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Rape in the Shower
By Dark Dreamer (1991)

***

A virgin teenage girl is stocked and then raped by a 
big black man in her own home one afternoon. (M/f-teen, 
nc, rp, v, oral, anal, 1st)

***

The girl caught his eye and he turned to regard her. 
Beautiful, without question, but there were many 
beautiful girls and women about. Something was special 
about this one however, something charmingly innocent.

Her hair was long and lush, a thick and soft main that 
framed a pretty, elfin face with large blue eyes and a 
pert little chin. Her lips were full and sensuous 
though her mouth was small, and he imagined them 
wrapped around his cock.

He followed the girl's movements down the street with 
his eyes, then turned and followed her, admiring the 
perfection of her round little behind. She wore jeans 
and a pretty blue peasant top, which revealed her 
smooth round shoulders and the firm flesh between jeans 
and blouse.

She was well built, her breasts, obviously braless, 
pushed out firm and round against the fabric of her 
top. Her age - perhaps fourteen or fifteen. She showed 
the adolescent coy delight at her newfound womanly 
charms. Her laughter drifted back to him as he followed 
her and another girl down the mall.

He eased back, following them down the quiet streets 
that surrounded the mall. The other the elfin delight 
and the other girl parted, both waving, and his girl  
continued on alone. He followed, turning twice, then 
watching as she walked up the drive of a two story 
house and went up to the door.

He checked his watch, then stared as she unlocked the 
door and went inside. There were no cars in the 
driveway. From the time, three thirty, there was likely 
to be nobody home. Still, he was careful, always 
careful.

He turned away, going back to the mall. He picked up 
his van and drove back to the elfin girl's street, 
parking just down the street from her house. He took 
out a clipboard and made notes, then waited.

An hour later a teenage boy arrived, slightly older 
than his pixie. He noted it. An hour later two more 
teenage boys, followed closely by a man, and a woman 
arrived. He noted the times and then drove off.

The next day he was back at five in the morning. He 
studied the house, watching the windows through 
binoculars. He watched the man and woman and boys 
leave. The girl remained. He watched for several hours, 
then saw the girl come out.

He drove away, but was back the next three days, 
studying the situation. The times varied only slightly. 
He snuck into the backyard the third night, checking 
out the windows and door. He left, satisfied. Tomorrow, 
he thought.

***

Amy woke slowly, blinking her eyes against the bright 
sunlight streaming through the lacy curtains over her 
bedroom windows. She yawned and rolled over, trying to 
bury her face in the thick pillow. She dozed lightly 
for a time, but soon woke again.

She curled up under the covers, delightfully 
comfortable, the soft silk nightshirt she wore 
caressing her ivory skin. She rolled over onto her back 
and brought her hands up behind her head, looking up at 
the ceiling.

Her thick blonde hair fanned out below her on the 
pillow, making a pleasant contrast to the deep black 
silk of her nightshirt and the paler blue of the 
pillowcase. Her eyes, wide and bright blue, shifted to 
the window and took in the sunshine outside.

She sat up, yawning again, throwing back the covers and 
swinging her legs out over the side of the bed, then 
stood up and made her way to the door.

Naked, but for the button-up nightshirt, she walked 
down the hall to the stairs, then skipped down them to 
the living room and went through into the kitchen.

She was alone in the house. It was mid-morning and 
everyone was at work but her. The teenager didn't miss 
them. She was glad of the peace and relaxation summer 
vacation provided, and glad too that she wasn't forced 
to get a summer job or something as her brothers had.

She ran a hand through her thick, fluffy mane of hair, 
then opened the fridge and pulled out the milk, pouring 
a large cup. She ran through the things she was going 
to do today. Her schedule was pretty uncertain, which 
was the way she liked it. It left opportunities for new 
fun to present itself.

She took the cup upstairs to the bathroom, sipping as 
she climbed the stairs. Her movements were smooth and 
graceful, her willowy body moving easily, all 
awkwardness of youth gone now as she approached 
womanhood.

She set the cup down and closed the door behind her as 
she unbuttoned her nightshirt and slipped it over her 
shoulders. She hung it on a hook and glanced at herself 
in a mirror. She studied her body for a moment, vanity 
overcoming reserve and discomfort.

Amy hadn't been really comfortable with her body since 
she'd reached puberty, and it had begun to change in so 
many ways. Her breasts had embarrassed her the most, as 
had the hair that grew between her legs.

She'd gotten used to them by now, though. She even 
thought her body rather beautiful, though she still 
blushed frightfully whenever anyone, particularly a 
boy, told her so.

She was of medium height, for which she was grateful. 
She knew how unhappy her friends, those who were 
particularly short, or particularly tall, felt. Being 
of average height was just about perfect, she thought.

Her body was slender but not thin, her breasts high on 
her chest, round and firm, not sagging the slightest 
bit despite their size. She'd developed early, which 
was one of the reasons her breasts had embarrassed her. 
She'd been a thirty six C at twelve, which, combined 
with her shortness and slight frame, made her like more 
than a little top heavy.

Now with her increased height and size her breasts 
looked just a little bigger than what would be perfect. 
They didn't bring stares from the men like some of her 
busty friends got, and didn't draw snotty remarks from 
people. In fact, they looked perfectly average except 
when she was naked. Only then would someone notice that 
they were somewhat large for her thin chest.

Of course nobody ever saw her naked. The girls at 
school had her first year in High school, during Gym 
class, but gym wasn't mandatory after freshman year and 
she'd dropped it.

Some guys had fondled her breasts and her equally round 
and firm buttocks, but only momentarily for the most 
part, and usually in the darkness of a parked car. 
She'd never gone all the way, for the idea of laying 
naked with a boy, and him being naked too, was just too 
mortifying to consider seriously.

Bad enough, she thought, at the beach, when the guys 
stared at her in her bikini. To actually be naked, her 
skin pressed against a naked boy, his hands on her, his 
groin pressed into hers... The idea was exciting in a 
way, but she was simply too embarrassed by it to allow 
the boys to get any closer to her.

She raised one coltish leg and put her foot on the edge 
of the counter as she ran her hands up and down it. She 
seldom needed to shave her legs. Hair grew sparsely, 
and of such a light golden color it was hardly 
noticeable. Even her pussy hair was just a little bit 
of fluff along her cleft.

