said, “I got three fingers in your ass now, bitch. My cock ain’t that big so this is as bad as it’s gonna get. But if you want to stay tensed up like that you go ahead. And like I said, don’t worry about botherin’ the neighbors. You can scream as loud as you want and no one’s gonna hear you but them kids watching through the window.”

Bothering the neighbors is the last thing on my mind at the moment. I tried to tell myself that if what he’s doing now is as bad as it’s going to get then I should be able to get through this without ending up in the emergency room. But the nagging, fearful voice in the back of my head is reminding me that his fingers aren’t eight inches long and he isn’t slamming them into me with all his might.

He finally took his fingers out of me. There was a brief pause while he covered his cock in lube and then wiped his greasy fingers on my lower back. I inhaled sharply when he gripped the cheeks of my ass in his two strong hands and spread them apart. Seconds later I felt the fat knob at the end of his cock pressing against my opening. I felt every muscle in my body tensing up as he began to apply pressure but I’m terrified of the pain I know I’m going to experience in just seconds. He just chuckled and muttered, “Dumb fuckin’ cunt. You wanna do it the hard way it’s up to you.”

I’m vaguely aware of Curtis coming closer with the camera but I didn’t see Ben on the other side of me until he slapped the back of my head and growled, “Jesus! You are one dumb white bitch, ain’t ya?! It won’t be half bad if you make yourself relax. Push back at him like you’re trying to go to the bathroom and stop panting like that. Take slow deep breaths. Or don’t. Like he said, it’s up to you.”

Without turning to look at him I moaned, “If it’s so easy how about if you take my place?!”

Ben grabbed a handful of my hair, leaned down until I felt his breath on my cheek and snarled, “Before long I’m gonna take his place bitch. Are there any more smart ass remarks you wanna make?”

It was at that moment Otto’s cock overcame the resistance of my sphincter and he drove it into my ass violently. I can’t be certain but I think only the head of his cock and a small fraction of the shaft is inside me. Any thought of a response to Ben was swept away, replaced by the pain and by the scream I couldn’t contain. “SHIT!! JESUS CHRIST IT HURTS!!! TAKE IT OUT! PLEASE, YOU’RE KILLING ME!!”

All four men seemed to find my response pretty amusing. They laughed and cracked obscene jokes about the loss of my last cherry.

Only the head of Otto’s cock has entered me but the pain is already excruciating. I struggled helplessly and pleaded with him to take it out. I promised him anything if he’d just take it out of me. He laughed and in a tone of voice that made it clear what a low opinion he has of me he exclaimed, “Shit, stupid! You’re gonna give me anything I want, anyway!”

I was only half aware when Tyrone grabbed a handful of my hair, lifted my head and pressed his lips to mine. I thought he was just trying to kiss me. Instead, it came as a bit of a shock when he exhaled forcefully into my mouth. I inhaled without thinking and started to choke for a moment. It took me a moment to realize he just exhaled the pungent smoke from a joint into my mouth. Just that one mild hit already had my head buzzing. He backed off, inhaled deeply and repeated the process. It’s not my first experience with marijuana but it has been years since I tried it. When I was a teenager, though, I don’t remember the joint of dubious origin with which my friends and I experimented having nearly the potency of this one.

I felt my head spinning after just those two hits and with no conscious effort on my part I felt my body slowly relax. My ass still feels like it’s on fire but the flames aren’t as hot. In fact, they’re actually tolerable now!

Tyrone blew another lung full of that potent smoke in my mouth and released my hair. My head fell back down onto my arms and suddenly getting fucked in the ass just wasn’t that big a deal.

The pain increased slightly when he forced another inch or two of his cock into my ass but thanks to that blessed smoke I found my body relaxing despite my fear and the slightly less severe pain.

I don’t know how long it took. Time wasn’t registering on my buzzing brain. But eventually I became aware of Otto’s hips pressing against the cheeks of my ass. He paused there long enough for me to grab a couple of deep breaths and then he slowly backed away. By the time he started forcing his cock back into me I had just about decided it wasn’t so bad. Just that realization seemed to relax me even more. And then things got even better. Ben moved closer and rested the head of his still slimy cock on my lips. I’m vaguely aware of a faint smile on my lips before I opened my mouth and began to lovingly nurse on the proffered cock.

