Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly. Ch. 1-2 [slow, nc, rape, oral, interracial, rough, mdom]

Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly
by DiscipleN

[this story has over the top, racist bullshit so thick you can’t mistake it for the insulting lie it would be, if written for anything other than fetish fantasy]

Chapter 1

Barely making it in Seattle. That should be my forum name. I finally found work, and then my husband slips and cracks his spine. He’s on disability, and has regained most of his mobility, but Donald whinges whenever I bring up applying for work. Stace, our 14 year old daughter spends like a sixteen year old. She’s attractive enough. She doesn’t need the makeup and makeovers and makewhatevers, she saves every cent of her allowance for.

We were making it, a living. Can’t say that for most of our neighborhood. Funny thing is, the community next to ours began booming when the LINK rail line passed through it. Not that the mayor’s investments in that district had anything to do with the convoluted divergence from the light rail’s originally planned route.

Anywhere within a fifteen minute walk of that rail line struck gold, when the Emerald City took on a more silicon sheen. Fucking tech companies! I’m bitter for two reasons. I hate the tech job I nearly had to suck cock for. And I have to walk twenty minutes to catch the light rail.

Fuck my ‘Office Assistant Support Engineer’ job. That’s my actual title. My walk to work is far more interesting. I should say, was. I wouldn’t be writing this, if my life turned out to be just another privileged white woman’s fantasy of finding love in a black man’s arms. No, I hate Terry almost as much as my daughter. Our combined antipathy couldn’t scratch Donald’s hate for that nigger freak. I say ‘nigger’ only because Terry tells me to call him that. I’d call him anything he wanted, to get what I hate needing from him. He hates being called a freak, though.

I used to call Terry a sad, black man, but never in public. He jangled pennies in a plastic Slurpee cup at me, and I would always add a dollar to it, on my walk to work. His eyes worried me.

Nobody looks at anyone, on commuter trains or buses. Going to work, I felt invisible, that my life had no meaning. Even the blowjobs, Donald begged for, since he couldn’t mount me for long with his back pain, were sad routine.

Stace, like most teens, lived either out of the house or stuck in her room. At least she came out to make our meals. I barely had time to eat them. Her father helped. It took both of them to prepare what he bought from the grocer. She couldn’t be trusted with a credit card. We could only afford raw vegetables and whatever burger was cheapest. Fruit was our dessert. Yeah, we were making it, like robots earning just enough juice for their batteries. I went to work numb from the banal repetition my income could afford. At least we paid off our credit card.

Terry’s eyes burned at me when I walked by. “Privileged, white cunt.” Is what they stabbed into my thoughts. I didn’t hate him then. I didn’t feel sorry for him. I assumed, like most people, he had earned his fate. He was too old to be a modern war vet, and too young to be a Vietnam vet. I bet he had been as fat as a child, imagining that food was his only comfort against a severely deformed cheek and jaw line. I knew a dollar wouldn’t save him. There are many options for the homeless in Seattle. Food and shelter are available. I paid him to ease my fear that I would one day end up like him.

“Thanks.” He said, one day. It was cold, but not raining. Global warming had blessed the Pacific Northwest. He wore a military coat from a supply store. You can tell the difference. His trousers were thick but polyester heavily worn at the knees. A folding umbrella lie next to him. He sat on a piece of foam meant for stadium seats. A corner of it was ripped.

“Um, welcome.” I dropped the dollar, but missed the cup. Did he move it at the last second? I wasn’t really watching. His grunt of gratitude unnerved me. I just wanted to hurry away.

“Fucking wind!” He growled. If only I hadn’t looked back. The dollar bill danced towards me. I picked it up and returned it to the grim looking bum.

“Sorry.” I spun back towards the rail stop.

“If only.” He muttered.

I lost it. I don’t know why. I’m not that type. “Who else gives you a dollar, every damn day? I missed your cup today. Give me a goddamn break!”

“Sure. You deserve a break, cuz you’re such a fucking philanthropist!” The last word surprised me.

“Jesus, why talk to an ugly nigger like that? How stupid is she?” The comment came from two black men walking in their business suits.

