Brooke Simms an 18-year old senior in high school lived in a far northern suburb of St. Louis. She had a younger brother in 8th grade. The Simms lived in a small community, but in an upscale house, in a nice subdivision. Brooke lived a very normal life of an 18-year old high school senior. She was an A and B student, competed in varsity tennis. She was beginning to look seriously at her college destination. It was narrowed down to 3 choices. She followed the rules her parents set for her, you could call her a “good girl.”
When she got her drivers license, her parents bought her a good used car. It was a red 2012 Scion. Brooke had many privileges from her parents, earned by her for always doing the right thing. But like any normal 18-year old girl Brooke had thoughts of things she hadn’t experienced yet, social, sexual, boys, like other females her own age. Brooke was looking forward to getting out in the world to feel her oats. She kept those thoughts, feelings, inside, and plotted her way through high school, continuing to do the right things and have fun.
Brooke stood 5 foot 9, with a thin body frame, long slim legs. Her chest was beginning to expand, she wore a 33B bra. She wore her dirty blonde long, past her shoulders. It was styled and curled very nicely. Brooke had a body type like a model, and at 18 more cute, than beautiful. She was certainly moving towards the term “very pretty.”
A young man, Brooke’s age and a junior starting dating Brooke. His name was Eric. They seemed to be more friends doing things together and with other friends. Eric took Brooke to Homecoming. Of course they kissed, but nothing more sexual than that.
Tennis season just finished, it was the second week of October. The Simms family had been invited to a wedding, about 5 hours away.The date was, in two weeks. The wedding was the daughter of neighbors of the Simms. They had moved away 2 years ago. The wedding was on the South side of Chicago. There was debate in Brooke’s household about going. Mom wanted to go, Dad really didn’t want to go, Brooke did, and her brother said “no way.” They were all invited.
The debate had continued since the invitation arrived 3 months ago. So finally a compromise was agreed on. Dad, Mom, and Brooke would go, the brother would do a sleepover at a friends house. The other 3 would go to the wedding, and at first decided to get a hotel room to stay over Saturday night and come home Sunday morning. But as the date got closer, Dad didn’t want to stay overnight, just go to the wedding reception and come home. Mom was unsure, and Brooke wanted to stay overnight. Because she was “the good girl,” she was given the ok to drive her car, and stay overnight. Mom and Dad would leave after the reception. When she told Eric of the idea, he tried once, then tried again to get Brooke to agree to let him drive there on Saturday night. The notion of them sleeping together was not discussed, Brooke would have shot that down, but Eric said it would be fun to just “party!” Brooke only saw danger, besides she wanted to enjoy the reception, and maybe spend some time with her friend, the bride. She knew that probably wouldn’t happen, but she always thought receptions were fun. So the weekend plans were set.
Brooke was excited to see her friend, and to stay in a hotel room alone. She was also a little apprehensive about it too. She thought about the fun she could find, but also knew deep in her heart she would spend it in the hotel room, watching TV or reading a book. She giggled to herself, thinking how boring she was. She even called her best high school friend, Nicole, to laugh with her about being alone in a hotel room and just watching TV. Of all the things or activities Brooke could think of to do, she told Nicole “just hanging around and watching TV shows is the best.” Nicole and Brooke ended their phone conversation laughing.
Brooke made her parents day by telling them she could wear her prom dress to the wedding. Her mom thought Brooke looked gorgeous in the dress. Her father couldn’t disagree that their daughter looked “gorgeous” he just wasn’t totally comfortable with the style or the length of her dress. But being a dad he could only voice his opinions so long. Brooke’s mom said the dress was fine. The opinions had been given, and dad took the high road. So Brooke choose to wear it to the wedding.
The Saturday arrived and Mom, Dad and Brooke headed to the wedding. Brooke driving her Scion and parents in their vehicle. Both Mom and Brooke choose to change at the hotel. As with most Dad’s, he wore his suit, and now had to sit and wait for his wife and daughter to get ready. Brooke did her hair, she twirled/curled the ends, and it fell to a few inches above her breasts. She also teased the hair by her forehead like a small braid.
