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Beat 
Wiley06 (address defunct)

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An Ethiopian High School freshman girl is grabbed by 
some of her racist classmates and raped and tortured 
and treated like an animal. (Mteens, nc, rp, oral, 
anal, intr, v, bd)

***

Tish, tired by an evening's hard work at the chew and 
spew, doffed her apron and donned her jacket. It was an 
hour before closing, 11:00 pm, and she needed to get 
home, since it was up at 6:00 for school. She sighed, 
resigned although she wished she didn't have to work, 
but her parents, Ethiopians both, with a strong work 
ethic, had insisted. Every two weeks, at fifteen hours 
a week, Tish turned over her paycheck to them, just 
like her brothers did. 

Well, she thought, they were poor, and every little bit 
helped. What didn't help was being black in this 
southern pit of a town, where she faced rejection from 
the whites for her color and from the blacks because 
she was an immigrant. Life sucks, she thought, and then 
you die. 

In the restroom she washed her face, trying to remove 
some of the grease which naturally accumulated over her 
entire body. She shuddered at the thought and looked 
into the mirror. At 15 she was beautiful in that 
classic Ethiopian way, with long, kinky black hair 
pulled back into a single braid falling down to the 
middle of her back, revealing a broad, smooth forehead 
and sparse eyebrows over shining dark eyes. 

All her features were delicate, including her wide, 
finely shaped, small nose, her generous, small mouth, 
and her fine cheekbones. Her body was just beginning to 
turn womanly, with her B-sized, conish breasts pushing 
provocatively against any blouse she wore, her narrow 
waist giving way to slightly wider hips and full, firm 
buttocks and athletic legs. At 5'2" and 110 lbs, she 
was truly stunning at 15, and promised to be even more 
so as she aged, her smoky-hued skin only accenting her 
beauty. 

Sighing, she stepped out the back and started on her 
nightly trek home. Lost in a daze of exhaustion she 
didn't notice the truck pulling up behind her until it 
was just beside her and the boy driving yelled, "Hey 
Tish, working hard?" to the laughter of the girl 
sharing the cab with him and the two boys and girl in 
the bed of the truck. 

Looking up she saw that it was Bill, Donny, Greg, 
Cynthia, and Ruby in the truck, a small high school 
clique of seniors who took great delight in tormenting 
her as one of the few blacks who went to their school. 
Used to their abuse, she lowered her head, crossed her 
arms in front of her chest, and walked on, trying her 
best to ignore them. 

She heard their voices and wondered that they were not 
shouting epithets at her, and started when she heard 
feet hit the ground. Quickly looking around, she saw 
that Donny, Greg, and Cynthia had jumped out of the bed 
of the truck and were charging her. Panicked, she 
turned and tried to flee, only to take three steps 
before they were on her. Her body flew through the air 
and landed heavily as someone tackled her, knocking the 
wind from her. 

She scrabbled frantically to get back up, to flee, but 
was knocked back to the ground by a fist driving into 
her kidney. Pain exploded in her back and side as she 
rolled about in pain, only to be met by a shoe slamming 
into her stomach, doubling her up. Then she was being 
kicked and hit all over her torso and legs, the blows 
raining down on her, thudding dully against her body. 
She was rolled up in a fetal position, her arms 
covering her head and face as they pummeled her, pain 
and the brute force of their attack jerking her body 
around on the ground. 

She didn't know how long they beat her, but she quickly 
dropped into a dull distancing as shock set in. She 
remained curled up when they stopped beating her, her 
mind empty of anything. She didn't react when she heard 
one of the boys yell, "Come on, get her in the truck," 
and felt hands grip her and toss her into the bed of 
the truck. The jarring of her body against the truck 
bed snapping her back into the world. 

She rolled onto her back and tried to sit up, her body 
aching from the beating, but was thrown back by a hard 
slap across her face. When she looked up again, feeling 
the truck moving beneath her, she stared straight into 
the barrel of a .38 pistol set snugly in Donny's hand 
while Greg and Cynthia looked on, expressions of eager 
anticipation on their faces. 

Tish trembled: she was really scared now, her eyes 
frozen on the end of the pistol just inches from her 
face. 

"Now Bitch," Donny drawled, "put your hands above your 
head." 

