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Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and includes adult situations and extreme acts of sexual depravity, including rape and torture. It is intended for adults only. If you are under the age of eighteen or, in some jurisdictions, twenty-one, do not continue past this point. If you desire to read on, it is by your own choice and responsibility as a free adult in a free society. All characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons living or dead, is purely coincidental. The author does not condone any nonconsensual sexual activity in the real world. This is fantasy, not reality, and it should stay that way.
There were usually not many cars at this time at night or in
this part of town. Fifty-fourth and
“Yo, I told you coming here to collect was a wrong idea. That fool Gomes wasn’t even home,” whispered Juan. He told himself that if he died, it was all Carlos’ fault. For a measly $5g’s, they risked their bean eating ass. Carlos ignored his comments.
“Shh…there’s a car coming,” the older of the two said. They had been waiting for the past hour for an unmarked car to pass by. That was there only way out. However, tonight, luck wasn’t on their side. Every car that came belonged to one of King Z’s people. Getting shot was a better way to go then what might transpire should Z know about them carjacking from his hood.
Unlike Juan, Carlos believed in patience. His belief finally paid off when a BMW rolled into gas station. A smile crept over his face. No one drives a fancy car like that here, and it was certainly too cheap for King Z. Whoever the driver was, the bitch was definitely lost.
It was
“Excuse me,” someone said, and Old Fuz’s ear perked a bit. It was a female voice, a pretty one at that, but more surprisingly was it was a white girl’s voice. He looked up and adjusted his glasses. Standing at the counter was a young girl in her early twenties. Her dirty blonde hair was tied back in a bun, revealing all her beautiful features. Old Fuz stood up. Not out of courtesy of course, but because he wanted to see the rest of her.
“Yes ma’am,” he said in feigned politeness.
“I’m lost,” she said. Of course you are you stupid bitch, Old Fuz thought. He scanned her with his eyes. Though dress conservatively, Old Fuz could still make out the body she had underneath. The blue blouse had the top three buttons undone probably from the heat. It was pretty hot lately. Her skirt hugged her slim waist and unfortunately for the old man, fell slightly above the knees. He was still able to make out part of her trim thigh and her nice taught calves that were slightly stretched by her heeled stilettos.
She continued to explain her situation but Old Fuz was only partially listening. In his mind, he was thinking of the things he would do to her if he was younger. He sighed inwardly. Alas, God was too cruel. So obligingly he gave her detailed instructions on how to get back onto the freeway. She thanked him warmly and turned to walk away.
Old Fuz stood dumbly staring at her back. She was perfect. The straight and long back indents slightly at the waist before curving outward into a set of nice firm buttock. He felt his penis getting erect. And she had her clothes on! Indeed, she was more attractive than the whores painted on pages of his magazine. He was certain. What Old Fuz didn’t know was that starting from tonight, she would be just like those women – a whore and a toy to the two men lurched no more than twenty feet away.
Tina Swanson was gorgeous. Not only that, she was smart. At twenty three, she was an engineering graduate from a prestigious university and had recently finished a one year MBA from another. She still had student loans to pay back, but with her current salary, that would be an easy task. Inconceivably, she was perfect and had almost everything, except luck.
When she was ten, she was orphaned. Parents died in a car accident, and she was under the custody of the state. However, that did not change her outlook on life. She was optimistic and tried even harder. While others with her ambition, smarts, and looks, would manipulate and step on others to climb the social ladder, she did just the opposite. She pulled and lifted others.
For this reason, she caught the eye of Derek Swanson, a young handsome self-made man. Soon they were madly in love and she became what she was – Tina Swanson. However, fate was cruel to her. In less than a year, Derek and his family suffered a similar end as her parents. All save Derek’s little nephew died in a plane crash. The four year old boy was saved from the trip by a last minute illness. Since then, it was hard for her but now things began to look better. She would have been home with the boy by now if not for this last minute work.
