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The Next Baywatch Star
Author unknown
m/f mmm/f nc rape dog/f dog,dog/f blackmail
A blonde, 22-years old actress, blue eyes: Claudia Hamilton
Her best friend in L.A.: Ginger Johnson
The white kidnapper: Johnny Hodges
Five Negro brothers: Marvin, Sean, Roy, Mike, Wayne
The two Hispanic bikers: Bongo, Garcia
The retarded white handyman: Junior
Thursday, July 15: One normal Dinner
It was a splendid summer evening; the sun, setting directly in the sea,
had left the air around LA pleasantly clear. It was a magnificent evening
for dining outside, and Claudia Hamilton, having just finished a relaxed
dinner with her friend Ginger Johnson, didn’t really want to get back home.
The recent news had been too good to stay quiet, and the young starlette
she’d known in Hollywood just a few days before had been a good listener,
while she talked about the extraordinary fact that she had been chosen to
replace Pamela Anderson as the new Baywatch bombshell blonde.
The young, beautiful Claudia had been a perfectly good choice for the
part. Tall and quite slim, with wide shoulders and long, slender legs, she
had the frame of a real athlete, and was perfect for the part of a
lifeguard; but she also had big, round, natural tits that were hanging
beautifully over her flat belly, so she was sexy enough for the show. And
her face was marvellous, a delicate oval with a little upturned nose, full
red lips, perfect, bright teeth and big blue eyes. Her long blonde hair
cascaded seductively on those wide shoulders and formed a light curtain over
her forehead, her blue eyes; she was a blonde bombshell, as good as Pamela
Anderson, maybe better, as there wasn’t a single ounce of silicon in Claudia
Hamilton’s perfect body. All of her was natural, and her pale white flesh
was completely unblemished. She was gorgeous, and nobody, surely not Ginger
Johnson, could doubt that she had got the part because somebody just wanted
to get in her panties.
Ginger was tempted to ask what she’d had to trade for the role, but she
kept the question for her; she knew that now her friend was important enough
to help her getting a similar role, and she didn’t want to upset her. Still,
she had an early call for the morning after, at 6 for a movie rehearsal, so
she couldn’t stay much longer in the restaurant where the new ‘Baywatcher’
had invited her, and at 10,30 they left the place on Claudia’s old Ford
convertible. She wanted to trade it for a zippy new BMW, she told to Ginger
Johnson, as soon she got some more money from the Baywatch series.
The Kidnapping
After she’d left Ginger at her condo, she drove slowly back to her home.
She wasn’t in a hurry, and was happy to have dropped the top of her car
down, so she was really enjoying her condition, and driving in the warm
summer evening with the hair in the wind. She was a star, now! And the fact
that one waiter had recognised her in the restaurant had made her proud of
it.
Somehow, she got suddenly aware of the fact that the car wasn’t really
going well, in fact, even if she was driving slowly, it had begun to slide
sideways all over the road like it was a boat; a motorcyclist stopped beside
her at the next traffic light and raised the visor of her helmet. He was a
white young man in his twenties, who smiled and said "Ma’am, excuse me, but
your rear right tire is flat." Claudia was mildly upset by the inconvenient,
and looked with a faint smile at the guy. She was always afraid of meeting
strangers, especially in the night, but this one looked nice enough, and,
besides, he was the only one who could help her there. He continued: "If you
want some help, maybe I can do it. It’s worth changing it now, there’s a
rest area just ahead of us." She had to drive across nearly all of LA to
come back at her flat, so she knew she couldn’t ignore his proposal: she
smiled, thanked him and stopped in the small rest area. There was nobody
around, and she had just shut the engine when the motorcyclist stopped and
walked towards the car.
He was quite good-looking, a blonde-haired guy in his twenties with a nice
smile. She thought that he’d tried to sneak a peek of her while they were
changing the tire; she was relieved instead to hear him saying "But you’re
Miss Claudia Hamilton, aren’t you? What a honour!" Still sitting in her old
Ford convertible, she smiled, feeling suddenly much more confident, in
complete control of the situation. She knew that her perfect long legs were
nicely exposed by her pleated miniskirt, and she knew what the boy would
like to see, what would be a nice reward for his help. She smiled at him,
and said in a childish voice "Yes.... and so you might be so kind to change
me the tire? I’m not so good at it, you know...." "Sure!" The teenager said,
smiling broadly, in childish excitement, "but then you’ll owe me an
autograph!"
Smiling at the naive youngster, she said "Of course, honey". But she
wanted to ‘encourage’ him a little bit more, so, when he got a few feet
apart disappearing behind a tin hut to look for a telephone to ‘tell his
mother he’d be a little late’ and then went for the spare in the boot, she
slid a little bit in the seat; that way, she knew that her white thin
panties would have been visible under her miniskirt. The gorgeous actress
sometimes enjoyed teasing boys like that, and the bulging eyes and crotch of
the boy, when he came back asking for the keys of the boot, were good fun
for her.
Bad news were coming, though. The boy opened the boot, she heard him
fumble and then he got back with a sorry face, saying "Your spare is flat,
madam. Real awful, that. What would you like to do, now?" She got serious,
the smile disappeared instantly. She never cared for maintenance of that old
car, and now that was the effect.
"I don’t know.... What can I do, now?" she asked, feeling a little bit
lost. The youngster turned towards the small hut in the bottom of the area
and said "Well, there’s a telephone there, and I think you’ll find someone
to help you.... if you can’t find some help, we can just lock the car and I
can give you a hike where you’d like." Claudia, upset by the inconvenience,
and surely not wanting to ride with that creep, stood out of the car, walked
to the hut thinking that the boy must have had his little jerk’s eyes on her
swiggling ass, and got inside the hut. She took the phone in her hands; she
didn’t even feel the nightstick hitting her from behind. It simply was,
suddenly, all black.
Friday, July 16th In the Junkyard
It was still very dark, but the dawn of Friday now was near. The huge
Black man got out of the large but decrepit brick building in the middle of
the junkyard and looked in the direction of the faint light just appearing
over the horizon. Lighting a cigarette, he idly made a sort of program
listing: it will be a nice hot day, he thought, and we’ll have a lot of work
to do..... Hell, I’ve still got to break that stolen Plymouth for spares ...
.. Well, he shrugged, I’ve better things to think about, now. He walked
slowly to the ample yard where he kept his four large dogs, one female
Rottweiler, two Dobermans, one huge reddish-brown mongrel born from some
crossing between a Dane and a Rottweiler, or so it looked, powerful and
ugly. The bitch must be in heat, he thought, and the dogs were aching to get
her, so he had to get her in a separate yard, otherwise the guard dogs would
not have cared for intruders, they would have just chased that horny bitch
around. And they couldn’t just stop them; even with this arrangement, they
had howled a good part of the night, and they were sleeping since only one
hour or so.
Marvin looked back at the brick building, and listened for a few seconds
at the sounds coming from the inside. It was OK, he thought: a rhythmic
grunting, some muffled groans and squeaks, the distant creaking of the old
bed springs.... it had been a wonderful night, and he was ready for more.
There was much more to come, anyway.
He and his brothers had had a really good piece of luck. That young
delinquent of Johnny Hodges had spotted that spectacular blonde shithead
driving her car, and he’d acted very, very smartly. Even Marvin, the older
man and Chief of that Black ‘family’ running, with his four brothers, the
biggest junkyard in the desert east of LA, was surprised by his prowess in
getting hold of the blonde slut. He had instantly recognised the actress,
and, with his knife, had punctured the rear right tire at a traffic light,
then had offered his help, and his clean-cut face and jovial smile had made
the slut believe him when he had pretended that the spare was deflated.
It wasn’t, of course, and when the blonde had gone in the hut to call, he
had just kicked her head with his club. Then he had thrown the girl in the
trunk of the car, ankles and wrists taped together, had changed the tire,
alerted his ‘friends’, raised the hood and had driven, at a swift but not
eye-catching speed, towards those guys’ derelict junkyard, 50 miles from LA,
in the desert.
He had arrived at the yard at 11.30 p.m., precise. And he found all of
them, those five Black brothers running the junkyard, waiting for him and
his prey; they had struck a good deal immediately. Johnny was kind of weird,
and didn’t care about the girl, he wanted a new big-block Chevy engine for
his old Camaro instead, and Marvin had just the thing for him: the engine
came from a stolen car, of course, but it was a really ‘hot’ piece, nearly
new and with a lot of special parts bolted on; Marvin suspected it was a
blueprinted engine, but wasn’t sure. Anyway, nobody cared about details,
they wanted the girl and didn’t mind giving away a stolen engine,
blueprinted or not. Hell, they dealt almost exclusively in stolen cars
there. But the Police didn’t care too much: they didn’t sell drugs, they had
never been caught doing anything insane, so those five Black brothers
weren’t so bad after all.
The fact that Johnny was so eager to swap such a gorgeous girl with an
engine had nothing to do with his weirdness Marvin knew the gringo liked
girls. But when he’d opened the trunk of her Ford convertible to check her
condition, he had understood the passed-out blonde was lying on her left
side, wrists firmly bound with black duct tape behind her back, her skirt
folded under her belt to uncover the whole length of her gorgeous white
thighs. Her large white jugs were visible through her ripped blouse, and
when Marvin turned her on her back, to check if she was alive, he saw that
she had been gagged with her white lace panties a thick white glob of spent
cum slowly dripped out of her pink, outstretched cunt. So Johnny had already
had his part of fun with her now that he’d raped her for good, an engine for
his Camaro was far more important than a broad for his cock. Marvin nodded,
smiled, and closed the deal in a minute.
Johnny got the engine, and was entitled to take it away immediately on
their battered Ford truck. The five Black brothers had other ideas, now.
They lived together in that place since their birth; no one, amongst them,
had a girlfriend. They usually hired whores to get their satisfactions;
occasionally, they would gang-rape some girl.
And this one was the best girl they’d ever had, and an actress, too; after
the young honkey had regained conscience, they had began to do to her
anything, just anything they wanted to. They had raped her all night long,
of course, all her young orifices being thoroughly explored by their
massive, black erections. Her asshole had been torn open by one cock after
another; her big tits had been fucked too, and her cunt, formerly tight and
stylish, had been ploughed well open during the first stage of that lewd
interracial rape.
As Roy, the younger brother, had developed a passion for video and
filming, they had begun to film some of their ‘sessions’ with the girls they
had gang-banged in the past, and some tapes had been sold fairly well as
under-the-counter items in some porn shops. Therefore, everything they were
making to her was being filmed. The blonde bombshell was being gang-raped
and subjected to all sorts of sadistic tricks not only for their pleasure,
but for the eyes of many other men that would be more than happy to pay
hundreds of dollars for each copy of the finished cassette, the final
product of that strictly clandestine, criminal operation.
It will be a stunning job, he thought. The blonde shithead gave great
head, too, and the scenes of her bobbing her head on some of the bros’
crotch, her pretty face impaled on a foot of black snake, were formidable.
The fact that she was such an able cocksucker added up to the fact that her
wrists were bound together, and that the duct tape was clearly visible when
she had to slide her hands on those black trunks. The close-up scenes had
been taken by Roy, a real fanatic of video cameras who had the technical
responsibility of the whole recording; after five hours, Marvin reckoned
they had already more than ten hours of recorded cassettes from 3 video
cameras, and more, much more was still to come.
He came back in the building and in the room. Roy and Wayne were getting
some sleep, now, after having fucked the brains off the white slut; Roy,
having checked that the three cameras were recording from the right angles,
was sitting on an armchair and drinking a glass of whiskey, slowly stroking
his cock while watching what was happening.
On the bed, of course, there was Claudia Hamilton. The blonde beauty was
spread on the dirty mattress, her wrists bound together and to the upper
bedposts, the ankles tied well apart to each of the two lower bedposts to
allow ample access to her inner thighs and, of course, to her cunt. Her slit
wasn’t visible because the fifth brother of the gang was over her and, his
hands solidly placed on her chest, flattening her large jugs, was steadily
pumping her cunt with his oversize black shaft since more than twenty
minutes. Claudia Hamilton was taking the heavy pounding moaning in pain,
trying to utter useless protests while the man continued the rape.
Marvin stopped on the door, looking. Sean had always been the slowest of
the family, the one, of the five brothers, that was somehow retarded, and it
showed in everything he did. He was the heavy lifter, the...dirty jobs man..
if they did need to lift a whole engine, Sean could do better and faster
than a hoist. Mother Nature had given him very little as far as brain was
concerned, but his muscles were tough; and his cock was even bigger than
those of the already overendowed brothers, so huge that, as a rule, he was
left at the end of the queue when they had to fuck a girl. His snake always
managed to open them up a little bit more; because of the sheer size of that
black 13 hard trunk, and of the fact that he could pump a girl for hours,
after he’d got rid of a girl, her holes were left hopelessly, permanently
torn open.
Roy had recently taken his own pleasure too, Marvin thought, seeing the
long, thick string of cum that was crossing her face from her hair to her
lips: he was looking at it with the pride of an artist, that Marvin felt
even under the thick woollen black Balaclavas they were using to prevent
identification.
The girl being raped so hard by the Black giant didn’t notice all those
many details she was stoned by the violence of the pounding that Sean was
giving her, it was like the other rapes had simply been an hors-d’oeuvre for
that manic, heavy fuck she was getting. Of course, she had been forced to
take all those stinking black cocks in her mouth too, her beautiful face
getting fucked by one after another and Sean’s, just as it was the thickest
and more painful to take up her pussy, had also been the more disgusting to
suck, a large, dirty coal-black trunk with an ungainly pink knob, that
reminded her of the horses’ pricks she had seen, as a child, when she still
lived in the country with her family. She fainted a couple of times under
the brutal assault, but awoke immediately only after Sean had finished, and
had unloaded a truckload of warm cum in her swollen pussy, she was finally
left alone, still bound on the bed.
Now everybody could go to sleep. Marvin grinned, and closed the door he
was very satisfied of the situation. He knew that the day that was beginning
would be long and maybe tiring, but undoubtedly very, very pleasing.
Claudia Hamilton awakes
The blonde actress collapsed nearly immediately in a troubled sleep. At
ten in the morning she awoke, and remained numb for a few minutes, just
trying to understand if the ordeal she’d been subjected to in the last hours
had been just a horrifying nightmare, or..... was it true? No, it couldn’t..
.. But she was really bound on that dirty mattress, in the squalid bedroom.
She saw the video cameras pointed on her, knew that it all was terribly,
awfully real, and began to cry.
Quietly, tears began rolling down her cheeks and over the dried cum that
had plastered her face. The pain she was feeling from her cunt and asshole
was terrible; especially her cunt, and her crotch, were fiercely burning
from the savage rape she had been subjected to for hours. To add to her
desperation, she knew that nobody was missing her, nobody would alert the
Police; her next business appointment would have been only after four days,
her airhead friend, the actress, was out of town for a week. She couldn’t
hope of being searched.
After a while, she tried to free herself from the bed’s bedposts, but to
no avail. They had left her there, alone, because they knew the handcuffs
were absolutely safe; after a few minutes, she gave up to the struggle, and
remained there, fearing the moment where her tormentors would come back.
