Chapter 1
Wendy Jackson, age fifteen, knew very well that she should not have stopped with Rebecca for cokes after the movie. Her parents had always warned her to come straight home, her mother saying carefully that a good young lady had to be cautious at all times. But Wendy always told her that she was a hysterical neurotic and afraid of her own shadow.
After all, they did live in a good middle-class neighborhood and had lived there for most of Wendy's life. She knew the faces of every neighbor on the street, and even recognized the local postman and milkman. There had been stories lately in the paper about teenage gangs roaming through their town, but it all was happening on the other side of the tracks, in the poor section.
Nothing much ever happened in a good middle-class neighborhood! Rebecca lived exactly three blocks and one house from her own, so what could possibly happen in such a short distance, even if it was 11:30?
Rebecca and she had gotten into a pretty heavy discussion about sex and their changing bodies. While Wendy was still a virgin, and kind of shy when it came to petting with the boys at school, Rebecca seemed to be very brave and already had several tales of time spent in the back seats of the cars of some of the school seniors.
She had lost her virginity about a month before, and was now very anxious to tell Wendy all about it. So how could Wendy have passed up the coke and a chance for a great story like that? If she could tell her parents about it, which she couldn't, she was sure they'd understand.
It had turned out to be a great story, full of moans, groans and several graphic descriptions of balls and very large, stiff penises. Now as she went over the story with great relish in her mind, she didn't take any notice that it had started to rain.
In seconds it was coming down hard. A gush of wet wind smacked against her face, making her lose her breath. While the rain itself was not too heavy, the wind was a twisting one, cutting at her body from all directions. Just minutes ago, she had felt perfectly safe to be walking the few blocks to her home.
But the windy rain had changed the whole appearance of what should have been a familiar neighborhood. At that moment she would have had to agree that it might be dangerous for a young girl alone to be walking the streets.
Wendy told herself that she had no reason to be afraid. The night might have gotten a little gloomy, but if she really concentrated, she would be able to see that the neighborhood had not really changed at all. She tried to get her mind back to the point in her friend's story where the boy was about to plunge his erect cock into her twitching cunt. Even the new language she had heard that night was exciting. Now that Rebecca had gone through it and survived, Wendy began to think that maybe she should not be so afraid of boys. She was hearing more and more stories like tonight's all the time, and Wendy was beginning to wonder if maybe she was the only virgin left in the crowd.
Still, she felt good. She felt like she was becoming more of a woman every day. After all, it was only a short hop from thinking about sex to actually having it. So what if it was dark and gloomy out. Tonight she was feeling on top of the world, so much, in fact, that she was sure she could beat the hell out of a mugger if he dared to bother her.
All too often she had felt lonely and depressed walking home at night. But tonight she was finally beginning to feel that there would be hope for her. She would find the right guy, just as her girlfriends, and she would gladly give up her virginity to him.
She was so deep in thought that she didn't notice her shoes were starting to slog from-the puddles. Putting her hand to her face to wipe the hair out of her eyes, she felt it come away wet. A glance in a car mirror told her that her hair was clinging to her head like a skullcap.
Wendy laughed at the dripping image of herself. She looked like a witch! But there wasn't anyone out for her to scare. The streets were deserted.
In a neighborhood like hers, they went to sleep early, even on a Friday night. All the lights were out, including the porch lights. Except for the sound of her squishing shoes, the only thing she heard was the clatter of tin cans as they were blown against cars by the wind.
There were hints of noises coming from other directions, but the sounds were hollow, as if they were at quite a distance. The very fact of the space between them, only served to make the silence where she walked all the more sinister.
She was starting to feel a little tense, and began to tell herself little stories about the houses she passed in order to pass the time. There was an old couple living here, and this was the man who did all his own gardening. If she somehow managed to get to the corner, she would see that big bay window that was a showcase for a beautiful white piano.
Then, ahead of her about half a block or so, she saw three boys, or were they men, walking towards her down the street. Were there only three, or a few more behind them? It was hard to tell as they were all wearing black.
Now panic began to take hold of her. She had read all the stories about the tough punks that roamed the streets in the bad part of town and her mother had told her over again to make sure that she knew. They were the kind of guys always out for thrills they could only get by beating someone's head in or raping their victims, male or female.
Like everyone else, she really knew that it could be dangerous to walk the streets alone at night. But she wasn't any different from the rest of the world in, thinking that things like that only happened to other people. They could never happen to her. She had never believed that she would actually come face to face with a street gang.
Still, she fought to remain calm. The best thing to do was look for a place to run or for someone to get help from. There was no one on the streets except herself and the gang. All the houses were dark, locked and bolted. A neighborhood like this was famous for ignoring screams for help, so there was no use in trying that. Suddenly she realized that she had never felt more alone.
Panic would do her no good. Running would show fright. Where had she heard that you never showed fear to your assailant? She began to walk very fast, the wind whipping her coat open so that her clothes began to get wet.
