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The Next Baywatch Star
« on: June 02, 2009, 02:55:29 AM »
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The Next Baywatch Star
(Rape, NC, M+/F, interacial, beastility, Dog+/F, torture)
Warning: Forced pee drinking in "human toilet" section


A blonde, 22-years old actress, blue eyes: Claudia Hamilton

Her best friend in L.A.: Ginger Johnson

The white kidnapper: Johnny Hodges

Five Negro brothers: Marvin, Sean, Roy, Mike, Wayne

The two Hispanic bikers: Bongo, Garcia

The retarded white handyman: Junior

 


Thursday, July 15th: One normal Dinner
 

It was a splendid summer evening; the sun, setting directly in the sea, had left the air around LA pleasantly clear. It was a magnificent evening for dining outside, and Claudia Hamilton, having just finished a relaxed dinner with her friend Ginger Johnson, didn’t really want to get back home. The recent news had been too good to stay quiet, and the young starlette she’d known in Hollywood just a few days before had been a good listener, while she talked about the extraordinary fact that she had been chosen to replace Pamela Anderson as the new Baywatch bombshell blonde.

The young, beautiful Claudia had been a perfectly good choice for the part. Tall and quite slim, with wide shoulders and long, slender legs, she had the frame of a real athlete, and was perfect for the part of a lifeguard; but she also had big, round, natural tits that were hanging beautifully over her flat belly, so she was sexy enough for the show. And her face was marvellous, a delicate oval with a little upturned nose, full red lips, perfect, bright teeth and big blue eyes. Her long blonde hair cascaded seductively on those wide shoulders and formed a light curtain over her forehead, her blue eyes; she was a blonde bombshell, as good as Pamela Anderson, maybe better, as there wasn’t a single ounce of silicon in Claudia Hamilton’s perfect body. All of her was natural, and her pale white flesh was completely unblemished. She was gorgeous, and nobody, surely not Ginger Johnson, could doubt that she had got the part because somebody just wanted to get in her panties.

Ginger was tempted to ask what she’d had to trade for the role, but she kept the question for her; she knew that now her friend was important enough to help her getting a similar role, and she didn’t want to upset her. Still, she had an early call for the morning after, at 6 for a movie rehearsal, so she couldn’t stay much longer in the restaurant where the new ‘Baywatcher’ had invited her, and at 10,30 they left the place on Claudia’s old Ford convertible. She wanted to trade it for a zippy new BMW, she told to Ginger Johnson, as soon she got some more money from the Baywatch series.


The Kidnapping

 

After she’d left Ginger at her condo, she drove slowly back to her home. She wasn’t in a hurry, and was happy to have dropped the top of her car down, so she was really enjoying her condition, and driving in the warm summer evening with the hair in the wind. She was a star, now! And the fact that one waiter had recognised her in the restaurant had made her proud of it.

Somehow, she got suddenly aware of the fact that the car wasn’t really going well, in fact, even if she was driving slowly, it had begun to slide sideways all over the road like it was a boat; a motorcyclist stopped beside her at the next traffic light and raised the visor of her helmet. He was a white young man in his twenties, who smiled and said "Ma’am, excuse me, but your rear right tire is flat." Claudia was mildly upset by the inconvenient, and looked with a faint smile at the guy. She was always afraid of meeting strangers, especially in the night, but this one looked nice enough, and, besides, he was the only one who could help her there. He continued: "If you want some help, maybe I can do it. It’s worth changing it now, there’s a rest area just ahead of us." She had to drive across nearly all of LA to come back at her flat, so she knew she couldn’t ignore his proposal: she smiled, thanked him and stopped in the small rest area. There was nobody around, and she had just shut the engine when the motorcyclist stopped and walked towards the car.

He was quite good-looking, a blonde-haired guy in his twenties with a nice smile. She thought that he’d tried to sneak a peek of her while they were changing the tire; she was relieved instead to hear him saying "But you’re Miss Claudia Hamilton, aren’t you? What a honour!" Still sitting in her old Ford convertible, she smiled, feeling suddenly much more confident, in complete control of the situation. She knew that her perfect long legs were nicely exposed by her pleated miniskirt, and she knew what the boy would like to see, what would be a nice reward for his help. She smiled at him, and said in a childish voice "Yes.... and so you might be so kind to change me the tire? I’m not so good at it, you know...." "Sure!" The teenager said, smiling broadly, in childish excitement, "but then you’ll owe me an autograph!"

Smiling at the naive youngster, she said "Of course, honey". But she wanted to ‘encourage’ him a little bit more, so, when he got a few feet apart disappearing behind a tin hut to look for a telephone to ‘tell his mother he’d be a little late’ and then went for the spare in the boot, she slid a little bit in the seat; that way, she knew that her white thin panties would have been visible under her miniskirt. The gorgeous actress sometimes enjoyed teasing boys like that, and the bulging eyes and crotch of the boy, when he came back asking for the keys of the boot, were good fun for her.

Bad news were coming, though. The boy opened the boot, she heard him fumble and then he got back with a sorry face, saying "Your spare is flat, madam. Real awful, that. What would you like to do, now?" She got serious, the smile disappeared instantly. She never cared for maintenance of that old car, and now that was the effect.

"I don’t know.... What can I do, now?" she asked, feeling a little bit lost. The youngster turned towards the small hut in the bottom of the area and said "Well, there’s a telephone there, and I think you’ll find someone to help you.... if you can’t find some help, we can just lock the car and I can give you a hike where you’d like." Claudia, upset by the inconvenience, and surely not wanting to ride with that creep, stood out of the car, walked to the hut thinking that the boy must have had his little jerk’s eyes on her swiggling ass, and got inside the hut. She took the phone in her hands; she didn’t even feel the nightstick hitting her from behind. It simply was, suddenly, all black.
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Re: The Next Baywatch Star
« Reply #1 on: June 02, 2009, 02:57:19 AM »
Friday, July 16th: In the Junkyard

 

It was still very dark, but the dawn of Friday now was near. The huge Black man got out of the large but decrepit brick building in the middle of the junkyard and looked in the direction of the faint light just appearing over the horizon. Lighting a cigarette, he idly made a sort of program listing: it will be a nice hot day, he thought, and we’ll have a lot of work to do..... Hell, I’ve still got to break that stolen Plymouth for spares ..... Well, he shrugged, I’ve better things to think about, now. He walked slowly to the ample yard where he kept his four large dogs, one female Rottweiler, two Dobermans, one huge reddish-brown mongrel born from some crossing between a Dane and a Rottweiler, or so it looked, powerful and ugly. The bitch must be in heat, he thought, and the dogs were aching to get her, so he had to get her in a separate yard, otherwise the guard dogs would not have cared for intruders, they would have just chased that horny bitch around. And they couldn’t just stop them; even with this arrangement, they had howled a good part of the night, and they were sleeping since only one hour or so.

Marvin looked back at the brick building, and listened for a few seconds at the sounds coming from the inside. It was OK, he thought: a rhythmic grunting, some muffled groans and squeaks, the distant creaking of the old bed springs.... it had been a wonderful night, and he was ready for more. There was much more to come, anyway.

He and his brothers had had a really good piece of luck. That young delinquent of Johnny Hodges had spotted that spectacular blonde shithead driving her car, and he’d acted very, very smartly. Even Marvin, the older man and Chief of that Black ‘family’ running, with his four brothers, the biggest junkyard in the desert east of LA, was surprised by his prowess in getting hold of the blonde slut. He had instantly recognised the actress, and, with his knife, had punctured the rear right tire at a traffic light, then had offered his help, and his clean-cut face and jovial smile had made the slut believe him when he had pretended that the spare was deflated.

It wasn’t, of course, and when the blonde had gone in the hut to call, he had just kicked her head with his club. Then he had thrown the girl in the trunk of the car, ankles and wrists taped together, had changed the tire, alerted his ‘friends’, raised the hood and had driven, at a swift but not eye-catching speed, towards those guys’ derelict junkyard, 50 miles from LA, in the desert.

He had arrived at the yard at 11.30 p.m., precise. And he found all of them, those five Black brothers running the junkyard, waiting for him and his prey; they had struck a good deal immediately. Johnny was kind of weird, and didn’t care about the girl, he wanted a new big-block Chevy engine for his old Camaro instead, and Marvin had just the thing for him: the engine came from a stolen car, of course, but it was a really ‘hot’ piece, nearly new and with a lot of special parts bolted on; Marvin suspected it was a blueprinted engine, but wasn’t sure. Anyway, nobody cared about details, they wanted the girl and didn’t mind giving away a stolen engine, blueprinted or not. Hell, they dealt almost exclusively in stolen cars there. But the Police didn’t care too much: they didn’t sell drugs, they had never been caught doing anything insane, so those five Black brothers weren’t so bad after all.

The fact that Johnny was so eager to swap such a gorgeous girl with an engine had nothing to do with his weirdness : Marvin knew the gringo liked girls. But when he’d opened the trunk of her Ford convertible to check her condition, he had understood : the passed-out blonde was lying on her left side, wrists firmly bound with black duct tape behind her back, her skirt folded under her belt to uncover the whole length of her gorgeous white thighs. Her large white jugs were visible through her ripped blouse, and when Marvin turned her on her back, to check if she was alive, he saw that she had been gagged with her white lace panties ; a thick white glob of spent cum slowly dripped out of her pink, outstretched cunt. So Johnny had already had his part of fun with her ; now that he’d raped her for good, an engine for his Camaro was far more important than a broad for his cock. Marvin nodded, smiled, and closed the deal in a minute.

Johnny got the engine, and was entitled to take it away immediately on their battered Ford truck. The five Black brothers had other ideas, now. They lived together in that place since their birth; no one, amongst them, had a girlfriend. They usually hired whores to get their satisfactions; occasionally, they would gang-rape some girl.

And this one was the best girl they’d ever had, and an actress, too; after the young honkey had regained conscience, they had began to do to her anything, just anything they wanted to. They had raped her all night long, of course, all her young orifices being thoroughly explored by their massive, black erections. Her asshole had been torn open by one cock after another; her big tits had been fucked too, and her cunt, formerly tight and stylish, had been ploughed well open during the first stage of that lewd interracial rape.

As Roy, the younger brother, had developed a passion for video and filming, they had begun to film some of their ‘sessions’ with the girls they had gang-banged in the past, and some tapes had been sold fairly well as under-the-counter items in some porn shops. Therefore, everything they were making to her was being filmed. The blonde bombshell was being gang-raped and subjected to all sorts of sadistic tricks not only for their pleasure, but for the eyes of many other men that would be more than happy to pay hundreds of dollars for each copy of the finished cassette, the final product of that strictly clandestine, criminal operation.

It will be a stunning job, he thought. The blonde shithead gave great head, too, and the scenes of her bobbing her head on some of the bros’ crotch, her pretty face impaled on a foot of black snake, were formidable. The fact that she was such an able cocksucker added up to the fact that her wrists were bound together, and that the duct tape was clearly visible when she had to slide her hands on those black trunks. The close-up scenes had been taken by Roy, a real fanatic of video cameras who had the technical responsibility of the whole recording; after five hours, Marvin reckoned they had already more than ten hours of recorded cassettes from 3 video cameras, and more, much more was still to come.

He came back in the building and in the room. Roy and Wayne were getting some sleep, now, after having fucked the brains off the white slut; Roy, having checked that the three cameras were recording from the right angles, was sitting on an armchair and drinking a glass of whiskey, slowly stroking his cock while watching what was happening.

On the bed, of course, there was Claudia Hamilton. The blonde beauty was spread on the dirty mattress, her wrists bound together and to the upper bedposts, the ankles tied well apart to each of the two lower bedposts to allow ample access to her inner thighs and, of course, to her cunt. Her slit wasn’t visible because the fifth brother of the gang was over her and, his hands solidly placed on her chest, flattening her large jugs, was steadily pumping her cunt with his oversize black shaft since more than twenty minutes. Claudia Hamilton was taking the heavy pounding moaning in pain, trying to utter useless protests while the man continued the rape.

Marvin stopped on the door, looking. Sean had always been the slowest of the family, the one, of the five brothers, that was somehow retarded, and it showed in everything he did. He was the heavy lifter, the "dirty jobs" man; if they did need to lift a whole engine, Sean could do better and faster than a hoist. Mother Nature had given him very little as far as brain was concerned, but his muscles were tough; and his cock was even bigger than those of the already overendowed brothers, so huge that, as a rule, he was left at the end of the queue when they had to fuck a girl. His snake always managed to open them up a little bit more; because of the sheer size of that black 13" hard trunk, and of the fact that he could pump a girl for hours, after he’d got rid of a girl, her holes were left hopelessly, permanently torn open.

Roy had recently taken his own pleasure too, Marvin thought, seeing the long, thick string of cum that was crossing her face from her hair to her lips: he was looking at it with the pride of an artist, that Marvin felt even under the thick woollen black Balaclavas they were using to prevent identification.

The girl being raped so hard by the Black giant didn’t notice all those many details ; she was stoned by the violence of the pounding that Sean was giving her, it was like the other rapes had simply been an hors-d’oeuvre for that manic, heavy fuck she was getting. Of course, she had been forced to take all those stinking black cocks in her mouth too, her beautiful face getting fucked by one after another ; and Sean’s, just as it was the thickest and more painful to take up her pussy, had also been the more disgusting to suck, a large, dirty coal-black trunk with an ungainly pink knob, that reminded her of the horses’ pricks she had seen, as a child, when she still lived in the country with her family. She fainted a couple of times under the brutal assault, but awoke immediately ; only after Sean had finished, and had unloaded a truckload of warm cum in her swollen pussy, she was finally left alone, still bound on the bed.

Now everybody could go to sleep. Marvin grinned, and closed the door ; he was very satisfied of the situation. He knew that the day that was beginning would be long and maybe tiring, but undoubtedly very, very pleasing.


Claudia Hamilton awakes

 

The blonde actress collapsed nearly immediately in a troubled sleep. At ten in the morning she awoke, and remained numb for a few minutes, just trying to understand if the ordeal she’d been subjected to in the last hours had been just a horrifying nightmare, or..... was it true? No, it couldn’t.... But she was really bound on that dirty mattress, in the squalid bedroom. She saw the video cameras pointed on her, knew that it all was terribly, awfully real, and began to cry.

Quietly, tears began rolling down her cheeks and over the dried cum that had plastered her face. The pain she was feeling from her cunt and asshole was terrible; especially her cunt, and her crotch, were fiercely burning from the savage rape she had been subjected to for hours. To add to her desperation, she knew that nobody was missing her, nobody would alert the Police; her next business appointment would have been only after four days, her airhead friend, the actress, was out of town for a week. She couldn’t hope of being searched.

