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She was later than usual because she had wanted to talk to the woman in charge of the care home about her mother’s condition. He mother had been suffering with dementia for a number of years, but recently she seemed to have worsened. She no longer recognised her daughter and Jane’s visits often consisted of her sitting silently beside her mother as she pretended to be knitting.

She checked her watch, it would be half an hour before the bus arrived at the depot, then she had to change to catch the local bus to take her to the other side of town where she lived. If Frank had been home she could have called him and asked him to pick her up at the bus station but he was away, he was away almost every other weekend, he and Pete following the local football team all over the country. Pete was Sue’s husband, Sue was Jane’s best friend for life, they had been best friends since junior school.

Thinking of Sue, Jane wondered if she could call her and ask her to pick her up, but then she remembered that Sue had told her that she would be spending Saturday night with her latest lover.

Jane smiled to herself, thinking of Sue and her numerous lovers over the years.

“Oh you should try it Jane,” she kept telling her, “Pete is so boring in bed, l would go mad if l didn’t have someone to fuck me with a bit of enthusiasm.”

Jane almost laughed out loud thinking of how outrageous Sue could be. Whenever they were in town together, Sue was constantly eyeing all the men, staring unashamedly at the front of their trousers and making some comment about the size or lack of any bulge. How they had stayed friends for so long always amazed Jane because their personalities were so different. Even back in their school days, Sue had always been like a magnet as far as boys were concerned. Jane lost count of the number of times she had caught her friend at the back of the sports shed, her knickers round her ankles and some boy with his hand up her skirt.

“You should try it yourself,” Sue had told her more than once, “most of them are rubbish but every now and then l find one that can bring me off.”

Thinking of orgasms, Jane tried to remember the last time she had had one with Frank, in fact she could hardly remember the last time they had had sex. Sue had been on to her to take a lover for years.

“You’re a good looking woman Jane,” she’d said, “you’ve got a great figure, you’re in your prime.”

“I’m forty three,” had been her answer but Sue had a response to that.

“So am l,” she’d said, “and l don’t have your figure, but l can still get a cock when l want one, get the odd pussy too.”

Jane had known for quite a while that Sue was not averse to having sex with a woman, she had been shocked at first but as with everything with Sue, you had to love her even if she was outrageous. There had never been anything sexual between them until that day.

Jane felt a stirring in the pit of her stomach as she recalled that day. She tried to put it down to the motion of the bus but she knew she was kidding herself. It had been a hot summer day, just a few weeks before. They were together in the back garden enjoying a G&T. Sue was busy telling her all about her latest conquest.

“Oh god Jane, he’s like a wild animal, and he’s got the cock of one too,” Sue had said, talking about her knew personal trainer at the gym. “I knew what he wanted as soon as he suggested giving me a massage,” she’d said, “but when l told him l didn’t need a towel to cover myself he didn’t need a second invitation. Jeez Janey, he’s hung like a donkey, you should let me introduce you, it’s just what you need.”

“He wouldn’t be interested in me.” Jane had tried to laugh it off.

“Rubbish,” Sue had replied, “look at that fat cow Gloria Smith, she had a job to stand when she came out of the treatment room after a session with him, it’s just tits and pussy as far as he’s concerned, he would love to get someone as good looking as you on the end of his dick, and it would do you good too Jane, god l don’t know how you do it, it must be months since you did it with Frank, l would go crazy.”

“Not months, more like a year,” Jane had replied.

That was when Sue had taken her inside.

“Take your clothes off,” she’d said.

“Why?” Jane had replied.

“Because l want to see what you look like under those boring clothes you wear.”

Jane couldn’t remember what she was thinking, even now she put it down to the heat and the three G&T’s she’d had, but before she knew it she was stood in the kitchen stark naked.

“Jesus Jane,” Sue had said, “you look great, turn around.”

Jane had turned slowly, she found herself enjoying Sue’s compliments. Frank had seen her naked hundreds of times and had never complimented her.

“Perhaps it’s just as well l don’t let Gino see you naked,” Sue had said, “l’d never be able to drag him off you.”

Jane had often looked at herself in the mirror, she didn’t have particularly large breasts, she was a 34B, but on her trim frame they looked bigger, they were still quite firm, her waist curved in nicely and her bum was still firm and round. She regularly checked herself for cellulite and as yet had not seen any signs.

“You need to do something about that though,” Sue had said, pointing at the mat of dark pubic hair covering her pubic mound. “Doesn’t Frank complain when he goes down on you?”

“Far chance of that,” Jane had laughed, “he stopped doing that years ago, not that her ever did it for long.”

