When I saw the package on my back steps, my heart began to race. My life has been a rat’s nest of nerves for the last week, ever since I made the deal. Now, I knew it was done. My nervousness instantly turned to anticipation. I rushed inside with the padded envelope and tore it open. A single unmarked videotape fell to the floor. There it was, the proof.
I had been living in this shitty little one-room apartment above the bar for six months after the divorce. My wife Elaine had slept with her boss for a year and the fucking judge still gave her the house. That slut was driving me to drink. My own daughter Julie won’t even visit me in this hole. She says the guys in the parking lot scare her. But rather than getting on with my life, I’ve been wallowing in my misery. Last week I was blabbering on in the bar until no one would come near me. It was near closing when this black guy sat down next to me. He started talking about revenge and crap. I was so drunk that I soaked it up like a sponge. Within an hour I had made the deal. For a thousand dollars, Billy here and a few friends would show Elaine what a slut really is. I put in the videotape and pressed play.
The start of the tape showed my living room, my old living room. There were three black guys and one holding the camera. The youngest sat fidgeting nervously on the couch. I knew just how he felt; I was fidgeting just watching. The others had opened beers out of the fridge and were getting pumped up. A mumbled call for quiet went out and the guys scattered from view. I could hear the door open and heard a muffled struggle come shuffling into the camera’s view. They had pulled a pillowcase over Elaine’s head as she came in the door. A hand over her mouth kept her screams quiet. Her arms and legs were swinging wildly but the three big men pushed her face down on the carpet and held her still. Billy pushed the case off her face enough to tie a gag in her mouth. A blindfold quickly followed as they stretched her arms out above her head and tied them together. The pillowcase was tossed aside. Her ass sure looked good in those blue jeans.
Even at forty, Elaine had a great body. She stood only 5’ 5”, but her regular workouts kept her 35-26-36 shape at 110 lbs. Yes, she dyed her hair that sandy blonde color but she was naturally a knockout and she knew it. I guess that’s why she let her boss fuck her over his desk. She wanted a little excitement. Well, she’s got it now.
They flipped her over on the floor and Billy sat on her legs. Her arms were held out tight and Billy ran his hands under her top exposing her abs. The guys all took a breath at the sight of her tight six-pack and the camera zoomed in. Billy unsnapped her jeans and pulled open the fly. Elaine was squirming under the touch of his big hands lightly stroking the band of her light blue panties.
“Let’s get her into the bedroom.” Billy was obviously the leader of this group. The screen went black for a second and came back with a view of my queen-size bed. A second later Elaine’s body landed on the bed with a bounce. One guy pulled the single strap that held her hands and tied it to the headboard. Another held each ankle with his hands and stretched her out face up on the bed. Her blouse was pushed up to her bra and her jeans were pulled open. I pulled mine open, too. Even though I hated this bitch, I couldn’t wait to see her naked body gang-raped. Billy leaned in and spoke to her.
“Are you comfortable, slut?” He paused, “Are you ready for this?” After another short pause there was a slight nod from her head. Billy unbuttoned her blouse and spread it open. Her light blue bra was a match to her panties; the C-cups were nicely filled by her generous tits. He traced the straps with his fingers and then flicked open the front snap. Elaine turned her blindfolded and gagged head to the side, but otherwise the resistance was gone. Her beautiful body was on display to four black strangers and she had already stopped fighting. The contrast of Billy’s black hands against her sweet, pale skin was dramatic. He massaged her full tits slowly but firmly, squeezing her nipples until they stood out proudly. She sucked in her breath though the gag as Billy manhandled her body.
Maybe it was the video or the lighting, but her body looked better than ever. Her blouse and bra were now pushed up her arms, which were tied out above her head, exposing her full torso. Her skin was pale and smooth. Her stomach looked tight and defined and her tits were firm and young. She was still blindfolded and gagged so I could not see the look on her face. Boy, would I love to know what she was thinking right now. I could not believe that she had given in to her rapists already. She must know by now that fighting these guys is useless, but you would think she would make more of a fuss.