I had no words. I felt stuck. LINK was about to arrive, but I didn’t want to follow the two assholes. I couldn’t bear the shame they made me feel.

The beggar’s eyes continued to burn. I was going to be late for work. I sighed. “Look, do you want a sandwich or something? I’ll get one from that 7-11, if you want.”

“I want barbecue.” He struggled off of his seat, using the squat umbrella for balance. Standing, he was an inch taller. “But not a sandwich, a full meal. That’s what I want.” His stare cooled but never blinked.

“I don’t have time-”

“It’s over here, behind that nail painting bullshit shop. Best barbecue on the block.” That didn’t mean much. Many blocks in this neighborhood had BBQ vendors. He grabbed my wrist and tugged. I would have screamed, but he let go before I could lose it again. “It’s cheap too.” His fingers left a white smudge on my wrist.

The tug launched me in that direction. I don’t know why I continued after that first, forced step. I followed him around the nail salon and other shops. Sure enough, “Angus’ BBQ” awaited. Its entrance was on a side of the building. In back, a couple trash bins, commercial sized, lurked in the building’s shadow, near the concrete wall buttressing a hill behind the shops.

“Angus, git me a spicy beef special.” The bum bellowed jovially upon entering.

“Sure, Terry. Who’s the lady?”

“I don’t know. She’s buying.”

“She better, or you’ll clean up again, tonight.” A burly, handsome black man wiped his hands on a towel. “Can I make something for you, Ma-am?”

“No. Thank you.” I couldn’t make a sound louder than a housefly.

“Have a pickle. They’re on the house.” He pointed to a jar on the counter.

Terry grabbed one and a napkin. He took it to a table. “Git yourself one, Lady. They’re good. Angus’ wife makes them.” His bulk overflowed the folding chair’s seat.

“I just had breakfast.” An egg, one slice of white toast plain, and an orange. We’d run out of butter.

“What’s your name?” Terry waved his hand at the seat across from his table. “Good barbecue takes time.”

“He’s going to cook it fresh?”

“Hell no. It’s already smoked. He’s going to grill it after slicing it, to cook the sauce in.” He poked his pickle at me. “Have a bite.” He had already taken two from it.

“Can I just pay? I need to catch the next train.”

“Sure, Ma-am.” Angus turned from the grill, to the register. “Eight-sixty-four, with tax.”

I handed my card to him.

“We don’t take cards.” His lip curled.

I dug into my wallet. I had six dollars, twenty two cents. “Is there an ATM?”

“There was, in the 7-11, but it’s been bust for a month. Terry! You got two fifty?” Angus called.

“Yeah.” He grunted getting up and pulling a handful of bills and change from his pocket. He dumped them, crumpled on the counter. His eyes stabbed me. “Fucking, stupid, white cunt.” They said. “What is your name?” Terry demanded.

“Ruby.” I squeaked.

“Ruby, you made me look like a fool.” He frowned like an angry pit bull.

I left, wanting to cry. My co-workers didn’t notice I was late. The computer that spat out paychecks would.

The next day I put a five dollar bill in Terry’s cup. “Sorry.”

Terry’s eyes dulled. “Apologize to Angus.” He groaned getting to his feet. He didn’t tug me this time. He didn’t even look back. I followed the huge, black figure tromping around the side of the nail salon.

“CLOSED” The sign said. Terry must have known.

“You know what Angus told me?” He lunged at me, grabbing my upper arms and pushing me into the building’s shadow. “He said I wasn’t good enough for pussy as rich as you.”

I started to scream, but a thick hand slammed across my face, leaving a white smudge on my cheek, the same cheek deformed on his face. “Shut the fuck up, Bitch! I’ll pound your bones out and sell your white meat to Angus.”

“What do you want?” I almost said it. He heard it, though.

“Git on your knees.” His hand gripped my hair and pushed me down. “Unzip me.”

It was life or death, fight or flight. I couldn’t do either. I unzipped the fat man’s enormous trousers. Unsurprisingly, his dick stuck out at my face. It was streaked with white smudges. I cried, choking back my sobs. Against myth, his cock was large but only compared to my husband’s. Dicks and balls didn’t have fat cells.

