Chapter 61
Genevieve Falwell cowered in the dim lit room, the prurient ooze of
three brutal strangers leaking from her ravaged orifices. Painful
bruises wracked her frame that until now had known only the pampering
of spas. Bile rose in her throat at the fresh cloying taste of male
seed mixed with the coppery taste of her own blood. The vile mixture
formed a pasty film that clung to her once perfect dentistry, the best
money could buy. He tight blood stained fist clenched the shattered
remains of her front teeth as if clinging to the shards of her former
life.
The door opened tentatively, and the former model cowered in the
corner of the bed. She raised her puffy eyes to see the smiling face
of the mustachioed American and his big black friend. Relief flooded
her at the sight of her two countrymen. A tentative laugh of released
tension and despondency bubbled past her cut swollen bloody lips. A
sob bubbled at her lips and tears of joy welled in her eyes.
"Thank god!" she sobbed softly. Pulling at the sheet to cover her
nakedness. "Those men...they raped me...made me do things..." she said her
voice trailing away.
"Yes, we know..." the mustachioed man said stepping toward the bed.
"Why don't you tell us what they made you do." he said placing a hand
on her shoulder as he sat on the bed.
The attractive woman continued to sob in the dark and didn't hear the
soft chocolate chuckle rumble in the big black man's throat.
"Wha...I don't...understand..." she said between sobs.
"Tell us what the three men did to you...what they made you do..." he
insisted.
The former model struggled to sort things out, but her mouth found a
tentative voice. "They...fucked...me." she said haltingly. "They put
their...things..."
"What things?" he bated. "You mean their cocks? Yeah, say it say
what they were."
"Yes...they put their...cocks..."
"Were they big? Were they big cocks?" he mocked.
"Yes." she said, shaking her head as if trying not to remember. "They
were big...big cocks." she sobbed. "They put them in my...vagina...and
my...ass. Made me...suck them." she said as it all bubble out. "They
hurt me...hurt me with their big cocks. They hit me... to make me do what
they... wanted." she croaked. "They told me I was going to be
their...whore..."
Her lidded eyes opened at the sound of the men's soft laughter.
Curled in the corner reliving her torment she hadn't felt the cool air
on her bare skin as her threadbare modesty was peeled from her by the
sly hands of the mustached one. She never felt his calloused hand cup
her bruised swollen breast. Her downcast eyes never saw the looming
shadow of the black man as he too joined his friend to cup a silicon
perfect breast. "No-o-o-o-o-o...a-w-w-w-h-h-h" she protested as
demanding fingers pulled and pinched at the raw red flesh of her well
sucked nipples.
"No...ple-e-e-e-ze, don't...you must help me....please..." she sobbed at the
dark faceless laughing silhouettes.
"Yeah, ho, we be help'in you and you be helpin' us." The huge black
man sneered as he rubbed the large lump in the front of his trousers.
The façade was torn asunder with the sound of metallic zippers and the
rustle of clothing as the two men stripped before the wide terrified
eyes of the attractive woman. A continuous moan escaped her lips as
she crouched amid the sperm sodden sheets rocking from side to side.
With a sudden lunge she bolted for the door in a flurry of soiled
bedclothes and flashing pale skin. In a heartbeat she was wrenched
backward as a large hand caught a fist full of tinted tangled hair.
"Leaving the party, early?" the mustachioed one hissed. "Not
tonight!" he said spinning her around and ramming a fist into the soft
plane of her stomach. The pretty blond doubled over with a gasping
retch, vomiting up the congealing remains of the other rapists sperm.
In disgust he pushed her back onto the rumpled bed. "We know your
game, bitch, and we aim to give you all you want. Your friend told us
all about you. He...gave you to us for the price of a couple of
drinks." he said with a disbelieving laugh. "Said he'd be back for you
in the morning. Clean that shit off you." he said pointing to the
vile mixture of sperm and bile that formed a sickening blotch on the
bedclothes and splattering the insides of her splayed thighs.