Brooke put on a pair of white drop earrings, and a silver necklace, with a heart pennant. Her underwear included a pair of pink bikini style panties, suntan colored pantyhose, and a white strapless bra, with a front clasp. The dress was a short white strapless style. It was extremely short, most of Brooke’s slim thighs were very visible. It wasn’t easy for a Brooke to sit gracefully or for too long. The dress had a silver band that ran around the dress, just under her bosom. The shoes Brooke brought were silver pumps, with 2 ⅜ inch heels. She felt uncomfortable being so tall in these situations. The strapless dress was tight, but showed no cleavage, yet separated her two orbs perfectly! Standing in her silver pumps, Brooke did look beautiful!
It was a 2 PM ceremony, and a 25 minute drive to the hotel where all the events, including the reception, were being held. The wedding was a 200 person event. Brooke and her parents found seats in the middle, on the brides side. With the seating just folding chairs Brooke’s splendid looking legs were on display. Fortunately the ceremony was not very long. The bride and groom greeted all the invitees, then took their limo ride.
It was the usual long wait for them to return for the 5 PM wedding dinner. As they waited several of the young men there certainly noticed the leggy Brooke Simms! She sat at a table with her parents and others she didn’t know. Dinner ended and the dancing started. Several of those young men, all older than herself asked her to dance. She was a bit embarrassed, as she wasn’t the best dancer, and she was aware of how much thigh she was showing. Yet, Brooke still danced with a few, had fun.
By 7:30ish Brooke’s dad was ready to leave. He checked with Brooke to be sure she had the hotel key and all the things dads do to be sure their daughters are safe. Eventually Brooke’s dad gave her a hug, as did mom and they left to drive home. Brooke did find some time to talk to the bride for 5 to 10 minutes before the bride moved onto all that a bride has to do on her wedding day.
As the night moved on and the wedding began to get crazy, louder music, and more booze, the crowd thinned out some too. Brooke was asked to dance three more times, and she did. She enjoyed it more as her parents were gone. But she was offered champagne, wine, and beer. Those same two young men tried to get Brooke to drink some alcohol, but no way was Brooke going to do that.
By 9:45 Brooke told the bride and groom goodnight. It was time for her to go back to the hotel. Brooke was tired, not wanting to put her pumps back on, her feet were sore. She had been dancing without them on. She wanted to get back to the hotel and get out of the strapless bra. It was tight, and constricting. She giggled to herself at what she and Nicole had laughed about a few weeks ago, during a sleepover. Nicole told Brooke she was “letting her girls go free” the rest of the night. Brooke had not heard that expression before, and couldn’t stop laughing!
Brooke walked to her car in the hotel parking garage. She found the parking stub. It was about a 30 minute ride back to the hotel. She was surprised her dad hadn’t asked her to call when she left or got to the hotel. She decided she should do and talked to her parents for about 5 minutes. She hung up, walking to her car, wondering what the rest of her evening would be like. She giggled to herself, knowing nothing was going to happen.
Brooke’s heels clicked loudly on the concrete of the parking garage. The sound drew the attention of J.T. and Myles. The two men had just finished up a plumbing job in the hotel where the wedding had been held. Both men were in their late 20’s and black. J.T. was the larger. He had been an offensive lineman in high school. His hair was in long dreadlocks, that ran down past his shoulders. Next to him was Myles. Myles had not been a football player in school but did play basketball. He possessed the muscular, wiry, body for it. His dark black skin was covered in black tattoos, and his short hair was wrapped in tight, cornrows. They were decent plumbers, but their favorite pastime was rape. The plumbing job was really just for access to victims. That is why they were still here, people watching from the windshield of their rusty, white paneled, van. The two men had been watching groups of people leave the hotel. Most of the crowds had left. It appeared their perfect opportunity had eluded them. The men were getting ready to call it a night, till the clicking of heels caught their attention.