“You’d better swallow, Bitch, or I’ll knock you harder.”

There was no debating. Expressing my horror and shame wouldn’t move this beast. I sucked the cock into my mouth and fucked my face up and down his awful tasting shaft. He couldn’t have showered in the last week.

“Suck all of it, damnit!” Terry growled. He pressed my head into his overhanging belly fat. More cock jammed into my throat, half again as much. Three inches had been hiding under his bulk.

I choked and gagged. He held me. “Don’t fucking puke, or I’ll put it in your cunt!”

I nearly did vomit. I literally willed my stomach to accept the blockage it would have failed to disloge by upchucking its breakfast.

“Now fuck it, cocksucker.” He let go.

I bounced my head and licked the horrid mass in my jaws. His prick slicked with my spit. Tears spilled from my eyes like waterfalls, most of it from holding back my gag reflex. Something had to give, besides my free will. I sucked on the ugly man’s cock, praying he wouldn’t last long.

“Mmmm, bet you don’t get cock that good at home.” He must have seen my wedding ring.

Donald’s cock was like his back. It wore out quick. I spent a lot of money for a silicone dildo, several years ago, and small cracks had appeared over time. I had to use more and more lube to keep it from grating my vagina. However, I would have paid to suck Donald’s weak prick, over Terry’s foul, blood filled lump. I laved spit over the awful cock in my mouth, to thin its horrid flavor.

“Ngghh, haven’t felt that before.” He must have liked the extra slickness my spit gave as my mouth sucked him in and out. His hips trembled. I guess he was getting close. “Harder.” He ordered. His ball sack was hidden in thick hairs that scraped my chin. I fucked my mouth on his prick, faster, until my chin hit his balls. “Christ, that’s good suck!” He hissed.

His hips lurched, smashing his belly fat across my eyes, nearly pushing me over. His hand clenched my hair, to hold me on his throbbing cock. I yelped from his grip.

“Suck, damnit! I’m almost there.” He lurched his prick down my throat!

I gagged again, then coughed. The added stimulation lifted the sap from his root. Gushing cum choked the back of my throat. I swallowed, not caring if it flooded my lungs. My attacker had warned me. I swallowed. Half way through his orgasm, his grip relaxed and he groaned, easing back the inches blocking my airway. “Good, damn Bitch!” His cock lurched, flinging extra bolts of hot cum into my open gullet.

I kept sucking and swallowing until the fat rapist pulled his tool out of my mouth. I sobbed openly then.

“Don’t forget to thank Angus.” Terry hauled up his worn trousers and lumbered away, behind the building. He moved faster than I would imagined.

I didn’t call the police. I have a cheap, old cell phone, but I hated the though of touching it. I wanted my life back. I went into work, late, much later than the day before. Melissa, my boss, walked up to my cubicle sipping on her coffee. “Out job hunting, this morning, Ruby?”

“No. Of course not.”

“Good. You look like shit.” She took her coffee back to her office. The following day was Friday. I left half an hour early, to walk to the next closest LINK stop. I broke into tears along the way.

The weekend saw me distracting myself from breaking down completely. I forced Donald and Stace to help me patch drip stains in the ceiling of our apartment. We were lucky to afford a second floor home. Sunday night, Donald wanted to go out for a beer, one of our few luxuries. I told him no sex afterwards.

“What’s gotten in your puss?” He was bitter, like our awful beers.

“Not you. Not tonight. Not anytime soon.” I glared at him. “Not after a crack like that.”

“Sorry.”

I tried to sleep. I hadn’t slept much, since being dragged behind Angus’ BBQ and forced to suck a homeless man’s disgusting prick.

I left early all that week. I tried to go to bed earlier but Stace played music. When I told her to tone it down, I heard her banging on her handmade drum, not loudly, but her chanting was just enough to prevent easy sleep.

Donald wouldn’t intervene. He simply masturbated on his side of the bed. “Let the women figure it out.” Was his motto.

Sleep deprived, I made mistakes at work. Melissa called me on most of them. “Get your act together, Ruby. You’re making me look bad.” She was the office assistant I had been hired to support. Which mean I did all the work. She taste-tested coffee all day.

