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Authors name: Blackzilla (blackzilla99@hotmail.com)
Story title : They Knew My Name
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They Knew My Name (M+/F, forced)
Written by Blackzilla For Cindy (blackzilla99@hotmail.com)
For The Zilla Network
***
This is a true story. It was told to me by one of my
Zillettes (One of my female readers)
She first wrote me about the story "Black Rain" - She's
really a sweet woman who finds herself turned on by rape
stories. After a few emails back and forth, she told me
that she was raped when she was in college. And then she
told me that she never told anyone about it. She asked me
if I could write her story. We had an intense conversa-
tion over the phone (which is something I usually shy
away from with my readers). Below is her story, exactly
as she told me in detail over the phone.
Mr. Blackzilla, you wrote me back and asked me to tell
you about my rape. Well here goes.
I was 20 years old when it happened. I'm 35 now. I was
dating a Blackman while I was in college. I've always
found myself attracted to black men when I was younger
but I was to afraid of what my family and friends would
say if they knew I had such feelings for the opposite
race. There's nothing special about me. I think I'm kind
of an average woman. I not thin and I'm not fat. I have
dark hair brown hair; I'm a 34 b-cup. And I'm about 5 ft
6 inches tall.
I started dating a young black man in my third year of
school. He was a nice guy who really treated me well. I
really enjoyed spending my free time with him. What I
liked about him was his patience. He never rushed
anything he did. Even when we would have sex he took his
time and really made each time special.
One weekend he had to fly back home cause his Aunt had
passed away. He was going to be gone for a week. I spent
most of my time with him. So when he left I found myself
with nothing to do. I'm not a party girl, if you know
what I mean. I don't like to drink and all that other
stuff. But back then when I was in college, that's all
people did.
That Saturday night a few of the girls from my dorm
asked me to come with them to a party. I told them that I
didn't feel like it. They started laughing and making fun
of me. One of the girls said,
"What's the matter, you don't like hanging out with
white people anymore?"
The comment pissed me off. I didn't want to go but I did.
I guess I just wanted to prove to this girl that I wasn't
afraid of white people even though I'm white. When we
arrived it was your typical frat party, tons of beer and
lots of drugs. The music was also very loud. I figured
I'd make a short appearance and then get lost in the
crowd and kindly go back to my room.
I was never in to drinking but I liked smoking pot every
once in a while. So when my girlfriend light up a joint
and passed it around, I took a few hits and was feeling
pretty good. Then I had a beer. Then I had some of their
spiked punch. I knew the punch was spiked and so did
everyone else. It was no big secret. People have been
spiking punch for years.
The punch was pretty powerful. I think it was nothing but
pure vodka with a little fruit punch in it to give it
some color. I hung out for a while and after my second
glass of punch I started feeling dizzy. I wasn't really
dizzy; it was then I realized that I was drunk.
I had to go to the bathroom so I asked someone where it
was. They told me it was upstairs, 3rd door on the right.
Walking up the stairs past the army of people drinking
and smoking pot on the stairwell was quit an adventure.
The second floor was abandoned and very dark. I don't
have good vision. I have always worn glasses my entire
life. I don't even remember how many doors I passed. I
opened the door that I thought was the bathroom. It was
dark and I couldn't see a thing. I tried to find the
light switch by feeling for it.
I walked in a little further and that's when someone
grabbed me from behind. He put one hand over my mouth and
one hand around my waist and lifted me off the ground. He
carried me forward and then I felt him leap forward while
holding me. Things where happening so fast. Even though I
was a little high and a little drunk, I knew I was in
trouble.
I thought I was going to hit the ground. Our bodies
landed on top of a bed. It was a single bed because my
head was hanging off the other side. The impact cause my
glasses to fall off, I actually heard the glass break
when it hit the floor. I was confused and pissed off. My
first thought was maybe someone was playing around. Then
I heard his voice.
"Hey... shut the fuck up you nigger lover."
Then I heard another voice say,
"Yeah bitch... shut the fuck up... we know who you are,
you're name is Cindy and we know all about that nigger
you're fucking."