After a while, she tried to free herself from the bed’s bedposts, but to no avail. They had left her there, alone, because they knew the handcuffs were absolutely safe; after a few minutes, she gave up to the struggle, and remained there, fearing the moment where her tormentors would come back. Numbed by pain and fear, she began to remember the last few hours. The nightmare had begun only 12 hours before, and still it looked like she was there since half her life.

Her tormentors were, she believed, five or six. And were all Blacks! She had always hated black men. Hollywood had its share of pigs, of course, and she had experienced a few of them, but, luckily, there weren’t black directors or producers, as she would not have liked to have to do with such people. She had been raised in the South, and people there was very ‘tight’ about races and the colour of skin; a good white girl couldn’t have much to do with a black boy, unless he was a waiter or a service station attendant, of course. Her mother had taught her to be afraid of those massive, coal-black brutes, to despise their flat face, wide nose; and she’d learned from high-school chatter that they had immense ‘organs’. The only reason a girl could go with a Black, one of her expert friends had told her, was because she craved his large ‘organ’. So she’d be a whore, of course, one to emarginate. And she didn’t want to be emarginated. But now she was in the hands of not one, but five niggers! The blonde, beautiful Claudia Hamilton felt lost, scared, humiliated.

The men were brothers, she had heard. All of them were as black as coal, and powerfully-built, horny as hell. The chief was the older one; maybe she was around 45 years old, more than double her age, and had a large beer belly and a fair cock, that he liked to stick up her near-virgin asshole. The one called Wayne was a hard fucker, with a long, slim cock that he particularly had loved to pass all over her skin, often burying it between her large, fat jugs. Wayne loved to play with her melons, squeezing and generally handling them, and her cries and moans, while he tormented her large pink nipples, seemed to make him even hornier. Mike was different; younger, and with more muscles, he loved to have her suck his immense cock, and had shot already twice in her mouth; thick, disgusting loads. She’d always hated sperm.

Roy was the ‘intellectual’, and the director of all the cameras and recorders. The other brothers followed his ideas without protesting; he had fucked her only once, and he had willingly raped her face for good. Finally, Sean, that disgusting monster, a retarded hulk of a beast with the cock of a donkey and nearly as much intelligence.... she was weeping quietly, thinking what they would do to her now.

At 1 pm, Wayne came inside the room at noon, and was happy to see her awake. "Ohh, so nice to see that our Hollywood superstar is with us again! It’s been so nice to stay together, tonight.... How are you, darling?"

Claudia tried her best to maintain some self-control. She began "Listen, you’ve had what you wanted, okay? Why don’t you let me go? I can give you money, much money..... Please, let me go..." But the Black man just called the other men. The towering Marvin came inside a few seconds before, grinning, and heard Claudia repeating her plea. He wasn’t angry, just amused. "Money? We have more money we could spend, ma’am. We just earn so much money here you won’t believe. We want fun, just that, and fun, for us all", he pointed at his circling, mean-looking brothers, "is some good, white pussy."

They all laughed. Marvin boomed again, to the girl: "Anyway, we don’t want to kill you. Not if you behave, sister. You do what we like, and you’re fine; after a few days, we’ll let you come back at your little movies, and what’s happened here will just be a thing between us. Otherwise...." The clicking of a large switchblade made her shiver; Wayne came beside her and, delicately, pointed the blade at her throat. ".... otherwise, nobody will ever find you. Nor your body." Claudia Hamilton, shivering in fear, could only swear that she’d done whatever they wanted, that they could really do what they liked with her, hoping they would let her free.
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Re: The Next Baywatch Star
« Reply #2 on: June 02, 2009, 02:58:44 AM »
An obscene Friday evening, and Saturday

 

The rape continued in the afternoon; this time, they all were even hornier than the night before, but also more organised, prepared to extract from the white beauty the most for their depraved pleasure.

Marvin got beside her and said to the glassy-eyed blonde "Now I’d like to get some more head from this nice, Hollywood honkey star." He unbound her wrists and ankles, then cupped her pussy. When he looked satisfied he dragged her on her feet and looked at her. She was gorgeous, but, somehow, a little bit too naked; he found quickly a bag in a drawer and threw it to the girl. He grunted "put this on, slut. Come on."

She had to put on some items she had positively hated all her life. One black simple garter belt, then a pair of black fishnet nylon stockings; things for whores, she had always said, and had always resisted the idea of putting them on. Now she couldn’t avoid using them; to the lewd catcalls of the other Blacks, her torturer looked at her putting those items of lingerie and said "Really nice, girl... you’d have to parade constantly with this kind of attire. You look just fine..." and then forced her back again on her knees, in front of the armchair where he sat down, his huge, hairy thighs splayed to allow her to bend over his crotch. He didn’t like her like that: too ‘free’, he said, so he swiftly got behind her and bound her wrists again with duct tape, this time behind her back.

Now there would be no help from her hands to make the Negro come. She had to use only her lips and tongue, but Marvin was soothing enough and grumbled "I really like you giving head, Miss Hamilton. You’re so good, that we could decide to let you alive.... Yes, if you suck cock well enough, you could be of some use again. Otherwise we have no chance but kill you, you understand?" Her pretty mouth was already crammed full of black meat, so she couldn’t answer, but looked back at him with tear-filled eyes. He liked her look, so he continued, while guiding her bobbing with a hand cupped on her head. "Yes, you’re good.... prove me you’re good enough, come on, sister, and you’ll live..."

Though confused, beaten, disoriented, Claudia knew she had no way out. The blonde actress put more involvement in her work, now being absolutely aching to please the Black man, scared stiff of the menace to kill her but also spurred by the idea of being left alive if she was good enough at orally servicing those trunks.

The trouble was that she’d never sucked Black cock, and never had had the need to ‘service’ dicks so huge, large and hard. But she wanted to stay alive, so she put all her mouth to the service of her ‘Master’. And she was fairly good at sucking cocks.

Claudia Hamilton had developed those oral skills sucking and fucking her way through Hollywood; the blonde beauty had quickly learned that a good blowjob could often secure, if not a part in a movie, at least an invitation to an ‘important’ party, or to some fashionable backstage, so, in less than one year that she was ‘acting’, she had had to suck more cocks than some professional hookers. But this was different; this was a brutal rape, she had been cruelly violated by cocks so enormous that she had never seen anything similar, and now, if she wasn’t good enough, she’d been murdered....

She sucked on his large cock with force, bobbing her head up and down while Roy, back in the room, appreciated the new lingerie on her ‘underside’, and filmed her extensively while she bobbed her head on Marvin’s crotch: the camera recorded a good close-up when she was forced to lick the huge trunk down to his balls. For several minutes, Claudia had to lick and suck all those big, hairy testicles, letting them shiny with her saliva, passing her little pink tongue along the inner side of his thighs, on his belly and back to the cock, that was now so immensely hard that she couldn’t force it in a vertical position with her lips.

Roy filmed her during all this long, obscene interracial blowjob, then put another camera behind her back, detailing the gaping pussy visible between her full, beautifully spread buns enhanced by her whorish lingerie. And Wayne was the first to plunge his rigid cock in her pussy again from behind, taking her like a bitch.

Marvin came in her mouth after a few minutes: she gobbled what she could, but then she had to lick what was still dripping down his large trunk, and the camera filmed in detail her pretty pink lips wrapped along the curving, sperm-dripping black snake, her tongue licking the thick sperm trickling down the shaft. The other camera still was recording her rear end, to show the fast strokes that Wayne, holding her buns like handles to fuck her violently, was giving her. Marvin’s place in her mouth was taken by Mike, his hard black cock beginning to pump her red lips to obtain the maximum stimulation, and he came in her mouth, too, while Wayne was now pounding her already violated asshole. The painful groans of the anally-raped girl made everyone hornier, and Roy recorded all of them very well; when Marvin had recovered, he ordered to put the bitch on bed, legs well spread, and Wayne proceeded to perform an all-time favourite, for them and eventually their ‘customers’; with a can of shaving foam and a man’s disposable razor, he began to work on her crotch. First he put a generous layer of foam on her genitals, clutching it very well; then, slowly, he began to pass the razor on the thin, blonde pubic hair of the girl.

In a couple of minutes, it was all over. Now her slit was naked as a child’s; absolutely clean, nice, almost virgin-looking. It was so inviting that all the men had a second helping of it: pinned to the bed, she was raped again by each one, but only Marvin and Roy came in, the others, after having dutifully plunged their cocks in her bare slit, waited.

They decided to change position; now she was put on all fours again, and Mike, always an anal aficionado, got at her upturned ass with a vengeance. He straddled his own ankles on either side of her basin, knelt on the girl’s open ass from above, and plunged his rigid cock in her bowels with a single long stroke that made her groan in pain. Then he began to pump her ass steadily from that position, his cock going down in her bowels almost vertically, and Roy filmed it from below; Wayne knew what was good to do now, so he knelt on the bed behind Mike’s bouncing ass and shoved his large, hard cock in her cunt from behind.

It was maybe the lewdest way to sandwich a girl, and they went at it with no remorse. They began to fuck her ass and cunt with a remarkable pace, Wayne bumping in her cheeks at each stroke, Mike plunging his rock-hard shaft in her raped anus from above, the two huge cocks meeting inside her belly with only a thin wall of flesh to separate them; she was stoned by pain and humiliation, and remained there, just letting them have fun raping her holes, moaning painfully each time the two cocks bumped one against the other inside her. After a few minutes of that lewd double-pumping, they wanted to swap places, and, in the few seconds during the change of positions, Roy could point the camera at the hapless girl’s open ass crack, to record the image of her cunt and asshole that, having been bored open by those oversize shafts, were left gaping open even after the cocks had been extracted. It was just a few seconds, because the two guys came back at her immediately, now Wayne in her ass from above, Mike in her cunt from behind, and Sean got in front of her face and shoved his cock between her lips.

The three-way assault went on for ten minutes, an eternity for the victim of that savage rape. Sean spurted in her face; Wayne and Mike were asked by Roy to change positions again. This time Mike wanted to stick it up her ass, so he ordered her to sit on his belly but facing the room, so she was impaled with her ass on his cock while he had her naked pussy invitingly open for other cocks, and Wayne promptly got between her knees and shoved his shaft in her, sandwiching the blonde in a most obscene kind of Oreo cookie.

Mike, of course, couldn’t push too much from his position; the girl wouldn’t shake her ass, paralysed as she was by pain and shame, so it was Wayne who had to ‘shake’ that meat sandwich, and he did it, beginning to thrust his cock in her slit savagely, with fierce thrusts that made her bounce on Mike’s cock.

The position was, as far as filming was concerned, excellent: the black hands of Mike, from below, tormented her large white jugs, while Wayne, lying over the blonde beauty, stuck his tongue in her mouth and washed it with his disgusting spit, looking really like she was eager to do it.

They couldn’t resist too much: after a few minutes of that frantic pounding, Wayne wanted to cum, and he did it, extracting his cock from her wet cunt and jumping to shot his load, dutifully, all over her pretty face, while Mike spent his jizz on her slit, letting it spill between her ass cheeks.

It was a long, debasing downhill slide for her; they all fucked her everywhere, and the night passed with dozens of cummings in her holes; the perverted Mike, who had the thinner cock and the dirtiest mind of the whole gang, even stuck it in her ears and nose, that he filled with sperm for the camera. Claudia Hamilton was continuously sandwiched: only Sean wasn’t allowed in her ass, as, as usual, his massive pole would have shattered what little was remained sane of her back hole.

At the end, Mike grunted and came too, shooting another enormous load in her anus, and retreated, leaving it finally amply visible. Roy came back and took a Handycam to the bed, focusing and zooming until his lens framed the inside of the unconscious girl’s thighs. It was a mess, and a very exciting one: Claudia Hamilton’s pussy was gaping, her labia battered, sore and torn open, trickling sperm in the crack of her ass to the mattress, while her asshole was spasming in pain, all battered and bruised. Roy probed her cunt with two fingers, shoving them in for a couple of inches; a sticky glob of cum oozed out of it, obscenely, and he cleaned his fingers in her long mane of blonde hair.
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Re: The Next Baywatch Star
« Reply #3 on: June 02, 2009, 02:59:59 AM »
Sunday, July 18th: The Harley-Davidson Calendar

 

The following day, after another long night of troubled sleep, she was allowed to sleep until noon, then forced to wash and clean; then Marvin came in her room and spoke her. "Now, I will give you one good chance to let you go." She listened to his words, now very carefully. Wayne entered the room, and held a gun. "We have invited a couple of friends of us. Good guys, you know? Bikers. They know we have got a new girlfriend, an actress that has been hired to do some pictures for a Harley-Davidson calendar, and they have got two beautiful Hogs to shoot. Understand? No? Well, they will arrive and find that you are the girl, that you are, in fact, our whore, so they’ll get all your services at a very convenient price. Let’s say 30 bucks for all. And you’ll better be a good girl, otherwise ...."

He didn’t complete the phrase, but Wayne added "... those bikers are always looking for new gang whores. If you don’t act friendly to those two, we could just sell you to them. And you wouldn’t like it so much."

It wasn’t necessary to be particularly smart to understand what could happen if she didn’t behave ‘friendly’ with the two bikers, and she was well aware of it. A good dose of cheap bourbon helped her in preparing for the afternoon ; while they were ‘preparing’ her, the low, thundering noise of the two Harleys signalled to Claudia Hamilton the arrival of the two new bikers, and the beginning of her new nightmare.

Marvin guided her, making her have a good and thorough shower, doing some make-up, examining all her nice, lithe body for damage. Luckily, she had gone through the last days with no particular consequences, only a few surface bruises, nothing much in fact.

When she was clean, Marvin had her cure her thin, light blonde hair ; then he forced her to put on another pair of fishnet stockings, chosen by Wayne’s rude hands; the man said coarsely "Come on, actress, it’s time you show if ye’re good at taking real shots, I mean, snaps. Put this on, and come with me." The lingerie, this time, was more complex; she saw a whole assortment of things in his large hands, and she had to begin with white nylons and garters, white panties and bra, this time black plain nylon, and a red garter belt. Over the sluttish lingerie, Claudia was allowed to wear only a cheap elastic black minidress, two sizes too small for her, so it wrapped indecently her tits and ass and couldn’t arrive to cover the top of the stockings, so her lewd garter belt was visible after a couple of steps. And each time she sat down, the top part of her long, white thighs became visible.

In the yard she saw Roy with a lot of professional cameras around, a couple of the brothers, and the two bikers sitting at the end, in the shadow. She saw her from an angle, so not very well; she smiled faintly at them who looked like other brothers of her kidnappers, black-skinned, only, at a glance, fatter and clumsier; they were already drinking beers, and had been evidently promised a good show.

