[This is another fantasy story. It involves rough, nonconsensual sex between black men and a white woman (at least initially). It this isn't your cup of tea, you should stop right now. If you continue, do me a favor and don't give me feedback complaining about the subject matter. Any other feedback is welcome, of course. Shooter]
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The camera was obviously hand-held and the motion was a little bit jerky, but the images were clear and well lit. One beautiful white woman was roughly being fucked by three black men. The video had started out with the woman doing a slow sinuous strip until she was down to nothing but high heels and a smile. I think it was the smile that shook me up the most. After she was naked a heavyset black man, also naked, entered the picture and the two sat on a couch and made out. Breast fondling and deep kissing for a while until they graduated to her sucking his stiff cock. The man certainly looked like he was enjoying having his cock licked, sucked and worshiped by the white woman. The sound quality was poor, but I could hear him telling her what a good cocksucker she was. The man's cock wasn't very long, maybe five and a half or six inches, but it was unusually thick.
After the woman had shown his cock the proper amount of oral attention she crawled up on him, facing the camera, and guided his short thick dick into her love nest. After settling down on the stiff black rod she fucked herself for several minutes. The camera zoomed in on her face and it was obvious that she was coming. That scene faded and when it started again the same woman was with two naked black men. They were on a bed and while one dude fucked her from behind she sucked the other man's cock. For the next fifteen minutes the two men switch places several times. After the suck-fuck bit the two men double fucked the woman. One in her ass and one in her pussy. The look on the woman's face was pure ecstasy. She yelled and screamed as the two black men ravaged both of her holes. Finally the last scene where three men fucked her. There was still a look of pleasure on her face but now it was also coupled with flashes of pain when they were rough with her. Nipple pulling and tit slapping that caused her large full breasts to turn bright red.. Once, one of the men took a wooden paddle-like thing, much like a paint stirrer, and hit her pussy hard several times, causing the woman to struggle against the two men who held her down and spread. The paddle struck her clit causing it to turn an even deeper red and swell until it looked like a tiny cock sticking out of her trimmed bush. This was the second video I had received and by far much more graphic then the first one. I felt the tears running down my face as I watched the woman being defiled. The woman was my wife and we had been married less than a week when she was kidnapped. That was only a few days ago but it seemed like a lifetime to me.
My name is Bill Williams and we were on our honeymoon and until my new bride, June was taken from me, it was a wonderful trip. June and I checked into a nice suite in the resort hotel and frankly we didn't go outside the room for the first two days. We lived on room service and sex. After we got temporarily caught up on love-making we ventured out to see what the rest of the world was doing. Our first trip was to the beach. June wore a daring little bikini that she would have never dared to wear back home. I'll try to describe my new wife.
June and I both are twenty-five. I would describe myself as average in most every respect. June is not average in any respect. She is five feet eight and built like the proverbial brick shit-house. Her emerald green eyes goes perfectly with her long red hair. She managed, by luck of the gene pool, not to get the pale white skin that most red-heads have. She only has a light dusting of freckles across her nose and the top of her chest. She tans to a golden brown. Her breasts are full, a thirty-eight D, with hardly any sag from the fullness. June's nipples are very long, maybe half an inch long. I intended on measuring them but I didn't get around to it. The nipples are very sensitive and I could get her off by just sucking and toying with them.
We had a great day at the beach until it got too hot to even stand on the sand. We went back to the hotel and played in the large swimming pool for the rest of the afternoon. I ordered a pitcher of a local fruity drink that we managed to drink in short order. When the waiter brought the second pitcher I noticed him eying my bride. He was a short heavyset black man. Not fat, but rather stocky. June's top was loose and when she moved he could see her boobs almost to the nipple. I knew that she had intentionally loosened it. I could always tell when June went into teasing mode. If I hadn't been nearly shit-faced I wouldn't have made any comment, let alone what I did say.