The following Sunday night I went out for a beer with Donald. I drank more than usual, and ended up letting him fuck me, until his back wore out. He jacked off the rest of the way. I had fallen asleep while his dick tapped the middle of my vagina.

“I didn’t want to wake you, Honey.” He excused himself from waking me in time to reach the far LINK stop. I had forgotten to set the alarm. “You didn’t sleep much, last week.”

I growled, grabbing toast on my way out. It was too late. I wouldn’t even catch the closer train, in time for work. I hoofed it there anyway, determined to not see Terry.

I didn’t. I mean, he wasn’t there. His spot on the street corner was empty. A weight fell from my heart.

Melissa called me into her office. “Arrive late, one more time, and I’ll report it to Human Resources.” It was the first of three steps to fire me.

“I won’t. I promised.”

Terry wasn’t there the next day, or all that week. Was he afraid of the police? I wished I had called them, but now it was too late, I told myself.

My walks to work grew dull and repetitive again. Walking past the corner shops always made my heart clench. I needed some sense of control over the horror that had happened. I went to Angus’ BBQ one morning, with cash.

“I’d like to order the spicy beef special, extra mild.”

Angus grunted one laugh. “Sure, Lady. Coming right up.”

I took a pickle and waited. The pickle was good. The BBQ was okay. If Angus’ was the best on the block, I would go to another block if I ever had to buy BBQ again.

I performed miracles at work that day. Melissa even mentioned it. “Only one typo.” I let it slide.

My life never returned to normal, but I could function again.

Chapter 2

Terry shook his cup of three pennies. His eyes danced at me.

I sidled around, nearly running to the LINK stop. What was he doing here? He even dared to look at me! Should I call the police? What would I tell them? I managed to let my breath out, after boarding the train. For the rest of the week, I went to bed early and walked to the farther stop.

I made a decision that weekend. I couldn’t let that awful man take five hours of my life, every week. It was too late to call the police, I told myself. Monday morning, I walked right past him. He jangled his cup. I didn’t see his eyes, but I imagined them sparkling. I dared myself to overcome his evil by standing up to his threat.

“You didn’t apologize to Angus.” He told me one day. I ignored him.

He repeated it, the next day. I saw his eyes that time. They burned. With what, I didn’t know, but they frightened me. After his third accusation, I left home early and walked to the corner shops, avoiding Terry altogether.

Angus’ BBQ was closed. It was the same day of the week, when Terry had raped my mouth.

“Third time’s the charm, Bitch.” The large black man lunged out of the building’s shadow and grabbed me. He struck me before I could scream! “Hush!” Then he dragged me behind one of the garbage bins.

“Terry, please! I’ll give you money! Don’t do this again! I beg you!” I wasn’t loud.

He clobbered me. “Shut, up!” He hissed and spun my dazed body. He thrust me against the concrete blocks holding back the hill above us. “You think you’re so fucking prestigious, eating here, after humiliating me in front of my friend.” His fat pinnined me, face first, against the wall.

“I-I-” I didn’t dare talk. I felt his hands on my knee skirt, pawing at the hem.

“Spread your legs, Bitch.” He slapped the inside of my thighs.

“No, PLEASE!” I would rather die- Terry grabbed my hair and pulled my head back so hard, he nearly cracked my neck. I yelled, but he was ready for it. He stuffed a nasty glove into my mouth, deadening my outburst.

He ripped my skirt, pulling it up roughly, over my girdle, revealing my backside. “Your cunt isn’t too good for anybody, and I’m going to prove it to you.” I heard him unzipping.

“NO!” I wailed into the glove’s grime.

“Shut up!” He swatted my ass. Even through my girdle and panties, his hand would mark me.

“Oww!”

“White cunt, you came back here because you wanted this. You knew the BBQ was closed.”

“NO!” I shook my head. He struck my ass harder.

“Shut the fuck up, Bitch!” Fat fingers dug into my girdle and pulled it down over my hurting ass. “This ain’t going to save you.” After dragging girdle to ground, his hand ripped my panties!

Something thicker than his fingers but narrower than his arm prodded my behind. He dug a heafty cock head between my upper thighs, burrowing for my cunt. He had to lift his enormous belly and land it over my bent waist to give his prick a chance to find its mark.