The distraction of a cock in my mouth helped make Otto’s assault that much better but then someone, I couldn’t tell who, reached under me and began to tease my clit. I moaned around Ben’s cock and slowly became aware that my body is grinding my hips back against Otto, acting on its own with no conscious thought from me. It began to penetrate my drugged brain that as shocking as it sounds I’m actually starting to enjoy this! It may start out being unpleasant but as it turns out getting fucked in the ass can be kind of fun! Who knew?!!

It kind of threw me for a loop for a moment but gradually I became aware of the real truth. I’m not building toward a climax just because there’s a cock plunging in and out of my ass. I’m going to have an orgasm because of the situation; because I’m surrounded by four large black men who are using me as their personal sex slave and because I’m being forced, forced to have sex with them and forced to suck on a strange man’s cock while his friend rapes my ass and god only knows how many boys and young men are enjoying the show as they watch my naked body being abused through the large window behind me. These people are building on my fantasy. They’re plumbing my depths and adding to my already perverse fantasy, not that they realize it or would care if they did. The important thing for them is that they get to use me and humiliate me and that I can’t say no to anything they demand of me.

Realizing all those things about myself should be driving me to tears, not to the edge of another orgasm! I gasped around the semi-hard cock in my mouth when Otto started smacking my ass and calling me filthy names. The pain was surprisingly erotic and I agreed with every nasty thing he called me. Cocksucker, cunt, slut, black cock whore; all those things and more! And then, as if to signify my complete agreement I groaned around the cock in my mouth and experienced such a mind-numbing orgasm I nearly passed out!

But I’m not done! As the blood stopped pounding in my ears I felt Otto’s strong fingers clamping down painfully on the cheeks of my ass like huge talons. He must have realized I’m beginning to recover from my huge orgasm. He chuckled and then I heard him mutter, “God damn whore. Look at this fuck pig. There ain’t nothin’ we can do to her that don’t get her off! I bet we could bring one of them stray mutts in here and let him fuck her and she’d get off on it!”

Of course I wouldn’t want them to do something like that. What little of my rational mind that’s still functioning at the moment realizes that. But even so, at the moment I’m so high on marijuana and sex I can picture it in my mind and it fucking turns me on! I imagined them pushing me down on the dirty cement floor on my hands and knees and letting some nasty stray dog lick my well-used pussy before mounting me while Curtis records my humiliation and all these men and boys gather around and say the nastiest things about me.

Fucking an animal isn’t something I’ve had fantasies about and it isn’t something I want to happen. But the mental image in my lust crazed brain of the humiliation to which I’d be subjected if they forced me to have sex with an animal is driving me to yet another orgasm even as the effects of the marijuana seem to be fading and the pain of having a large cock plundering my ass begins to grow once more. The pain had subsided slightly not long after he began raping my ass but after my huge orgasm and the letdown that followed it’s slowly begun to build again. Apparently pain is a bit of a buzz kill. I want to spit out Ben’s cock and beg him to stop even though I know he’d just be amused. But at the same time I’m aware that something perverse inside of me wants him ... no, needs him to continue; to empty his big, black, hairy balls deep in my ass while he calls me all the nasty names I deserve to be called.

It seemed like forever but finally I felt him tensing up behind me and slowing down until he almost wasn’t moving. He groaned and the relief I felt was almost overwhelming. I knew he has finally finished fucking my ass and the ordeal is over. I’m still nervous, though. Tyrone and Curtis are waiting their turns. I pray they have no desire to rape my already sore ass. Especially Curtis! He’ll kill me if he sticks that big cock of his in my ass! And then I remember Ben said something about taking his turn. If he intends to fuck my ass I doubt if he’ll do it right away, though. I’ve been sucking on his cock since shortly after he removed it from my pussy and it’s still more soft than hard.

