Summer wasn’t anything special for me. To be honest, I liked the structure of school. My dad is a high level executive at a company you probably deal with daily, and my mom is his trophy wife. Neither of them are home often, and I always have too much time on my hands.
This summer was the exact same as every single one before it–boring. My dad insisted that I go to a catholic girl’s highschool, but despite graduating, I still hadn’t made any friends. As for boys? I was a late bloomer. By the time I hit puberty, I was too introverted to even speak to boys my age in person. At most I would e-date, but even that got boring very quickly. However, there was one rebellious trait I had; I would sell weed to my classmates.
Back when I was sixteen, my older cousin introduced me to weed. And I had nothing better to do besides smoke, even though I didn’t even really enjoy it. But I had been introduced to Terrance. Terrance was my dealer initially, and he treated me rather well, giving me decent prices. When I told him some girls in school had been asking about weed, he have me a fourth and told me to sell it to them. He even let me keep the entire stack. Of course we settled on half-and-half later.
So throughout the high school, I’d sell weed to rich girls like myself, grossly overcharging them so I could make some cash. Of course money wasn’t an issue for me, I just liked the rush of being able to say I was a drug dealer. However, as my junior year picked up in difficulty, I no longer had the time to sell, and I ended up cutting my tied with Terrance.
But now was different. I had graduated, and I had free time to spare. Feeling the similar restlessness from before, I texted Terrance asking if I could still sell for him. He agreed, but warned me that it was getting more dangerous. I felt the similar rush from before, and said that I didn’t care.
That night I took the train into the inner city. I almost immediately noticed a difference from before when I made my trips. Now, people wouldn’t stop staring at me, whereas before, I was pretty much fully ignored. Eventually began feeling self conscious and pulled my shirt up, wishing I wore a bra.
When I finally arrived at Terrances’ home, I rushed knocked hurriedly and waited for his answer. When he did open the door he looked above me, before finally realizing that I was still as short as I had been before. He stared at me for a bit before asking, “Anne?”
I nodded, and he let me inside. So far, not much had changed. It still smelled heavily of weed, and I faintly heard Melly playing in the background. He stared at me for a bit, before looking back up at my face. “Jesus Christ. If puberty didn’t hit you like a motherfucker.”
I smiled shyly. He was right though, even through I was still barely five feet, I had grown a lot in the places that counted. My hips were wide and provided my toned body with an hourglass physique. And my ass was a perfect heart, not huge, but enough for a solid grip, not that they’d ever felt anything besides my own hands. My tits were a bit smaller than the other girls, but they were perky enough that I felt I didn’t need a pushup. Aside from that, I was still short, pale, and blonde. Not everything changes so easily. Still, Terrance was the first guy to notice I was truly a woman now, and I tried to hide my blushing.
It didn’t take long for Terrance to fill me in on what was happening; another gang had been challenging some of his locations, so it was pretty dangerous. He tried to talk me out of it, but I had already set my mind on returning, at least for the summer. He promised that he wouldn’t have me work risky locations, and I thanked him before leaving with a stash.
My parents wouldn’t be home for a while, so I could come and go as I pleased, which was helpful because I would do runs at night usually. It was working well so far. My old classmates would hit me up, I’d drive to them, they’d buy. Occasionally random people would hit me up, some from Snapchat, some texting directly from Terrance, or one of his friends. It was a good deal, since the guys I sold to tended to pay anyways, knowing I was overcharging them. As long as I flirted a bit, they’d pay for anything.
One Tuesday night, a random person “Andres” added me on Snapchat. He said he knew Terrance and he wanted a fourth. I was tempted to text and confirm with Terrance, but this happened often enough that I decided to just go. I slipped on a crop top, a tennis skirt, and my converse–whatever got the money flowing. Before I left, I did a small amount of makeup, which I always did for new pickups, to ensure they’d come back. Then, I hopped into my car and began driving downtown. It wasn’t long until I was in my usual pickup spot, and I texted Andres saying I had arrived.
From down the street, a parked car flashed its brights, signaling it was Andres. It was sketchy, but I exited the car with the weed and began making my way over to the car. As I arrived at the window, I heard the screeching of tires from behind me, as a van pulled behind me. My blood turned frigid as three men jumped out, one holding a handgun, and motioned me towards the van. Paralyzed in fear, I couldn’t move. It was only when the man shoved the gun against my temple did I jump into the van.
The three men jumped inside and slammed the door shut before the van took off down the street. I huddled into a corner as the men began arguing. “What the fuck is this? Some high school bitch?”
