15 comments/ 206925 views/ 100 favorites Turning Out Angela By: Rorshak Angela waited patiently on the stairs, keeping her back straight, as she'd often been nagged to. It was only five blocks from the St. Mary's Catholic school to her house, but she wasn't allowed to walk around on her own, not in the city. She shivered a little in the cold and pulled her jacket tighter around her. This was one afternoon when she was grateful for the thick school jacket and long woolen skirt. Her Uncle Mario's Cadillac approached and she walked down the stairs, not rushing, walking, like a lady, and then halted as the fancy car pulled up beside her. She opened the door and got in heaving her heavy bag across the seat into the rear. "Hello, pretty girl," Uncle Mario smiled. Hi, Uncle Mario, she smiled back. "Did you have a nice day at school?" "Okay," she shrugged. "This is a real fine school," he chided. "You should be very glad every day that you get to go here." "I am," she said. He pulled out onto the street and headed for her house, talking about his wife, (her aunt) and her bad back and how she was always complaining about it, and about her most recent trip to the doctor. Angela nodded and smiled at all the right places, not at all interested in her hypochondriac Aunt's back problems. Three minutes later the car rolled up in front of her house and she got out, thanking her Uncle for the ride. She walked up to the front door and rang the bell. She had no key, because, her father said, she had no need for one. Her Uncle waited until her mother opened the door before pulling away. "Hello, baby," her mother smiled, hugging her and kissing her on the cheek. "Come on inside... How's your Uncle Mario doing?" "Fine," Angela answered automatically, "Aunt Edwina is having back trouble again." "Oh, poor woman." The flesh jiggled on her mother's round face as she shook her head in sympathy. She bustled past her, towards the kitchen, while Angela carried her school bag upstairs to the small bedroom she shared with her older sister Gina to change out of her school uniform. She carefully hung up her jacket, and then took off her shirt and put it on her bed. She removed her long skirt and hung that up, and then took off her black shoes and placed them neatly in the closet on the floor. Lastly, she removed her underwear. Angela did this although; it made very little sense to her. Her mother insisted she wear "good" underwear outside the house, and wear the older underwear at home. Therefore, once she was home she had to change out of the "good" underwear, even though it was going into the laundry hamper with her white school uniform shirt anyway, and put on "old" underwear. She put on her "old" panties and went to get her nightgown. All of her underwear, both the "good" and "old", embarrassed her terribly because it was so ugly and old fashioned. Her big white bra looked like a medieval restraining device, but it was the perfect match for her thick and heavy white cotton granny panties. They covered her almost completely. She'd been ridiculed for her underwear by both her classmates as well as her older sister Gina. She put the underwear on top of her shirt, to be carried to the hamper, and then went to the dresser drawer that held her underwear and pulled out an "old" pair of panties and a bra. Then just before putting them on, she daringly, and with an eye on the door, went over to Gina's full-length mirror and looked at herself. She seldom had the opportunity to really look at her body. Either her sister was there, or she didn't have the time, or her mother was bustling in and out. Now, nervously, she shook her long, thick curly hair aside and gazed at her nude body. Her face, she was familiar with, round, and pretty, with a look that could be interpreted as anything but Italian. She had, on occasions, pretended to be Spanish, though, just for a change. Her hair was a gleaming shade of auburn, thick, loose curls dangling over her ivory white shoulders, and down her back over her shoulder blades, to the top of her firm young ass. Her body, her naked body, made her nervous as she gazed at it. Her parents both frowned on any amount of nudity, deliberately keeping the light in the bathrooms dim and teaching their daughters to change clothes as quickly as possible. At night, she would strip down to her underwear, pull on the heavy, ankle length nightie, and only when her chest was covered would she remove her bra. Then she would lower the nightie until it covered her full hips and then slide her heavy panties down and off. In the morning, she would reverse the process, first pulling on panties, and then raising the nightie high enough to strap her on heavy bra. The only time total nudity was acceptable was during bathing, which was done once a week only. The rest of the week, she took sponge baths, only baring the part of her body, which she was washing as she washed it. Therefore, because of her Italian family's extreme strictness and her parents almost fanatical rules regarding nudity and sex. Angela was always embarrassed and extremely self-conscious, as she stood there before the mirror naked. The afternoon light was bright, and it seemed somehow...indecent, to be standing here like this. Her body was full grown, even if her parents did treat her like a child. She had full...in fact, uncomfortably large breasts. They were now actually size 38 DD, and she did her very best to conceal their huge size wherever she went. Her parents encouraged this, of course. Though they never said it, it was almost assumed that people would think of her as less virtuous and wholesome and possibly a slut if they were to notice her large chest. Her waist, by contrast was extremely narrow, and her hips and bottom were just as ample and well formed as her ample breasts. There were lots of people at school and people on the street, who at first glance thought Angela was on the fat side. This was because the loose, thick clothes she wore tended to be pushed out by her very large, heavy round breasts, as well as her other extremely feminine curves. Tighter better fitting clothing would, show off her voluptuous figure. Angela waited for her Uncle again the next day, and waited longer, because he was late. She was patient; however, sure that he had his reasons. Finally, he pulled up and she walked down the stairs and got in the car. "Hello, pretty girl," he smiled. "Hello, Uncle Mario." "Waiting long?" "No, not long." "Your aunt wants some special cream for her face. I've been to five pharmacies so far and still ain't found it." "There's a pharmacy two blocks away." "I know I'm going to stop there on the way to your house." "Want me to go in!" "Oh no, you just wait in the car. I won't be long." He pulled the car over to the curb and got out. Angela watched him cross the street and enter the pharmacy, then turned her head to watch the pedestrians walking by on her side. The driver's door opened and she turned to smile at her Uncle, and then gasped in shocked fear as a tall, heavy bodied black man glared at her. "Get the fuck out bitch," he snarled, as he started the engine. She stared in shock, unable to move. He turned to her again, and then his frown turned to an evil smile as his eyes moved up and down. "Okay, you can stay," he leered, shoving his foot on the gas and sending the car lurching forward. Angela's mouth was wide in shock, and then she suddenly came out of her daze and fumbled at the door. The black man