Community Service: Chapter One

By Posing Somdomite

BANG. BANG. BANG.

       "Sharon, get your lazy ass out of bed," Margo yelled between forceful knocks on the dorm room door. The fact she even had to go through this little charade agitated the young red head beyond words. There was no way in hell Sharon was still asleep, Margo was pounding loud enough to wake a corpse.  The Blackberry in her back pocket started to vibrate, indicating a text message was received. Margo cursed very softly as she fished the phone out of her designer jeans.

               sorry. sick. will do next month's event. promise!!!

“You're a selfish coward,” Mar screamed at the door. She quickly spun around on the heels of her new Prada boots and stormed down the hall in a huff. The young coed was angry enough to punch out a decrepit old lady. No wonder she had run unopposed for the job of Sorority Philanthropy director.  Wrangling a pack of rich, spoiled, self-absorbed prima-donnas was a task straight from hell.

Despite her sarcastic, tough jock attitude, Margo was always very caring.  Giving up one Saturday of her month to help the less fortunate didn't seem like the end of the world. She'd like to believe her adopted sisters felt the same way. Yet, the hallway of the college dormitory resembled a western town at high noon. One of the doors slowly started to creek open before suddenly slamming shut again.

“Good grief,” Margo thought to herself. “They've learned the sound of my freaking footsteps.”

As she rounded the corner, Mar noticed a small group of girls waiting for the elevator. One of the ladies spotted Margo in the corner of her eye and hit the button again.

“Hang on! Wait you guys,” Margo yelled, sprinting as fast as her muscular thighs could.

Remarkably, every other sorority girl had seemingly to gone deaf overnight. The flock of girls avoided eye contact and faked small talk, allowing the steel doors to nearly close in Margo's face.

“When did I get the plague?” she grumbled to herself before kicking the elevator door.

Mar hurried down the stairs and shoved the side exit open, the chill morning air gushing in. The strong wind blew around her auburn hair as she raced across the campus green.  Margo  lowered her head and wished she had worn more than just the thin sorority hoodie. 

She passed by a male student who twisted his neck around and looked her over.  Margo paid it little notice.  Four years of high school sports had given her broad shoulders and a round, thick ass. Men “subtly” eyeballed her everywhere she went. 

The attention was nice but it was one more reason she never liked doing community service alone. The school wouldn't use a shuttle bus for less than five people and she'd need to walk through some rougher parts of Pittsburgh.

The gated entrance of her college was almost like the checkpoint to a United States embassy. Once Margo crossed past the fence she was in a completely different world. In a matter of a few blocks the entire environment transformed, the brownstone buildings giving way to barred windows on graffiti covered housing projects.

Margo quickened her pace as she crossed below the underpass, desperate not to attract the attention of a group of homeless people warming by an oil drum fire.

She turned left on to MLK Drive just as the wind picked up again. Margo squinted her big doe eyes and pulled the directions out of her hoodie.

“606? 909? You're so useless Sharon.”

Mar would have liked proper printed out direction with a map. Sharon had just lazily wrote a number on to a torn scrap of paper, she didn't even bother to put the street name.  Margo kept flipping the paper over, completely unsure of if the numbers were intended to be 6's or 9's.

Margo mumbled to herself and crumbled up the paper, tossing it towards the nearest full dumpster. Looks like she'd have to check both buildings, not a big deal, but she was certainly going to chew Sharon out once she got back.

Margo inspected her surroundings as she climbed the stairs of 606 MLK Drive. Her gut told her this was the right building. It looked just like the kind of places she helped renovate for previous community service events- an evicted, rotting building complete with broken windows and spilled garbage.

The sound of voices inside filled her mind with a small relief, the project organizer must already be working. She knocked on the front door, a much more polite knock than in the dorms. She waited a moment before knocking again.

The voices inside started talking faster but she couldn't make out actual sentences. While waiting,  Margo pulled out a small pocket mirror and inspected her appearance. The winter weather had made her cheeks even rosier than usual. Even her small, upturned nose was now a pink shade, creating a cute, cartoon rabbit appearance.

The door slowly creaked open and Mar shoved the mirror in her purse. Out walked a muscular black man in a white tank top and a flat brim, red ball cap.

“Hello, I'm Margo,” she said cheerfully. “I'm here to help with the community service.”

The young man just stared at her for a second before catching up to speed. “Oh yeah, cool. Names D'Marcus,” he said with a quick handshake. “We're in the last room on the left. Glad you made it,” he stated while holding the door open for her.

Margo smiled and headed down the hall. D'Marcus seemed rather surprised at first. It must have been because she showed up alone and they were expecting a lot of help. Make no mistake, Margo was going to be writing her sisters up. They had just made her and the entire sorority look bad.

When everyone is short on their required hours they better not...

The thought ended abruptly as she entered the room. There was a heavy, hazy smoke and it reeked from marijuana. Rap music blared from a crappy, old stereo. Four other young black men relaxed on beat up old sofas, all wearing various red items. On the table sat an open switch blade, bricks of cocaine, and a heavy, black handgun.

Without a word Margo spun around to bolt out of the room, colliding with D'Marcus.  He wrapped his arms around her and heel kicked the apartment door closed.

“This little bitch is named Margo,” he said through a wicked grin. “She's here to help y'all niggas with some community service.”

Margo's heart raced as laughs and evil grins filled the room.

“Damn son, a fucking red haired bitch,” exclaimed a rather short thug. “I never got to jump a red head before.”

The word “jump” nearly destroyed her inside. Margo's worst fears were coming true.

An obese gangster, rubbed at his crotch. “Look at that sweater. You know them sorority girls are all huge sluts.”

Margo was horrified. Could he actually think she'd like this? The lankiest of the men sat up to get a better look at her.

“Shit man, never mind the sweater,” he explained. “Look at her skin color. All white girls are secret sluts.”