“I don’t fucking know! Whoever runs that block, this is who it is.” He turned and stared at me before grabbing the bag from my hand.
“What the fuck is Terrance running with some white bitch for?” The third asked.
I curled my knees up to my chest, hiding behind them. One of the men took out his phone and pointed it towards me. Where was a flash of light, and the shutter sound.
“I’ll send it to Malik and he’ll say what to do.”
He waited, and then his phone illuminated his face. “Says bring her anyways.” He turned and told the driver, “Malik says continue. Go to the warehouse. I guess we might whack this bitch.”
My heart dropped in my chest and my mouth opened to scream, but instead I was met with a slap. “Shut the fuck up bitch.” They quickly produced a roll of ducktape and covered my mouth. Already my tears were streaming mascara down my face, and I could taste blood in the back of my throat. They grabbed my wrists, and began taping my wrists together behind my back. While the man did it, his hand roughly grabbed my free tits, taking advantage of the lack of a bra and the little protection the crop top offered.
“Real shame, huh? She’s fucking hot.” He reached over, grabbing my hair and forcing my face into his phone flashlight. “Look at that face.”
Another laughed, “I bet she’s tight. She’s tiny as it is. Little whore like this, I bet Terrance fucks her every night. Is that right, snowbunny?” I shook my head, but the men laughed, obviously not believing me.
“Yo, Jamal, pull down the little top, I just wanna get a look.” Jamal leaned over, and tried pulling my knees away from my chest. When I resisted, he raised his hand in the air, and fearing another hit, I let them fall. He pulled the crop top down easy, just enough that my tits were hanging over it. He laughed, and another man leaned over, pinching my nipple painfully. I moaned, but the tape covered my anguish.
“Darius, smile!” Jamal took a photo as Darius posed, one hand in a gang sign, the other grabbing my tit. Darius laughed, but before they continued, the van slowed to a stop. I looked outside and didn’t recognize this part of the city at all. As the van door opened, the three men lifted me from the van. With a heavy thud, I hit the ground, and Darius pulled me up onto my feet. In front of me was a massive warehouse. The lights were off as I was prodded into the warehouse. Stumbling ahead, I followed Jamal to the center where he motioned for me to take a seat.
*Click.*
My eyes were briefly blinded by the heavy fluorescent lights, and when I opened them, I saw myself sitting across from a large black man. As I turned my head, I saw about ten men, all tall and muscular, surrounding me. On the table rested a gun, the magazine was ejected, but full of bullets. It was silent. Finally, the man spoke.
“Let her speak. This warehouse has been soundproofed.” A man came forward and tore the ducktape from my mouth, and a ragged sob escaped my lips. “Please! I don’t want to die.”
He ignored my plea, pointing towards the gun. “We made this place silent. Even if you stood right outside, you wouldn’t hear this gun go off.” He smirked. “I’m Malik. I’m sure Terrance has said a lot about me.”
Again, I shook my head, still fighting the urge to sob.
“No? Well. He really set you up then. We were expecting to smoke his friend, but I didn’t know you’d show up. Rare sight.” He was now staring at my tits. He took out his phone and dialed a number. The phone rang a few times before it picked up. He turned the phone towards me, and I saw Terrance at the other end. Before either of us could react, Malik hung up the call.
He stood and motioned for me to stand as well. With a bit of effort, I managed to stand, and only then realized how small I was compared to these men. The smallest one must’ve been six feet, while another looked to be almost seven. They were giants. As I looked around, I noticed that most of the men were still staring at my bare chest. Malik took the gun off the table, but didn’t load it. Instead, he handed it to one of his friends.
“We were going to kill you. We still might honestly.” He shrugged.
“Please.” I whimpered. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it. I just-” I choked back another sob.
“The thing is, Terrance used to buy from me. And he shorted me a lot of money. I can’t let this go unpaid. Of course, his friends dying was going to settle it, but you…” He circled behind me. “You are a beauty.” He reached over my shoulders, grabbing my tits roughly.
“Even though Terrance has had a taste, I think we can finish this meal.” He muttered. His hand dropped to my hips, before he pulled my skirt to my ankles. Now, just my panties and the crop top were left on my body, and the men whistled.
Jamal came forward and quickly undid the tape around my wrists. I tried covering my chest, but Malik glared at me to the point that I lowered my arms to my side. He grabbed my ass then, remarking on how it felt perfect. “You have the best body I think I’ve ever seen. I think you’d do well in a movie.” The men snickered, and Malik pulled my panties down.