I sobbed, neck cranked back, ass battered. Now a filthy dick was trying to pierce me. I couldn’t shake my head for fear of cracking it. I’d end up crippled like my husband. “OWW!!!” I squealed when his cock found my pussy lips.

“Ain’t wet.” He snorted. “As if I care.” He shoved his prick, but missed the tight hole within! We both yelped!

He smacked my ass, twice! “Open up, Bitch!”

I stepped wider. What else could I do?

His free hand grasp his cock and stirred it around my vulva. It seated quickly against the entrance to my vagina. “I’m gonna take it easy, this time, but it’ll hurt plenty for both of us.” His thick tool pried its way between my dry cunt hole. I kept sobbing combined with squealing. Terry’s cock scraped up my resisting chute, filling me, unlike Donald’s toothbrush width.

I wailed, glad for the disgusting gag. If anybody heard us I would have died. I almost blacked out when, halfway into me, Terry thrust hard, stuffing me with the rest of his prick. He hollered, “FUCK!”

I screamed! It only allowed more glove to fill my mouth.

“Not feeling so high and mighty, now, are you?” Terry growled. “Got a dirty nigger cock in your crack. You have nothing to stop it from fucking you, but this is how it starts, sitting inside, claiming your ass.” His massive belly lay on my back like a second rapist.

“Terry, please…”

“Please fuck you?” He laughed. “As if. Nah. First you gotta LEARN! This cock, my black dick, is in your white cunt now. It’s going to keep you full for a bit. I like resting, soaking up your dryness. Maybe I’ll piss to make you wet.”

“NOO!” I wailed.

“SHUT IT!” He grabbed one of my breasts and dug his grimy fingernails in, soiling my jacket. I winced but repressed my outcry.

“I bet we’re not going to need it. I got patience. I never got much white pussy before, but this is too good to pass up, nailing your cracker ass against this concrete wall. We’re gonna wait, you and I, hitched together like a motherfucking train.” Then he let go of my hair. I gasp what air I could around the foul glove in my mouth. I didn’t dare spit it out.

He was waiting for my pussy to respond to the dry, painful invasion. It took a couple minutes. Nature provided what this mother would have denied. My irritated tissues took less than a minute to release small amounts of lubrication.

“Heh.” He wheezed foul breath at me. “You feeling it? Your pussy wants to fuck.”

I shook my head. Please no. I didn’t say it.

“And I want to fuck it, Bitch.” He grabbed both of my breasts and rubbed them through my clothes. “But have you learned the lesson here?”

I managed to get words out around the horrid glove. “I-I don’t know what to say. I’m more privileged in life, but I’m weak compared to you. Please let me go!”

“That’s not bad, beautiful.” He surprised me. His pulled his cock out of my pussy and spun me around to face him. His bulging fat plunked off of me. “Now get on your damn knees and be thankful you can suck my cock this time.” He grabbed the glove out of my mouth.

Burning eyes gloated. I had no choice. I sank before the fat horror of a man and wedged my head between his waist and his prick. It entered my mouth, tasting worse than the glove. His huge belly pinned my head to his crotch. I tried to suck and bob, but it was too heavy.

“Go on, Bitch. I feel you trying.” He lifted his belly, giving me room to choke on his dick. I gagged and sucked as best I could. Last time, he must have been holding it up with one hand while he raped my mouth. Like last time, he didn’t hold back. His cum launched into my throat. I coughed and swallowed as best I could.

He pulled cock out of my face, dripping cum on my cheeks and angled lap. “Should have fucked you, but you’ve been a good bitch.” He zipped up his pants.

I hung my head, curled down, and hugged my coat around me. He snatched my purse.

“It’s funny. I’m taking your cash like I’m the whore.” He grunted. “I’m also taking your fucking driver’s license. Don’t go and get a replacement. I’ll give it back soon. You ain’t driving to work. Keep your Orca card, but I bet today you’ll go back home and call in sick or whatever you white people do when life’s got you down. I’m honest. I’ll get fucking drunk!” He shook my cash at me. It was nearly thirty dollars. I usually carry less than ten.