Margo open her mouth and words just started to pour out uncontrollably. “Please don't hurt me! I went to a wrong house. This was a mistake,” she cried. “I will go and won't tell anyone what I saw. I promise! You can take my purse. Don't hurt me."

A very angry gangster, dressed in an old fashion suit and sunglasses, stood up and slapped her across the face.

“We can? You ever think you can ever tell a black man what to do, you're a worthless little honkey trick,” the suited man scolded with a still raised fist.  “You don't even have the right to talk to us. Niggas, don't give this white she-devil the satisfaction of a fuck. I say we give her a proper beat down and dump the body some where.”

Margo wasn't sure if she was going to vomit, faint, or both. How could someone she had never met hate her so much? D'Marcus managed to keep her from rag-dolling to the floor, though he just wanted her standing so he could continue rubbing his crotch on her ass.

“Get off you're fucking high horse man,” D'Marcus scolded. “Enjoy some white tail with us. You wanna leave this apartment alive, baby?”

“Oh god yes. I will do whatever you want,” Mar explained as tear began to roll down her rosy cheeks. D'Marcus kissed her neck and groped her breasts. Margo closed her eyes and whimpered.

“What a smart little white slut,” D'Marcus cooed as he continued to leave hickeys on her neck.  Without warning he let go and she fell to the floor with a thud. The lanky gangster pointed and let out an obnoxious laugh.

“Strip to your fucking panties, NOW!”  D'Marcus ordered.

Grunting, Margo made it to her feet. She reached for her sweatshirt and then stopped. Her mind was having a war with itself. Mar knew she had to do what they said. Her life depended on it. Still, another part of her was screaming no. Doing this would change her forever. She'd be broken inside.  Looking up, she saw all the gazing eyes and lecherous smiles. Never before had she felt so violated. Why didn't...

“Hurry the fuck up you lazy cracker,” the suited man snarled through clenched teeth. “ You don't want to see me pissed off.”

Margo didn't see how the dark skinned man could get any angrier than he already was, but  she wasn't about to test the theory. In a blink of an eye her sorority sweater was on the ground. She fumbled with the buttons on the Abercrombie dress shirt, biting her lip to keep from crying. The open shirt slid down her back, sending a shiver along with it. The thugs jeered and laughed at the new sight: two full, curvaceous, pale breasts hidden behind a lacy deep blue bra.

“What a fucking sight,” proclaimed the littlest thug. “A red haired bitch in a blue bra. It even gotta cute little bow in the middle.”

The bow. Her heart skipped the beat, a terrifying revelation dawning. Mar dressed this morning half a sleep, rushing to not be late. She didn't even remember what she choose, but she always matched. The blue bow bra could only mean...

“Wake up white gurl,” the fat man said while snapping his fingers. “Get them jeans off.”

Margo felt light headed again as the room swirled. “Please, I have credit cards. Three of them! I'll give you the pin!” she blabbered.

“We can have the cards if you're alive or not.” The angriest member stated as he cracked his knuckles.

Margo practically jumped out of her Prada boots. Her trembling hands struggled to undo the belt. Her eyes closed in fear as the skin tight jeans peeled to the ground, dreading what was coming next. Please, please, please have worn something else. Why did she even buy those panties? Her parents were right to have scolded her. Why didn't she listen?

There was no hooting or hollering like when she took off her shirt. There was just a hushed silence that slowly filled a room, a group revelation that confirmed her worst fear. Peering through half shut eyes, Margo saw slacked jaws on all of the thugs. Even the man wearing shades looked pleasantly surprised.

“Shit son,” the lankiest criminal exclaimed through a Cheshire cat grin. He shook his heads in disbelief, taking a moment to find the right words. “This slut came gift wrapped,” he yelled before breaking into a full chest laugh. 

The others quickly joined in, their voices more rowdy and spiteful than before. Margo could only lower her head and sob. The man was telling the truth. The only thing hiding her sex was a dainty, lace covered, blue g-string. The back of the lingerie was just two slithers of fabric forming a t shape, with an actual blue birthday present bow sewed to the center.

The young redhead couldn't even bare to look at the thugs expressions. She kept her eyes glued to the dirty apartment floor and slowly moved her hands behind her back, a futile attempt cover her very exposed ass.

“Turn around and stick that ass out,” D'Marcus ordered with a finger twirling motion. Margo quickly complied, meekly spinning around, her legs as soft as noodles. Her ass shook a little, but only from fear.

The angriest thugs open palm connected right on the center of Margo's behind. She leaped and let out a startled, high pitch squeal that pleased the gangsters. “I know you white bitches have gold fish brains, but this is unacceptable,” belittled Warith. “My nigga just told you stick that pale ass out.”

Margo quickly arched her back, her ass poking out towards the approaching gangsters. The flow of tears down her face steadied as everyone closed in. The shaded man continued to squeeze and grope it.

“God damn, I've never seen a white bitch with so much booty,” he exclaimed mid inspection. “Who said you were allowed this cracker?”

Margo's lips were moving before her brain even registered the question. “Well...uh...I...uh...mostly.. m...my genetics. I do...um..s-s-sports... ran track....swam....crew t-t-teaam,” her sentence ended in another high pitch squeal as a different hand struck her left cheek. It was the short man, smiling from ear to ear.

“Typical white bitch. Thinks she can have anything she wants,” the lankey thug commented as he massaged her breasts. “These titties are nice and firm gurl. Daddy buy you them?”

Margo tried to choke in another sob as invading hands explored every inch at her. “No sir. My breasts are real,” she explained in a near whisper. Fattie shook his head, clearly not convinced.

“Going have to see for myself,” the chubby thug stated as he ripped the bra off her body.

His surprise invasion startled Mar, she rose to her tip toes and shrieked again. Her breasts jiggled and bounced, the pink nipples freed from the restrictive bra, again pleasing the men.