“You need to get rid of it Janey,” Sue had said, “all the girls do it these days, the fellas love a shaved pussy.”

Sitting in the bus, Jane could still recall how she had felt, standing there naked in front of her best friend while Sue was suggesting she make herself sexually attractive to other men.

Sue had always been a leader and Jane had been happy to follow, so when Sue suggested they go upstairs for her to “sort out” Jane’s pubic hair, it was as if Jane was on remote control. It wasn’t until she was lying on her back with her legs open, Sue kneeling before her armed with scissors and Frank’s shaving equipment, that the enormity of what she was doing hit her.

“I can’t do this,” she’d said, “l’m not a lesbian.”

“Oh good god!” Sue had laughed, “heaven forbid darling. Don’t even suggest it, l’m still searching for the perfect cock, and l hope l never find it, it’s so much fun. Are you afraid of what Frank will say when he sees you?”

“Not much chance of that,” Jane had said, “l would have to stand naked in front of the tv when the football is on to get his attention and then it would only be to tell me to move.”

After a bit of persuasion, Jane had let Sue carry on. Trimming away the bulk of the hair then shaving the rest.

“There,” she’d said once she’d finished, “that’s better, mmmmm, good enough to eat.”

Jane squirmed in her seat as she remembered how Sue had bent down and kissed her pussy. She had to resist the temptation to press her hand between her legs as she recalled the shock wave that had shot through her body when Sue’s lips had located her clitoris. Everything had blurred into a haze as she had laid there while Sue slowly took her to the most powerful orgasm she had ever had.

“There, now it’s your turn,” Sue had said as she had laid beside her.

Jane had still been recovering, still trying to sort her brain out. “I can’t Sue,” she’d said, “l don’t know what to do.”

“Rubbish darling,” Sue had replied, “l’ll direct you.”

Jane had studied her own vagina many times using a mirror but she had never seen anyone else’s. She looked at the folds of flesh that protruded from Sue’s vagina and immediately thought of the petals of a flower. Sue used her fingers to spread her labia and Jane saw the swollen bud that was her clitoris.

“Just suck it darling,” Sue had said, “just like l did to you.”

Jane had never imagined she would do anything like that but once she started it was like a drug. Hearing her friend moaning and encouraging her only spurred her on and when she felt Sue tremble and let out a deep sigh, Jame could still remember the feeling of pride that she had managed to bring her friend off on her first attempt.

From then on it had been a regular event, they laughingly called it pussy Wednesdays. Sue would come over, they would go to into the shower together then to bed and make love. Jane began to look forward to each Wednesday with growing excitement.

“I think l might be turning into a proper lesbian,” she had said just the week before after they had made love and were sat side by side in bed sipping their G&T’s.

“Rubbish,” Sue had laughed, “you just need a good cock to give you a good work out. Let me take you down to the gym, Gino will put you on the treatment table and give you a good shafting.”

“Do you love him?” Jane had asked.

“Oh good lord no,” Sue had laughed, “he’s so full of himself, but he does know how to use that gorgeous cock of his, l’m telling you Janey, he’s like a wild animal, it’s just what you need.”

Jane had thought about that every day since, usually when she was using the vibrator Sue had given her. She would lie on the bed, holding that rubbery phallus next to her clitoris, dreaming of some huge man taking her by force, driving his massive penis into her, it had become an obsession, her recurring fantasy, and her orgasm were getting stronger and stronger.

She felt a wetness between her thighs, once again she was tempted to press her hand there, then she realised that the bus was turning into the depot. She would need to cross to the other side of the depot to catch the bus that would take her home.

At least it wasn’t raining, she thought, then cursed Frank. What sort of husband would want his wife out in the darkening evening, especially as there had been two attacks on young girls in the last few weeks.

She turned the corner into the aisle where her bus would normally be, only to see it disappearing at the far end of the depot. “Shit!” She said out loud.

Looking around she saw another bus waiting at the next stand, she realised that if she caught that one she would be able to get off and walk through the park to her street. She walked towards the bus. There was a group of three young men standing in her way. They were all black, Jane put two of their ages to be probably late teens or early twenties, the other was a bit older and much bigger, he must have been well over six feet tall, Jane could tell that he was definitely the leader, the other two seemed to be taking instructions from him.

Jane had to walk down between the barrier to get onto the bus, her path was blocked by the three men. She hesitated, weighing up the option of returning and waiting for her normal bus but the next one would not be for thirty minutes. Just then the big one saw her, he said something to the others and they parted to allow her through.