I was scared to death. I didn't know what to do. The guy
that was lying on top of me started grinding his hips
against my ass. I started crying and my body started
shaking. I couldn't make a sound even if I tried. I was
trying my best to gasp for air.
Then the guy on top of me whispered in my ear, "I don't
remember inviting nigger lovers to my party. Don't you
know how bad you make us look prancing around campus with
that fucking monkey?"
I could smell the alcohol on his breath. He sounded angry
and I could feel him breathing faster and faster.
"I'm going to move my hand, if you try and scream.I swear
I'll knock all of those pretty little teeth out of your
mouth."
A soon as he moved his hand away from my mouth I started
begging.
"Please let me go. I--I'm sorry I came to your party.
Didn't know. I'll leave right away. Please let me go...
I'm sorry."
I could hear the other guy laughing from the other side
of the room. It was dark and his voice just seemed to
echo.
"Your not going anywhere bitch, you should've never come
here, you should have stayed with that nigger."
It was springtime and I was only wearing a light blouse
and a skirt. I was terrified and I didn't know what to
do. Then I felt it. The guy that was lying on top of me
started humping me on top of my cloths. I could feel his
cock getting harder and harder.
"This bitch has a big fucking ass man," he said to his
friend while he dry humped me, which was causing my skirt
to ride up to my hips.
I tried to move, I started wiggling around trying to get
him off of me. Then he yanked me by my hair, and said.
"Yeah baby, I like that I like a bitch that knows how to
move her ass around."
It was then that it hit me, "Oh God... they're going to
rape me," I thought to myself.
"Hey man let me go first." Said the guy who was on the
other side of the room.
I started crying as I felt a hand working up my dress.
The guy on top of me was very heavy and I couldn't move.
"I'm gonna go first this time, you went first last time.
I'm already in my favorite position."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing.they were arguing
over who was going to rape me first. Then I felt a hand
palming my pussy from behind. I wasn't wearing anything
special, just a pair of cotton panties. I could feel his
finger pressing against my pussy lips. He started moaning
after he hooked his finger under the crotch of my panties
and found my bare pussy lips.
"Please don't do this to me! Please don't rape me! I'm
sorry... I didn't even want to come to your party. Please
let me go," I begged.
My head was still spinning from the booze, I was scared
and didn't know what to do.
"What's the matter Cindy? You think your pussy is too
good for a couple of white boys? What's the matter, you
think our dicks are too small for yeah?"
The both of them started laughing. Then the guy on the
other side of the room said, "Show her man, shove your
cock in her.Show that bitch what she's been missing."
Then I heard and felt my panties being ripped from my
body. I heard footsteps coming towards me. The other guy
grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down pinning my
shoulders to the bed.
"Come on man hurry up." He said to the guy that was on my
back. The guy on my back got up and I could hear him
taking of his cloths. He got out of his cloths real fast.
He climbed back on top of me. I tried to lock my legs
together. He slapped me hard on my ass. POOOOWWW...
"Open your fucking legs. I'm not fucking around with you
bitch.Open them up right fucking NOW!" he growled.
At that point I knew that there was no escaping from
them. I was scared, I was drunk, and I was also
exhausted. He used his knees to spread my legs apart.
Then I felt the head of his cock at the entrance of my
pussy.
"Oh... shit man this bitch is wet."
I think that's when I felt the most embarrassed. He
started rubbing his cock against my pussy lips. I could
feel my pussy responding to him. I was sure he was going
to ram his cock into me. But he didn't. It seemed like he
was teasing himself. I could feel his rock hard cock
poking at my hole. His cock head was large. I could feel
my pussy lips stretching.
"Come on man stop fucking around... will you fuck this
bitch already?"
"Will you shut up and let me enjoy myself. Jeezus Christ,
calm the fuck down man."
That was the last thing he said before he sunk his cock
into my body. His cock was thicker then I thought. There
was no resistance from my pussy. I was ashamed; my pussy
was soaking and his cock just slid right in all the way.