She tried to cross the street and keep on walking, but they saw her strategy and crossed also. Now her only alternative was to turn around and start going the other way. It was only a block and a half to Rebecca's. A block and a half used to be a short distance.
Was there a little crosspath to the other side between those two houses? No, it was a dead-end. A dark alley that led to a brick wall. That would be the perfect place to wind up. If she went in there she would have set herself up perfectly for their attack.
Wendy turned back to the street again and began to walk as quickly as she could. If she ran, they would surely rush her and every second that she remained ahead of them was another second that a car might pass or someone might appear on the street.
From the back recesses of her mind she remembered reading that the gang did more than rape and beat their victims, they usually killed them. Rape plus a mugging was certainly nothing to look forward to, but death was something she dared not even think about.
There was a thumping of boots behind her. They were getting very close! Chains rattling? Did she really hear chains? Her imagination? No, there it was again. She was quickly being pushed to absolute terror.
No way of telling how far behind they were, but she didn't dare look around. They had to be pretty close. She could hear breathing and muttering, but she couldn't turn her head.
Then an arm reached out and a voice grunted in her ear.
"Don't make a move or we'll drop you here, baby."
"Here's Jack with the car. Get her in."
"Okay, here's your chauffeur, duchess. Get in if you know what's good for you."
Wendy was too terrified to do anything but what she was told. A blindfold was tied around her eyes, and she was roughly shoved into the back seat of a car. It didn't seem like they had gone very far before the car stopped and she was dragged out by both arms.
The unknown arms took her into a hallway, closed a door and led her up an endless flight of stairs. Terrified beyond all reason, she started to scream, but her mouth was immediately smashed closed by a heavy palm.
Another door opened. There was a rush of stale, musty air and the sound of many pairs of boots tramping into the room behind her. She was picked up and thrown onto something that felt like a bed. Then the blindfold was taken off.
Wendy rubbed her eyes for a moment, looked around, and screamed at the top of her lungs. She was in a filthy tenement room on a stained mattress and surrounded by a gang of Blacks, Puerto Ricans and rowdy Whites. One tough stood out immediately as the obvious leader.
He stood before her, posed in the traditional manner of the male warrior with legs spread apart and beefy black hands on his hips. The big guy was the very meaning of the term Black Buck: Wendy guessed that he had to be at least six foot three and built like a linebacker.
His face was twisted in an arrogant leer, but Wendy felt that if they were alone and she weren't terrified, she might possibly call him fairly good-looking.
His head was shaved, on top of which he wore a World War II Captain's hat. Under his broad, African nose, he sported a bushy mustache. The other boys in the crowd were wearing T-shirts and jeans as he was, with "War Lords" painted on the front and back of leather jackets.
None looked any too clean, and all looked menacing. Unconsciously, she clutched her skirted legs together, protecting her virginity from the leering faces and prying eyes that surrounded her. She was grateful that so far none of them had made any moves towards her. They seemed to be hanging around and waiting for some sort of instructions from their leader.
"I'm Black Daddy, baby. That's what my men call me."
"How do you do, Mr. Black. Or should I call you Daddy?"
"That's pretty sharp for a nice, little, white girl. I expected you to snivel a little more. I don't know if I'm pleased or disappointed."
Wendy was trying desperately to brazen the whole thing out. Some of the boys did not seem to be much older than she was. Maybe it would be possible to reason with them. And if that didn't work she might try some of her recently acquired charm. That usually worked when she needed something from one of the boys at school.
The instinct for survival was forcing her into a state of calm, and her mind raced ahead of their obvious intentions. She had to be prepared with an answer for everything. That would be her only chance to stay alive.
Logic told her that she stood a better chance of getting out of the room if she did nothing to antagonize them. But her intellect told her that it would be very difficult for left it with her virginity. The odds were much too great against that.
"Glad to see you're not going to hassle us."
"Yeah, we'd hate to mess up that pretty face."
"Find out how old she is."
"What the hell is the difference?"
"Got a hunch we've got a cherry."
"How old, sister?"
"Fifteen."
"Ever had a cock?"
"Does it make any difference?"
"Never can tell."
"I'm a virgin. Do you think I might be allowed to leave in the same condition?"
"Well have to take a vote. Anybody ever tell you this is a democratic country?"
"Okay. Now pay attention. Turns out we got ourselves a cherry. All in favor of breaking it, say "aye."
The crowd broke into a cheer with a great deal of whistling and catcalls. Wendy looked around the room and wondered which one of them would be given the dubious honor. Most likely it would be "Black Daddy."
Wendy cringed as she looked him over while his head was turned in the direction of the boys. Even if he should decide to be gentle with her, which she was certain would not happen, she was sure that she would be in for quite a painful experience.
Knowing that the odds were very much against her being able to change her fate, Wendy decided to brazen it out.
"Any chance of you guys going easy on me?" '
"That all depends on how much you cooperate with us."