Jane walked slowly between them, she mumbled a thank you as she passed. None of the three said anything but they stared at her and Jane felt a menacing presence especially from the bigger one. As she passed him she was surprised to pick up an aroma from his body, it was spicy more than sweet and Jane found it quite pleasant.

She showed her travel pass to the driver and took a seat on the bus. She could see the three of them still standing there. Occasionally one of them looked into the bus, straight at her, he said something and all of them laughed. Jane felt a shiver down her spine, silently she prayed that the bus would pull away.

That shiver came again as she saw all three get on the bus just before the door closed and the bus pulled away. The three walked down the aisle, each of them staring intently at her as they passed.

They went to the back of the bus but Jane could feel them staring at her. They were the only people on the bus and Jane was increasingly nervous. She looked towards the driver, she saw his face in the mirror, he was staring at her and that made her even more nervous. Once again she cursed Frank for putting football before her safety.

She sensed a movement behind her, then a body brushed past her, it was the youngest of the three. He went past her, then sat two seats in front of her, turning and staring at her, smiling. Jane tried to look away but was constantly drawn back to the glint coming from his gold tooth.

She saw the start of the park, she knew there was a stop opposite the first entry gate, it would mean a longer walk through the park but she decided she had to get off the bus. She went to the front of the bus, the driver glanced at her but said nothing. She got off the bus and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the three men had stayed on.

She crossed the road, as she was about to enter the park she saw the bus stop at the next stop, she saw the three get off. She walked through the gate, the high hedge preventing her from seeing what the three were doing.

She walked nervously into the park, the sound of her heels on the paving sounded like the tap tap tap of a drum in the silence. The path was illuminated by a series of low level bollards but there were ho high level lights.

She turned a corner towards the centre of the park. There was a circular grass island there where all the paths converged like the rays of the sun. There were benches and picnic tables there where young mothers spent warm summer afternoons chatting and watching their children playing on the swings or splashing in the paddling pool, but this time there were only three people there, the same three from the bus.

Jane felt her knees buckle and she had to fight her own nerves in order to keep walking.

As she reached them, the two younger ones stepped in front of her, blocking her path.

“Let me pass please,” she said, tying to conceal the nervousness in her voice.

“Well now,” the older of the two said, “what do you think Lee, should we let the lady pass?”

“Well it’s a bit like one of those things they used to tell us about in school,” the other one said, “what was it they called them….toll gates, that’s it. This is like a toll gate lady, you have to pay to pass.”

“I don’t have much money,” she replied, slipping her shoulder bag off her shoulder, “l only carry small change.”

“I don’t think small change will be enough do you Lee?” He said.

“No Cal,” the younger one replied. “Perhaps there’s some other way she can pay.”

“What do you reckon Lee,” the older one said, “how much do you think she’s worth, she’s a bit older than usual but she looks in decent condition.”

“That’s enough,” Jane said, trying to cover her nervousness by imposing some authority. “You’ve had your fun, now let me pass.”

“She says we’ve had our fun Cal,” Lee said, “have you had your fun Cal, l certainly haven’t had mine.”

“Nor me Lee,” Cal laughed, “l think we should show her what sort of fun we’re thinking of, let’s see what she’s got to offer.” He stepped towards her, putting his hands on the lapels of her coat.

Instinctively, Jane pushed him away, pushing so hard he almost fell, but immediately he was back, his hand moved so fast she couldn’t see where he got the knife from but suddenly she saw the glint of light on the blade as it was held in front of her face.

“Now that’s enough of that,” he said, waving the knife in front of her face, “why don’t you help the lady with her coat Lee, she’s looking hot and bothered.”

She felt Lee stepping behind her. He reached round pulling her coat open, he was so violent the buttons flew off her coat.

“No!” She shouted, then stopped as the blade went close to her eyes.

“Now it would be a shame to scar that pretty face,” Cal said, “you be a good lady now, we’re going to have some fun.”

“No please,” she begged, “please let me go, l won’t tell anyone l promise.”

“Oh we know you won’t tell anyone,” Cal said, “because if you did we would have to come back and cut your tongue out.”

Jane felt herself shaking with fear, it was obvious that Cal was so confident that he could do anything he wanted.

Suddenly she felt hands taking hold of the neckline of her dress. This time when Lee tugged, the material tore easily all the way down to her waist. A second tug and it tore the rest of the way leaving her totally exposed in just her bra and panties.

Lee pulled her tattered dress off her, tossing it onto the floor.

“Take this off,” Cal said, flicking the centre of her bra with the tip of his knife.

