Heather's Trials
Chapter One
As I sit her now, I can barely think back to when it all started. It seems like
forever ago and I don't really want to remember. But all the gory details are
still etched in my mind as if burned there for eternity and I can relive them in
my nightmares each time I go to sleep.
The psychiatrist keeps telling me that I need to "talk it out" of me and I have
resisted until now. I didn't think anyone really wanted to hear all the
specifics and, the one time that I confided in a boyfriend, he got so sexually
excited that he came in his pants listening! I was horrified that my story
could have such an effect on a male! Now I know that most guys truly like to
hear about this kind of thing and the rest are out there doing it day after day
to girls like me. I guess telling you is a risk but I've got to end the dreams
somehow and I know you really care about me, don't you? I suppose I should
start right from the beginning...
I got up that morning knowing that something big would happen that day. Ha, ha!
What I didn't know was just how big and that my feeling of anticipation was
about an emotional disaster - not the joys I always fantasize about. Looking
back now, I should have listened more carefully to what my mind was telling me
about the future. But how was I to know?
Anyway, I awoke to the clear, sunny and bright morning light filtering through
my lacy pink bedroom drapes stretched and yawned. I felt like a new woman
after a good night's sleep but, then again, I was only 20 then and although I
wasn't growing anymore, I was hoping someday for larger tits like my friends
had. But it didn't look like that was going to happen: my 5'7" frame still
hasn't blossomed into the womanly body I'm sure it will sooner or later. I was
still cute back then with soft, thick hair and a smile my parents said was the
light of their world.
I tossed off my nightie and stood nude in from of the full-length mirror, gazing
at myself from head to foot, liking what I saw. I had only started growing
pubic hair in my late teens and I wasn't all that fond of it so I'd started
shaving. Now I had my youthful-looking pussy back again and I was able to see
the top of the hood over my clitoris once more. I had loved to see it when I
was younger and I had played with it until I felt a strange sensation coming
over me one night and had my first orgasm. It almost made me pass out with
pleasure and, since then, I've never stopped enjoying toying with my treasure.
Why are you laughing, silly? Of course it was a treasure to me; it still is, no
matter what happened back then! And, yes, I might show it to you sometime, if
you're a gentleman!
Abandoning my reflection, I hurried to the bathroom and peed. I clearly
remember that because I started feeling horny as soon as my butt hit the cold
seat. I leaned back and waited for it to start and, while I was waiting, I
opened my legs slightly and started playing with my clit again. This wasn't the
best time for this sort of thing and it couldn't last long if I started peeing
but I couldn't help myself. I closed my eyes and imagined the boyfriend doing
the rubbing and pulling. It was the same dream I usually had but this time, it
went a lot further. I usually think about him doing me with his hands while
kissing me lying beside me. It almost always gets me so hot that I know I'm
going to have another blessed orgasm. But this time, I pictured myself being
touched with my eyes closed while lying in a large grassy expanse somewhere I
didn't recognize. I was getting closer and closer to bliss in my fantasy (and
on the toilet!) when an unusual thought came into my head: I had this
overwhelming feeling that I was being watched while lying in my imaginary meadow
but I couldn't open my eyes too soon or I'd lose the feeling. My boyfriend was
happily oblivious to my feelings that we were being observed and getting my very
wet and he brought me closer to release. Then a shadow crossed behind my
eyelids and I gasped, opening my eyes and, standing above us was a tall black
woman. She looked down at us and smiled a wicked grin just as my orgasm started
and I cried out, in surprise, fear, embarrassment and bliss. Overwhelmed by the
orgasm, I was paralyzed under the staring woman's gaze, thrashing uncontrollably
while my fantasy boyfriend nuzzled his face into my neck and encouraged me to
cum harder and deeper. And then, the woman moved so that the sun was directly
behind her head and I was momentarily blinded so I didn't see what she swung at
my head before it pounded into the side of my head.