“Check that shit out,” Myles said.
“I’m seeing it,” J. T. replied.
“Goddamn, I’d love to run my tongue up those long legs,” Myles commented.
“Oh shit! She dropped her keys!' J. T. observed, ’Will you look at that ass?”
“That’s it. She’s the one. I’m definitely going. Get the side door. I gotta move before she gets in,” Myles stated.
J.T. glanced left and right. “It’s clear…Move,” he said.
Myles quietly and quickly bailed out the passenger side door. J.T. exited, headed to the van’s side. Myles crept behind Brooke’s car then swiftly moved to its drivers side. Brooke had just entered the car, slipping her keys into the ignition. In a flash, Myles snatched her from the seat, dragging her from the car. Her purse fell open to the floor. Myles reached down for a quick second and snatched her drivers license. J.T. had already opened the side panel, started the van, and was waiting behind the Scion. With one hand over her mouth and an arm around her waist, Myles pulled Brooke up and into the van. Using his foot, he swung the panel door closed. Just as quickly, the van was safely out of the garage and into the dark street.
Before Brooke could scream out, Myles hand was replaced by a shop rag, which he quickly tied around her head. Conveniently, a pair of cuffs already jingled on an overhead bar in the van. Brooke’s hands were jerked over her head and locked into place. There was not enough room for them to stand, so with her legs already bent, with the next road bump, Brooke was hanging by her wrists.
Myles leaned over her, smelling her fear and perfume. The short, white dress had ridden up, revealing her hose-covered thighs. She jerked as he ran his black hand up her thigh. “Nice legs, White Girl,” he remarked.
J.T. hollered back from the driver’s seat; “Hey, Man, don’t touch the merchandise till we get there. I don’t want to miss her reveal.”
“Aww, Man. I’ll be good,” Myles replied, yet with a grin, he ran his hand up under her hem, feeling the warmth of her crotch through the panties. “I got a big dick for this,” he told her, rubbing his crotch with his free hand. Next he moved across from her, taking a seat on the other side of the van. He kept eyeing her, licking his lips, while pulling at his crotch. Brooke shivered, cowering in fear.
Later the van drove up to an isolated 12 X 20 storage bldg. From the windowless, van, Brooke had no idea where it was. Her cuffs were released. Myles jerked her arm painfully behind her back, maneuvered her out of the van, and into the locked storage. Within the metal bldg was one old metal table, a few metal chairs, a small fridge, side table with a small, burner stove, and twin size bed. The metal-framed, bed had only one thin, blue and gray striped, stained, mattress. A pair of steel cuffs dangled from both sides of the headboard. Longer ones hung from its base. Viewing the bed, Brooke’s eyes widened in horror. She began backpedaling and screaming behind her gag. Her heels clicked on the bare, concrete, floor.
“What’s the matter, Little White Girl; See something you don’t like?” Myles laughed. He held her struggling, form tighter. Tossing the loose cuffs to J.T., Myles nodded up at a ceiling beam; “You want the honors?” While J.T. took Brooke’s wrists, Myles wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her body from the ground. J.T. cuffed Brooke’s right wrist, threw the empty end over the beam, then cuffed her left. When Myles released Brooke’s waist, she hung, heels inches off the floor by her tender wrists. The rag was pulled from her mouth.
“Scream all you want, White Girl; No one can here you out here,” J. T. stated.
Disregarding his words, Brooke screamed, “Help! Help! Someone, Help!”
J.T. laughed, then punched her in the gut. Air painfully flew from her lungs.
“P…Please..Uh…P..Please…Ugh…Let me g…go,” she pleaded between breaths.
“Maybe when we’re through with you, White Girl,” Myles said. He dug his hands into the tight band at the top of her dress, with a yank, Brooke’s’ top was pulled down below the silver band. Above, her full, 33B breasts rested in a white, strapless bra.
“No! No! No!” she screamed.