"Ask her if she's got any money or junk."
"Girls like her don't usually carry stuff. You don't have any ups or downs, do you?"
"If I knew what they were I might be able to answer you."
"Pills, baby."
"No, I don't take drugs."
"Didn't think you did. What about cash? Or is that against your religion?"
'There's about two dollars and some change."
"Get it, Jocko."
"Yessir!"
"That should keep us in beer while we go on with the festivities." Then the Spanish-looking boy called Jocko went tramping down the stairs to return a few minutes later with several cartons of beer. These were handed out to the boys who had taken off their jackets and were sitting and standing all along the walls of the room.
The group reminded Wendy more of a bunch of teenagers in a theater waiting for the movie to start then a gang getting ready to rape her. She wondered how they all managed to stay so calm. Her own heart was threatening to explode! But then, this was the first time she had been kidnapped off a street and no doubt, they had done that sort of thing before.
"Get her coat off."
"She looks kind of good, don't she?"
"I like her boobs. They're kind of big for her age."
"I like that blonde hair. Don't see much hair like that on our side of the tracks."
"What I like is still covered up. Let's get the rest of her clothes off."
"Take it easy. There's plenty of time for everything. I like the clothes you got on, baby. Especially the blouse. It's nice and low. I can see those great tits of yours without much trouble. Bend over a little more. Ahh, very nice."
"Look, I'm not kicking and screaming because I don't see any point in it. So why don't we just get this thing over with so I can get home. My folks must be out of their minds with worry."
"I think she's in a hurry to sample our meat, boys."
The big, black dude laughed, enjoying her squirming with anxiety. His eyes gleamed, knowing what he would soon be doing to her untouched body. He began moving in her direction, and stopped when he was within reach of her trembling body. He cocked his head sideways and spit his words right into her face.
"You're kind of snotty, ain't you. Sitting there thinking we're not even good enough to lick your toes. Guess you need to be knocked down a few pegs. Well, you will be before this night is over."
"What you planning?"
Black Daddy answered with a lecherous laugh. Then he reached out and cupped one of her tits, squeezing it with a great deal of force. Wendy winced from the pain. Looking down and seeing the black hand on her body made her feel like she needed to retch.
But she forced herself to control, making her body rigid and letting him have his way. A hand that size would certainly leave quite a bruise on her face and she hoped to leave the room with no marks.
Soon he tired of working over only one tit and moved his hand to the other, mauling it in the same way. From behind him, there were catcalls and the crowd seemed to be edging its way closer to the front of the room.
"What's that like? Any falsies in there?"
"Nope. It's all her and mighty nice."
He reached down the front of her blouse, forcing his big paw between her bra and her naked skin. As soon as he found her nipple, he began to roll it between his thumb and his forefinger.
Wendy twitched under his touch, feeling humiliated at being manhandled and in front of a large crowd. But something else was happening. He was not being too rough with her and the light pressure on her nipple was feeling good.
But in order to get his hand in deep enough to work on her breasts like that, he'd had to move even closer to her and a stale smell of sweat and unwashed clothes came wafting to her nose.
"Okay, enough with the games. Let's get on with it."
"Yeah, my hard-on is starting to hurt."
"Action. Let's see some action!"
"Can't hold them back much longer. If you don't want all of us climbing over you at the same time you better follow orders. That way it will only be me."
"At least for the first time."
"Pipe down back there. No need in scaring the shit out of her. We'll get some better action this way."
"Yeah. Remember the last one when we let you take over. You beat up that broad so much that all we had was dead meat when it came our turn to fuck her."
She could tell that those words were certainly the truth. They seemed to be ignoring her as they spoke, as if she were a pet dog or a piece of furniture. But the meaning was all too clear. The gang saw nothing wrong with beating a girl senseless.
"Okay, time to get the show started. Strip!"
"But-but couldn't the others leave the room?"
"You modest? Don't worry, you'll get over that by the time the first ten or so of us hump it to you."
Digesting his last remark was as far as her courage could take her. She had been fooling herself, saying to her mind that the leader would rape her and that would be the end of it. But the hungry leers on the rest of the faces around the room were saying something else.
She hoped that she would mercifully black out from the first pain of it and then might be spared watching the long line of boys, hard-ons, standing in front of them, as they waited to get into her cunt. Wendy concentrated on this terrifying thought for a few seconds too long, and was distracted from it by a stinging smack across the side of her face.
"You were ordered to strip! Get with it!"
Wendy decided that it was best to obey. But her hands were shaking so much that she was only able to do it in a very slow manner. As she took off each piece, she folded it and placed it on the edge of the mattress, hoping she would be able to leave the room at least looking half-way decent.
But as the clothing came off, one piece at a time, the crowd became ever more restless and the big, black stud's eyes began to glitter. He was becoming impatient, and began to grab the clothes out of her hand after she got out of them and threw them to the floor in a heap.