reached over and grabbed her by the hair, jerking her back towards him. She screamed in pain, grabbing at his wrists. "You just stay put, baby. I'll tell you when you can step out," he snapped. He let go of her hair and she jerked away, gripping her aching scalp and staring at him in fright. It didn't occur to her to disobey. Not only did she always do what she was told but also she was frightened out of her wits by the man. He was big. He was a criminal, and he was black. Everyone knew blacks were all vicious killers. Who knew what he might do to her if she disobeyed? Besides, she realized, the car was moving so fast she'd probably kill herself if she jumped out now. Then she remembered the other thing that everyone said about black men, how they lusted after white women. Now her fear became more pronounced. Surely, he wouldn't... No, he couldn't. She hugged herself tightly, watching the people on the sidewalk outside with desperation, as if she could somehow communicate telepathically and have them call the police. She looked around for a police car. Surely, there would be a police car somewhere that she could signal for help. The car kept moving, making a number of turns. She had no idea where they were, or where they were going. The neighborhood did not look very nice, though. She saw a large building with all burned out windows, and a hug pile of rubble next to it. She saw more vacant buildings, then a slouching gang of black teenagers. This was a black neighborhood! Surely, she would be killed here. No, raped and killed. They would find her body... naked. Strangers would look at her naked body lying stretched out on a road or in an alley. They would take pictures of it! She sniffled in fear, turning her now terrified eyes on the black man as he drove the car now. Dying now would have some dignity. She grabbed at the door handle and jerked it open. The door opened and she started to spill out, but the man's long arm reached out and his hand gripped the collar of her jacket, dragging her back inside again. "Where the fuck you think you're going', bitch?" he snarled. "Let me go! Let me go!" she screamed. "Shut yer fuckin' mouth!" He jerked her over against him, forcing her face down into the seat next to him, then turned another corner and stopped. He got out of the car and dragged the terrified teenager behind him. Angela looked around wildly, hoping to see a police car or something. She found nothing but heavily spray painted brick walls, empty windows, and garbage and bricks all over the ground. They were in some kind of abandoned building, or next to one anyway. The big black man dragged her up to a boarded over doorway, then roughly jerked a big piece of plywood to one side and thrust her through. He followed and she whimpered in fear as he shoved her over to a filthy mattress that sat on the floor, and then turned her around to face him. His face was evil and his gold teeth showed as he leered at her. "What's your name, baby?" he growled, his hand moving through her hair. "A...Ang...Angela," she gulped in terror. "Angela, huh?" He gripped the lapels of her school jacket and pulled them apart, then licked his lips as he stared at her white blouse. "You got some set of big white titties there, Angela, baby," he said. "Please let me go," she whimpered. "Sure...after." "Please don't hurt me," she gulped. "Ain't gonna hurt you, baby long as you do what you're told." "How old are you, pretty lil' Angie?" "I...I...I'm...Eight...teen... almost n...nineteen," Angela whimpered. He shoved her jacket back over her shoulders, then slid his hands around her head and jerked her violently forward, crushing his lips down on hers. Angela's cry of alarm was muffled as she struggled fearfully against the huge man. His lips were mashing down with bruising force, and, to her utter shock, she felt his tongue shoot into her mouth. She sobbed in terror and struggled to twist her head away, her hands clawing at his face. He drew back with a snarl and slammed his fist into the side of her head. She staggered back and fell onto the mattress, gasping and moaning in pain and fear. He stepped over her, straddling her body, glaring down hatefully. She saw a long, sparkling knife in his hand and caught her breath in abject terror. "You want me to cut your guts out, slut?" he snarled. "You don't do what I tell you I'll cut you into little fuckin' pieces!" He dropped down to his knees, still straddling her. His hand shot out and grabbed a thick handful of her hair, jerking her head up and back, exposing her throat. The knife came down against it and pressed sharply, making her shake and tremble. "I'll cut you from ear to ear, bitch," he hissed. "You better fuckin' do what I tell you. Got that?" "Ye...ye...yesssss," she sobbed. He took the knife away, and then slapped her face hard. He brought his hand back again, slapping her in the other direction. Then he gripped her white blouse and tore it open. Buttons popped free as he exposed her bra clad upper body, and Angela could only sob weakly and moan in pain. He snorted at the sight of the big white bra, then slid his knife under it and sawed it in half between the big cups. They parted and her naked breasts were exposed to a man for the first time in her life. "Maaaaaan!" he groaned. "What a fuckin' set of titties!" His hands cupped her creamy fat round tits, digging into the soft flesh, squeezing and kneading them repeatedly, mashing them together, then forcing them up into hard, round balls of flesh. He bent and began to lick and suck on each breast, growling and slobbering over them wetly as Angela lay there in horror and fright. She did not dare to offer any further resistance, not with the memory of the knife pressing against her throat so clear, not with the pain in her cheeks and the taste of her own blood on her lips. He slid his pelvis down her body as he lowered himself atop her. His hands and mouth worked feverishly on her big breasts, squeezing, pinching, sucking, biting, and licking the two round mammaries until they were sore and aching. His hand tore the snap of her skirt, and then he straightened up. He leered at her again, and then gripped her skirt and stood up, tugging her skirt up with him, forcing her legs up as the skirt slid down them. Then he flung the skirt behind him and she lay there with only her heavy white cotton panties to protect her virginity from this awful black man. She sobbed in misery and helpless fear, knowing he was going to rape her and steal her precious cherry, knowing that her chastity for all these years had been in vain. He stood over her with a big white grin, removing his shirt, then undoing his pants and jerking them down and off. She gasped in new fear, putting her hands over her mouth as she saw his huge black cock. It was not soft at all, but long and thick, pointing out like a weapon. It looked as thick as her wrist, and as long as her forearm. He straddled her again, a foot on either side of her hips as he held his cock and stared down at the prone girl. "This is for you, white girl, so don't forget to say thank you afterwards," he growled. He bent and gripped her panties, and then tore them off, exposing her trimmed brunette pussy, her most private of privates. She whimpered and sobbed as he snickered and lowered himself atop her again. He tore her legs open, and then slid his naked black body onto hers. His hard cock lay between their bellies, squeezed and rolled between them as his mouth