She raised her arms, putting her hands behind her head. 
No, there was no hair in her armpits either. But then, 
there never had been. She noticed in passing how her 
breasts stood out even more proudly in this position, 
and felt a slight thrill at the thought of someone 
seeing her like this.

Then she dropped her arms and slid the door of the 
shower stall over. She reached in and turned on the 
water, which gushed out of the overhead nozzle. She 
adjusted it to the right temperature, nice and hot and 
steamy, then stepped in and closed the door behind her.

She let the water pour down over her, thinking about 
what to do today, who to call on the phone, which of 
her girlfriends to hang around with. She thought she'd 
give Jenny a call after her shower and go down to the 
mall for a little while, maybe scope out some guys.

She reached for the shampoo, which was sitting on a 
nearby shelf, then stepped out of the water and poured 
a bit into her hand and rubbed it into her hair. She 
soaped up her head thoroughly, her eyes closed as a 
thick layer of foamy soap rose on her head.

She stepped forward into the stream of water and let it 
pour down over her, feeling the soap dissolving and 
running down her body. She ran her fingers through her 
hair, sliding them through the thick wet tresses to 
work the soap out, then shoved her hair back and 
stepped back out of the water.

She backed into something warm and wet and soft and 
gave a startled shriek, spinning around and stumbling 
back into the shower-wall as she opened eyes wide. She 
stared in shock and horror a the large muscular naked 
man that stood there grinning at her, his back against 
the shower door.

"Wh-what?! W-who?!" she cried. "H-how did you get 
here?"

Her hands frantically tried to cover her nakedness, her 
right arm crossing her breasts and her left hand 
cupping her pussy mound. The man, a black man with a 
shaved head, didn't answer, but kept grinning still.

"What do you want?" she asked again, her voice high and 
shrill and frightened. Terror made her body tremble as 
she stared at the man. His body, wet from the shower, 
glistened, his muscles thick and rippling. His head was 
bald but shaved that way, she thought, and between his 
thickly muscled thighs was a black bush of pubic hair 
and a penis, thick and black and half erect.

She stared at him, appalled, her eyes flicking from his 
arrogant smile to his groin, then back again. She 
glanced past him at the door, ruling as hopeless any 
thought of getting past him.

"What do you want?" she asked again, her chin trembling 
as she fought to hold back a sob. She was horribly 
embarrassed at her nudity, and the way his eyes took it 
in. He hadn't said a word, hadn't moved towards her. 
She knew what he wanted, though, holding onto a slim, a 
very slim hope that she was wrong.

"I'll scream!" she cried.

"Nobody'll hear it," he finally spoke, smiling. His 
voice was deep and rich.

"What do you want?" she asked again.

"To fuck you."

The words sent a jolt of fear through her.

His eyes studied her there, a quirky smile on his face 
as she continued to try and cover the lushness of her 
naked body.

At last he stepped forward. Amy backed into the corner 
of the shower stall, whimpering, a sob escaping her 
lips. The man was too powerfully built to even consider 
fighting. She, who had never fought anyone, who 
considered both exercise and violence to be ludicrous 
concepts, was in no position to refuse this man 
anything he desired, and, she was sure, what he desired 
was her.

His hands gripped her wrists and lifted them 
effortlessly away from her body, raising them in the 
air and pinning them back against the wall behind her. 
He stared down at her, grinning still. Amy's eyes 
bulged as she stared up in terror.

"Please," she whimpered. "Please don't, please don't!"

Then he pulled her wrists together, holding them in one 
large black hand. The other hand slid down under her 
chin, caressing her throat. He closed his hand, easily 
encompassing her narrow throat with his large, sausage-
like fingers. He didn't squeeze much, just a bit, then 
his hand slipped away.

It was a threat, and she knew it. She trembled at the 
idea of what he could do to her. Her mind replayed all 
the gruesome horror stories she'd heard, of the things 
insane men did to pretty girls. Rape was far from the 
worst thing that could happen to her, she realized 
then.

His big hand slid down her chest, then stroked the 
flesh of her breasts. He cupped her left breast, 
lifting it gently, as though weighing it. His fingers 
slid up onto the nipple and stroked it lightly.

"Nice. Real nice tits honey," he sighed. "Nice 
everything."

"Oh god!" she sobbed.

He bent and his mouth came down on her breast, his lips 
around her nipple. He sucked softly, like a baby 
suckling at its mother's breast. His tongue flickered 
against her nipple as he took it into his mouth, and 
his teeth closed around it, gnawing ever so slightly.

He pulled his lips away, then licked a trail across to 
her other breast. His tongue was large and pink and 
soft. He lapped upwards against her other nipple, then 
closed his lips over it and sucked. She said nothing, 
did nothing, frozen in fear and helplessness and 
humiliation.

His tongue curled around her nipple and slid upwards 
onto her chin, then over her jaw and against her lips, 
which she closed tightly. He cupped her breast again, 
his fingers squeezing harder, then his hand went around 
behind her and he pulled her chest forward, even as he 
held her hands pinned together against the wall.

Her chest arched out, her breasts round and firm as her 
skin tightened against them. He bent again and ran his 
tongue over her nipples, slurping and sucking on the 
glistening wet little buds. He kissed them and sucked 
on them, long minutes passing as his tongue and lips 
and teeth worked them over.

Her nipples hardened, though not with excitement. 
Still, he seemed satisfied and stood back, releasing 
her hands. She immediately tried to cover herself 
again. He shook his head, grabbing her wrists and 
pulling them away, a stern look on his face. "Stand 
straight and don't try and hide that nice body of yours 
honey. You know I'm gonna get what I want, and if you 
don't wanna get hurt bad, you better cooperate."

Reluctantly, fearfully, she let her arms drop to her 
side, though she stopped as if to hide her figure. He 
lifted the soft wash sponge, the one with the soap 
inside it, and squeezed it. Soap oozed out.

He pressed the sponge against her chest and began to 
rub it up and down over her breasts, down her belly and 
up between her legs. His hand gripped her upper arm and 
he turned her, then scrubbed the soapy sponge over her 
back and down over her buttocks.

