Every aspect of this story is 100% fictional and all characters are 18+. It was written with the intent of entertaining those who enjoy the fantasy of non-consensual sex. Some of the characters and situations would be ridiculous and disgusting if viewed through the lens of reality. Your sexual partners should ALWAYS be treated with respect even when, per their wishes, you're pretending not to.
One note on the story itself: You may notice that I like to leave my main characters in precarious predicaments. This is not done with the intention of eventually continuing the narrative as I have no plans to write any sequels or additional chapters. However, anyone else who would like to attempt to do so has my full blessing.
** Under the Boardwalk, Inside Her **
Anna Sue decided that it might actually be advantageous to have a "colored" friend. Of course, she didn't actually consider Makala a real friend. They had been assigned to be roommates in the freshman dorm and she let Makala follow her around without, for the most part, saying anything. The next year, when Anna would almost certainly be allowed to move into the sorority house, she'd probably not even talk to Makala anymore. But, for now, she had her potential uses.
For example, to piss off Anna Sue's daddy. He had refused to fund a spring break trip due to her grades, instead booking a beach house for a family trip to some insignificant tourist trap off the coast. Apparently his momma used to take him there and they'd spend the days walking up and down the boardwalk or some such nonsense. Out of spite, Anna Sue had initially refused to go until she had the great idea to bring Makala with her.
She just knew that Makala would jump at the chance. On campus, she already stuck to Anna Sue like a puppy plus her family didn't have any money for trips. More importantly, Anna Sue's daddy hated colored folk. He talked about it all the damn time.
That was why Anna Sue was so surprised that he had taken such a shine to Makala almost immediately upon them walking through the beach house front door. It didn't take long to figure out why: Makala had what her uncle would call "a figure that could make you sweat inside an ice box". Anna Sue hadn't really looked at her that way prior but, after seeing how her daddy couldn't help but stare, she begrudgingly had to admit that Makala had the kind of body that most women she knew would gladly have paid a small fortune to get. She had high cheekbones, full lips, large but still perky tits, a flat stomach, a tight ass and long legs.
Still, it perplexed Anna Sue how a girl with such dark ebony skin could outshine her. She may not have had all of Makala's curves but her long blonde curls and porcelain skin should have more than made up for it in her opinion. She had been runner up in the Miss Southern Belle pageant after all.
Not one to waste an opportunity, Anna Sue came up with a plan to use this discovery to her own advantage. She was never one to just sit around feeling sorry for herself. For the duration of their vacation, she decided to remove Makala from the leering eyes of her daddy by taking her out to use as "boy bait" as often as possible.
Throughout their entire freshman year, Anna Sue had never known Makala to take interest in a single boy or return interest in any that had pursued her. She preferred to stick right next to Anna Sue. On the other hand, Anna Sue sought out and loved the attention from just about any boy she could find. And she quickly found one that hit all of her buttons right out on the boardwalk.
He called himself "Rooster", had tattoos covering both his arms and a piercing in his tongue. He worked at one of the boardwalk's carny games. Anna Sue knew her daddy would just hate him. And, as predicted, when he told Makala that he liked to "let dark chocolate melt on his tongue", she didn't respond so he turned his attentions to Anna Sue. That was how she got an invitation to meet up at a secret spot under the very boardwalk they had been standing on. Only the coolest of the locals knew about it apparently.
Just to hedge her bets, she insisted on lending Makala one of her own bathing suits. It was a yellow and pink polka dotted string bikini. It was tight on Makala's bodacious body - Anna Sue knew that nothing could hide that anyway - but the color looked ridiculous against her dark skin. So as to be able to stand in comparison, she picked for herself a similar, all red string bikini that she felt she filled out nicely and accentuated her blonde hair and blue eyes. She also had Makala carry some tanning oil that Anna Sue could rub enticingly on herself if the need arose.
They easily found the secret break in the chain link fence that had been installed to prevent entry to the under boardwalk. It was along a remote part of the beach, right where Rooster said it would be. Makala pointed out a few motorcycles parked nearby but Anna Sue wasn't interested.