He moaned when his cock was thoroughly buried in my
pussy. He held himself in that position for a few
seconds. His cock felt huge inside of me. Then he pulled
back and he pushed it back in again slowly. He did this a
few times before he increased his pace. At that point I
stopped crying. It didn't matter anymore. I was being
raped.
My pussy felt so filled up, and I could feel my juices
lathering his cock. He started grunting and moaning while
he fucked me. Every once in a while he would give me a
few short hard stokes.
"How is it man? Is it good, is the pussy good man?" asked
the man holding me down.
The guy fucking me from behind was grunting and moaning.
Then he said,
"FUCK YEAH MAN! She's fucking tight. That nigger must
have a small cock."
They both started laughing. The guy fucking me from
behind started grunting and fucking me harder and harder.
I could feel my pussy squeezing and milking his cock.
Then I felt it... I was about to cum.
He started twisting and churning his hips.I tried my best
to keep myself still. I desperately didn't want to cum. I
didn't even realize that the guy that was holding me down
had let go of me. It was dark and I couldn't see a thing.
The bed was bouncing up and down as he drove his cock
into me from behind. That was when he placed his hands on
my shoulders and started jerking my body toward his to
met his thrust.
I was feeling all kinds of things everything was a blur.
My eyes were opened but I could see nothing.
"You ready bitch? I'm gonna cum," he growled.
"No! No don't cum in me! Please don't do that!" I cried
out softly.
I heard the other guy's voice. He was somewhere else in
the room.
"Fuck the bitch. Cum in her, I'll bet she lets that
nigger cum in her pussy."
Before I could protest further he started ramming his
cock in me hard and fast.
"Ahhh... Aghhh... Take that bitch!"
He rammed his cock into me and started shooting his load
inside me. I don't know if it was instinct or fear, but I
squeezed my as cheeks together. I could feel his cock
pulsing as he pumped his sperm deep into my pussy. That
sent me over the edge and I started cumming with him.
I've always used condoms with my boyfriends. This was the
first time I ever felt a man cum inside my pussy. It felt
strange, and disgusting. It felt as though someone had a
water gun that was filled with hot water and was
squirting it inside. His whole body trembled before he
finally collapsed on top of my back. I could feel his
sweaty chest soaking through my blouse. I could also feel
his cock twitching as it started to deflate inside me.
He just lied there for a few seconds while he caught his
breath. Then the other guy said, "Are you done yet? Come
on man, it's my fucking turn."
He pulled his cock out of my pussy and almost instantly I
could feel his cum leaking out of my pussy. It felt nasty
at first then it felt even stranger as I felt it leaking
out in clumps. The guy who just finished raping me then
said to his buddy,
"Damn man, would you fucking relax? She's not going
anywhere."
I had just been raped and know I was about to be raped
again by another guy. As soon as the first guy got up off
the bed the other guy jumped on the bed. I thought he was
going to do me the same way. I just wanted it to be over.
I had no fight left in me. He told me to get on my back
and I did. He didn't even have to tell me to spread my
legs or anything like that, I just did it.
"Damn! I always get sloppy seconds." He said as he
plunged a couple of fingers into my pussy.
My pussy was filled with his friends cum.He was twisting
his fingers around inside my pussy. I could hear the
sound of coming from my pussy and it disgusted me.
"Damn man, you shot a big load in this bitch," he said
laughingly.
"Will you shut up and fuck her already? Jeeezus Christ!"
I was on my back staring into the darkness. I felt his
cock head at the entrance to my freshly raped cum filled
pussy. He put his cock head between my pussy lips. Then
he grabbed my ankles and pushed them up and back until my
knees were pressing against my breast. He then pushed
forward driving his cock deep into my pussy. He stopped
and moaned when his balls landed flush against my ass.
He didn't waste any time. He started fucking me hard and
fast. He fucked me with long hard strokes. His cock felt
thicker then the first guy who raped me. I felt like a
whore. The sound of his cock slicing in and out of my
gooey cum filled pussy brought a few tears to my eyes. I
cried silently while starting into the darkness.