I ran home and told Donald that my skirt caught on a bench when I jumped up to catch the train.

“You better be at work tomorrow!” Melissa complained into my ear. I hung up and showered. Donald made lunch. He knew something worse had happened than tearing my dress, but all he talked about was how his doctor wanted him to take more expensive pills. I wanted to tell him I didn’t care what he got addicted to, as long as he paid for it! Instead, after eating, I locked myself in our bedroom and cried for an hour.

When Stace returned from school, she found me cleaning house. She didn’t offer to help. “I have homework.” She flounced to her room. Donald heard me sniffling behind his lounge chair. “I’m sorry, Honey. You’ll feel better when you buy a new outfit.”

I withdrew a hundred dollars from the ATM and bought the first women’s suit that fit me, at Goodwill. I woke half an hour early the next morning to walk to the farther rail stop. At work, I completed two days worth by the middle of the afternoon. I told Melissa, if she didn’t have anything else for me, I needed to go home. She made up something to keep me another hour, but let me go after double-checking my draft.

I stepped off of LINK at the stop closest to my house. Terry was missing again. I turned into the shopping center and went inside. “Excuse me, Angus?” I trembled. My voice shook.

“Huh.” He grunted, slightly surprised. “If it ain’t the nice lady.” He probably wanted to say, white lady.

“I-I came to apologize. The last time I was here, I was rude, and I didn’t take the time to read your sign on the register. It said, “CASH ONLY.” I asked the proprietor. “Can I make it up to you?”

He looked smug for a second. “Chicken and ribs combo ought to do it.”

“Can I get it to go, please?” I held out a twenty dollar bill.

“Sure.” He gave me change. I didn’t look at it, just stuffed it in the tip jar. I took a seat close to the door and looked out the window, at the concrete retaining wall. I suffered the memory of being pressed against it, while waiting for my order.

“Here you go, Ma-am.” Terry’s voice froze me. A plastic bag dropped on the table before me. “Come again. We love doing business with you.”

Angus chaffed. ”Don’t say it weird, Terry. She won’t come back. You got a lot more cleaning and fetching before I let you sleep here tonight.”

“Sorry.” Terry said to me. I didn’t dare look up. Heading back to the kitchen, he told the owner, “Some like weird, Angus.”

I surprised Donald and Stace when I got home. I made myself a salad. I ate angrily, while they nattered about some asshole in government. Donald was the only asshole I had to deal with. Stace, she was just a pain in the ass. At one point I imagined Terry, in the BBQ’s kitchen, jacking off his cum into the food they ate so greedily.

“What are you laughing about, Mom?”

“Nothing Stace. There’s nothing funny about it.” I stuck my fork into my salad and looked down.

I stayed away from the close rail stop for another week. When I approached Terry, I let my hate speak for me. “I don’t have any cash, and I’m not going to suck your dick. Now give me back my license.”

“Sure.” He heaved himself up. “Follow me. I left it in the BBQ, with my other stuff.”

“I’ll wait.”

“Your choice.” He grunted at me, sitting again, and shook his cup at a passerby. I took LINK to work. He was still there when I walked home.

“Buy that combo again, tomorrow, and I’ll put it in the bag.” He told me, not caring that I didn’t look at him.

The next day, after my work, he met me in front of Angus’s store. “Huh. I guess he took the day off.”

I ran, but the fat bastard was expecting it! He grabbed my purse, and I was too slow to let go of it. The next thing I knew, his huge hands threw me down on wet, garbage strewn asphalt behind the building. “Don’t make a fucking sound, Bitch!”

I gulped down my shock and pain and shook my head, defeated. He plodded up and loomed over me like a randy Sumo wrestler. “Pull up your skirt. Spread your legs.” He unzipped his fat prick. It stood out like tarred pier post. “You are the stupidest white bitch I ever met.”

I should have made him rip my suit again. The garbage I landed in had already ruined it. I drew my skirt up to my hips and lay back. I turned my head and closed my eyes.