He turned her around again so she faced him. She stared 
in helpless fear as he handed her the sponge. She 
hesitated then raised her hand and took it, making sure 
not to touch his hand. She stared at the sponge, then 
at him, then at the sponge again. He stepped forward a 
little and she backed against the wall once more.

His big hand gripped her wrist and raised it, pressing 
the sponge against his thick, muscular chest. he rubbed 
it up and down a couple of times then took his hand 
away. Amy continued to rub the sponge against him, 
quivering with tension as she soaped up his chest and 
upper belly.

His hand pushed the sponge downward, and reluctantly 
she slid it over his lower belly, then up and down his 
thighs. Again he took her hand and pressed the soapy 
sponge into his crotch, against his genitals. She 
clenched her teeth in embarrassment as she sponged up 
his cock, making sure again that only the sponge 
touched him.

He took the sponge from her hand and she backed up 
again, looking at him in fear. He followed her into the 
corner, his eyes steady as he looked down at her. His 
hands came down and he cupped her breasts, then stroked 
the slippery, soapy surface, his fingers gliding 
across.

"Real nice," he sighed.

His hands went around her then and he jerked her 
forward against him. She squealed as her naked flesh 
was pressed against his. Her breasts mashed against his 
hard, muscular chest, her thighs and legs and belly 
pressed into his. She squirmed frantically to pull back 
but his hands held her tightly.

Horrified, she could do nothing but moan and whimper as 
his hands stroked her back and buttocks. His left hand 
slid down onto her ass, covering it, squeezing and 
kneading the soft, soapy buttocks. His right hand went 
behind her head, his fingers pressing into her skull, 
turning her head upwards.

His lips pressed against hers with firm pressure. She 
tried to pull her head away, tried to turn it, but 
couldn't. She moaned weakly as his lips slid over hers. 
She kept her lips tightly closed, her teeth clenched.

Her mind was spinning with terror and shock as she felt 
his hardness pressing into her. His erection was hard 
also, and had become crushed between her belly and his. 
With appalled shock, she sensed just how long and thick 
and hard the male organ was.

He pulled his lips from hers briefly, a frown on his 
face. He opened his mouth and flicked his tongue out at 
her, nodding. She looked back in fear, not responding. 
He frowned harder, opening his mouth and nodding. 
Frightened, she opened her mouth, just a little.

He smiled and she hesitantly smiled as well. Then his 
lips came down against hers and his tongue slid into 
her mouth. She whimpered, the sound muffled by the 
pressure of his lips. He slid his tongue all over the 
inside of her mouth, then over her tongue, caressing 
it.

His fingers were kneading her buttocks and his chest 
ground against her flattened breasts. He pressed her 
into the corner, then let go of her head as he pulled 
his lips free. His hand went down to his groin and he 
folded his thick fingers around his prong, then pressed 
it down.

He kneed her thighs apart and pressed his groin 
forward, his frighteningly long cock sliding between 
her thighs, the shaft pressing up against her pubic 
mound. His hand, the one under her ass, gripped the tip 
of his cock and he sort of humped against her, sawing 
his cock back and forth between her thighs, pressing it 
up against her soft cunt slit.

Amy was breathing so hard and fast she was getting 
light headed. She trembled in horror and mortification 
as she felt his male organ pressing against her pussy 
mound. He pressed it up harder, forcing it up into her 
soft, pulpy cunt mound, mashing it up into her slit, 
sawing it against the delicate pink flesh within.

"Please don't, please don't," she sobbed.

But he ignored her. His heavy, soapy body pressed into 
hers, slippery and warm. He gripped her left thigh and 
raised it off the floor, pulling it high. He pulled his 
hips back and brought his cock out from between her 
thighs, then, keeping her leg open with his, he pressed 
his thick, soapy cockhead against her cunt slit and 
rubbed it back and forth.

Amy felt the pressure mounting as he cockhead pressed 
against her vaginal entrance. She felt her pussy lips 
spreading as the invader forced its way up between 
them. She sobbed again, then caught her breath, staring 
up at him as he forced the thick organ into her pussy 
slit.

"Noo," she whimpered. "Noooooooo!"

He ignored her and his cock, hard and thick, pushed 
into her. She gasped with the pain as her tight, virgin 
hole was forced to spread. His thick cock pumped 
lightly against her snatch, using short strokes, each 
forcing itself a little bit deeper.

She cried out, her back arching, her body trying to 
jerk away from him as his cock pressed into her hymen. 
She squirmed and thrashed frantically, then gave a cry 
of pain and sorrow as she felt her cherry snap and his 
cock slid up into the previously hidden depths of her 
vagina.

He gripped her thigh again, forcing it up and back, his 
hand caressing the soft skin as he drove his cock deep 
into her belly. Her eyes bugged out and she jerked 
helplessly, her mind shaking and spinning, her body 
helpless against him.

She sobbed quietly as she felt his cockhead mashing 
into the very end of her pussy, felt her pussy lips 
clinging tightly to his shaft. She was impaled on his 
long, thick male organ, and clung to him, her arms 
gripping his shoulders to keep from falling.

"Ohhh! Ohh! Ohhh!" she moaned.

He bent and crushed his lips against hers again, his 
tongue sliding into her mouth with intimate freedom. He 
ground his hips against her, his hard, muscular thighs 
bruising hers, his big hard organ twisting and turning 
inside her belly.

"Tight, mmmm," he groaned. "Tight, hot pussy."

His hand gripped her head again as he chewed hungrily 
at her mouth. His lips roved across her face, less 
gentle now. His lips kissed voraciously, his tongue 
slid and rasped against her soft flesh, and he bit down 
lightly, fast little nips to her ears and cheek and 
throat.

She gave a startled cry as he drew his long, black 
sword back, shocked by the sensation as it slid 
backwards over her pussy lips. Then he pushed forward 
and his big tool slid back up into her belly again, 
drawing a moan of protest.

With just one foot on the floor she had to continued 
clutching his shoulders to keep from falling. His hard 
soapy body rubbed up and down against hers as he began 
to slide his cock in and out of her newly opened pussy 
tunnel.