“Shit son, we haven't even fucked this slut yet and she already shrieking,”  the fat man said between licks of her left breast. Margo slightly shifted her body away from the thug's invading tongue, but it just raised the right breast invitingly to the angrier thug.

“ All white cunts are like that,” the shaded thug explained as if he was an expert. “ These assholes think they're untouchable and their shit don't stank. Isn't that true, baby?” he asked before bitting on her right nipple.

Margo gasped, in pain and slight pleasure, from his bite. Her stomach turned again as her mind raced for an answer to the question. She could answer honestly and risk angering the thug by disagreeing. On the other hand, agreeing would supply him with more hateful lies. There was no right answer and the thug knew it.

“Whatever you say,” she pleaded as ten sets of hands tugged her around, treating the coed as if she was a rag doll. “Please, I beg you, don't kill me. I'm only twenty years old.”

D'Marcus scoffed as he walked over to the stereo. “You wanna live to see twenty one?” he threatened while turning the volume up. “Shake that pudgey, pale ass.”

The gang members collapsed onto nearby the sofas and chairs as bass line out of the speakers. They all sat their laughing and passing a blunt. It was in that moment Margo truly understood the situation. These men were monsters. They didn't see her as another human being, but just a fun, little distraction. She was meat to starving animals and they wouldn't think twice about putting a bullet in her head. If she wanted to make it out of this room alive, she'd have to be everything they wanted.

Margo was a survivor. She'd give them everything they could imagine and more. They'd never know what hit them.

Mar wiped a tear from her eye and started to wiggle her full ass to the pulsating beat.

Time for some real community service.

Many thanks to:

Venom

Turner28

Blackstallion21

Community Service: Part Two

By Posing Somdomite

Left. Right. Left. Right. Up. Down. Up. Slow down.

Margo swayed her hips to and through, letting her long, auburn hair bounce and gather in her face. As the rap music continued to blare, her mind combed through years of her teenage memories. School dances, college parties, rap videos, anything even remotely valuable. All those stupid, exaggerated, drunken dance moves she used to jokingly do with her girlfriends were the only thing that could save her life now. The terrified coed did not stop moving for even one second, running off nothing but adrenaline and pure fear of the five black men lounging around the apartment.

       

Everything was such a blur, Margo honestly had no idea how long she'd been dancing.  Her knees ached in a burning pain and sweat had begun beading down her back. The boom box had played five or six songs already, so she had been moving nonstop for fifteen minutes at the very least. Mar desperately wanted to stop for a second and catch her breath, but she wouldn't dare risk it. The gun sitting on the table was all the motivation she needed anyway.

The thugs still leered at her, but the looks had changed. When this ordeal had first started their eyes were glued on Margo. She could not escape their gaze. Now, the hardened criminal still watched her, but they also watched the basketball game on television, counted the stacks of money, and text messaged on their cellphones. She was just another little distraction, a luxury.

She was just another appliance in the apartment.

The smallest thug was the most enamored with her, motioning her over to his chair with a small gesture of the pinky. Though the sight of him made her sick, Margo forced out a half smile and swayed over to the little man.

“Sweet jesus, you got black girl thighs,” he proclaimed as his hands wrapped around her lower waist. He pulled her practically on top of his lap, letting her straddle his knee, as his hands slid under her g-string and rested on her ass cheeks. “Show me how little white sluts kiss.”

Margo leaned forward and their lips met. The small thug did not hesitate in shoving his tongue down her throat. It caught her off guard and for a split second she thought about pulling away before realizing what a terrible idea that would be.

“You taste great baby,” he said through a toothy grin. His hands squeezed her behind before sliding back up to her hips. “I'd could drink that spit all day.”

“Thanks baby. You too,” she lied. Margo shuddered as his hands traced her shape up and found the way to her ample breasts. The thug continued to kiss her over and over, their lips meeting like magnets. His breath reeked of liquor and smoke, but she had no option but to  French back and let him molest her bosom.

“Don't forget about the rest of us bitch,” the lanky man yelled from the edge of the couch. The kissing had distracted her enough to ease off on the dancing, performing only an effortless little shake. His long arm reached out and struck her backside. “Shake that cute little blue tail for us.”

Margo jumped from the unexpected strike and then her mind filled with shame, the unnecessary reminder that she wore nothing but a blue g-string with a sewed on birthday present bow. Choking back another sob, she started to shimmy her ass rapidly, the blue bow bouncing around sporadically, making her ass crack temporarily visible.

The short thug placed his hands around the back of her head and guided Margo down to the crotch of his blue jeans. Against her face, she could feel his member harden and twitch under the clothes. She gulped, looking up with her pleading doe eyes, silently begging him to stop.

“You ever suck a nigga before?” he asked through a wicked grin.

Margo, bent over and still wiggling her exposed ass, timidly shook her head no. “I've sucked dicks but never a...black guy before,” she explained with carefully weighted words.

The thug could not hide his joy as he unzipped his pants. The erect shaft springing out and slapping across the side of her face, laughter breaking out from the other thugs... “Hope you don't choke to death,” he mocked.

Margo's eyes widened in surprise. Pressed against her face was the biggest penis she had ever seen in her life. The criminal was significantly longer and thicker than the all the men she had been with before. As she stared in amazement, a terrible thought occurred to her.

This is the smallest guy here. How big are the others?

“Don't just stare at it gurl. Suck the black off it,” ordered the smallest thug as he rubbed his  penis across her face, smearing precum on her cheek. The vulgar gesture brought Margo back to reality.

The college girl started to slowly lick around the head, more out of reluctance than actual foreplay, but the gangster didn't mind. He clearly hadn’t showered yet and the scent of his body odor hovered over her nose. Mar tried to keep her lunch down. The last thing she wanted was to lick a stranger's penis, especially a sweaty one, but it honestly was her best option. Maybe (just maybe) if she got them all off with her mouth then they wouldn't have the energy left to rape her. It was a long shot, but just giving five blowjobs would be a victory at this point.