As luck would have it, she was called on to assess for new franchise location in underserved neighborhoods. Hence she was in a part of town she would never dare venture in. She quickly got into her car and was about to sigh a breath of relief when she felt something hard press against her ribs. “Shhh…” cooed Carlos as he got out of the back seat as he climbed forward into the passenger’s side.
“Now that you’ve gotten directions, we should be able to get out,” said Juan in a thick Mexican accent.
“No,” said Carlos calmly.
“What you mean no?” asked Juan, annoyed.
“We’re turning here and going back. Gomes gotta be home by now,” said Carlos pensively. They made her turn the car around until it reached another debilitated old house. A beamer is pretty good for covert shit, thought Juan. The car’s engine was nice and quiet and with the headlights off, he felt like they were on some sort of military mission, like the movies. Carlos took the key from her and expertly knotted her hands to the steering wheel with the seatbelt. She was left, alone in the car.
Tina shook nervously and tried desperately to get out not knowing which was worse. To be held hostage by two bald-headed, tattooed Latino thugs or risked being raped or shot on the streets. Suddenly, she heard two loud shots. In an instant, her two captors ran full speed at the car. Carlos quickly inserted the key and shouted, “Drive!”
Juan in the back started shouting and scared her. “Wow! That’s some crazy shit. Woo-hoo….seeing that nigger Gomes all shot up. Got it on video too,” he said, producing his cell phone. With that, the black BMW sped down the road and onto the freeway.
“Pull over here,” commented Carlos. She did as told. It was another crummy neighborhood, but the streets were more lighted. He took the keys from her and made her get off. She thought they were going to let her go, but was disappointed when they pushed her toward the park.
“She’s a hot puta,” said Juan, licking his lips. His amigo did not say anything but from the look in his eyes, he concurred. “Let’s take off those clothes and see what a hot mama you are,” continued Juan. She offered them money, but they just shook their heads. Juan produced from his pocket the same cellphone. “Come on, bitch.” She refused.
Carlos walked up to her and slapped her. It was hard – a slap he often used on his bitches. She fell to the ground, and in an instant, Carlos was on her, ripping at her blouse, popping the button. Juan simply stood and recorded, laughing hysterically and spurring Carlos on. SLAP! SLAP SLAP SLAP! The brutal assault continued until Tina stopped struggling. The man pawed at her ample breasts and slowly kissed her. She was defeated, he thought. Suddenly, a sharp pain overtook his being and despite his size, he fell to the side. The girl who was seemingly lifeless kneed him.
Quickly, she made a grab at the car keys. Like a mad women she dashed for her car, hearing Carlos yelled in Spanish for Juan to give chase. Her heart raced. Fidgeting with the keys, she scratched the surrounding area to the keyhole before opening. Once inside, she made sure to lock the doors before turning on the ignition. She floored the gas and heard the screeching of her tires. In an instant, she was jolted back while the car lunged forward.
BAAAM!
Both Carlos and Juan stood in utter shock. The BMW had stopped and the gringa wide-eyed got out of her car. About ten feet from her lied a Hispanic teenager, with his body contorted in an impossible position. The bike he was on was bent in an equally distorted shape. Carlos shocked expression gradually shifted to one of joy. He looked at his companion who stared lustily at the blonde girl through the lens of his camera.
The reality of the situation did not fully register in
Tina’s mind until after the two men drove her back to her house. She did not
tell them, but they found her address on her driver’s license. It was now
It was exactly that. An accident while she was running away from her pursuers. She would have called it in, but Carlos took away her purse along with her cell phone. They cleared away everything. They even took her car from her, to be later taken to a chop shop. “Report it stolen,” he advised her. Now, the accident was murder. Hit and run. The two other people to know were Juan and Carlos.
Not that Tina Swanson was afraid of prison even if it meant being wrongly accused. However, she could not bear to disappoint Derek, her late husband and his family who had been so kind to her. Who would care for little Alex? He was only four, and the thought of him growing up knowing she was a convicted felon, a murderer, and him living a life of an orphan was unbearable to her. She had suffered the same loneliness before. She could not let him do the same. Of course, the men did not know that. To them, she was another selfish white bitch. Prison is scary to a looker like her because she had a good life. They were sure of it when she pleaded with them not to go to the police.