When she got down to her white, cotton panties, the boys fell into an uproar of laughter as they viewed the virginal undergarments. These "Black Daddy" snatched away and held them up to the gang as they cheered and stamped their feet. To take the panties off she had to stand up. Once she was totally nude she tried to sit down on the mattress again. But "Black Daddy" would not allow it.
He was acting the role of the slave driver and wanted her to stand in front of his men and turn around so he could show off the great prize he had brought for their mutual entertainment. The quickened pace of their excited breathing was so drastic that she could actually hear it coming at her from all sides of the room.
She felt as if they were all going to pounce on her at any second, but when the leader continued to just stand there and look at her while his men stamped their feet, she started to feel a little hopeful. Maybe it would just be a game with them after all, and once they humiliated her, they would let her go.
That hope was eliminated quickly.
"Still afraid to let me touch you?"
"Well, yes."
"Tell you what. I might just not lay a hand on you. Or a prick either."
"You mean it?"
"Yep. I'm gonna give you a special treat, baby. I'm gonna let you take your own cherry."
"What?"
"You ever play with yourself?"
"No."
"Then we're gonna give you a little education. Jocko, where's the fruit bowl?"
"Coming up, boss."
The boys had raided a fruit stand earlier in the day, just for kicks, and had loaded up a plastic sack with all kinds of fruits and vegetables. "Black Daddy" rummaged through the sack very thoughtfully for a while. The boys were whispering and laughing to each other. One of them pointed from the sack to Wendy, then fell over on his back and kicked up his feet in a fit of laughter.
Wendy didn't understand one bit of what was going on, but she knew that she probably wouldn't be enjoying it as much as they were. Finally, after a great deal of fuss, the big boss selected one banana and a very large cucumber from the sack. Wendy got the message and began to shake with freight. She clenched her hands over her untouched love mound and held on for dear life.
"That isn't going to help you."
"Please don't! Not like that!"
"Would you prefer my using my big rammer on you?"
"No."
"Then lay down and spread your legs like a good girl."
She was now too frightened to obey, and it took a hard shove with both of his beefy hands to get her into the position. Wendy fell over on her back, and her legs spread from the force of the push. Before she had a chance to clench them together, he had shoved a fist between her legs and kept them spread.
Wendy cringed at the foreign touch on her sensitive thighs, eyeing the large pieces of fruit in his other hand with abject terror. There was no way she would be able to get either one of those things into her little slit without hurting herself. If she could not make herself go through with it and the big hand now jammed against her leg had to do it for her, the pain was sure to be far worse.
"You don't have to hold me down like this. I promise I won't fight you. Just let me do it myself. All right?"
"Black Daddy" took his hands away from the girl and watched to see if she would bolt and run. But she merely put her head down on the mattress and her hands at her sides like a willing victim on a sacrificial altar.
"I think you can start with the banana. It's not as wide, but it is a little longer. No telling how high up that cherry is."
Then he pressed it right at the start of her cunt and ordered her to take the banana in her hand. Wendy did as she was told, but held the awesome thing away from her body. She had always enjoyed bananas as one of her favorite fruits, but she knew that from this moment on she would never be able to even look at one without becoming nauseated. "Black Daddy" snapped his fingers at one of the men.
"Chair! Put it here."
A chair was immediately brought to him and-he sat facing her, but a little off to the side so that he wouldn't block the view of the others.
"Okay, baby. I'll guess that you just don't know how to go about this. So I'm going to teach you. You take that thing in your hand and you push it into your slit. You keep on pushing until you hit what you think is a wall, only it's your cherry. Well, when you get there you start ramming hard. Then, before you know it, you're in! You might even get to like it after that. Why, you might just thank us for showing you how."
"Yes, man! We are going to teach you how to fuck yourself like a champ."
"He said she'll thank us. I know just how I'm going to have her thank me."
"Shut your trap back there. We're ready to start the show."
Then "Black Daddy" assumed a very arrogant air and crossed his arms in front of him. While the sight of her lush, virginal body had turned him on tremendously, something about her upper-class air had angered him. Now, more than his desire to plunge his cock into her, was his desire to humiliate her as deeply as possible. The method he had chosen was one hell of a turn-on for him, as it would be so very perverted to her mind.
He reasoned that a girl of her sheltered background would never have heard of masturbation with dildoes and substitutes like fruit. After all, he had not been elected leader of the gang for nothing! He had gotten to the top of the heap by being the best fighter, the sharpest crook and, the best thinker in the pack.
None of them would have been able to come up with something like this. They had been trained through many a brawl not to question him, but he was sure they were wondering if their cocks were going to see any action. "Black Daddy" had the whole thing planned out. He was going to save them all some work by having her break her own cherry. Then the way would be clear for the rest of them to fuck her.
He had something special in mind for himself. She had a very pretty mouth and he dug the sweet voice and her well-mannered speech. The place his low-class, hard-fucking cock belonged was between those pretty lips.