She closed her eyes and shuddered as his movements 
became steady, his hard black flesh scraping against 
her pubic lips as he pumped his organ up and down 
inside her body. She was being fucked, she realized. 
She was no longer a virgin, and she was being fucked.

The frantic beating of her heart slowed somewhat with 
the realization. What was left to fear now? It had been 
done, was being done. She wasn't in much pain any more 
and most likely, from what she'd heard, he would soon 
be spent and would go.

She felt a small kernel of anger at him now that the 
terror had eased. She did not, could not, resist 
though, for that might anger him. Angering him was far 
from what she desired just then. She was certain, 
somehow, that he was capable of great violence, and 
didn't want that violence directed against her frail, 
naked flesh.

She followed the movements of his organ inside her, 
unnerved by how clearly her body communicated every 
sensation as his hardness moved up and down in her soft 
moist tunnel. It was strange to feel something actually 
moving inside her body like that.

Her pussy lips, she noted, were moving up and down with 
the motion of his organ, now being pulled out, now 
being pushed in. They clung tightly to his hard shaft 
as it pumped up and down.

Of course she noted this just in passing, most of her 
concentration on his face, staring up at him as if this 
would provide her warning of his intentions. Surely he 
wouldn't hurt her now? She hadn't fought, hadn't 
resisted. He had what he wanted and would soon go.

Both his hands went down to her buttocks then, 
squeezing them hard as he jerked her up against him. 
His cock moved faster inside her, and his hips struck 
her thighs with bruising force, jarring her body. His 
cock was thrusting back and forth inside her furiously 
now.

He bit down on the side of her neck as he hammered his 
loins into her, faster and faster. Amy's face was 
pressed into his shoulder and she clung to him even 
tighter as his motions made her body jerk while 
balancing on a single leg.

Not that she could fall, she thought, not with the way 
he was holding her. Surely he would catch her. He was 
practically lifting her off the floor as it was.

Then she heard a gurgle of excitement from him and he 
jammed into her hard, his cock punching against her 
cervix with enough force to make her cry out. He held 
her against him, shuddering slightly, and Amy knew his 
sperm was gushing up into her.

The knowledge filled her with horror and nausea, but 
more than that with relief, for now that he had had his 
orgasm he would surely leave. Wouldn't he?

Her fears rose again, wondering if he would now kill 
her, as men sometimes did to cover their rapes.

He held her against him and she thought she felt his 
penis softening inside her belly. Then he pulled back, 
letting her leg down. His cock slipped from between her 
pussy lips, which closed again. He pushed her back, 
sighing in pleasure. Amy backed into the corner of the 
stall, one hand moving down onto her pussy and 
squeezing it a little to ease the soreness.

He grinned at her. He moved under the water and let it 
pour down over him, washing away the soap. She glanced 
at his organ and saw it was only partially soft yet. 
She wondered at how he had possibly gotten such a large 
thing inside her without killing her.

He clenched his hands into fists and raised his arms 
above his head suddenly, letting out a howl that made 
Amy squeak in shock and fear. He arched his back, 
howling up at the roof, the muscles standing out all 
over his shining black skin. Then he turned and his 
eyes gleamed as they focused on her.

He reached for her and gripped her arm, then jerked her 
forward and shoved down, unbalancing her, forcing her 
down onto her knees. He gripped her head then and 
tilted it up as he stepped before her. She stared up at 
him, intensely aware of his half hard cock inches from 
her face.

Oh god, she thought with horror. He wants me to suck 
his cock!

"Suck this, baby. Suck my black cock. All you white 
whores get off on black meat. I bet you jerked off a 
hundred times dreaming of a big black prick up your 
snatch."

"No! I never."

"Suck it!" He pressed it against her lips and she 
scrunched up her face in disgust. His hand jerked her 
head and he pressed it against her lips again. 
Tentatively, she opened them, just a bit. He pushed his 
cockhead forward and her lips opened just a bit more.

She almost threw up, but was terrified of what he might 
do to he if she did. His cockhead slipped past her lips 
and his shaft followed. She'd never sucked a cock 
before but knew roughly how it was done from talking 
with her girlfriends.

She sucked on his cock as he moved it in and out of her 
mouth. Her tongue tried to hide for awhile, even though 
she knew she was supposed to make use of it. Finally 
she moved it against his cock as he pumped it in and 
out.

Frighteningly fast, his cock grew hard between her 
lips, hard and long and thick. Her mouth was wide as 
her lips encompassed it's massive girth and her jaw 
soon ached as he continued to pump it in and out of her 
mouth.

He held her head firmly in place as he humped into her. 
Her hands were flat against his hips, as though to hold 
him back, but she applied no force. She was revolted by 
the movements of his cock inside her mouth, feeling 
more degraded then she ever had in her life.

Still she sucked on it, knowing that she must do as he 
desired, not wanting to anger the large, powerfully 
built man. Several times his cockhead pushed back so 
far she choked and came close to throwing up, and she 
had to desperately control herself.

Then his hand forced her head far back and he suddenly 
thrust forward. Her mind screamed in shocked horror as 
his cockhead forced its way right into her throat and 
slid down her gullet. She slapped despairingly at his 
belly and hips, trying to push herself free.

His cock slid all the way down her throat through, and 
his balls were soon resting on her chin as he held her 
head in both hands and pumped slowly up and down. Her 
throat felt swollen and bloated and she fought to keep 
from choking or throwing up or both.

She couldn't breath, not even the slightest bit. Her 
throat was totally blocked by the thickness of his 
meaty fuck stick. Her throat ached, from the inside, 
all the way down to her upper chest and she could feel 
his prick rasping against the walls of the thin tube as 
it moved up and down inside.

She became faint, both from shock and lack of oxygen. 
She stared up at him, her eyes held by his as he 
grinned down at her with smug satisfaction. She could 
not move herself even an inch away, could not pull her 
throat off his cock spike, could not resist his steady 
pumping motions.

Her hands flapped with less energy, then slowly fell to 
her sides as she knelt there on the tiled floor. Her 
back was arched painfully, but she ignored that 
completely, and started to even ignore the cock in her 
throat. Her chest burned, and her eyes fluttered as her 
vision blurred.