sought and found hers and his hands groped her breasts and pussy. He ground his body down against her, forcing his tongue into her mouth once more as he crushed her fat titties in a painful vice-like grip. For Angela, the horror only mounted. She was appalled to feel a man's flesh against her own, especially his...his thing pressed against her belly. The big black man was lying between her legs, where only her husband should one-day lie, and his hands were making free and violent use of her breasts. It was impossible for the innocent young girl to take it all in. It was just too shocking. Her head was in a daze from the violent emotions blasting through her. Never could she have imagined she would be so humiliated, so brutalized, and yet it was only just starting. The ugly black man continued to force his big dark lips down on hers. He was the first man who had ever kissed her on the lips, and so her shock was all the worse as his tongue kept stabbing and flittering around inside her mouth. His heavy body crushed her beneath it as he rolled from side to side and ground his body down onto her. His hands slid over her breasts, then down between her legs, cupping, squeezing, and fingering her sex, pinching her pussy lips and stabbing at her cunt tunnel. He twisted her over and slapped a hard hand onto her plump round ass, squeezing it with perverse pleasure as he pressed himself into her, then he rolled over, taking her on top, his hands squeezing and mauling her smooth ass cheeks as he now shoved his tongue into her mouth. He rolled again, so he was on top, delighting in the softness of her flesh. He reached down and gripped his thick cock, then pressed it against her slit, trying to jam it in. She whimpered with new strength, and tears flowed faster, but try as he might he could not jam his cock into her. Cursing, he rose to his knees and gripped her thick thighs, jerking them wide, exposing her tight dark slit to his eyes. He shoved a finger against it, punching it through her pussy lips and down her hole. She screamed in pain and sobbed even louder, her face twisted in a grimace of agony and misery. He growled in anger at how tight she was, then gripped her thick hair and forced her up into a sitting position. He shuffled forward on his knees and pressed his cock head against her mouth. Her eyes bulged and she clamped her mouth shut. "Suck my cock, bitch," he snarled. She stared at it, petrified, but kept her mouth shut. He slapped her face hard, and then slapped it again, then again, then again. Back and forth, her head jerked as his open hand cracked into it. Then he gripped her hair and twisted it sharply, making her cries out in pain. He jammed his big cock head through and pulled her face forward against him. "Okay, whore, now suck it," he snapped. "Suck it! Suck it!" He slapped the side of her head to punctuate each demand, and the stunned girl began to suck on his cock, sucking like a baby would on a bottle, or like she would a straw. She knew no other way, she had heard some hurried, whispered rumors about oral sex, but knew nothing about it, really. The very notion was disgusting and revolting, so she hadn't bothered to inquire much. Now the big black man's dirty cock was choking her, filling her mouth with its foul scent and taste, and the man tore at her hair in anger as she did her best to sick it. "You call that sucking? What kind of stupid bitch are you?" he snarled. "Lick it, whore. Lick it!" Again, he slapped the side of her head, making her ears ring. She pressed her tongue against it and licked desperately at the head. "Yeah, that's it, slut. Lick me," he growled. Desperate to stop him hitting her she licked the head as she sucked. He held her hair in his hands and pumped his cock in and out of her mouth, calling her filthy, obscene names the whole time. Then he shoved her back flat and moved backwards. He pressed his spit-wet cock head against her pussy, rubbing it up and down her slit. He peeled her cunt lips wide, drawing a sharp cry of pain and misery from the stricken teen. Angela felt herself pierced, with a heartsick misery, the big black cock going into her body. She knew there was nothing she could do, that she was going to be disgraced before God, robbed of her virginity, and numbed grief settled upon her. She lay unmoving, whimpering, and sometimes gasping and crying out in pain as the man forced his huge black fuck stick deeper and deeper. She felt the thick tip of the intruder pressed against her cherished barrier and then, she heard the black man curse in amazement. She had a forlorn hope that maybe he would stop, but it was dashed as he laughed in amusement. "A fuckin' virgin! Who'd believed a big tittied little white bitch like you'd still have her cherry! Well I'll take care o' that shit for your pure white ass right the fuck now my hot lil' bitch!" Turning Out Angela He began battering his cock head against her hymen, stretching and straining it as he worked the front part of her pussy tunnel open. Then he suddenly thrust hard, putting all his weight behind his monster cock. It ripped through her cherry in a blast of pain and a cry of agony, and then drove deep into her guts. She felt impaled on the big spear of flesh. Her eyes and teeth clenched in agony as she shuddered in helpless despair. Never had she imagined she could feel such pain from inside herself. The big black man chuckled in amusement, and then drew back and thrust forward again. He dove atop her, crushing her breasts against his chest as he mashed his lips down on hers once more. His cock sank to the hilt in her trembling belly as he ground himself into her. He raised himself on his elbows, gripping her hair as he grinned down at her. "Didja like that, my pretty lil' white girl? Yeah baby girl... You should be happy as fuck cuz' you got it all now... Yeah you got a great big black nigger cock all up in your lily white pussy." He beamed down at her as he rolled his hips from side to side and ground himself into her soft underbelly. "Say I love it, you lil' white trash bitch!" He snarled. "Tell me you fuckin' love it, you dirty lil' cracker slut!" "I...I...I...I...looooove iiiiiiitttttt," she sobbed miserably. He laughed and ground his hips some more, his big black cock twisting around in her guts. "Say... Fuck me good and hard...you big strong nigger stud...Say it!" "Fu...fuck me... yo...you b...b...big strong...Ni...nigger," she whined in shame and humiliation. Angela panted in discomfort, gasping for breath as the world reeled around her. "AAAAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!" she wailed, as he jerked his cock back and punched it in with a savage stroke. Her head smashed back and her body shook in pain as he laughed and bit the side of her throat. His ass began to rise and fall as he fucked into her, his long thick tube of dark male fuck meat sliding in and out of her tight, straining pussy lips. Her feet jerked, twitched, and flopped as he drove his huge black cock down into her helpless body. Her hands lay helplessly above her. She was naked, shivering, trembling, and sobbing in fear and sorrow as the big, cruel black thug made free use of her virginal young body. She felt his huge, black cock straining and stretching her pussy tunnel, felt, for the first time in her life, the movement of a mans cock inside her belly, felt it stroking against the walls of her pussy, felt it jabbing against the very bottom, the very base of her cunt tunnel, perhaps