rape victims
While he was pumping me he said, " Did you like fucking my kids slut? did you like feeling them cum. He bent down and sucked my tits, When he came back up he got right in my face while he was fucking me. He kept pounding me making my body bounce with every pump. I looked down and saw his grey haired balls slapping my body. He grabbed my face and made me look at him.
He said, "If you don't want this tape to get out you'll come and see me and my kids a couple of times a week." He then grabbed my thin waist and began pumping my cunt with a vengeance. He put both his hands on my head and forced me to make eye contact with him while he came in me. He jerked and pumped wait felt like gallons of cum in me.
After he was done all the kids went a couple more times. Then they sent me home. Every week for the last three months those boys and Mr. Wilcox have fucked me. I'm beginning to wonder if it will ever end.
" Just what I needed" thought Sandy. Bad enough that she had to work late to get that report out for Mr. Davis, now her car just up and quit running. She turned the key in the ignition, and frowned as absolutely nothing happened. Realizing that she would have to call for a tow truck, she looked around the rundown neighbourhood. There was no phone booth on the street, The drugstore and a small mom and pop grocery were both closed at this time of night The apartment buildings were dark and mostly deserted. The only sign of life was a seedy looking bar halfway downs the street. Sandy considered staying in her car in the hopes that a police cruiser might show up, but realized that she might wait all night for that to happen. Although the bar wasn't the type of place she felt comfortable going into, she reasoned that since she would only stay long enough to use the pay phone and then quickly leave, she should be safe enough.
Sandy opened the car door and stepped out onto the pavement. At 28 years old, she was an extremely attractive young lady. She stood five foot five and weighed 118 pounds. She had a good figure with long, well shaped legs. Her light blond hair fell below her shoulders. On this particular night, Sandy was wearing a black wrap around skirt decorated with yellow-gold flowers, a yellow-gold satin blouse, light colored nylons and black patent high heels with straps around the ankles. As she started down the street, a gust of wind caught her skirt, blowing it open for an instant, revealing that she was wearing a black clincher and nylon stockings rather than pantyhose.
Sandy reached the bar and pushed open the door. The place was dimly lit and smelled musty, She thought that you could probably cut the smoke with a knife. The patrons became deathly quiet and stared at her as she walked towards the bat. It was only now that Sandy realized that the dozen or so patrons were all rough looking black males, as was the bartender.
" Excuse me," she addressed the bartender, " my car broke down and I need to call a tow truck. Do you have a payphone?" " Before the bartender could respond, the man sitting next to Sandy turned to her and said " You think that gives you the right to come into our place, bitch?"
Sandy was taken aback. The blacks she knew at work were educated, well spoken people, She wasn't accustomed toe being addressed in such a manner. " I...I..ju..just want to....." Sandy began to stammer.
" Nobody gives a shit what you want, bitch. You got that?" the big man interrupted her. Sandy looked around, hoping that someone would stick up for her. It became quickly obvious that nobody, including the bartender would side with her. Sandy was becoming afraid. She turned to start for the door, but a second man blocked her way. Grabbing her by the arms he pulled her against him.
" Where you think you going' bitch." " Let go of me!" Sandy pleaded as she struggled in his arms. " Oh, we'll let you go alright. Just soon as we done with you. You come into our place, you got to pay the toll."