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It Happened In The Bone Yard
by Kathy S. (kathyseroticstories@yahoo.co.uk)
***
This story tells the tale of a young girl raped on her
way home from work. The time period is the early
sixties, the girl is unsure who her attacker is, but
she has a strong suspicion that it was a black man.
(MF, nc, rp, v, 1st, intr, oral, anal, preg?)
***
This is a story told to me by one of my white female
friends many years ago, it happened while she was
walking home from work on a foggy night in 1963; she
was twenty two years old at the time.
As usual I finished work at six pm; I went along with
the other girls to clock out at the entrance to the
plastics factory where I had been working for the past
few months. I had been lucky to get this job, there
wasn't much work to be had in the run down area where I
lived; also the money came in very handy, as my fiancé
john and I, were saving to get married.
In those days, there were a lot of immigrants flooding
into the country1 "Mostly Black," they tended to get
jobs easily because they were willing to work for less
money than white people; they didn't mind doing the
jobs that white folk wouldn't even look at, too.
Our factory had its fair share of black workers, both
male and female, but mostly male. Very few of us women
mixed with the black workers; in those days if white
women were seen associating with black people,
especially men, they would get a bad name.
There was one black man that was always staring at me,
and he would often smile, I would guess his age to be
about forty five. While waiting my turn in the queue to
clock out I felt someone pushing against me; there was
a hand on my arse gently caressing it; I could also
feel this hard lump pressing into my thigh.
My heart began to race and I started to sweat, "even
though it was cold," everyone was pushing as usual, so
it was difficult to know who had touched me up. I
managed to get to the clock and punch my card, and then
I moved to the side and waited for my friend Sally! "I
bet you enjoyed that didn't you?" she asked.
"What are you on about?" I said.
"You know, that black bloke feeling you up; rubbing
your arse with his hand and poking his cock into you; I
bet your fanny was really wet." I told her I didn't
know who touched me and asked if it really was a black
man, she Laughed; "You know it was you randy sod."
As we walked home we were chatting away, oblivious to
the dense fog that was swirling around, being careful
not to walk into anything, or fall of the path and into
the road, although there was very little traffic on the
road, it was still a danger. Sally was laughing about
me being felt up, she asked, "What did it feel like?"
"What?"
"You know, having a black man touching you; did it feel
nice; did you like it?"
"What do you mean 'like it' there was nothing to like;
shut up about it will you; and don't you dare tell
anybody." After a bit more banter, we parted and went
off on our separate ways.
Although I only had a short distance to walk home, my
rout took me past the cemetery; known locally as; "The
bone yard." I had never been nervous of the bone yard;
in fact as a child my friends and I often played in
there! However tonight was different; I had this eerie
feeling as I approached the cemetery on this cold,
damp, foggy night; I looked around me; no one about, I
thought to myself; "Pull yourself together your
perfectly safe." I hurried on.
I got to a gap in the cemetery wall where a small
section had fallen down; I heard a noise and froze in
fear; something was thrown over my head; it stank of
must or mould; I screamed; my scream was cut off by a
hand or arm clamping over my mouth and face. A voice
snarled! "Keep fuckin' quiet, don't make another
fuckin' sound or I'll kill you; you white bitch."
I felt myself being dragged through the gap in the
wall, over rough ground and bumping into tombstones;
all the time pleading with whoever had hold of me not
to hurt me. "Please don't kill me, don't hurt me,
please let me go, I wont tell anybody." A blow to my
head; "shut up you cunt; were going to have jig, jig."
I knew what this meant; I had often heard black people
talking of jig, jig. "No, please no, don't do that to
me please; oh god; please help me." "Aint no god gonna
help you whity; not when my cocks inside you."
I was forced down onto a headstone that had fallen
flat, my skirt was pulled up to my waist, and my
knickers were being dragged down; I was struggling and
begging him not to rape me! "Shut the fuck up or I'll
knock you out," he said. "Just lie still and enjoy it."
My legs were pulled roughly apart and he got between
them, he was fumbling with his clothes; then he lay
down on me. My back and legs were wet from the damp
headstone, and it was hard and rough. I felt his penis
probing around the entrance to my vagina; I began to
struggle.
"Whoosh!" the wind was knocked out of me as he punched
me in the stomach! I could feel him trying to force his
cock into me; it was painful, my fanny was so dry; he
spit on his hand a couple of times then rubbed it into
my hole; now he had his knob inside; he kept pushing,
moving in and out; it went in further; there was an
agonising pain as he broke past my hymen; I tried to
scream; his hand was over my mouth; forcing the filthy
fabric of whatever he put over my head inside he had
taken my virginity.
Now it was much easier for him to push deep inside me,
my blood and his own lubrication allowed him easy
access. He was ploughing into me like a madman; the
force of his downward thrusts was rubbing my back raw
on the headstone. I realized he was going to cum so I
pleaded with him to pull his dick out1 "Please don't
come in me; please don't give me a baby; I'm getting
married; he wont marry me if I've got a baby;" I
sobbed. He gave a few more grunts and thrusts and
pushed deep into me; unloading his filthy sperm to swim
around inside my vagina; searching for my eggs.
He just lay on me for a couple of minutes, then pulled
his softening cock out of me, he crawled up my body and
sat on my chest, pulling my head up to meet him he
raised the smelly fabric a little and forced his dirty
knob into my mouth, "Suck me, suck me, suck my cock and
get it hard again; I want to fuck you again."