Numbed by pain and fear, she began to remember the last few hours. The
nightmare had begun only 12 hours before, and still it looked like she was
there since half her life.
Her tormentors were, she believed, five or six. And were all Blacks! She
had always hated black men. Hollywood had its share of pigs, of course, and
she had experienced a few of them, but, luckily, there weren’t black
directors or producers, as she would not have liked to have to do with such
people. She had been raised in the South, and people there was very ‘tight’
about races and the colour of skin; a good white girl couldn’t have much to
do with a black boy, unless he was a waiter or a service station attendant,
of course. Her mother had taught her to be afraid of those massive, coal-
black brutes, to despise their flat face, wide nose; and she’d learned from
high-school chatter that they had immense ‘organs’. The only reason a girl
could go with a Black, one of her expert friends had told her, was because
she craved his large ‘organ’. So she’d be a whore, of course, one to
emarginate. And she didn’t want to be emarginated. But now she was in the
hands of not one, but five niggers! The blonde, beautiful Claudia Hamilton
felt lost, scared, humiliated.
The men were brothers, she had heard. All of them were as black as coal,
and powerfully-built, horny as hell. The chief was the older one; maybe she
was around 45 years old, more than double her age, and had a large beer
belly and a fair cock, that he liked to stick up her near-virgin asshole.
The one called Wayne was a hard fucker, with a long, slim cock that he
particularly had loved to pass all over her skin, often burying it between
her large, fat jugs. Wayne loved to play with her melons, squeezing and
generally handling them, and her cries and moans, while he tormented her
large pink nipples, seemed to make him even hornier. Mike was different;
younger, and with more muscles, he loved to have her suck his immense cock,
and had shot already twice in her mouth; thick, disgusting loads. She’d
always hated sperm.
Roy was the ‘intellectual’, and the director of all the cameras and
recorders. The other brothers followed his ideas without protesting; he had
fucked her only once, and he had willingly raped her face for good. Finally,
Sean, that disgusting monster, a retarded hulk of a beast with the cock of a
donkey and nearly as much intelligence.... she was weeping quietly, thinking
what they would do to her now.
At 1 pm, Wayne came inside the room at noon, and was happy to see her
awake. "Ohh, so nice to see that our Hollywood superstar is with us again!
It’s been so nice to stay together, tonight.... How are you, darling?"
Claudia tried her best to maintain some self-control. She began "Listen,
you’ve had what you wanted, okay? Why don’t you let me go? I can give you
money, much money..... Please, let me go..." But the Black man just called
the other men. The towering Marvin came inside a few seconds before,
grinning, and heard Claudia repeating her plea. He wasn’t angry, just
amused. "Money? We have more money we could spend, ma’am. We just earn so
much money here you won’t believe. We want fun, just that, and fun, for us
all", he pointed at his circling, mean-looking brothers, "is some good,
white pussy."
They all laughed. Marvin boomed again, to the girl: "Anyway, we don’t want
to kill you. Not if you behave, sister. You do what we like, and you’re
fine; after a few days, we’ll let you come back at your little movies, and
what’s happened here will just be a thing between us. Otherwise...." The
clicking of a large switchblade made her shiver; Wayne came beside her and,
delicately, pointed the blade at her throat. ".... otherwise, nobody will
ever find you. Nor your body." Claudia Hamilton, shivering in fear, could
only swear that she’d done whatever they wanted, that they could really do
what they liked with her, hoping they would let her free.
An obscene Friday evening and Saturday
The rape continued in the afternoon; this time, they all were even hornier
than the night before, but also more organised, prepared to extract from the
white beauty the most for their depraved pleasure.
Marvin got beside her and said to the glassy-eyed blonde "Now I’d like to
get some more head from this nice, Hollywood honkey star." He unbound her
wrists and ankles, then cupped her pussy. When he looked satisfied he
dragged her on her feet and looked at her. She was gorgeous, but, somehow, a
little bit too naked; he found quickly a bag in a drawer and threw it to the
girl. He grunted "put this on, slut. Come on."
She had to put on some items she had positively hated all her life. One
black simple garter belt, then a pair of black fishnet nylon stockings;
things for whores, she had always said, and had always resisted the idea of
putting them on. Now she couldn’t avoid using them; to the lewd catcalls of
the other Blacks, her torturer looked at her putting those items of lingerie
and said "Really nice, girl... you’d have to parade constantly with this
kind of attire. You look just fine..." and then forced her back again on her
knees, in front of the armchair where he sat down, his huge, hairy thighs
splayed to allow her to bend over his crotch. He didn’t like her like that:
too ‘free’, he said, so he swiftly got behind her and bound her wrists again
with duct tape, this time behind her back.
Now there would be no help from her hands to make the Negro come. She had
to use only her lips and tongue, but Marvin was soothing enough and grumbled
"I really like you giving head, Miss Hamilton. You’re so good, that we could
decide to let you alive.... Yes, if you suck cock well enough, you could be
of some use again. Otherwise we have no chance but kill you, you
understand?" Her pretty mouth was already crammed full of black meat, so she
couldn’t answer, but looked back at him with tear-filled eyes. He liked her
look, so he continued, while guiding her bobbing with a hand cupped on her
head. "Yes, you’re good.... prove me you’re good enough, come on, sister,
and you’ll live..."
Though confused, beaten, disoriented, Claudia knew she had no way out. The
blonde actress put more involvement in her work, now being absolutely aching
to please the Black man, scared stiff of the menace to kill her but also
spurred by the idea of being left alive if she was good enough at orally
servicing those trunks.
The trouble was that she’d never sucked Black cock, and never had had the
need to ‘service’ dicks so huge, large and hard. But she wanted to stay
alive, so she put all her mouth to the service of her ‘Master’. And she was
fairly good at sucking cocks.
Claudia Hamilton had developed those oral skills sucking and fucking her
way through Hollywood; the blonde beauty had quickly learned that a good
blowjob could often secure, if not a part in a movie, at least an
invitation to an ‘important’ party, or to some fashionable backstage, so, in
less than one year that she was ‘acting’, she had had to suck more cocks
than some professional hookers. But this was different; this was a brutal
rape, she had been cruelly violated by cocks so enormous that she had never
seen anything similar, and now, if she wasn’t good enough, she’d been
murdered....
She sucked on his large cock with force, bobbing her head up and down
while Roy, back in the room, appreciated the new lingerie on her
‘underside’, and filmed her extensively while she bobbed her head on
Marvin’s crotch: the camera recorded a good close-up when she was forced to
lick the huge trunk down to his balls. For several minutes, Claudia had to
lick and suck all those big, hairy testicles, letting them shiny with her
saliva, passing her little pink tongue along the inner side of his thighs,
on his belly and back to the cock, that was now so immensely hard that she
couldn’t force it in a vertical position with her lips.
Roy filmed her during all this long, obscene interracial blowjob, then put
another camera behind her back, detailing the gaping pussy visible between
her full, beautifully spread buns enhanced by her whorish lingerie. And
Wayne was the first to plunge his rigid cock in her pussy again from behind,
taking her like a bitch.
Marvin came in her mouth after a few minutes: she gobbled what she could,
but then she had to lick what was still dripping down his large trunk, and
the camera filmed in detail her pretty pink lips wrapped along the curving,
sperm-dripping black snake, her tongue licking the thick sperm trickling
down the shaft. The other camera still was recording her rear end, to show
the fast strokes that Wayne, holding her buns like handles to fuck her
violently, was giving her. Marvin’s place in her mouth was taken by Mike,
his hard black cock beginning to pump her red lips to obtain the maximum
stimulation, and he came in her mouth, too, while Wayne was now pounding her
already violated asshole. The painful groans of the anally-raped girl made
everyone hornier, and Roy recorded all of them very well; when Marvin had
recovered, he ordered to put the bitch on bed, legs well spread, and Wayne
proceeded to perform an all-time favourite, for them and eventually their
‘customers’; with a can of shaving foam and a man’s disposable razor, he
began to work on her crotch. First he put a generous layer of foam on her
genitals, clutching it very well; then, slowly, he began to pass the razor
on the thin, blonde pubic hair of the girl.
In a couple of minutes, it was all over. Now her slit was naked as a
child’s; absolutely clean, nice, almost virgin-looking. It was so inviting
that all the men had a second helping of it: pinned to the bed, she was
raped again by each one, but only Marvin and Roy came in, the others, after
having dutifully plunged their cocks in her bare slit, waited.
They decided to change position; now she was put on all fours again, and
Mike, always an anal 'aficionado', got at her upturned ass with a vengeance.
He straddled his own ankles on either side of her basin, knelt on the girl’s
open ass from above, and plunged his rigid cock in her bowels with a single
long stroke that made her groan in pain. Then he began to pump her ass
steadily from that position, his cock going down in her bowels almost
vertically, and Roy filmed it from below; Wayne knew what was good to do
now, so he knelt on the bed behind Mike’s bouncing ass and shoved his large,
hard cock in her cunt from behind.
It was maybe the lewdest way to sandwich a girl, and they went at it with
no remorse. They began to fuck her ass and cunt with a remarkable pace,
Wayne bumping in her cheeks at each stroke, Mike plunging his rock-hard
shaft in her raped anus from above, the two huge cocks meeting inside her
belly with only a thin wall of flesh to separate them; she was stoned by
pain and humiliation, and remained there, just letting them have fun raping
her holes, moaning painfully each time the two cocks bumped one against the
other inside her. After a few minutes of that lewd double-pumping, they
wanted to swap places, and, in the few seconds during the change of
positions, Roy could point the camera at the hapless girl’s open ass crack,
to record the image of her cunt and asshole that, having been bored open by
those oversize shafts, were left gaping open even after the cocks had been
extracted. It was just a few seconds, because the two guys came back at her
immediately, now Wayne in her ass from above, Mike in her cunt from behind,
and Sean got in front of her face and shoved his cock between her lips.
The three-way assault went on for ten minutes, an eternity for the victim
of that savage rape. Sean spurted in her face; Wayne and Mike were asked by
Roy to change positions again. This time Mike wanted to stick it up her ass,
so he ordered her to sit on his belly but facing the room, so she was
impaled with her ass on his cock while he had her naked pussy invitingly
open for other cocks, and Wayne promptly got between her knees and shoved
his shaft in her, sandwiching the blonde in a most obscene kind of Oreo
cookie.
Mike, of course, couldn’t push too much from his position; the girl
wouldn’t shake her ass, paralysed as she was by pain and shame, so it was
Wayne who had to ‘shake’ that meat sandwich, and he did it, beginning to
thrust his cock in her slit savagely, with fierce thrusts that made her
bounce on Mike’s cock.
The position was, as far as filming was concerned, excellent: the black
hands of Mike, from below, tormented her large white jugs, while Wayne,
lying over the blonde beauty, stuck his tongue in her mouth and washed it
with his disgusting spit, looking really like she was eager to do it.
They couldn’t resist too much: after a few minutes of that frantic
pounding, Wayne wanted to cum, and he did it, extracting his cock from her
wet cunt and jumping to shot his load, dutifully, all over her pretty face,
while Mike spent his jizz on her slit, letting it spill between her ass
cheeks.
It was a long, debasing downhill slide for her; they all fucked her
everywhere, and the night passed with dozens of cummings in her holes; the
perverted Mike, who had the thinner cock and the dirtiest mind of the whole
gang, even stuck it in her ears and nose, that he filled with sperm for the
camera. Claudia Hamilton was continuously sandwiched: only Sean wasn’t
allowed in her ass, as, as usual, his massive pole would have shattered what
little was remained sane of her back hole.
At the end, Mike grunted and came too, shooting another enormous load in
her anus, and retreated, leaving it finally amply visible. Roy came back and
took a Handycam to the bed, focusing and zooming until his lens framed the
inside of the unconscious girl’s thighs. It was a mess, and a very exciting
one: Claudia Hamilton’s pussy was gaping, her labia battered, sore and torn
open, trickling sperm in the crack of her ass to the mattress, while her
asshole was spasming in pain, all battered and bruised. Roy probed her cunt
with two fingers, shoving them in for a couple of inches; a sticky glob of
cum oozed out of it, obscenely, and he cleaned his fingers in her long mane
of blonde hair.
The Harley-Davidson Calendar
The following day, after another long night of troubled sleep, she was
allowed to sleep until noon, then forced to wash and clean; then Marvin came
in her room and spoke her. "Now, I will give you one good chance to let you
go." She listened to his words, now very carefully. Wayne entered the room,
and held a gun. "We have invited a couple of friends of us. Good guys, you
know? Bikers. They know we have got a new girlfriend, an actress that has
been hired to do some pictures for a Harley-Davidson calendar, and they have
got two beautiful Hogs to shoot. Understand? No? Well, they will arrive and
find that you are the girl, that you are, in fact, our whore, so they’ll get
all your services at a very convenient price. Let’s say 30 bucks for all.
And you’ll better be a good girl, otherwise ...."
He didn’t complete the phrase, but Wayne added "... those bikers are
always looking for new gang whores. If you don’t act friendly to those two,
we could just sell you to them. And you wouldn’t like it so much."
It wasn’t necessary to be particularly smart to understand what could
happen if she didn’t behave ‘friendly’ with the two bikers, and she was
well aware of it. A good dose of cheap bourbon helped her in preparing for
the afternoon while they were ‘preparing’ her, the low, thundering noise of
the two Harleys signalled to Claudia Hamilton the arrival of the two new
bikers, and the beginning of her new nightmare.
Marvin guided her, making her have a good and thorough shower, doing some
make-up, examining all her nice, lithe body for damage. Luckily, she had
gone through the last days with no particular consequences, only a few
surface bruises, nothing much in fact.
When she was clean, Marvin had her cure her thin, light blonde hair then
he forced her to put on another pair of fishnet stockings, chosen by Wayne’s
rude hands; the man said coarsely "Come on, actress, it’s time you show if
ye’re good at taking real shots, I mean, snaps. Put this on, and come with
me." The lingerie, this time, was more complex; she saw a whole assortment
of things in his large hands, and she had to begin with white nylons and
garters, white panties and bra, this time black plain nylon, and a red
garter belt. Over the sluttish lingerie, Claudia was allowed to wear only a
cheap elastic black minidress, two sizes too small for her, so it wrapped
indecently her tits and ass and couldn’t arrive to cover the top of the
stockings, so her lewd garter belt was visible after a couple of steps. And
each time she sat down, the top part of her long, white thighs became
visible.
In the yard she saw Roy with a lot of professional cameras around, a
couple of the brothers, and the two bikers sitting at the end, in the
shadow. She saw her from an angle, so not very well; she smiled faintly at
them who looked like other brothers of her kidnappers, black-skinned, only,
at a glance, fatter and clumsier; they were already drinking beers, and had
been evidently promised a good show.
The photo session began immediately, and, as it was quite easy to under-
stand, it wasn’t a swimsuit calendar they were wanting to shoot. The first
pictures were of her more or less dressed, then she had to raise her skirt
and show the panties. Claudia Hamilton had to sit over a Hog and pretend to
smile while attempting to drive it; a front shot pictured the white panties,
well visible as her thighs were kept open by the fuel tank of the Fat Boy.