She started to sag down, but was held up by his hands, 
which were still tightly gripping her head.

Then he slid his cock back up and out of her throat, 
popping it out into her mouth, then removing it 
entirely. Amy shuddered, sucking in deep long breaths 
of air, her chest heaving as she felt the dizziness 
fading from her mind.

He lowered himself to his knees in front of her, then 
hugged her against him, his face nuzzling against the 
side of her throat. She panted for breath, kneeling 
weakly, the strength of his arms keeping her from 
sinking to the floor.

He pulled back, smiling as he turned her around. She 
didn't understand but obeyed, having little choice. He 
turned her back to him and pushed forward on her 
shoulders, bending her. She dropped weakly onto her 
hands, groaning and coughing a little.

"This is the way all you bitches need it," he 
whispered. "On all fours with your ass sticking in the 
air. You snotty whores wouldn't be so snotty then, 
would you."

She felt his big hand cupping her pussy mound, then 
felt the round hardness of his cock against her slit. 
She closed her eyes and shuddered, resigning herself to 
what he was going to do. He spread her legs a little 
more and then slid his cock into her pussy.

It was easier this time, both because of her position 
and the fact that she was no longer a virgin. He buried 
it inside her snug belly and ground his hips against 
her buttocks. His hands stroked her back, sliding along 
her sides and over her shoulder blades.

They slid up onto her shoulders, folding tight as he 
pumped steadily in her pussy. Amy was stunned as her 
mind took in her situation. She was being fucked like a 
dog, what the guys called doggie style. She was on all 
fours, naked, being... being ridden by this tall black 
skinned stranger.

His cock pumped smoothly inside her, the sensation 
shocking in both its novelty and naturalness. There was 
no real pain. In fact, the movements of his organ 
inside her felt, well, they didn't feel bad, anyway, 
she thought, refusing to even think to herself that it 
might feel good.

Her cunt lips were as tight and strained in this 
position as the last, and she wondered if all cocks 
were so thick. She didn't think so.

She sagged a little and his hands slid under her and 
suddenly jerked up on her hips, forcing her ass higher. 
She steadied herself, keeping her ass high as he pumped 
his cock in and out of her slit.

God! The picture this must present! How horrible and 
disgusting and filthy it was! How long would this go 
on? What had it been now, hours?

Rationally, she thought it had only been some minutes, 
perhaps twenty or so. She felt another wave of anger at 
him for forcing himself on her, for using her like she 
was some kind of sex slave to him. She wanted to scream 
at him, to demand he explain why he thought he could do 
this. How dare he!

He continued to pump into her, his cock straining the 
walls of her pussy tunnel as he ran it in and out. His 
hips were slapping against her wet, still soapy 
buttocks as his hands roamed over her body. She was 
aware of her breasts swinging back and forth beneath 
her like udders just before his hands slid under her 
ribs and cupped them.

His fingers kneaded the soft flesh of her hanging 
breasts, twisting it slowly, mashing upwards so the 
malleable meat oozed out between his fingers. He rolled 
her melons up and down in his hands and pinched her 
breasts, all the while continuing the steady pumping 
motions that sent his cock up and down inside her 
belly.

His hips smashed into her buttocks with steady rhythm, 
knocking her forward on her hands. She jerked back and 
forth under the blows, her head low as she stared down 
at the floor.

She tried to let her mind drift, and chanted a silent 
mantra as though to distract herself. She tried to 
distance her mind from what was going on. Now that her 
fear had ebbed this worked to a point. Her body, 
however, could not ignore the fingers kneading and 
stroking it any more than it could the steady pumping 
motions of the male organ sliding back and forth in her 
cunt chamber.

However, since her fear had eased her muscles had 
loosened up somewhat, including those in her groin. 
There was no pain there now. In fact, the friction of 
his cock flesh against her pussy skin and across her 
cunt lips, was rather pleasant... 

Amy shifted her ass, unconsciously positioning it to 
make the movements of his shaft easier.

She was aroused from her silent chanting with the shock 
of realization widening her eyes. Her groin was hot 
with arousal, her breasts hard and hot. Her mind spun 
as she fought against the notion, but there was no 
denying it. Her groin was burning with sexual desire, 
her pussy squeezing and caressing his cock as it slid 
back and forth.

She grit her teeth, scowling fiercely at the wall 
before her, refusing to accept such betrayal from her 
flesh. She hated this man, loathed him. She would 
surely kill him if she had a chance. She hated what he 
was doing to her, hated the touch of his hands on her 
body an the intimate penetration of her body.

Certainly he was handsome, and with a body that would 
have caught any female eye, but she had not desired 
this, did not desire it, or him. How could her body 
enjoy such treatment?

Well, her body was designed for such treatment, of 
course. She had little, no experience with it before, 
she admitted, but her sex organs were designed to be 
receptive, to enjoy such penetration and stimulation. 
Perhaps if she had remained in shocked fear her body 
would have stayed numbed, but she hadn't, it hadn't.

Better this than pain, she told herself. She was sure 
that, had it not been for the soap, his giant prong 
would have torn her apart down there. Much better that 
her pussy feels good.

No! That's slutty. That's incredibly sluttish! Are you 
a whore! What kind of a girl would enjoy being raped 
like this? Can't you control yourself? She bit down on 
her lip, hoping the pain would turn away the pleasant 
tingling coming up from her crotch.

It didn't, and she resigned herself to it. There was 
little she could do. This man, whoever he was had been 
stroking away at her for several long minutes without 
pause, and seemed in no hurry to complete his pleasure 
and go.

How long, she wondered, could a man do this without 
having an orgasm? She'd never experienced it before so 
had little to judge by.

She was distracted by a sudden sharp pleasure from deep 
inside her belly. She winced against it, wanting it to 
go away. Her body felt different that it normally did 
when aroused. Usually the pleasure was concentrated in 
her groin, near the surface, but this time it seemed to 
come from deep inside her, from that place high at the 
end of her pussy tunnel that his cockhead kept punching 
against.