They hadn’t intended to, not after all that work. They wanted to make her beg, but somehow her begging made them mad. All their lives, they were in and out of prison, but this bitch was too good for that. She would have to pay a dear price to have them keep such a dark secret.
Carlos car pulled up to a quaint little house in a suburban neighborhood, full of old retirees or young families. He got out and walked to the front door. Tina followed with Juan close behind. She opened the door and they forced their way inside.
SLAP! Tina fell over. “Partial payment for this,” Carlos said, grabbing his crotch. “Later you’ll kiss it to make it feel better.”
She got up, eyes welling. They pushed her into the living room. She sagged to the floor and just sat there as the men admired the house. It indeed has a woman’s touch. “Your kid? Bastard looks cute. Would be sad to go to some foster home, won’t you think?” She came back to reality and looked up at him. “Now, about our little secret,” Carlos reminded her.
“Please,” she said, “I don’t have much money, but I can give you a monthly payment.”
“Yea, that’s nice. But you’ve killed one of our own, a fucking Mexican kid. Think about how sad her mama would be. Heartless cunt,” he spat.
“What do you want then?” she asked, fearing the answer.
“You. Everything that is yours. Your house, car, money…and…your body. Those tits, mouth, cunt, ass. All are included,” smiled Juan.
“No, no..p-please…no,” she stammered.
Carlos went over to the phone, and immediately, she sprang at him. He backhanded her again. She fell, but crawled back to him and clutch onto his leg. “You win. Just please, don’t.”
“Think about that, a gringa whore at my feet,” laughed Carlos. Juan kicked her.
“Let’s see what you have to offer us,” Carlos said.
She stood in front of them naked. Her tattered clothes were on the floor. Juan had taken her DV cam and was in the process of recording her humiliation. Carlos couldn’t believe his luck. Before, the dim lighting had not given him a clear view of her. Now standing at five-five, shoulder length blonde hair, was a goddess. Her C cup breast lifted seductively with each sob. Her taut thighs and calves strained under the high heeled shoes they made her wear – her only article of “clothing.” The girl turned around, bent over. She then sat down, spread her long legs to reveal her sex. The lightly patched pubis, the inviting pink sex were all too erotic. Of course, all these poses were demanded by the men. She had to convince them that she was worth keeping.
“Crawl here,” the naked Carlos said, pointing at his feet. The girl did as told. “How you like Mexican cock?”
There was a brief silence, but that was enough to annoy him. He kicked her. “You can go confess, if you want. You do less time.”
Hearing those words, the tiny blonde quickly returned to her position. “I haven’t before, but I’m sure I’ll love it,” she said, blushing at those humiliating words.
“Well, put your mouth where your words are,” he said. Slowly, the girl lowered her head onto his thick penis. The stench was awful and she wanted to vomit. However, she was afraid of offending the men. She bobbed her head up and down his shaft, hoping to bring him to orgasm.
“How’s she?” asked Juan.
“Horrible,” said Carlos. “A slut like you should be a world class cocksucker. But you just suck.”
The men laughed. There were truths to his words. Tina Swanson had advanced through sheer talent. Those who treated her like a bimbo were soon won over by her personality and intelligence. Yet here she is now, a cocksucker to a thug.
Carlos did not mind however. She was not great, but she was very attractive. That was more than enough. He felt his nuts turning and he knew he was to cum soon. He yanked her head back and blasted her face. She tried to get away, but he shouted, “Hold still. From now on, I’m not going to hold your face and neither are the people you suck. But you will. Fucking whore.”
She immediately tried to wipe away the goo from her face, but a kick in the ribs stopped her. “Bitch!” yelled Juan, “Our seed not good enough for you?”
Carlos looked at her and softly said, “Do you know why I didn’t cum in your mouth?”
The girl whose face was now a mixture of semen and tears shook her head.
“You didn’t earn it. Right now, you’re only worthy of cum on your face. Your worthless mouth, cunt, and ass, isn’t. So from now on, when a man comes, you beg him to cum on your face.”