Right now he would just sit back and enjoy the fun of having her degrade herself in front of the entire crew. The terrified look in her eyes, the look of a girl who wished she had a hole to crawl into and pull the ground over her, told him that his strategy had been the best possible.
Wendy looked at the piece of fruit with an expression of utter disgust. Curiously, she wondered if the fruit had at least been washed. If the whole thing weren't so horrible she could have laughed, as many was the time she looked at bananas in the fridge and wondered if they would feel anything like a prick in her hole.
All this time she had been more than just a little envious of her friends with their lovers and had felt that itching sensation in her crotch whenever she thought of them in bed together. Yes, she had wanted to feel something long and hard in her cunt for a long time, but this was never the way she wanted it to be.
There was a good possibility that she might injure herself or wind up with an infection. If there was only a way that she could get out of it. But the look in the gang leader's eyes told her that it was best not to even mention the subject. He meant to have her do it and he had plenty of muscle sitting in the back of the room to be sure that his will was imposed.
If it had to be, then Wendy became determined to have it over with as quickly as possible.
"We're all waiting. Do you want me to start it off for you?"
"No! Don't touch me. I'll do it myself."
As soon as the slick thing touched the delicate membranes of her vaginal skin, she became nauseated and turned her head in an effort to gag. "Black Daddy" reached over and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her back into position.
"Don't change your mind now."
Wendy closed her eyes and willed her hand to keep on moving the fruit into her body. It hurt! She had to spread her thighs wider in an effort to feel a little more comfortable. But in so doing she also gave the black buck an excellent view or what was happening in her snatch.
"Hey, look! It's getting in there!"
The gang began to cheer and yell out obscene terms which they thought would encourage her, but they only made her cry. She tried to blink back the tears, but the more she tried, the harder they seemed to come down.
She stopped, letting her hands fall to her sides, the banana's tip still stuck just inside the outer lips of her cunt. She was crying bitterly and helpless to maker herself continue the brave charade any longer.
"Looks like you need some help after all."
"No! Please!"
He was on the mattress with her in a flash, and his hand was gripping the banana. With one swift lunge he shoved the thing half-way into her body, tearing open her virginal barrier and pushing it inside. She screamed! Then for a few seconds she blacked out.
"There! You're all set now. You should be able to go on from here."
Wendy was aware of blood seeping down her thighs and onto the mattress, but she was afraid to move her head. She also felt something else, and it was that particular feeling that was confusing her. She as beginning to feel heat rising inside her cunt.
It was only a low-key feeling, but Wendy was afraid that it might continue to build as the self-inflicted fucking continued. What if once she actually got to the part of really fucking with it, that it actually felt good? If it produced sensations of pleasure, pleasure she had never known, then she might lose all control and they would see she was enjoying it.
How else could they know that although it was happening by their force, she was actually fulfilling one of her own erotic daydreams? Just the thought that she was actually going to enjoy being their sexual victim made her hate herself. She knew that she was as much the victim of her own sexual weakness as of their power over her.
She reminded herself that there were at least fifteen boys in the room and that she should be revolted by what she was doing in front of them. But as the banana sank deeper into her vaginal channel, she knew that there was no use fighting the growing sense of need she was feeling down there.
"Black Daddy," grinned silently to himself. Now that he had gotten her started, the lovely, young girl was certainly allowing the banana to plunge deeper into her than he had expected. He had more or less only intended it as a beginning, never expecting her to go ahead with it.
But now as he watched the first signs of an awakening sexuality, his own cock began to stir. It was exciting to see that, in spite of her own modesty and current surroundings. She was starting to get off on it!
He noticed that the little girl might very well turn out to be a hot bitch before they let her go. It was obvious that she was starting to get hot from the fruit. He decided not to make any comments out loud that would distract her, letting her get some enjoyment as long as the gang did, too.
Instead, he whispered to her, in a confiding tone as if he were her friend, and wanted none of the crowd to hear.
"That thing is in about as far as it will go, baby. Just pull it out nice and slow so you can get used to it. Then you can push it in again. In and out, nice and slow. That's the way, baby."
Wendy could not control the urge to follow "Black Daddy's" whispered instructions. She pulled the banana back out about halfway, then started to push it in again. Finding that the sensation was not an unpleasant one, she repeated the same procedure and discovered that it felt even better.
In fact, each time she pulled it out and pushed it in again, the feeling of pleasure became a little more intense. It was no longer necessary for the leader to coax her along, but in order to keep face with the group he began to make little comments.
"You can really fuck yourself good with a thing like that. How does it feel?"
"Ummmmmm."
"Don't bother. You don't have to say anything. I can tell that you like it! Try this. Now that you're broken, the cucumber will feel better."
As the cucumber was an exceptionally large size and very wide, "Black Daddy" was certain that it would bring her to a quick orgasm. Wendy cursed herself for letting her free hand reach out for the big thing while her other hand plunged the banana in even deeper.