The photo session began immediately, and, as it was quite easy to understand, it wasn’t a swimsuit calendar they were wanting to shoot. The first pictures were of her more or less dressed, then she had to raise her skirt and show the panties. Claudia Hamilton had to sit over a Hog and pretend to smile while attempting to drive it; a front shot pictured the white panties, well visible as her thighs were kept open by the fuel tank of the Fat Boy.

The panties were discarded before anything else; now, sitting on the saddle, she would easily show her shaved crotch. Her right, long leg went on the handlebar, so her slit was visible, then both legs went up for a better show. Then she had to turn, facing backwards, her feet on the foot pegs, bent over the saddle, so her ass was in full view, then sat on the tank, the fuel cap between her legs.

The dress was undone now, with the bra, and many shots were repeated to show even better her pussy; they continued to shoot pictures for a couple of hours, drinking and eating spicy sandwiches. She felt dizzy again, like last evening; after the third Southern Comfort she was nicely sweaty (Roy liked the gleam of her oily skin) and had less trouble in making those lewd things they were ordering her. But when Roy ordered her to take the throttle handle in her mouth, she tried to protest; with a terrifying easiness, Marvin was upon her in a second, the cold blade on her throat. She gulped, terrorised again, and took the handle in her mouth, immediately, faking a thorough blowjob to the rubber hose.

It was worse than a rape, in a way. After the throttle, she had to lick the exhaust tubes, and impale her pussy on a foot peg. The men yelled and launched obscene catcalls while she had to take every possible cylindrical object of the Harleys in her cunt or mouth, leaving a trail of pussy oil on each one; a very exciting view was the blonde beauty’s naked pussy, now framed again in her customary black garters and fishnets, being clutched on one tire’s rubber thread, then she going on all four and being fucked from behind by a special exhaust pipe. Brake levers went up her ass; she had to lick and blow an exhaust manifold.

Working under the sun for a photographer, under the big black eye of a telephoto lens, wasn’t new for Claudia; her first money came from modelling, and she had been proud of her work. Her swimsuit shots had been all-time favourites on the pages of several magazines. But this was completely different, it was a savage exploitation of her body, another way to rape and defile her. Roy, who was leading the operation, was turning from the almost shy semi-intellectual mind of the gang she’d thought he was, to a perverted sadist, with an unquenchable thirst for more humiliation of her beauty.

He dragged her off the two Harley, when the other guys decided to have a beer in the building, and took her through the long aisles formed by the piles of wrecked old cars. She struggled, in her uncomfortable high heels, to keep his pace; but Sean, hustling her from behind, urged her to follow his brother.


The gear lever

 

What he was looking for wasn’t so readily available; Claudia Hamilton couldn’t understand, why, if he wanted to take other pictures of her on a car, or maybe rape her again, he didn’t stop in one of the Caddies or Buicks parked on the side of the aisles, but she couldn’t complain. At last, he grinned, looking inside a faded green 1979 Dodge: he opened the creaking door and turned to the stocking-clad blonde beauty.


"That will be okay, baby.... you see?"

Claudia Hamilton, squeezed by the weight of the sweaty Sean towards Roy, looked inside the hopelessly battered old car. It was a real mess: the driving seat cover had been torn by years of abuse, dirt and pieces of ripped cloth were everywhere, there really wasn’t a single part of the car that looked acceptable. Not knowing what she had to ‘see’, she simply remained silent.

Roy, instead, was reckless. His sweaty body was taut, in a tension that, she knew, was born out of sexual excitement. He pointed inside the car, between the seats, and said "The gear lever, Miss Hamilton. You see it? It’s round, hard and thick. Now you go there and fuck it."

"Oh, come on, Roy, please", she groaned, in disbelief, "I can’t possibly...... I can’t shove that thing here, you know? Please....." "You’re probably right, honey, you can’t now. It’s better you give that knob a good licking, so it gets lubed enough for your pussy. Come on, slut, bend over!" he yelled, and Claudia, as always, was forced to obey.

The door could be swung open almost to 90°; the blonde beauty had to kneel on the driver’s seat and bend so that her tits swung on the seat, her nipples touching the dirty blue velvet of its covering, then, supporting the weight of her upper body, uncomfortably, on her hands, on the floor of the car. Then her face was just over the gear lever’s humonguous knob; it clearly was a gaudy aftermarket item, a bright green plastic cylinder with a massive round knob at the top; paint had faded to white cheap plastic where the right hand of the drivers of that wreck had rested to shift, and it looked positively obscene, dirty, unnatural.

Kneeling on the seat, the blonde supermodel exhibited her round, raped ass for good, but not Roy, not even the perpetually horny Sean looked interested in her hole and slit. They liked much more, apparently, her full, sexy lips closing on that plastic knob, an act of full depravation; and Roy was eager to record her blowjob snaking under the steering wheel, then from the other side, so it was very clear that she was licking the cylindrical knob for the purpose of oiling it. Following his rude orders, she let her saliva drip down the gear lever, and when he commanded her to sit on it, she raised her blonde head and turned to sit on the seat, panting for the effort. Roy ordered her to turn towards the steering wheel, so she could sit with the left buttock on the passenger’s seat, straddling her right leg over the transmission tunnel so the lever was now just under her crotch.

She obeyed, and, slowly, tried to lower her body on the towering lever slowly, to have it slide inside without hurting too much; and she succeeded, managing to slide nearly all that lewd 6" knob up her pussy, then she had to jump a little on it for the camera.

It was a really obscene dancing, and Roy made her also turn to have her put both feet on the floor on either side of the tunnel, so Claudia Hamilton, facing backwards, could fuck the lever even better. She did her best, and the leering face of Sean, that she saw peeping through a side window stroking his hard cock again, was a ready proof of it.

Her hopes of not being furtherly exposed to public obscenities disappeared when she heard yells from behind her; the voices she heard left her in small doubt about the fact that her ‘session’ would get more spectators soon, and in a few minutes she had even Wayne and the two bikers leering at her.

She passed nearly two hours again ‘posing’ in different cars and on the Harley; her cunt was ravaged by other gearknobs, a special ‘knfe-handle’ Hurst lever went up her ass again. Claudia Hamilton, always half-naked and followed closely by that bunch of pigs, felt really sorry for herself, and with the added tension of the two bikers, that were going to explode. They were building a lot of excitement looking at her, and their catcalls were nastier now, then after catcalls, came the plain insults; when at 7 in the afternoon Marvin called it a day, and they decided to cut it off and ‘have a party’, Claudia Hamilton knew who would have been the main dish of that ‘party’, and felt the two bikers would be very nasty.


Two tough customers

 

The two horny bikers chatted with the Black brothers for a while, the girl being still busy putting on some more make-up and lipstick; when she was ‘invited’ in the room, she was as beautiful as ever, maybe even more having ditched the ‘clean’ look and being so much sexy. Over her low-cut cheap, black fishnet stockings and garter belt, she had been allowed to wear only a skintight yellow Spandex microdress, nothing else : a real whore wouldn’t have been less covered for night’s work on the streets.

The two bikers, instead, were an awful sight. Both were dark-skinned Hispanic, large and nasty-looking, tattoed thugs; the darker-skinned man, nicknamed Bongo, was huge, muscular and very hairy, around 45 years of age, with long dirty hair tied in a ponytail and nearly toothless; he bore a large pink circular scar across his nose, probably left by the raw end of a broken bottle. The other was a more ‘Spanish’ sort of guy, a pot-bellied Latino that could weigh maybe 200 pounds and had a small beard framing a round, flat face. Both had black leather jackets, torn jeans, thick boots and a very dangerous face, plus they were, of course, horny as hell.

To ‘create a proper atmosphere’, as Roy put it, she had her hands tied behind her, and was invited to dance for them; it was clear she’d been their whore for the night, and she showed her naked body as a helpless slave now, loud salsa blaring from a powerful stereo while all of them drank beer and cheap whiskey. They gave her another large glass of Southern Comfort, then they all smoked pot; as a result, she began to get a bit more ‘loose’, and, after a good hour, she had completely surrendered to the men’s obscene will.

The blonde actress was put to sit down between the two bikers, but the several glasses of sweet booze had got to her head, and she wasn’t even shivering, now, even if the two bikers’ dirty hands were all around her since what seemed an eternity. Her minidress was raised to her navel, her tits exposed and roughly groped, her crotch continuously porked while she held both those dark, stiff cocks in her little white hands.

The two bikers were very, very dirty. Not only with oil and dust, but also, maybe more, with sweat and other organic stinks; they retched disgustingly, but she could do nothing about it, and at midnight she was between the two pigs, necking with the lighter-skinned Puerto Rican, a creep that didn’t even speak American and had all his skin covered in prison-style tattoos. This one was the nastiest man she’d ever met: it was clear he hated her, like he probably hated all the blonde, beautiful white girls who never gave him a chance. Now that she had one of the best at his mercy, he was ready to take his own personal revenge on the helpless prisoner.

Claudia was feeling the man’s hatred, and was scared. Fear made her even more obedient, a listless puppy ready to do anything to please that brute; she moaned softly when the Puerto Rican groped and massaged ruthlessly her large jugs, mauling them continuously and pinching her nipples, and when he had approached his stinking mouth to her, she just let his tongue enter her lips, even forcing her own tongue to react somehow to the obscene intrusion.

The Puerto Rican was quite happy of her collaboration, and continued to twist his tongue in her open, available mouth, while she tried her best to look like she really was enjoying the two men. Always looking at them, Bongo took off his torn jeans while Garcia was saying to the camera "Hey, amigo, esta zorra" and he pointed at the blonde, half-naked beauty he was holding under his hairy right arm, "esta zorrita, es una gran puta!" The other put a 10 dollars bill under her garter, to show the spectators that she actually was nothing more than a simple whore, and yelled "Well, she looks great, we’ve bought ourselves a good new girlfriend for tonight! Good, ah?" "Si, amigo," the Spic replied while pushing her head down and having her lick his hairy belly until her lips met his throbbing cock, "Yo quiero que me suca el pollon, esta zorra..... Si, y vojo correr en su boca, despues !" The Puerto Rican groaned in sheer pleasure when he felt her warm, moist lips circling around his knob, then running a tight ring of flesh around his hard cock; he took a 20 dollar bill too, shoved it in her garter and lied back, enjoying the superslut’s blowjob. He groaned to Bongo "Ahhh, amigo, esto es una buena mamada....." and continued to enjoy it.

The other biker, waiting for his turn, began to grope her tits and crotch; after some minutes of sucking the Puerto Rican pulled her blonde hair to have her leave his hard, glistening cock and forced her to kiss him again, their tongues meeting again, then he looked straight at her blue eyes and said "Te gusta, eh, furcia? Te gusta sucar el pollon de Garcia, mamona, de eser empalada y enculada, eh? Sentir un trancazo en el culo?"

Hapless, because she didn’t know a single word in Spanish, she tried just to smile softly to that demented and get back to her blowjob, but Garcia said to Bongo "la guarra aqui no parla espanol, amigo, habla gringo...." and the huge Bongo, whose hard-on was now really rock-hard, didn’t miss the occasion to insult some more the poor blonde. "He’s saying, you like to suck cocks, whore? You like to be impaled on cocks, to be ass-fucked? To get a trunk up yer honkey bitch’s asshole?"

Claudia Hamilton swallowed in shame. She was feeling the rough hands of Garcia back on her tits, the monstrous face of Bongo a few inches from her and with a grin that left nothing to hope for the future, so she, hard as it was, tried to answer softly "Oh, yes, I do.... I do like it...."

Bongo was naked now, his enormous black trunk curving upwards like an oversized banana. It was oscillating only a few inches before her face: the white beauty was staring, wide-eyed, at the monster cock, hoping it wouldn’t hurt too much.... it almost was as big as Sean’s, but the man holding it was undoubtedly meaner than the retarded younger brother of the ‘family’, and much hornier, too.

He bent on the girl; his right hand was stroking his cock, the left took her pretty face and upturned it. Looking at her, he grumbled "You’re nice, bitch, you’re very nice..... it would be a pity to have to smash this pretty little face....."

The man was incredibly huge, she noticed the tattoos he had everywhere. His crotch was shaved, and this, inexplicably, made her shiver. A sharp squeeze of Garcia on her nipples made her wince, and she asked, timidly "Why would you have to... to hit me, sir?" His cock was now nearly on her lips, and he was still bending on her. "We’ll hit you because you snotty blondes are not kind enough with us. I know you would protest, that you would try to spoil our little fun with you, and each time you’ll do it, we’ll hit you. Hard. We have small nice things to use on nasty whores like you."

Still standing there, he picked up a large nightstick; in the movement, his cock bounced on her lips. It retched, but she knew that she couldn’t comment. As she was bending forward, Garcia had his left hand in her ass crack now; Roy, coming in to fix the cameras, looked at the scene and grinned "Education in progress, eh? Call us if the bitch doesn’t behave properly, man." "Don’t worry, brother" Bongo said, showing the nightstick, "We’ve got the right stuff here." And, without a word, turned and gave a heavy blow of the stick on the left side of her back.

The pain was horrible: she felt everything explode in her stoned, half-crazed mind. All went dark for an instant, she felt breathless. Then she felt the numbness turning to a burning, fierce pain in the back. Claudia Hamilton uttered a strangled cry: she tried to arch her back, but Garcia’s hands kept her bent. Tears of pain and sheer terror rolled down her face, and she began to fear that those brutes would really kill her.

"Why?.....Why have you hit me?" she tried to ask. Bongo answered "There isn’t a real reason, slut, we hit you if we just want to. It’s part of a biker girl’s education, and today, if you’re not kind enough with us, you’ll feel it. This is just a sample, you know."

Horrified by the nightstick, by their brutality and by the carelessness of Roy, who had been watching the action without moving and was evidently happy with it, she understood that her only chance was to obey to every wish of the men. And the first, now, was expressed by Bongo in no uncertain terms.

"Little whores like you have to show their stuff, bitch. Open those legs, and show me your fuck box!" Garcia allowed her to lean back a little bit, Claudia Hamilton spread her legs as much as she could. Roy filmed; Bongo yelled "Open that cunt, whore! Show us your pink, now, and tell us if you’re ready!" Spreading her thighs even further, Claudia Hamilton peeled her cunt lips open for them, leaving a perfect view both to the men and the camera. Roy was particularly happy to view, through his finder, her pretty face blushing when she said "Oh, yes, I’m ready.... ready, please, do what you’d like to me... pleeeeease...."

