SHANI'S ORDEAL BEGINS
He slid her onto the bed on her side and climbed in after her. Wasting little time, the ex-con lined up his shaft with the labia of Shani's shaved cunt and began to nudge himself inside.
"Please be gentle," Shani begged. She felt his muscled chest like a wall of steel against her back as he controlled her. She felt him reach around, cupping her left breast with one hand. The first few inches of his cock now slipped inside her. The black girl felt a frisson of sensation slam through her now as he began to move, fucking her, spooning her. Shani gripped the bed sheets with one hand, biting her bottom lip. Her gaze now met Sydney's.
Sydney had turned toward her, but the girl's face was unreadable as Max's tongue continued to ply her sex.
"Javi, I think he's done. This white bitch's cunt is clean as a whistle."
"Good," Javi grunted. "Then bring him up here. He can suck my balls while he watches me rape his girl. I'll give him an up-close and personal demonstration of how to fuck a woman properly."
Max looked like he wanted to die as Lamar forced him to crawl awkwardly onto the bed. Soon he was staring miserably at the sight in front of him -- the big ex-convict's shaft fully sheathed in his girlfriend's pussy, Javi's testicles jostling in time to his thrusts.
"I want to feel that tongue on my balls, bitch boy. Come on!" Javi growled. He reached around, grabbed the handgun, and brought it to bear. He pressed it to Shani's face even as he kept fucking her. The girl could only lay there, her breasts shaking, her cunt feeling the intoxicating sensations from the friction of that cock pumping inside her. There was a look of raw lust on Shani's face despite the barrel of the gun pressed to her cheek. Perhaps it was the understanding that the horrific gesture was clearly made to control Max, to make him do exactly what Javi wanted, and that Shani sensed that he would never pull the trigger - that combined with the bliss erupting through her cunt's nerve endings - which kept Shani content to lie there and get fucked, to lose herself in the hedonism of pleasure rather than acknowledge the danger and depravity of her situation.
"You liking this big cock, slut? Hm??"
"Y-yes," Shani hissed.
"Call me 'Master' and tell me again, bitch. Spell it out! And look at your boyfriend while you do!"
Shani stared into her boyfriend's eyes, hating herself but saying the words all the same.
"Master, I... I'm liking this big cock."
"You're liking this big cock WHERE now, slut? I said to spell it out!" Javi pressed the gun harder against her cheek as her body jostled in time to his penetrations.
"In my pussy," Shani groaned. "I like your big cock in my pussy, Master," she wailed, suddenly unsure whether he would really pull that trigger or not.
By now, Max had already surrendered the last of his dignity. He lapped dutifully at the ball sac of his girlfriend's rapist. His tongue slid along the wrinkled folds housing the massive reservoir of sperm which would soon be spewing deep inside his girlfriend's cunt. Keeping one hand groping Shani's tits, the other threatening her with the pistol pressed to her face, Javi found himself in heaven... well, not quite.
"I said SUCK them, bitch boy. Don't just lick."
He felt Max now sucking one of his testicles, then the other. The teen was wise enough to alternate between the two. Javi sighed with satisfaction and proceeded to fuck Shani even harder.
As if it was completely normal to be having a conversation while raping a beautiful girl and having a young man suck on his balls, Javi now said to Lamar, "So what was the deal with you and Shay when I got here? What the fuck were you two fighting about?"
Lamar explained and Shay knew he was in trouble.
Javi grunted after Lamar had finished his tale. "Is that so?" He turned to Shay. "You gotta make up for being such a pussy, Shay. You can start by fucking that white bitch right in her ass. I mean it. Right now."
Shay blanched, hating the idea. And yet, watching Javi fuck the black girl and watching Lamar take Sydney had triggered something, like an incredible if guilty turn-on, somewhere deep in some primal corner of his brain.
And Shay knew he couldn't say no. He had already made an enemy out of Lamar, and he couldn't afford to alienate someone even higher up on the food chain in the gang. So Shay approached Sydney. The brunette looked up at him with puppy-dog eyes, pleading him not to do this.
"Please..." she whispered, her tone imploring in ways her eyes couldn't.
"I'm sorry," Shay muttered. He grabbed her legs, raising them up, and spit into her puckered opening with several big globs of saliva. He let the saliva sink into her rectum, spitting some more. He kept on spitting, hoping it would be enough lube. Then he spit on his fingers and rubbed the spit copiously up and down his shaft until the entire length sported a glistening sheen.
Easing his cock-head toward her anal opening, Shay very, ever so gingerly, began to press into her virgin asshole.
"Please stop!" Sydney wailed. "NO! Oh god, it hurts. It hurts so bad. Please!"
Shay paused. He had an idea. He slid off the bed and returned a short time later. He had gone off to rummage through the dresser drawers in the master bedroom and found a vial of oil. Apparently the girl's parents had a kinky side to them... lucky for her. Now, sliding back onto the bed, he poured some of the oil into the girl's anal cavity. Then he poured some onto his cock. Covered in lube now, Shay eased his cock into her ass once more. This time he felt the unbearable tightness of her anal sleeve as he pushed inside her.
Sydney was panting hard, her body tensed up.
"Oh god! Please be gentle. Ooohhhhh!!!! Oh fuck!" she squealed as he overpowered her sphincter muscle, plunging inside her ass. The beautiful brunette's face contorted in a hundred different ways as Shay began to pump inside her ass. The copious lubricant coating his shaft and her anal cavity helped, but even so he had to be gentle. He plunged into her with steady strokes, careful not to give her any anal tears.