Still staring at the end of the gun, Tish slowly moved 
her arms 

above her head, feeling all the aches and bruises 
throughout her body from the beating she had taken 
earlier. Oh god, she thought, and shook in fear and 
closed her eyes as Donny gently caressed her cheek with 
the gun. 

"Open wide," he said, pressing the barrel of the gun 
against her lips until she parted them slightly. 

She shivered and felt the knot of fear in her stomach 
tighten as Donny slid the cool, smooth barrel of the 
pistol between her lips and into her mouth, her eyes 
large and white as she used them to plead with him. 

"Now suck on it, bitch," he growled softly, and with a 
whimper she obeyed him, drawing in her cheeks as she 
began to suck on the gun, which he slowly drew in and 
out of her mouth. 

Cynthia looked on at the bitch's humiliation and fear 
with growing satisfaction. At 5'6, thin with a firm 
body and good shape, long blonde hair and blue eyes, 
both she and Ruby were the beauties of high school. In 
fact they looked so much alike they were now pretending 
to be twins, wearing the same clothes and everything. 
But though they seemed to have everything, they both 
looked at Tish and saw what they could never have: 
truly stunning beauty. They were both insanely jealous 
of her--and what right, Cynthia thought to herself, 
does a fucking stinking nigger bitch like this have to 
look that good? She would make her pay and pay. 

Greg looked on, his shock of dark hair tossing in the 
wind. He had always thought Tish was a looker, but she 
was black, so was off limits. Now though, he rubbed his 
cock through his pants in anticipation, he would get a 
shot at her--of that he had no doubt. If the girls 
didn't demand it, he would just take her and rape the 
fuck out of her--with a body like that, it was what she 
was made for anyway. 

Tish closed her eyes as tears began running down the 
side of her face, her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked 
on the end of Donny's pistol. Her mind and body quailed 
as she felt his hand on her stomach, pushing up her 
shirt until she could feel his hand against her flesh. 
Goosebumps rose on her flesh from the chill and from 
the contact of his hand as he rubbed it against her 
flat, firm stomach. Her eyes snapped open as she felt 
other hands at her hips, undoing the buttons on her 
jeans. She made a muffled sound and tried to raise her 
head up when the gun was forced far back against her 
throat, making her gag, and Donny was leaning over her, 
spitting out angrily, "Don't you move, bitch. Don't you 
move one little bit, "Got it!" 

She nodded, her mouth still around the gun, and stared, 
frozen like a bird by a snake, up into the blue eyes of 
Donny, her lips still around the muzzle of his gun. 
Hands continued to pull her jeans down her legs until 
they were bunched around her knees, and she heard Greg 
whistle over the wind and say, "Whewee. Nice. She's got 
even better looking legs than you Cynthia." 

"Shut the fuck up, Greg. Are you saying you'd rather 
fuck a nigger whore like this than have me?" Greg just 
smiled at her and she turned angrily to Tish and tore 
her shoes and socks off before pulling the girls jeans 
from her body. "Well, there she is, go ahead and fuck 
her if you want to so bad." 

"Now Cynthia, I didn't mean it like that.... But you 
have to admit she's got a good pair on her." 

"Well..." 

"And wouldn't you love to see those pretty little legs 
of hers pulled wide, jerking and trembling as someone 
whipped her pussy?" 

"Yesss," Cynthia hissed as she pictured the black girl 
being abused like that, "Yes I would." Greg smiled. 

Tish whimpered through the gun when she heard them 
speaking. What were they saying? Rape? Whipping? What 
were they going to do with her? She was so terrified 
she began shaking uncontrollably, wishing she were 
anywhere else, even dead. 

A silence fell over the back of the truck as Donny 
slowly pulled the pistol from the young teenager's 
mouth's, they were all lost in their own thoughts. Donny 
knew that he wasn't thinking straight, knew that the 
mere thought of having such a hot piece of meat to do 
anything he wanted with was driving him nuts. Most of 
all he wanted to hurt her, to make her scream and beg 
and cry and plead with him to stop hurting her, to see 
her smooth, silky flesh quiver, tremble, and break 
under his blows.