The panties were discarded before anything else; now, sitting on the
saddle, she would easily show her shaved crotch. Her right, long leg went on
the handlebar, so her slit was visible, then both legs went up for a better
show. Then she had to turn, facing backwards, her feet on the foot pegs,
bent over the saddle, so her ass was in full view, then sat on the tank, the
fuel cap between her legs.
The dress was undone now, with the bra, and many shots were repeated to
show even better her pussy; they continued to shoot pictures for a couple of
hours, drinking and eating spicy sandwiches. She felt dizzy again, like last
evening; after the third Southern Comfort she was nicely sweaty (Roy liked
the gleam of her oily skin) and had less trouble in making those lewd things
they were ordering her. But when Roy ordered her to take the throttle handle
in her mouth, she tried to protest; with a terrifying easiness, Marvin was
upon her in a second, the cold blade on her throat. She gulped, terrorised
again, and took the handle in her mouth, immediately, faking a thorough
blowjob to the rubber hose.
It was worse than a rape, in a way. After the throttle, she had to lick
the exhaust tubes, and impale her pussy on a foot peg. The men yelled and
launched obscene catcalls while she had to take every possible cylindrical
object of the Harleys in her cunt or mouth, leaving a trail of pussy oil on
each one; a very exciting view was the blonde beauty’s naked pussy, now
framed again in her customary black garters and fishnets, being clutched on
one tire’s rubber thread, then she going on all four and being fucked from
behind by a special exhaust pipe. Brake levers went up her ass; she had to
lick and blow an exhaust manifold.
Working under the sun for a photographer, under the big black eye of a
telephoto lens, wasn’t new for Claudia; her first money came from modeling,
and she had been proud of her work. Her swimsuit shots had been all-time
favourites on the pages of several magazines. But this was completely
different, it was a savage exploitation of her body, another way to rape and
defile her. Roy, who was leading the operation, was turning from the almost
shy semi-intellectual mind of the gang she’d thought he was, to a perverted
sadist, with an unquenchable thirst for more humiliation of her beauty.
He dragged her off the two Harley, when the other guys decided to have a
beer in the building, and took her through the long aisles formed by the
piles of wrecked old cars. She struggled, in her uncomfortable high heels,
to keep his pace; but Sean, hustling her from behind, urged her to follow
his brother.
The gear lever
What he was looking for wasn’t so readily available; Claudia Hamilton
couldn’t understand, why, if he wanted to take other pictures of her on a
car, or maybe rape her again, he didn’t stop in one of the Caddies or Buicks
parked on the side of the aisles, but she couldn’t complain. At last, he
grinned, looking inside a faded green 1979 Dodge: he opened the creaking
door and turned to the stocking-clad blonde beauty.
"That will be okay, baby.... you see?" Claudia Hamilton, squeezed by the
weight of the sweaty Sean towards Roy, looked inside the hopelessly battered
old car. It was a real mess: the driving seat cover had been torn by years
of abuse, dirt and pieces of ripped cloth were everywhere, there really
wasn’t a single part of the car that looked acceptable. Not knowing what she
had to ‘see’, she simply remained silent.
Roy, instead, was reckless. His sweaty body was taut, in a tension that,
she knew, was born out of sexual excitement. He pointed inside the car,
between the seats, and said "The gear lever, Miss Hamilton. You see it? It’s
round, hard and thick. Now you go there and fuck it."
"Oh, come on, Roy, please", she groaned, in disbelief, "I can’t possibly..
.... I can’t shove that thing here, you know? Please....." "You’re probably
right, honey, you can’t now. It’s better you give that knob a good licking,
so it gets lubed enough for your pussy. Come on, slut, bend over!" he
yelled, and Claudia, as always, was forced to obey.
The door could be swung open almost to 90°; the blonde beauty had to kneel
on the driver’s seat and bend so that her tits swung on the seat, her
nipples touching the dirty blue velvet of its covering, then, supporting the
weight of her upper body, uncomfortably, on her hands, on the floor of the
car. Then her face was just over the gear lever’s humonguous knob; it
clearly was a gaudy aftermarket item, a bright green plastic cylinder with a
massive round knob at the top; paint had faded to white cheap plastic where
the right hand of the drivers of that wreck had rested to shift, and it
looked positively obscene, dirty, unnatural.
Kneeling on the seat, the blonde supermodel exhibited her round, raped ass
for good, but not Roy, not even the perpetually horny Sean looked interested
in her hole and slit. They liked much more, apparently, her full, sexy lips
closing on that plastic knob, an act of full depravation; and Roy was eager
to record her blowjob snaking under the steering wheel, then from the other
side, so it was very clear that she was licking the cylindrical knob for the
purpose of oiling it. Following his rude orders, she let her saliva drip
down the gear lever, and when he commanded her to sit on it, she raised her
blonde head and turned to sit on the seat, panting for the effort. Roy
ordered her to turn towards the steering wheel, so she could sit with the
left buttock on the passenger’s seat, straddling her right leg over the
transmission tunnel so the lever was now just under her crotch.
She obeyed, and, slowly, tried to lower her body on the towering lever
slowly, to have it slide inside without hurting too much; and she succeeded,
managing to slide nearly all that lewd 6 inch knob up her pussy, then she
had to jump a little on it for the camera.
It was a really obscene dancing, and Roy made her also turn to have her
put both feet on the floor on either side of the tunnel, so Claudia
Hamilton, facing backwards, could fuck the lever even better. She did her
best, and the leering face of Sean, that she saw peeping through a side
window stroking his hard cock again, was a ready proof of it.
Her hopes of not being furtherly exposed to public obscenities disappeared
when she heard yells from behind her; the voices she heard left her in small
doubt about the fact that her ‘session’ would get more spectators soon, and
in a few minutes she had even Wayne and the two bikers leering at her.
She passed nearly two hours again ‘posing’ in different cars and on the
Harley; her cunt was ravaged by other gearknobs, a special ‘knife-handle’
Hurst lever went up her ass again. Claudia Hamilton, always half-naked and
followed closely by that bunch of pigs, felt really sorry for herself, and
with the added tension of the two bikers, that were going to explode. They
were building a lot of excitement looking at her, and their catcalls were
nastier now, then after catcalls, came the plain insults; when at 7 in the
afternoon Marvin called it a day, and they decided to cut it off and ‘have a
party’, Claudia Hamilton knew who would have been the main dish of that
‘party’, and felt the two bikers would be very nasty.
Two tough customers
The two horny bikers chatted with the Black brothers for a while, the girl
being still busy putting on some more make-up and lipstick; when she was
‘invited’ in the room, she was as beautiful as ever, maybe even more having
ditched the ‘clean’ look and being so much sexy. Over her low-cut cheap,
black fishnet stockings and garter belt, she had been allowed to wear only
a skintight yellow Spandex microdress, nothing else a real whore wouldn’t
have been less covered for night’s work on the streets.
The two bikers, instead, were an awful sight. Both were dark-skinned
Hispanic, large and nasty-looking, tattoed thugs; the darker-skinned man,
nicknamed Bongo, was huge, muscular and very hairy, around 45 years of age,
with long dirty hair tied in a ponytail and nearly toothless; he bore a
large pink circular scar across his nose, probably left by the raw end of a
broken bottle. The other was a more ‘Spanish’ sort of guy, a pot-bellied
Latino that could weigh maybe 200 pounds and had a small beard framing a
round, flat face. Both had black leather jackets, torn jeans, thick boots
and a very dangerous face, plus they were, of course, horny as hell.
To ‘create a proper atmosphere’, as Roy put it, she had her hands tied
behind her, and was invited to dance for them; it was clear she’d been their
whore for the night, and she showed her naked body as a helpless slave now,
loud salsa blaring from a powerful stereo while all of them drank beer and
cheap whiskey. They gave her another large glass of Southern Comfort, then
they all smoked pot; as a result, she began to get a bit more ‘loose’, and,
after a good hour, she had completely surrendered to the men’s obscene will.
The blonde actress was put to sit down between the two bikers, but the
several glasses of sweet booze had got to her head, and she wasn’t even
shivering, now, even if the two bikers’ dirty hands were all around her
since what seemed an eternity. Her minidress was raised to her navel, her
tits exposed and roughly groped, her crotch continuously poked while she
held both those dark, stiff cocks in her little white hands.
The two bikers were very, very dirty. Not only with oil and dust, but
also, maybe more, with sweat and other organic stinks; they retched
disgustingly, but she could do nothing about it, and at midnight she was
between the two pigs, necking with the lighter-skinned Puerto Rican, a creep
that didn’t even speak American and had all his skin covered in prison-style
tattoos. This one was the nastiest man she’d ever met: it was clear he hated
her, like he probably hated all the blonde, beautiful white girls who never
gave him a chance. Now that she had one of the best at his mercy, he was
ready to take his own personal revenge on the helpless prisoner.
Claudia was feeling the man’s hatred, and was scared. Fear made her even
more obedient, a listless puppy ready to do anything to please that brute;
she moaned softly when the Puerto Rican groped and massaged ruthlessly her
large jugs, mauling them continuously and pinching her nipples, and when he
had approached his stinking mouth to her, she just let his tongue enter her
lips, even forcing her own tongue to react somehow to the obscene intrusion.
The Puerto Rican was quite happy of her collaboration, and continued to
twist his tongue in her open, available mouth, while she tried her best to
look like she really was enjoying the two men. Always looking at them, Bongo
took off his torn jeans while Garcia was saying to the camera "Hey, amigo,
esta zorra" and he pointed at the blonde, half-naked beauty he was holding
under his hairy right arm, "esta zorrita, es una gran puta!" The other put a
10 dollars bill under her garter, to show the spectators that she actually
was nothing more than a simple whore, and yelled "Well, she looks great,
we’ve bought ourselves a good new girlfriend for tonight! Good, ah?" "Si,
amigo" the Spic replied while pushing her head down and having her lick his
hairy belly until her lips met his throbbing cock, "Yo quiero que me suca el
pollon, esta zorra..... Si, y vojo correr en su boca, despues"! The Puerto
Rican groaned in sheer pleasure when he felt her warm, moist lips circling
around his knob, then running a tight ring of flesh around his hard cock; he
took a 20 dollar bill too, shoved it in her garter and lied back, enjoying
the superslut’s blowjob. He groaned to Bongo "Ahhh, amigo, esto es una buena
mamada....." and continued to enjoy it.
The other biker, waiting for his turn, began to grope her tits and crotch;
after some minutes of sucking the Puerto Rican pulled her blonde hair to
have her leave his hard, glistening cock and forced her to kiss him again,
their tongues meeting again, then he looked straight at her blue eyes and
said "Te gusta, eh, furcia? Te gusta sucar el pollon de Garcia, mamona, de
eser empalada y enculada, eh? Sentir un trancazo en el culo?"
Hapless, because she didn’t know a single word in Spanish, she tried just
to smile softly to that demented and get back to her blowjob, but Garcia
said to Bongo "la guarra aqui no parla espanol, amigo, habla gringo...." and
the huge Bongo, whose hard-on was now really rock-hard, didn’t miss the
occasion to insult some more the poor blonde. "He’s saying, you like to suck
cocks, whore? You like to be impaled on cocks, to be ass-fucked? To get a
trunk up yer honkey bitch’s asshole?"
Claudia Hamilton swallowed in shame. She was feeling the rough hands of
Garcia back on her tits, the monstrous face of Bongo a few inches from her
and with a grin that left nothing to hope for the future, so she, hard as it
was, tried to answer softly "Oh, yes, I do.... I do like it...."
Bongo was naked now, his enormous black trunk curving upwards like an
oversized banana. It was oscillating only a few inches before her face: the
white beauty was staring, wide-eyed, at the monster cock, hoping it wouldn’t
hurt too much.... it almost was as big as Sean’s, but the man holding it was
undoubtedly meaner than the retarded younger brother of the ‘family’, and
much hornier, too.
He bent on the girl; his right hand was stroking his cock, the left took
her pretty face and upturned it. Looking at her, he grumbled "You’re nice,
bitch, you’re very nice..... it would be a pity to have to smash this pretty
little face....."
The man was incredibly huge, she noticed the tattoos he had everywhere.
His crotch was shaved, and this, inexplicably, made her shiver. A sharp
squeeze of Garcia on her nipples made her wince, and she asked, timidly "Why
would you have to... to hit me, sir?" His cock was now nearly on her lips,
and he was still bending on her. "We’ll hit you because you snotty blondes
are not kind enough with us. I know you would protest, that you would try to
spoil our little fun with you, and each time you’ll do it, we’ll hit you.
Hard. We have small nice things to use on nasty whores like you."
Still standing there, he picked up a large nightstick; in the movement,
his cock bounced on her lips. It retched, but she knew that she couldn’t
comment. As she was bending forward, Garcia had his left hand in her ass
crack now; Roy, coming in to fix the cameras, looked at the scene and
grinned "Education in progress, eh? Call us if the bitch doesn’t behave
properly, man." "Don’t worry, brother" Bongo said, showing the nightstick,
"We’ve got the right stuff here." And, without a word, turned and gave a
heavy blow of the stick on the left side of her back.
The pain was horrible: she felt everything explode in her stoned, half-
crazed mind. All went dark for an instant, she felt breathless. Then she
felt the numbness turning to a burning, fierce pain in the back. Claudia
Hamilton uttered a strangled cry: she tried to arch her back, but Garcia’s
hands kept her bent. Tears of pain and sheer terror rolled down her face,
and she began to fear that those brutes would really kill her.
"Why?.....Why have you hit me?" she tried to ask. Bongo answered "There
isn’t a real reason, slut, we hit you if we just want to. It’s part of a
biker girl’s education, and today, if you’re not kind enough with us, you’ll
feel it. This is just a sample, you know."
Horrified by the nightstick, by their brutality and by the carelessness of
Roy, who had been watching the action without moving and was evidently happy
with it, she understood that her only chance was to obey to every wish of
the men. And the first, now, was expressed by Bongo in no uncertain terms.
"Little whores like you have to show their stuff, bitch. Open those legs,
and show me your fuck box!" Garcia allowed her to lean back a little bit,
Claudia Hamilton spread her legs as much as she could. Roy filmed; Bongo
yelled "Open that cunt, whore! Show us your pink, now, and tell us if you’re
ready!" Spreading her thighs even further, Claudia Hamilton peeled her cunt
lips open for them, leaving a perfect view both to the men and the camera.
Roy was particularly happy to view, through his finder, her pretty face
blushing when she said "Oh, yes, I’m ready.... ready, please, do what you’d
like to me... pleeeeease...."
Grinning, Bongo looked at the panting girl and said "Tell us you want us
to fuck you. We’ll give you 10 bucks each." Fearing another blow, she spread
her cunt lips again and panted "Oh yes, sir, I want you to fuck me.... oh,
pleeeease, fuck this girl, I want you.... thank you for the 10 bucks each,
sir, thank you...."