Her entire lower body seemed to radiate heat and sexual 
electricity, and it was affecting her thinking 
processes. Her denial weakened, and she began to think 
that, well, it wasn't all that bad to be aroused. He 
was fucking her harder now, his hips slapping hard 
against her buttocks, and she couldn't help but feel 
the raw, carnal sexuality of what they were doing.

She was being fucked! She, Amy Cooper was on all fours 
naked before a huge, powerful man who was fucking her, 
ramming his big cock down into her cunt! She raised her 
head slightly, aware of the sensuous atmosphere in the 
small stall, of the heat pouring through her body, of 
his hands digging into her flanks.

She shuddered as a wave of sexual bliss burned along 
her spine. God, it felt good! She had never felt like 
this before. Never in her life had she been so alive, 
so aroused, so... so hot.

Her determination to resist her body's passions wavered 
then dissolved in the hot rush of sizzling energy 
rippling up and down her body. She grunted in response 
to a particularly hard thrust, her knees aching as they 
were knocked forward a little on the tiles.

Her ass was humping back and forth under his power, his 
hands jerking her back and his hips slamming her 
forward. His hands slid up her body and under to mash 
her breasts, fingers squeezing and twisting through the 
soft, oozing meat. She groaned in pleasure, her tits 
aching, feeling like hot water bags.

She was grunting steadily now, in time to his hard 
thrusts. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open as she 
felt her body humming with pleasure and heat. Her skin 
tingled all over and her head throbbed with the power 
of sensations flooding her body.

Then, with one hand on her shoulder, the man shifted 
the other down her belly, stroking roughly, then slid 
his fingers down between her legs. She felt a single 
finger pressing against the top of her slit, pressing 
against her clitty, shoving it back against his 
pistoning cock.

She gasped as heat poured into her. His cock sawed 
across her clitoris with terrible strength as his 
finger mashed it down. She gave a short cry, then her 
mouth opened and closed soundlessly as her head rose 
high and pulled back.

"Like that, don't you, white girl. Can't resist that 
black cock, huh? Slut! Cheap white cunt!"

He thrust powerfully and she cried out.

"I feel your slutty cunt sucking on my prick, baby. 
You're all juicy up there, ain't you? Bitch! You love 
this! You love a getting rode by a black man!"

He drove into her with deliberate force as his worlds 
electrified her. She shuddered, then groaned, her chest 
locking tightly as her body blasted into the most 
powerful, massive orgasm she had ever experienced. She 
arched up and gurgled helplessly, overwhelmed by the 
sheets of crackling sexual lightning that tore through 
her quivering frame.

Her masturbation had done nothing to prepare her for 
this. She was stunned, shocked at the potent strength 
of the furious, howling sexual cataclysm that rocked 
her body. She trembled and quivered, her ass humping 
back against him as he hammered into her from behind.

And then finally it seeped out of her, leaving her a 
panting, moaning shell, weakened and panting for 
breath. She sagged down to her elbows, then to her 
shoulders, weakened and nearly insensible from the 
prolonged sexual eruption.

Her breasts were rolled back and forth beneath her ribs 
as he continued to hammer his cock down into her. She 
didn't care, and hardly noticed.

Then he pulled free. Again, she didn't notice. What 
brought her mind back to awareness was the growing 
pressure of his still hardened cockhead against her 
little crinkled anal opening. She was puzzled, 
confused, unable to understand what he was doing.

She felt the pressure mount and with a sharp ache her 
anus opened before him and his cockhead pushed inside.

"What? What! Stop! No!" she gasped, trying to push 
herself up, to turn around. But his hand pushed down on 
her back between her shoulder blades, and his strength 
was irresistible.

"You liked it so much up the fuck hole I thought you'd 
like one up the shitter," he sneered.

"Please don't!" she begged. "Oh don't! No! NO!"

He ignored her, continuing to push steadily with his 
cock, forcing it deeper and deeper into her rectum. She 
groaned and then sobbed in misery and horror as she 
felt his thick fuck pole pushing ever deeper in her 
anus. She was horrified and revolted, her guts turning 
over a the thought of his cock going into her... there.

Her arms were out to either side, her hands clawing at 
the floor as she tried to push herself up against his 
pressure. Her cheek was pressed into the tiles and a 
tear trickled down it. She gasped and cried out again 
as a new wave of pain tore through her guts.

He grunted and pushed his cock deeper, then muttered in 
satisfaction as he thrust hard and forced the last inch 
into her asshole. He loved the sight of an asshole 
clenched tightly around his cock and stared it for a 
few moments as the girl squirmed.

Then he slid it back, which brought more moaning. He 
grinned. Her asshole was tight, even tighter than her 
virgin cunt had been, but he had felt tight assholes 
before. He pumped slowly, waiting for her sphincter to 
ease up. The girl continued to groan and whimper as he 
worked his cock in and out of her.

"Come on baby, let's see you cum again," he hissed. 
"You snotty bitches all think you're so fuckin' great! 
You don't feel so great now, huh, with my cock up your 
asshole!"

He eased up on her back, his hands cupping her ass 
cheeks, squeezing and kneading the smooth white flesh. 
He remembered his first white girl, years back, the 
snooty blonde who'd thought she was too good for him, 
who thought the sun rose and fell on her white flesh. 
She'd moaned and groaned just like this one when he'd 
rammed his cock up her asshole.

He'd showed her, and showed plenty more since then. 
He'd lost track of how many he'd taken. Only his files 
contained the true figures. The names, dates, places, 
and in most cases, pictures of the girls and women he'd 
used. Young and old, rich and poor. He'd shown them 
all.

As he was showing this little blonde whore.

Cunt, he thought, ramming his cock in hard. She cried 
out in response. His smile widened.

"Whore!" he snarled. He thrust deep and she shuddered 
and cried out.

"Slut!" His cockhead stabbed up into her guts, rocking 
her body.

He pounded into her with vengeful fury, his thick prong 
pistoning up and down in her anus, the girl whimpering 
and grunting and moaning as he shook her body with his 
hammering blows. His hips pounded into her buttocks, 
his hands jerking her back against him to meet his 
forward thrusts.

He grabbed a thick mass of her wet hair and pulled 
hard. She cried out in pain, rising off her hands, 
jerking back against him. He slid his hand against the 
side of her face, twisting it back against him. His 
lips sucked hungrily on her mouth.