It was almost too much for him. Greg was wondering 
which of her holes he wanted to fuck first. It had gone 
this far, he thought, may as well take something away 
from it, and a good fuck of a hot cunt like Tish would 
be just what he ordered. He wondered if she was a 
virgin, but decided against it: everyone knew black 
girls got popped by their fathers before they started 
bleeding. 

Cynthia just wanted to see the little bitch humiliated, 
and was busy thinking up the best way to do so. She was 
a little wary of Donny, though: she had never seen him 
so intense. She figured it didn't matter that much, and 
then remembered that Greg had a couple of dogs.

Tish went into a state of semi-shock as Donny lightly 
caressed her face with the pistol, his eyes crazy as he 
looked at her, his hand hot against the flesh of her 
thighs. She was like a trapped animal, acting solely on 
instinct: now was the time to lay still, to do nothing. 
Sometime in the future it would be time to flee, and 
flee she would, but not now. 

For her, the ride went on and on, but in reality they 
pulled up to Greg's home, sitting placidly on fifty 
acres and set well back from the main road, the tires 
kicking up gravel from the long, wide driveway, only 
fifteen minutes later. They had chosen this hangout 
since his parents were gone for the week's- Tish was just 
an added bonus. 

As the truck lurched to a skidding halt, Tish sprang 
into motion. With her shoulder she knocked Donny's gun 
hand and body out of her way and sprung up and out of 
the truck bed all in one fluid motion, fear and 
desperation giving her inhuman agility. Hitting the 
ground hard in bare feet she stumbled to her hands and 
knees for a moment before she stood and started in a 
full sprint back toward the road. 

Angry voices sounded behind her and the sound of 
pursuit followed. She may have escaped had she not 
stumbled, but after merely fifty yards of freedom she 
was grabbed from behind and dragged down, the gravel of 
the roadway skinning up her legs, arms, and stomach. 
She struggled maniacally in Greg's grip, punching and 
biting and kicking, to no avail as Cynthia, Ruth, Bill, 
and Donny caught up and together held her down. 

"Let me go! Stop! Please!" she wailed as they 
turned her onto her back and they held her spread-
eagled against the ground, Donny and Bill holding her 
legs and the girls holding her arms while Greg sat on 
her stomach. 

"Stupid bitch," Cynthia hissed to herself, her blood up 
from the chase. Louder, she said, "Someone shut the 
cunt up!" 

"Here Greg," Bill motioned, handing him his knife, a 
wicked looking boot job with a six inch blade, "cut her 
if she keeps yowling." 

Greg took the knife reluctantly, not really wanting to 
ruin a gorgeous piece of meat like Tish, but then 
again, this wasn't really his ballgame. He slapped her 
hard on the face several times, each time yelling "shut 
up," until it finally registered and she looked 
fearfully up at him as he waved the knife in front of 
her face. 

Her head rocked hard back and forth as Greg slapped 
her, and finally she stopped screaming and begging, 
hearing him for the first time. Then her eyes caught 
the glint of the knife in the moonlight and she froze, 
entranced by the flickering blade. 

"Well, well, well," Greg said, seeing that they had 
things under control, "seems our little Tish needs a 
lesson. What kind of punishment do you think she 
deserves for trying to run away from us?" 

Punishment, punishment? Tish's mind screamed even as 
her eyes remained locked on the blade in Greg's hand. 
They had beaten her, kidnapped her, made her suck the 
barrel of a gun, stripped her, and then tackled her 
bruised body and held her down against the hard gravel 
in the middle of the night, and now they were talking 
about punishing her? Her mind screamed in protest, but 
she remained silent. 

"Rape her," Ruth's soft voice said, and Greg looked up 
at her in amazement, seeing a look on her face that he 
had never before seen, a look of sexual hunger, "rape 
her in the dirt and make her beg for it." 

Cynthia laughed and cried, "Come on, go for it guys. 
She'll love it's- all nigger bitches do." 

Tish framed the word "No" with her lips but no sound 
came out. She was terrified, terrified of these people 
she had always thought of as peers, terrified both for 
her life and her body, knowing now that there was no 
length to which they would not go. All she could think 
about was getting out of this alive, oh god she was too 
young to die. 

Although the boys hesitated at this suggestion, they 
didn't hesitate long. Both Donny and Bill pulled her 
firm, shapely legs further apart, ceding first shot to 
Greg, while Greg slid down her body until he was 
sitting on her thighs and quickly cut off her panties. 