Garcia asked "Que quieres la puta, aqui?" "Quieres de follarla, amigo.....
la zorra quieres dies dolares por el cono, tambien!"; Garcia nodded his
approval, and they shoved two ten bucks bills in her garter. Claudia
Hamilton panted "Oh, thank you, thank you..... gracias, senorees....."
Hearing the two Spanish words, the only she actually knew, Bongo said to
Garcia "The slut here speaks Spanish, eh? She must be used to sell her box
to fucking Puerto Ricans like you, this slut. In fact, she’s more open than
that Mexican whore we screwed last week.... the one who was with truckers
since three years, remember?" The Hispanic grinned; he was beginning to
finger her open pussy, saying "Que cono, esta puta! Bien follado!" Claudia
Hamilton didn’t understand the obscene Spanish words of Garcia, but sure she
knew the sense of it all, and the nigger’s answer "We will screw her all for
good too, man, so let her come here and have this white whore get a chunk of
my cock!" left no doubt about it all.
Hesitatingly, but eager to please the two bikers to avoid further pains,
she looked at Bongo. Claudia didn’t care about cameras anymore; she just
wanted to survive, not getting hurt. She said, softly "Yes, please, I’m
ready.... give me your cock, I’ll suck it as you want." That was more than
they needed; with a roaring laughter, they approved her ‘availability’, and
Garcia, triumphally, replied "Y ahora te folleremos cono, boca y culo, hasta
los huevos! Guarra!" Bongo, grinning, translated: "And now" he said,
spitting in her face the words with hatred, "as you are so horny, we’ll fuck
your face, cunt and asshole to the balls, sow."
The following order was obvious, and she had to bend again forward, her
face meeting Bongo’s enormous trunk, and had to begin a long, elaborate
blowjob. Her soft, red lips wrapped softly around that stinking purple
cockhead; her tongue ran expertly around the shaft, covering it all in spit,
stroking it slowly with her little right hand. It went on for a while, then
he withdraw the cock and forced her to kiss even him, then he sat on the
couch and had her bend forcefully on his belly, impaling her face, in a
single stroke, on his massive, engorged cock. It was, of course, just the
beginning of another obscene double-fuck.
In exchange for the two Harley they had put to the brothers’ disposition
for the photos, the two bikers were allowed to ‘use’ her for three hours,
almost all night long. That time, after the pot had ceased its effect,
passed terribly slowly for Claudia Hamilton, the blonde beauty being
subjected to all the bikers’ more lewd desires like the worst ghetto whore,
which the two men believed she was; they also had her perform things she’d
never imagine, like licking their balls and asshole, Garcia being
particularly happy to keep her tongue rimming his hairy ass crack for whole
minutes. It went on for more than three hours; when they had finally
finished with her, she was really exhausted.
The bikers went back to LA, and Marvin, having finished with her, made her
stand again and pushed her on the bed, where she fell, face-down, her hands
still bound behind her back. He already had another plan, and called his
brother to explain it; he got very excited at the idea, and, having put a
pair of jeans and boots on, got out of the room to pick other cameras from
the stolen equipment they had in stock.
Monday, July 19th: Claudia Hamilton tries to escape
She heard, through the hazy unconsciousness that was becoming to take her
because of the stress of two nights’ multiple rapes, the voices of the two
men arguing. Suddenly, while she pretended to fall asleep, she listened to
it all.
"Hey, bro, why don’t you bind her ankles again? The whore could escape,
now." The voice of the enormous brute, the Chief of the gang, boomed: "No,
she won’t. She’s all fucked up, you see? This one will go nowhere now, I
tell you". "Maybe you’re right, but if she turns and run? You know we’re all
working now, and the Interstate is just a few feet from the front gate, and
we have to keep that open." "Who cares? If she tries to get through the
garage, we’ve got our two bros that are there dismantling that Caddy, no? So
she couldn’t pass, and the front door is locked. No way." When they exited
the door, she heard one last phrase "No, she won’t be able to get away from
the garage. Be sure, we’ll have a few days more to have fun with her."
Slowly, she tried to understand her condition. The bed was very big, all
covered, now, with stains of blood and sperm leaking from her cunt and
asshole. She felt a wreck; all her genital zone was numb from pain. Her body
was covered in scratches and bruises, but all little enough to mend quickly;
so she tried to move her legs, slowly, surprised that she was really free.
Her ankles were, at least; her wrists were solidly bound together behind her
back. And there was nothing she could for it, the duct tape being too strong
for any effort to free herself.
But she had to escape. She knew that those brutal rapers would not let her
alive after all they’d finished with her. And she couldn’t bear anyway the
idea of being in their filthy hands for another gang-rape....
Claudia looked around. The room was empty, and she wondered if they had
really left her alone. Cautiously, she tried to sit down; having her hands
tied behind was a little bit more difficult, but she did it. She stood up,
and understood she had weak knees and every part of her body was sore and
numb, so she waited a little. The silence was near absolute, only a few
dogs’ howls and the beating of some hammers in the garage broke it.
Having summoned all her courage, Claudia began to walk to the door. It
wasn’t locked, and she managed to open it with her elbows and shoulders: she
headed for the garage, whose metal door was also open. She opened it slowly,
hoping it didn’t creak, and she looked inside. As Marvin had said, there
were only three men there; the two younger brothers, Wayne and Mike, and the
retarded Sean, now carrying a gearbox as it was a toy. They weren’t far, and
she could hear their dialogue; shivering, she understood they were speaking
about her.
"Well, it’s been a couple of nice nights, but the next one will be better,
no? That slut deserves a full treatment even tonight" The other laughed
"We’ll let Sean have his way again on her asshole, tonight, so she’ll have
it all!" "Yeah," the first grinned, "but not only that. I’ve new ideas for
the girl.... she won’t like it, maybe, but I bet you will." "Who cares if
she likes it or not?" The other laughed. "She’s our slave, that honkey slut.
She’s here to please us, not to have fun!" And the third yelled "My, you
bet! And at the end, we could always sell her to the bikers.... Garcia and
Bongo were quite taken by her, yesterday!"
Crazy with fear, she looked at the external door, and at the outside
fence. It looked very far; it must have been at least 300 feet from the
building, and she couldn’t see the gate, but she knew that it must have been
there, and she had to get at it. Once she had crossed the first hundred
yards, she could anyway hide amidst the hundreds of wrecked cars scattered
around the immense yard.
The real problem was that she was naked, and had no shoes. The stones,
pebbles and metallic debris of the yard would hurt her, but she had no
choice. She began to move towards the door, taking advantage of the fact
that the men were turning her back at her, then, always crouching, walked to
the door; then stood up and walked more quickly, feeling near to escape,
even if being naked, in stockings and garters alone, in the bright sunshine
of a California summer, wasn’t good for hiding. But she saw a gate, at the
end of that natural corridor made of piles of wrecked cars, so, even if it
was so far away, salvation looked near. Her long legs were now feeling
better, so she took all her courage and ran quickly towards the gate.
The first hundred yards were quite easy; still, she had to duck between
two huge piles of cars to have some rest. Her feet were hurting already, and
she needed some relief. Claudia hid there for a few minutes, panting,
listening for noises; she heard nothing, only some distant hammering. They
hadn’t still realised that she was escaping.... good, she thought, I can
really escape, and then I’ll call the Police and I’ll cut the balls of all
those niggers off, personally.
The space where she was crouching now had a passage at the end, that
seemed to point directly to the main gate; Claudia decided to try to pass
there. Standing again, she prepared for the next part of her escape, and
began to pace quickly towards the gate, feeling her victory was quite near,
now. She was near the exit, near the road, the Interstate! Yes, she was
nude, and it would not be easy to stand there, tits and ass out, asking
someone to stop, but the end of the ordeal was near, now!
It was then that she heard the sudden barking coming from behind her. The
dogs! She had forgotten the guard dogs! Claudia looked back and saw three
enormous, dark beasts racing towards her, white teeth gleaming in their open
mouth. Blinded by panic, she began to run franticly towards the fence. Her
legs, long and slender, allowed a fast pace, and she did her best to outrun
those beasts. She couldn’t know that a camera was recording her frantic run
to the fence, to have the guys enjoy afterwards, sadistically, her desperate
run, the fear on her face, the lewd bouncing of her large tits on her chest,
but there was no chance; before she could reach the fence she was got by the
first dog, one of the two Dobermans, who jumped on her back and threw her
off her balance.
The gorgeous blonde tried to keep running, but the other Doberman got for
her left ankle, jumped and bit it hard. This made her scream; her hands
being bound, she now had to way to stay erect, not with two large, angry
dogs biting at her ankles. She stumbled helplessly and fell on the oily
dirt, tits first, with an impact that was almost as painful as the bite of
the first Doberman and the one, lighter, that the second gave her on an arm.
But at least she was very near to the fence, so the road must be there,
and she tried to scream; then she realised there was no noise there, no car
engines whistling past, all was silent. She focused her eyes over the fence
and realized that there was no road. Stunned, she shut up, crawling to the
fence in a vain, hysterical effort to escape the hounds. But they kept her
there for good; the dogs had clearly been trained to keep intruders there
for their Masters, and the first kept her pinned to the ground while the
second began to sniff between her legs; she tried to hold them closed, but
the Doberman made her feel his teeth and she, scared, opened the thighs.
Capture, and punishment
She felt someone walking towards her from behind, and a very angry voice
boomed just over her. "So this bad, bad girl wanted to run away, eh? Bad,
bad girl. You’ll learn now that it’s no good upsetting all of us." The whole
family was there; one of the guys had a metal bar, nearly one metre long,
with two clamps on each end, and he quickly fastened each ankle of Claudia
to those cuffs. Now she could only keep her legs wide open, and, scared as
hell, wait for the worst.
The dogs still were all around her, sniffing and licking at their prey
writhing in the dirt. Roy, having filmed all of it, the escape, the dogs
chasing her, the capture, said "Hey, bros, look like the dogs like the slut
here. They deserve some fun, too. Why don’t we get them some nice white
pussy?" They all laughed, and Marvin said "Nice idea, man. But first, let’s
put the pussy in the right place." He turned at Sean "Brother, carry me that
Cadillac V8 you just took off the Coupe De Ville. Yes, the bare one, no
filter, no carburettors... the bare block."
Hunter, Killer and Reaper
In a couple of minutes, the engine, suspended on a hoist, was thrown in
the dirt beside her, in the middle of the ‘yard’, formed by high piles of
wrecked cars, where she’d been dragged. It was so heavy that even Sean, when
the engine was on the floor, couldn’t move it: a length of chain was rolled
under it and over the block, then the prisoner was lifted from the dirt and
forced to kneel on a cushion put on the top of the rough block, so her bust
was draped over the engine, her thighs pressing on the front part of it, her
big tits oscillating just out over the other side.
Roy filmed the obscene setup from all sides, then Marvin said "Well, the
dogs must have their share of fun. Let’s see what they would do to a slut
like this one!" They all cheered, and widened the circle around the girl so
obscenely draped on the Cadillac block. Wayne, though, had another idea, and
ran towards the inner yard, saying to his brothers to yeld the dogs by their
collars. He came back a few seconds after with the fourth dog, the female in
heat that the other three were so horny about; Marvin said "Man, the slut
here has already a lot of smell, like a bitch. That’s what made the hounds
run so fast after the slut." "Yes, I know" Wayne answered with a wicked
smile, "But I think we’ll have to use her a little bit more, how can I say?
extensively. So, now!"
He dragged the bitch in front of Claudia Hamilton’s beautiful, but tear-
and pain-strained, face; Wayne forcefully turned the dog so that the blonde
actress faced the rear legs of the dog, and what was in between... that was
her sex, of course. Under the ever-watchful eye of James’ cameras, Wayne
pulled her hair back to keep her face upturned and then slammed the bitch’s
open, heated sex hole in the blonde actress’ face, clutching it all over her
nose and mouth, smearing her lips with the sex juice of the dog. "Lick her,
you bitch! You’re both bitches, so don’t make a fuss!" The poor girl had to
extend her tongue and try to lick the dog’s sex. Then, just to be sure, he
did the same at the other end, having the dog smear with juice also
Claudia’s inner ass cheeks. Only then the bitch was taken away and closed in
her yard; the three dogs, that had been barking savagely and kept at a safe
distance until then, were left free again.
The first Dobermann, named Hunter, was the first to be released, because
he was the one who had bitten her first, and he immediately commandeered a
leading position: he jumped on her upturned, defenceless ass, placed her
paws on her back and plunged his thin but still respectable cock in her wet,
gaping pussy, then began to hump her good.
The other two, beaten at the game, circled around the girl while she,
sobbing in humiliation and pain, was submitted to that ordeal to the mocking
calls of the Blacks surrounding her. Then the large Rottweiler, Killer,
sniffed her face, and got the right idea; being so huge, it wasn’t difficult
for him to put the front legs on the block besides the girl’s bust, and his
cock, a red stick of pulsating meat that was larger than Hunter’s, and that
he shoved right in her face. She had the idea of turning her head, but the
voice of Marvin freezed her: "Just let it in, gal. You turn your head, I
slit your throat."
Scared stiff again, she surrendered and let the dog search for a suitable
aperture to shove his horny pecker inside. He found her mouth, and the scent
of the bitch in heat made him slide it in and pump in what was a soft, warm
hole anyway.
"Pumped by both sides! By dogs!" Marvin boomed in irrepressible laughter.
"Look at this, bros! That’s the nicest way to treat a fucking honky of a
white lifeguard!" They were all laughing in amazement while the girl was
assaulted by the two hounds, and even more when, having ejaculated in that
hospitable pussy, Hunter got off and his place was immediately taken by the
equally horny Reaper, that spent anyway an amusing amount of time licking
the pussy and nosing it in. Even Killer at the end spewed his nauseating
sperm in her mouth, and he kept her mouth open, letting her head drop, to
have the dog’s cum exit her lips.
The men drifted away, leaving her alone, with the four dogs just cruising
along. Claudia didn’t know if she was more humiliated, frightened, or simply
disgusted; mainly, she was scared by those hounds circling around her. Every
now and then one of those animal brutes would arrive behind her and plant
his nose in her ass crack, and, as her fear made her produce a lot of
liquids, the dogs would always lick it a bit, then they would jump on her
and fuck.
After one hour, Roy wanted a change of view, and he came out with Wayne;
they untied the sobbing girl, had her stand up and took the metal bar off
her ankles. Then they put the bar under the engine, halfway along its
length, fixed the cushion on the top of the engine block, then she was
forced to lie down on the engine again, this time belly up.
She understood what they wanted to do, and they did it: her ankles were
bound again to the rings on the bar, so her legs were fully open and her
shaved, battered crotch especially available as the ankles were forced to
stay well behind, under her ass. To the same rings, they bound her wrists,
so her body was spread, available, utterly defenceless; the men liked it
immensely. They knew it would not be such a comfortable position to fuck
her, for a man, but, for the dogs, it was Heaven. Wayne took one of her
large nipples between his right hand’s thumb and forefinger, squeezing it
and then twisting it cruelly until he heard her scream in pain. He did the
same to the other nipple, grinning, and added "You’ll have another nice turn
with our guards, slut.... you’ll turn out a nice good animal lover after
this, bitch!" and he left, leaving Roy to handle the cameras.