“My god! That is a nice pussy!” Jeers erupted from his gang as they came closer. I was pushed forward until I was bent over the table, my toes just barely touching the ground.
“I told you she’d be tight!” I heard Darius yell. I whimpered as I felt Malik get close. He grabbed my ass, and spread firmly before taking another look. “Holy shit. Look!”
The men peered around, looking at my backside. “Is she a virgin?”
The men erupted into cheers. “Terrance never fucked this? What a bitch! I would’ve fucked her the first chance I got.” I heard one yell. I felt hands roughly grab the crop top and pull it fully off my body.
“Okay everyone! Back up!” Malik pulled me back into standing position. “So, Anne. We are not going to force you to do anything. That being said, we still need to be paid. And it’s either your life, or you know.” He didn’t finish the sentence.
I didn’t answer, and instead, stared at the ground avoiding eye contact. Malik waited, before he motioned and his friend handed him the gun again. Malik slid the magazine in and muttered, “Shame…” before cocking the gun. He pressed the gun into my forehead and–
“Fine! I’ll do it!” I shouted.
“You want to what?” Malik asked.
“What?”
“What do you want to do?”
I clenched my teeth. “I want… I want to fuck you.”
“No, not just me. Say it.”
“Fine! Fuck! I want to… I want to fuck all of you!” I shuttered. Malik laughed as his friend shoved a phone into my face. “Say it again.”
“I want… to fuck this group of men.”
Malik smiled before pointing me back to the table. “Bend over.”
I felt like it was in a dream. Still, half of me expected to wake up randomly. Yet, I knew it was happening. I bent over the table, the cool metal tensing my muscle as my feet dangled above the ground again. The camera was shoved into my face, and then I felt him move behind, before he showed off my holes to the camera. “A virgin white girl about to fuck twelve BBCs.” Malik came over and rolled me onto my back. “I want you to watch my dick ruin your pussy, Anne.”
He smiled before lowering his jeans. I had watched porn before, hell, I watched it many times. Yet I was not prepared for the sight I saw then. His cock was heavy and warm as he laid it on my belly. The tip extended far beyond my belly button and up halfway to my sternum. His friend angled the phone above me as Malik spread my legs and moved backwards pressing up against my hole.
“By the way, Anne, this is probably going to hurt.” With that, he pressed his tip against my cunt, pressing into the surrounding flesh, as his thick tip pulled against my skin. “Ow you’re hurting me!” I screamed, but it only goaded him into thrusting harder. I felt myself give way, and with a grunt he entered me, quickly spreading my lips tightly around his cock. I looked down, surprised at how impossibly full he was making me before grabbing at my belly in pain as he thrusted into me.
“Ow!” I screamed, as I felt him bash something sensitive inside me.
“Four inches?” Malik asked puzzled.
Through the red haze, I remembered from health class that when aroused, the cervix deepens, and desperately trying to protect my already hurting cervix, I reached down and began massaging my clit.
“The whore likes it!” Malik yelled, taking my rubbing to mean I was aroused my his painful thrusts. Enticed further he continued thrusting into me. “She’s so tight!” He muttered, before reaching forward and grabbing my tits. I continued massage my clit, and noticed with shame that I was getting progressively wetter, almost rocking my hips into his length. He noticed because his grip against my poor tits grew tighter and my tight hole squeezed him, my walls snug against his length. One hand moved to my hips as he began pressing me onto his length as his thrusts grew deeper and more frantic. I felt the familiar searing pain of him ramming my wall, but it was short lived as he gasped, and I felt a heavy flow of semen enter my womb. I lay there panting as he pumped a few more times, until he could no longer keep himself, and stumbled away. As he left, a thick spurt of his semen left my cunt, and the camera came by to record the creampie. I rolled off the table, and tried standing, but my cunt was now so sore I could barely think. As I wobbled, Darius grabbed me, as he sat in a chair. His cock was already at full mast, and a glob of precum was dripping from the tip.
He pulled me over, and I tried to beg for a break, but already my legs gave out, and I wrapped my arms around his neck to steady my fall. I felt his hands easily lift my lower body back up, before pressing his member into my tired hole. Unable to fight gravity, I began sliding down onto his lap, as his cock painful impaled me. There, he kept his cock twitching inside, as another man stood to my right, with his cock in my face.