Otto finally slid his cock out of me and backed away. I felt Tyrone moving into position behind be. I held my breath for a long moment but then exhaled a loud sigh of relief when he lined the head of his cock up with my pussy and slowly pushed it in to the hilt. I heard Otto off to the side telling Tyrone how tight my ass is and that he should give it a try. Much to my relief Tyrone just ignored him.

Not long after Tyrone started fucking me I heard Otto ask Ben to let him use the dick washer for a minute. It came as a huge relief when Ben, without taking his own cock from my mouth or even turning to look at him, growled at him to use a rag or better yet go to the washroom and wash the damn thing. I’ve pretty much gotten used to sucking on the cocks that have just fucked my pussy. Sucking on a cock that has just come out of my ass is a whole new level of nasty. It makes me want to gag just thinking about it. I try not to think about the fact that I can’t count on Ben to always be around to keep Otto in check.

Grumbling under his breath, Otto pulled his pants on and left the office to go to the bathroom and wash his cock. As soon as the door closed behind Otto, Tyrone asked, “You gonna fuck her ass, Ben?”

Ben responded, “I’m not much into ass fuckin’ but I might as well give it a shot since she’s here and we can do any fuckin’ thing we want to her. I only fucked a broad’s ass once a long time ago. She whined about it so much I didn’t enjoy it. If this bitch starts whining all we gotta do is stick a dick in her mouth.”

There was a brief pause before Tyrone responded, “I never fucked a broad in the ass.” He paused and added with a touch of embarrassment obvious in his voice, “I fucked a dude a couple of times when I was in the joint the first time. They put this blonde kid in my cell. He’d just turned eighteen when he got arrested for his second DUI. Kinda cute for a dude; blonde, pouty and so fuckin’ scared I thought he might wet his pants. I was never into messing around with jailhouse fags so I was already horny as hell and something about that kid gave me a fuckin’ hard on. I made him suck me off twice that night. He hated it and I could tell he’d never sucked a cock before but he didn’t put up much of a fight. I did the same thing the next night and he didn’t fight at all. I just pulled my cock out and told him to do it and he did.”

“The next day a guy from the next cell offered me a pack of cigarettes for his cherry ass. I was just about to say no but I saw the look of horror on the kids face and couldn’t resist. I let him take the kid into his cell and pork him. The kid came back ten minutes later crying like a little girl. That night I pulled my dick out again and I didn’t even have to give the order. He got on his knees and started sucking and even put a little extra effort into it. I could tell he still hated it. I think he was trying to be extra nice so I wouldn’t sell his ass again. While he was sucking me off I got to thinking about it and decided I might as well give it a shot. I stood up and guided him to his bunk with my hand around his neck. He started sobbing and begging me not to do it. The dumb fuck didn’t even realize he was just turning me on even more.”

All this time Tyrone is still fucking me slowly and Ben is matching his rhythm, moving his rejuvenated cock in and out of my mouth while he and I are listening to Tyrone’s story. As horrifying as his tale is I found myself amused; not by the story but by the impression I’m getting that the two men have all but forgotten I’m there between them.

Tyrone continued, “Anyway, I fucked the kid and I have to admit it felt pretty damn good. The kid was tighter than hell. And I fucked him again the next night, too. But the more I thought about it the more the idea of fuckin’ a dude began to bother me. There’s just something not right about it. I never did it again. I still made him suck me off every night and I pimped him out to anyone with something to offer in exchange. I even made him put out for a couple of the guards. The little faggot kept me in smokes until I got out.”

“Since then I ain’t had no interest in fucking ass. I like pussy just fine.”

Tyrone picked up the pace once his story was finished. His large hands clamped down on my hips and he began slamming his cock into me with the usual violence. He started tensing up and doing that dance he does when he has an orgasm. I was so wrapped up in his orgasm I almost choked when Ben began to fill my mouth with his own sperm. He held my head tight and exclaimed, “SHIT! I was gonna fuck her ass. Now I’m gonna have to wait.”