“Yes. Yes, Yes,' Myles mocked, his hands reaching for the single catch at the bra’s center, ’Let’s set these puppies free.”
Suddenly those words were no longer funny to Brooke. Releasing the catch, the bra separated, revealing, a nice pair of young, pert, orbs, each one topped with a rosy areola, capped with half-raisin, sized nipples.
“Sweet Mother of God,” J.T. remarked running his dark hand over one’s flesh. Myles took the other and both men squeezed and caressed the soft flesh.
“Stop it! Stop it!” Brooke cried, squirming in her cuffs. Her heels kicked, tugging at her arms, as her body swung. Her kicks were nothing on their muscular legs.
“Alright. Enough with the kicking, Bitch,” J. T. spat. He bent down picking up one leg. Myles took her other. Their dark hands caressed her ankles over the hose, then each one slipped off a silver heel, tossing it aside. With a foot in each hand, the men’s fingers went up each thigh, pulling at Brooke’s suntanned, hose, ripping and yanking the material down her long legs. Next, J.T. began rolling the hem of her short dress up her soft thighs. A light pink pair of bikini panties became visible. Beneath the panties could be seen the tight slit of her sex, where the pink material tucked into the crease. Around that crease were the imprint of tiny curled hairs. Myles took a whiff.
“Damn, smell that shit; Will you, J.T. That’s some fine pussy right there,” he commented. He spun her hips around and peeked where the crack of her ass rode into the cloth. “And look at that. That ass is just screaming for some cock,” he added.
J.T. began jerking and ripping the rest of the white dress from Brooke’s flesh. Her legs kicked and her breasts danced, as she screamed. “No! No! No! No! No!”
Myles saw his opportunity to get up on the bed and lick this cuties legs! He started at her ankle and his tongue was like snake, darting and dancing around and up from her ankle to her calf. She tasted fresh and his tongue ran over her smooth skin! J.T. saw the fun Myles was having and took her other slender leg. His wet tongue slide up and the sexy leg! The two tongue’s met about the same time at her knees. Brooke could only scream out in frustration of being unable to stop them.
The worst was here for her. The two men were feasting on her thighs, wrapping their tongues about the flesh, or twisting her limb to lick underneath! Hands also were feeling the slender gams, rubbing, sliding up and down her flesh. The men were into using their tongues, but then the scent of Brooke’s pussy entered their noses!
"Shit, I got the scent of white girl “vanilla pie!” “Woooo, bet this cunt tastes fucking amazing!”
Myles stood and pulled her body close to his. Her nose flared at his musk. He slipped his hand beneath her panties and felt the soft cheeks of her ass. "What’s your name, White Girl?' he asked. His hand slipped farther, fingers reaching deeper into the crack of her butt.
“B…Brooke,' she whimpered, ’D…Don’t. Please, don’t.” She could feel the thick finger, playing against the ring of her virgin anus, pressing at the hole.
“You have a tight ass, Brooke. Is your pussy just as tight?” Myles asked.
“Please, don’t…I’ve never… I haven’t…” Brooke stuttered.
Both men stopped and shared a look. Too late Brooke realized her mistake; The thought of her being a virgin would not make them stop. It only accelerated their lust.
“This I have to see,” J.T. stated. With a jerk, his strong hands ripped her panties away. Bending down, he yanked her thighs apart and peered into her sex. Brooke was more than humiliated. “Hold them apart, and let me look,” he told Myles. Myles knelt, his face inches from her sweet butt. Her thighs were viciously held apart. The pussy was beautiful. Her mound was a neatly trimmed triangle of soft dirty blonde curls. The fingers of J.T. pried into her cunt, pulling, stretching, probing.
“Please, please. Oh, please, stop! Help someone!” Brooke cried.
“Well, I’ll be God-dammed, Myles. We caught ourselves a little, virgin, white girl.”
“Hmm, Mmmm,” Myles hummed. While he was down there, he took it to himself to spread her ass cheeks, and dip his long, tongue into her rear, honey hole.