Grinning, Bongo looked at the panting girl and said "Tell us you want us to fuck you. We’ll give you 10 bucks each." Fearing another blow, she spread her cunt lips again and panted "Oh yes, sir, I want you to fuck me.... oh, pleeeease, fuck this girl, I want you.... thank you for the 10 bucks each, sir, thank you...."

Garcia asked "Que quieres la puta, aqui?" "Quieres de follarla, amigo..... la zorra quieres dies dolares por el cono, tambien!" Garcia nodded his approval, and they shoved two ten bucks bills in her garter. Claudia Hamilton panted "Oh, thank you, thank you..... gracias, senorees....."

Hearing the two Spanish words, the only she actually knew, Bongo said to Garcia "The slut here speaks Spanish, eh? She must be used to sell her box to fucking Puerto Ricans like you, this slut. In fact, she’s more open than that Mexican whore we screwed last week.... the one who was with truckers since three years, remember?" The Hispanic grinned; he was beginning to finger her open pussy, saying "Que cono, esta puta! Bien follado!". Claudia Hamilton didn’t understand the obscene Spanish words of Garcia, but sure she knew the sense of it all, and the nigger’s answer "We will screw her all for good too, man, so let her come here and have this white whore get a chunk of my cock!" left no doubt about it all.

Hesitatingly, but eager to please the two bikers to avoid further pains, she looked at Bongo. Claudia didn’t care about cameras anymore; she just wanted to survive, not getting hurt. She said, softly "Yes, please, I’m ready.... give me your cock, I’ll suck it as you want." That was more than they needed; with a roaring laughter, they approved her ‘availability’, and Garcia, triumphally, replied "Y ahora te folleremos cono, boca y culo, hasta los huevos! Guarra!" Bongo, grinning, translated: "And now", he said, spitting in her face the words with hatred, "as you are so horny, we’ll fuck your face, cunt and asshole to the balls, sow."

The following order was obvious, and she had to bend again forward, her face meeting Bongo’s enormous trunk, and had to begin a long, elaborate blowjob. Her soft, red lips wrapped softly around that stinking purple cockhead; her tongue ran expertly around the shaft, covering it all in spit, stroking it slowly with her little right hand. It went on for a while, then he withdraw the cock and forced her to kiss even him, then he sat on the couch and had her bend forcefully on his belly, impaling her face, in a single stroke, on his massive, engorged cock. It was, of course, just the beginning of another obscene doubke-fuck.

In exchange for the two Harley they had put to the brothers’ disposition for the photos, the two bikers were allowed to ‘use’ her for three hours, almost all night long. That time, after the pot had ceased its effect, passed terribly slowly for Claudia Hamilton, the blonde beauty being subjected to all the bikers’ more lewd desires like the worst ghetto whore, which the two men believed she was; they also had her perform things she’d never imagine, like licking their balls and asshole, Garcia being particularly happy to keep her tongue rimming his hairy ass crack for whole minutes. It went on for more than three hours; when they had finally finished with her, she was really exhausted.

The bikers went back to LA, and Marvin, having finished with her, made her stand again and pushed her on the bed, where she fell, face-down, her hands still bound behind her back. He already had another plan, and called his brother to explain it; he got very excited at the idea, and, having put a pair of jeans and boots on, got out of the room to pick other cameras from the stolen equipment they had in stock.
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« Reply #4 on: June 02, 2009, 03:02:28 AM »
Monday, July 19th: Claudia Hamilton tries to escape

 

She heard, through the hazy unconsciousness that was becoming to take her because of the stress of two nights’ multiple rapes, the voices of the two men arguing. Suddenly, while she pretended to fall asleep, she listened to it all.

"Hey, bro, why don’t you bind her ankles again? The whore could escape, now." The voice of the enormous brute, the Chief of the gang, boomed: "No, she won’t. She’s all fucked up, you see? This one will go nowhere now, I tell you".

"Maybe you’re right, but if she turns and run? You know we’re all working now, and the Interstate is just a few feet from the front gate, and we have to keep that open." "Who cares? If she tries to get through the garage, we’ve got our two bros that are there dismantling that Caddy, no? So she couldn’t pass, and the front door is locked. No way." When they exited the door, she heard one last phrase "No, she won’t be able to get away from the garage. Be sure, we’ll have a few days more to have fun with her."

Slowly, she tried to understand her condition. The bed was very big, all covered, now, with stains of blood and sperm leaking from her cunt and asshole. She felt a wreck; all her genital zone was numb from pain. Her body was covered in scratches and bruises, but all little enough to mend quickly; so she tried to move her legs, slowly, surprised that she was really free. Her ankles were, at least; her wrists were solidly bound together behind her back. And there was nothing she could for it, the duct tape being too strong for any effort to free herself.

But she had to escape. She knew that those brutal rapers would not let her alive after all they’d finished with her. And she couldn’t bear anyway the idea of being in their filthy hands for another gang-rape....

Claudia looked around. The room was empty, and she wondered if they had really left her alone. Cautiously, she tried to sit down; having her hands tied behind was a little bit more difficult, but she did it. She stood up, and understood she had weak knees and every part of her body was sore and numb, so she waited a little. The silence was near absolute, only a few dogs’ howls and the beating of some hammers in the garage broke it.

Having summoned all her courage, Claudia began to walk to the door. It wasn’t locked, and she managed to open it with her elbows and shoulders: she headed for the garage, whose metal door was also open. She opened it slowly, hoping it didn’t creak, and she looked inside. As Marvin had said, there were only three men there; the two younger brothers, Wayne and Mike, and the retarded Sean, now carrying a gearbox as it was a toy. They weren’t far, and she could hear their dialogue; shivering, she understood they were speaking about her.

"Well, it’s been a couple of nice nights, but the next one will be better, no? That slut deserves a full treatment even tonight" The other laughed "We’ll let Sean have his way again on her asshole, tonight, so she’ll have it all!" "Yeah," the first grinned, "but not only that. I’ve new ideas for the girl.... she won’t like it, maybe, but I bet you will." "Who cares if she likes it or not?" The other laughed. "She’s our slave, that honkey slut. She’s here to please us, not to have fun!" And the third yelled "My, you bet! And at the end, we could always sell her to the bikers.... Garcia and Bongo were quite taken by her, yesterday!"

Crazy with fear, she looked at the external door, and at the outside fence. It looked very far; it must have been at least 300 feet from the building, and she couldn’t see the gate, but she knew that it must have been there, and she had to get at it. Once she had crossed the first hundred yards, she could anyway hide amidst the hundreds of wrecked cars scattered around the immense yard.

The real problem was that she was naked, and had no shoes. The stones, pebbles and metallic debris of the yard would hurt her, but she had no choice. She began to move towards the door, taking advantage of the fact that the men were turning her back at her, then, always crouching, walked to the door; then stood up and walked more quickly, feeling near to escape, even if being naked, in stockings and garters alone, in the bright sunshine of a California summer, wasn’t good for hiding. But she saw a gate, at the end of that natural corridor made of piles of wrecked cars, so, even if it was so far away, salvation looked near. Her long legs were now feeling better, so she took all her courage and ran quickly towards the gate.

The first hundred yards were quite easy; still, she had to duck between two huge piles of cars to have some rest. Her feet were hurting already, and she needed some relief. Claudia hid there for a few minutes, panting, listening for noises; she heard nothing, only some distant hammering. They hadn’t still realised that she was escaping.... good, she thought, I can really escape, and then I’ll call the Police and I’ll cut the balls of all those niggers off, personally.

The space where she was crouching now had a passage at the end, that seemed to point directly to the main gate; Claudia decided to try to pass there. Standing again, she prepared for the next part of her escape, and began to pace quickly towards the gate, feeling her victory was quite near, now. She was near the exit, near the road, the Interstate! Yes, she was nude, and it would not be easy to stand there, tits and ass out, asking someone to stop, but the end of the ordeal was near, now!

It was then that she heard the sudden barking coming from behind her. The dogs! She had forgotten the guard dogs! Claudia looked back and saw three enormous, dark beasts racing towards her, white teeth gleaming in their open mouth. Blinded by panic, she began to run franticly towards the fence. Her legs, long and slender, allowed a fast pace, and she did her best to outrun those beasts. She couldn’t know that a camera was recording her frantic run to the fence, to have the guys enjoy afterwards, sadistically, her desperate run, the fear on her face, the lewd bouncing of her large tits on her chest, but there was no chance; before she could reach the fence she was got by the first dog, one of the two Dobermans, who jumped on her back and threw her off her balance.

The gorgeous blonde tried to keep running, but the other Doberman got for her left ankle, jumped and bit it hard. This made her scream; her hands being bound, she now had to way to stay erect, not with two large, angry dogs biting at her ankles. She stumbled helplessly and fell on the oily dirt, tits first, with an impact that was almost as painful as the bite of the first Doberman and the one, lighter, that the second gave her on an arm.

But at least she was very near to the fence, so the road must be there, and she tried to scream; then she realised there was no noise there, no car engines whistling past, all was silent. She focused her eyes over the fence and realized that there was no road. Stunned, she shut up, crawling to the fence in a vain, hysterical effort to escape the hounds. But they kept her there for good; the dogs had clearly been trained to keep intruders there for their Masters, and the first kept her pinned to the ground while the second began to sniff between her legs; she tried to hold them closed, but the Doberman made her feel his teeth and she, scared, opened the thighs.


Capture, and punishment

 

She felt someone walking towards her from behind, and a very angry voice boomed just over her. "So this bad, bad girl wanted to run away, eh? Bad, bad girl. You’ll learn now that it’s no good upsetting all of us." The whole family was there; one of the guys had a metal bar, nearly one metre long, with two clamps on each end, and he quickly fastened each ankle of Claudia to those cuffs. Now she could only keep her legs wide open, and, scared as hell, wait for the worst.

The dogs still were all around her, sniffing and licking at their prey writhing in the dirt. Roy, having filmed all of it, the escape, the dogs chasing her, the capture, said "Hey, bros, look like the dogs like the slut here. They deserve some fun, too. Why don’t we get them some nice white pussy?" They all laughed, and Marvin said "Nice idea, man. But first, let’s put the pussy in the right place." He turned at Sean "Brother, carry me that Cadillac V8 you just took off the Coupe De Ville. Yes, the bare one, no filter, no carburettors... the bare block."


Hunter, Killer and Reaper

 

In a couple of minutes, the engine, suspended on a hoist, was thrown in the dirt beside her, in the middle of the ‘yard’, formed by high piles of wrecked cars, where she’d been dragged. It was so heavy that even Sean, when the engine was on the floor, couldn’t move it: a length of chain was rolled under it and over the block, then the prisoner was lifted from the dirt and forced to kneel on a cushion put on the top of the rough block, so her bust was draped over the engine, her thighs pressing on the front part of it, her big tits oscillating just out over the other side.

Roy filmed the obscene setup from all sides, then Marvin said "Well, the dogs must have their share of fun. Let’s see what they would do to a slut like this one!" They all cheered, and widened the circle around the girl so obscenely draped on the Cadillac block. Wayne, though, had another idea, and ran towards the inner yard, saying to his brothers to yeld the dogs by their collars. He came back a few seconds after with the fourth dog, the female in heat that the other three were so horny about; Marvin said "Man, the slut here has already a lot of smell, like a bitch. That’s what made the hounds run so fast after the slut." "Yes, I know", Wayne answered with a wicked smile, "but I think we’ll have to use her a little bit more, how can I say? extensively. So, now!"

He dragged the bitch in front of Claudia Hamilton’s beautiful, but tear- and pain-strained, face; Wayne forcefully turned the dog so that the blonde actress faced the rear legs of the dog, and what was in between... that was her sex, of course. Under the ever-watchful eye of James’ cameras, Wayne pulled her hair back to keep her face upturned and then slammed the bitch’s open, heated sex hole in the blonde actress’ face, clutching it all over her nose and mouth, smearing her lips with the sex juice of the dog. "Lick her, you bitch! You’re both bitches, so don’t make a fuss!" The poor girl had to extend her tongue and try to lick the dog’s sex. Then, just to be sure, he did the same at the other end, having the dog smear with juice also Claudia’s inner ass cheeks. Only then the bitch was taken away and closed in her yard; the three dogs, that had been barking savagely and kept at a safe distance until then, were left free again.

The first Dobermann, named Hunter, was the first to be released, because he was the one who had bitten her first, and he immediately commandeered a leading position: he jumped on her upturned, defenceless ass, placed her paws on her back and plunged his thin but still respectable cock in her wet, gaping pussy, then began to hump her for good.

The other two, beaten at the game, circled around the girl while she, sobbing in humiliation and pain, was submitted to that ordeal to the mocking calls of the Blacks surrounding her. Then the large Rottweiler, Killer, sniffed her face, and got the right idea; being so huge, it wasn’t difficult for him to put the front legs on the block besides the girl’s bust, and his cock, a red stick of pulsating meat that was larger than Hunter’s, and that he shoved right in her face. She had the idea of turning her head, but the voice of Marvin freezed her: "Just let it in, gal. You turn your head, I slit your throat."

Scared stiff again, she surrendered and let the dog search for a suitable aperture to shove his horny pecker inside. He found her mouth, and the scent of the bitch in heat made him slide it in and pump in what was a soft, warm hole anyway.

"Pumped by both sides! By dogs!" Marvin boomed in irrepressible laughter. "Look at this, bros! That’s the nicest way to treat a fucking honky of a white lifeguard!" They were all laughing in amazement while the girl was assaulted by the two hounds, and even more when, having ejaculated in that hospitable pussy, Hunter got off and his place was immediately taken by the equally horny Reaper, that spent anyway an amusing amount of time licking the pussy and nosing it in. Even Killer at the end spewed his nauseating sperm in her mouth, and he kept her mouth open, letting her head drop, to have the dog’s cum exit her lips.

The men drifted away, leaving her alone, with the four dogs just cruising along. Claudia didn’t know if she was more humiliated, frightened, or simply disgusted; mainly, she was scared by those hounds circling around her. Every now and then one of those animal brutes would arrive behind her and plant his nose in her ass crack, and, as her fear made her produce a lot of liquids, the dogs would always lick it a bit, then they would jump on her and fuck.

After one hour, Roy wanted a change of view, and he came out with Wayne; they untied the sobbing girl, had her stand up and took the metal bar off her ankles. Then they put the bar under the engine, halfway along its length, fixed the cushion on the top of the engine block, then she was forced to lie down on the engine again, this time belly up.

