Mary had no business in this part of town. It was the day before her wedding and all she needed to do was get one last thing for the next day's celebration. But her car was being a bitch, and she ended up in a neighborhood that scared the shit out of her. She had heard about these streets and how dangerous they were. But she could not drive her car anymore, and it would be too dangerous to stay in her car alone this late at night.
So she decided to take a chance and try to find someone who could help her. The first person she encountered was a black guy. He was old and had a short beard. She thought he would be a good person to talk to. As she got closer to him, he asked her if she was lost.
Mary told him about her car and the guy said he would help her. She was so happy to finally find someone who was nice. But then he asked for her name, and she told him that she was Mary. She noticed that there was a change in his demeanor and she felt less safe with him. He smiled at her in a way that made her feel uneasy and then he said, "Oh, so you are Mary, huh? Well, I am Tyrone. What a nice name you have. It fits you well."
Mary didn't know what to say back to him because something felt off. But he continued talking to her, asking her where she was from and what her plans were to get home. Tyrone told Mary that he lived right around the corner and that she could come use his phone to call for help.
She was hesitant at first, but something about him made her trust him. Maybe it was the fact that he seemed so nice, even though his voice had a rough edge to it.
Mary decided to take a chance on Tyrone and followed him to his home. She didn't really know where she was going but he seemed to know exactly where he was going. When they arrived at his apartment, she realized that they were alone together, and no one else was around. Her fear grew and she realized that she might be in a lot of trouble.
Tyrone led her into his living room and told her to sit down. Mary did what he said because he seemed like a big strong man that could do whatever he wanted with her and she didn't want to make him mad. As soon as she sat down, he told her that she could call her fiancΓ© from his phone and let him know that she needed help, but she would have to pay for the privilege of using his phone.
"I don't have any money," she told him. "I'm getting married tomorrow and I don't have any money to spare."
She didn't know why, but she felt like telling him that she was engaged would make her safe. Maybe he would think that she wasn't worth messing with because she had a man that would protect her.
But her words only made him laugh. He told her that he knew that she wasn't from around here, and that he could tell. Then he walked over to her and put his big hand under her chin and lifted her face up to look at his. She felt a chill go up her spine and knew she was in danger. Then Tyrone said, "I think you know it's not money I want." He looked at her with a sneer and she knew exactly what he wanted.
"I...I can't do that. I'm engaged to be married. I'm a virgin and I'm saving myself for my future husband." Mary told him.
"This isn't a negotiation. I've told you the price, and you're going to pay it." Tyrone said.
Then he stood up and walked to the kitchen. He returned with a cup of liquid in his hand, "Drink this. It's grape drink, it will help you relax, and make it easier for you."
Mary felt so helpless that she didn't know what else to do. She decided to drink the liquid and hope for the best. She took the cup out of his hand and swallowed all of it. She started feeling warm all over her body and then felt like she was a third-party, watching herself in the room with Tyrone, and her body couldn't help but do whatever Tyrone told her. He told her to stand up, and then he told her to take off all of her clothes. " I can't do this," she said as she found herself standing up anyway, "I'm engaged. I'm going to be married tomorrow. My virginity is my gift for my husband."
Without warning, Tyrone slapped her across the face. "Fuck your white boy husband bitch!"
He yelled at her and then punched her in the stomach. "I don't give a fuck about him or your little white pussy. It's going to get fucked by my black cock. You understand? You will let me do what ever I want because I'm the man and you are just a white bitch." Then he pulled off her white shorts and he saw that she was wearing the innocent bikini style panties common with prudish women.
Tyrone's anger boiled over when he saw her panties and he ripped them off of her. Mary was so helpless against him that she felt like her legs were going to collapse on her. Then she felt a strange sensation that she had never felt before. It started in her pussy and it was a strong desire. She had only felt this way when kissing her fiancΓ©.
"Get down on your knees, white bitch and take off my pants!" Tyrone yelled at her.
Mary didn't know what else to do but had a strong desire to give in to Tyrone. She bent down on her knees in front of him, and unbuckled and unzipped his pants. She pulled them down to his ankles, and he grabbed a hold of her hair to balance himself while he kicked his pants the rest of the way off.
"Now the boxers, white bitch!" Mary did as she was told and Tyrone's huge black cock fell out and slapped her face. She was not used to seeing cocks, and his was much bigger than any she had seen in movies and stuff. Tears started to run down Mary's face.
"I can't do this," she said again. " I should just go and try to walk to a gas station or something." Mary tried to stand but Tyrone slapped her across the face again.