"Why am I here?" Krissy whispered aloud as she tried to hurry down the mostly empty streets, pieces of newspaper fluttered by to remind her that there were people in this place. The people who lived here were the sort that had to mark their territory with garish tags on anything that could bear it. It wasn't the sort of place that an intelligent woman walked alone at night, certainly not a white woman. A white woman would have been ill advised to walk those streets during the day with a gun and Krissy didn't have a gun. She did have a can of pepper spray which was tightly clutched in her hand hidden away in her purse.
Her question had been rhetorical. She knew why she was in the middle of the ghetto wearing a pair of knee high brown heeled boots that accetuated her long slender legs. Her black skirt came down almost to her knees but it clung to her thighs and displayed her cute butt. Her top was a backless silver triangle that draped down over her breasts and ended just above her naval seeming to point a straight line towards her womanhood. She was dressed like she'd just come from a party because she had just come from a party.
It was her brother's twenty first birthday and it the events of that night was something that Krissy was already trying to wipe from her memory. It was hard to wipe those memories though when her holes were still sore from the abuse her brother and his drunken friends had visited on her. The cum oozing down her inner thigh and crusting on her thighs made it impossible to forget so soon. If she'd somehow been able to ignore those details the taste of urine would have reminded her. Either that or the way her wet hair was plastered to her skull.
Now that she was walking through the bad part of town she was second guessing if the best decision was walking home to get away from her brother. She would have survived the night and he would have eventually taken her home. It was better than where she was now where the sound of a cat digging through the trash made her nearly leap out of her skin.
Krissy almost took off running when she heard a car with its radio way too loud turn the corner and shine it's headlights on her. It wasn't a car, it was Jeep several more men were shouting as they approached. When the headlights shone on Krissy she froze in place like a deer. "Oh shit check out this white bitch right here!" One of the men leapt out of the jeep and over to her.
The man standing over her was a little over six feet tall. It was like he was muscle piled on other muscle. The shirt looked certain to rip if he so much as took a deep breath. He had a full beard and mustache covering his face and a black bandana wrapped around his bald head. "You gotta name white girl?" He asked and walked over to her. Krissy stood perfectly still as he circled her with his predatory gaze. Subconsciously she tensed her muscles and clenched her jaw. "I asked you a fucking question bitch." Krissy quivered but she couldn't will her lips to move far enough to speak her name. Only a squeak managed to pass her lips. "Hey this bitch can't speak, maybe we should call her Mouse."
"More like Rat." A second man said as the jeep pulled up onto the curb blocking any hope of escape. The second man was slender with a bald head the faintest hint of a mustache. A pair of oversized jeans hung half way down his ass putting his blue boxers on display when he strutted over to her. "I think caught us a street rat. You think she wants some cheese?" He grabbed his crotch and continued towards her hanging his tongue obscenely out of his mouth. As soon as he was within reach he palmed Krissy's ass and she leapt away with a panicked squeal. "Hey Big T, can we keep her?"
The big man who'd approached her first must have been Big T. He was the one who responded first by wrapping his arms around her and lifting her up off the ground. "Sure as long as she wants to come home with us, is that what you want little Mouse?"
It took almost a minute but Krissy managed to force four words out of her mouth. "Please let me go." It was so quiet that she barely heard it herself but she couldn't make her voice repeat the request.
"I think she wants to come with us!" Big T shouted squeezing her against his barrel like chest. She squeaked out a protest but if any of the men heard her they didn't acknowledge her. Big T lifted her like she was just a doll and carried her over to the jeep tossing her in the back seat with the slender man and his girlfriend.
"Why are we takin' this white skank home? Marcus, will you talk some sense into your boy?" The girlfriend sneered as Krissy was literally sprawled across her lap. Apparently this wasn't something entirely new to her though. The black girl removed her seatbelt and quickly tangled it around Krissy's legs before refastening it. Marcus wrapped his end around her chest pinning her head in his lap.
"Fancy shut up. You know we bring these bitches back so they can learn all about that good black dick they've been missing. Now Mouse you get to make a very important decision right now. You see Big T, he likes to hurt girl like you. If we let him have his way he'll put out cigars on yo tits, he might try to shove a beer bottle in your twat. Who knows how creative he'll get if you make him mad."
The Jeep pulled away from the curb and started driving deeper into the bad part of down not that Krissy could see much from her vantage point. She could see his stomach and the bulge of his black cock peaking out over the top of his boxers. A drop of precum glistened on the tip of it and it twitched every so often. Krissy couldn't see anything but that fat male organ. She could smell it too, the faint but always attractive smell of a man, the musky aroma of his sweat.
"Thing is I prefer to treat a bitch good, as long as you do what I say he'll be nice too. This can be a great night for you, we'll even pay you a couple hundred dollars and drop you off at home if you're good. If you're bad though. . . shit your own momma might not recognize you." Marcus reached down and smoothed her hair away from her face gently. "Now I'm not gonna ask you to speak, I'm just gonna whip out my shit and if you do the right thing then shit'll be aight tonight. If not we're gonna do what it takes." He pulled his boxers down just enough for his cock to out completely and brush against her lips. Krissy stared at his cock and pinched her lips shut shaking her head. "C'mon girl make this into a good night for us all." She kept her lips shut tight. "Well hand me the knife bitch wants to act stupid." Big T reached back from the front seat and handed him a pocket knife. The knife hadn't even touched her skin when she lunged forward as far as she could manage to wrap her lips around the tip of his cock. "That's better." Marcus said and just rested the cold metal against her back as a reminder of her situation.
The moment she had the flesh in her mouth she felt a familiar hunger starting. She couldn't deny that hunger, the desire to know that she was the reason he was going to cum. Krissy took pride in how men reacted to her whether it was her seducing her father on her eighteenth birthday, an adventure that had cost him his marriage of twenty five years, or her brother's friends raping her till her entire body ached or now these thugs. They wanted her and she didn't want to disappoint. Krissy started rolling her tongue all around the tip drawing in the delicious salty pre-cum.
"Damn you should see this bitch suck!" Marcus shouted as Krissy bobbed up and down on his dark brown shaft. She could hear the other two men commenting to about what a nasty white slut she was and how she loved her Snickers bar so much. Even Fancy commented a few times though not nearly as flattering words came from her mouth about the situation.