His other hand mashed and twisted her tit meat, almost 
beating at her breast as his fingers gouged her soft 
meat. His cock hammered upwards into her guts, almost 
jerking her up off the floor with the force of his 
strokes.

Finally he came, feeling his sperm gushing up into her, 
spraying into the depths of her belly.

"Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" he gasped. "Take it white bitch! 
Take my cum! I'm shootin' it up your ass! I'm gonna 
drown you in my juice!"

He groaned and clutched her tightly to his chest, 
emptying his balls up inside her asshole. Her rectum 
squeezed and sucked on his cock, draining him dry as he 
eased his frantic movements.

He sighed and was still, his anger drained along with 
his balls. He hugged her tightly for long moments, 
licking at her throat. Then he pulled his cock out and 
rose, letting the girl sink down. He picked up the soap 
and cleaned himself, then jerked the blonde to her feet 
and motioned to her to do the same.

He rinsed off and stepped out of the shower stall, 
grabbing a big fluffy towel off a nearby rack and 
drying himself. The girl stood under the water, hugging 
herself and shivering. He watched calmly as he finished 
drying himself, then reached in and turned off the 
water.

He gripped her arm and pulled her out, handing her 
another towel. She pulled it around herself, gazing at 
him fearfully. He grunted and dried her himself, 
roughly moving the towel over her body and through her 
long thick hair.

He tossed the towel down and pulled her over before the 
counter and mirror, then picked up the hair dryer and a 
brush and began to blow dry her hair. The girl stared 
at him in the mirror, obviously both confused and 
scared. 

"What are you doing?" she whimpered.

He said nothing.

He liked her hair, brushing it carefully. It quickly 
lightened and spread apart. He hummed as he worked, 
running the dryer all over her hair, brushing it 
carefully, watching her in the mirror as she watched 
him. When he finished he set down the dryer and brush 
and stepped back.

His pants were hanging from a hook. He stepped into 
them, then pulled his t-shirt over his head and stepped 
into his tennis shoes. The girl stared at him, 
obviously thinking he was leaving. She was in for a 
surprise.

He turned her around so her back was to him. Amy felt a 
wave of fear, and waited to feel his hands at her 
throat, but instead he gripped her wrists and pulled 
them together behind her back. She felt something thin 
sliding around her wrists, criss-crossing them again 
and again. He was tying her hands up!

She trembled with fear, wondering if he was going to 
kill her, wondering what he was going to do to her.

He finished and turned to open the door. She pulled 
experimentally at the cord, or whatever it was that was 
around her wrists, but it was strong and tight. Her 
wrists were crossed neatly and she couldn't move either 
one even a little bit.

She turned and he motioned her out the door, gripping 
her upper arm. He led her downstairs and then down the 
hall to the garage. She moaned in terror as he opened 
the door to the garage and she saw a strange car parked 
there.

He led her to the trunk, then opened it and lifted her 
up, setting her feet down inside the trunk.

"No!" she cried, trying to jump away. He held her 
easily, forcing her to sit down in the trunk.

"NO! I'm not going with you!" she screamed. "Leave me 
alone!"

Frowning, he picked up a rag and jammed it into her 
mouth, muffling her sounds. He picked up a roll of tape 
and tore off a strip, taping the rag in place, then 
pushed her down on her back. He rolled her over onto 
her belly as the girl squirmed and thrashed in terror.

He pulled another cord from his pocket and grabbed her 
ankles, tying them together, then forced them back 
against her buttocks and tied the cord to the one 
around her wrists. Helpless, the girl eased her 
squirming. He turned her over and looked down at her 
wide, frightened eyes, and smiled.

He slammed the trunk then and opened the garage door, 
then got into the car and drove off. Half an hour later 
he pulled into his own garage and closed the door 
behind him. He opened the trunk and the girl stared up 
at him with the same terror.

"Time to get out, white girl."

He untied her ankles and pulled her out of the trunk, 
then marched her into his house and down into the 
basement. The basement was all stone walls and floor, 
with only a few chairs, a table, and a bed there for 
furniture. There were also several cameras and a 
camcorder on tripods, and a TV and VCR on a wheeled 
stand. Chains hung from the ceiling in several places.

Amy was terrified as she looked around. The place 
looked too much like she thought a dungeon would look. 
There were no windows and the only way out was the 
stairwell, which was blocked by a door at it's foot, a 
door the black man locked with a key.

He led her over against a bare stone wall and pushed 
her back against it, then moved over to one of the 
cameras. He lifted it up and carried it, still mounted 
on the tripod, over in front of her and put it down, 
then he looked through it at her. He moved over to a 
couple of big portable lights and turned them on, 
making her blink in the brightness.

He frowned and came over to stand in front of her. He 
shoved her back against the wall, and put a hand on her 
forehead, pushing her head up until she was standing 
straight with her head looking forward.

"Stand straight with your head up and smile." She 
stared at his back in astonishment as he walked back to 
the camera. he turned and bent over again.

"Smile," he snarled. She formed her lips into a 
tentative smile and he snapped a picture, then another.

"Turn to the side," he ordered. She did and he snapped 
a couple more pictures.

"Turn your face to the wall." She turned and he took 
more pictures.

"Bend over," he ordered. She bent over slowly and he 
took a bunch of pictures.

"Lower," he ordered. She bent lower, and then still 
lower. She bent as far as she could, until she was 
looking at her own knees.

"Spread your legs, whore," he called.

She trembled but did as he ordered, and heard the 
camera clicking again several times.

"Turn around and get on your knees," he said.

She did and he took more pictures. "Turn your face to 
the wall and bend over. Put your face against the 
floor," he ordered.

She bent far over until she half fell to the floor, her 
weight resting on her head and shoulders.

"Spread your legs, you slut," he sneered.

So she spread her legs and he took pictures.

"Raise your little white ass higher," he called. She 
did as told, trying not to think of how humiliating the 
pictures would be.

He put the camera back and took out another one, then 
moved over to a cupboard and took down a big double 
handful of chains. He brought them over to her and 
dumped them on the floor, then cut the cord off her 
wrists and lifted her to her feet.