She understood what they wanted to do, and they did it: her ankles were bound again to the rings on the bar, so her legs were fully open and her shaved, battered crotch especially available as the ankles were forced to stay well behind, under her ass. To the same rings, they bound her wrists, so her body was spread, available, utterly defenceless; the men liked it immensely. They knew it would not be such a comfortable position to fuck her, for a man, but, for the dogs, it was Heaven. Wayne took one of her large nipples between his right hand’s thumb and forefinger, squeezing it and then twisting it cruelly until he heard her scream in pain. He did the same to the other nipple, grinning, and added "You’ll have another nice turn with our guards, slut.... you’ll turn out a nice good animal lover after this, bitch!" and he left, leaving Roy to handle the cameras.

The dogs took immediately advantage of that position; one after the another, like the men had done before, the three enormous dogs came back at raping her. The first, this time, was Reaper; he sniffed at that open pussy, oozing cum of all species, and decided it was good; he jumped on her undefended body, threw his paws directly on her soft milk bags and shoved his respectable cock in her fuck hole. The dog began to jump on her wildly, franticly, and Roy was eager to show his red dick invading her naked pussy. Then it was Killer, and Hunter, and all three fucked her for what looked an eternity to the young blonde. Desperate, but helpless, sweating, oozing dog cum, she was now hopelessly debased, and she felt desperate.


Sean plunders her asshole

 

The dogs had their way with her for another good three hours; after the first hour, she didn’t care so much anymore. She simply lied there and waited the next assault. And she remained there, limping on the metal block as Killer or Hunter or Reaper shoved their knots in her gaping, oozing pussy.

Two days of continuous rape was something she could not even imagine, but, after so many abuses, her body simply got somehow used to it. Or maybe the pains and sufferings of her sexual enslavement were being surpassed, in her humiliated brain, by other stimuli, the primary ones, hunger, thirst. It was almost 72 hours since she’d eaten that small, stylish salad with Ginger Johnson in LA, the night before she’d had only two small sandwiches, and now she was hungry, desperately hungry.

She tried to ask for something to eat to Wayne, and what she got was a large glob of cum in her mouth, with the words "That’s it, slut! Eat cum, that’s your dinner!" But then they realized that they’d really have to give her something to eat. It was no use having such a good piglet to play with and having her starve to death. Besides, they had to eat themselves anyway.

Wayne went with the car to a nearby McDonald’s, to take back some food. While he was away, Claudia was ‘cleaned’ with a water nozzle that was rudely shoved up her pussy to wash the dogs’ cum, and they let the water run a few minutes in her battered hole; the same was done in her asshole, like an enema, while her mouth was let to her, that had to wash it and her teeth, gargling carefully. She was happy to get a wash, even if this meant that they were planning another rape. Then, she could put a sort of supertight minishirt that covered only a part of her body, then she could sit with them and was handed her dinner.

The greasy hamburgers were quite different from the light, healthy food she was used to eat, but her hunger made her forget anything, and she ate two burgers quickly, feeling better; as for drinking, there was only a choice between beer and whiskey, so she chose a ice-cold Bud, then drank another. Thinking that maybe they wouldn’t give her other food for a lot of time, she decided to eat a third one; it was half-cold now, and the cheese inside was stiff, but she was still quite happy to eat it. A third beer made her feel real full, her belly squashing with all that food and liquid; she felt relaxed enough to sleep, and she hoped that they would allow it. But they had different plans.

They ate and drank a while; at 3 pm, all full of greasy food and booze, the men grew horny again, she felt dizzy, confused, more than a little bit sick, nauseous. Claudia Hamilton didn’t even take too much notice of the fact that she had Wayne’s large right hand between her splayed thighs, cupping her naked crotch, and that another brother was massaging her tits; one brother’s tongue was invading her mouth, they were kissing each other in a lewd, more than passionate, way. Suddenly, Wayne and Sean pulled her to her feet and, half-naked as she was, forced to walk out of the building with them, Roy following with his cameras.

The sun was scorching, outside, and added discomfort to the sickening girl. They dragged her on a dirty mattress between two large piles of wrecked cars, in a part of that labyrinth were nobody could see from out side; Wayne kicked an old wooden chair on the mattress so its back was on the mattress, and forced her to kneel over it, so she had to keep her ankles well apart to avoid to scrape her knees on the wood of the chair’s back, and her belly was lying on the edge of the seat. Her tits, still covered by the shirt, were lying on the now horizontal legs of the chair.

Too tired and sick to resist, she knew that they wanted to rape her pussy again, her well-open, spread, exposed pussy; Sean was crawling behind her, with his monster cock, and braced herself for it. She’d taken it before, and it was awfully painful, so she could get it again. But, suddenly, she felt that it wasn’t her pussy that the demented Negro wanted; with a sudden shiver of horror, she felt his enormous cockhead pressing on her asshole, and she tried to resist, to protest.

She had been forced to drink much of that cheap booze they were swallowing, so her resistance had grown feebler, but still she tried to get of it, to avoid being raped by that horse-cock in her ass; yes, the other had raped her before, even there, but Sean’s was a monster.... she would be killed, if he stuck it in....

Her protests were useless. Wayne pinned her for good to the seat, the position she was in allowed Sean a good leverage, his massive muscles did the rest. He pointed it, began to push. It was hard as a rock, and almost as painful in her sphincter, nearly virgin until two days before and now hopelessly trashed.

The man pushed maybe one inch in her asshole, then, sweating profusely, grunted at his brothers "Man, that’s tight... and it’s dry, which is worse!" "So what?" Wayne yelled "Lube it! What’d you got there?" "Uh, maybe some... some gearbox grease" "Okay, squeeze it in her ass, no? So it will get wet enough."

The conversation was lewd, but she could follow only a few words of it. Claudia, forced in that position, had the edge of the seat pushing hard in her belly, just where she had all the greasy stuff she’d just eaten; it was a soft, padded wedge in her tummy, and she was feeling real sick, so she was staying as quiet as possible while the black boy pushed harder and harder, getting crazier with lust, with the desire to force his cock down the only hole of the blonde beauty he still hadn’t enjoyed.

Now Sean began to push real hard. Her sphincter tried a reaction, to counter his savage attack, but it was useless: pinned on the upturned seat, her buttocks wide open and obscenely lubed by the thick grease, she felt an unbearable pain when the cockhead, that she knew all too well, that disgusting pink knob over the monstrous black shaft, finally spread her hole enough to wedge inside her. Another rude thrust: now the whole crown of the nigger’s shaft was passing through her flesh ring.

She was breathing hard, meowling softly in agony and helpless terror, with the added pain of her aching belly: she didn’t mind, now, of the camera pointed straight in her face (while a second was pointed on her ass cheeks and a third took a general view of the situation), she just tried to figure out what to do now. Her frantic thoughts were brutally interrupted by a series of particularly hard thrusts that the black giant gave in anger, tired of having had to use so much force to rape her ass: a good dozen of those terrible strokes shattered her lithe frame, and made the cock advance until it was finally buried to the roots in her rectum, his curly, thick black pubic hair scraping her soft pink buttocks. The poor Claudia, impaled on that black, rock-hard shaft, felt like she couldn’t breathe now; pain was substituted by sickness, her belly, compressed by Wayne’s hands keeping her down with all his weight, was aching wildly.

Her face got pale; Wayne, still admiring the ruthless way his brother was anally raping the blonde slut, realised that she was getting seriously sick. At last! But she didn’t understand he was pleased with her sickness; when Wayne took her face in his large right hand and turned it up, to get a good look at it, she hoped he would stop Sean, just enough to catch her breath.

But no, this wasn’t Wayne’s idea. He got immediately excited at her suffering face: he was the real sadist in the family, and, in the past, he had found great pleasure in torturing his young victims. This time, Marvin had ordered him not to leave any visible mark on her beautiful body, so he had had to think about something different; the idea that she was about to vomit made him hornier. Grinning, he took a large mane of her golden hair at the back of her head in his left hand to block her pretty face in that upturned position, then, with his right hand, he began to stroke his hardening black cock before her wide-open blue eyes.

Now the Black monster behind her began to fuck her ass really hard. The pounding was unbearably hard; she felt her bowels revolting, as a reflex of the incredible pain mounting from the raped asshole. The forced dilatation of her ass tunnel was extremely painful, and the mustard lubrication added further irritation to the inner skin; the pressing on that seat’s edge was bringing further pain to Claudia.

Roy was eager to film her face, whitening in sickness while her gagging began to rise; Wayne knew it was the right moment, and, saying "Boy, how I love to fuck this nice little face.... suck it, whore ! Deep-throat it!" shoved his cock between her lips, while the girl was gasping for air. He stabbed at her mouth a few times; he had done it before to other girls, he really liked the thick humours oozing from the mouth of a sickening girl. And he finally sent his cock all the way in, blocking her face there to have the tip of his shaft bounce on the back of her throat. It was enough to overcome her desperate resistance, for Claudia Hamilton was way too sick now; the girl began to burp and finally vomited, ejecting her dinner out of her tortured belly, around that cock still halfway in her mouth.

Wayne was really a sicko. Laughing hysterically, he began to pound his cock rhythmically in her mouth, kicking back some of her own vomit in her mouth; it was one of the most exciting things he had ever done, and finally he was unable to resist. When Claudia Hamilton had finished to empty her aching stomach, and her mouth was getting empty, he shot a good glob of cum over her face. Only the he let go her hair: her head fell down, Claudia Hamilton, exhausted, not being able to support it.

Finally satisfied, Wayne cleaned his cock from her vomit with the water nozzle, then came back to have another look at the way the monster cock of Sean was still splitting apart the unfortunate blonde’s ass cheeks. The young brother continued his obscene work for a good thirty minutes ; after the first really tough work, that was needed to shove his whole cylinder in her tight asshole, now it was going all very well, his massive black shaft having broken all her defences. It was an unbelievable sight, as the black trunk looked completely out of place between those lean, white buns, it was all out of proportion.

But still, out of sheer violence, Sean was able to pound her back tunnel with steady, rhythmic thrust that met no resistance from the girl, now definitely enslaved to their desires. He finally came, thrusting a final few times his cock to the hilt, making her groan in helpless pain, and flooding her bowels with a hot cum enema. Only then, Wayne came back, took the nozzle and gave her a thorough wash to clean a little her face of the dribbling vomit.

Claudia Hamilton finally fainted, was draped on ‘her’ engine block, tied again on all fours and then left to bake in the sun for a couple of hours. She awoke with a huge headache at 5 in the afternoon ; the sun was still high and warm, and she decided to keep her eyes closed, just hoping they would let her alone..... Christ, wouldn’t this horrible ordeal ever stop ?, she asked herself in despair. No, it wouldn’t stop, she thought, they still had plans for her.


Baking in the sun

 

Sometimes, when she heard someone approaching, she was hoping that someone would stop it, but usually they only wanted to pork her a little. All of them, while working on the dirty cars they were dismantling, made a short break to fondle her, and as a result, her upturned buns got a progressively darker colour, her snatch, at the end, being all smeared by oily dirt. And it was only 4 in the afternoon; when the dogs were tired enough and weren’t looking at her cum-covered body anymore, Mike came in front of her with a wily smile and looked at the beautiful blonde. He began to mock her "My, how are we dirty now, aren’t we?" And he walked behind her, looking with interest at her ass crack; as she expected, he dutifully passed his dirty hand between her thighs, that she was forced to keep open by the metal bar to which her ankles were cuffed, and two of his thick fingers found the opening of her vagina, and he explored it ruthlessly, in depth, for a while. He was a real jerk, and her body arched a couple of times for the pain; then he mumbled something and went away. Claudia Hamilton felt relieved, though she knew that somebody would happen soon, and nothing good.

Mike was back after a few minutes with a couple of spanners, and walked after her, in the yard. The girl, who was expecting him to rape her again, felt better seeing him just going to a huge tanker truck upturned behind a wrecked Buick and beginning to unbolt a wheel.

Wearily, the former blonde bombshell lowered her head again, trying to relax a little bit. The Black man was just working on the wreck, unbolting parts from under the huge chassis of the big Dodge, whistling, not even looking at her. She wasn’t aware of the cameras switched on her from three angles, running their tapes in anticipation; one was pointed at her face from the right side front, another at her ass from the upper half of her thighs to her back, a third portrayed her full figure in a full side view. Roy was handling the rear one, in fact, though she wasn’t aware of any other presence apart Mike’s, still spanning and cursing on some part of the truck.

The girl felt near happy thinking that the dogs weren’t there; the horrible animal rape was maybe finished, she was hoping. Closing her eyes, she tried to relax, maybe it was possible to have some sleep, even if the sun was quite hot now.

Hearing some heavy steps behind her, she instantly tensed up; but the man, the bulky Black dog-handler called Wayne walked past her and grinned at her alarmed eyes, that showed her fear of another rape. He went to the truck with Mike instead, and began helping him. They talked and laughed together; she wasn’t at ease, she feared something new from the two Blacks. From her humiliating position, she could see very well the ample back of the two delinquents, massive, muscle-bound heaps of bulging black skin that was now glistening in sweat. Both wore only a pair of oily, knee-cut Levis and sneakers, their chests were bare and trickling sweat.

They were always stinking of sweat, she thought in despair, and often of sperm, and booze.... she felt sorry for herself thinking of how they would be after such a dirty, heating work. Because she was sure she would have to take all of them again, that night; she definitely was her gang whore now, and thinking of what was coming next, of another night of rape, she felt sorry to have tried to escape. Maybe they’d really left her going by now, if she hadn’t been so nasty....

The two men had gone to work on the other side of the truck. After some heavy banging with a jackhammer, other parts were torn off the wheelarches of the wrecked tanker; black metal things covered in the oil-encrusted mud of the old Diesel tanker were thrown all over the yard, on the dirt.

Finally, the two men looked satisfied enough. They examined carefully the parts, took them and walked back to the garage, Claudia just hoping they wouldn’t have to fuck her again. She bent her head again, and shivered when she heard the heavy paces coming forward and then stopping. The four dirty sneakers were just in front of her.
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« Reply #5 on: June 02, 2009, 03:05:06 AM »
Porked again

 

It was Wayne who crouched before her and took her delicate chin between his thumb and forefinger, raising it to look at her face; she had learnt to fear him. But he liked her; although ragged by all the brutal rapes, she was still extremely beautiful, and he liked to see her that way, with her face plastered in dried cum, pale and openly suffering.

"So, how’s our little star? Going well now?" She couldn’t answer; she was thirsty, but the last time she’d say so she was filled with other sperm, and she didn’t want any of it anymore, so she keep quiet. "Okay, sis, we’ve thought that, as even the dogs apparently got tired of fucking you, a whore like you would feel perhaps a little alone... a little empty, maybe." The laughter of Wayne boomed cruelly all over the place. "Yes, yes. Of course we could sell you to a gang around here, but not now, we’ve got to use you a little bit more.... after those gang boys will get you, there will be no way to get you back. And in a week, there will not be much of you to take back anyway."