The dogs took immediately advantage of that position; one after the
another, like the men had done before, the three enormous dogs came back at
raping her. The first, this time, was Reaper; he sniffed at that open pussy,
oozing cum of all species, and decided it was good; he jumped on her
undefended body, threw his paws directly on her soft milk bags and shoved
his respectable cock in her fuck hole. The dog began to jump on her wildly,
franticly, and Roy was eager to show his red dick invading her naked pussy.
Then it was Killer, and Hunter, and all three fucked her for what looked an
eternity to the young blonde. Desperate, but helpless, sweating, oozing dog
cum, she was now hopelessly debased, and she felt desperate.
Sean plunders her asshole
The dogs had their way with her for another good three hours; after the
first hour, she didn’t care so much anymore. She simply lied there and
waited the next assault. And she remained there, limping on the metal block
as Killer or Hunter or Reaper shoved their knots in her gaping, oozing
pussy.
Two days of continuous rape was something she could not even imagine, but,
after so many abuses, her body simply got somehow used to it. Or maybe the
pains and sufferings of her sexual enslavement were being surpassed, in her
humiliated brain, by other stimuli, the primary ones, hunger, thirst. It was
almost 72 hours since she’d eaten that small, stylish salad with Ginger
Johnson in LA, the night before she’d had only two small sandwiches, and now
she was hungry, desperately hungry.
She tried to ask for something to eat to Wayne, and what she got was a
large glob of cum in her mouth, with the words "That’s it, slut! Eat cum,
that’s your dinner!" But then they realized that they’d really have to give
her something to eat. It was no use having such a good piglet to play with
and having her starve to death. Besides, they had to eat themselves anyway.
Wayne went with the car to a nearby McDonald’s, to take back some food.
While he was away, Claudia was ‘cleaned’ with a water nozzle that was rudely
shoved up her pussy to wash the dogs’ cum, and they let the water run a few
minutes in her battered hole; the same was done in her asshole, like an
enema, while her mouth was let to her, that had to wash it and her teeth,
gargling carefully. She was happy to get a wash, even if this meant that
they were planning another rape. Then, she could put a sort of supertight
minishirt that covered only a part of her body, then she could sit with them
and was handed her dinner.
The greasy hamburgers were quite different from the light, healthy food
she was used to eat, but her hunger made her forget anything, and she ate
two burgers quickly, feeling better; as for drinking, there was only a
choice between beer and whiskey, so she chose a ice-cold Bud, then drank
another. Thinking that maybe they wouldn’t give her other food for a lot of
time, she decided to eat a third one; it was half-cold now, and the cheese
inside was stiff, but she was still quite happy to eat it. A third beer made
her feel real full, her belly squashing with all that food and liquid; she
felt relaxed enough to sleep, and she hoped that they would allow it. But
they had different plans.
They ate and drank a while; at 3 pm, all full of greasy food and booze,
the men grew horny again, she felt dizzy, confused, more than a little bit
sick, nauseous. Claudia Hamilton didn’t even take too much notice of the
fact that she had Wayne’s large right hand between her splayed thighs,
cupping her naked crotch, and that another brother was massaging her tits;
one brother’s tongue was invading her mouth, they were kissing each other in
a lewd, more than passionate, way. Suddenly, Wayne and Sean pulled her to
her feet and, half-naked as she was, forced to walk out of the building with
them, Roy following with his cameras.
The sun was scorching, outside, and added discomfort to the sickening
girl. They dragged her on a dirty mattress between two large piles of
wrecked cars, in a part of that labyrinth were nobody could see from out
side; Wayne kicked an old wooden chair on the mattress so its back was on
the mattress, and forced her to kneel over it, so she had to keep her ankles
well apart to avoid to scrape her knees on the wood of the chair’s back, and
her belly was lying on the edge of the seat. Her tits, still covered by the
shirt, were lying on the now horizontal legs of the chair.
Too tired and sick to resist, she knew that they wanted to rape her pussy
again, her well-open, spread, exposed pussy; Sean was crawling behind her,
with his monster cock, and braced herself for it. She’d taken it before, and
it was awfully painful, so she could get it again. But, suddenly, she felt
that it wasn’t her pussy that the demented Negro wanted; with a sudden
shiver of horror, she felt his enormous cockhead pressing on her asshole,
and she tried to resist, to protest.
She had been forced to drink much of that cheap booze they were
swallowing, so her resistance had grown feebler, but still she tried to get
of it, to avoid being raped by that horse-cock in her ass; yes, the other
had raped her before, even there, but Sean’s was a monster.... she would be
killed, if he stuck it in....
Her protests were useless. Wayne pinned her for good to the seat, the
position she was in allowed Sean a good leverage, his massive muscles did
the rest. He pointed it, began to push. It was hard as a rock, and almost
as painful in her sphincter, nearly virgin until two days before and now
hopelessly trashed.
The man pushed maybe one inch in her asshole, then, sweating profusely,
grunted at his brothers "Man, that’s tight... and it’s dry, which is worse!"
"So what?" Wayne yelled "Lube it! What’d you got there?" "Uh, maybe some...
some gearbox grease" "Okay, squeeze it in her ass, no? So it will get wet
enough."
The conversation was lewd, but she could follow only a few words of it.
Claudia, forced in that position, had the edge of the seat pushing hard in
her belly, just where she had all the greasy stuff she’d just eaten; it was
a soft, padded wedge in her tummy, and she was feeling real sick, so she was
staying as quiet as possible while the black boy pushed harder and harder,
getting crazier with lust, with the desire to force his cock down the only
hole of the blonde beauty he still hadn’t enjoyed.
Now Sean began to push real hard. Her sphincter tried a reaction, to
counter his savage attack, but it was useless: pinned on the upturned seat,
her buttocks wide open and obscenely lubed by the thick grease, she felt an
unbearable pain when the cockhead, that she knew all too well, that
disgusting pink knob over the monstrous black shaft, finally spread her hole
enough to wedge inside her. Another rude thrust: now the whole crown of the
nigger’s shaft was passing through her flesh ring.
She was breathing hard, meowling softly in agony and helpless terror, with
the added pain of her aching belly: she didn’t mind, now, of the camera
pointed straight in her face (while a second was pointed on her ass cheeks
and a third took a general view of the situation), she just tried to figure
out what to do now. Her frantic thoughts were brutally interrupted by a
series of particularly hard thrusts that the black giant gave in anger,
tired of having had to use so much force to rape her ass: a good dozen of
those terrible strokes shattered her lithe frame, and made the cock advance
until it was finally buried to the roots in her rectum, his curly, thick
black pubic hair scraping her soft pink buttocks. The poor Claudia, impaled
on that black, rock-hard shaft, felt like she couldn’t breathe now; pain was
substituted by sickness, her belly, compressed by Wayne’s hands keeping her
down with all his weight, was aching wildly.
Her face got pale; Wayne, still admiring the ruthless way his brother was
anally raping the blonde slut, realised that she was getting seriously sick.
At last! But she didn’t understand he was pleased with her sickness; when
Wayne took her face in his large right hand and turned it up, to get a good
look at it, she hoped he would stop Sean, just enough to catch her breath.
But no, this wasn’t Wayne’s idea. He got immediately excited at her
suffering face: he was the real sadist in the family, and, in the past, he
had found great pleasure in torturing his young victims. This time, Marvin
had ordered him not to leave any visible mark on her beautiful body, so he
had had to think about something different; the idea that she was about to
vomit made him hornier. Grinning, he took a large mane of her golden hair at
the back of her head in his left hand to block her pretty face in that
upturned position, then, with his right hand, he began to stroke his
hardening black cock before her wide-open blue eyes.
Now the Black monster behind her began to fuck her ass really hard. The
pounding was unbearably hard; she felt her bowels revolting, as a reflex of
the incredible pain mounting from the raped asshole. The forced dilatation
of her ass tunnel was extremely painful, and the mustard lubrication added
further irritation to the inner skin; the pressing on that seat’s edge was
bringing further pain to Claudia.
Roy was eager to film her face, whitening in sickness while her gagging
began to rise; Wayne knew it was the right moment, and, saying "Boy, how I
love to fuck this nice little face.... suck it, whore! Deep-throat it!"
shoved his cock between her lips, while the girl was gasping for air. He
stabbed at her mouth a few times; he had done it before to other girls, he
really liked the thick humours oozing from the mouth of a sickening girl.
And he finally sent his cock all the way in, blocking her face there to have
the tip of his shaft bounce on the back of her throat. It was enough to
overcome her desperate resistance, for Claudia Hamilton was way too sick
now; the girl began to burp and finally vomited, ejecting her dinner out of
her tortured belly, around that cock still halfway in her mouth.
Wayne was really a sicko. Laughing hysterically, he began to pound his
cock rhythmically in her mouth, kicking back some of her own vomit in her
mouth; it was one of the most exciting things he had ever done, and finally
he was unable to resist. When Claudia Hamilton had finished to empty her
aching stomach, and her mouth was getting empty, he shot a good glob of cum
over her face. Only the he let go her hair: her head fell down, Claudia
Hamilton, exhausted, not being able to support it.
Finally satisfied, Wayne cleaned his cock from her vomit with the water
nozzle, then came back to have another look at the way the monster cock of
Sean was still splitting apart the unfortunate blonde’s ass cheeks. The
young brother continued his obscene work for a good thirty minutes after the
first really tough work, that was needed to shove his whole cylinder in her
tight asshole, now it was going all very well, his massive black shaft
having broken all her defences. It was an unbelievable sight, as the black
trunk looked completely out of place between those lean, white buns, it was
all out of proportion.
But still, out of sheer violence, Sean was able to pound her back tunnel
with steady, rhythmic thrust that met no resistance from the girl, now
definitely enslaved to their desires. He finally came, thrusting a final few
times his cock to the hilt, making her groan in helpless pain, and flooding
her bowels with a hot cum enema. Only then, Wayne came back, took the nozzle
and gave her a thorough wash to clean a little her face of the dribbling
vomit.
Claudia Hamilton finally fainted, was draped on ‘her’ engine block, tied
again on all fours and then left to bake in the sun for a couple of hours.
She awoke with a huge headache at 5 in the afternoon the sun was still high
and warm, and she decided to keep her eyes closed, just hoping they would
let her alone..... Christ, wouldn’t this horrible ordeal ever stop?, she
asked herself in despair. No, it wouldn’t stop, she thought, they still had
plans for her.
Baking in the sun
Sometimes, when she heard someone approaching, she was hoping that someone
would stop it, but usually they only wanted to pork her a little. All of
them, while working on the dirty cars they were dismantling, made a short
break to fondle her, and as a result, her upturned buns got a progressively
darker colour, her snatch, at the end, being all smeared by oily dirt. And
it was only 4 in the afternoon; when the dogs were tired enough and weren’t
looking at her cum-covered body anymore, Mike came in front of her with a
wily smile and looked at the beautiful blonde. He began to mock her "My, how
are we dirty now, aren’t we?" And he walked behind her, looking with
interest at her ass crack; as she expected, he dutifully passed his dirty
hand between her thighs, that she was forced to keep open by the metal bar
to which her ankles were cuffed, and two of his thick fingers found the
opening of her vagina, and he explored it ruthlessly, in depth, for a while.
He was a real jerk, and her body arched a couple of times for the pain; then
he mumbled something and went away. Claudia Hamilton felt relieved, though
she knew that somebody would happen soon, and nothing good.
Mike was back after a few minutes with a couple of spanners, and walked
after her, in the yard. The girl, who was expecting him to rape her again,
felt better seeing him just going to a huge tanker truck upturned behind a
wrecked Buick and beginning to unbolt a wheel.
Wearily, the former blonde bombshell lowered her head again, trying to
relax a little bit. The Black man was just working on the wreck, unbolting
parts from under the huge chassis of the big Dodge, whistling, not even
looking at her. She wasn’t aware of the cameras switched on her from three
angles, running their tapes in anticipation; one was pointed at her face
from the right side front, another at her ass from the upper half of her
thighs to her back, a third portrayed her full figure in a full side view.
Roy was handling the rear one, in fact, though she wasn’t aware of any other
presence apart Mike’s, still spanning and cursing on some part of the truck.
The girl felt near happy thinking that the dogs weren’t there; the
horrible animal rape was maybe finished, she was hoping. Closing her eyes,
she tried to relax, maybe it was possible to have some sleep, even if the
sun was quite hot now.
Hearing some heavy steps behind her, she instantly tensed up; but the man,
the bulky Black dog-handler called Wayne walked past her and grinned at her
alarmed eyes, that showed her fear of another rape. He went to the truck
with Mike instead, and began helping him. They talked and laughed together;
she wasn’t at ease, she feared something new from the two Blacks. From her
humiliating position, she could see very well the ample back of the two
delinquents, massive, muscle-bound heaps of bulging black skin that was now
glistening in sweat. Both wore only a pair of oily, knee-cut Levis and
sneakers, their chests were bare and trickling sweat.
They were always stinking of sweat, she thought in despair, and often of
sperm, and booze.... she felt sorry for herself thinking of how they would
be after such a dirty, heating work. Because she was sure she would have to
take all of them again, that night; she definitely was her gang whore now,
and thinking of what was coming next, of another night of rape, she felt
sorry to have tried to escape. Maybe they’d really left her going by now, if
she hadn’t been so nasty....
The two men had gone to work on the other side of the truck. After some
heavy banging with a jackhammer, other parts were torn off the wheelarches
of the wrecked tanker; black metal things covered in the oil-encrusted mud
of the old Diesel tanker were thrown all over the yard, on the dirt.
Finally, the two men looked satisfied enough. They examined carefully the
parts, took them and walked back to the garage, Claudia just hoping they
wouldn’t have to fuck her again. She bent her head again, and shivered when
she heard the heavy paces coming forward and then stopping. The four dirty
sneakers were just in front of her.
Porked again
It was Wayne who crouched before her and took her delicate chin between
his thumb and forefinger, raising it to look at her face; she had learnt to
fear him. But he liked her; although ragged by all the brutal rapes, she was
still extremely beautiful, and he liked to see her that way, with her face
plastered in dried cum, pale and openly suffering.
"So, how’s our little star? Going well now?" She couldn’t answer; she was
thirsty, but the last time she’d say so she was filled with other sperm, and
she didn’t want any of it anymore, so she keep quiet. "Okay, sis, we’ve
thought that, as even the dogs apparently got tired of fucking you, a whore
like you would feel perhaps a little alone... a little empty, maybe." The
laughter of Wayne boomed cruelly all over the place. "Yes, yes. Of course we
could sell you to a gang around here, but not now, we’ve got to use you a
little bit more.... after those gang boys will get you, there will be no way
to get you back. And in a week, there will not be much of you to take back
anyway."
The words of Wayne made her feel sick. The menace was real, not a simple
fake, they were cruel enough, and she’d been told of those gangs cruising
around Southern California. Her eyes met, imploringly, the dark slits in
Wayne’s face.