He turned her to face him, his eyes scouring her naked 
flesh, then bent and pulled out four thick round metal 
tubes. They were ugly and cruel looking. He picked up 
two of them and stood up.

"My people used to wear these," he said. "These came 
off a slave plantation."

He slid one of the thick things around her right wrist, 
then locked it. It was heavy and cold. He put the other 
three around her other wrist and, ankles. He bent then 
and picked up a thick chain, about a foot long, and 
fastened it between the two manacles around her ankles.

"Wha... what are you going to do to me?" she whimpered.

"Whatever the fuck I want," he said, calmly.

He rose with a thick metal strip and slid it around her 
waist, then locked it together. There were fat rings 
welded around the strip on all sides. He picked up a 
heavy chain that was only a little longer than the ones 
between her ankles and snapped one end to her right 
wrist, then slid it through the ring in the front of 
the belt and attached it to her left wrist.

He picked up one final heavy metal object then, it was 
a collar. He slid it around her throat and snapped it 
closed. Amy looked up at him in fear but he did nothing 
but stare at her. Then he turned and went back to the 
camera. He started snapping pictures as she looked at 
him in bewilderment.

"Turn to your right and lower your head," he ordered.

She did as she was told and he snapped more pictures, 
then she turned her back to him and he took more 
pictures.

He came over to her and unsnapped the chain binding her 
right wrist, pulling it back through the ring on the 
belt thing. He pulled both her wrists back behind her 
back then up, making her groan in pain. He slid the 
chain through a ring in the back of the collar and 
snapped it to her wrist again. Her arms ached fiercely 
and her hands were up between her shoulder blades.

He went back to the camera and took more pictures, then 
came back and removed the chain entirely. He snapped 
the manacles on her wrists directly to a ring in the 
back of the belt and then took more pictures. After 
that he snapped them directly to rings set on either 
side of the belt, and again took pictures.

He pushed her down on the floor, forcing her to lay on 
her back, then, with her wrist manacles still cuffed to 
the sides of the belt, he pushed her legs up and back, 
ignoring her cries of pain as he attached the short 
chain between her ankle manacles directly to the sides 
of the collar.

He moved back and took pictures of her like that from 
several angles, then came back and unchained her. He 
led her over into the corner and pulled her arms high, 
attaching them both to a chain hanging from the 
ceiling.

He moved to the wall where the other end of the chain 
was locked, and pulled it, forcing her up to her toes. 
He locked the chain in place and took more pictures of 
her. He went back to the wall and raised the chain 
higher, lifting her feet off the floor, and again took 
pictures, from several angles.

He used up all the film in that camera and got a third, 
snapping a couple more shots before releasing her. He 
immediately attached her wrists to two other hanging 
chains and again lifted them so she was just on her 
toes, this time with her arms spread.

After several shots like that he lifted her off her 
feet and took more, then attached her ankle manacles to 
chains set in the floor, taking shots of them together 
and pulled straight down, and apart, so she was spread-
eagled in mid-air.

"My wrists hurt," she moaned.

He grinned and released her, then attached the chains 
to different manacles. He fixed the ones hanging from 
the ceiling to her ankle manacles and hung her upside 
down.

With that done he took off all her chains and ordered 
her onto the bed. He reloaded his cameras and then took 
a variety of shots of her in lewd, crude, perverted 
positions. She had to bend over with her ass pointed at 
the camera, reach back and spread her ass cheeks.

She had to push her hand through her legs in the same 
position and slide two fingers up into her cunt slit. 
She had to lay back on her back with her legs spread, 
one hand squeezing her tit and the other pumping her 
fingers in her cunt. She had to sit back against the 
wall, pull her legs up against her chest and smile 
invitingly at the camera.

Then he brought out a pair of big black dildos and took 
a bunch of even more disgusting pictures, all of them 
with her face scrunched up or mouth wide and back 
arched, all of them looking like she was doing this on 
purpose and that she was climaxing.

Finally he brought over the video camera, where he 
filmed her jerking off, first with her fingers, then 
with one of the big dildos, then with both of the 
dildos, one up her ass, the other up her cunt. He kept 
stopping to yell at her for not being realistic enough, 
telling her to moan more or hump at the dildos more.

The whole event took hours, and when it was finished he 
forced her onto all fours and fucked her for a steady 
ten minutes before shooting into her.

"Well, that was interesting," he smiled. "I made 
another white girl's dreams come true."

"You... you did this before?" she gulped.

"Hundreds of times, and you know what, not one of em' 
ever reported it to the cops." He grinned nastily as he 
showed opened a cupboard and showed her photo albums 
that filled it. There were dozens and dozens, maybe 
hundreds. He pulled one out and flipped it open, 
showing her pictures just like the ones he'd taken of 
her, only of a cute brunette.

"I guess none of em' like the idea of having everybody 
seeing these pictures, not to mention the videos."

He pulled open another cupboard and showed her a huge 
collection of video tapes. He pulled one out at random 
and shoved it into the VCR. He turned it on and Amy 
watched a redheaded woman jerking off with a big black 
dildo, perhaps the very one she had used. The woman was 
moaning and panting and grunting very realistically.

Amy could see where she wouldn't want a judge and jury 
to see that. She turned beet red at the thought of 
sitting in court while the whole room watched her own 
tape.

"Okay, slut, let's go. I'll drive you home," he said.

Filled with relief she followed him up the stairs. 
Still naked, she got into the trunk of his car and lay 
curled up there while he drove her home. The car 
stopped and she got out, finding herself in her own 
garage again. He slid an arm around her, palmed her 
cunt with his other hand and kissed her long and deep 
and hard.

Then he pulled back and got into his car, grinning as 
he backed away.

"You ain't a bad piece, Amy girl," he sneered.

Amy watched him drive away, heedless of who might pass 
by and look into the garage. Then she turned and walked 
into the house. It was just after three, she saw. She 
went back upstairs and had her shower again, feeling 
his hands on her the entire time.

She told no one about her day, and that night, as she 
lay awake staring at the ceiling, her hands crept 
inexorably down to her groin, and her fingers began 
rubbing at her clit as she dreamed of giant black cocks 
piercing her body.

END

This was the complete version.

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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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