J.T. stood, licking his fingers and watching her face. It was beet red, tears flowing down her face, running in trails down her heaving breasts. He nodded towards the bed in the far corner. “We’re going to move you over there, cuff your little arms up, and put a pillow to your back. That way your can have an excellent view of your first cock. You ready for that, Brooke? You ready for your first hard, black, cock?” He tapped Myles on the shoulder, “Come on, Man. Let’s get her over to the bed. We’ll have plenty of time to eat that shit.”
Brooke groaned when they released her wrists. She wanted to fight again but her arms were numb. J.T. picked her up this time. Myles tossed a large pillow to the head of the bed. Brooke was tossed to her back. She glanced back and forth in panic, watching each man take an arm, stretch it up and out, then latch it to the cuffs at each far corner of the headboard. Her naked body was pulled straight out. The silver necklace, with heart pendant, sparkled between her heaving, young breasts. She kicked her feet, but each man sat on the bed, taking an ankle, wrapping it in course rope. They knew just where to run the rope. The coils ran under the bed, then the men began to pull the ropes taut.
“No! No!” she cried again, tossing her blonde hair back and forth, pulling at her numb wrists. Brooke could feel the tug of the ropes, pulling, stretching her ankles outwards to the sides of the bed. Her silver pumps were put back on her feet, but they could do nothing, as she couldn’t move her feet. Myles and J. T. admired her beautiful, lean, thighs spread wide apart!
“There, there’s that little virgin pussy,” J.T. remarked, tying off his end of the rope. His black fingers went right to her cunt.
“No!” Brooke screamed, digging her ass deep into the mattress, trying to roll her cunt away from the invading fingers.
“I thing she’s getting wet already,' Myles observed, Little White Girl just can’t wait to have some hard cock.”
Brooke could see her wetness glistening on the dark fingers. She closed her eyes. ’No. This can’t be happening. Maybe it’s some reaction to my fear. I’ve heard that can a happen. No. Not me; Not now,' she thought. Brooke tried to think of something else; Block her mind. She couldn’t. The fingers hurt; Stretched her open. Then she felt something new; Something different; Warm, and wet. Brooke opened her eyes and looked down. Myles had moved to the bed. He was naked, and his face was buried between her spread thighs.
Brooke’s body was awoken from a completely new feeling, one of excitement and the other, arousal. It was her own arousal, one she hadn’t wanted. She had no control of her feelings. Myles was stimulating her clit, one that she had experimented with on her own. But this one a man using her clitoris as his own joy stick! He licked it, sucked it out of hiding, then using his fingers to rub it erect! She had never felt this stimulation and arousal ever before.
The cornrows of his head moved up and down. His tongue was lapping at her center. She saw across his back. The dark skin of his bare ass glistened in the lights. “Oh, God,” she groaned.
J.T. was undressing and laughing at the girl’s shocked face. She would have a lot of shocks before this night was over. Once naked, J.T. stepped over the bed and sat straddled on Brooke’s chest. His thick, 9 inch cock rested between her 33B orbs. She was shocked, to say the least. J.T. gripped the top of her dirty blonde locks, easing the face towards his shaft.
“It’s time to use that mouth, White Girl. You suck me up good, or you just may not make it home after this,” J.T. warned.
Brooke’s heart throbbed in her chest. She had absolutely no idea how to service a cock, and was repulsed at its sight. “Please. I don’t know how. I have never. Please just let me go?” she sobbed.
“Well, you better be a fast learner, Bitch, cause you ain’t goin nowhere till we are good and finished with you. So open that fucking mouth and start lathering this pole up.”
“Pleas…Umph,” Brooke was shut off, as J.T. jerked her hair and pushed his dark cap in through her lips.
“Suck it, Whore. Purse those sweet, pink, lips around its head. Mmm, like that, Girl. That’s the way. Suck.”