"Well, we’ve worked a little to give you some company, Claudia, but we’re
proud of it. Looka this, sis!" With a nasty grin, Mike pulled out two parts
they had taken from the wreck, and put them in front of her; the girl needed
a few seconds to understand, and then felt lost yet another time again;
tears began to roll down her face once again. They were showing her two
huge, really massive black cylinders, and, as in trance, she felt Mike
explaining that those were the shock absorbers of the wrecked truck, that
they had dismantled for her.... for them, for a very special use on her, of
course.
The dampers were of a very dark brown opaque colour, and, as Wayne put it
(also to the benefit of Roy’s cameras) they had chosen those because they’d
appreciate how much she loved big, black cylinders. "We could use a whole
half shaft, man" he said "But we couldn’t find anything thick enough to fill
this slut. So we got these, aren’t they thick enough?" They were, of course:
thick as forearms, and she gagged at the idea that they would use them on
her.... where?
Wayne passed a finger on one damper. Claudia was disgusted to see that the
finger took off a thick layer of gunk and that the cylinder, under, was
painted red; it was only that layer of dirt and encrusted oil that kept the
dampers black. "My, our fingers got dirty enough, no?" "well," Mike replied,
"We’ve got the way to clean a bit" and he bent beside her and began to
handle her pendulous tits, groping both and effectively cleaning his hands a
bit on her milky white tits, who got a fairly dark colour.
"Good idea, man" Wayne replied, "but there’s a better place, with water
running!" and both got to ‘work’ between her ass cheeks, first groping all
around there to have the skin darken and then fucking her pussy with their
dirty fingers. The dirty area around her pussy and asshole was so obscene
that Roy filmed it from several points of view for a good five minutes.
After a few minutes, her crotch was dirty, her tits ached, every part of her
was sore in one way or another and all her more delicate, more intimate
parts were real filthy.
Raped with two dampers
Then, Wayne got behind her, and she knew he was about to do her something
even nastier. She felt a cold part clutching on her gaping, battered cunt
labia, and she knew what it was. Crying again, she tried to scream, she
wanted to end it all, she didn’t want the huge metal rods on her cunt; in a
way, having seen the dirt on those dampers was putting an even more
unbearable strain on her. After having been raped so many times, she didn’t
care so much about penetrations, now she was driven crazy by the idea that
her tender, prized pussy, formerly one of the tools of her profession, the
thing most men had dreamed to get and with which she’d teased them so much,
was now being invaded by an old, oversize truck spare part all soiled in mud
and Diesel oil.....
Her screaming wasn’t as loud as she’d wanted, her throat was sore and dry,
but Roy filmed her distorted face all the same, when Wayne went in front of
her, his big Black shaft fully extended and hard. "God, how I like to see
this white cunt scream this way...." He muttered, looking at her face and
getting near her, so his cockhead, swollen with desire, was now near her
mouth. Yes,. he wanted a blowjob, she thought, I’ll do it now, so he’ll be
satisfied and will forget to rape me with the damper.... Claudia Hamilton
opened her mouth but the cock didn’t enter, it remained a few inches before
her nose, Roy closing on it with the VCR; she opened her big blue eyes to
see why he didn’t enter, and in that moment a large glob of thick cum
erupted from the tiny pisshole, landing in an obscene string on her forehead
and glueing her right eye shut with an enormous glob that painted all her
eyelid and dropped slowly to her cheek. Using her face as a target, the
Negro rifled other shoots of cum and finished spending the last bit on her
lips.
He right eye hurted a bit, but she was happy he had done it, so he’d not
be doing other things..... When she was thinking this, she immediately was
aware of the fact that the hands that were still porking her from behind
were still at it; Mike! The other pig was still there! And sure she heard
his voice grumbling "Nice shot, man, now let’s see this one" and the next
thing she felt was an unbearably rough thing scraping her asshole and
pressing onwards. Claudia Hamilton began to scream again, but this time
Wayne didn’t want any of it, so he took a very dirty oily rag and simply
stuffed it in her little mouth, gagging her for good.
Thick tears ran down her cheeks now, mingling with the dripping Negro cum,
while the torturer pushed the damper in her sore asshole. He pushed harder
and harder, having her nearly faint form the pain, until the huge metal was
two-thirds in, which meant it was in for a good 12 inches. It was a very
good show for those animals; and the Negro looked at it in real interest,
then began to push again, achieving, at the end, a penetration of maybe 14,
which left only a few inches out of her outrageously distended ass crack,
like an obscene ‘tail’.
The Black delinquent looked at the raped asshole with satisfaction, wiping
the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. Roy was still filming,
and his cock was stiff like never before, or it seemed. Well, there was a
cunt there, all prepared for the use..... He lowered his jeans, and his
massive Black erection sprung out. He knelt between her spread legs; he’d
fucked her holes several times in the last few days, but this time entering
that pussy gave him a much more considerable pleasure. The object embedded
in her anus made the pussy, raped so many times to be now quite loose and
dripping, tight again, and he began to fuck her in anger, savouring the
restored tightness of the blonde beauty’s pussy.
At first, he fucked her sliding inside her as much cock as he could,
before hurting on the damper’s protruding mounting ring; a couple of times
his pelvis bumped on it, though, and the bound girl emitted a strangled cry
at the rough bumping of the metal cylinder in her.
The man got suddenly excited by this, and began to bump in the damper more
frequently, then at each stroke, liking the clutching of his swollen cock
inside the battered young pussy as much as her muffled painful grunts.
Close-ups of her tear- and cum-stained face were carefully arranged by Roy,
to have every spectator know that the girl being so cruelly raped was really
the famous superblonde Claudia Hamilton; then he moved at her back and got a
few close-ups of the damper sticking out of her asshole too, as of the
shower of cum that Mike finally spewed all in her ass crack, letting it flow
around the metal cylinder and down her battered pussy.
The Negro stood up, watching the sobbing girl still bound on the engine
block, and said to Roy he had to ‘complete the work’; and the second dirty
damper was therefore shoved with even more rudeness up her distended pussy.
It was hard work, as the ass, being so full, had taken space off that tender
pussy and didn’t allow too much distension; anyway he got it, and 11 inches
of that filth-encrusted metal cock filled her cunt to her cervix, finally
making her mercifully faint.
She remained there for a couple of hours, collapsed on the metal block,
her ass crack widened so lewdly by the two dirt cylinders sticking out of
it; and some heavy steps awoke her, who remained her in a state of shocked,
numb despair. What could come now?
Human toilet
It was Sean, who came out of the garage door, looked at the blonde beauty
and evidently appreciated the sight of the two dampers sticking out of her
pussy and asshole. He walked in face of her; she raised her pretty face,
distorted by the humiliation, and looked at her, muted by the rag still in
her mouth. He slowly ripped the gag out of her mouth, and she couldn’t help
thanking him for it. The fouls smell and taste of that oil was troubling
her, but it was better now. She looked at the retarded giant and murmured,
with imploring eyes, "please, take those things off me...."
The man had his limp, but still huge cock in hand and was holding it,
pointing at her face. She raised it as much as she could, and, as they had
freed her hands from behind, she could support her on her arms; her face
could be raised almost to his crotch. She looked at him; the Black giant was
obviously interested in her mouth again. Claudia tried to smile, inviting
him, saying "Oh yes, I’ll suck you as never before.... I’ll give a great
blowjob, but, please, take the things out of me.... please...."
Sean was now in front of her, and looked at her eyes. His cock was still a
few inches higher than her mouth, but they could easily meet, and Claudia
Hamilton struggled to raise her face a little bit more. She opened her
mouth, waiting for the big cock to plunge in, ready to work on that cock the
best she could.....
.... a stream of hot piss suddenly erupted from the cockhead, hitting her
straight over her tongue. She couldn’t believe it: she couldn’t understand
it at first, letting the stream invade her open mouth. Then she closed it, a
trickle of piss getting off her lips and dripping on her chin, but the
pissing continued, and her nice face was all washed with that Black man’s
urine. The man had a large quantity of piss to give her, and emptied his
bladder on her face with evident relief; then the Black colossus put the
huge cock in his pants, zipped the jeans and went away, followed by the
muted curses of the blonde.
Fist-fucked!
He wasn’t the only one, though; Marvin came and unbound her from the
engine block, dragged the blonde bombshell to her feet and hissed in her
face "This may have teached you that you don’t have to try to escape, cunt."
Claudia Hamilton still had the huge dampers in her rectum and vagina; she
pleaded to have them removed, but he didn’t think so.
Then he thought about it a moment, and a nasty grin appeared on his large,
ape-like face; he muttered something to his brother, and he and Wayne pulled
her under a rough tarpaulin, where there was the crumpled wreck of a 1989
Pontiac Bonneville. The girl was draped on the rough bonnet of the car, and
her wrists were bound to a rear mirror, her ankles, spread wide, were held
still by Marvin and Roy while Wayne sighed "At last you’re leaving me some
freedom!" And motioned towards the defenseless girl, whose cunt whose now
particularly well exposed, the dirty shock absorber protruding from her
battered pussy. The man took the near end of the damper and wrestled it away
from her pussy, having her cry in pain; he looked with a large grin at her
pussy.
Just a few days before it had been a supermodel’s tight slit, only a very
thin dark line traced in the middle of her blonde cunt hair; now, after days
of rapes and abuses, was a gaping hole, whose battered labia hung, all red
and sore, off her crotch and oozed white sticky liquid , oily debris, scum.
It was a really obscene view, and he liked it; the gang-rape had transformed
the snotty blonde in a cum-filled, debased sperm sink, and they still had
other several good ideas. This was one; she looked in despair while the
sadistic Wayne, having fitted two and then three of his thick black fingers
in her genitals again, shoved his right hand in a jar labeled ‘Vaseline’,
then got back to her cunt.
Then, suddenly, she understood, and, screaming, she tried to escape from
that sadistic intrusion, but to no avail, as the two men were holding her
easily pinned up and spread for the younger bro’. And Wayne didn’t have any
mercy for her: the three Vaseline-smeared fingers disappeared quickly in her
cunt, then a fourth, his thumb, the whole hand, then he pushed onwards
slowly, until his fist was all inside and nearly half his forearm was in,
too.
Wayne began pistoning Claudia Hamilton’s smashed pussy, fist-fucking her
real good. God, Marvin thought, it was quite a show to see the gorgeous
blonde actress trying to escape from that intrusion, and, bound as she was,
being slowly impaled on that huge fist and forearm, while Wayne, sweating,
was hissing "This will tell you it’s better not to try to play tricks with
us, whore!".....
The fist-fucking went on for a few minutes, and both Marvin and Roy,
switching the VCRs between them, spurted large globs of cum on her face
while she was tortured that way. Finally, Wayne couldn’t hold it no more and
removed his hand from the tortured hole and ran to shoot also his load on
her red lips, leaving her pretty face all layered with spunk.
It had been a very good show, but now they had other things to do and they
wanted her fully secured, so they had her kneel on a seat cushion with her
back to the side of that same yellow ’89 Pontiac Bonneville. Swiftly, they
locked handcuffs to her wrists and then passed long ropes through the cuffs
and to the other side of the wrecked car. This way, she was crucified on the
side of the Bonneville, her face level with their crotch: she knew what was
coming next. And Marvin obliged, pissing immediately in her face and mouth,
then it was Wayne’s turn, and during that long Sunday afternoon she was
officially promoted to the status of ‘their open-air toilet’. Claudia
Hamilton got therefore every other man there pissing on her face, or, a
couple of them, in her mouth, having her open her full red lips at knife-
point.
Junior’s pet
Claudia was left alone a couple of hours, still crucified to the rusty
flanks of the car but, mercifully, alone. Her whole body ached she was
feeling strained everywhere, and the ropes pulling on her wrists were really
painful. But it was the stinging of her tortured cunt and assholes that
really made her suffer abused and outstretched, her once-prized orifices
were now sore, painful and drooling cum. At least the dogs, who were
crawling around in the sizzling heat, could not jump on her, as her position
made it impossible, and she was therefore able to fall asleep.
The sun was beginning to set slowly when she was awoken by the sound of
two pairs of boots tramping in the yard. Claudia saw that a couple of men
was walking towards her, and pretended to be asleep again, her head hanging
down, her dirty blonde hair surrounding her face.
The two stopped just before her. She kept her head down one thick metal-
pointed leather boot moved from the ground it was pointed to her cunt, and
the man, whoever he could be, stroked its metal point between her legs. The
metal scraped slightly her already sore cunt lips, and she groaned. She
heard one coarse laughter, that must have been Wayne’s the other man had a
cough and a laugh too, but she didn’t recognise it. Instinctively, she
raised her head and looked up, trying to see who was there her dazed eyes
met Wayne’s grin, and, standing beside the young Negro, she saw somebody
she’d never seen, a scruffy white man in his late forties with a jeans
jacket, torn slacks and an especially weird grin. He was looking at her nude
body with undisguised lust, spit dripping from the corner of his lips.
Wayne said "Oh, our princess is awake at last"! "Claudia, that’s a friend
I want you to know. He’s Junior, our cess-cleaner. You know? Even us, dirty
niggers, have some man to clean their manure. Junior isn’t particularly
bright, probably he’s even slower than Sean, I guess, but, boy, he likes
good nice girls..... like you, Claudia." He turned to the man "Isn’t she
nice, Junior? I told you so"! "You can check her, if you want"!
She didn’t dare to protest, not even when the dirty white man crouched
before her and looked straight in her eyes, grinning wickedly. He was
holding a wrinkled magazine in his right hand, and he had it open to a
special page he looked at her, then at that page and grinned more widely,
then turned the magazine to Wayne saying "You’re right"! This here is Miss
Claudia Hamilton, no doubt! He took her chin in her hand and pulled up her
face. "Looka these blue eyes, man"! "I know, she’s the original"! From
there, Claudia could see the page of the magazine, a sleazy two-bit ‘
celebrity’ gossip weekly that was a popular publicity vehicle for half-nude
starlets. There she saw one picture of her taken a few months before, at a
party, one tit being visible through her sheer and very unbuttoned blouse.
The man handed the magazine to Wayne, who said "Yes, man, I told you, no?"
Junior’s eyes were preying on Claudia’s superb and evidently abused body.
Knowing the girl couldn’t defend herself, he planted both his rough hands on
her thighs and asked to Wayne "and I can, really?....." Wayne answered "Yes,
yes, I’ve told you. The girl’s here for us, you know, and she’s good. I
mean, she’s good to fuck. You see? We have already had a good lot of fun
with her, so you take a bite of it, Junior. Go ahead."
He didn’t need a second invitation excited by the idea that she couldn’t
react, bound as she was, he took his time first mauling her large breasts
for good, groping her soft milk bags with both hands and hissing in her face
"Oh boy, I’ve jerked off a few times at your nude photos, slut, and now I
can make it for real.... so good, so nice hard meat....." His hands dropped
to her waist, then to her buttocks pulling on her round globes he squeezed
both, pulling him nearer to her and forcing her to kiss him, a long, wet,
disgusting kiss.