her womb. Her only remaining hope was that he would not kill her when he was done. That he would give her back her clothes and set her free, and that she could somehow convince people that nothing had happened, that she had perhaps, driven off on her own. Her insides ached so much she thought he must have torn her apart inside. Perhaps she would bleed to death now. He growled like an animal as his body rubbed and ground against her, and his hands continued to mercilessly mash her big fat titties together and stroke roughly up and down her body. They jammed underneath her and cupped her firm round buttocks, yanking her upwards to meet his strokes, increasing the pain and the force of his terrible piercing thrusts. He began fucking her harder and harder, thrusting in faster and faster. His breathing became harsher and more ragged as his hands yanked her against him with renewed savagery. Then he let out a long low grunt of pleasure, a short growl, and his brutal rutting and humping slowed and finally halted. Angela knew he had finished. That filled her with both hope and nausea. Hope, that he would now let her go, and nausea that he had spilled his seed inside her womb. Then there was fear, fear that he would kill her now that he was done violating her. He sighed in pleasure and smiled down at her, sliding his hands over her face, and down along the side of her neck. "What a fine, fuckin' piece of young white ass," he sighed. He sat up and pulled his softening cock out from between her cunt lips. He began to dress, as Angela gingerly cupped her sore pussy and sat up, examining herself for mutilation or blood. She looked around for the first time, now that her eyes had adjusted to the darkness. They were in a small hallway of some kind, filthy, with garbage everywhere. There was only a little light, coming from windows high up on the wall. The big black man knelt beside her suddenly, and she immediately forgot her surroundings. "P...please let me go," she begged him desperately. "I won't tell anyone what happened or what you look like! I promise!" Angela pleaded with her attacker. "I' ma not gonna be letting fine white pussy like this get away, no siree!" He snickered and grinned as he cupped her pubic mound. "It's just gonna be worth too damn much baby girl." She was trying to understand what he meant when he roughly rolled her onto her belly. He pulled the jacket and shirt, and the remains of her bra off her shoulders, and then he pulled her hands up behind her. He tied her wrists together at the small of her back, then gripped her by the hair and one arm and dragged her to her feet. He held her by one arm as he pushed her towards the plywood opening. "My...my clothes," she gasped. "You won't be needing any," he sniggered. He pushed her outside, and Angela gasped in shock to find herself outside naked. She squinted her big green eyes in the bright sunlight as the man half walked; half dragged her towards her Uncle's car. He unlocked the trunk, then shoved her roughly into it and slammed it down on her. Again, she was in darkness. The car started, and then began to move. Angela moaned in terror and misery, trying to free her wrists from the tight, pinching knots. The car drove over rough roads, starting and stopping. Ten minutes passed before it stopped. The engine cut out and she stared up at the roof in fear, wondering what would happen when he let her out. She imagined they were by the side of a road somewhere and she was going to end up in the proverbial ditch. The trunk lifted and again her eyes were forced to blink and squint in the bright sunshine. He reached in and pulled her out by the arm, then marched her across a concrete floor. They were in a large building, some kind of warehouse or other. It was abandoned, with all the windows broken out. There were some chairs and tables scattered over on one side and to Angela's absolute horror, at least a dozen people were sitting around there drinking and talking. She struggled helplessly, trying to turn around, to run away, but the black man held her easily, dragging the whimpering girl forward until they were in the midst of the group. "Hey, Cletus, what ya got there?" one of the black men drawled. "Got me some fine fresh white pussy," the big man chuckled. "Nice tits on her," someone said. "Nice pussy too," Cletus drawled. "Where'd you find it?" another man asked. "It came with the car." Angela stared at the concrete below her feet, mortified beyond measure. She wished now that he had killed her. This was worse than being dead, worse than anything. He gripped her hair and forced her head up, and she was forced to see the group before her. They were not really men, she saw, or at least, not all of them. At least half were not much older than she was, and there were a few women there. The presence of the women somehow embarrassed her even more, especially since they were sneering and snickering along with the males. "Bet she was whining and squealing like a stuck pig when you rode her," one of the men said. "She was a fucking cherry, Dawg, you better believe her lil' white ass squealed." Cletus said. "No shit!" "How about that." "What you gonna do with her?" "Train her fine white ass to work the streets for me, Cletus said, as if it were obvious. "You ain't never gonna be able to properly train this young ass little white bitch, Cletus baby," one of the women, snorted. "Oh yeah Shaniqua, you just watch me bitch," Cletus growled at her. "I wouldn't mind tearing me off a piece of that lily white ass Homey," one of the black guys said, as his dark hateful eyes roamed all over her lush, voluptuous naked body. "Y' all can get as much as you want, my nigga's!" Cletus said excitedly. "It's a fuckin' free introductory offer, no charge at all for any of my homies," he sniggered. "Hot damn!" someone breathed excitedly. "C'mon y'all let's get her fine white ass up on the table y'all," another one growled, getting to his feet. Cletus led her up to a cheap wooden table and turned her around, then shoved her back against it. She was soon surrounded by a dozen grinning black faces as Cletus laid her on the table, her ass up at one edge, her legs wide apart. Tears trickled down from her closed eyes as Angela prayed fervently and desperately for death. Then a hand slapped across her cheek and she cried out in pain. "I want you to watch this, white girl," Cletus glared. "Shit! Lookey...Lookey here... Seems like she don't much, like looking at all these big ugly niggers," one of the women said. "Well, fuck what she likes and don't like... She's gonna fuckin' look," Cletus snapped. Half a dozen hands were all over her soft body, stroking her inner thighs and belly and squeezing, kneading her big round tits and cruelly twisting and pinching her sore nipples. Others painfully mauled and probed her aching pussy and ass. Angela watched as one of the vicious black guys stepped up between her legs and pulled his pants down, exposing a thick black cock. She thought that surely God wouldn't let her undergo such horror. Then she saw and felt the cock pressing against her womanhood, then thrusting into her with a wild, hard spiking motion that buried half of it in an instant. She cried out in pain, which only brought jeers and catcalls from the surrounding men and women. The man began pumping his cock inside her, forcing it deep, burying it to the hilt in her fuck tunnel. He gripped her thighs as he prodded his big black tool into