I was so engrossed in the fantasy that I hadn't noticed I'd started peeing
leaning back in the throes of a real orgasm. I don't know if I cried out or not
but I was completely covered in sweat and shaking while my bladder drained into
the bowl. It was one of the wildest orgasms of my life and I don't know why
such weirdness turned me on but it did.
After wiping, I got shakily to my feet and stumbled back the bed where I lay on
my back, returning both hands to that wondrous spot between my creamy thighs.
And there, I surrendered to more masturbation even though I wanted to shower and
get my day started. Sometimes, a girl just needs to take care of first things
first!
After bringing one of my hands to my face, I breathed deeply of the unique and
not unpleasant scent from my orgasms, and absently opened my mouth, lightly
tasting the rich cream I always release. Smiling, I slowly shook my head as I
finally got back to the bathroom and started the shower.
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That day was supposed to just a fun day: kick back with some friends or maybe
take a long drive. There was nothing I really had to do and I was content not
to schedule or plan anything in particular. Turned out that I did opt for the
car ride to nowhere. I was in the car in town and found myself heading towards
the highway onramp and out of town.
Light traffic on the spectacularly clear spring way made for easy going. I
turned on the radio and jumped when the sound came on at some inhuman volume I'd
left it at. Then I heard the song and it brought a huge smile to my face. It
was a new song I had taken an instant liking to and it was starting right at the
beginning, too! That never happens when you really want to hear a song so I
thought of it as a good sign and started singing along with the radio, casually
looking around the passing landscape.
Cars, trees, and houses gave way to much less traffic, sparser vegetation, and
rolling fields. I gradually allowed my foot to urge my convertible Mustang to a
cruising speed far too fast for the city but fairly safe for so little traffic.
I happened to glance in my rearview mirror and gasped, noticing for the first
time a dark green sedan right behind me, matching my 75 MPH and obviously
wanting to pass. I looked ahead and saw a turnout, which I took way too fast
but I looked to my left and saw that the car once behind me was now beside my
Mustang and pulling past like a rocket. Before I turned back forward to ease my
car back onto the main highway surface I looked right into the eyes of a
beautiful black woman in the passenger seat of the sedan. She had a peculiar
expression on her face and it gave me the creeps. I slowed my car a lot faster
than necessary and allowed the green sedan to rocket past me as though I were
parked. I just caught a glimpse of someone large behind the wheel (a man?) but
nothing more except the horrid feeling of dread. I frowned as I gradually sped
back to my cruising speed and wondered what had spooked me.
It didn't take long before I had it: the black woman in the sedan looked very
much like the woman I had fantasized about that morning! But how could that be?
There's no way I could have seen her this morning (or even last night before
going to sleep) and I mulled over that fact for a moment while making a gradual
left turn around a small hill beside the road. I immediately noticed that I was
in trouble because there was another hill on the right side of the road and the
road curved a lot more sharply around this second one. I didn't panic, though,
and I lifted my foot off the gas and covered the brakes intending to take the
curve at too high a speed but one that I figured would still keep me on the
road. I was almost to the point where I thought the road would straighten out
once more and started to congratulate myself on the driving skill I'd displayed
at 20 years of age behind the wheel of a high performance sports car when I saw
them. The green sedan was stopped right along the shoulder of the road I was
planning to use to straighten out the Mustang! Without a second to think, I
slammed the brakes and swerved, barely missing the side of the sedan but over
correcting my course and heading off the road on the other side. This time I
wasn't as lucky and I slipped off the paved surface and bounced hard on the
uneven dirt on the far side of the road's shoulder. I was so badly jostled it
rattled my teeth and bounced my foot clean off the brakes. My car slid sideways
a long moment, kicking up a cloud of dust before the front tires caught traction
again and whipped me around the opposite way, bouncing harder then the first
time and actually tipping the car towards a rollover. I instantly got that
sickening feeling of vertigo but the Mustang righted itself and slid to a stop
almost at the same time, bouncing me a third time, but this time slamming my
left shoulder into the door and tossing my head about like a bobble head doll.