The words of Wayne made her feel sick. The menace was real, not a simple fake, they were cruel enough, and she’d been told of those gangs cruising around Southern California. Her eyes met, imploringly, the dark slits in Wayne’s face.

"Well, we’ve worked a little to give you some company, Claudia, but we’re proud of it. Looka this, sis!" With a nasty grin, Mike pulled out two parts they had taken from the wreck, and put them in front of her; the girl needed a few seconds to understand, and then felt lost yet another time again; tears began to roll down her face once again. They were showing her two huge, really massive black cylinders, and, as in trance, she felt Mike explaining that those were the shock absorbers of the wrecked truck, that they had dismantled for her.... for them, for a very special use on her, of course.

The dampers were of a very dark brown opaque colour, and, as Wayne put it (also to the benefit of Roy’s cameras) they had chosen those because they’d appreciate how much she loved big, black cylinders. "We could use a whole half shaft, man", he said "But we couldn’t find anything thick enough to fill this slut. So we got these, aren’t they thick enough?" They were, of course: thick as forearms, and she gagged at the idea that they would use them on her.... where?

Wayne passed a finger on one damper. Claudia was disgusted to see that the finger took off a thick layer of gunk and that the cylinder, under, was painted red; it was only that layer of dirt and encrusted oil that kept the dampers black. "My, our fingers got dirty enough, no?" "well," Mike replied, "We’ve got the way to clean a bit" and he bent beside her and began to handle her pendulous tits, groping both and effectively cleaning his hands a bit on her milky white tits, who got a fairly dark colour.

"Good idea, man" Wayne replied, "but there’s a better place, with water running!" and both got to ‘work’ between her ass cheeks, first groping all around there to have the skin darken and then fucking her pussy with their dirty fingers. The dirty area around her pussy and asshole was so obscene that Roy filmed it from several points of view for a good five minutes. After a few minutes, her crotch was dirty, her tits ached, every part of her was sore in one way or another and all her more delicate, more intimate parts were real filthy.


Raped with two dampers

 

Then, Wayne got behind her, and she knew he was about to do her something even nastier. She felt a cold part clutching on her gaping, battered cunt labia, and she knew what it was. Crying again, she tried to scream, she wanted to end it all, she didn’t want the huge metal rods on her cunt; in a way, having seen the dirt on those dampers was putting an even more unbearable strain on her. After having been raped so many times, she didn’t care so much about penetrations, now she was driven crazy by the idea that her tender, prized pussy, formerly one of the tools of her profession, the thing most men had dreamed to get and with which she’d teased them so much, was now being invaded by an old, oversize truck spare part all soiled in mud and Diesel oil.....

Her screaming wasn’t as loud as she’d wanted, her throat was sore and dry, but Roy filmed her distorted face all the same, when Wayne went in front of her, his big Black shaft fully extended and hard. "God, how I like to see this white cunt scream this way...." He muttered, looking at her face and getting near her, so his cockhead, swollen with desire, was now near her mouth. Yes,. he wanted a blowjob, she thought, I’ll do it now, so he’ll be satisfied and will forget to rape me with the damper.... Claudia Hamilton opened her mouth but the cock didn’t enter, it remained a few inches before her nose, Roy closing on it with the VCR; she opened her big blue eyes to see why he didn’t enter, and in that moment a large glob of thick cum erupted from the tiny pisshole, landing in an obscene string on her forehead and glueing her right eye shut with an enormous glob that painted all her eyelid and dropped slowly to her cheek. Using her face as a target, the Negro rifled other shoots of cum and finished spending the last bit on her lips.

He right eye hurted a bit, but she was happy he had done it, so he’d not be doing other things..... When she was thinking this, she immediately was aware of the fact that the hands that were still porking her from behind were still at it; Mike! The other pig was still there! And sure she heard his voice grumbling "Nice shot, man, now let’s see this one" and the next thing she felt was an unbearably rough thing scraping her asshole and pressing onwards. Claudia Hamilton began to scream again, but this time Wayne didn’t want any of it, so he took a very dirty oily rag and simply stuffed it in her little mouth, gagging her for good.

Thick tears ran down her cheeks now, mingling with the dripping Negro cum, while the torturer pushed the damper in her sore asshole. He pushed harder and harder, having her nearly faint form the pain, until the huge metal was two-thirds in, which meant it was in for a good 12". It was a very good show for those animals; and the Negro looked at it in real interest, then began to push again, achieving, at the end, a penetration of maybe 14", which left only a few inches out of her outrageously distended ass crack, like an obscene ‘tail’.

The Black delinquent looked at the raped asshole with satisfaction, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. Roy was still filming, and his cock was stiff like never before, or it seemed. Well, there was a cunt there, all prepared for the use..... He lowered his jeans, and his massive Black erection sprung out. He knelt between her spread legs; he’d fucked her holes several times in the last few days, but this time entering that pussy gave him a much more considerable pleasure. The object embedded in her anus made the pussy, raped so many times to be now quite loose and dripping, tight again, and he began to fuck her in anger, savouring the restored tightness of the blonde beauty’s pussy.

At first, he fucked her sliding inside her as much cock as he could, before hurting on the damper’s protruding mounting ring; a couple of times his pelvis bumped on it, though, and the bound girl emitted a strangled cry at the rough bumping of the metal cylinder in her.

The man got suddenly excited by this, and began to bump in the damper more frequently, then at each stroke, liking the clutching of his swollen cock inside the battered young pussy as much as her muffled painful grunts. Close-ups of her tear- and cum-stained face were carefully arranged by Roy, to have every spectator know that the girl being so cruelly raped was really the famous superblonde Claudia Hamilton; then he moved at her back and got a few close-ups of the damper sticking out of her asshole too, as of the shower of cum that Mike finally spewed all in her ass crack, letting it flow around the metal cylinder and down her battered pussy.

The Negro stood up, watching the sobbing girl still bound on the engine block, and said to Roy he had to ‘complete the work’; and the second dirty damper was therefore shoved with even more rudeness up her distended pussy. It was hard work, as the ass, being so full, had taken space off that tender pussy and didn’t allow too much distension; anyway he got it, and 11" of that filth-encrusted metal cock filled her cunt to her cervix, finally making her mercifully faint.

She remained there for a couple of hours, collapsed on the metal block, her ass crack widened so lewdly by the two dirt cylinders sticking out of it; and some heavy steps awoke her, who remained her in a state of shocked, numb despair. What could come now?


Human toilet

 

It was Sean, who came out of the garage door, looked at the blonde beauty and evidently appreciated the sight of the two dampers sticking out of her pussy and asshole. He walked in face of her; she raised her pretty face, distorted by the humiliation, and looked at her, muted by the rag still in her mouth. He slowly ripped the gag out of her mouth, and she couldn’t help thanking him for it. The fouls smell and taste of that oil was troubling her, but it was better now. She looked at the retarded giant and murmured, with imploring eyes, "please, take those things off me...."

The man had his limp, but still huge cock in hand and was holding it, pointing at her face. She raised it as much as she could, and, as they had freed her hands from behind, she could support her on her arms; her face could be raised almost to his crotch. She looked at him; the Black giant was obviously interested in her mouth again. Claudia tried to smile, inviting him, saying "Oh yes, I’ll suck you as never before.... I’ll give a great blowjob, but, please, take the things out of me.... please...."

Sean was now in front of her, and looked at her eyes. His cock was still a few inches higher than her mouth, but they could easily meet, and Claudia Hamilton struggled to raise her face a little bit more. She opened her mouth, waiting for the big cock to plunge in, ready to work on that cock the best she could.....

.... a stream of hot piss suddenly erupted from the cockhead, hitting her straight over her tongue. She couldn’t believe it: she couldn’t understand it at first, letting the stream invade her open mouth. Then she closed it, a trickle of piss getting off her lips and dripping on her chin, but the pissing continued, and her nice face was all washed with that Black man’s urine. The man had a large quantity of piss to give her, and emptied his bladder on her face with evident relief; then the Black colossus put the huge cock in his pants, zipped the jeans and went away, followed by the muted curses of the blonde.


Fist-fucked!

 

He wasn’t the only one, though; Marvin came and unbound her from the engine block, dragged the blonde bombshell to her feet and hissed in her face "This may have teached you that you don’t have to try to escape, cunt." Claudia Hamilton still had the huge dampers in her rectum and vagina; she pleaded to have them removed, but he didn’t think so.

Then he thought about it a moment, and a nasty grin appeared on his large, ape-like face; he muttered something to his brother, and he and Wayne pulled her under a rough tarpaulin, where there was the crumpled wreck of a 1989 Pontiac Bonneville. The girl was draped on the rough bonnet of the car, and her wrists were bound to a rear mirror, her ankles, spread wide, were held still by Marvin and Roy while Wayne sighed "At last you’re leaving me some freedom!" And motioned towards the defenseless girl, whose cunt whose now particularly well exposed, the dirty shock absorber protruding from her battered pussy. The man took the near end of the damper and wrestled it away from her pussy, having her cry in pain; he looked with a large grin at her pussy.

Just a few days before it had been a supermodel’s tight slit, only a very thin dark line traced in the middle of her blonde cunt hair; now, after days of rapes and abuses, was a gaping hole, whose battered labia hung, all red and sore, off her crotch and oozed white sticky liquid , oily debris, scum. It was a really obscene view, and he liked it; the gang-rape had transformed the snotty blonde in a cum-filled, debased sperm sink, and they still had other several good ideas. This was one; she looked in despair while the sadistic Wayne, having fitted two and then three of his thick black fingers in her genitals again, shoved his right hand in a jar labeled ‘Vaseline’, then got back to her cunt.

Then, suddenly, she understood, and, screaming, she tried to escape from that sadistic intrusion, but to no avail, as the two men were holding her easily pinned up and spread for the younger bro’. And Wayne didn’t have any mercy for her: the three Vaseline-smeared fingers disappeared quickly in her cunt, then a fourth, his thumb, the whole hand, then he pushed onwards slowly, until his fist was all inside and nearly half his forearm was in, too.

Wayne began pistoning Claudia Hamilton’s smashed pussy, fist-fucking her for good. God, Marvin thought, it was quite a show to see the gorgeous blonde actress trying to escape from that intrusion, and, bound as she was, being slowly impaled on that huge fist and forearm, while Wayne, sweating, was hissing "This will tell you it’s better not to try to play tricks with us, whore!".....

The fist-fucking went on for a few minutes, and both Marvin and Roy, switching the VCRs between them, spurted large globs of cum on her face while she was tortured that way. Finally, Wayne couldn’t hold it no more and removed his hand from the tortured hole and ran to shoot also his load on her red lips, leaving her pretty face all layered with spunk.

It had been a very good show, but now they had other things to do and they wanted her fully secured, so they had her kneel on a seat cushion with her back to the side of that same yellow ’89 Pontiac Bonneville. Swiftly, they locked handcuffs to her wrists and then passed long ropes through the cuffs and to the other side of the wrecked car. This way, she was crucified on the side of the Bonneville, her face level with their crotch: she knew what was coming next. And Marvin obliged, pissing immediately in her face and mouth, then it was Wayne’s turn, and during that long Sunday afternoon she was officially promoted to the status of ‘their open-air toilet’. Claudia Hamilton got therefore every other man there pissing on her face, or, a couple of them, in her mouth, having her open her full red lips at knifepoint.


Junior’s pet

 

Claudia was left alone a couple of hours, still crucified to the rusty flanks of the car but, mercifully, alone. Her whole body ached : she was feeling strained everywhere, and the ropes pulling on her wrists were really painful. But it was the stinging of her tortured cunt and assholes that really made her suffer : abused and outstretched, her once-prized orifices were now sore, painful and drooling cum. At least the dogs, who were crawling around in the sizzling heat, could not jump on her, as her position made it impossible, and she was therefore able to fall asleep.

The sun was beginning to set slowly when she was awoken by the sound of two pairs of boots tramping in the yard. Claudia saw that a couple of men was walking towards her, and pretended to be asleep again, her head hanging down, her dirty blonde hair surrounding her face.

The two stopped just before her. She kept her head down ; one thick metal-pointed leather boot moved from the ground ; it was pointed to her cunt, and the man, whoever he could be, stroked its metal point between her legs. The metal scraped slightly her already sore cunt lips, and she groaned. She heard one coarse laughter, that must have been Wayne’s ; the other man had a cough and a laugh too, but she didn’t recognise it. Instinctively, she raised her head and looked up, trying to see who was there : her dazed eyes met Wayne’s grin, and, standing beside the young Negro, she saw somebody she’d never seen, a scruffy white man in his late forties with a jeans jacket, torn slacks and an especially weird grin. He was looking at her nude body with undisguised lust, spit dripping from the corner of his lips.

Wayne said "Oh, our princess is awake at last ! Claudia, that’s a friend I want you to know. He’s Junior, our cess-cleaner. You know ? Even us, dirty niggers, have some man to clean their manure. Junior isn’t particularly bright, probably he’s even slower than Sean, I guess, but, boy, he likes good nice girls..... like you, Claudia." He turned to the man : "Isn’t she nice, Junior ? I told you so ! You can check her, if you want !"

She didn’t dare to protest, not even when the dirty white man crouched before her and looked straight in her eyes, grinning wickedly. He was holding a wrinkled magazine in his right hand, and he had it open to a special page : he looked at her, then at that page and grinned more widely, then turned the magazine to Wayne saying "You’re right ! This here is Miss Claudia Hamilton, no doubt !" He took her chin in her hand and pulled up her face. "Looka these blue eyes, man ! I know, she’s the original !" From there, Claudia could see the page of the magazine, a sleazy two-bit ‘celebrity’ gossip weekly that was a popular publicity vehicle for half-nude starlets. There she saw one picture of her taken a few months before, at a party, one tit being visible through her sheer and very unbuttoned blouse.

The man handed the magazine to Wayne, who said "Yes, man, I told you, no ?" Junior’s eyes were preying on Claudia’s superb and evidently abused body. Knowing the girl couldn’t defend herself, he planted both his rough hands on her thighs and asked to Wayne "and I can, really ?....." Wayne answered "Yes, yes, I’ve told you. The girl’s here for us, you know, and she’s good. I mean, she’s good to fuck. You see ? We have already had a good lot of fun with her, so you take a bite of it, Junior. Go ahead."

He didn’t need a second invitation : excited by the idea that she couldn’t react, bound as she was, he took his time first mauling her large breasts for good, groping her soft milk bags with both hands and hissing in her face " Oh boy, I’ve jerked off a few times at your nude photos, slut, and now I can make it for real.... so good, so nice hard meat....." His hands dropped to her waist, then to her buttocks ; pulling on her round globes he squeezed both, pulling him nearer to her and forcing her to kiss him, a long, wet, disgusting kiss.