Now, with the new instrument of pleasure clenched tightly in her hand, she pulled the blood-covered banana out of her slit and plunged the cucumber right in.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
She was grunting now, as her body adjusted to that added width and depth of the new fucking tool. She wished with all her might that the entire gang would disappear and she could continue to ram herself with the green dildo. She realized that her speed was picking up now, but she was not conscious of having made it happen.
As hard as she tried to control her emotions they carried her away with them. There was moisture building within her and Wendy could tell that this time it was more than just blood seeping down her thighs.
It was the kind of lubrication that her friend had described. Now she understood exactly what was meant by passion juice. The higher her sense of pleasure the more juice. There would be an orgasm! That she knew for sure. She had heard it described so many times!
Wendy's frightened breathing had turned to the ragged rasping of passion. It was difficult to get the air in and out of her lungs and her mouth had gone so dry that she was sure the leader had to notice. She was right.
"Listen to her pant. I think she's really ready."
"You see that you move out of the way when she comes. We all want to get a good view of that."
"Amen, brother."
"Yeah."
"Solid, man!"
She hated them all for what they had forced her to do. But she also realized that she hated them for staying around to see it. Nevertheless, it was impossible to stop her hand from plunging the cucumber faster and faster into her hungry cunt.
Her moans were getting to be so loud that a hush went over her audience as if they all knew what was going on inside her body and they were riding along with it in their minds.
While she was aware that the entire crowd was breathlessly watching her every move, Wendy was too far gone to stop what she was doing. As the first waves of her impending orgasm began to crash over every nerve in her body she quickly forgot there was even anyone else in the room.
All she could think of was the new, wonderfully exciting feeling that was going on inside her body. Behind her tightly closed eyelids, bright colors exploded. Suddenly her entire body convulsed and the first gusher of come erupted!
She arched her body up towards the ceiling and banged the cucumber heavily into herself. Her body was immediately shot through with a searing pain, but it was washed away immediately by another flowing of her come. This exchange only incited her further and she pulled the vegetable out full length, only to plunge it into herself again with full force.
This last time brought her to the peak of her orgasm. In a few more moments the last tremors of orgasm had subsided and she lay in an exhausted stillness.
Again she began to cry. She was far more ashamed now than she had been when she was first told to get undressed. To her complete humiliation, she had been made to show all of them that she could sink to the lowest levels of depravity, the levels at which they thrived.
She rolled her body into the fetal position and wished fervently that she could somehow die. Wendy willed her mind to stop functioning and so she barely heard the leader speak.
"Man! Was that, beautiful! I haven't seen that hot a cunt on any broad!"
"We gotta hang on to this one "Blackie". We could really have us one hell of a time."
"I was thinking that."
"Maybe she would go for the real thing. I got a cock that is just aching to get in there. What do you say, boss?"
"Hang on to your drawers. Give her a chance to get herself together. Or would you rather have a dead fish on your hands?"
"Hey, if I didn't know better I would say you're getting to dig this chick."
"Watch it, pal. Ill put you through the wall."
While the argument was going on around her, Wendy just lay where she was. She was the picture of dejection. As the pleasurable sensations subsided from her body, she became aware of a painful throbbing in her cunt.
She knew that she must have done some damage to herself in the fury of the final moments. The cucumber was still lying by her side and she brushed it off to the mattress, not even blinking as it fell to the floor.
Then she mustered up the last vestiges of her strength and turned herself so that her back was to the gang. She did her best to pretend that she was no longer living. There was some bustling going on behind her, and a great deal of whispering, but Wendy didn't much care. If they were getting ready to slit her throat it was just fine with her.
Finally, her curiosity got to her and she turned around to see what was going on. She opened her eyes to the sight of the black leader unzipping his pants and pulling out what seemed like the most tremendous erection in the world.
Her eyes wide with terror and frightened fascination, she starred at the huge thing. It was rigid and stood straight out from his body, pointing right at her like a loaded gun, ready to go off at any second. Beneath the menacing stalk hung a pair of black, hairy balls that swung every time he made the slightest move.
If she had been frightened before, she was out of her mind with horror now. Somehow, she had felt all along that they would expect only one thing of her and then she would be set free. After her session with the fruit. Wendy expected to have her clothes thrown at her and asked to leave. But it had to be only wishful thinking. She should have know there would be no escape before the big, black guy had gotten his jollies.
"Black Daddy" was staring down at her and rubbing his cock frantically to keep it in a constant state of readiness.
"My turn, baby. Suck!"
Wendy's whole face twisted with emotional pain, but she had no will to resist. She had some idea of what she was expected to do as she had heard about it so many times from her friends. They all thought it was quite a kick to go down on their boyfriends' pricks, but looking at the huge, black thing throbbing in front of her face, Wendy could not see how they managed to put all that flesh into their mouths.