The tip licking turned into a small kiss, which turned into a slow suck. She started to work her mouth around the shaft, no easy feat given its girth. The thug let out a pleased moan as his penis gradually disappeared down the white girl’s throat. Her gag reflex was going full force.

Meanwhile, the lanky thug gave her a backhand slap on the inside flesh of each of her thighs, a crude gesture to get her to spread her legs more. Margo adjusted herself to a wider stance as she continued to work her mouth up and down the other criminal's penis, but it wasn't satisfactory enough.

“Spread those asscheeks,” the tall man ordered as he painfully squeezed and dug his nails into her behind. “I want to see what we're working with here.”

Margo’s reflexed in pain, and she was careful to not bite down on the penis. There was no need for nail digging, she was already broken and would have followed the order. It was becoming abundantly clear that the gang members enjoyed causing her physical torture as well as emotional. She quickly reached back with both hands and spread her ass cheeks apart, a gesture she had not done, not even fathomed doing, for any boyfriend before.

The young coed felt the dainty g-string being brushed to the side just before a disgusting, cold glob of the thug's spit collided into her sex. Two fingers began to rub the saliva into her womanhood and Margo whimpered, part in despair and part from the sensitive area being touched.

“The shit is pretty banged up,” scoffed the lankiest thug in disgust as he massaged her clitoris with two long, wet fingers. “This whore's pussy is worn out. You let every little white dick you see plow you?”

A small sob of protest was all that could escape Margo's filled mouth. The words hit home hard. She wasn't a whore. Not anymore at least. In high school she had been too reckless and free, getting too enamored with any boy she crossed paths with and trusting that their intentions were true.  Now a day, she was much more conservative and rational, not even being particularly active outside of long relationships. Not that it was an answer the brutes would understand or were even looking for.

“Hey slut, I asked if you let this pussy get stretched out every night,” the molesting thug repeated as his fingers stopped rubbing and started to plunge into her sex.

Margo whole body trembled from his exploration, even her jaw vibrated pleasurably judging from the small thug's reactions. She removed his girth from her mouth to answer the other man.

“Yes, I'm a whore who got her pussy stretched out,” Mar stated defeated between licks of the cock.  “I'm really sorry, but I can still suck fine.” She stared to comprehend the words pouring out of her mouth, the words these men had pushed her to saying, and her eyes started to really water up again.

The lanky thug laughed again. “I ain't surprised that you’s a hoe,” he belittled. “I barely been in your pussy a fucking second and you're already dripping wet.”

More shame flooded over her from his words. The plunging in and out of the thug’s fingers had quickly caused her sex to moisten and swell, but she couldn't control that. Could she?

Every second in this apartment filled her with not only more fear for survival, but also a deeper sense of personal disgust and worthlessness.

“Fine work D'marcus. You stick us with a stupid, honky bitch and she's already torn up. I didn't think this white cunt could be anymore useless,” stated the suited thug as he shook his head from the other side of the couch as he lit another blunt.

The head thug looked away from Margo long enough to flip off his suited comrade. “What did you expect nigga? All white bitches spread their legs snatches open for anything with a heartbeat,” he rationalized, but not before an evil grin appeared. “There is something else though they keep tight and protected.”

Margo's eyes sprang open as her hope of escaping even remotely unscathed dissolved. These monsters were going to get every possible use out of her. The lanky criminal grinned from his boss’s idea. His elongated fingers removed from Margo sex, a slow process that agonized her with shameful pleasure, and they started to prod at her tightly, closed asshole.

The coed's knees buckled from the pain that even a small exploration of the area caused. Her hands released the grip on her spread ass cheeks, making things more difficult, and she turned away from the small thug’s crotch to look at her new assailant.

“Please. Don't do this. I'm begging you all,” Margo pleaded as she looked back over her shoulder with big doe eyes. “I will suck you all off and let you all fuck my pussy for as long as you want, just please show me this shred of mercy.”

The lanky thug frowned, his fingers still stuck up her tight ass, and he reached out and struck her behind with his free hand. The smack was the hardest yet and a pathetic yelp escaped the girl’s lungs.

“Bitch, don't act like you have any say in this” he growled at her. “Get back bent over and spread now or I'm going to stretch you out with my cock instead of my fingers.”

Margo plunged her head back down, burying a tearful cry into the smaller thug’s erect crotch. Her hands quickly reached back and spread her pale ass again, the raw, pinkness of her sex and asshole inviting to the thugs in the room. The exploring fingers had been joined by a larger thumb. Each small movement sent a shock wave of pain through her body, but the hardened cock in her mouth took away the luxury of even biting down on anything. Margo had no option but to writhe around in the discomfort of two filled holes.

“Oh shit, I'm gonna bust a nut,” the small thug proclaimed as Margo felt his cock twitch in her mouth. He unexpectedly grabbed the back of Margo's head and drove it down to the base of his crotch. The surprise throat invasion caused her gag reflex to go crazy as she gasped for air.  The little thug groaned as she shot a steady stream of hot semen down her throat. The sorority girl was never a swallower and even the taste appalled her. She was given no choice here, but to cough and gag in agony.

The small thug sunk back into his chair, a pleased sigh escaping as he contently closed her eyes. Without a moments warning, Margo was yanked back by her auburn hair, the lankiest thug had endings his ass exploration and pulled the college student over to his lap. His cock was already visibly rising through his black pants.

Without a word said Margo knew to get back to work. Her hands fumbled with the criminals belt and zippers, producing a much longer penis than the previous one. Her earlier predictions and fears were coming true.

“This bitch is starting to get the drill,” the Lanky man commented as Margo started to work a closed fist up and down his length.  “Maybe we can train her to be a proper white slut.”