her, driving it straight up her cunt pipe, slapping his hips into her ass cheeks as he grunted in pleasure. The table jerked and her breasts wobbled up and down as he pounded his cock into her soft belly. She groaned in misery and stared up at the ceiling, trying to pretend she wasn't here, trying to tune out the laughing, jeering crowd of people around her. That was impossible, of course, not only because of their noise, but because they kept slapping and pinching her still aching breasts as the man drove his massive cock into her. In minutes, he had finished and pulled away. Another man took his place, then another, then another, then another. Some held her thighs down, while others lifted her legs and shoved them back against her chest. Another man raised her legs high and pulled her ankles over his shoulders. Angela fell into a numbed state of semi-consciousness that was broken only when someone gripped her hair and roughly dragged her body further onto the table. She cried out in pain as whoever it was tore at her hair, pulling her head right over the other side so it fell down. She stared from upside down, the world twisted and distorted from this angle. She tried to raise her head but someone shoved it down and she saw a cock pressing against her mouth. It pushed inside, as a man demanded she suck him off. She trembled in new misery, but sucked as she'd been ordered. A man was still raping her pussy, pounding his cock into her guts as he held her thighs wide apart. Someone or ones were squeezing her big round breasts, digging their fingers into the soft tit meat, pinching the nipples cruelly. The cock in her mouth was moving in and out just like the man... Cletus, had done at the other building, but this one was moving deeper, almost gagging her each time it pushed in. She tried to fend it off with her tongue but failed. Then it thrust in especially hard and she felt it punch right through into her throat. Her eyes went round and she tried to scream, but not a sound escaped. She tried to grab it, but her hands were still tied beneath her. Her legs were likewise, tightly held, and hands were squeezing her head to hold it in place. She could neither move nor protest as the thick black cock slid down her gullet, shutting off all her air and making her guts twist and heave. "Swallow that big black cock, white girl," someone laughed. "Deep throat that fat black cock, you lil' white bitch," a woman sneered, the words punctuated by a hard slap against her right tit. She trembled violently as the cock slid down her throat all the way to the base, and she found her nose pressed against the black man's crotch as his balls dangled down against her cheeks. He began to fuck her throat, sliding his big black staff up and down inside her as she struggled desperately to keep from throwing up. The cock slid back and forth, back and forth, up and down, as her vision was filled with sparkling lights, her head throbbed, and she began to pass out. She never would have thought something could have completely distracted her from a crude raping, but this had. She paid no attention to the man rutting into her pussy as her chest burned with the need for air. Then the cock slid out, the cock head popping free of her throat and pulling out of her mouth. She drew in great, ragged, heaving breaths of air as she was assaulted by a fresh wave of laughter and lewd, crude remarks. The wet cock was rubbed against her face as she gasped for breath, but she didn't care. All that mattered now was that she could breath. Her chest heaved as she coughed and panted desperately. "How you like the taste of big nigger cock, bitch?" someone sneered. The cock pushed into her mouth again, and before she could plead with them, it rammed down her throat once more. It pumped in and out, sawing against her tonsils as the man fucked her throat. Angela could do nothing but pray he finished before she died. The pain was slight, the discomfort was terrible, and the panic almost as bad. She felt something on her torso, a body, Hands gripped her big round creamy white tit bags and then something hard, long, thick and warm was pushed between them and then someone crushed the fat mammary meat around it. She paid it only slight attention. There was a pause in fucking her pussy as one man finished and another guy took his place. Then that resumed. Again, she paid little heed, all her focus on the cock in her throat. Her head was pounding and her chest was burning, and as she started to fade out the cock slid out and she could breathe once again. As she sucked in some air, someone raised her head up so she was looking down the length of her body, or rather looking at another fat black cock sliding in and out of her ample cleavage. Another black guy now straddled her belly, squeezing her fat creamy white tits tightly around his cock as he leered down at her, taunting her with his tongue. Then her head was yanked back and the cock was shoved down her throat once again. It fucked faster and faster, and then drove balls deep and seemed to throb and shake inside her gullet. She felt the hands gripping her head tighten, digging deep into her scalp. Then the cock started to soften and it was pulled back up and out of her mouth. She moaned weakly, but they had no pity on her. Another big black guy moved in, he shoved his huge ebony cock down her throat, and started fucking hard and fast. He fucked it in and out as the light started to fade, and then her vision disappeared entirely. She fainted from lack of air. Luckily for her, or maybe not, Cletus noticed her skin turning blue and shoved the guy fucking her throat back. "You trying to kill my fuckin' new white 'ho, you dumb muthafucka?!" he snarled. He shoved the others away and slapped her awake, pulling her to a sitting position on the edge of the table and holding her there as her eyes slowly blinked open a little bit and her breathing became stronger. He noticed the rags he tied her hands with were coming loose and he re-tied them. Then he pushed her upper eyelids open with his thumbs, growling under his breath. "You dumb asshole's don't know how to handle a piece of ass like this," he growled. "This lil' white bitch is worth a god damn fortune, and any of you dumb ass niggas that fuck her up for me are gonna die!" "Damn, Cletus, how the fuck is we supposed to know the lil' cracker bitch's dumb ass didn't know how to hold her breath when she's sucking a niggas cock?" someone asked angrily. "The lil' white trash bitch, didn't even know how to suck a cock when I found her young ass," Cletus explained. "She doesn't know shit about fuckin' and getting fucked... I told all y'all that she was a fuckin' virgin before I got her...She went to a damn Catholic school." "Lil' white virgin bitch," one of the women giggled. Cletus jerked back on her hair, making her moan in pain. "Y'all all right now bitch?" he glared, shaking her head. She moaned in response. He clamped his hands around her face and pressed his own against it, making her look at him. "She all right," he snorted, "But nobody fucks her face for now." "How bout' her asshole?" a bunch of the black guys asked. "I get that shit first homies," Cletus grinned, to much hooting and applause. He pulled the dazed white girl off the table and sat her in one of the chairs, then looked around for a drink. "Yo G, fetch me that damn can of coke over there, man," he ordered, pointing at a can. "Come on, Cletus my man, let's fuck her some