She made one honest attempt to get her face close to the big prick, but recoiled with disgust when she inhaled the sweat of his body. "Black Daddy" grabbed her by the back of the head and forced her forward, pulling her so roughly that she fell to the ground on her knees before him.
"That's right where you belong. Now open your mouth and take it in before I knock your teeth out."
"Why don't you let us work her over a little so she'll be happy to oblige you."
"She'll be happy to oblige. Right?"
He hefted his weapon up until it was in a straight line with her mouth, then pressed the tip against her lips until they were pried open. Wendy gagged, but the hard thing against her teeth hurt so much that she was forced to open her mouth.
As soon as he saw his way in, he immediately began to shove his cock between her teeth. Quite by accident, her tongue brushed against it and he stopped pushing and started moaning.
"That's the way, you sweet cocksucker! Flick your tongue all over my meat! Suck, baby! If you do a good job we might just let you go."
It almost sounded as if the leader might be telling the truth. Now that her mouth had adjusted to the intrusion of the big thing she decided to move her mouth and head back and forth on it figuring that the faster the pace, the faster he would come and then be through with her.
She had to put one hand on his tool in order to steady herself. Then she began to bob her head up and down on it with a rapid motion, flicking her tongue every so often across the tip, as he had seemed to enjoy it so much.
He continued to grunt and groan quite a bit as he had begun as soon as his shaft went into her mouth. But the sounds kept getting louder and more insistent as the minutes ticked by. Pretty soon he was humping himself forward and then he put his hands on her head and began to yank at her hair.
"Any second. It's gonna happen!"
Wendy began to work frantically on his cock, wanting to get it all over with as quickly as possible. She still believed that the black gang leader would keep his word after he had shot his load.
His load! What was she supposed to do with it!? There was no time to make any plans. He was grunting like a pig and grinding his hips right into her face. She knew that he was trying to shove even more of his meat into her mouth, but she was able to get past that by closing her lips tightly.
In just a few seconds her efforts were rewarded with a massive explosion of cream that went shooting right down her throat. As it turned out there had been no decision for her to make. All she could do was swallow hard and try her best to keep from choking.
He continued to hold her head smack against his belly until the last drops of his come had been poured down her throat. Again, she tried to pretend that she really wasn't there, but it just did not work. The gang was clapping and whistling, stamping their feet and yelling for an "encore."
It was possible that she had signed her own death warrant, by getting him to come in her mouth. Now they all wanted the same thing!
"You are some hell of a bitch. If I hadn't seen the blood, I wouldn't have believed you were a virgin. Damn if you didn't suck every last drop of the come out of me."
Then he turned to the gang, took a bow, and waved graciously in her direction.
"Anybody interested in taking seconds?"
"I'm your lieutenant, so I got a right."
"Anybody want to challenge Jocko to the next turn?"
The room was silent. Jocko was known as a hit man, since he enjoyed drawing blood as much as they enjoyed getting laid. An argument with him one minute might lead to a knife in the back the next. So there was not a single challenge from anyone.
By the time Jocko got up to the front of the room, his large cock already sticking out, Wendy was trembling.
Wendy couldn't help thinking that she was every bit as naive as her friends claimed. To have thought she would get out of that room without having to go through the entire crowd could only be the workings of a fogged brain.
So great was Jocko's lust for the girl that he almost knocked "Black Daddy" out of his chair as he advanced. He grabbed his cock and waved it under her nose..
'Take a good look. This is what you're going to get next."
Wendy tried to swallow hard, then licked her sticky mouth. She closed her eyes and opened her lips, preparing herself for the next attack. But Jocko only stood over her and laughed.
"You think all you get to do is suck us off? I'm going to give you a real honor. I'm going to give you the honor of being screwed into the mattress by yours truly."
"You heard what the man said. Get up off your knees and onto the bed."
"No, please! I just can't stand it."
"You won't have to stand it, baby. This is one that you can take lying down."
Still, Wendy refused to budge. She had gotten her second wind now and was starting to fight back.
"This is where I get off. I've had it."
"Not yet!"
With that, Jocko picked her up and threw her on the bed. Then he began coming towards her again. Wendy was furious with herself for not putting up more of a protest. But the big thing in the Puerto Rican's hand was becoming fascinating to her. She began to actually feel a desire for the lanky boy to climb on top of her.
She looked straight at his big tool and told herself that if fruits and vegetables had felt that good, then a real prick was bound to feel terrific. The fact that his body was long and angular made his prick look almost tremendous.
The juices were beginning to flow down her thighs once more. Now she recognized it for what it was. Plain lust! While she tried to salve her conscience by telling herself that she had no choice but to submit to being raped by the Puerto Rican, the wetness in her crotch was saying something else. In her heart she knew that if he did not take her now, she might just sit up and ask for it.
"Big Daddy" had been thinking of working himself up and then taking her cunt. He had wanted to be the first man in there, but even though he was the leader, he knew that it would be wise to let Jocko have his way.