I wasn't sitting there stunned for very long; I couldn't have been because the
cloud of dust which surrounded me hadn't begin to settle when I saw a shadow
approaching through the choking veil of loosened dirt. I suddenly caught my
breath and struggled in a lungful of grit as my eyes filled with the same dust
forcing me to squeeze them shut in pain. When could breathe again and my vision
started to clear, I looked up to see a tall black woman standing beside my car
gazing down at me. She raised her arm and I felt a sharp blow to the side of my
head before losing consciousness.
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The first thing I remember after that was a sense of pleasure and warmth I
didn't want to end. It was everywhere at once and I marveled at how wonderful
it felt. I felt myself moving to the ebb and flow of that pleasure and began to
notice I was hearing voices, too. I couldn't make out the words but they were a
man and a woman's coming from somewhere very close to me. I wanted to hear the
words but the overwhelming feeling of comfort coursing through my body made the
meaning of the words irrelevant. I was going to surrender to the warmth when I
became aware of what the feeling of pleasure was: I was masturbating and getting
soaked between my legs and I writhed to my growing passion. But it was wrong,
all wrong.
Coming to, I was greeted by the same bright sunlight that had previously greeted
my day but, this time, it was bathing my entire body with its white heat. And
then I saw where the voices where coming from: beside me in the full sunlight
were the black woman and a black man from the green sedan. And I wasn't
masturbating; I was being fondled intimately by the man's surprisingly gentle
(though none the more welcome) paw between my legs! With a start, I tried to
get up and the woman laughed in a lilting voice, which I recognized as Haitian.
She put both hands on my shoulders and firmly pushed me back down on the ground.
Looking at her hands, I saw that my shoulders were now bare where my favorite
spring top had previously covered them. Frowning, I looked down further and saw
why I was feeling the man's hand so easily between my legs: I was totally nude
and lying on a patch of grass in the direct sunlight! I struggled to get up
again and was once again pushed down, more roughly this time, banging my head on
the firm ground beneath the grass.
In a voice as lilting as the black woman's, the man said something and I figured
they were speaking Spanish or French. The woman laughed and shifted position,
exchanging places with the man who was holding my legs to the grass firmly. I
thought I'd be able to move easier once the hand was removed from my crotch and
the woman's weaker arms were substituted for the black man's but I was wrong.
Her arms clamped around my calves with all the pressure of a vise and they were
forced apart unceremoniously. While my upper body was held ridged by the man's
hands and arms, my legs were opened like a clam under a starfish's constant
pressure. To my horror, I was able to look down and see the woman's face slowly
descending behind my opened, clean-shaven pussy! I redoubled my struggles and
they both laughed without showing even the slightest increased effort.
My legs were quickly pulled even further apart and the laughing woman's face
disappeared from my sight. But my eyes opened widely as I felt first her warm
breath then her face against my genitals! I was already completely lubricated
from the unconscious fondling and now I was being forcefully fucked my some
crazy black woman's tongue! I screamed and once more the man laughed, this time
not joined by the woman, as she was busily licking and slurping nosily between
my thighs. I quivered as far away from the touch as possible but I totally
unable to withdraw a single inch. The face and tongue did their dance between
my pussy's lips and over my clitoris.
I looked up into the black man's smiling face and screamed again. He seemed
completely unmindful of the noise I was making and I soon tired of it, knowing
that if he wasn't concerned, there couldn't be a good reason to continue.
Instead I started to plead with them to stop, even as my body started to respond
to the expert ministrations of the woman's mouth. I felt my body arch against
my will and knew I was dripping like a fountain from my excited pussy, hating
every minute of it while loving it just the same.
My body stiffened and the spasms began, my legs involuntarily clinching around
the woman's face, my pussy seeking even greater release into her eager face.