"Damned nice, huh?" I said to the man. I was so proud to even be seen in her company I let my mouth get ahead of my better judgment. "I'll bet you sure would like to get hold of something like that wouldn't you?" If I had stopped there it might have been all right, but I didn't. He smiled at my comment, but didn't answer. He sat the pitcher down and started away. "Too bad," I said loud enough for him to hear. "Never in a million years, pal." June giggled and told be to shut up. The waiter stopped and looked back, his hooded eyes glaring at me. He gave me a nasty grin and continued on his way.
"That wasn't very nice, Bill," June chided me. "What are you going to do if he puts a move on me?"
"I think the question is, what are you going to do?" June was a tease and her teasing had always been fun for us. In fact that was how I met her. She was with another guy at a party and she was teasing and flirting with me. We got together a couple week later and I think my acceptance of her flirting ways was one thing that endeared me to her. Of course, I'd like to think there were other things she liked about me.
"Now that is a good question," June said with a grin. "I guess we'll never know will we?"
June and I laughed and forgot about the incident.
The first thing that I noticed amiss was two video cassettes that I had made with our new video camera were missing. I had made some video's of June dancing naked and I even talked her into masturbating for me while I taped it. I tried to take some footage while we were fucking but it didn't turn out so great. It pissed me off that the tapes were missing and I reported it to the hotel manager, but I wasn't too concerned about it. I knew that it was possible that they may have been tossed out in the trash.
The next thing that happened was a couple pairs of June's panties were missing. Little tiny thongs that she bought especially for our wedding trip. Again I reported it to management, but the man I spoke with didn't seemed concerned. He smiled at me and told me he would personally look into it. He told me to have my wife replace them at the hotel shop and that the hotel would pay for them.
The next thing was the substance found on the steering wheel of the car we rented. It looked like come to me, but I cleaned it off and forgot about it. Later when we got back from a shopping trip June told me that the crotch of her bathing suit was wet. She laughed and accused me of licking her bikini. Looking back, I should have heard the alarm bells going off, but I was in love, I was vacationing at a beautiful resort with a beautiful woman who was all mine. If there was an alarm, I paid no attention to it.
On day four of our honeymoon all four wheels came off. June disappeared. She was still getting ready to go out that night. I became impatient and told her I would meet her in the bar. She laughed and told me to go on and that she would join me in less then fifteen minutes. I had a drink, then two. It had been over half an hour and I went back to the room to look for her. The room was empty. I checked the lounge at the restaurant, thinking she misunderstood. She wasn't there either. I checked back at the bar, but no June. I was beginning to really be worried by that time. I had the desk page her with no results. After an hour of searching I was frantic. I went back to our room to call the police and saw the message light blinking.
"Hey, dick-wad," the voice mail said. "You want to see your pretty little wife again you better not call the law." It was a man's voice, but one I didn't recognize. "You keep your ass in your room and I'll call you at ten o'clock. No cops, asshole or she's dead meat."
I didn't know what to do. Logic dictated that I call the police, but fear for June kept me from it. I was a sorry wreck by the time ten o'clock finally came around. I grabbed the phone before it stopped ringing.
"Bill?" June's voice asked.
"June, honey, where are you? Are you all right?" I could hear a high pitched moaning sound. "Talk to me June!"
"Bill," she strained voice said. She sounded breathless like she had been running. "Bill...they...they...Ohhh, Bill!"
"June what's wrong?"
"They raped me," she said making the words all run together. "They are raping me, Bill. Right now!"
"June where are you?" I shouted into the phone. Her moaning became louder then faded and a man's voice came on the line.
"Hey, Billy Boy," the voice said. "This is sure nice pussy. We done fucked her three or four times and the night is still young. You want to keep her alive, Billy Boy?"
"Of course I do!" I snapped. "What do you want?"
"Hell Billy Boy, I got what I want. We got some nice tight white pussy to stick our hard black cocks in. You can have her back when we get through with her cunt. One phone call to the cops and you'll get her back, but she'll not be any good to you. Dead, Billy Boy. You understand?"
"Yeah, I understand! Just don't hurt her!" I yelled. "I'll do what you say."
"Good for you, Billy Boy," the voice said. "You stay cool and we'll be in touch." The line went dead. I didn't make it all the way to the bathroom before I started throwing up. The second call came just before midnight.