There would have been no way to keep Jocko from mounting her even if the whole fucking army tried. Wendy, meanwhile, was aching to have it in her and had spread her legs for him. With a twisted leer on his face he dropped his pants, hopped on the bed and quickly mounted her. His cock made instant contact with her pussy.
"Ummmmmmmm."
The moan was crushed right out of her body as she clung to his pressing body. Jocko sensed her urge to be fucked and pushed hard into her, forcing almost the entire length of his prick into her cunt with one swift motion.
Wendy screamed, but it was a mixed bag to her. There was a great deal of pain, but this time there was immediate pleasure.
Once more Jocko pressed down into her, burying his tool even deeper. Wendy was already spinning.
"More. I want more!"
"Did I hear right? Say it again. Say it loud!"
"Please. Don't make me!"
"Say it loud or I'll take it away."
With tears of shame streaming down her face, Wendy opened her mouth and raised her voice loud enough for everyone in the room to hear.
"Ohhhh, baby! Is this ever the tightest hole I've ever been in."
He pounded furiously into her with a thrusting that made her grunt and sob as her body was rocked all over. He was fucking her too hard to keep himself going for very long, as Jocko was not out to score points for style. He was only out to get his rocks off and that was something he was coming very close to achieving.
Jocko gripped her by the shoulders and started slamming away at her even harder. He knew that he was going to come at any second and he wanted to make the most of what little time he had left. But Wendy couldn't have cared less. Her own come was building rapidly within her belly and boiled right over the top before she had a chance to take another deep breath. Even as she came, digging her nails into his back, she was sobbing into his ear.
"Please don't stop! More!"
He was just about at his limit before shooting, but he rammed her now as if he wanted to kill her, taking out all the rage of his life on her gyrating cunt. Jocko pushed his hands under her ass and lifted her each time he slammed in.
But instead of fighting the brutal assault, Wendy lifted her body even higher, begging him to fuck her even harder.
Jocko felt like he was going to black out! His breath was so short that his chest hurt. Before he could make even one more lunge, his cock began to shoot and he fell on top of her. Their bodies twitched and jerked.
Wendy clung to his body, sobbing her heart out and not even knowing why. Then she looked at the Latin face and greasy hair and really began to cry. In one night the gang had taken a clean, innocent girl and turned her into a filthy, depraved whore.
Jocko pulled out of her and sat by the edge of the bed along with "Black Daddy." Since she wasn't saying anything, they decided that her tortured sobbing was the result of a great deal of pain and internal damage. Awkwardly, they tried to comfort her.
She had been so sweet and they had no real desire to hurt her past the point of getting their sexual kicks. And she had plenty of time to study their faces, and remember them down to the last detail. So they awkwardly tried to comfort her, but their efforts made her cry harder.
Before the gang could say anything about wanting their nexts, "Black Daddy" ordered them all on their feet and they scrambled out of the room with "Black Daddy" and Jocko at the end of the line.
Together they made one last try to get her collected.
"What's wrong? It's all over. Everyone is gone. There won't be no more fucking so you can leave when you want."
"Go to hell. Why don't you two get out of here and leave me alone to die in peace."
Then she turned on her stomach and began to cry. They were all for running out of the room and leaving her. But if she wandered downstairs she would see the address and from there was only a short stop to the precinct. No, they had to calm her down, get her dressed and out of there so they could drop her off somewhere in her neighborhood.
That way she would have no way of knowing where she was and no way to get back to them. It would be easy to stay away from the area where she lived.
She was still crying and it was starting to get on Jocko's nerves. He picked her head up and smacked her. The smack was sufficiently hard and snapped her out of it for a few seconds.
"You stop that before I really give you something to cry about."
He had bellowed the words into her ear. The undisguised threat made her calm down. In another few seconds the tears stopped.
"Now dry your eyes and get your clothes on. Me and Jocko will drop you off near your house."
"But remember that we know where to find you even if you can't find us. So if any cops start roaming around well know you sent them and we'll come get you"
Saying nothing, Wendy sat up on the mattress and started getting dressed. She took a tissue out of her purse and dabbed at the blood on her legs. It was all caked and she had to dip the tissue into a can of beer to wash herself.
Then she continued to dress. She had very little trouble until she put her shoes on and tried to stand up. Her knees buckled from under her and the two boys had to hold her under the arms to keep her from falling.
Together they helped her down the stairs and into the street where the car was parked in front of the building. Wendy tried to turn around and get her bearings, but she was shoved into the car before she had the chance.
They put her in the seat between them, but Jocko forced her head down into his lap so that she could not see any of the street signs.
After what seemed like hours, Jocko let her up. They were at the spot from which they had taken her. They helped her out and leaned her up against a tree as she was still weak.
"You should be able to make it home from here."
"Remember your instructions. We can always find you."
Wendy nodded weakly and the car sped off.