Once inside, their environment shifted from warm and sunny to dark and damp. Though it was still an eighty degree day, Anna Sue couldn't help but emit a shiver. They made their way past several boardwalk beams, deeper into the shadows. They were aware of the other tourists scurrying around no more than five or six feet just above their heads.
Then, turning a corner, they both stopped. There were three full grown men in front of them. One sat on the ground, his back to one of the beams with a grimey green beach towel under him, and the other two stood nearby. One of the standing men had long greasy blonde hair pulled into a ponytail and an unlit cigarette in his mouth. The other used a knife to sharpen a piece of driftwood and wore a t-shirt that must have started out white but was now almost as brown as his own skin. The man on the ground was much larger and older than the other two. He wore an unbuttoned black leather vest with nothing underneath, had a large grey beard and had light brown skin the same shade as the t-shirt man.
Grey Beard spoke before they could say anything. "Hola, ninas. What can we do for you?"
Anna Sue wasn't certain what a "ninas" was but decided, based on his tone, that it must have been an insult. "We're to meet a friend, not that it's any of your business. Just what in the hell are you all are doing down here anyway?"
Makala moved behind and closer to Anna Sue. One of her breasts brushed up against Anna Sue's arm.
"You are meeting that little idiota, si? What's his name... Gallo?"
"Rooster."
"Oh yeah, Rooster. Well he asked us to give you something." With this, Grey Beard held out his hand to drop something into hers.
As she walked closer and her eyes adjusted to the dark, she could make out several tattoos on the man's chest. One in particular caught her eye. Below his neck was a caveman, one hand holding a club on his shoulder and the other dragging a woman behind him by her hair. The woman was modern; wearing a torn skirt and blouse, the tops of her stockings and bottom of her panties slightly revealed. She also wasn't knocked out like Anna Sue had seen in similar pictures, she was awake; kicking and screaming though the caveman didn't seem to notice.
As they approached, Makala was standing so close to Anna Sue that she could feel her breath. Both of her breasts were now pushed up against her back. If Anna Sue wasn't so preoccupied, she'd have snapped at her. Instead, Anna Sue reached out her hand and the large man opened his.
Nothing dropped.
Before she knew what had happened, Grey Beard had grasped onto her thin wrist, stood up and spun Anna Sue around. His fat, sweaty bare chest pressed against her back. The bulge from his crotch rubbed against the back of her red bikini bottoms. One of his hands covered her mouth. As she tried to scream, she could taste the salt of his skin and feel the calluses rubbing on her face. His other hand pulled her top back, revealing her breasts.
Anna Sue saw that the other two men had Makala similarly restrained. Ponytail held her wrists out in front of her with one hand and pulled at her top with the other. Dirty Shirt stood behind, covering her mouth and pulling down her bottoms.
Grey Beard spun Anna Sue around and deftly dropped her down onto the green towel that he had previously been sitting on with himself on top, his considerable weight pinning her. His hand still clasped her mouth, his musk invaded her nose, and his beard tickled her exposed chest as he brought his face near to her's.
"Okay, puta. I will hurt you. I will hurt you bad if you make me. Comprende?" Anna Sue nodded her head the best she could.
"You scream, I hurt you. You gonna scream, little puta?" Anna Sue shook her head.
"Bueno... Bueno." Grey Beard's hand slid off Anna Sue's face and clasped onto her neck. She grabbed a hold of his wrist with both hands but held no illusions about her ability to free herself. He gave a slight squeeze and Anna Sue knew how easy it would be for him to end her.
"I'm sorry. P-please let me go. Please... No one has to know..."
"Too late for that." Grey Beard nodded over to Makala. She was straddling Dirty Shirt as he lowered her down onto his hard cock. The polkadot bikini bottoms had been shoved into her mouth, the yellow tie strings stuck out and started to bounce as she rode up and down on him. They had bound her hands in front of her with some dirty, frayed rope, wrapping her wrists multiple times. Pants off, Ponytail stood behind her and rubbed the tanning oil Makala had been carrying onto his dick. Makala's eyes were shut tight though tears streamed freely down her face. She released muted wails into her bikini gag.
"Hmmmuh-huh-huh! Hmmmuh-huh-huh!"