While Billy was working over her tits, two of his friends pulled off Elaine’s sneakers. Billy lifted up and they pulled her jeans down her legs and off. Billy then gripped her sky-blue panties by the lacy waistband and slowly dragged them down her tender thighs. She actually lifted her feet to so he could strip her body bare.
The camera panned across Elaine’s naked body. There she was, blindfolded and gagged, arms tied above her head and naked except for her little white socks. Her tits stood up proudly and were topped off by her stiff half-inch nipples. Those shapely legs ended in the light brown patch of hair above the slut’s moistening pussy lips. She turned her head side to side as if she was trying to see through the blindfold. Now she struggled to free her hands, but it only succeeded in showing off her body by twisting it around.
Billy grabbed one ankle and pushed her legs apart. She started to close them, but with a single touch on the knee, he convinced her to hold still. Now undressed, Billy climbed onto the bed between her open legs. As he rubbed the head of his black cock on her opening, she started weeping into the gag. Apparently the reality of the situation was sinking in. Billy’s cock was also sinking in. He pressed the head into her pussy and leaned in slowly. Her whole body tensed at the penetration. The lean muscles rippled in her arms and her legs strained as Billy stretched her thighs wide. Her muffled scream sounded like a groan through the gag.
My own cock was hard as a rock and throbbing as I watched the tape. After he had only 3 or 4 of his 11 inches inside her, Billy suddenly stopped and pulled out. He sat up quietly between Elaine’s stretched out legs. The other guys in the room were mumbling, I couldn’t tell what they were saying. I heard what Billy said next though,
“This bitch is cherry.”
Everybody was shocked for a few seconds, including myself. Then it sunk in to the pack of rapists, they had the wrong woman. It sunk in to me even deeper; it was my daughter, Julie. My Julie was getting raped by four black guys. With the blindfold and gag I couldn’t see her face, but now I knew. I spun around the room, looking for the phone to call the police. As I dialed, I hit pause and then realized that it was on tape. Whatever was about to happen, had happened yesterday, and it was my fault. I hung up the phone in shock. I slumped back on my couch. Maybe Billy would let her go, knowing they had the wrong girl. All I could do was watch. I had to know what happened, regardless. I was about to watch the gang rape of my beautiful daughter. I pushed play.
The shuffling on tape had settled down and Billy leaned over my Julie and lifted her gag. She tried to scream but he covered her mouth with his hand and said, “Shhhh…, Quiet down and talk to me.”
She nodded, “Please let me go.”
“What is your name?”
“Julie.”
“How old are you”
“Eighteen.”
“What are you doing here?”
“This is my house, I came home from college.”
“Ah… You’re the daughter.” Billy thought to himself. “Do you have a boyfriend in college?”
“Yes.”
“And he hasn’t fucked this incredible body?” His hands were still roaming her thighs and now squeezed her young breasts together. He ran a hand up to her face, still blindfolded, and traced her mouth with his fingers, rolling her bottom lip down with his thumb. “You must give a great blowjob.”
“No, I never…”
“Tell me how far you have gone with your little white boyfriend. Have you let him finger your cunt?” With that he drove two fingers into her virgin pussy and started to finger-fuck my little girl.
Julie shook her head “No” and winced at the intrusion. She shouted, “Stop it, please.”
“Don’t give me that. You’re getting wet, you don’t want me to stop. I think your body just found what it’s been missing.” As he shoved a third finger into her, her leaned in and sucked on her left tit pulling her nipple out long with his teeth.
Julie twisted her body under the treatment, trying to get away, but she was trapped under this 200lbs black rapist. Her arms strained against the strap holding them to the headboard. Tears ran out from her blindfold and her breathing was heavy through her mouth. Nothing like this had ever happened to her and she had no idea how to react. But her body did. She continued to mouth the words No and Stop, but her hips lifted to ease the entrance to her virgin opening. I could not believe this monster was turning on my little girl.