“You can’t get up until he’s empty.” Darius grinned, and the other man began pressing his lip against my creased lips. Darius bucked his hips, and as his tip buried itself deeper, I gasped in pain. What was all it took for the other man to shove his head into my mouth, and I had no choice but to taste the bitter salty taste of his cock. Having little blowjob experience, I didn’t know what I was doing, and annoyed by the wait, the man angrily grabbed my head and began stabbing the back of my throat. Enticed by the sight, Darius began slowly moving my hips with his hands, eliciting tiny particles of pleasure as my clit was stimulated. Suddenly, the man grabbed my hair, bucked his hips forward and tunneled himself deep into my neck, and began twitching as he came. I gagged, gasping for air as semen flew from my nose. Darius smiled and kissed my chest, sucking a nipple gingerly as he began thrusting. This time there was no pleasure. His deepness hurt with every inch, and my tight hole was begging for freedom. Soon he was grunting with pleasure, grabbing my ass with both hands as he sprayed himself into my womb.
With disregard, he pushed me from his lap, and I fell to the floor. I struggled to get up, but slipped on the semen streaks on the floor. I felt a man come from behind, and roughly grab my hips before entering me like a dog. I grunted as my arms gave out, too weak to hold against the force of the thrusts, and my face was shoved into a puddle of semen on the ground. The man continued thrusting shallowly inside me, before pressing my hips lower and bottoming out, smacking his balls against my cunt. Another man grabbed my hair, and like before, began face fucking me as I lay limply–their personal sex doll. The man began thrusting harder, pushing my face deeper into the cock in front of me, until the man behind me came, this time, pulling out and streaking a load over my ass and back. I knelt as the other man began reaching deeper inside me, and using a free hand, I began jerking off his remaining length until he gasped, removed his cock, and came onto my face. I sat in the puddle panting heavily before I stood, my legs shaking like a baby deer.
“Please can I get a break.” My voice was dangerously high.
“Oh we can give you a break alright.” Two men lifted me back to being bent over the table. Before I could react, I felt tape wrap my legs together, and a similar binding of my wrists behind my back.
“All tied up. No way to lessen this feeling.” I heard Jamal laugh as he came behind me. He pressed his tip against my cunt, teasing it before removing it slowly. Then, he put his massive hands on my ass, encompassing both cheeks. He pressed his tip against my ass, and I realized what was happening. “Wait! Not my ass! Please. I’m begging. It’s going to hurt too much.” But they laughed as Jamal pressed his heavy cock against my virgin ass. I tried wiggling my legs, but the tape kept them together. As he continued to apply force, my small hole was forced to accept him, millimeter by millimeter.
“You’re tearing me in half!” It wasn’t an exaggeration. I felt my hips straining as he pulled me taught across his girth. Slowly he began thrusting two inches inside me, the friction fit so tight that he came after the fifth stroke. As he fell away, another man took his spot. They began laughing and cheering as he came up to me. I realized why. When he laid his cock on my back, I felt an immense heaviness, and the feeling of his tip alone against my backdoor make Jamal seem tiny.
“If you thought that was tight, well. I’m ruining this hole forever.” He pulled my ass apart, and with one arm lifted my upper body against his, using my throat for leverage. As I felt the lights diming, I could no longer squeeze myself shut against him, and as he entered me, everything became small. I gasped for air, writhing against the table as he began his thrusting. Each thrust rocked my body forward, and I could feel him inching his way deeper into my guts. His hands pulled my hips onto him and I felt myself straining against his girth. Already I could feel the stings of my tearing hole, but my cries didn’t seem to bother him as he happily tented my belly with his length. He pulled me off the table, still pinned against his cock, and wrapped his arms around my body. With each thrust, the tip of his cock pressed up against the left of my belly, as the thick cock followed deep into guts. He began grunting faster as I could do nothing but grit my teeth and moan until he yelled out in pleasure, letting go of his grip, and I fell onto the floor with my distended ass in the air.
They swarmed me like flies, as two men fought over my holes until they agreed to share, each one claiming a different hole. By now, I was numbed to it. They took me more times than once that night. And eventually, my arms were tied around a pillar so I could be used with ease. Eventually, my exhausted body allowed me to sleep.
In the morning, I awoke to an empty warehouse. My arms were still tied to the pillar, and as I looked down I saw a crude tattoo, still red from when it had been done. It read “Property of Malik and the Denim Knife Gang” I blinked back tears and realized that my nipples had been pierced too. However, I had bigger issues to worry about, because the door opened and a few more men began walking in.
Malik smiled as he saw me and asked “Enjoying your new life?”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/o9c2dh/the_gangs_slave
Great writing enjoy your new future.