“Please,” she begged, tears flooding down her cheeks, “please don’t, don’t rape me.”

“Oh we’re not going to rape you,” Cal laughed, “we’re just going to have a bit of fun, take it off.”

Jane couldn’t answer, all she could do was shake her head.

Suddenly he slid the blade between her breasts, under her bra. With a flick the blade sliced through the material, causing her bra to fall open, exposing her breasts.

Jane cried out, covering her breasts with her hands. Then she felt a hand inside the waistband of her panties at the back. Lee pulled hard and the lace material tore easily leaving her naked apart from her shoes.

“Well well,” Cal chuckled, “will you just look at that,” he said, pointing the tip of the knife down at her shaved pubis. “I think we’ve got a hot one here Lee,” he laughed.

“Please!” She begged again, but she knew it was pointless, she knew what was about to happen, all she could think of was how she was going to escape with her life.

“Open your mouth,” Lee said.

“Why?” She replied, but as her mouth opened he pushed her tattered panties into her mouth.

“Now you be a good girl,” Cam said, “any noise and l cut your nipples off.”

“Let’s put her on one of the tables Cam,” Lee said.

Jane’s arms were grabbed and she was dragged backwards towards one of the tables. She was lifted and found herself lying on her back on the rough timber.

“Open your legs,” Cam told her, he stood in front of her undoing his trousers.

Jane could only think of staying alive. Regardless of the humiliation she knew that her only chance of doing so was to do as he said. She opened her legs, accepting her fate.

“That’s better,” Cal said, grabbing her ankles and lifting her legs, resting them on his shoulders.

Jane had no time to prepare herself as Cal surged forward, his penis entering her to the hilt in one thrust. Her scream was muffled by her panties as it felt like her body had been invaded by a tree trunk.

“I bet that’s your first black cock,” he smiled down at her, “we know how you white bitches dream of having a big, black cock up your cunt, well you’re the lucky one tonight.” He pulled back then thrusted back into her, his pelvis crashing into hers. “Take it bitch,” he said, “feel what it’s like to have a real cock up you.”

Jane cried out with each thrust but her cries were muffled by the gag in her mouth. She could feel the size of him inside her and she was convinced that he would tear her, the savagery with which he was pounding her. She found herself praying he would cum soon and end her ordeal but then the thought of him filling her with his seed only horrified her even more.

Suddenly she felt a hand on her head, grabbing her hair and turning her head sideways. Lee was stood beside her, he had his penis out, it was only inches from her face, the large purple black head glistening in the moonlight.

“You had better not bite me bitch,” Lee said as he pulled her panties from her mouth.

Jane tried to force her lips together as her pushed his penis into her face.

“Suck it bitch,” he said, waving a knife in front of her eyes, “suck it or l cut you.”

Jane knew she had no choice, she hadn’t had a cock in her mouth since University days, she had tried to do it with Frank once but he had pushed her away, calling her a pervert. She remembered Sue’s reaction when she’d told her, she had burst out laughing saying that Frank must be the only man in the world who would refuse a blow job.

Lee pressed the head of his cock against her lips, Jane opened her mouth and his cock forced it’s way to the back of her throat. She had to stretch her mouth wide to take him and she gagged as he reached the back of her throat.

“Suck it bitch,” he said again, fucking her mouth in time with Carl’s thrusts into her vagina.

“I’m nearly cumming,” Cal said, “see if we can cum together Lee, give the bitch a load at both ends.”

Jane prayed for them to cum, that was the only way this horror would end.

“This bitch is so tight Baz,” she heard Cal say, “it’s a good job she’ll be full of spunk for you, that fucking monster you’ve got would split her open otherwise.”

Jane’s heart sank as she realised her torment would not be over soon, then she felt Cal thrust deep inside her, he grunted as she felt the heat of his cum flood her vagina. Then Lee’s penis in her mouth erupted, filling her mouth with cum.

‘Swallow it bitch,” Lee said, feeling her gagging on his cock.

Jane had no choice, he was in danger of cutting off her air supply completely, she gulped for air and swallowed a mouthful of his semen, at first she thought she was going to vomit but he pulled back slightly, allowing her to breathe. Then he pulled out, semen still shooting from his cock, sending ribbons across her face. He rubbed his cock against her face, smearing his cum over her.

“She’s ready for you now Baz,” she heard Cal say.

Jane had not heard the big man say anything up to then and when he did speak his voice was deep and gravelly and there was an instant air of authority in his voice.

“Take my phone Cal,” he said, stepping between Jane’s spread thighs. “Get some good shots of her taking my cock, and get a close up of her face covered in spunk.”