His right hand left her ass cheek and passed between her thighs, searching
for her crotch. He brutally cupped her pussy, fingering the outstretched
opening of her fuck tunnel and saying to Wayne "Hey man, this broad is
dripping juice even now! She must have got so much cum to float a yacht,
huh?" Wayne laughed coarsely "Yes, yes, man, go ahead, I won’t leave you
here all night long, you see." "Yes," the ugly white man panted to Wayne
while inserting two fingers upwards in her pussy just to see her painful
expression, her clenched teeth and shut eyes, "but from here, I can’t fuck
the broad here...." "So what, Junior? You’ve got only 20 bucks, her face is
the only thing you’ve got to fuck then. If you find 30 dollars, I’ll let you
fuck even her asshole, but now, just get some head from her. You’ve jerked
yourself to death on the photos of her face, and I can tell you this slut
gives great head. So don’t ask for her cunt, she’s been bored by Sean
already so you’d pass a bus inside anyway, just fuck her face. She’s good at
sucking cock. And you’d like to have her swallow some of your juice, isn’t
it, Junior?" "You bet, man"! the man quipped to Wayne, and, while the
nigger walked back to the house muttering something about ‘calling Roy’,
Junior got back to his feet, the dirty crotch of his slacks now level with
the prisoner’s tear-stained face.
It wasn’t necessary for Claudia to look at it the scratching sound of the
slacks’s zip being lowered was enough to know that the man was ready. Next,
she felt the stench of an ill-washed man’s crotch, the wet point of his
half-limp cockhead bounced on her lips, and she tried her best to avoid it,
turning her head to the right.
The man paid scarce attention to her attempt he dropped his jeans to the
floor, jerked a few times his organ to make it harder while grasping a good
bunch of her blonde long hair, and pulled on it until she began to scream
the muffled cry from her dry mouth was muffled first by a backhander that
the man gave her, then by the dick he stuffed between her lips forcefully.
Then, he began to fuck her face with steady movements of his hips, he began
to send all his long, thin cock in her mouth. He put one foot between her
splayed thighs, so his ankle was pressed to her crotch and belly, his knee
pressing unmercifully between her large tits, gluing her forcibly to the
car’s door, and his left hand held her hair while he jerked his cock with
the right in her mouth.
No previous rape had been as lewd and disgusting as this one, Claudia was
thinking, her head bouncing backwards to the door because of the force of
his humping. The man was sick the niggers had at least some kind of young
horniness, that white sicko was really awful, smelly, and the idea he had
jerked off on her photos before made him particularly disgusting.
But she could do nothing to stop him, couldn’t avoid his dick being thrown
all the way in her gullet a few times and then inserted it in her nostrils
he enjoyed it.
They were alone there, now. The man, after a few minutes of rude mouth-
fucking, popped his dick out of her lips and crouched before her, his face
now level with hers. She opened her blue eyes and looked at the wrinkled
face of her latest rapist; she didn’t like the gleam she saw in his little
eyes, and felt scared again.
Junior looked towards the house; nobody was around. He looked back at her
and said "You know, Claudia, I didn’t imagine that such a snotty upper-scale
bitch like you was ready to fuck and suck a whole gang of niggers…. You must
be a great sow…. You’re a whore, really". She tried to protest, but when she
opened the mouth to speak he stuffed two of his dirty fingers in, saying
"You lick, now, whore, and say nothing or I’ll get real angry!" She had
sucked so many cocks in the last few days that this wasn’t so bad, and began
to lick his fingers while he turned them inside, exploring her oral cavity
like he’d done with his dick before; when she had a gag reflex, he swiftly
took a rag he had in his pocket and stuffed it in her mouth.
Puzzled, the blonde prisoner looked at him; her protests were effectively
muzzled by the rag, and the man, with a ruthless grin, put both his hands on
her tits and began to grope them. He squeezed her large white milk bags in
anger, more and more cruelly, until, with a harder thrust, she emitted a
strangled groan, and tears began to flow down her cheeks again. The man
grinned and took both her nipples behind the thumb and forefinger of his
hands, beginning to squeeze and then turn both, viciously.
The pain was becoming greater and greater, insufferable; one particularly
vicious twist made her cry harder, and the man, sweating profusely, said
"That’s better, cunt…. Come on, cry, spend those big tears…. I like to
mingle my sperm with your tears, but I want plenty of them…." And squeezed
harder, making her lithe body tremble and twist in the vain attempt to
escape the torture.
He pulled hard on her left nipple, extending it for a good couple of
inches; then he did the same with the other, but, as this action didn’t make
her suffer as much as he’d liked, he came back to twisting both harder,
enjoying the half-demented way she was crying, shaking her head and her body
to escape the torture.
The man was sweating, and now was excited enough to get a proper erection.
He suspended the torture and got back on his feet, then began to clutch his
now hard cock all over her pretty, sweaty face. He took off the rag from her
mouth, saying "Now it’s hard, slut, so work on it! And if I’m not satisfied,
I’ll get back to your tits. I’ve got good teeth, you know!" and the menace
of his teeth on her soft mammaries made her take it all in her mouth with
the intention of working the now hard prick with all her skill to please
him. It was only then that she saw Roy, crouching beside them, his VCR
running another nice close-up.
Junior was really horny now, and was fucking her lips with great thrusts,
uncaring if her head banged on the metal of the car’s door. Wayne, who had
just returned, said something to Roy, and they laughed, then Wayne said to
Junior "Hey Junior, how’d you like this girl we’ve got you?" The demented
man pushed his cock all the way in her mouth, enjoying the sensation of her
little nose sinking in his pubic hair almost as much as the warm wetness
surrounding his shaft, and mumbled "Nice young slut, this one, and good to
fuck, too…." Wayne said "I’d told you so, man".
When Junior said he was about to cum, and accelerated his frenzied face-
fucking, Roy got nearer and also Wayne took a VCR from the other side the
man pulled at her hair and grumbled "Now open your mouth, whore! I’ve got
something for you!" and began to shoot cum all over her face, painting it
all with sticky, dense sperm on her forehead, eyelids, cheeks and especially
her lips and nose. Long string of cum laced obscenely from her hair to her
extended tongue, and it looked like he had a gallon of cum to spend on her.
When he declared he was ‘done’, her pretty face, once the symbol of fresh
cuteness, was obscenely festooned in white globs dripping down, eyes glued
shut by sperm, mouth spilling frothy white cum from the lower lip. Roy
boomed a coarse laughter, saying "We’ll call this scene The worst oral slave
of the world! Boy, Junior, you’re famous for the truckloads of cum you
spew, but this time it was a whole tanker, man!" But Wayne said "What about
Sperm Latrine? She’s not bad at swallowing...."
The contract
Roy continued his filming, and a certain moment he was alone with her
under that tarpaulin: having changed the cassette tape (it was maybe the
fiftieth tape he had used until then, but he didn’t care, he had bought 200
stolen cassettes for 50 bucks a few days before) and he, too, took off his
cock from his jeans. His dick wasn’t as long as Sean’s, but still was more
than enough, always bigger than any other white cock she’d have to suck in
the past; even limp, now, it was a huge curved black sausage that scared
her, and disgusted the poor girl more than ever.
She was mildly surprised by the fact that Roy didn’t shove his cock in her
mouth, nor, apparently, did want to spend some other urine on her body. In
fact, he did have a task to accomplish, he had been appointed by the other
brothers to arrange a ‘deal’ with her, and he was very good at this kind of
work. Just in front of her, he sat on a huge wheel, his cock pointing down a
few inches from her; the cameras weren’t filming, now.
"It’s better we have a talk, baby. I want to discuss your future. Your
very near future." The girl listened more attentively, now. "What... what do
you mean?"
"I mean, we’ve had some fun together in the last few days, but now it’s
time we get rid of you. We had a family conference just a few minutes ago,
and we examined a few proposals for your future." He paused for a moment,
and she began "Oh, please, let me go...."
"Shut up!" Roy said, in anger. "We thought of several ways to dispose of
you. The best and less risky, for us, would be to kill you, here, now, then
have the dogs eat your meat and finally crush the remaining bones inside
your car, once we put it in the press." She began to weep silently, tears
rolling again down her pale, suffering but still pretty face. "This would
eliminate any risk for us, and it would be all over in a few minutes.
Clean." Another pause, to allow the girl to understand the horror of the
idea.
"Another proposal is to sell you. You’re still fairly good meat, and the
two bikers you’ve entertained a couple of nights ago were inclined to offer
a nice little sum of money to get you for their gang. Nothing special, but
then you would disappear in a gang of 15-20 bikers, and, as your gang whore,
you would never be found again. Then, another option: a friend of us is a
Mexican pimp. He’s always happy to buy good-looking blondes like you for his
‘field brothel’.... Well, maybe you don’t know what this is, so I’ll explain
you that this mean that he takes one girl around Mexico and maybe in some
Banana Republic countries down there. There are a lot of large building
sites around those countries now, and in each one there are maybe one or two
hundred men working in the jungle with no women in sight for miles, so he
takes the girl there and have all the men fuck her one after another for 10,
20 bucks apiece. After they’d finished one site, they pass to another, and
so on.... The girl gets pretty beaten up, at the end, so he finds someone to
sell her in Tijuana or a place like that and he gets back to find another
good-looking gringo girl for the next trip. He’ll buy you immediately, and
even this would be quite easy, for us..... And maybe you would enjoy it. If
you like cock, boy, you’ll get some, down there!"
Looking at the youth holding the cock in his hand, the stoned, horrified
blonde asked "Why?.... Why are you doing this?" The Black youngster looked
back at her and grinned. "Why? Because we can, honey. Because we have to
get rid of a little piglet like you." She tried to ignore the ruthlessness
of the answer, and said "No, why don’t you simply let me go.... I promise
you, I’ll never tell anybody what happened here, I swear...."
"Well, I don’t believe you: you would immediately go to the Police, and we
would be caught in a second." He paused again. "Maybe, if you collaborate
and give us some sort of ‘insurance’ about the fact that you really would
not go to the Police, as soon as we leave you, we could arrange something.."
"I’ll do anything you want, if you let me go back... please, I’ll do
anything...." The girl, having seen an opening for escaping from there,
tried to convince Roy that she was ready, that they could trust her.
"I’ll do my best, Claudia, to help you." He looked at her, and seemed
genuinely concerned. "I’ll try now to sort out something for allowing us to
let you out. But you’ll have to be really collaborative."
He went back to the building, where he announced to Marvin and Wayne "The
slut is cooked enough, now. Is it okay for tonight?" "Yes, go ahead" Wayne
grinned, and he walked back to the girl.
The Black youngster crouched in front of her and looked straight in her
big blue eyes. "Maybe you’ve got lucky, Claudia, if you behave properly
we’ll let you go. What you’ll have to do is to do a little ‘acting’, to
create that sort of insurance for both us and especially you, my little
slut. You see, we can use the footage of these days to be sure that you’ll
never go at the Police to complain about this little week-end of fun we had
together." "Fun?" She burst in tears again. "It’s three days that you....
you all rape and torture me, I’m feeling killed since days and you mean
fun?" "Yes, it’s not been bad" he grinned, "if you weren’t such a nice white
pussy, it wouldn’t have been so pleasant for us. We’d killed you already."
His cock was dangling between his hairy legs, bending to the floor like an
oversize black snake. It was obscene, she thought, still listening to his
words. "Well, the filming is, as I said, very good for you. I don’t want you
to be hurt.... not too much , anyway. You see, many girls are raped and then
killed, and my brothers aren’t bad, but sometimes they had weird ideas....
the best way to have them keep straight is to remember them that, if you are
just raped, you’ll be okay soon and there will not be problems, we would
enjoy, afterwards, to see you in TV. But if you get killed, there will be
some Police harassment, and the tapes could be found, maybe become a proof
against us in a trial.... so it’s better to avoid the risks, and they keep
straight enough. You will be probably alive, after we’ve finished, only
because of me. And of this tape."
The blonde actress was feeling even more scared. "Only for you.... and the
tape?" She asked, meekly. "Yes, slut. It’s my work that keeps you in line
for a nice exit from here." He grinned, and the horrified teenager saw,
under the gold-rimmed spectacled that gave him a superficial air of
intellectualism, the horny craziness of a real pervert.
"Yes, girl, because this videos make all my brothers know that we’ve made
a trace now, and, if the Police find your body somewhere, the tape would be
the main proof for our conviction. For life. And, by the way, that’s the
only reason why we still haven’t sold you to the bikers." "No please, the
bikers no!" She said, suddenly even more terrorised. "No, they’d kill me, I
know!"
"Oh, yes", Roy grinned, and she saw he missed three upper teeth. "Yes, it
wouldn’t be pleasant, I think. I’ve seen in some videos what they use to do
to the girls they decide to snuff..... Well, you’ve been a princess here,
I’ll tell you." The girl was sobbing again. After a few seconds she took her
courage again and said "No, please..... and how much time do I have to.... I
mean, to stay here? When will you leave me? I’ll not call the Police, I
swear."
Roy was tired of crouching, so he stood up; his large black sausage passed
on her face. He began to stroke it slowly in front of her beautiful, tear-
stained face. "It depends on you, mainly." "Me?" She asked. "I’ll do
whatever you want, honey, please, just let me go....." "Anything?" "Yes,
anything.... anything, I swear"
The man grinned again. "Listen, baby: the tape is a good insurance for
you, but I need it to be also a good protection for us. I mean, you could go
home and, after a couple of days, tell the cops you’ve been raped, no? And
they would bust us. For sure." "No, I won’t...." she tried to protest, but
he silenced her. "Shut up! I don’t care for your stupid promises. I need
action."
The explanation was simple, quick, and, for Claudia Hamilton, disgusting.
"You’ll have to act a little bit.... well, maybe the part will not be very
difficult to learn for a slut like you. Anyway, we need to have you show to
the camera that you’re a whore. That you fucked us all willingly for a few
bucks, and that money, not force, took you here." The girl looked at him in
despair. "How can I do that? I mean, after all you’ve done me...." Her voice
disappeared, but Roy was quick to the point.
"I’ll fix it while splicing all the tapes together, baby. Don’t worry.
Just say if you want it: if you do it, we’ll let you free immediately. If
you don’t, well, I can’t say when and if we’ll let you go. It’s not a bad
idea, Marvin and my brothers are thinking, to keep a semi-permanent sex
slave here. We can let you go, free, out of here, only after we have your
taped declaration that you fucked everybody before the cameras for 50 bucks
apiece. Then we’re OK. Otherwise, the bikers are only a phone call away..."
Claudia Hamilton on the streets
There was no choice, and she bowed to his ‘idea’. He walked to the
building, and came back after a few minutes with Marvin and Wayne; they
fixed with Claudia the terms and what she had to do and say.