more," another guy said impatiently. "Yeah, quit fuckin' around with her, let's just all fuck her white ass some more dude... I really want another shot at that lil' white bitch's pussy," someone else complained. "I'm giving her some damn time to wake her ass up," Cletus grinned. Someone shouted out, "what the fuck you talkin' bout', man?" "The dumb little bitch doesn't know her own fuckin' name right now. She ain't gonna remember half the shit that's still gonna happens to her lil' white ass... I want her to remember every god damn thing!" He pressed the can of soda to her lips, and then poured it into her mouth until she began drinking automatically. He pulled up a chair and sat next to her then, as the gang, impatient and bored, began to drift back to other tables. Cletus sat watching her, idly adding up how much money a little white girl like this could make for him working the streets. He figured a couple of thousand a night easy. Tits like hers were in high demand, so was a pretty little face and ass like hers. He was gonna be rich if he worked this right. He stroked her hair, patting her head, cooing to her, getting her to drink the coke, and then eat some chocolate. "Baby...Baby..." he turned her face to him. "Wha's yo name, baby girl?" She blinked dazedly, and he shook her head a little harder. "What is your name?" he said again carefully. "A...An...Angela," she breathed. "Good... that's a good girl," he smiled, patting her on her head. "What's your last name?" She thought for a minute. "Ciccone," she whispered. "Good girl," he smiled. "What school do you go to?" "To...To... St. Mary's," she sighed, closing her eyes weakly. "How old are you, bitch?" E...eight...teen... almost n...nineteen," Angela, stated tiredly. He got her to tell him where she lived... What her phone number was... How many brothers and sisters she had, along with some other personal shit. He wanted her mind working again. He didn't want her so dazed and numb she forgot what in the hell was happening to her or going on. He'd never turned out a white bitch, so he could pimp for her ass, but he knew a few dudes that had. They were unanimous that you had to show them that their pussies weren't made of gold, which you had to fuck the living shit out of them, so hard and so much that fuckin' jizz is leaking out of their fuckin' ears so they would accept being fucked by strangers with casual nonchalance. Turning Out Angela Of course, it was much easier if you could make them fall in love with you, play with their minds so damn good that they end up wanting to make you happy. That would come later, but right now, he planned to fuck with the little white bitches mind in other ways. "Talk to me...Angela," he said. "Wh...what?" she moaned, things slowly started coming back to her, her mind waking up more and more. "Tell me what you are?" "Wh...what?" she blinked. "What the fuck are you?" "I...I don't know, what do you mean?" she asked, in an unsure tone. "Do y'all know how many god damn dudes your white trash ass has fucked today?" She closed her eyes in shame. "Do y'all know how many fuckin' cocks y'all sucked today bitch?" She hugged herself in misery and looked down at her knees. "You're just a real dirty little white trash nigger fuckin' slut ain't ya, Angela?" he grinned. "I...I didn't want to do it," she protested weakly. "But you did... Do ya think any decent ass man'll let alone a white boy will wanna marry your nasty nigger-fuckin' ass now? Do y'all think any guy will want anything at all to do with you ever again, bitch?" "Hell... Even your own fuckin' parents will be disgusted by you when they find out what the fuck you've been doing." Angela sniffled in misery, knowing in her heart that he was right, knowing that her parents would totally blame her, no matter what she said happened. "I'll tell you what though baby girl, your fine white ass can stay with me, baby girl. I'll take real good care of you bitch," Cletus grinned. He stood up then and unzipped his pants, bringing his big black cock snake out and pressing the swollen head against her mouth. "Now... I want you to open your damn mouth and suck my cock for me, Angela baby," The miserable young girl opened her mouth and he shoved his big fat black cock inside, pumping slowly in and out, as she sat there unmoving. Dripping with sweat, her hands still tied behind her, her ample tits covered with red welts. "Lick that big black cock, baby," he growled. "Suck it for daddy... lil' bitch." "You her daddy now, Cletus?" someone laughed. "Getting soft on the cute lil' white girl, man?" another sneered. He pulled her off the chair and onto the floor, holding her by the hair as she weakly sucked his cock. He pumped it in and out, as she sucked, then tilted her head back and forced his thick, bloated cock down her throat to the hilt. "This here bitch belongs to me, and don't any of you assholes forget it," Cletus glared at the rest. He fucked his cock up and down Angela's throat. She knelt there, eyes wide open now, as she stared at his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. By now, the sensation was familiar, and she didn't have to fight nausea to the same extent. Still, she felt sick in her heart as the big black cock slid up & down her throat. He pulled it out completely and eased her forward onto the floor. She slowly sank down with her ass up in the air and her head and shoulders on the seat of a chair, as he stood over her and the rest of the group moved closer once more. "Raise that white ass up, for me slut," he ordered, reaching down and cupping her pussy, jerking her ass upwards. He straightened again and Angela trembled as she knelt there so vulnerable, surrounded by the sniggering, taunting blacks. "Look at those big fat fuckin' titties!" someone yelled. "Shit, I bet we could fuckin' milk that lil' white heifer!" another laughed. "Okay, I want everyone to watch this real close now," Cletus called out as he dropped to his knees behind her. He slid his big hands up and down her body as he pressed his groin into her crotch. He reached under to cup and squeeze her heavy tits, then gripped her hair and forced her head up and back, not wanting her to be able to hide her face by staring down. "Know what I'm gonna do now, bitch?" "Nooooooo," she groaned. "I'm gonna pop your cherry, Angela baby." She blinked in confusion as the people watching sniggered at her situation. "You think you already lost your cherry, doncha baby girl? Well you're half-right. I'll bet y'all didn't know that y'all got another cherry, though... Didja bitch?" Holding her hair in one hand, like the reigns of a horse, he ran his other hand down onto her ass, then pressed a finger against her little pink asshole and slowly twisted and pushed it in. Angela gasped in shock, her eyes going wide and round. What was he doing? How could he? How could anybody touch her there? Why would he push his...finger into THERE? He shoved his finger deep into her asshole and wriggled it around as the people chuckled and laughed. "Gonna get yo' assfucked, white girl," someone called out. What? She thought. What had they meant? "Know what I'm gonna do, Angela... Do ya baby girl?" Cletus asked in a friendly tone of voice. "I'm gonna take this big black cock that you been sucking on, and I'm gonna shove it right up your tight little white asshole." There were hoots, jeers, and obscene remarks, but Angela hardly heard them. Her heart was filled with horror and shock as she took in the