I wished I were somewhere else. I wished that I never
came to that party. I wished I were with my Black
boyfriend who loved me. I tried not to think about what
was happening to me. But that could not take me away from
my reality. The cock that was pounding in and out of my
pussy didn't love me. The cock that was twisting and
slicing through my flesh hated me.
The guy fucking me was grunting and moaning. I wanted him
to get it over with. I wanted to go home. I found myself
praying silently that he would come soon and get off of
me. My prayers were answered. He grunted and rammed his
cock into my pussy and started shaking as he came inside
me filling my pussy with a fresh batch of cum. He came
just as hard as his buddy did just a few minutes ago. He
gave me a few more short jabbing strokes making sure he
completely emptied himself inside my raped pussy.
"Damn, that was fucking good. I really needed that Cindy,
thanks."
I didn't move or say a word. I hated the fact that they
knew my name. He let go of my legs and placed them flat
on the bed. I could here them putting there cloths on.
The guy who had just finished raping me came over by the
bed and put his hands between my legs and stuck his
fingers into my sore cum dribbling cunt.
"Consider yourself lucky bitch. There's about ten other
guys downstairs that wanted to come up here and help
teach you a lesson. You keep your mouth shut and you keep
your nigger loving ass away from our people. Do you here
me? I said do you here me?"
I answered him with a yes. Then he took his fingers out
of my cunt and smeared there cum on my face. He told me
to clean myself up and go to the end of the hallway. He
said there was a stairwell that lead to the back door. He
told me to hurry up and to get the fuck out of their
house. Then I heard the footsteps walking toward the
door.
Just before they walked out they turned on the lights.
All I saw was a white hand close the door. The first
thing I did was look for my glasses and panties. I found
my glasses but I couldn't find my underwear.
I fixed myself up a bit and I used the sheet that was on
the bed to clean the cum off my face. I opened the door
slowly and peaked my head out. I didn't see anyone. I
headed down the hall they told me about. I walked down
the stairs and out the back door. I ran all way back to
my room. My whole body ached and I could feel that there
cum running down my legs.
I never told anyone. Not even my boyfriend. How could I?
I never saw the faces of the men who raped me. This all
happened 15 years ago.
I ended up married my black boyfriend. We have two small
children and we are very happy. My parents never accepted
him though. They couldn't get over the color of his skin.
I read a lot and I find myself drawn to rape stories. I
don't know why I read them, but I can't help it. My
husband knows I read rape stories, because once in a
while I read a hot but soft-core forced sex story in bed.
Then we play little games in bed. He knows I like it when
he forces me. I really get turned on when he sneaks up
behind me and forces his hard black cock in me.
Sometimes he waits and catches me when I come out of the
shower. I know he's going to do it cause when I come out
of the shower the house is quiet; the TV in the bedroom
is off. Then the light suddenly goes out and he pushes me
onto the bed on my stomach and rams his cock in my pussy.
I almost always cum instantly.
He fucks me hard and fast; he sometimes talks dirty and
nasty. He quotes things he's her me read from the rape
stories. He tells me to shut up and not to make a sound.
He threatens to hurt me if I fight him. I pretend like
I'm crying and I beg him to stop. You know with stuff
like, "Oh please mister don't hurt me, oh please don't
fuck me."
He tells me to shut up, and then he rams his thick black
cock deep inside my dripping pussy. I know he loves our
little rape game. Lately he's been thinking of new and
more creative ways to take me. I always protest a little.
Then I give in and come hard.
My black husband loves me and he would never hurt me. I
love him to death but I don't think I could ever tell him
what happen to me when he went away that week. Who knows?
He surfs the web. Maybe one day he'll go through my
favorites on my PC and find your site Mr. Zilla.
Thanks In advance for posting my story
Love
Cindy
A loyal Zillette
Please send your thoughts and comments to:
Blackzilla99@hotmail.com
http://www.blackzilla99.com/
Peace
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.
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