“Look at me, Bitch!” He ordered. I obeyed. He sank to his knees, wobbling, almost tipping over. He slapped my face with a ham sized palm. I grunted, burying my yell. He growled, “Don’t look like that at me, you white piece of shit. I got fat because of bitches like you, never gave me the cunt how man needs. So I’m taking it from you.”

He landed his belly across my petite torso, pushing the air out of my lungs. I gasped for breath. I felt his hands at my crotch. “Huh, got no under armor on this time.”

I had forgotten to put my girdle on. I turned red before him.

“Must have been wanting the big man to stuff you again.” He chuckled. He hand tore my panties away as easily as they had the first time.

My breathing quickened. Each breath only filled a tenth of my lungs. He felt like a freight train flattening me. He fisted his cock against my pussy. My small bush hardly tickled it. He hunched, spreading my lower lips. “Time for another lesson.”

I was dry. His prick head found the entrance to my cunt but didn’t stop. Terry slowly ground half his meat into my body. He grimaced. I squeaked, desperate for air. I closed my eyes and cried just before he punched the rest of his cock through my delicate innards. “UUUHHGG!” He hollered.

We lay there, him smirking, me still gasping for air. He lowered his face to mine. His foul breath wrinkled my nose and nearly blinded me. “Open your mouth.”

I couldn’t close it. I needed air!

He pressed his lips to mine and stuck his tongue into my face. It licked at my sparkling teeth. It tasted like puke. He lifted up, allowing me a full breath, which I gratefully heaved with half his tongue in my mouth! It pulled out. His cock remained embedded while he waited, eyes victorious.

“Bet you get wet faster than last time.” That wasn’t fair. My vagina was responding to the thick, dry mass clogging it. He could feel my juices seeping out. “Heh. Told you.” His prick twitched smoothly against my pussy walls. He grunted from pure pleasure. “UNNGGGHHH!”

“Terry, don’t do this. Let me go. I didn’t call the cops last time, and I won’t this time, but if you cum in me-”

“CUMMING!!” He groaned. By the gods, this fat, disgusting rapist spilled his nut into me faster than Donald normally did. Volcanic cream flooded my pussy, spilling out, soaking my pubes, dribbling down my ass. He gushed twice as much as the most my husband had ever cum.

“Noooo.” I whined. My salty tears flowed as fast at his thick cum. My body jerked, an unexpected sensation without a hint of pleasure.

He grinned at my body’s reaction. “That’ll teach you.” Apparently satisfied, he pulled his hard prick out of me. He breathed heavily, as if he had been the one suffocating. He had trouble getting back to his feet, wobbling. His eyes had cooled. “I don’t care if you call the fucking cops, but you better lick me clean, or I’ll knock your head again.”

One last time, I was on my knees, sucking my rapist’s cock. He stuffed my license into my jacket pocket while I cleaned him. “See you in hell, Bitch.”

I kept telling myself, I had real proof this time. The cops were very polite. The lady who examined me took samples. She was thorough and professional. “This was the third time?”

I nodded, “I didn’t have the courage those first two.” I weeped.

“You haven’t done anything wrong, Ma-am. Thank you for coming forward. We’ll have the man responsible behind bars before sunset. They let me clean up, then dumped an armful of women support group pamphlets on me. One of them said, “Christ knows your suffering. His mercy is for you and your baby.“

The cops even promised to keep the matter from my husband and child. I signed a bunch of claims and releases. I walked out ripping the pamphlets with rage. What do you know – they were helpful. Ripping them to shreds calmed me.

It was dark, arriving home. I had called Donald to let him know I would work late. The house was dark when I entered. “Donald? Stace?”

The door slammed shut behind me, and a fat arm impacted one side of my head. I fell. The door chain rattled into place. The dead bolt snapped into its socket.

Terry spoke, “You went and did it, Bitch.” He sound amused. “I didn’t think you had the guts.”

“Where are they?” I scanned the darkness.

“Who, your idiot man and silly brat?” Terry grabbed my arm and dragged me to our couch. “I wouldn’t worry about them right now.” He threw me on the couch and proceeded to punch me like a sack of laundry. “This.” SMASH! “is.” THUMP! “your” CRACK! “new hell.”

I screamed and screamed. He didn’t care. He beat me senseless.

…to be continued…

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