Before long, J.T. was raising up on is knees, forcing Brooke’s head against the headboard, and stuffing his cock down her throat. All the while, Myles continued lapping away at her cunt, and thrusting at it with his fingers. Brooke, coughed, choked and gagged on the stiff dick. Spit and tears ran down her face. J.T. wanted to fuck her but her mouth felt so damn good. He could feel the pressure building deep in his heavy balls.
‘Fuck it,’ he decided, ‘I can always be the first to take her virgin ass. I just got to see her with a mouthful of my cum.’
“Yea, Blondie, yea. You better swallow what’s coming to ya.” He grasped her head with both hands and peered down into her tear-streaked eyes. Her braided hair was beginning come apart and stick to her forehead. “Look here, White Girl,” J.T. ordered before groaning loudly. He watched his own cock twitch, shooting its hot seed into the girl’s arm mouth. Her eyes shot wide open in shock, as her cheeks bulged with J.T.'s cum. Just from watching her face, he couldn’t stop cumming. She choked. Sperm rolled out from the corners of her lips, trailing down her chin. “No, no, Little White Girl, You’re gonna have to swallow that load,” he warned her. She stared back at him in fear, then closed her eyes, and forced the thick goo down her throat. It was like a hot volume of flem going down. Her stomach gurgled in revulsion, as it hit bottom.
When J.T. climbed off of Brooke’s chest, Myles laughed. “Damn, Man, I heard her stomach from down here.”
“I don’t think she will be thirsty for awhile,” J.T. laughed back.
“Well, Just maybe she’s ready for that black cock, I promised her. Aren’t ya, Little White Girl?”
Brooke’s eyes were frozen at the sight of Myles’ stiff black shaft. It stood out high against its backdrop of black curly hair. The shaft was not quite as thick as J.T.'s, but just a little longer. The scary, uncircumcised head, dripped clear fluid to the mattress in one, long strand. The thought of pregnancy filled her mind. Being a virgin, and not expecting sex, Brooke took no precautions; Apparently, neither did her two, black rapists. There were no condoms to be seen, in either hand, shelf or floor. ’Maybe, she prayed, Myles would find one from his pants pocket?” That was yet to be seen. Brooke was incredibly naïve. Instead, he crawled between her spread thighs, stroking his stiff rod with a smile. Brooke began begging, pleading, screaming at him to stop, let her go, don’t do it, or put something on his dick. “Please,' she whimpered, ’Please…”
I can’t let for your first cock be ruined by a thin sheet of rubber, White Girl. No, Honey, you get to feel every bit of my cock. Wouldn’t you love a fine, black, baby to show your friends?" Myles teased.
With her knees pried back and open, Brooke was helpless as Myles rubbed the thick head of his cock up and down through her wet petals. Whether she wanted it or not her young pussy was fully aroused. The swollen lips of her labia parted, allowing the cock-head to slip across her opening. Slowly it began to push inwards.
“No! Don’t do this! Please!” Brooke cried. There was no hope, instead, she felt the tip press, forcing her opening to stretch around its circumference. “It hurts! Stop! Stop!” she screamed.
Myles bent down and bit an erect nipple. When she screamed, he immediately covered her mouth with his own. He was watching her eyes, as his tongue pressed hers aside. He knew she was tasting her own cunt from his lips. Next, he thrust his hips forward. Myles almost came right then, as she screamed, and her hot, sweet, breath smothered his face. It took everything he had to not spill his seed early. His cock was buried, but still not all the way. He kept watching her cry and grimace with pain. Once regaining control, he thrust again.
“Mmmm, so fucking tight,” he moaned. Finally buried deep, Myles rose up on his hands and peered at the joining of their body’s. Below the soft curls of her mound, he could see the base of his black cock, fully encased in the pinkness of her virgin snatch. It was a wondrous sight.
Brooke’s body throbbed. The tender mouth of her sex burned where it stretched around his meat. She could feel the warm trickle of her own blood, slowly trailing from her cunt, down the crack of her ass. She prayed he would not move. Each shift of his body made her cringe in pain, yet she knew that soon, he would move again. Brooke could feel his eyes, they were judging her pain, soaking up her humiliation. He was waiting for the right moment to give her more.