“She ain't that well trained,” remarked the overweight thug as he yanked on Margo's g-string. It didn't pull her over to him properly, but the elastic snapped back on her ass and the small girl yelped again. “She should know she has two hands for a reason.”

Quickly Margo reached down his sweatpants with her free hand, fishing out his hardening manhood as well. He wasn't as long as the other, but it was much thicker.  Each revelation brought more terrifying news. She started to suck slowly on the head of the longer cock, as she worked a single finger sensually up and down the fat cock's shaft.

“Don't play favorites gurl,” the fat thug ordered with as he twisted one of her nipples.

Mar grimaced and quickly complied. She switched to sucking him and jerking off the other. After few moments a slap landed under the other breast.

“Get those dick sucking lips back over here,” the lanky thug ordered.

Margo slid her mouth off the fat penis and started to suck on one of the other man's balls.

However, every time she showed one attention the other responded with a smack, or grab, or pinch. Her attempts to please both of them resulted in just more physical abuse. There was no winning and it might just drive her mad.

“Do you expect my dick to suck itself or are you trying to offend me She-Devil,” the suited man asked from the other side of the couch.

Filled with apprehension from his comments and whole demeanor, Mar instantly released the other two cocks and scurried to the suited man. Her hands eagerly reached down to his pants, but a backhand across the face knocked her away.

“I don't wont those filthy hands on me,” he growled at her. “Use your mouth like a proper cave bitch.”

Bottling up all her feelings of anger and disgust, Margo quickly lowered her head on to his suit pants. Her free hands soon found the cocks of the fat man and D'Marcus, who had just slid his chair closer. She struggled to move the zipper with her tongue, afraid to bite too hard and injury his growing penis. The suited man watched her struggle to do the simplest task with great enjoyment.

Eventually, she got the pants undone and the man wasted no time in shoving his penis down the length of her throat. His hands (the no touching rule apparently applying only to her) grabbed the back of her head and held it in place. She gagged and spit as he refused to allow her head the slightest degree of movement. Margo was quickly running out of air to breath and began panicking. Her knees squirmed around as the hands on the other cocks flailed for help.

“This is how you make a white woman suck cock,” the suited man arrogantly explained as she writhed around for her very life.

After an eternity he loosened his grip and Margo threw herself backwards onto the ground, gasping to fill her empty lungs. The perpetrator just contently glared at her behind his shades.

“Crawl around the room slut,” ordered D'Marcus with a toothy grin. “Make sure ever thug gets some white dome.”

She somberly nodded and began to crawl on all fours, her face turning a bright red from humiliation. She sucked each man, nervous about spending too much or too little time at one location, before crawling to the next as hands perpetually reached out to slap her large behind. The crawl to the suited thug was always the worst part, knowing the abuse waiting, but she serviced him in turn as well.

Some time after Margo lost count of full trips around the room, the lanky thugs cock began to twitch. She braced herself for another mouthful of seed, but the gang member quickly pulled out. His stream sprayed shot directly into her right eye. The sticky substance burned and temporarily blinded her, but judging by the man’s laughter she knew not to wipe it away.

Before she even had time to crawl on the fat man had yanked her by an arm and shot off. His semen was sticking to her auburn hair and left ear. Mar wanted to break down into a blubbering ball of emotion. This was so foreign and removed from any other sexual instances she had experienced.  Everything else had been two individuals joining in a moment of mutual pleasure. In this den she might as well have been a box of tissues.

She crawled to the suited man, being sure to swallow in a deep breath of air, when she felt her g-string be yanked down and something brush up against her butt. She looked over her shoulder, lips quivering as she saw D'Marcus standing with his rock hard cock against her plush behind.

“Finders keepers, I caught the little slut so I get first ride,” The ringleader explained leered down at the frightened girl and slowly began to hotdog her ass crack with his large shaft.

Her heart began to pump faster than at any point before. This was it; the moment they'd really ruin her. These monsters were about to dirty her in a way she could never wash away. Margo knew it was pointless to try and stop them. She could only fight for the smallest of victories.

“Please. Fuck my pussy. I swear it will feel great,” she pleaded. “Don't fuck my ass. I want your black dick in my pussy.”

“A couple hours in here and she's begging for black cock,” D'Marcus snickered before shoving his cock full length up her pussy.

The startled girl lurched forward from the pain, but her scream was swallowed whole by the suited mans cock invading her mouth. The thugs began to thrust back and forth, rocking the white girl back and forth like a two man saw. The suited fellow was just as rough with her mouth, giving no consideration to the fact she was also trying to take a full penis in her womb.

Margo bucked up and down as D'marcus rode her from behind. “Who's my snooty, pudgey, pale assed, nigga cumdump?” he mocked.

“Me! I am,” the co-ed shrieked as she writhed around in pain, the thug letting her removing his penis from her mouth only long enough to answer her tormentors.

“You're my what?” enquired D'Marcus as he tugged back on her brown (amber isn’t a word used to describe red hair, but more brownish-red hair.) hair with one hand and continually struck her ass with the other. Each blow ringing out the sound of flesh colliding with flesh and emitting high pitched whimpers from the co-ed.

“I'm your snooty, pudgey, pale assed, black cumdump,” the girl answered through a mouthful of cock.

D'Marcus quickly connected with a donkey punch to the back of her head, causing the young girl to lurch further forward on the cock in her mouth.

“That ain't what I said,” D'Marcus corrected.

“I'm your snooty, pudgey, pale assed, nigga cumdump,” she shrieked at the exact same moment, the stern man getting the blow job leaned forward to spit down in her face.

“Watch your mouth cracker,” he scolded.

It was too much going on at once for Margo to handle. She broke down into a sobbing mess, but even those were muffled by the cock jammed down her throat. The bastard still denied and controlled her breathing. The breath she needed so badly from the rough railing she was receiving from D'Marcus. Her ass, now bright red from slaps, jiggled with each thrust and out of the corner of her eye she could see a blinking red light on a cell phone. Another thug had started recording this nightmare.

