Another Brutal Mistake

It’s been several weeks now since my friend and I were brutally raped in that tunnel. For the first few days I hated men and the idea of sex, but slowly I’ve come back to my senses. As time has passed, I’ve found myself confronted by an awful feeling, that I may have enjoyed the experience. That can’t be true, how could a woman like me enjoy being raped? What’s crazier still is that in the same amount of time, my friend Jessica has opened up about feeling the same as me. Are we wrong for feeling like this? Is it just that we were raped and now are minds have been broken to think it’s normal and good, or is it just natural for women to want to get brutalized in such a way? My mother let me stay home from school for the past two weeks, and while my parents are away at work, or in my mom’s case fucking Anton, I found myself alone in my bed. Soon I was pleasuring myself to the memory of getting abused that night. Having my holes stuffed violently without regard for my safety. Those men just taking my body as a plaything for themselves. I felt terrible for wanting this. I couldn’t believe I’d ever dream about getting treated so horribly yet here I was having yet another orgasm with the thought of men taking advantage of me.

After the incident, Anton told my mother and I that he would handle the men responsible, even though I didn’t know what that meant. In one second of desperate pleasure, I found myself thinking about going back out to that tunnel so that the incident could “happen” again. What was I thinking? Going out at night to get raped on purpose? My mother even told me I could go to Anton for sex whenever I wanted. I know well enough how she likes to be treated, there’s no doubt Anton could brutalize me if I wanted it. But it just didn’t feel the same. I knew Anton, and there’s just something about getting taken by someone you don’t even know and being made to submit to them totally that was getting me off in my bed everyday. I called my friend and talked about how I was feeling, asking why I felt the way I did? She told me that not only did she feel the same but that she had never had a more powerful orgasm then when she was being held to the ground and pumped full of cum by some mystery man. I told her about my idea of going back to have it happen again, asking if I was insane for wanting it. “Honestly, I dream about that night every time I go to bed.” she told me.

That all but settled it for me, I was going to go back. Jessica said she was coming with me for “protection” as if she’d be able to help me fight off a bunch of strong black men. With our parents both at work, and the day still early, we went to meet up. We walked the same route we took that night, the neighborhood didn’t look as scary in the sunlight as it did at night, but still not a place I’d enjoy living in. We got to the street with the tunnel entrance at the end, a dead-end street with old, run down houses. We walked towards the entrance and just as we hoped, a man came over from the porch on the last house. I didn’t recognize the face, but I remembered the voice as one of the men who raped us. I felt a chill go up my spine, the idea that this wasn’t as good of an idea as I thought. What were we doing here? I didn’t actually want to relive this, I could’ve gone to Anton and had him dominate me, but no, here I am. Jessica still had a bit of a black eye from where the men hit her last time, and the man noticed it right away. “I didn’t think we’d see you two back here! I hope you didn’t forget the money this time, I hate to have to teach you the same lesson twice.” he said walking over to us.

His friends walking up from behind, closing in and surrounding us. Before we even had the chance to respond, one of the men grabbed Jessica from behind and started dragging her back to the house. “Fuck their money man, I’m taking this pussy whether she likes it or not!” said the man to his “boss”. Right after I felt a hand grab me and drag me in the same direction. “If these bitches are dumb enough to come back here, they should expect what’s coming to ’em. They’ll be lucky if we don’t call the whole block over for a turn!” said the man pulling me. As terrified as I was, I was strangely aroused at the same time. I got pulled into the house and dragged into a small bedroom and Jessica pulled into another one. I heard her through the wall separating our two rooms as the men ripper her clothes off. I couldn’t focus on that as the same was happening to me. I don’t what the men looked like in Jessica’s room, but I got four men, all at least 6’7″ tall and 2-300 lbs. at least. They pulled their cocks out and the smallest one was still bigger than my old boyfriend. One of the men grabbed a rag and sat behind me, holding it in my mouth like reigns on a horse, holding my arms behind my head in the same motion. Powerless to resist, the other three lined up holding my legs apart and entering my pussy one by one.

My smooth pale skin being brutalized by these scary looking black men. Even if I might have wanted this I still tried to scream. A task made difficult by the rag in my mouth. The first man entered me and slide his whole cock all the way inside my pussy. The stretch was unbelievable, painful, but unlike anything I’ve ever taken. His body weight collapsed on top of me, pressing my legs back as my poor little pussy was torn in half. My screams and tears filled the air, but were drowned out by the sound of his balls slapping against my asshole. I don’t even know where all this cock was going but he was dead set on ramming it inside me. I could hear Jessica screaming for help from her room as she was taken with force by the other men, I was getting railed so hard the bed frame started to hit against the wall with every thrust ensuring no one would hear us. To the outside, we were just a couple of girls having the fuck of our lives, but really it was a violent rape. Could it be considered rape if we came here looking for it? As the men brutalized my delicate pussy, I felt my walls contract like never before. I feared what would happen if I had an orgasm in front of them, but I couldn’t hold back.