"You doin' all right, Billy Boy?" the voice said. "Your bitch wants to talk to you. She has a lot to tell you, Billy Boy."
"Bill?" June's shaky voice said.
"I'm here, baby," I said. "Are you all right?" I could hear a man's voice in the background.
"Tell him what I said to tell him," the voice said. "Just the way I told you to."
"I've been raped over and..." I head the smack of flesh on flesh and heard June cry out. "They fucked me, Bill," June said with a sob. "They've fucked me almost continually since they grabbed me." I head the low male voice say something I couldn't understand. "I've had a lot of...long black cock in my...pussy. I've sucked their black cocks and they shot-off in my mouth." There was some more low murmurs in the background. "I love it when they come in my mouth. I swallow every drop...I'm on my hands and knees right now and one of them is about to..." there was a sharp intake of breath. "He's in me, Bill. Oh God! He fucking me!" more murmuring. "I love his big black cock in my white pussy. He's so hard and he's in me so deep." There was a long pause and I could hear the sounds of sex. It was faint, but I could still hear the sound of flesh hitting flesh and the slurping sounds of a dick in a pussy.
"You still there Billy Boy?" the man said in my ear. "She's really getting into this fuck-a-thon. The bitch told me how much she liked my big black cock in her little white cunt. Hey, Billy Boy, don't you just love them big long tittie nipples? Don't she squeal when you bite down hard on them? You hang in there Billy. We got a lot more fucking to do. We'll talk again in the morning." He hung up and the last sound I heard was June's loud moaning.
I drifted off to sleep after getting some help from the mini bar. The ringing of the phone woke me up.
"Good morning Billy Boy. You goin' lay in bed all day?" the hated voice said when I finally managed to get the phone to my ear. "Open your door. There's something waiting for you. We'll talk later."
I ran to the door and threw it open. I hoped it would be my wife waiting for me. It wasn't. It was the first of the video tapes. That first tape was bad, but nowhere as intense as the second one. Tape number one was just poor June being raped by two big black men. One at a time and over and over again. At one point it appeared that June was drugged. Her eyes looked glassy and she didn't offer any resistance from the middle of the tape on to the end. Maybe it was wishful thinking on my part. Neither man tried to hide his face. In fact they both made silly faces at the camera while they raped my poor bride. I recognized the waiter from the day I smarted off to him. I hurried off to look for him while the tape was rewinding. I looked all around the bar and pool area but didn't spot him.
I made myself eat even though I wasn't hungry. The nasty piece of work called me about three o'clock that afternoon.
"Billy Boy, my man!" he said cheerfully. "I hear you was looking for me. Now what the hell did you plan to do if you had found me? You better get it together, Billy Boy. How did you like our little tape recording? Your wife and my bitch sure loves to fuck don't she? Damn fine piece of ass. She told me that she had never been ass fucked until last night. You forget about that tight hole?"
"Look, whoever you are," I said gritting my teeth. "I want my wife back or I'll take the tape, with your face clearly visible, to the cops. They'll bury your ass under the jail."
"Oh bullshit, Billy Boy!" he said laughing loudly. "Two weeks ago I was somewhere else. I can be somewhere a long ways from here in a matter of a few hours. You fuckin' better hope I don't feel the need to leave this place. You know what I mean? "
"Why are you doing this?" Yeah, I got his meaning loud and clear.
"You gave me a challenge, Billy Boy," he said chuckling. "I do love a challenge, and I loved the way June squealed the first time I shoved my cock in her. You be sure and ask her how many times she got off while me and my buddy fucked her. That bitch is a coming machine. Oh, by the way Billy Boy. I'm having a few friends over later to sample our red-headed whore. I'll send you a tape of that. I got to go. My white slut come dump, I mean your wife, will be waking up soon and she'll be wanting some more black cock. Later, Billy Boy."
My stomach rolled and for a moment I thought I was going to be sick again. I had never felt so helpless or so confused as what to do. I managed to learn the waiters name while I was asking for him. Reggie Thomas was the name he was using, but I doubted it was his real name. I vacillated from one extreme to the other. Call the cops or not call them. One thing I knew for sure. She was alive and not very bad hurt. If I called the law I felt that Reggie would follow through on his promise to kill June. I had to keep her alive at all costs. After we became engaged I had wondered what would happen if June's teasing ever got out of hand. Now I had a damned good idea.