Worst of all, her stomach did absolute circles. The physical and emotional torment was beginning to weigh too heavily on her, not to mention she hadn't even eaten since last night. Each shove in either direction sent her insides flipping and spilling. She could feel the sickness in her stomach slowly rise, but the seated man wasn't even giving her long enough breaths to deal with it.

D'Marcus continued to beat her ass like bongos as his thrust increased in speed. He suddenly growled and shoved the cock into the hilt as his black seed pumped in her belly. The tremble of Margo's body was enough to send the other thug over the edge. His penis too explored in her mouth as his cohorts cheered and hollered. Margo coughed and sputtered for air.

She caught her breath just in time to notice that the cheering had ceased; replaced by a thick silence. Looking down the exhausted, raped girl saw a terrifying sight. She had coughed up more than just semen and spit. The contents of her stomach had found a new home.

On the man's dress shoes.

Margo choked in a sob, realizing things were about to get much worse.

       “Move that fat, pale ass down there, she-devil!”
       The words rang out from behind Margo, filled with irony, as it seemed as if she was descending into hell. She stood at the top of the basement staircase, glancing fearfully into a dark abyss. The angry suited thug stood just behind her out of sight, shoes drenched in vomit and a heart drenched with hate.
       “Listen. I am so sorry about your dress shoes” she whimpered meekly. “I will buy new ones. I will clean them. I'll lick them clean if you want!”
       Margo couldn't believe what she just offered, but she truly was terrified of the abyss. She didn't know what waited below, but she knew it could only be worse than what she had endured before. If fiction had taught her anything, basements were cold and poorly lit, and buried far enough below ground to bury every scream and shriek from earshot.
       “Yeah, you will lick them clean, honkey,” the livid assailant sneered. “As soon as you get your cave bitch ass downstairs.”
       Behind her Mar could hear one of the other thugs laughs at these comments. The other four had all remained seating, returning to the television and weed on the table. If the suited man was going to kill her, none of them seemed too bothered by it. The lack of humanity offered by her captors truly horrified Margo.
       “Don't take out too much anger just yet,” D'Marcus lectured like a nosey teacher. “None of us has even had a chance to try her ass out yet. Leave her breathing enough for that.”
       Those words alone were enough reason to faint, but instead Mar started the slow death march down stairs and her heart pounded wildly. The throbbing was only matched by the one in her pussy at the moment. D'Marcus had ridden her roughly and all the thugs utilized her ass as a punching bag. The little blue, present bow g-string was on, but pulled completely to the side from the rape, leaving Mar's entire ass visible. With nearly each trembling footstep she felt some semen slide around or drip to the stairs below.
       Something as simple as traveling down a flight of stairs had now been turned into a grueling, slow process. Each awful detail stood out. She had only taken three uncoordinated steps when the squeaky, old door closed at the top and trapped her in the hell below. She was only six steps down when the awful odors of urine and wet dog hair reached her nose. And Mar was only half way down the staircase when her tormentor, tired of her slow speed or just enjoying her torture, decide to shove her.
       With a mouse-like squeak, Margo flipped forward and began to tumble down the staircase at full speed. Her exposed, pale skin slid and cut against the rough wood stairs. The young coed tried desperately to grab onto the half-broken railing or even the wall to slow her descent, but couldn't find a grip. After the third full flip she finally reached the ground below, but it wasn't a graceful landing in the slightest. The back of her head, and already abused ass, slammed into the unforgiving concrete wall as her right ankle filled with a burning sensation. The weak, wooden dam inside her shattered once more and Mar began to scream and sob at the bottom of the stairs.
       “Quit lying around and get that fat ass up,” the suited man barked as he straddled over her, his hand reaching out to slap her face and ass.
       “I can't,”she shrieked up at him. “I think I broke my ankle.”
       The suited man shook his head in disbelief, a small smile forming from something very comical beyond on the assaulted girl's understanding at the moment.
       “Then crawl like the white bitch you are,” he ordered without compassion or understanding.
       She struggled to pull her body up,more tired than at the end of any swim meet or volleyball game. Even to rise on all fours, which she was sure was a pleasing sight to the brute, took all the remaining energy she had stored up. Her scraped knees and bleeding elbows ached against the filthy dirt floor.
       Completely robbed of her dignity, Margo crawled like a dog towards the main area of the basement. Her eyes quickly darted around, desperate to remove her fear of the unknown with a full understanding of the new predicaments she had descended into.
Very quickly it had become evident where the smells were coming from; in eight undersized pet carriers sat some of the meanest, malnourished, lunatic dogs she had ever seen. Their furs were a mess, covered with bite marks and dried blood, and each snarled at the new girl. Mar would have felt great pity for these abused creatures if her mind was not preoccupied with fear that her fate waited in one of their jaws.
       Further in the basement was a long wooden table set up with all kinds of powders and chemicals. Clearly where the gang made their supply of drugs. Parallel to it was another work table decorated with a sea of different guns and ammunition. Margo's heart raced faster again, the fear of the single handgun up stairs having been multiplied.
       On the opposite side of the room sat a solitary chair under a low hanging light bulb, an image that instantly conjured up memories of spy films and dime novels. Adjacent to it was a large, uneven pit dug into the basement ground. Margo desperately tried to convince herself that this was where they fought the dogs and not where they buried people when a strong, ebony hand grabbed the top of her head.
       “Stand up you spoiled, cock-sucking, white princess” the man coldly instructed as he yanked on her auburn hair. 
       She staggered to her feet with a hand raised to her head, desperate to relieve the pain of his hair-pulling and to shield her face from any blows. They had only made it as far. His pants were already pressed against her full behind, sandwiching her between the edge of the work table. Margo knew she had to speak now, desperate to please the gangbanger.