His right hand left her ass cheek and passed between her thighs, searching for her crotch. He brutally cupped her pussy, fingering the outstretched opening of her fuck tunnel and saying to Wayne "Hey man, this broad is dripping juice even now ! She must have got so much cum to float a yacht, huh ?" Wayne laughed coarsely "Yes, yes, man, go ahead, I won’t leave you here all night long, you see." "Yes," the ugly white man panted to Wayne while inserting two fingers upwards in her pussy just to see her painful expression, her clenched teeth and shut eyes, "but from here, I can’t fuck the broad here...." "So what, Junior ? You’ve got only 20 bucks, her face is the only thing you’ve got to fuck then. If you find 30 dollars, I’ll let you fuck even her asshole, but now, just get some head from her. You’ve jerked yourself to death on the photos of her face, and I can tell you this slut gives great head. So don’t ask for her cunt, she’s been bored by Sean already so you’d pass a bus inside anyway, just fuck her face. She’s good at sucking cock. And you’d like to have her swallow some of your juice, isn’t it, Junior ?" "You bet, man !" the man quipped to Wayne, and, while the nigger walked back to the house muttering something about ‘calling Roy’, Junior got back to his feet, the dirty crotch of his slacks now level with the prisoner’s tear-stained face.

It wasn’t necessary for Claudia to look at it : the scratching sound of the slacks’s zip being lowered was enough to know that the man was ready. Next, she felt the stench of an ill-washed man’s crotch, the wet point of his half-limp cockhead bounced on her lips, and she tried her best to avoid it, turning her head to the right.

The man paid scarce attention to her attempt ; he dropped his jeans to the floor, jerked a few times his organ to make it harder while grasping a good bunch of her blonde long hair, and pulled on it until she began to scream ; the muffled cry from her dry mouth was muffled first by a backhander that the man gave her, then by the dick he stuffed between her lips forcefully. Then, he began to fuck her face : with steady movements of his hips, he began to send all his long, thin cock in her mouth. He put one foot between her splayed thighs, so his ankle was pressed to her crotch and belly, his knee pressing unmercifully between her large tits, gluing her forcibly to the car’s door, and his left hand held her hair while he jerked his cock with the right in her mouth.

No previous rape had been as lewd and disgusting as this one, Claudia was thinking, her head bouncing backwards to the door because of the force of his humping. The man was sick : the niggers had at least some kind of young horniness, that white sicko was really awful, smelly, and the idea he had jerked off on her photos before made him particularly disgusting.

But she could do nothing to stop him, couldn’t avoid his dick being thrown all the way in her gullet a few times and then inserted it in her nostrils ; he enjoyed it.

They were alone there, now. The man, after a few minutes of rude mouth-fucking, popped his dick out of her lips and crouched before her, his face now level with hers. She opened her blue eyes and looked at the wrinkled face of her latest rapist; she didn’t like the gleam she saw in his little eyes, and felt scared again.

Junior looked towards the house; nobody was around. He looked back at her and said "You know, Claudia, I didn’t imagine that such a snotty upper-scale bitch like you was ready to fuck and suck a whole gang of niggers…. You must be a great sow…. You’re a whore, really". She tried to protest, but when she opened the mouth to speak he stuffed two of his dirty fingers in, saying "You lick, now, whore, and say nothing or I’ll get real angry!" She had sucked so many cocks in the last few days that this wasn’t so bad, and began to lick his fingers while he turned them inside, exploring her oral cavity like he’d done with his dick before; when she had a gag reflex, he swiftly took a rag he had in his pocket and stuffed it in her mouth.

Puzzled, the blonde prisoner looked at him; her protests were effectively muzzled by the rag, and the man, with a ruthless grin, put both his hands on her tits and began to grope them. He squeezed her large white milk bags in anger, more and more cruelly, until, with a harder thrust, she emitted a strangled groan, and tears began to flow down her cheeks again. The man grinned and took both her nipples behind the thumb and forefinger of his hands, beginning to squeeze and then turn both, viciously.

The pain was becoming greater and greater, insufferable; one particularly vicious twist made her cry harder, and the man, sweating profusely, said "That’s better, cunt…. Come on, cry, spend those big tears…. I like to mingle my sperm with your tears, but I want plenty of them…." And squeezed harder, making her lithe body tremble and twist in the vain attempt to escape the torture.

He pulled hard on her left nipple, extending it for a good couple of inches; then he did the same with the other, but, as this action didn’t make her suffer as much as he’d liked, he came back to twisting both harder, enjoying the half-demented way she was crying, shaking her head and her body to escape the torture.

The man was sweating, and now was excited enough to get a proper erection. He suspended the torture and got back on his feet, then began to clutch his now hard cock all over her pretty, sweaty face. He took off the rag from her mouth, saying "Now it’s hard, slut, so work on it! And if I’m not satisfied, I’ll get back to your tits. I’ve got good teeth, you know!" and the menace of his teeth on her soft mammaries made her take it all in her mouth with the intention of working the now hard prick with all her skill to please him. It was only then that she saw Roy, crouching beside them, his VCR running another nice close-up.

Junior was really horny now, and was fucking her lips with great thrusts, uncaring if her head banged on the metal of the car’s door. Wayne, who had just returned, said something to Roy, and they laughed, then Wayne said to Junior "Hey Junior, how’d you like this girl we’ve got you?" The demented man pushed his cock all the way in her mouth, enjoying the sensation of her little nose sinking in his pubic hair almost as much as the warm wetness surrounding his shaft, and mumbled "Nice young slut, this one, and good to fuck, too…." Wayne said "I’d told you so, man"

When Junior said he was about to cum, and accelerated his frenzied face-fucking, Roy got nearer and also Wayne took a VCR from the other side : the man pulled at her hair and grumbled "Now open your mouth, whore ! I’ve got something for you ! ! !" and began to shoot cum all over her face, painting it all with sticky, dense sperm on her forehead, eyelids, cheeks and especially her lips and nose. Long string of cum laced obscenely from her hair to her extended tongue, and it looked like he had a gallon of cum to spend on her. When he declared he was ‘done’, her pretty face, once the symbol of fresh cuteness, was obscenely festooned in white globs dripping down, eyes glued shut by sperm, mouth spilling frothy white cum from the lower lip. Roy boomed a coarse laughter, saying "We’ll call this scene "The worst oral slave of the world" ! Boy, Junior, you’re famous for the truckloads of cum you spew, but this time it was a whole tanker, man ! !" But Wayne said "What about "Sperm Latrine" ? She’s not bad at swallowing...."
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« Reply #6 on: June 02, 2009, 03:21:04 AM »
The contract

 

Roy continued his filming, and a certain moment he was alone with her under that tarpaulin: having changed the cassette tape (it was maybe the fiftieth tape he had used until then, but he didn’t care, he had bought 200 stolen cassettes for 50 bucks a few days before) and he, too, took off his cock from his jeans. His dick wasn’t as long as Sean’s, but still was more than enough, always bigger than any other white cock she’d have to suck in the past; even limp, now, it was a huge curved black sausage that scared her, and disgusted the poor girl more than ever.

She was mildly surprised by the fact that Roy didn’t shove his cock in her mouth, nor, apparently, did want to spend some other urine on her body. In fact, he did have a task to accomplish, he had been appointed by the other brothers to arrange a ‘deal’ with her, and he was very good at this kind of work. Just in front of her, he sat on a huge wheel, his cock pointing down a few inches from her; the cameras weren’t filming, now.

"It’s better we have a talk, baby. I want to discuss your future. Your very near future." The girl listened more attentively, now. "What... what do you mean?"

"I mean, we’ve had some fun together in the last few days, but now it’s time we get rid of you. We had a family conference just a few minutes ago, and we examined a few proposals for your future." He paused for a moment, and she began "Oh, please, let me go...."

"Shut up!" Roy said, in anger. "We thought of several ways to dispose of you. The best and less risky, for us, would be to kill you, here, now, then have the dogs eat your meat and finally crush the remaining bones inside your car, once we put it in the press." She began to weep silently, tears rolling again down her pale, suffering but still pretty face. "This would eliminate any risk for us, and it would be all over in a few minutes. Clean." Another pause, to allow the girl to understand the horror of the idea.

"Another proposal is to sell you. You’re still fairly good meat, and the two bikers you’ve entertained a couple of nights ago were inclined to offer a nice little sum of money to get you for their gang. Nothing special, but then you would disappear in a gang of 15-20 bikers, and, as your gang whore, you would never be found again. Then, another option: a friend of us is a Mexican pimp. He’s always happy to buy good-looking blondes like you for his ‘field brothel’.... Well, maybe you don’t know what this is, so I’ll explain you that this mean that he takes one girl around Mexico and maybe in some Banana Republic countries down there. There are a lot of large building sites around those countries now, and in each one there are maybe one or two hundred men working in the jungle with no women in sight for miles, so he takes the girl there and have all the men fuck her one after another for 10, 20 bucks apiece. After they’d finished one site, they pass to another, and so on.... The girl gets pretty beaten up, at the end, so he finds someone to sell her in Tijuana or a place like that and he gets back to find another good-looking gringo girl for the next trip. He’ll buy you immediately, and even this would be quite easy, for us..... And maybe you would enjoy it. If you like cock, boy, you’ll get some, down there!"

Looking at the youth holding the cock in his hand, the stoned, horrified blonde asked "Why?.... Why are you doing this?" The Black youngster looked back at her and grinned. "Why? Because we can, honey. Because we have to get rid of a little piglet like you." She tried to ignore the ruthlessness of the answer, and said "No, why don’t you simply let me go.... I promise you, I’ll never tell anybody what happened here, I swear...."

"Well, I don’t believe you: you would immediately go to the Police, and we would be caught in a second." He paused again. "Maybe, if you collaborate and give us some sort of ‘insurance’ about the fact that you really would not go to the Police, as soon as we leave you, we could arrange something...."

"I’ll do anything you want, if you let me go back... please, I’ll do anything...." The girl, having seen an opening for escaping from there, tried to convince Roy that she was ready, that they could trust her.

"I’ll do my best, Claudia, to help you." He looked at her, and seemed genuinely concerned. "I’ll try now to sort out something for allowing us to let you out. But you’ll have to be really collaborative."

He went back to the building, where he announced to Marvin and Wayne "The slut is cooked enough, now. Is it okay for tonight?" "Yes, go ahead", Wayne grinned, and he walked back to the girl.

The Black youngster crouched in front of her and looked straight in her big blue eyes. "Maybe you’ve got lucky, Claudia, if you behave properly we’ll let you go. What you’ll have to do is to do a little ‘acting’, to create that sort of insurance for both us and especially you, my little slut. You see, we can use the footage of these days to be sure that you’ll never go at the Police to complain about this little week-end of fun we had together." "Fun?" She burst in tears again. "It’s three days that you.... you all rape and torture me, I’m feeling killed since days and you mean fun?" "Yes, it’s not been bad", he grinned, "if you weren’t such a nice white pussy, it wouldn’t have been so pleasant for us. We’d killed you already."

His cock was dangling between his hairy legs, bending to the floor like an oversize black snake. It was obscene, she thought, still listening to his words. "Well, the filming is, as I said, very good for you. I don’t want you to be hurt.... not too much , anyway. You see, many girls are raped and then killed, and my brothers aren’t bad, but sometimes they had weird ideas.... the best way to have them keep straight is to remember them that, if you are just raped, you’ll be okay soon and there will not be problems, we would enjoy, afterwards, to see you in TV. But if you get killed, there will be some Police harassment, and the tapes could be found, maybe become a proof against us in a trial.... so it’s better to avoid the risks, and they keep straight enough. You will be probably alive, after we’ve finished, only because of me. And of this tape."

The blonde actress was feeling even more scared. "Only for you.... and the tape?" She asked, meekly. "Yes, slut. It’s my work that keeps you in line for a nice exit from here." He grinned, and the horrified teenager saw, under the gold-rimmed spectacled that gave him a superficial air of intellectualism, the horny craziness of a real pervert.

"Yes, girl, because this videos make all my brothers know that we’ve made a trace now, and, if the Police find your body somewhere, the tape would be the main proof for our conviction. For life. And, by the way, that’s the only reason why we still haven’t sold you to the bikers." "No please, the bikers no!" She said, suddenly even more terrorised. "No, they’d kill me, I know!"

"Oh, yes", Roy grinned, and she saw he missed three upper teeth. "Yes, it wouldn’t be pleasant, I think. I’ve seen in some videos what they use to do to the girls they decide to snuff..... Well, you’ve been a princess here, I’ll tell you." The girl was sobbing again. After a few seconds she took her courage again and said "No, please..... and how much time do I have to.... I mean, to stay here? When will you leave me? I’ll not call the Police, I swear."

Roy was tired of crouching, so he stood up; his large black sausage passed on her face. He began to stroke it slowly in front of her beautiful, tear-stained face. "It depends on you, mainly." "Me?" She asked. "I’ll do whatever you want, honey, please, just let me go....." "Anything?" "Yes, anything.... anything, I swear".

The man grinned again. "Listen, baby: the tape is a good insurance for you, but I need it to be also a good protection for us. I mean, you could go home and, after a couple of days, tell the cops you’ve been raped, no? And they would bust us. For sure." "No, I won’t...." she tried to protest, but he silenced her. "Shut up! I don’t care for your stupid promises. I need action."

The explanation was simple, quick, and, for Claudia Hamilton, disgusting. "You’ll have to act a little bit.... well, maybe the part will not be very difficult to learn for a slut like you. Anyway, we need to have you show to the camera that you’re a whore. That you fucked us all willingly for a few bucks, and that money, not force, took you here." The girl looked at him in despair. "How can I do that? I mean, after all you’ve done me...." Her voice disappeared, but Roy was quick to the point.

"I’ll fix it while splicing all the tapes together, baby. Don’t worry. Just say if you want it: if you do it, we’ll let you free immediately. If you don’t, well, I can’t say when and if we’ll let you go. It’s not a bad idea, Marvin and my brothers are thinking, to keep a semi-permanent sex slave here. We can let you go, free, out of here, only after we have your taped declaration that you fucked everybody before the cameras for 50 bucks apiece. Then we’re OK. Otherwise, the bikers are only a phone call away......"


Claudia Hamilton on the streets

 

There was no choice, and she bowed to his ‘idea’. He walked to the building, and came back after a few minutes with Marvin and Wayne; they fixed with Claudia the terms and what she had to do and say.