words. She recalled an old whispered conversation with a girlfriend. I was about homosexuals, about how they supposedly had sex by pushing their things into each other's asses because they had no pussies. She'd thought her friend disgusting, and had refused to believe her, especially when she said that some men did that to women as well and they enjoyed it. Now the reality of those words sank in as she felt Cletus's finger sliding in and out of her own little anus. She quivered, unable to even speak, so stunned and shocked and appalled. She felt his finger come out, and then felt his cock head pressing against her wrinkled hole. She shrieked suddenly and struggled violently, twisting, shaking, and trying to throw him off, screaming in horror as the crowd laughed in delight. She bellowed loudly as he pulled sharply at her hair. She twisted and writhed around, falling over on one side as he gripped her arm and jerked her back. She howled like a demented person, shaking her head furiously and kicking with her legs, flailing and jerking as she tried to get free. Her knees scraped on the concrete floor as she collapsed onto her belly, her legs working like a frogs as she tried to push herself away. Cletus cursed and slapped her head repeatedly, but she ignored it, so great was her horror at the thought of having a cock up her asshole. He finally let go of her hair as she kicked at him a final time, then shoved down her back, pressing her flat against the concrete floor. His groin was pressed against her soft backside as he put his hands on her shoulder blades and forced her hard into the cold hard cement. His thighs held her legs apart as he put all his weight on the center of her back, holding his upper body aloft by one hand as he gripped his cock shaft and pressed the head against the squawling, struggling girls asshole. He jabbed it against the hole repeatedly, then slowly forced it inside as she howled, sobbed and continued to writhe in furious resistance. He got his cock head into her, though, then dropped flat onto her body, using his weight to pin her to the floor. He grabbed her bound wrists, with one hand and placed his other on the nape of her neck, then he slowly let his hips sink, forcing inch after inch of gleaming black cock down into her shaking, quivering anus. Her shrieks rose to new heights, then abruptly cut off, replaced by sobbing as he drove his cock deep into her guts. He thrust the last few inches into her, drawing another brief cry, and then mashed his balls against her ass flesh as she gave up all resistance. "I don't think she likes your big nigger cock, Cletus baby," some woman chortled. He snorted in disgust, grinding his hips into her then let go of her neck and rose, pulling back onto his knees, pressing his hands down onto the small of her back as he began to pump his cock into her rectum. "Fuckin' bitch," he said. "Think your asshole's made of gold or something?" He fucked his cock in and out with long, deep strokes, moving faster as her asshole opened up. She continued to sob, her face pressed into the cement floor. He slid his hands under her belly and jerked her up onto her knees, gripping her hair again, tearing at it to make her scream, and then slapping her ass hard. He held her hips as she knelt there, pounding his cock into her with furious strokes as he held her hips. He gripped her hair once more as he felt his juices starting to flow, pulling her face up to see the people around her. "Get ready, slut," he panted. "I'm gonna come! I'm gonna pump my spunk all up in your asshole!" He rammed in furiously, drawing new sobs and groans from the bedraggled girl. "Yeah! Yeah! There it goes! Uhngh! Uhngh! Uhngh! Uhngh! Uhngh!" He pumped his jism up into her asshole, sneering down at her as she twisted her head around, and then let it go and slapped her ass again. He jerked her back by the hips as he pumped more cock milk into her buttery asshole, and then sighed and pulled out. "Next," he called out. There were chuckles from the watchers, and then another man stepped forward and dropped down behind the trembling girl. He unzipped and pulled his cock out, then pushed it against her pussy and thrust in deep. He held her hips as he fucked her for about a minute and a half, then pulled his cock back out, pressed it against her asshole, and, with a whimper from Angela, buried it in her anus. Another guy dropped to his knees in front of her and lowered his pants, then pushed his cock into her mouth. "No throat fuckin'," Cletus glared. "I know, I know," the guy said. He fucked his cock in her mouth, pumping steadily as he held her hair. Every little while he pulled his cock out and rubbed it over her face then pushed it in again. The girl jerked back and forth violently as the man behind rammed his cock up her ass, but then he finished, and the guy pulled his cock out of her mouth and circled around. He rammed his cock into her asshole and then started fucking. It was his first ass fuck, and he was delighted at the sensation as the teenager's tight ass clamped down on his prong. He sawed it in and out, grunting in pleasure as his hips smashed against her buttocks. He came, and then another took his place, then another, then another. Finally, her asshole was as sore and stinging as her pussy and throat, Angela found the restraints on her wrists, being re-tightened behind her back. Cletus yanked her up off the floor and began walking her back to the car. He put her in the trunk, then slammed the trunk down and left. Hours passed, she had no idea how many. Because of her exhaustion, in both body and spirit, she drifted off to sleep several times. The engine woke her up when it started. The car lurched forward and then started bumping over the road. It drove for about twenty minutes before stopping. The engine cut out and she heard someone getting out of the car and coming around to the trunk. The trunk lid was raised and Cletus grinned down at her, and then lifted her out. She found that it was night out, but she still seemed to be in a dumpy area where there were no people. The car was parked in a dark alley near a dumpster. There was a steel door next to the dumpster, and Cletus led her to it and pulled it open. He held her arm as he led her into a narrow, poorly lit hallway. There was a dirty, threadbare carpet on the floor, and peeling plaster walls on either side. He led her past several doors with numbers on them, and then started up a stairwell to the third floor. They went down another hallway and up to a door with the numbers 305 on it. Cletus unlocked it and opened the door, shoving her inside ahead of him. "Home sweet home," he said. "Who the fuck is this little white bitch?" a woman demanded. Angela blushed and looked down at the floor as a tall husky black woman confronted them. "Cool it, baby this is our new meal ticket." "This lil' white trash slut?!" "Yeah, just as soon as we get her lily white ass trained." "Who'd pay money for this honky bitch?" the woman sniffed. "Lots 'a niggas... Don't be dumb, baby." The woman glared at Angela with dislike. "Where's she gonna sleep?" "Wherever the fuck I say she sleeps! Quit your smart ass bitching baby or I'll kick your ass!" He cut Angela's hands free and gave her a push so she staggered forward. "Go sit down," he growled. Angela moved into the room and went over to a sofa, then sat down, folding her arms over her chest and crossing her legs. "Not like that," Cletus said. "Spread your legs