       “Sir, I swear to god I am so sorry about-”
Without the slightest warning he slammed her head down on the table. The fall from the stairs had already given her a nasty headache and this unexpected violence only amplified it. Mar was now bent over the table, her bruised arms awkwardly spread across it and her bountiful breasts bunched up beneath her face.
       “Jiggle those fat, sun-deprived, honkey ass cheeks for me,” he commanded in that remorseless voice that terrified her.
       Instantly, Margo did as commanded and began to shimmy her behind. The thug's cock quickly hardening within his pants, the bulging python pressing against the softness of her flesh. He took a step back for a second and with a head tilt just seemed to inspect her movement.
       Margo didn't know what he was after, if this was another twisted little game he was making her play. She didn't dare stop though. His form of punishment had already proven to be too harsh, so she continued to wiggle and clap her ass cheeks for him.
       She wouldn't dare turn around, but through the corner of her eyes she tried to study the man. His stance and facial expressions had softened somewhat, but the difference was between that of steel and silver. No real softness there. The co-ed didn't expect any mercy after all that she endured earlier.
       “I can't believe I'm gonna say this,” the man lowly murmured. “But your ass is the god damn nicest one I've ever seen. I could watch that thing jiggle all day.”
       Margo began to worry whether all the attention to her backside was getting her out of or into more trouble, but she wasn't about to stop the one thing that was even remotely calming the street-hardened killer out of view.
       The shaking and bouncing only began to cease when she heard his foot steps walk away towards the table with the guns. It completely halted when she heard his hands fiddling and fumbling with a weapon, and it picked up full steam again as he loaded a clip and started to approach her again.
       “Bet your white ass ain't never even seen a gun before today,” the man taunted as he shoved his crotch back up against her. “You wanna get a real nice look at it?”
       Margo would have tossed up her lunch at the line if she hadn't already. Through tightly closed eyes she slammed her ass back into his pants and grinned wildly.
       “The only gun I need is your thick, black cock,” she lied in the most seductive voice one can muster up in a life threatening situation.
       The thug almost purred as she brushed against his cock, but he didn't remove the pistol.
He still held it in his gloved left hand.
       “Gurl, I think there is room for both in your life,” he commented while tracing lines up her back with the edge of the pistol. 
       Every spot the pistol head touched felt like a hundred ice cubes. The cold, steel weapon sent shivers down Margo's spine. This did not go unnoticed by the thug who, smiling, slid the gun down to Margo's right ass cheek. Her legs began to buckle and shake with fear.
       “Look at you move now. That is one way to get white bitches to dance,” he remarked while observing her trembling ass.
       “Please put the gun down sir,” escaped from Margo's lips, her words trembling as much as her body.        “I will do anything you say.”
       “Yeah right. You look like one of those stuck-up, rich white bitches who won't even take it up the ass,” he scoffed.
       The cruel man was partially right. She flat out refused to do it before and was frankly appalled that she even had to inform every single one of her boyfriends that. Every one of them pleaded and tried to buy into her favor thinking flowers or perfume could make it negotiable. It never was negotiable then and, ironically, it wasn't negotiable now either.
       “Of course I would. I love it,” she blabbered while moving both hands back to spread her ass cheeks for the thug. Even her gentle finger's touch hurt her now sensitive and red pussy. Margo could only imagine how beat up and ravaged it looked, but unfortunately her untouched asshole sat above invitingly for her rapist.
       “Do you have lube or should I spit-”
       Margo never got out another word before her tormentor's black spear rammed into her ass. No warning or preparation. The man just stabbed at it, like a knife going into a rival gang member. That was the only basic, but true, word for it. He might as well have stabbed her insides with a knife. The sentence she was speaking quickly broke down into a shriek followed by a series of short sobs.
       “OH GAWD! PLEASE NO! WAIT. JUST WAIT,” she screamed as the man's cock thrust in and out. It was not even close to fully inside her, perhaps taking just a little of the shaft beyond the head, but the thug was trying to get more in with each, thoughtless shove.
       “Bitch, shut the fuck up,” he barked with a firm ass slap. “Your voice is so fuckin' annoying.”
Margo bit her lip to try and keep quiet, but it wasn't working, each thrust of his cock caused a gasp or sob to escape. Her back was stiff as a board from the assault and her hips writhed in agony, trying to escape the burning sensation. Her breasts were also being scraped and pulled across the dirty wooden table, causing pain not unlike that of a bad sunburn.
       The thug, on the other hand, was having the time of his life. He breathed heavily and Margo could see him grin over her shoulder. She could also see the gun in his left hand swaying with each thrust.
       “Cracker. Honkey. Stuck-up slut,” spat the rapist. “You deserved a good ass-fuck. Put your chubby behind in its proper place.”
       Margo just stood there bent over and sobbing as he assaulted her. The attack had forced her up on her toes with each jab, causing more pain for her wounded ankle. It burned with each movement, but not as badly as her orifice. She felt like her insides were being pricked with needles, but it wasn't just the tip of the cock as she would have imagined. 
       Rather, she could feel every inch of the shaft. Every little bump and imperfection could be felt as it pumped in and out. She began to understand this man's shaft more than he did and it was a terrible comprehension she'd never understand.
       The sound of his balls slapping against her legs rang out in the dark basement along with her sobs and shrieks. This continuous sick symphony was only occasionally interrupted by the bark of one of the caged animals.
       “You hear them dogs growling”? the rapist whispered as his free hand yanked her fiery hair back.        ”I'm going to let them fuck you with their sharp little pricks after I finish up.”
       “Please, don't leave me with the dogs,” Margo pleaded. “I'm scared of them, sir.”
               The man laughed and slide his hands down to grope her tits some more.

