Heather Brown: The rape girls

"That's quite a mouthful, little lady," Dumont said. "I can see you've got a head on your shoulders in addition to those tits I can see poking out and a hot cunt between your legs."

"Right on," Kitty said emphatically.

"Unfortunately, however, I'm not interested in your Goddamn head, except for your mouth, and I don't mean for conversation, if you know what I mean," Dumont said, assuming a belligerent tone. "Something tells me this ain't gonna work out," Kitty said, starting toward the door. "Catch you later."

Dumont let her walk away, smiling as she moved toward the door.

Kitty turned the doorknob. It wouldn't budge.

"Remember, doll," Dumont said from across the room, "I locked it so we wouldn't be disturbed."

"You sonofabitch," she hissed. "Open up right now or I'm gonna scream."

"Go right ahead, you black bitch," Dumont sneered. "Suppose somebody hears and the house detective shows up. Big deal. You're forgetting who's the guest in this hotel. Do you think they're going to take the word of some nigger hooker over mine? They'll throw your black ass in jail so fast for soliciting, you'll wish you were back on the plantation in Dixie."

"Yeah, well, you just try me," Kitty said defiantly. "I ain't no old-time nigger, and you're crazy if you think you can pull any of that old-time honky shit on me."

Dumont walked across the room toward her, the bulge under his shorts extremely visible. He turned his head toward a closed bedroom door and called, "Come on out, boys."

The bedroom door opened and two other middle-aged white men came out, each of them naked. "What's going on?" one of them said. "I thought we were going to jump the little cunt after you got her into the bedroom?"

"Plans have changed," Dumont said. "The little black bitch has decided to get uppity, so we'll have to teach her some white manners."

"Fine by me," one of the naked white men said, "just so I get to whack off a big chunk of smoked meat."

The men surrounded Kitty.

At this point Kitty knew it was a waste of time to scream. She lashed out with a foot, hoping to kick one of them in the balls. Dumont anticipated her move and grabbed her extended leg by the ankle and twisted it around, sending her toppling to the floor. He held her leg stiff and aloft so that her skirt flew up around her waist and her puttied crotch was fully exposed.

"Mmmmmm, look at that poontang," one of the men drooled. "I'd eat through ten pounds of shit to get to that."

"Ten pounds of nigger shit?" the other one said.

"Even that…"

Kitty lay helpless on the floor, her leg still firmly grasped by Dumont and her pussy straining against the fabric of her panties as he twisted her ankle, causing her to contort her body in pain, thrusting her pelvis forward and from side to side, the crotch of her panties chafing against her cuntlips. She saw Dumont's cock poking its pink head out of the opening of his shorts. The other two stood drooling as they stared between her legs, fondling and manipulating their erect pricks.

The idea of being raped by these three white gorillas made Kitty feel sick to her stomach. One of them grabbed her free leg and began pulling. She now lay spread-eagled.

"Tell you what, boys," one of them said. "You hold on to her like that and I'll fuck her first."

"No way," Dumont said. "It's my party and I go first. Here, you grab this leg, and whatever you do, keep her stretched as wide as you can because I want to get all the way into that nigger pussy."

Dumont stepped out of his shorts. His prick, maybe five inches long in a state of full erection, poked out from his puffy loins.

Between Kitty's outstretched legs, he got on his knees between her painfully parted thighs. He rubbed the crotch of her panties, roughly tracing the outline of the lips of her cunt that made the fabric rise. "Listen, I'm a rich man. I can do a lot for you," he said.

"Then why you fixin' to gang-bang me for free, you motherfucker!" Kitty yelled defiantly at him.

"Hell, heh," he laughed. "To teach you a lesson. The first lesson you need to learn about rich white folks is that they don't like uppity niggers with smart mouths who don't know their place."

Dumont grabbed the crotch of her panties and ripped them away, revealing the lips of her cunt. He used his thumb and middle finger to part her pussylips, rubbing the pink meat inside with his forefinger, causing a hard knot to form in her stomach.

"You man enough to stick it in or are you just gonna play with it like a kid who can't get it up," Kitty snarled. "I'll bet you're afraid you'll lose that puny little popgun in a real cunt instead of one of those shriveled-up hanky pussies you been use to fucking."

Dumont slapped her across the face. When she started to cry out, he hit her again, and then again, until Kitty had learned to keep her mouth shut.

Dumont thrust his head between her legs. His tongue lashed out against the folds of her pussy, licking greedily at the exposed tissues of her cunt.

"Came on, move, move," Dumont yelled after licking her cunt for two or three minutes, but Kitty refused to respond. "I'll fix you," he said. Taking hold of his cock, he jammed it into her cunt, pushing his fat belly against her firm stomach.

As Dumont fucked away, Kitty lay there like a corpse, refusing to move. Abruptly, Dumont pulled out of her, sitting on his knees and stroking his cock.

"What's the matter?" one of the white men asked him.

"She's tighter than a drum," he said. "It's like sandpaper inside there. I think she scraped some skin off my prick."

"I'll bet she's got teeth up there," one of them laughed. "Gold teeth because she's a nigger."

"Just let me have my turn and I'll show you how it's done," the other man said.

"All right," Dumont agreed, and the two of them changed positions.

Kitty looked between the V of her outstretched legs and saw that her new attacker also had a small cock and was overweight. He went right to work, inserting his prick between the parted lips of her pussy. However, after a few moments, he too withdrew, complaining of the dryness of her cunt. Now it was up to the third man to show what he could do, and he switched places with the man who had just been trying to fuck Kitty.

"You boys just don't have enough experience to know how to get one of these nigger gals hot. See, their problem is that they're so used to being treated like shit, they've come to expect it. In fact, I'll bet this little gal even likes it."

Kitty screamed in agony as the man's fist crushed dead center into her cunt, the sensitive lips crushing under the impact of the blow. Pain instantly spread from her crotch to every part of her body as Kitty lost control of her ability to resist. Her cunt throbbed with pain.

Then, abruptly the pain in her cunt had something added to it, a sharp, probing pain.

Through her growing delirium she tried to figure out what it was.

"Perfect idea," Dumont said. "He's fucking her up the ass."

Kitty had been fucked in the ass before, but only after careful preparation, having her customer smear Vaseline and saliva around and inside her asshole, lubricating the small entrance so that an erect cock could be shoved into it and pumped back and forth without pain.

The prick was violently ramming up her ass now, and its head ripped through her, tearing at her tissues and flesh. Kitty tried to wriggle away, but it was no use. Two of them held her while the third continued to fuck her ass, shoving his cock in harder and harder. Kitty was enough of a professional to know when a man was about to come or had already come inside of her, mostly from the swelling of his cock. Because of her experience she knew it wasn't sperm that was now seeping into her rectal canal and trickling out of her asshole.

"Oh, my God!" she moaned as she realized that what was drooling out of her ass was her own blood from where the cock had knifed into her bowels.