Once she’d accepted, they had her wash thoroughly from all the filth she’d
got from the men in those last days, mend the little bruises she still had
and put a lot of cheap perfume and some make-up, but not too heavy to
maintain her style even in this porn tape. The blonde actress was dressed
like they thought was appropriate for the part of a cheap street whore: a
skimpy pink minidress, two sizes smaller than would have been necessary and
therefore tight and very, very short, no bra, no panties. A black garter
belt with a pair of black fishnet stockings, just like the items she had
worn during the last two days, gave ‘continuity’ to the story; they had her
put on also red cheap leather pumps with a 4 inch heels. She was a perfect
whore now, a cheap streetwalking slut.
They filmed the first hard-core scenes immediately, like she had been
picked up from the street; it was 10 in evening, and Claudia Hamilton,
surrounded by the five Black delinquents already naked and stroking their
cocks in anticipation of shoving them in all her holes, was filmed while she
stripped, taking off that lewd pink microdress. They gave her a large glass
of whiskey, which was guaranteed to make her more ‘soft’, sensual, and
lowered markedly her defences. Then, having only the garter belt and fishnet
stockings on in front of the assembled group of Marvin, Roy, Mike, Sean and
Wayne, she said that she hoped to be an actress in the future.... she was
trying hard, now. But when she needed money, she’d fuck for it.
Yes, she had to say, smiling, in front of the camera, she was a whore,
and, in fact, she would fuck anyone for 50 bucks. The video camera didn’t
show the gun pointed at her to say this kind of things, and she continued
answering to Marvin’s questions, admitting she’d also sell her asshole for
another 50 bucks. No, she didn’t fuck with Blacks usually, only if she
needed money..... of course. Swallowing? No problem, she was used to do as
many blowjobs as they would pay for, special bulk price, 30 bucks. Then she
made a short ‘show’ in front of the men, now seated on the couch and
armchairs of their living room; having only her lewd underwear on, she
leaned on the bed and followed Marvin’s orders, spreading her legs to show
her wide-open pussy. It was a gaping, battered hole: she ‘explained’ to the
men that it had been a very busy week, and she had taken a good number of
dicks up there.
The men enjoyed it. Wayne shouted "I’d say you’ve got a little too many
black bucks, I think, white cocks wouldn’t have smashed your fuck box like
that!" They all laughed while she admitted that, yes, she’d gone to the
ghetto a few times... it was easier to pick up johns, there. "A nice little
ghetto whore, aren’t you?" Claudia Hamilton shook her shoulders, saying
"Well, maybe.... only when I need money." Then she turned her back to the
Black men, to show and open her buttocks. "You take it all up your ass,
whore, isn’t it?" Wayne yelled again, and she replied what Marvin ordered:
"Listen, honey, I’ve told you. You pay, you choose what you prefer to fuck.
And I tell you, I can suck great cock."
Then she finally cashed 60 bucks for the camera from the first two men and
knelt before them, beginning to give them both a good, long blowjob, keeping
only her garter and fishnets on, showing her cunt and ass while the other
three niggers looked at her back, stroking their immense erections.
From that moment on, it was a thorough gang-bang, Claudia just collecting
money with a wry smile and letting them all fuck one after another her
mouth, cunt and asshole. They sandwiched her in turns, from above, from
below, they painted her pretty face white with so many layers of spunk that
Roy began to fear he’d finish the tapes; Marvin had paid her 30 bucks more
to lick his sweaty asshole, a disgusting feat she’d repeat on all the other
bucks for the camera, then, for 100 more bucks, she finally was pissed on
her face by all the five men circling around. Wayne and Sean were still
pounding her ass chute in turns when, at 3 a.m., Marvin decided it was time
to get her back to town and end it all.
At this point, they had her clean up again, putting on the make-up and
lipstick the gang-bang had erased; she was dressed exactly as she was three
hours before. She was shown the AR-16 assault rifle that Marvin legally held
in the car, being promised to be shot if she tried some trick, and they
pointed the cars to LA.
The cars had been chosen carefully: two brown, undercover cop-style 1996
Caprice Classics. In the first there was Wayne, looking for cops, in the
second Marvin drove, Mike and Sean squeezed the young blonde between them on
the rear seat and Roy, turned backwards from the front passenger seat,
filmed her being ruthlessly porked by the two niggers during the whole
transfer.
Finally, for the last part of their plan, they chose the place where they
had to stage the last ‘set’; they chose the sidewalk of a small but fairly
busy street in LA, in front of a wrecked building in a lousy, mainly
Hispanic neighbourhood, and first they left Roy to prepare the cameras, then
five minutes after, having got his OK, they forced her to get out of the car
and stand, as a proper whore, on that squalid sidewalk.
Claudia Hamilton was spectacularly visible, all blonde and pink-dressed,
tall and half-naked, under the only lamppost of the dark neighborhood;
Marvin drove the car and Roy filmed her from the other side of the street,
while Wayne, armed and looking a very dangerous pimp, stayed beside her,
only a few feet away, to avoid hassles. Anyway, they wanted to put it clear
that she was a whore, so they left her there for a while, and three cars
with two or three men in each stopped asking for her prices. Shivering in
shame and humiliation, she had to follow the orders of her tormentors,
bending on the passengers’ window and accepting the verbal abuses of the
white and Hispanic men in the cars; she’d been told to ask 100 bucks for
each blowjob, so all of them sent the blonde to hell and drove away in a
flurry of insults. A videocamera, handled by Mike, filmed her from behind,
taking good upskirt shots, and several nice details, of the gorgeous blonde
hooker bending in the cars.
Finally, Marvin and Roy decided it was time to move. They took Mike on
board and approached the blonde prostitute. Mike, lowering the window, asked
the blonde how much she wanted for a full night with him and ‘his brothers
here’. She said she’d go for 50 bucks for each trick, mouth or cunt alike,
but he wasn’t happy; he offered 30 dollars each trick, promising her that
they’d made her rich before dawn. Roy, of course, was filming all of it from
inside, recording also the dialogue. She protested, saying she was an
actress, and that 50 bucks was a miserable sum, but Mike, shoving a large
black hand in her cleavage, asked why she was there, if she was such a
snotty white bitch, and she shrugged "Well, I need money to pay the rent,
and I’ve no job now..... and when I’m in need, this is it." "Well, with us,
at 30 bucks each cumming, you’ll get rich! We’ll give you so much cock that
tomorrow you will be have enough to buy a new car, cunt! Climb here!"
Sighing, the blonde at this point climbed on the old brown Chevrolet, that
immediately accelerated away.
Marvin stopped the car just a few blocks after, near a large intersection.
It was to end, now: but they didn’t want any hassle, so they dropped the
blonde beauty there with a 20 bucks bill to pay a taxi "So long, honkey
bitch", Wayne said, grinning, "have a nice time from now on. And remember:
we’ll keep the tape for us, but if we ever feel that you’re making some
fuss, we’ll send it to every porn shop in USA, and the pictures will be
posted on the Internet, for free. It would not please your ‘Baywatch’
producers, no? You’d end up doing these loops for real. Be careful...."
The taxi ride
Claudia Hamilton nodded, and got out of the car, still not believing that
they’d let her free, and began to walk uncertainly to the intersection.
Suddenly, she was aware of being in a completely unknown part of the town,
at 3 a.m., dressed like a cheap whore...... She was scared stiff of having
other bad encounters, so she took all her courage and turned back, walked to
the brown car and asked the men to help her.
"Please, be kind.... I’m scared. Could you please help me?" "Alright,
slut", Wayne replied, "I’ll get you a cab. Come with me." He walked with her
to the large road, the three men in the Caprice controlling the situation.
Luckily, a cab stopped after only a couple of minutes. Wayne called the man
at the window, a large, burly Puerto Rican with a cruel grin not more than
20 years old, and showed him the blonde ‘whore’.
"Man, this girlfriend of mine has to get to a good customer, uptown. She
will give you the address.... It must be somewhere near Beverly Hills, I
think. And here", he lifted her microdress and shoved the green bill under
the left thigh garter, "There’s 20 bucks for the fare. Okay?" The Puerto
Rican was eyeing lustfully that incredibly beautiful blonde slut; Wayne,
shoving the 20 bucks there, had purposefully shown her naked crotch to the
man, and he had got a powerful erection. "Going to Beverly will be more
expensive than that, senor. 20 bucks will not be enough...." "So what, man?"
Wayne grinned, "If you want, you can get a blowjob instead. Care to get
your cock sucked by a nice blonde whore? Think that, immediately after,
she’d be paid ten times more for the same job by some upper-class dumb white
asshole....."
The Spic grinned widely. "That’s fine, man. I’ll drive her there for a
blowjob, that’s okay." It was the final outrage, she thought, but now she
didn’t care so much, after all. She seated therefore in the lurid front seat
of the battered Ford Crown Victoria, the hand of the taxi driver immediately
getting to her left thigh to spread her legs a little obscene bit more.
Wayne put his head in the window and said to the girl "You be good, I wait
you at home with the money before tomorrow morning. And you", he said,
suddenly menacing, to the taxi driver, "You better keep straight, okay? You
get your cock sucked, and that’s it. I have your license number, I know
where I can find you. And if the girl doesn’t arrive in time, I’ll find you
and cut your throat. Claro?"
There was no doubt about it, the Black was a tough son of a bitch. The
Purto Rican gulped, said "Of course, senor.... of course". And they drove
away, slowly. They didn’t know that the brown Caprice followed them, and
that, when they stopped in an alley, Roy filmed them fumbling a little, her
head going down, a few minutes of its blonde head bobbing on his belly, then
she getting seated again. Roy was really happy, now: he already had in his
dirty mind all the script, and the scenes already filmed, for the ultraporn
video he’d edit in the next few days.
First scene: Claudia Hamilton climbing on that taxi and working on the
alley; then Claudia Hamilton on the sidewalk, the dealing with the johns in
several cars, she being hired by the niggers in the Caprice. Then the drive
home with the continuous porking in the car, her arrival already half-naked,
the declaration that she was a whore, the strip, some obscene dialogue,
tongueing and necking with the bros while she got dollar bills in her
garter’s elastic band, some long shots of her voluptuous naked body; and
then the gang-bang, the sandwiches, the anal intruding of all of them, Sean
included, the continuous shooting of cum on her face, pissing, everything, a
final shot, that he had carefully prepared, where her beautiful face was
targeted by Wayne’s and Sean’s cocks and covered in long, obscene strings of
thick cum.
The taxi driver and the blonde girl in the taxi didn’t know they were
watched and filmed; for the five brothers, it was a perfect end to the video
they were producing. For her, it was just the end of the ordeal; her mouth
sticky again with that PR sperm, she got out of the taxi at 4 o’clock, and
walked uncertainly up a little street. It really wasn’t her real address, he
was looking at her, she knew: only when she stopped and pretended to enter a
condo, she felt the cab driving away. She sighed, in sufferance; turning
away, she walked towards the opposite direction. It was a mile-long walk to
her flat, but now that it was all over, she felt so relieved that even
walking wasn’t such a bad thing. Now the hard thing would be to forget all
those horrible days..... if it was possible.
Aftermath
After the first few hours, Claudia regained her control. It was Monday,
and the first filming session wouldn’t begin until Wednesday, so she had a
couple of days to recover; but she also had a minor stroke of luck, as the
secretary of the producers of the TV series called her Tuesday to inform her
that the appointment was postponed to the next Monday for ‘technical
problems’. This delay would have made her furious, now she was extremely
happy, because this allowed her some more time to mend her bruises and cure
her body.
Only a few friends, a couple of men and Ginger Johnson, called her to ask
where she’d been the weekend, and she answered evasively, leaving the idea
she might have had a sexual adventure somewhere..... which, she thought
sadly, was more than true. But Wednesday she felt already well enough to
venture out of her flat; with a large sweater, a faded pair of baggy jeans
and a ponytail, her blue and still irritated eyes concealed behind a pair of
stylish sunglasses, she descended to the grocer store to buy some food.
Her legs were beginning to move well now, after the days of imprisonment.
Maybe she could use her bicycle, but decided against it, it was far better
to have a short walk and relax. She bought some food, and, at the pharmacy,
creams to mend the little bruises left on her body. It was quite good to see
that all the abuses of those days had left very little marks on her perfect
body; only the savage blow of that biker’s nightstick on her back had left a
mark, otherwise she was visually OK. Her sex was quite a different matter;
the vagina, so badly abused, was still wide-open, and the asshole ached
wildly. He bought an anti-hemorroidal ointment, and, once at home, relaxed
again, reading newspapers. A couple of nights of good sleep, favoured by
sleeping pills she had at home, followed, and made her feel quite well.
Thursday, she decided to go downtown. The trauma had passed; now she felt
it like a distant incident in the past, and she was ready to begin to live
her life again. Claudia looked healthy and beautiful as she had always been;
walking down the stairs, she looked at the mailbox, and saw some stuff
inside.
There were a few envelopes: one was without any caption and just plain
yellow, a padded commercial envelope. She opened it, puzzled, and recognised
immediately the keys of her old Ford. Her heart began to beat faster: the
car, in fact, was parked just in front of her door. Nobody was around, she
walked to the car and put a hand on the engine hood; it was cold, the car
must have been brought there many hours before.
She opened the door. The car had been washed, cleaned; it started
perfectly, better than when it was new. The tank was full. Like she was in a
dream, she checked all the car; they had returned it perfectly sane, and
this gave her a sort of a heartbeat.
Then she thought of looking at the documents; she opened the glovebox.
Over the papers, there was a videocassette. Her heart began to pound
heavily; she shut the engine, took the cassette, which had no label, and ran
to her flat.
Trembling, she shoved the cassette in her VCR, and turned on the TV.
Before her horrified eyes, the TV displayed the titles: "Claudia Hamilton
needs money" And the first scene was of her hooking on the streets, then of
her being picked up for the blowjob in the taxi, and then the niggers
arrived and picked her up, and then again everything she’d already lived a
few days before..... While the TV showed her ordeal, nicely edited in a
lewd ultraporn movie, Claudia began to weep wildly, hopelessly, desperately.
It was impossible to bear, and still she watched all of it, stoned again by
all the nasty things they’d forced her to do; and she knew that, in the
tape, she didn’t look like the victim of the rape, but a willing whore.
The video was nearly one hour long. At the end, looking at her own spunk-
covered but undoubtedly smiling face, she simply collapsed, fainting on the
couch.
A telephone ring awoke her half an hour after. "Hi, Claudia. Nice to hear
you." She had no trouble to recognise Roy’s thundering voice, and asked
"What... what you want from me? Why did you do that cassette?" The man
laughed. "Relax, girl, we’re not planning to release it.... Not now, at
least. We’ll keep it for us.... well, maybe for some other friends, but it’s
not for public sale. If you behave well, of course." She was broken. Tears
in her eyes, she said "And now? I’ll not call the Police, but...." "That’s
okay, Claudia, we appreciate that. Ah, and Saturday night we’ll like to
invite you for a very special dinner at our house.... you know, you’ve been
there before, isn’t it? I’ll wait you at 7 p.m. at the end of Sunset. Come
with your car, alone. Okay?"
She had to go: and once she’d go back there, she’d been finished, forever.
She knew it. The nightmare that she was hoping to have left behind her, in
fact, had probably just begun......
The End
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