My eyes started to twitch and roll back as my hips convulsed. The first orgasm from rape that I want to feel. “Would you look at that? The bitch likes it! I guess we’ll have to sell this hoe ass pussy on the corner. I know a few guys that would like a younger bitch like you.” the man holding me back said. After several go arounds in a forced missionary, the biggest man flipped me over and held me down against the bed as he fucked my little asshole from behind. My asshole could barely take it, I was screaming in pain for real now, my makeup smearing as the tears streamed down my face. They took more turns on my asshole, each one hurting just as much as the last. As the last man raped my ass, the other three stood behind me. As soon as he finished, the men picked me up and threw me around the room like a pinball, before settling in our new position. One man laid on the bed, with his cock going firmly in my pussy, with my ass in the air another came up from behind and stuffed himself inside. With my holes stuffed with black cock, the third man came and raped my mouth. I could hardly breath as the men fucked all my holes at once. Each fucking me harder and harder trying to be more intense than the others. The forth man filming the action as I was powerless to control anything around me.

Over the next several hours, I was raped in every hole by at least eight men, I even felt the plastic of a strap on dick inside me as a woman came up behind me. An old black woman with her big floppy tits hanging down fucking me with a strap on up the ass. I probably got fucked by every man on the block and so did my friend in the other room. Just when I thought my holes couldn’t take anymore I heard one man say, “You know the drill boys, cum on her pretty little white face. Make her drown in our cum!” The men pulled out and jerked themselves off above me, shooting my face with cum like a firing squad. A thick layer coated my face as my holes were sore and bloody. They handed me my clothes and threw me out of the house onto the ground outside. I landing in the dirt, naked and covered in cum, next to my friend in the same situation. “You sluts better get out while we still feel like letting you go, next time we see you back here, you’re getting locked up and sold as fuck slaves.” the leader said standing over us on the porch. We quickly put our clothes back on and ran off home. As we got out of the neighborhood Jessica told me she let them cum in her pussy. She said it’s why they let us go, saying the men who raped her told her if she didn’t take a creampie they’d lock us up in the basement and fuck us over and over till our families forget us.

I asked her if she wanted a plan b pill, saying I knew where to get one. She said that would be good, so we went back around towards the hotel, and Anton. We made sure to avoid that neighborhood staying to main roads as we went inside the hotel doors. We made our way up the elevator and to Anton’s door. Thankfully he was inside and let us in. “What can I help you ladies with today?” he asked as we walked inside.

“Well, my friend Jessica let a boy creampie her and she isn’t on birth control, so we were wondering if you had a plan b pill for her?” I asked him, “I’d be willing to pay for it if you like.” I said twirling my hair at him.

“I think I have some laying around. I think a blowjob will be enough payment for today Missy.” he said going to his bathroom.

He came back out with a pill for Jessica and gave her some water. Despite having been raped for over two hours by a dozen men, I was still willing to give him head. I got down to give Anton a blowjob, knelling on his soft fur rug. His cock was already hard for me under the robe he was wearing. I grabbed it and starting stroking it up and down, putting the tip in my mouth. I worked it in further and further swallowing his pre-cum. His cock tasted so much better than those other men, and he was so more graceful letting me suck at my own pace instead of raping my mouth. He held my hair back as I swallowed his meat. Jessica sat and watched me suck him off, letting the pill do its work. I gagged myself on him, trying not to show how sore my jaw was from the rape. I fondled his balls with my hand making sure his load was big. I knew he could see the cum on our faces, but he didn’t ask whose it was, just accepting that we were two little teen whores in need of help. After some time, I felt his cock twitch in my mouth, followed quickly after by a load of hot cum. I took every drop in my mouth, swallowing the whole load. He helped me clean up and offered us his shower.

We got cleaned up looking nice, thanked Anton for his help and asked him to not tell our mothers about this before we made our way back home. We agreed that we would never go back to that neighborhood again, and decided if we wanted hard sex we’d go to Anton exclusively. I spent the rest of the day in bed massaging my swollen and sore pussy. My mother came home and asked how my day was. I told her it was just a another boring day. I told her I had another dream about those men again. I told her that I feel bad about wanting to get fucked hard like that, but she said it’s totally natural and is just the way she enjoys having sex. She sat on my bed beside me and talked about how she likes fucking Anton in a similar way. I didn’t feel comfortable enough to tell her Jessica and I went back and got raped again, but I did enjoy listening to her stories of her cheating with Anton. She told me all about her adventures and how his cock is so much bigger than my dads and she only fucks him to keep him happy but really she loves Anton’s black cock more. I asked her if she’s ever been fucked by more than one man at a time and she said no, that she didn’t think her holes were big enough. I told her it mine were when I was raped that maybe she would enjoy it since she was more experienced. She loved the idea and said she’d come back with a plan, telling me she wants to see me fuck with Anton sometime soon. I’m not even 14 yet and already I have taken multiple cocks. I wonder how many more will fuck me before I’m 18?

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Here’s a continuation of this story from a couple weeks ago. I couldn’t figure out how to go about part 4 of my other story line just yet but I wanted to give you all something. Feedback is welcome, ideas for scenes welcome as well! Hope you enjoyed it!

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