Only her t-shirt and bra covered her now, and she felt 
completely exposed. The back bit into her back and ass 
and legs as Greg draped himself over her, and she began 
to cry as she realized what was about to happen. She 
felt the knife point at her chin at the same time she 
felt his cock press against her virgin opening, and 
shuddered. 

"Tell me you want it," Greg hissed, his face just 
inches from hers. "Beg me to fuck you." 

Sobbing, she said it as the knife drew blood, "Oh 
please, fuck me. Please. I want it. I want you to fuck 
mmfff+ACEAIg- She was cut off as Greg kissed her hard, his 
tongue diving deep into her mouth and his hips jerking 
forward as he repeatedly tried to jam his cock into her 
cunt. 

"Mmmfff," she cried out into his mouth as her body 
arched in agony, her virgin cunt yielding only slowly 
to his onslaught. Her muscles cramped as more of him 
entered her and with one more thrust her agony was 
complete. 

"AAAAHHGGG!!" she screamed, her mouth breaking from his, 
her head thrown back, her whole body supported only by 
the head and heels as she screamed the scream of the 
damned as she felt her hymen being raped from her and 
his cock surge upward to bury itself fully inside her. 

She collapsed back onto the ground, chest heaving and 
heart beating, pain invading every part of her being, 
and began squirming uncontrollably beneath her rapist, 
trying somehow to escape as he methodically began 
pumping in and out of her. 

Greg was in heaven inside by far the tightest cunt he'd 
ever had. His head was at her neck and shoulder, biting 
and sucking and kissing as he worked himself inside 
her. Cynthia and Ruth were watching, he knew, and that 
fact, that those two hot cunts wanted this, turned him 
on that much more. Her squirming beneath him made it 
even better, hell, the best. 

It wasn't long before he felt his balls tighten and 
that impending tingling from his loins. He humped 
faster, her moans of pain and the encouragements from 
the girls just further exciting him, and shot load 
after load into her ravaged pussy in the best come of 
his life. 

She cringed inside as she felt Greg fill her with his 
seed. The pain was still there, as was the degredation 
and humiliation, but she had lost her will to fight. 
She knew she would have to suffer two more rapes, but 
that didn't matter--she was already beaten. 

Ruth stared with a maniacal intensity at Tish's rape, 
her beautiful blue eyes wide with lust. It was such a 
rush, such a rush to see -- no, to have -- such a 
beautiful girl like Tish humiliated, broken, raped in 
the dirt like a beast. She felt a warm glow wash over 
her body as she watched Tish struggle beneath her 
rapist, and her hand crept down beneath her blouse to 
her own cunt. It was wet, so wet, and she began to 
fondle herself, feeling her own orgasm building as she 
watched Greg about to come himself. 

Cynthia loved what she was seeing. Who would have 
thought Ruth would have suggested it? No matter, the 
black bitch was getting just what she deserved. 
Probably loving it too, for all the crying and begging 
and screaming. 

Donny harrumphed to himself as he watched Greg come 
inside the cunt. He could do better than that. The 
bitch had only really screamed once. He got up to prove 
himself as Greg rolled off her. 

Bill actually felt a little sorry for Tish. Not that he 
thought she was really human or anything like that, but 
even animals deserved a little kindness. Of course, 
when they started getting out of control, they needed a 
little schooling's- it just didn't need to be quite so 
brutal. He shrugged to himself. He knew he was going to 
take his pleasure from her--he was hard as hell--he 
just didn't have to be as thoughtless as Greg or brutal 
as he knew Donny was about to be. 

Donny told the girls to step back and had Greg and Bill 
pull Tish's legs until her knees were wide apart to 
either side of her head and her body was bent double, 
her ass way up in the air. Tish had a hard time 
breathing, but was almost beyond caring. She barely 
reacted when Donny placed both hands around her tits to 
support himself and only grunted as he thrust himself 
brutally into her cunt's- the pain already lingering in 
her cunt was already almost as bad. 

One more thrust and he drove in up to the balls, and 
she screamed as his cock pounded against her cervix and 
his hands clawed her tits. She finally blacked out, 
unconscious finally over taking her numbed mind, 
oblivion almost welcome.

END

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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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