This time when I screamed, it was a scream of uncontrollable passion as the
orgasm slammed its way through me with wave after wave of overwhelming jerks and
twitches. I was completely at the mercy of my body and it took control of my
mind as well, turning all my thoughts and words to meaningless dribble.
My devastating orgasm subsiding, I slowly returned to my senses and discovered
that the face between my legs was gone and the man and woman had once again
exchanged positions. And as the woman said something to the black man with a
very stern look on her face, I got the distinct feeling that it wasn't something
I wanted to understand in any language! And when the man opened my legs in the
same manner his woman had earlier, I knew I was not going to be happy about
whatever was said. He too placed his clean-shaven face against my still
dripping pussy and opened his mouth to my juices. His tongue was much more
insistent than the woman's and its penetration felt more like the probing of a
penis. (By 20, I had had the experience of four lovers, about four less than
most of my peers. Still, I was intimately familiar with feelings of opening and
widening).
His tongue did its vile dance for a few minutes longer while I stared up into
the woman's leering face. Then my worst fears were realized as the tongue was
removed and man's body began to slide forward and over my pried open legs. As I
looked down in horror, I saw the greedy eyes of this dark black animal, looking
more like a panther than a human. He proceeded a lot more slowly than he needed
to, seeming to savor the anticipation of what he had in store for my helpless
body.
I couldn't help screaming again and again as the realization of what was about
to happen crashed through my panicked brain. But his relentless forward
progress over my belly, over my small breasts (stopping to suckle at the nipples
of both, making them ridged completely against my will), over my face increased
my panic by the second. Now in a full hopeless struggle, I felt the man's legs
working mine further and further apart, widening them for his broad hips to pass
freely between.
And as I gasped for air under the weight of his large, glistening, almost
hairless body, I felt the first touch of something like a steel bat against my
pussy's saturated lips. A second later, I knew an agony like none I have ever
known before: his huge black cock rammed up against, between and through my
pussy's lips and all the way to the back of my vagina. This time, my scream was
muffled by the musky taste and scent of my own body as the black man brought his
wet mouth to mine and forcefully shared my wetness with me. Unlike the pleasant
and arousing behaviour of this morning, this assault was almost as vile as the
wickedly humongous prick planted so deeply into me that it felt as though it was
bowing the spine.
Pulling back, he almost caused me to lose consciousness. It felt as though he
was yanking my vagina inside out or removing my cervix with a pair of pliers!
My jaws clenched and with them, my pussy clamped down on the retreating penis,
trying desperately to save itself from certain maiming and mutilation to no
avail. I grimaced in physical grief as the insistent prick withdrew almost
completely and the man looked down into my crying eyes. Then the agony of
another violent thrust shoved me backward into the grass, spreading my ass from
the weight and force.
He seemed to take great pleasure from looking at the pain he was causing me
simply by slowly raping me. And the woman stared at my body as I was attacked,
carefully observing everything about the act taking place before her. She held
my upper body in a grip totally unnecessary since the man had me so completely
at his mercy.
Then the ordeal really began. The very slow and constant fucking I was made to
endure went on with the same laborious pace for longer than I could count. Each
& every thrust and withdrawal brought with it new pain and horror. I was being
torn apart slowly and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. In,
out, in, out - his face glistening with sweat, his cock maintaining the almost
artificial rigidity of a battering ram. My small tits being crushed to my chest
with his maddening pace.
As I thought back to the dripping condition of my pussy before the raping began
and after both their tongues had licked and sucked me to frenzy, I knew I'd be
bleeding to death if not for the careful moistening they had brought. Still, I
was sure there was no room for even a drop of my natural lubrication to slip
past the impossibly thick girth of the black man's cock. On and on, the
deliberate and measured raping continued until I was barely able to keep my eyes
open or my mouth shut.