I was gagging and spluttering; the taste was awful; but
he was getting another erection; when his cock was
solid he pulled out of my mouth and got to his feet,
dragging me up with him. There was a low headstone
close by and he made me kneel in front of it, he pushed
me forward so that I was doubled over the stone; then I
felt his dick; he was trying to push it up my arse.
I tried to struggle but the way I was bent over, it was
impossible. "If you scream or make a sound I'll break
your fuckin' neck!" he said. Pushing, and manoeuvring
his cock with one hand it gradually started to go in.
The pain was unbearable; "Oh god; make him take it out
I pleaded; please its killing me, take it out." He was
moving it in and out, he suddenly pushed forward and it
went right up inside my arse; it was agony. After a few
minuets of pumping me he said; "I'm cumming! I'm
cumming! I'm shooting my load up your arse!"
I began to vomit! I think I passed out for a moment or
so, because suddenly he was gone. Unsteadily, I managed
to get to my feet; my knees were all scraped from the
gravel I had been forced to kneel down on, and the pain
in my bottom was dreadful. That bastards; spunk was
dribbling out of my vagina and arse and down my legs; I
sat on the headstone weeping for I don't know how long,
before making my way home.
The following day was Friday, pay day; I phoned the
factory and told them I was sick, I said I would be
back in on Monday and asked them to give my wages to
Sally; they agreed but said if I wasn't in on Monday I
would need a doctors note. I thought to myself I'll
need more than a note if that bastard has made me
pregnant.
Both my vagina and my anus were very sore, I had taken
a bath when I got home last night; I wanted to wash
away my rape; to get rid of the smell of that old dirty
blanket. I wanted to clean out any of the spunk from my
fanny and arse that was still lingering inside me. Now
this morning I had time to reflect on what had happened
to me; I didn't see the face of the man who raped me at
all; my head was covered by that old blanket the whole
time. His voice wasn't English, nor was it West Indian;
the majority of the blacks at the factory were West
Indian, so I knew that accent well.
To be honest, I had no idea if I had been raped by a
black man or a white man. What would I do if I was
pregnant? I could pass a white baby off as John's;
although this would mean I will have to let him fuck
me; but what if it was black; he will definitely know
it's not his. My thoughts carried on like this for the
rest of the day until Sally arrived with my wages.
"What's wrong with you, you were ok last night;" Sally
said as I let her into the house; "bloody hell your
face is all bruised; and look at your legs; you been
run over." "No" I replied, "I got raped last night in
the bone yard!" Ever the optimist, Sally said! "What
was it like; did you like it; did he have a big cock!"
Question, after question, after question until I
silenced her. "Shut up and I'll tell you all about it;
but don't you dare tell anyone else, you hear."
She sat in silence; dumbstruck; while I recounted my
ordeal to her. After I had finished she just stared at
me; looking at her I said, "W-what's wrong?"
"Nothing, I just didn't know you were a virgin that's
all. You sure you don't know if he was black or not; it
might have been him who was feeling you up at the
factory last night."
I agreed and said, "The only thing I know is he had
this funny accent; I don't know where it was from."
Sally wanted to know what I was going to do if I was
pregnant. I told her my period was due in a week's time
so I would wait and see.
During lunch break on the Monday morning, sally and I
sat in the canteen chatting, I looked over towards the
window and saw the same black man who was always
watching me, staring back; I was startled and looked
away, muttering under my breath to Sally! "He's over
there, don't let him see you looking, but he's over by
the window; he's watching me."
Sally took a quick look towards the window and turned
back to me, excitedly saying! "That's him, that's the
bloke I saw feeling you up the other night;" she took
another sly peak at him and then looked at me and said!
"He looks ok to me; I don't think he would rape
anybody; he's good looking, he could probably get most
girls; huh; maybe not too many white girls." I said
softly.
"That's it; you know how mad for white women these
black men are; suppose he has been trying to get off
with a white girl, and she wouldn't let him have it;
that might make him go out and rape someone! Looking
bored with the whole thing, Sally got to her feet
looked over at him again, saying, "I don't think so;
I'm going to the toilet, see you back inside."
I sat there for another while finishing my lunch, every
so often I would sneak a look at him to see if he was
still watching me; he was; and still smiling that
sickly smile. He made an O by using his index finger of
one hand, then, using the index finger of the other
hand he was pushing it in and out of the O; indicating
the sex act; all the time staring at me and grinning. I
was shocked; I began to tremble, and started sobbing.
It was him; he was the bastard who had raped me; I put
my head in my hands and sobbed quietly to myself.
Suddenly I was brought back to my senses! The strange
voice; the voice of the man who raped me! "How are you
feeling today; I hope you are not too sore; but you
were very tight the other night weren't you?" I looked
up startled; he was leaning down; whispering into my
ear. It was as if he was trying to torment me! Proving
to me that it was him! Knowing, that I couldn't! Or
wouldn't! Be able to do anything about it.
He was right; there was no way I could ever tell anyone
else what had happened to me; apart from Sally no one
else would ever find out, she promised not to say
anything; and didn't. I could never tell people I had
sex with a black man; even if it was rape, my name
would be mud; no one would have anything to do with me,
and I would lose all my friends; especially John, my
fiancé. My only worry now; was I might be pregnant! I
didn't worry for long; ten days later I started my
period.
Kathy S.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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