Jane had no fight left, all she could do was lie there and let them have their way with her. She knew that the one called Baz was about to enter her, she felt the head of his penis brush against her labia. But she was not prepared for the size of him as he forced his way into her.

She opened her mouth to scream as pain shot through her body but as she did, Lee stuffed her panties back into her mouth.

“Jeez Baz,” she heard Cal say as it felt like a tree trunk was being forced into her, “she’s taken more than half of it, can you get it all up her.”

“Should be able to,” Baz replied, ramming his cock into her, “she’s well greased with your spunk.”

Jane just wanted it to end, she felt shame at the way she had been treated, she could still taste Lee’s cum despite the gag in her mouth, and that huge piston gliding in and out of her body was churning her insides.

“Can she take it all Baz?” Lee said, “l’ve never seen one take it all.”

Baz started ramming it harder into her, Jane could feel him hitting her cervix, then something even more horrifying started happening, her body started responding. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her, how could this happen, how could her body betray her like this.

Lee’s face appeared over her, she could feel his breath on her face.

“Take it bitch,” he spat at her, she felt his saliva hitting her face. She felt hands on her breasts, her nipples being pinched and twisted. “She’s loving it Baz,” he said, “the fucking white slut is loving it.”

Jane wanted to scream, wanted to let them know that no, she wasn’t loving it, but her body once again betrayed her.

“Oh good l can’t be,” she said to herself as she felt the churning in the pit of her stomach. Then there was an explosion in her belly as the cock inside her flooded her with hot cum. Her scream was muffled as her orgasm ripped through her body, her body writhed, her back arched and she felt her own hot juices flooding over that giant cock inside her.

“That’s fucking great Baz,” Cal said, getting in close with the phone, getting a close up of her face as she orgasmed. “The fucking bitch just came, did you fucking see that Lee, she only fucking came, she must be some hot bitch, we’ve never had one cum on us before.” He pulled the panties from her mouth, getting a close up shot of her gasping for air.

“Please, no more,” she begged, “please don’t hurt me any more.”

“We haven’t hurt you,” Lee replied, “we just fucked you, and don’t you try telling us you hated it, we all saw you cum you dirty cow, and we have the video to prove it.”

Baz pulled his cock out of her, using the sodden remnants of her panties to wipe his cock.

“You two had better fuck off,” he said, “you have work to do.”

“What shall we do with her Baz?” Lee said, then bent over Jane again, “you’d better not say anything about this to anyone bitch,” he said, grabbing her breast, “or you could end up losing these.”

“Please,” she begged, “l won’t tell anyone, l promise, just let me go, please.”

“You two fuck off,” Baz said, “l’ll sort her out, she won’t give us any trouble, we have it all on video, she wouldn’t want her family seeing how much she enjoyed being fucked by a big, black cock.”

Jane watched the two walk away, hearing them laughing as they went. That left her there with the one they called Baz, he was obviously the leader, and by the size of him he was powerfully built. She shivered as the chill night breeze brushed over her naked body but it wasn’t the breeze that made her shiver. What did he intend to do with her now? Had he sent the other two away so that he could drag her into the bushes and kill her, she saw him staring at her, there was a strange expression on his face. He bent down and picked up her coat, throwing it over her body.

“Put that on,” he said, “l’ll walk you home and make sure you’re safe.”

Jane almost laughed, he was offering to keep her safe after the three of them had raped her.

“Just go,” she said, “leave me alone.”

She sat up, putting her coat on. The buttons had been ripped off so she would have to hold it together. She was amazed to see that her shoes were still on her feet. She moved herself forward standing on unsteady legs. He put his hand out to steady her but she pushed it away.

“Leave me alone,” she said, gathering strength from somewhere, “you’ve had your fun, just leave me alone.”

She stepped away from the table, her legs felt weak but they supported her. She saw her torn clothes lying on the floor, she bent down and gathered them up, she didn’t know why, they were totally ruined but she got some comfort in holding them.

“Here,” he said, holding out her handbag. She snatched it from him, opening it and checking inside.

“It’s all there,” he said, “we didn’t rob you.”

Jane just stared at him. “You’re animals,” she said, “if l had a gun l would shoot you. Leave me alone.”

“I’ll follow you, make sure you get home safe,” he replied.

Jane just wanted to get home, she felt dirty, her face felt crusted with dried semen, there was semen running down her thighs. She had to get home and scrub herself clean. She turned and walked away from him, not quite sure if he actually was going to let her go home or whether it was just so that he could take her by surprise and kill her.