Then ever so slowly, it got worse as the pace quickened gradually. The 'pulling
apart' feeling was gradually replaced by something like the manic screwing high
school boys all seemed to match. The grunts from above me became more and more
guttural and the black woman's look of intensity increased with every passing
moment. She appeared to be feeling as much from my rape as he was - getting
some sort of symbiotic pleasure from watching her man almost fuck me into the
ground. She started to pant and sweat almost as much as he did though the
bright sunlight was warm but not hot.
Finally, the black man reached the speed of traditional screwing and maintained
it. The size and shape of his cock didn't change but its friction increased as
though it were growing leaps and bounds. I now felt as though my pussy was on
fire. My previous wetness all but nonexistent now, I could feel each and every
vein in the embedded prick as it passed by my swollen and abused lips. And he
kept up this pace for longer than any man I had ever heard of, now gleefully
enjoying the sounds and sights of my rape: looking down between us to watch his
body pass into mine; smiling at the look of utter misery on my face; staring at
my tits as they bounced back and forth under the constant motion of his fucking.
Then I felt a change. As soon as I did, it was a mixed blessing for the man was
obviously approaching orgasm but gaining size while embedded in my crotch. I
may have been on the verge of passing out up until then but I was slammed back
into the moment with such incredible violence my eyes lost focus of both his
face and hers. Suddenly like a human battering ram, the black rapist finished
his deed with a thrust that completely knocked the wind from my chest, bruised
by pussy's lips like a ripe plum, and ground my ass into the grass hard enough
for me to smell the water crushed from inside.
Then the end came with his massive grunts and groaning overwhelming my attempts
to scream with no wind to do so. And I felt the massive gush of torrents of cum
spraying into the deepest parts of my pussy, filling every single fold and
crevice of my interior completely with it. The woman began to holler as well,
looking like she was having an orgasm at the same time her man did, her eyes
rolling up and back in her head while she shook and trembled.
As for me, there was nothing left to do but wait for my breath to return, for
his cock to cease its spasms and multiple streams of cum. It was still buried
so far inside me that I could feel the steady flow of hot, thick prick cream
onto and into my cervix, making me certain beyond a doubt that there was little
chance to avoid becoming pregnant from this very through rape.
And as his thick spent penis finally softened enough to cause no more pain and
slip messily from my pussy, the black fucker rolled off my battered body and
onto his back beside me. The woman stopped neither looking into my eyes nor
loosening her hold on my upper body. But she did reposition herself over me to
sit on my belly, holding me down now with her sheer body weight. She said
something to me that I couldn't understand and slapped me when I returned her
gaze with vacant eyes. She repeated what she'd said and still I couldn't
understand it. This time she shook her head at me as though I were a
simple-minded child and said something similar to the man who had just finished
raping my 20- year old body. He laughed, smiled and opened his eyes gleefully,
getting slowly to his feet and pulling on his clothes. Only then did the black
bitch pull her cunt off my stomach and drag me to my feet. As I stood erect, a
huge mass of semen dropped from between my pussy's lips and spread nastily on
both my thighs and inner legs. The bitch laughed and pointed while her bastard
reached back inside his pants and gave his still enormous cock a few suggestive
pulls, bringing renewed horror to me. But this time it was only some sort of
joke or plan because I wasn't pulled back to the ground.
I felt a hand rammed roughly between my legs and up against my crotch. The
instantaneous pain was enough to make me double over and cry out again. It was
the black bitch grabbing my sore pussy and running her fingers through the
incredible mess still issuing from it. Withdrawing her hand, she brought it to
her lips and looked into my disgusted face as she licked it slowly. I started
to turn away and she slapped me with that hand, splattering cum all over the
side of my face, my hair and upper body. I started crying again and they both
laughed, pulling me towards the green sedan and my bright red 2003 Mustang
convertible. I was still nude but it didn't seem to matter much right then.
After all, whatever they had planned for me next probably didn't involve my
clothes. No, I didn't think my clothes were really anything to worry about
wherever we were going now.