       “Liar. I bet you'd rather fuck them than me you little racist cumdumpster.”
       “No. I swear, I love your cock,” she wailed in agony as her ass got pounded roughly.
       The man scoffed at her latest lie and then Margo felt something cold and metallic against the back of her head. The gun. Suddenly every inch of her body tensed up in a type of fatalistic fear she had never felt before. The tightening of her sphincter was extremely pleasurable, for the thug at least, who let out a huge moan of pleasure.
       “God damn, that feels so fucking good,” the man growled as he pushed the gun against her skull. “Is this what I have to do to get a good fuck out of you"?
       She wanted to answer no, but was too frozen with fear to make any sound but a low, pathetic whimpering. Until she heard the hammer click back on the gun at least. When that terrifying sound echoed through the dirty cellar the only thing moving faster than her mouth was her ass.
       "Fuck this giant white ass," she shrieked while driving her back into his crotch as hard as she could.        "Put this worthless, ginger, cave bitch, fuck toy in her proper place."
The thug gave her a approving slap on the right side and squeezed the cheek afterwards. He didn't remove the gun from her head however.
       "I'm starting to like your lingo," he mockingly complimented as his free hand rose to slide down the suit jacket, giving him a better view of the expensive gold watch."Tell you what bitch, you got one minute for me to either bust a nut or a cap, what's it gon' be"?
       Margo's whole body shifted into focus and the adrenaline flowing through her towered over anything she had experienced before.
       Her individualism disappeared. Her interests, goals, and feelings were all moot. Even more physical attributes such as her fiery hair, pretty doe eyes, or button nose were now obsolete in the grand scheme of things. For all intents and purposes she was just a round, pale ass at this point. A big, thick ass that had saved itself so far and needed to do better than ever to stay alive.
       "Yes sir," she shrieked while continuing to assault his crotch with slam after slam. "Give me that big black cock! My worthless, snooty, pale asshole deserves to be punished."
       She rocked her body back and forth with all the strength she could muster. No workout had ever even come close to punishing her like this. Every gesture became over-animated and filled with emotion.
       Every inch of Margo's curvaceous, ravished young body was now drenched in sweat and her heart was beating so fast she thought she could hear it thudding against the table. Still, the coed only noticed these things under the surface. She was locked in on a goal and nothing was going to stop that. Soon the suited assailant was no longer even the agressor in the situation, sitting back and allowing his captive to do all the the work. Only moments earlier Margo pleaded and screamed for the anal assault to end and now, thanks to the gun, she willingly leapt towards it. The desire to stay alive making her repeatedly impale her innards on a long, black shaft.
       "I love watching the fat in those cheeks jiggle as you fuck for your life," the rapist nonchalantly commented while grinding the barrel of the gun against her skull. "Forty five seconds."
       The speed of her fucking nearly doubled with the small comment from the time keeper. Margo's sweat-soaked ass cheeks clapped and jiggled and the moist sound of his balls brushing against her filled the tiny basement.
       "Do you like how this fat, white ass jiggles," she asked in the most seductive voice one can make with possibly only 45 seconds of life remaining. "You haven't seen anything yet."
       Mar squeezed as hard as she could, wrapping her orifice around his phallus, and began to hop around. The cellulite of her cheeks and thighs bounced pleasurably around his member. She couldn't help, but see the irony. The very flaws in her figure, the ones she toiled hours in the gym to remove, where now her only tools towards survival. The thug soon let out a long and pleasurable moan, leaning back so gravity would pull her further down on him.
       "Shit, could it really be that a white bitch is the best fuck I ever had," he pondered as the free hand went to wipe sweat from his brow.
       This temporarily filled Margo with a sense of hope, but the hand quickly smacked her abused, glowing red orbs.
       "Hurry up honkey, you got 25 seconds," he remarked through a pant.
       Margo never believed the old cliché of one's life flashing before their eyes, but she now experienced it. Only, it wasn't linear or sensible as the movies would make you believe. Rather, various images, smells, and memories from her past all came exploding out at once. Not necessarily importnat memories, but memories all the same.
She remembered goofing around on the bus, getting mad at her sister for taking her clothes, and dreading math tests. She remembered first dates and breakups, graduating high school and joining her sorority. 
       Even the scents from the former houses she lived in and games played on the school yard, ancient memories thought gone forever, were suddenly real again. A lifetime exploded around her as Mar's once-virginal ass was split in two.
       "Ten seconds. Now or never," barked the man and she was suddenly awoken from this fantasy. She was more awake than ever before in her life.
       Her body shook and writhed like never before, not so much by her own doing, but rather by the fear that now rushed through her. Any emotion or courage Margo had previously built up had been shattered. Pitiful sobbing escaped her lungs as tears poured down her face. Still, she never even dared to stop fucking back on her tormentor's cock.
       "DON'T KILL ME! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! I WANT TO LIVE," she let out in blood-curdling shrieks as she pushed her whole body back and forth, writhing on the large black cock. One hand even desperately swung around, blindly reaching for testicles to massage.
       By some miracle, she felt the cock vibrate and soon a disgusting, creamy load was shot up through her intestines. It was absolutely disgusting, mortifying, and soul-crushing.
It was also the most wonderful feeling in the world.
The gun against her head slipped away and the weight of the world lifted off her shoulders. Through the corner of her eyes she could see a look of approval on the thug's face as he struggled to catch his breath.
       "Damn, that was a good fuck," he commented between big gasps of air. "I'm thinking we might be able to keep you around after all."
       He slowly pulled his softening cock out of her and a second relief, much more physical than emotional, was felt.
"Suck me clean, snow bunny," he ordered.
       Despite absolute exhaustion and an injured ankle, Mar somehow made it to her knees. Staring up at his penis, covered in sweat and filth, she slowly began to lick the tip. The taste was horrific, but nothing in this house hadn't been so far.
       The violent animal patted her on the head.
"Clean my dick off nice and good and then I'll show you your new home."
       Mar took a long lick down the side of the shaft, her mind filled with fear, wondering if she would ever escape from this hell.