She had walked about ten yards when she glanced back, he was behind her but keeping a distance of a few yards. She had her clothes rolled into a ball, holding it against her chest, holding it tight to keep her coat together.

Slowly she approached the exit from the park. She was approaching an area covered by the street lights and she gained confidence from that. She fought back the tears as she exited the park. Now she just had to cross the road, her house was only about twenty yards down the road, opposite the bus stop that she would have got off the bus if she had caught the one earlier. She thought how fate had played with her, if she had been just a minute earlier getting to the depot she would be home safe by now.

She was grateful that the road was deserted, she knew she must look awful. She turned into her drive, the house was in darkness. She remembered that Frank was away and she was grateful that she could get in and clean herself up in privacy. She glanced back and saw Baz just a few steps behind her. The realisation hit her that she had made the mistake of showing him where she lived, she turned to face him.

“I won’t tell anyone, l promise,” she said, “l just want to be left alone.”

“I’ll decide what happens to you,” he replied, “and you should know that if you do tell anyone, that video will be broadcast all over the internet.”

She turned and walked dow the side of the house, fumbling in her handbag for her key to the back door.

“Is there anyone else home?” He asked.

“No, my husband is away,” she replied, then thought again how stupid she was to tell him that. She managed to unlock the door but as she opened it he pushed her inside.

“Please…leave me alone, please,” she begged. As he pushed her, she dropped the bundle of clothes she was carrying and lost her grip on her coat. It fell open revealing her nakedness.

“Put the light on and take your coat off,” he said, “l want to see what you look like in the light.”

“Please,” she sobbed, “haven’t you done enough, please go.”

“Take your coat off or l will,” he said, locating the light switch and turning it on.

It was the first time that Jane had actually got a good look at him. She knew of course that he was big but in the light she could see how solidly he was built, he didn’t appear to have any flesh on his body that wasn’t muscle. On top of that she was also struck by the fact that he was seriously good looking. She had to shake her head to rid herself of thoughts that she couldn’t understand, this man had already raped her once, was ordering her to strip so she assumed he meant to rape her again, yet here she was admiring him.

“Do it now,” he said, stepping towards her.

“Please, don’t hurt me,” she pleaded.

He came a step closer.

“Okay, okay,” she put out her hand in a futile jester, as if it were possible for her to stop him. She slipped her coat from her shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor.

He took a step back, his eyes travelling up and down her body.

“Not bad,” he said, “how old are you? What’s your name?”

“Jane,” she replied, “forty three.”

“Turn around.”

Jane went to turn but her feet tangled in her coat, she kicked it away then turned with her back to him.

“Very nice,” he said, “now bend over and spread your legs.”

“Why….what are you going to do to me,” she said.

“Just fucking do as l say and l won’t hurt you,” he replied.

“Please….no more,” she begged, “l’m dirty, l need to shower, please go, you’ve had your fun, please leave me alone now.”

“I’ll leave you alone when l’ve finished with you,” he said, “bend over and spread your legs.”

Jane felt totally humiliated, she couldn’t see any alternative other than to do as he said. She bent forward, stumbling slightly and grabbing the table for support.

“Wider,” he said, tapping the inside of her ankle with his foot. Jane’s moved her legs wider apart.

“Your cunt is quite neat for an older woman,” he said, “l can still see spunk in there.”

Jane saw his feet appear next to her, then felt his hand on her breast.

“Nice tits too,” he said, pinching her nipple and pulling it.

Jane felt her knees buckle as the pain shot through her body. She heard him laugh.

“Like that do you?” He said, “find this exciting do you?”

Jane could only shake her head as he mauled her breast. Things were happening in her body, things she didn’t want, things she was ashamed of. He pinched her nipple again and she groaned.

He laughed. “You white bitches are all the same,” he said, squeezing her breast, “l bet you’ve dreamt about nights like this, dreamt of having a big, black cock up your cunt.” He squeezed hard and she groaned again.

“Stand up, face me,” he said.

She stood up and turned to face him, her eyes immediately going to his penis, he had taken it out and was holding it with one hand. “Bet you’ve never seen one like that have you.”

Jane had definitely never seen one like it, it was huge. He had his hand wrapped around it but it still protruded beyond it, she guessed it must have been at least ten inches long, his hand couldn’t encircle it fully, his foreskin was peeled back revealing a bulbous head, a dark purple black colour. As she stared at that one eyed monster it seemed to be looking at her like a hungry snake, she saw it pulse as if breathing and she felt a cold shiver running down her back.

“Jump!” He said.

“What? Why?” She replied.