Defeated, the girl nodded. “I don’t think she got you,” said Juan.
“She’s a smart slut. I’m sure she got it. I don’t like to own a dumb slut,” Carlos said confidently. “Why won’t you repeat to me what you’ve learned tonight.”
The command was obvious. She knew they wanted to humiliate her. That was part of the rape. The domination, sense of power, and control that these losers did not have was the reasons for them taking it out on her. She knew all that.
In a meek voice, she started, “I am not worthy of a man’s cum. So when a man cums, I-“
“Why would a man just cum,” asked Juan.
Carlos shrugged his shoulders and stared at Tina. She understood the cue.
“When a man cums, after having sex –“
“Fuck. Cunt fuck. Ass fuck. Face fuck,” said Carlos in an exaggerated vulgar tone.
“When a man cums, after fucking me…face FUCKING ME -” she said in frustration, “I take it on my face, hair, and body.”
“Why’s that?” interrogated Juan, continuing with this cruel game.
“Because I’m worthless. A worthless cunt, worthless mouth, worthless ass,” said the beautiful girl.
“Good. Now demonstrate what you know, on Juan. He’s been waiting all night,” said Carlos. Not even waiting for her to turn to him, Juan was already on her. He jammed his long penis cruelly into her mouth. “Open wide,” he ordered. The girl stretched her jaw as wide as she could so that the man could twirl his tool inside her mouth, feeling the upper wall of her mouth, hitting the floor that was carpeted by her soft pink tongue. He didn’t mind brushing up against her teeth. Finally, after what seems like eternity, he made her wrap her lips around his penis again, forming a tight vacuum. “Such it like you’re sucking a milkshake,” he advised the formerly innocent girl.
She was in hell, but he was in heaven. Carlos’ cum started to dry on her face, forming a yellowish crust, and her lips ache from endless sucking. She was forced to gently touch the underside of his penis with her tongue. Her sensitive taste buds picked up the sour and salted taste of her man. “Uhh…aaahhh,” screamed Juan. With hands on his hips, he did not even have to touch his cock.
He felt Tina’s small hands hold his penis as she guided more man seed onto her face. “Say gracias, you ungrateful whore,” commented Carlos. So she thanked Juan and Carlos too. They asked her if she was happy, and she said yes. But she wasn’t smiling, and so for the next three hours, while they fuck her in various positions, she had a smile plastered to her cum stained face.
She had her slender legs wrapped around Carlos when she
heard her cellphone ring. Glancing up at the clock on
the wall, she saw it was
“Please Sir,” she had learned his name by now but was prohibited from calling him nor Juan anything but Sir or Master. “Alex will be waking up in an hour. I can’t let him see me like this.”
Carlos smiled, “Then you better work your lazy cunt.” With that, he dismounted her and lied on the floor. “Each of us will cum three more times, then we’ll leave.”
Looking at the clock, she quickly moved toward her tormentor. Carlos moved back. “Please sir. I need your cock. Please give me your big manly cock,” she uttered those profane words. She wasted some more time begging before she was allowed to fuck herself on the vile penises of the two ugly and sadistic Mexican gangsters.
It was
“I’m glad you like Mexican cum. You know what, since you like it so much, I’ll permit you to wear our cum. Sort of like perfume for white sluts. What you think?” suggested Carlos.
Teary eyed, she nodded and whispered a thank you.
“That’s a good slut. Now don’t you wash it off. I want you to remember and treasure my scent. I’ll be back tonight,” he said.
“Your slut awaits her stud,” replied Tina in mock enthusiasm. Another smile crept over Carlos face. He liked the possessive tense too. With that, the men waved and left.
Quickly, Tina ran into her bedroom to fish out a bathrobe to cover her body. Luckily, the cum on her face had dried, but she reeked of a fishy smell. “Auntie?” asked a little voice.
“Yes, I’m here,” replied Tina. She had a lot of stories to make up – not just for Alex but for why she won’t be at work today. To keep cum on her face and body was not going to get her a sick leave.
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