Genevieve raise her gasping face up to look at the two faceless forms
towering over her. She tried not to look at the two stiff clubs of
male flesh that jutted out from between their thick hairy thighs. The
lamplight highlighted the stiff rammers, thick veins wreathing the
pulsing cylinders, fueling them like injector lines on two rapacious
diesel engines. The two men stood arms akimbo, hulking in the dim
light, their eyes stropping the smooth bruised flesh of the helpless
woman as she cleaned herself. Like two primal beasts they stood,
wetting their base hunger, the fetor of their lust filling the room.
Each in his primal mind carving up the woman like a morsel to slake
the gulosity of his loins.
As if of one mind the two stepped forward and grasped the sobbing
woman and bent her to their wants.
"You be a good ho now, and give my Alabama black snake some lip
lovin'." The black man said as his deep chocolate chuckle mingled
with the white woman's helpless whimpers. One ham sized hand grasped
a tangle of her colored hair, the other grasping the coal black hose
of his cock, he rubbed it's purple helmet back and forth across the
swollen bloody lips of the cringing woman. She sobbed as the
demanding head of his ebony rammer opened the clotted cut in her
bruised lip, her fresh coppery blood mixing with the thick lube that
oozed from the drooling slavering mouth of his hungry cock.
The beautiful former model moaned in disbelief as the reality of her
world bent her reason. Her hands clenched and unclenched in the
soiled bedcovers in a futile gesture of supplication, helplessness and
despair.
"A-w-w-w-h, no-o-o-o-o-o..." she wailed as he mashed the firm head of
his thick hose against her supplicating mouth, dragging it back and
forth over her damaged lips. The thick club overcame the meager
resistance of her lips and bulled past the bloody swollen ribbons of
flesh past the empty tooth sockets and found a soft bed along the
undulating mattress of her tongue. The sound of the huge black man's
satisfied chuckle filled the room as the woman's swollen lips closed
around the purple head of his long ebony shaft.
Genevieve felt hard fingers grasp her meaty hips lifting her to her
knees making her oozing bottom accessible to the other faceless
abuser. She grunted in protest around the thick black pipe that
seemed to grow from her mouth rooted in her guts. Her hands found
courage enough to push against the thick muscular thighs straddling
her face. Her futile resistance excited the Black, she felt the thick
rail surge with her resistance and the massive black hand steadied her
head as he stuffed two more thick inches of black pulsing gristle into
her plugged gullet. The thick black staff muffled her moans as unseen
hands spread the meaty cheeks of her fleshy bottom and guided a second
demanding cock into it's drooling mouth and stuffed it full.
The congealed leavings of the others lubricated the passageway for yet
another hungry cock as it speared into her belly. The red raw lips of
her ravaged vulva gulped down the stiff rod like a hungry mouth
nipping and sucking along the hard pulsing shaft. The beautiful
whore's guts knotted and cramped with renewed horror as the twin
columns of masculine gristle throbbed and pulsed as they lanced
brutally in and out as if to impale her very soul. Pent up masculine
anger, tooth gnashing anger born of lust, the desire to possess,
seethed and flared in the two men. Primal reproductive lust had
transformed them into steely plow shears, mindless of tenderness or
concern, caring only to implant their progeny in the moist fertile
furrows they bent their backs to plow. The engines of their manhood
drove them to possess this frail vessel of feminine flesh to take her,
to use her, to spend themselves within her.
Their steely praetorian hands gripped her prostrate flesh pulling her
onto their rigid spears, driven home like imperial pilums, weighted by
the sperm heavy balls that hugged the filamentous shafts of flesh.
Twin pairs of roiling testes beat a tattoo against the woman's ravaged
silent lips. Swollen lips that drooled runnels to mingle with the
eager excreta leaking from the slathering barbaric mouths of the
invaders cocks.