J.T. stood above, watching, and growing hard. “I don’t think she likes your cock, Old Boy,” he remarked.
“Well, her pussy sure does. It’s sucking me like a new vacuum. Just watch her when I really start to pound this shit.” Myles looked down at her and lifted his black ass, slowly withdrawing the shaft from her cunt hole. She said nothing, but was sucking her lower lip and shaking her head back and forth. “Oh, yes, Girl. Aghh!” Myles said, throwing his ass forward and ramming his cock home. He savored her scream.
Myles fucking began, whipping his shaft back, then stuffing it in. His crotch smacked against hers. Brooke’s body rocked back on the bed, her thighs flowering out beside his black hips. The back of her head slammed into the headboard, and her round tits rolled up, down, and sideways.
“Take that dick! You take that dick, Girl,” J.T. cheered.
Even as she cringed in pain, Brooke’s own body was responding. White cream mixed with her virgin blood, coating the length of the thrusting, black, cock.
“Damn, this is some sweet, white, pussy,” Myles remarked through his pleasure.
“Give it to her. Give it to the White, Bitch. Make her take it all, then fill her little, pussy up,” J.T. added.
“It won’t be long, Brother. This shit’s too fucking good,” Myles groaned.
“That’s OK. Flood the bitch up. We’ve got all night,” J.T. replied.
After a few additional thrusts of the flesh, that’s just what Myles did. Groaning loudly, he flooded Brooke with cum. His wet cock plopped out of her sex, splashing blood and cum across her belly. She could feel more pour out down her crack to the mattress below. J.T. helped his friend up then took his place between her thighs.
“No. Please, no more,” Brooke cried.
“Nope. Much more,” J.T. stated, wasting no time driving his thick shaft into her tender cunt. She grunted and groaned with each slap of flesh. Having cum earlier in her virgin mouth, J.T. had the staying power of a porn star. Brooke was surprised when he stopped in one mid-thrust, and pulled his cock from her sex. “Help me get her over,” he told his friend.
Brooke had no clue, when she was released from her binds, only to be flipped to her stomach. Again her hands were stretched above and cuffed to the headboard. The two pillows that had been stuffed behind her head were then placed under her hips. This rose her curvy, young, ass up from the bed. Again her ankles were spread and tied to the bed’s sides. Brooke’s backside was left venerable to the black men’s new advances. Still hard, J.T. toyed with her exposed asshole. Wetting his fingers with cum, he stretched the ring with two fingers, before inserting a third.
“Oh, God, no! Stop!” she pleaded.
“I’m about to bust another of your cherries, White Bitch,” J.T. spat.
“Go ahead, Man, fill her ass with that black meat,' Myles added, ’I bet it’s tight as fuck. Give her the meat.”
J.T. gripped Brooke’s head, gathering up her dirty blonde hair in his fingers. Next he slammed her face into the dirty mattress. It softened her scream when his thick, head squeezed into her virgin ass. “Mmm, You are so right, Myles; I think she’s going to pinch my dick off. I’ll open her right up though. Watch me make her bleed.”
Bleed she did. The tight crease around her ring and J.T.'s shaft cracked. Trails of dark blood tricked down the crack to her cunt. It ended in the pool of reddish cum that had leaked from her recently used cunt, soaking into the mattress below. J.T. did not care. He fucked away like a happy rutting bull, slapping his black crotch against her naked, white, ass.
Harder and more swollen the cock became as it expanded in her warm ass. J.T. was close to busting his load. Suddenly to Brooke’s surprise, J.T. pulled his slick, cock from her tight, ass. Her asshole remained open; A gaping hole streaked in red. Wasting no time, J.T. drove it full tilt into her cunt below. Brooke screamed into the mattress. There were only a few brutal strokes left, then J.T. howled. Brooke’s young, pussy was again flooded with sperm.