The following morning I got the second tape. I watched it a second time trying to see June's face. I wanted to believe she had to be doped, but I couldn't really tell. There were no phone calls all that day. By dark I was an emotional wreck. It was nearly midnight when I heard a knock at the door. It was tape three.
I put the tape in the machine with a feeling of dread. I wanted to see it and yet part of me didn't want to.
"Hey Billy Boy," Reggie's face appeared on the screen. " It was a close up of the man I had come to despise above everything else. "How they hangin' Billy? Man, I feel a little sorry for you what with you being on your honeymoon and all. Especially since I got your snatch. Man, you're goina love this tape. I have a bunch of neat things for our little slut to do. You don't mind if I have them big ol' fat nipples pierced do you? I was thinkin' that I could get some rings with a chain and we could lead her around like that. Not that my dog collar ain't doin' okay. Guess who's sucking my cock?" the camera panned out and there was my new wife on her knees sucking on Reggie's cock. Junes white hands looked even whiter on his long black cock. She was holding it in both hands and her head was bobbing up and down on it. "Damn girl take it easy," Reggie said with a laugh. "You'll have a lot of cock to suck before the night is over. Well, let's get to it. What do you say Billy Boy?" The scene faded and reappeared with June standing totally naked except for a dog collar and there was a leash attached to it. She was standing in the middle of a room.
A man I didn't recognize lead June around the room. She followed him without any apparent hesitation. He made her jog in a circle around him her big breast bouncing wildly. I could hear laughter in the background.
Then four men lined up and June crawled on her knees and gave all of them some head. She went up and down the line going from one black cock to the next when they handed off the leash. There were a lot of comments on her oral abilities. After that they put her on her knees on a low coffee table and while she sucked one, another one slammed his stiff cock in her. The four men used her for what seemed like an hour. It may have been longer. The camera faded a few times so the duration was difficult to judge.
Later they got June on a bed and proceeded to fuck her in various positions and combinations. They doubled up on her ass and pussy. Then they managed to get two cocks in her pussy. June was very vocal during that session. When one cock slipped out it was her hand that put it back in position.
It was obvious to me that June was past any resistance. She complied with all their demands without hesitation. About halfway through the tape they got more inventive. They tied some string to her nipples and used it like a set of reins while they fucked her from behind. I could see that some of them pulled hard enough for it to be painful to June, but she never complained that I could hear. One of the men ran the string down between her legs so that when he pulled on it, it went up her gash. June groaned in pain, her nipples pulled out even father than normal. Nearly an inch and a half. She tried to raise her butt to ease the pain of the string biting into her clit. After that bit of fun and games it became a contest to see what they could find to shove in poor June's pussy. Some asshole brought an elongated fish and shoved it up her pussy. Maybe an eel I couldn't tell what it was except that it was alive and apparently it's thrashing gave June a crashing orgasm. The scene faded and opened back in the living room
An off camera voice said, "Give your hubby a little show, Slut." The camera followed June to another spot in the room. There was a wine bottle on the coffee table and June straddled the table until the mouth of the bottle was lined up with her pussy. She squatted a little and the tip of the bottle disappeared in her pussy. I noticed that her neatly trimmed pussy hair was now completely gone. At some point they must have shaved her because her pussy was totally bald. She sank a little lower and more of the bottle neck disappeared. Then still more until the entire neck was firmly inside her. Reggie walked over and put both his hands on her shoulders.
"Hey Billy Boy," he said grinning at the camera. "Should I shove her down on the bottle until it's all in her cunt? Reckon it might stretch her cunt so bad she'd never feel your little white dick?" He put some pressure on her shoulders and she grunted as the swell of the bottle stretched her pussy even more. "What do you say June?" Reggie said. "You want all the bottle in your cunt?"
She shook her head, but said in a low voice," I don't care. Do what you want to do."
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