and drop your arms... I don't want you trying to hide that body bitch." Angela dropped her arms slowly, and then uncrossed her legs, looking down at the floor. "Where'd you find this lil' white bitch, at some damn private school?" the woman snorted. "Actually, right down the street from a catholic one... Her fine little white ass was sitting in a goddamn car I jacked today... Now, you and me are gonna make her into a real big earner." "Me? I'm supposed to help?" "Yeah, you bitch. This little bitch's fresh young white ass is going to be my biggest earner baby... So I want you to teach her to work as hard for me as you do." "HA!" she exclaimed. "Get me a drink and don't be such a bitch." "You want me to train some dumb ass lil' white slut to be a top earner for your lazy ass and you call me a bitch? You got some nerve, nigga." She went and got him a drink, though, as he sat down at the table. She put the glass on the table and he reached up and grabbed her arm, pulling her down so he could kiss her. He let her go then and slapped her ass, making her jump. "Get your muthafuckin clothes off, baby," he sighed, taking a long drink. "Why the fuck should I?" "Cause you look so fuckin' good naked, baby." She gave him a disgusted look, then shrugged and reached up behind her neck and unsnapped her dress. It slipped down to her hips, then off. She stepped out, wearing a black lace bra and thong panties, then quickly removed those as well, tossing them all on the sofa. "Now what?" she demanded. "Turn on the radio and show the silly lil' white girl what rhythm us niggas have." "Yeah, bullshit," she sniffed. "You want me to do my stage routine, I suppose. Do you really think this big tittied cow can dance?" "We'll see, huh." She turned on the radio and shoved in a CD, then started walking towards Angela. Her walk changed though, becoming cat-like, a slow, stalking stride as her hands moved up and down her body. Her hips began to swing from side to side, and as she stopped before the startled teenager, she began to slide her tongue over her lips and shake her big black breasts in her face. She ran her hands up and down her body, shaking her hips to the music. She let her head fallback, dropping her hair down her back as she swung and then thrust her large breasts out hard. She pulled her head forward, smiling tauntingly at Angela, turning and wagging her big ass in her face. She let her legs slide further and further apart, until she was doing the splits, her crotch flat on the floor. She rolled forward then pulled her legs together; rose up to her knees, then shook her ass again. For nearly ten minutes she rolled and shifted, moving onto her back and raising her legs up high, knees tight together, then slowly lowered them to either side, until they were flat on the floor. She arched her back, sliding her hands behind her head as she pulled her head back. She humped repeatedly at the embarrassed girl, then sat up, swung around, and got to her feet. Her hands moved under her heavy breasts, cupping them and looking hungrily at Angela, then reached down and took her hands, pulling her to her feet. "Come on, lil' white girl... Let's see if you can dance," she said. Angela looked at her in fear. "I...I can't!" she gulped. "Move your dumb white ass bitch right now or I'll take my fuckin' belt to it," Cletus snarled. "You better try, white girl," the woman grinned. For the next two hours, she ran Angela through the same routine, stopping repeatedly to correct her, making her repeat things repeatedly. Angela was embarrassed about it, but... well, she's been naked now for several hours and compared to being naked and having her ass and pussy and mouth raped by all those men, this wasn't at all bad, especially since there was another girl there who was also naked. Therefore, she was much less self-conscious than she would have been. The problem was more that she'd never really danced before, since her parents thought modern music was a tool of the devil. She was showing some improvement though, when Cletus stopped the practice. "Enough for now. Bring her over here, Arlene. I want you to show her how to suck a nigga's cock like a fuckin' pro." Darlene pulled the younger female over beside Cletus's chair, and then pulled her down to her knees. She undid Cletus's pants, and took out his limp black cock, holding it in her hands as she turned to the startled girl. "Now this," she said, "is a limp cock... Something this nigga gets a lot of." "Don't be a smart ass, bitch," Cletus snorted. "Your job is to make it hard and ready to fuck... Now watch me." She puckered her lips, and then kissed the head of his cock. She began licking up and down the underside then, twirling her tongue all over the long, snaky shaft. She pulled it up and slid her tongue under his balls, then sucked first one, then the other one into her mouth, massaging it between her tongue and the insides of her cheeks. She slid her tongue up his shaft to the head, then puckered her lips again and sucked his cock into her mouth. Her lips sucked in more and more cock meat as she pulled the entire length of his cock into her oral cavity, swallowing it much like a particularly thick strand of spaghetti. She rolled and squeezed it in her mouth, then pulled her head back keeping her lips tight, stretching it out tight as she let it slide almost out of her mouth. She gripped it in her hands, lapped up, and down the head again as the thing began to harden. Her fingers squeezed the shaft as she slurped her tongue over the balls, then up to the head again. She moaned and fluttered her eyes, rubbing the cock head over her face, and then sucking it into her mouth again. She began to bob her lips up and down the thing as it turned steel hard, then slid her lips slowly all the way down to the hilt, deep throating it. She squeezed his balls in her hands, and then eased her mouth back up the shaft and off. "Okay white girl," she said. "Now it's your turn bitch." Angela stared at her. "Not yet. Wait till it settles down some," Cletus grinned. "Go dance for me a little more." Darlene gave her a little shove and she stumbled to her feet, and then stood there uncertainly. "Turn on the fuckin' radio and dance you dumb ass lil' white trash slut," Cletus barked. She swallowed nervously, and then went to the stereo and turned it on. She began shaky at first, swinging her hips from side to side as they watched, but soon she was shaking and undulating, running her hands up and down her body, looking at them through slitted eyes as she turned and swung around the floor. After about five minutes, Darlene turned off the stereo and motioned her over to Cletus. She dropped to her knees, and then began to suck his cock, trying to do exactly what Arlene had done. They stopped her several times to correct her style, and then came the big moment, when she had to slide the huge thing down her throat. Although, she'd been throat fucked several times that day she'd done nothing herself. Until now, it had been the guys raping her, which forced their cocks into her. Now she was going to have to force her mouth down onto his cock until it went down her throat. She kept trying, but every time his thick cock head hit the back of her throat, she would start to gag. Darlene and Cletus were both losing patience with her, and Cletus was threatening her with his belt again, when she finally managed to get together the courage, and just forced her mouth down the dark cock shaft.