“I want to see your tits bounce, jump,” he repeated.

There was no point in trying to defy him, she had already been humiliated so many times, there was no fight left in her. She tried to jump, her feet barely leaving the floor.

“Higher,” he demanded, “make your tits bounce.”

She remembered a documentary she had seen some years before about the humiliation of black slaves in America. She knew now how those women must have felt, being stripped naked and made to perform for their masters. She felt that humiliation, but what frightened her even more was that she felt something else as well, it was a feeling she couldn’t understand, she knew what was going to happen, he was going to rape her again, but that recognition set off something deep inside her, she didn’t understand how her body could betray her so.

She jumped again, higher this time, and saw a look of appreciation in his eyes. Another emotion passed through her brain, one of pride that he would admire her, and with that came more humiliation as she realised that she was actually getting some satisfaction out of displaying herself for him.

“Turn round and bend over again,” he said.

Jane knew what was about to happen, knew she was powerless to stop him taking whatever he wanted. She knew she should be feeling fear, should be feeling shame, so why was she suddenly not feeling either of those emotions, why was she feeling anticipation, she knew what he felt like inside her, she had already taken him once, but now, suddenly, it wasn’t just her body that wanted him again, it was her mind as well.

She felt his hands on her hips, felt the head of his penis brush against her labia. His grip tightened, then he was inside her.

Jane let out a low moan as his penis travelled deep inside her. It was a totally involuntary movement when she pushed back.

“Ha!” He laughed, “just like all the white bitches,” he said, “you make all that fuss, you beg and plead, when all the time you can’t wait to have that cock back in your cunt.”

Jane felt her tears streaming down her face, not from pain, not from humiliation, but from the realisation that she was responding just like he said. She began to move, to match his strokes, pushing back as he pushed forward.

She cried out as he humped into her, his pelvis smacking against her buttocks. He was planted deep inside her and she still pushed back.

“Horny white bitch,” he said, “tell me you want it.”

“No…please,” she tried to say, wanted to say. But then he humped into her again and all she could say was “Yes,” as her body trembled and her orgasm ripped through her body.

The dam wall was broken, he carried on fucking her, driving hard into her with each thrust, she pushing back to meet him as wave after wave of orgasm swept over her. Her legs felt like jelly, she hadn’t realised it but he was actually holding her up, his body slamming into her.

There was no shame any more, only need, she wanted him, never wanted him to stop, she had never felt like this in her life, her whole body was alive.

“Fuck me…..oh fuck me!” She screamed as another orgasms tore through her. Then he was planted deep and her body was filled with a liquid heat. She could feel every pulsation as he unloaded his seed into her. “No! No! No!” She screamed as she collapsed forward onto the table, her whole body convulsing. “No l can’t,” she sobbed, “why….why me.”

She could feel him pulsating inside her, firing more and more of his seed into her belly. She cursed her own body, cursed Frank for years of unsatisfactory sex, cursed this beast that had violated her, humiliated her and taken her to the depths of depravity.

She lay there, trembling, as he finally withdrew. She saw him pick up her coat and use it to wipe his penis before tucking it back into his trousers. Jane couldn’t move, she had no fight left, she knew that he could do anything he wanted to her. She wondered if he would kill her, wondered if that would be a blessed relief from the shame she felt.

“Here,” he said, placing something on the table next to her. “It’s a burner phone, it’s programmed for one number only, press hash then one, it’s a speed dial to my phone, l’ll use it to tell you when l want you, don’t call me unless it’s an emergency. Now get cleaned up and don’t forget, you don’t say anything about this to anyone.”

Jane heard him open the back door then close it. She heard his footsteps as he walked back down the side of the house. She stayed where she was, trying to summon the energy to stand. She could feel his cum running down her legs, she could see the crumpled heap that was her coat on the floor together with her torn clothes.

For a second she thought that any moment she would wake up and find that it had all been one horrible nightmare but she knew there was no hope of that. Slowly she forced herself to stand, her legs felt unsteady and she held onto the table for a few moments. She felt dirty, there was still semen encrusted on her face from what had happened in the park and also on her thighs and legs.

She looked at the pile of clothes and decided she would deal with that later, she had to get clean. She made her way into the hall and up the stairs, holding the bannister for support. Into the bathroom, she turned the shower on then waited a few moments for it to warm up before stepping into the cubicle.

Immediately she felt security from the warm water cascading over her. She just stood there with her face turned up letting the force of water wash away the filth. She thought how easy it was to wash away the filth but nothing could take away the shame. She knew it was wrong, she shouldn’t be feeling ashamed, she had been attacked, threatened and forced to undergo base treatment from a group of animals. She closed her eyes for a second but that only put her mind back into that situation and she could feel herself being violated all over again.