“No. No. No,” she whimpered. Exhausted and defeated, she lay vulnerable on the bed. Her weak arms and legs were released. Still, her rapists were not done. Brooke’s innocent body, naked, in a fetal position, with cum leaking from her cunt, kept their dicks alive. Myles lifted her up by the hair, to a sitting position on the edge of the bed.
“Clean us, Bitch,” he ordered, pulling her face to his long, black shaft.
Demoralized, she opened her lips and accepted her fate. The black meat disappeared into her small mouth. She gagged at the flavor of her cunt and his cum. That was not all. J.T. took her head next, turning her to face his filthy shaft. The dark length was covered in specks of shit from her ass and slimy layers of blood and cum. It’s flavor was worse. Still she excepted the black cock to her lips. Back and forth it went, her head being turned from cock to cock. With each stroke, the cocks became harder and went deeper into her parched throat. Spit spilled down her chin soaking her beautiful bare breasts. Dark hands smeared the slobber across her flesh, pinching and pulling at each tender, swollen, nipple.
Cocks hard, J.T. and Myles were ready for round two.
“Stand up and turn around, Whore,” Myles ordered.
Brooke stood on shaky high heels. Her knees wobbled. She cringed when Myles hand caressed the soft cheeks of her ass. He spread the two cheeks, peering down at her abused rosebud. “No,” she squeaked, feeling his penis press against the sensitive oval. Quickly and deliberately, Myles yanked her back against his cock, piercing her rectum with his rod. J.T. was there to jerk her face to his thick lips. His mouth captured her scream, shutting it down with a probing tongue. He took her hand and forced it down to his throbbing shaft. The black hand collapsed over hers, making her fingers encircle his length, forcing her to stroke it.
The two nodded their approval. Myles turned, sitting on the edge off the bed, pulling Brooke with him. She landed straddling his dark legs, hard cock still embedded deep in her ass. J.T. took her small ankles and rose them up. He forced her thighs to stretch, as he placed them on his thick shoulders. She gasped in horror, as J.T. lined his dick up with her available hole. New pain entered her body, when the thick shaft drove in above Myles’ cock in her ass. Fully stuffed, Brooke groaned as they fucked her.
All night the abuse went on. The rapists never tired. They forced her to suck them to hardness after each fuck. Once they even forced both cocks into her pussy together, laughing and slapping her tender tits. The pain was horrendous. Cum was everywhere. It matted her hair and stuck to her skin. The powerful aroma of sex never left her mind. So much sperm had flooded her cunt, that she knew she would be pregnant. She prayed that, at least, they would let her go free.
Brooke had no idea what time it was. She was tossed her dress and told to put it back on, minus bra, hose, and panties. J.T. made her step to where he was sitting. He ran his hand up under her dress, fingers dipping into her cum-filled cunt. Myles stood behind her running the blade of a sharp knife across the hollow of her throat.
“Now, you, remember, Brooke; You don’t remember our faces, van, or anything about us. We have friends everywhere, and we know exactly where both you and your family live. One call, and you and your mother could be back on this bed, or hanging naked, by the neck to some highway overpass.” J.T. threatened, as he waved her drivers license in her face.
“Y…Yes, Sir. I remember nothing, I promise,” she answered in tears.
“Good, now spread those legs, and ride my cock one last time. I want to leave you full of my black seed. You want that; Don’t you?”
Myles pressed the knife tighter to her throat.
“Yes…Yes, Sir,” she whimpered back. Brooke did just as asked, lifting her white dress, spreading her thighs, and lowering her wet pussy down his shaft.
The cum was still running down her thighs, when a bag was placed over her head, and she was ushered back to the van.
Later, she was tossed from the still-moving, van, landing painfully in some backstreet alley, on the very south side of Chicago.
All she remembered was that she shouldn’t remember, but that she would never forget. Her hand went straight to her belly. Brooke knew another reminder would be there soon.