Once she’d accepted, they had her wash thoroughly from all the filth she’d got from the men in those last days, mend the little bruises she still had and put a lot of cheap perfume and some make-up, but not too heavy to maintain her style even in this porn tape. The blonde actress was dressed like they thought was appropriate for the part of a cheap street whore: a skimpy pink minidress, two sizes smaller than would have been necessary and therefore tight and very, very short, no bra, no panties. A black garter belt with a pair of black fishnet stockings, just like the items she had worn during the last two days, gave ‘continuity’ to the story; they had her put on also red cheap leather pumps with a 4" heel. She was a perfect whore now, a cheap streetwalking slut.

They filmed the first hard-core scenes immediately, like she had been picked up from the street; it was 10 in evening, and Claudia Hamilton, surrounded by the five Black delinquents already naked and stroking their cocks in anticipation of shoving them in all her holes, was filmed while she stripped, taking off that lewd pink microdress. They gave her a large glass of whiskey, which was guaranteed to make her more ‘soft’, sensual, and lowered markedly her defences. Then, having only the garter belt and fishnet stockings on in front of the assembled group of Marvin, Roy, Mike, Sean and Wayne, she said that she hoped to be an actress in the future.... she was trying hard, now. But when she needed money, she’d fuck for it.

Yes, she had to say, smiling, in front of the camera, she was a whore, and, in fact, she would fuck anyone for 50 bucks. The video camera didn’t show the gun pointed at her to say this kind of things, and she continued answering to Marvin’s questions, admitting she’d also sell her asshole for another 50 bucks. No, she didn’t fuck with Blacks usually, only if she needed money..... of course. Swallowing? No problem, she was used to do as many blowjobs as they would pay for, special bulk price, 30 bucks. Then she made a short ‘show’ in front of the men, now seated on the couch and armchairs of their living room; having only her lewd underwear on, she leaned on the bed and followed Marvin’s orders, spreading her legs to show her wide-open pussy. It was a gaping, battered hole: she ‘explained’ to the men that it had been a very busy week, and she had taken a good number of dicks up there.

The men enjoyed it. Wayne shouted "I’d say you’ve got a little too many black bucks, I think, white cocks wouldn’t have smashed your fuck box like that!" They all laughed while she admitted that, yes, she’d gone to the ghetto a few times... it was easier to pick up johns, there. "A nice little ghetto whore, aren’t you?" Claudia Hamilton shook her shoulders, saying "Well, maybe.... only when I need money." Then she turned her back to the Black men, to show and open her buttocks. "You take it all up your ass, whore, isn’t it?" Wayne yelled again, and she replied what Marvin ordered: "Listen, honey, I’ve told you. You pay, you choose what you prefer to fuck. And I tell you, I can suck great cock."

Then she finally cashed 60 bucks for the camera from the first two men and knelt before them, beginning to give them both a good, long blowjob, keeping only her garter and fishnets on, showing her cunt and ass while the other three niggers looked at her back, stroking their immense erections.

From that moment on, it was a thorough gang-bang, Claudia just collecting money with a wry smile and letting them all fuck one after another her mouth, cunt and asshole. They sandwiched her in turns, from above, from below, they painted her pretty face white with so many layers of spunk that Roy began to fear he’d finish the tapes; Marvin had paid her 30 bucks more to lick his sweaty asshole, a disgusting feat she’d repeat on all the other bucks for the camera, then, for 100 more bucks, she finally was pissed on her face by all the five men circling around. Wayne and Sean were still pounding her ass chute in turns when, at 3 a.m., Marvin decided it was time to get her back to town and end it all.

At this point, they had her clean up again, putting on the make-up and lipstick the gang-bang had erased; she was dressed exactly as she was three hours before. She was shown the AR-16 assault rifle that Marvin legally held in the car, being promised to be shot if she tried some trick, and they pointed the cars to LA.

The cars had been chosen carefully: two brown, undercover cop-style 1996 Caprice Classics. In the first there was Wayne, looking for cops, in the second Marvin drove, Mike and Sean squeezed the young blonde between them on the rear seat and Roy, turned backwards from the front passenger seat, filmed her being ruthlessly porked by the two niggers during the whole transfer.

Finally, for the last part of their plan, they chose the place where they had to stage the last ‘set’; they chose the sidewalk of a small but fairly busy street in LA, in front of a wrecked building in a lousy, mainly Hispanic neighbourhood, and first they left Roy to prepare the cameras, then five minutes after, having got his OK, they forced her to get out of the car and stand, as a proper whore, on that squalid sidewalk.

Claudia Hamilton was spectacularly visible, all blonde and pink-dressed, tall and half-naked, under the only lamppost of the dark neighborhood; Marvin drove the car and Roy filmed her from the other side of the street, while Wayne, armed and looking a very dangerous pimp, stayed beside her, only a few feet away, to avoid hassles. Anyway, they wanted to put it clear that she was a whore, so they left her there for a while, and three cars with two or three men in each stopped asking for her prices. Shivering in shame and humiliation, she had to follow the orders of her tormentors, bending on the passengers’ window and accepting the verbal abuses of the white and Hispanic men in the cars; she’d been told to ask 100 bucks for each blowjob, so all of them sent the blonde to hell and drove away in a flurry of insults. A videocamera, handled by Mike, filmed her from behind, taking good upskirt shots, and several nice details, of the gorgeous blonde hooker bending in the cars.

Finally, Marvin and Roy decided it was time to move. They took Mike on board and approached the blonde prostitute. Mike, lowering the window, asked the blonde how much she wanted for a full night with him and ‘his brothers here’. She said she’d go for 50 bucks for each trick, mouth or cunt alike, but he wasn’t happy; he offered 30 dollars each trick, promising her that they’d made her rich before dawn. Roy, of course, was filming all of it from inside, recording also the dialogue. She protested, saying she was an actress, and that 50 bucks was a miserable sum, but Mike, shoving a large black hand in her cleavage, asked why she was there, if she was such a snotty white bitch, and she shrugged "Well, I need money to pay the rent, and I’ve no job now..... and when I’m in need, this is it." "Well, with us, at 30 bucks each cumming, you’ll get rich! We’ll give you so much cock that tomorrow you will be have enough to buy a new car, cunt! Climb here!" Sighing, the blonde at this point climbed on the old brown Chevrolet, that immediately accelerated away.

Marvin stopped the car just a few blocks after, near a large intersection. It was to end, now: but they didn’t want any hassle, so they dropped the blonde beauty there with a 20 bucks bill to pay a taxi "So long, honkey bitch", Wayne said, grinning, "have a nice time from now on. And remember: we’ll keep the tape for us, but if we ever feel that you’re making some fuss, we’ll send it to every porn shop in USA, and the pictures will be posted on the Internet, for free. It would not please your ‘Baywatch’ producers, no? You’d end up doing these loops for real. Be careful...."


The taxi ride

 

Claudia Hamilton nodded, and got out of the car, still not believing that they’d let her free, and began to walk uncertainly to the intersection. Suddenly, she was aware of being in a completely unknown part of the town, at 3 a.m., dressed like a cheap whore...... She was scared stiff of having other bad encounters, so she took all her courage and turned back, walked to the brown car and asked the men to help her.

"Please, be kind.... I’m scared. Could you please help me?" "Alright, slut", Wayne replied, "I’ll get you a cab. Come with me."

He walked with her to the large road, the three men in the Caprice controlling the situation. Luckily, a cab stopped after only a couple of minutes. Wayne called the man at the window, a large, burly Puerto Rican with a cruel grin not more than 20 years old, and showed him the blonde ‘whore’.

"Man, this girlfriend of mine has to get to a good customer, uptown. She will give you the address.... It must be somewhere near Beverly Hills, I think. And here", he lifted her microdress and shoved the green bill under the left thigh garter, "There’s 20 bucks for the fare. Okay?" The Puerto Rican was eyeing lustfully that incredibly beautiful blonde slut; Wayne, shoving the 20 bucks there, had purposefully shown her naked crotch to the man, and he had got a powerful erection. "Going to Beverly will be more expensive than that, senor. 20 bucks will not be enough...." "So what, man?" Wayne grinned, "If you want, you can get a blowjob instead. Care to get your cock sucked by a nice blonde whore? Think that, immediately after, she’d be paid ten times more for the same job by some upper-class dumb white asshole....."

The Spic grinned widely. "That’s fine, man. I’ll drive her there for a blowjob, that’s okay." It was the final outrage, she thought, but now she didn’t care so much, after all. She seated therefore in the lurid front seat of the battered Ford Crown Victoria, the hand of the taxi driver immediately getting to her left thigh to spread her legs a little obscene bit more. Wayne put his head in the window and said to the girl "You be good, I wait you at home with the money before tomorrow morning. And you", he said, suddenly menacing, to the taxi driver, "You better keep straight, okay? You get your cock sucked, and that’s it. I have your license number, I know where I can find you. And if the girl doesn’t arrive in time, I’ll find you and cut your throat. Claro?"

There was no doubt about it, the Black was a tough son of a bitch. The Purto Rican gulped, said "Of course, senor.... of course". And they drove away, slowly. They didn’t know that the brown Caprice followed them, and that, when they stopped in an alley, Roy filmed them fumbling a little, her head going down, a few minutes of its blonde head bobbing on his belly, then she getting seated again. Roy was really happy, now: he already had in his dirty mind all the script, and the scenes already filmed, for the ultraporn video he’d edit in the next few days.

First scene: Claudia Hamilton climbing on that taxi and working on the alley; then Claudia Hamilton on the sidewalk, the dealing with the johns in several cars, she being hired by the niggers in the Caprice. Then the drive home with the continuous porking in the car, her arrival already half-naked, the declaration that she was a whore, the strip, some obscene dialogue, tongueing and necking with the bros while she got dollar bills in her garter’s elastic band, some long shots of her voluptuous naked body; and then the gang-bang, the sandwiches, the anal intruding of all of them, Sean included, the continuous shooting of cum on her face, pissing, everything, a final shot, that he had carefully prepared, where her beautiful face was targeted by Wayne’s and Sean’s cocks and covered in long, obscene strings of thick cum.

The taxi driver and the blonde girl in the taxi didn’t know they were watched and filmed; for the five brothers, it was a perfect end to the video they were producing. For her, it was just the end of the ordeal; her mouth sticky again with that PR sperm, she got out of the taxi at 4 o’clock, and walked uncertainly up a little street. It really wasn’t her real address, he was looking at her, she knew: only when she stopped and pretended to enter a condo, she felt the cab driving away. She sighed, in sufferance; turning away, she walked towards the opposite direction. It was a mile-long walk to her flat, but now that it was all over, she felt so relieved that even walking wasn’t such a bad thing. Now the hard thing would be to forget all those horrible days..... if it was possible.


Aftermath

 

After the first few hours, Claudia regained her control. It was Monday, and the first filming session wouldn’t begin until Wednesday, so she had a couple of days to recover; but she also had a minor stroke of luck, as the secretary of the producers of the TV series called her Tuesday to inform her that the appointment was postponed to the next Monday for ‘technical problems’. This delay would have made her furious, now she was extremely happy, because this allowed her some more time to mend her bruises and cure her body.

Only a few friends, a couple of men and Ginger Johnson, called her to ask where she’d been the weekend, and she answered evasively, leaving the idea she might have had a sexual adventure somewhere..... which, she thought sadly, was more than true. But Wednesday she felt already well enough to venture out of her flat; with a large sweater, a faded pair of baggy jeans and a ponytail, her blue and still irritated eyes concealed behind a pair of stylish sunglasses, she descended to the grocer store to buy some food.

Her legs were beginning to move well now, after the days of imprisonment. Maybe she could use her bicycle, but decided against it, it was far better to have a short walk and relax. She bought some food, and, at the pharmacy, creams to mend the little bruises left on her body. It was quite good to see that all the abuses of those days had left very little marks on her perfect body; only the savage blow of that biker’s nightstick on her back had left a mark, otherwise she was visually OK. Her sex was quite a different matter; the vagina, so badly abused, was still wide-open, and the asshole ached wildly. He bought an anti-hemorroidal ointment, and, once at home, relaxed again, reading newspapers. A couple of nights of good sleep, favoured by sleeping pills she had at home, followed, and made her feel quite well.

Thursday, she decided to go downtown. The trauma had passed; now she felt it like a distant incident in the past, and she was ready to begin to live her life again. Claudia looked healthy and beautiful as she had always been; walking down the stairs, she looked at the mailbox, and saw some stuff inside.

There were a few envelopes: one was without any caption and just plain yellow, a padded commercial envelope. She opened it, puzzled, and recognised immediately the keys of her old Ford. Her heart began to beat faster: the car, in fact, was parked just in front of her door. Nobody was around, she walked to the car and put a hand on the engine hood; it was cold, the car must have been brought there many hours before.

She opened the door. The car had been washed, cleaned; it started perfectly, better than when it was new. The tank was full. Like she was in a dream, she checked all the car; they had returned it perfectly sane, and this gave her a sort of a heartbeat.

Then she thought of looking at the documents; she opened the glovebox. Over the papers, there was a videocassette. Her heart began to pound heavily; she shut the engine, took the cassette, which had no label, and ran to her flat.

Trembling, she shoved the cassette in her VCR, and turned on the TV. Before her horrified eyes, the TV displayed the titles: "Claudia Hamilton needs money." And the first scene was of her hooking on the streets, then of her being picked up for the blowjob in the taxi, and then the niggers arrived and picked her up, and then again everything she’d already lived a few days before..... While the TV showed her ordeal, nicely edited in a lewd ultraporn movie, Claudia began to weep wildly, hopelessly, desperately. It was impossible to bear, and still she watched all of it, stoned again by all the nasty things they’d forced her to do; and she knew that, in the tape, she didn’t look like the victim of the rape, but a willing whore.

The video was nearly one hour long. At the end, looking at her own spunk-covered but undoubtedly smiling face, she simply collapsed, fainting on the couch.

A telephone ring awoke her half an hour after. "Hi, Claudia. Nice to hear you." She had no trouble to recognise Roy’s thundering voice, and asked "What... what you want from me? Why did you do that cassette?" The man laughed. "Relax, girl, we’re not planning to release it.... Not now, at least. We’ll keep it for us.... well, maybe for some other friends, but it’s not for public sale. If you behave well, of course." She was broken. Tears in her eyes, she said "And now? I’ll not call the Police, but...." "That’s okay, Claudia, we appreciate that. Ah, and Saturday night we’ll like to invite you for a very special dinner at our house.... you know, you’ve been there before, isn’t it? I’ll wait you at 7 p.m. at the end of Sunset. Come with your car, alone. Okay?"

She had to go: and once she’d go back there, she’d been finished, forever. She knew it. The nightmare that she was hoping to have left behind her, in fact, had probably just begun......
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