She reached for the shower gel, scrubbing herself to get clean. Once she was satisfied that all the filth had been removed, she turned off the shower and stepped out. Walking over to the bath, she turned the taps on, adding some scented oil. Once the bath was full and steaming she stepped into it, lowering herself slowly into the hot water.

She sat back in the bath, submerging herself up to her chin. At last she felt warm and protected. She felt her body relax and she drifted into sleep.

Jane was running through a forest, she was being pursued by a giant black snake, only it wasn’t like any snake she had ever scene, this was like a huge penis with a long forked tongue flicking from the eye. It pursued her, gaining on her as she tried to run away. She started to slow down, as if she wanted to be caught. The huge snake gained on her, his big black purple head pulsating, his tongue flicking out. She stopped, fascinated by the head of the snake, watching it swelling as it approached. It was so close now, the tip of his tongue almost touching her. The snake reared up, his tongue flicked out, aiming for that spot at the top where her thighs met. She parted her thighs, letting the tongue caress her vagina. She watched as the head of the snake grew bigger. The snake curling round her leg as it slid up towards it’s goal. She could feel the heat of him, his head reaching the top of her thigh. She parted her legs wider, his tongue flicking and hitting her clitoris. She shuddered as her first orgasm hit her. Then he was inside her, sliding so easily into her, filling her completely, burning heat travelling up inside her. There was a dark shape above her, slowly it took form as the snake carried on it’s journey into her body, stretching her wide. The shape turned into a face, a beautiful black face, so handsome, so powerful, smiling at her as the snake exploded inside her, hot liquid filling her body as another orgasm hit her.

Suddenly she woke, she was breathing heavily, one hand between her thighs, her other hand squeezing her breast. “Oh my god!” She said out loud, “my god he’s so beautiful, his cock is so beautiful, god help me l want him, l have to have him.”

As she spoke her hand was pushing into her vagina until her whole hand was inside. She clenched her fist but still it felt inadequate, she needed his cock inside her, she needed the heat and power of him taking her, using her.”

She felt the flood of her orgasm, removing her hand and lying back, letting the pleasure of the orgasm wash over her. She knew she had crossed a line, she had ventured into a world she didn’t understand but she also knew there would be no turning back.

She stayed in the bath until the water cooled. As she stepped out she could smell the scented oil on her body. A thought flashed through her mind, she hoped he would like the smell of her. She still needed him.

She dried herself then put on her dressing gown. She had some wild notion that she would call him, tell him she was sorry for trying to fight him, tell him she was waiting for him. In her mind he would rush to her, carry her upstairs to bed and make love to her, it would be wonderful.

She went downstairs, into the kitchen. She saw the bundle of clothes on the floor. She hugged herself as she remembered how her dress had been torn from her, she felt a warm glow inside her at the memory.

She decided to leave the clothes until the morning, Frank would not be home until the afternoon, that would give Baz time to make love to her again before she had to tidy up. She saw the phone lying on the table, she picked it up, remembering his instructions. She pressed hash then one then held the phone to her ear, waiting eagerly to here his voice. The ringing tone sounded three times then the call disconnected.

There had to be something wrong, she had prepared what she was going to say, she was going to say she was sorry for fighting him, that she had cleaned up and was waiting for him, that she was his, his to do as he wished.

She stared at the dead phone. Pressed the keypad to call again but it was the same result, it rang out three times then went dead.

There had to be something wrong, he would want her, he would answer and come and make love to her. She dialled again but got the same result. She had no other way to contact him, she didn’t even know his name, it had to be Barry, but Barry what.

She tried to make excuses, he was busy, he would call her later. Yes, that was it, she should wait, he would call and everything would be good. Would he be gentle and make love to her or would he be brutal and fuck her, she didn’t care, she only knew she had to have him again and if it had to be on his terms she would accept that.

Suddenly she felt tired, she decided she would go to bed and wait for his call. She made sure the back door was unlocked, she would tell him the door was open, that she was in bed waiting for him.

She started to dial again but stopped, he was a busy man, he would be angry with her if she pestered him.

She climbed the stairs, took off her dressing gown and slid under the quilt. She placed the phone on her pillow so that she could stare at it, she wanted to be ready as soon as he called. She stared and stared, willing the phone to ring, trying to imagine what he was doing. Her eyelids grew heavy, she tried to fight it but slowly drifted into a deep sleep.

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