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DISCLAIMER : READ NO FURTHER IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 OR IF YOU
ARE OFFENDED BY GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF SEXUAL ACTIVITY.
ALL CHARACTERS, SITUATIONS, AND LOCATIONS ARE PURELY FICTIONAL.
A Production of RUTHLESS RUSSIAN
The Time of Her Life
Summary:
Armed with only a few mementos and little information
about her late birth-mother, Sarah leaves her
boyfriend Bailey and her life in San Francisco to
venture to New York in search of her biological father
in "The Time She Came to New York", the Series
Premiere episode of TIME OF YOUR LIFE.
The Indian cab driver was flipping through the magazines: "Barely
Legal"... "Nude Teens"... He rubbed his cock through his pants
impatiently. The line seemed longer than usual. His cab was in the
line formed to pick arriving passengers at JFK. Ashok had been working
the airport since he immigrated to America five years ago - it usually
paid better than working the streets. He opened the glove compartment,
taking a small bottle of whiskey. He took a large sip as he turned the
pages, stopping at the nude picture of a supposedly legal girl who
looked like she was barely 17. Ashok had always dreamed of fucking teen
American "sluts", even considered spending some of his hard-earned money
on the young whores parading in Hell's Kitchen. But money was tight,
and his wife never missed a beat. He frowned, knowing that his ugly
wife would be waiting at home rather than the teen slut on the
centerfold.
Somebody knocked on the side-window, sending the Indian man into panic.
He quickly stashed the magazines back into the glove compartment, along
with the Whiskey - "I must look horrible" he thought, considering his
pants button was also open due to his ever expanding waist line. The
man knocking on the window laughed, yelling: "Come on up man!!".
Ashok stopped the yellow cab by the curb. He looked to see if the
customer needed any help with the bags - yet, without any delay, the
door opened and in came a girl. For a brief moment, Ashok felt like his
cock actually burst out of his pants. The girl was a perfect 10 if he'd
seen any. Her tits alone seemed to be screaming: "Squeeze me! Pinch
me! Fuck me with your cock!".
"Hi... I'm Sarah!" smiled the girl, with a level of excitement that was
annoying. "I got no bags!! The airline lost it! Can you believe it?
Oh, well, I guess it's just a minor setback. Part of the adventure...".
Ashok sighed - he couldn't stand airhead tourists.
"As long as you got your wallet, Ma'am..." he said with a broken
English. His passenger was quite the hot little number but he wasn't
about to drive for free.
"Sure" said Sarah, still with a cheery smile on her face. "I can't
believe I'm in New York! Wow, Big Apple... This is so exciting...
Do you enjoy living in New York, Sir?"
Ashok grunted something resembling "it's OK". He couldn't stand stupid
yappers. He couldn't stand passengers talking on and on, asking endless
questions about New York. Ashok didn't want talk. He just wanted to
keep quiet and peep on his passenger from the rearview mirror, imagining
all the nasty things he'd like to do to this little wench.
As the car moved away from the curb, he asked: "Where to Ma'am?"
"Aaahh, to this address!" She read the street address in Queens.
Now, Ashok was really pissed! He'd never make this ride if he had
picked her up on the street. (Or, maybe he would just to watch the
tits!). But the airport had very strict policies. He couldn't refuse
to drive the passenger no matter how unsafe or close the final
destination was. He had figured this little white bitch had to be
headed for some fancy Manhattan location - instead it would only be a
mid-range ride, ending in a part of Queens Ashok really did not wanna be
at after dark. "Oh, well" he thought, carefully clipping the
underwiring of the meter. This sexy big-titied yapper certainly looked
like the sort of naivete who could be fooled!
"You know I was conceived here" said the girl all excited as the cab got
on the highway. Ashok didn't respond, instead focusing on her shapely
legs and inviting pussy hidden beneath her stretch jeans. "I'd gladly
make you conceive your own little baby-bitch" he thought. He imagined
Sarah's legs spread wide.
"Isn't that exciting? I'll finally get to see the very house I was
conceived at!! That's where we're going!!"
Her laughter almost sounded like a dare to Ashok - saying 'you can't
have me'! A sexy little laugh mocking all the men! He grinned his
teeth. Slut! He'd love to sodomize the spoiled little cunt! He tried
to remember how much he'd drank. 'Apparently, too much' he said to
himself, trying to focus on the road rather than the two maddening tits
riding in the backseat.
All along the way, for 35 minutes, Sarah hardly ever shut her mouth,
speaking about how excited she was, how awesome New York was, the World
problems, every possible touchy-feely family cliches dressed with
never-ending anecdotes... The driver was in a delusional state, tired
of the voice coming from the back-seat: He was himself busy picturing
how great it would be to shut this bitch's mouth with his big cock.
She'd just take it all the way in, and the only noise coming from that
pretty mouth would be the sounds of sucking and slurping, and the
occasional gagging... Ashok was fixated on blow-jobs. Only once he had
managed to spare the money for oral sex from a prostitute and ever since
that was the only thing in his mind. For his traditional Indian wife, a
blow-job was the equivalent of fucking the devil, and no Indian man would ever
dream of doing such an unholy thing with the wife. In his mind,
blow-jobs were for American whores, like the one sitting in the back seat...
"Sir, you have such an unusual name" inquired Sarah, trying to read the
driver's syllabus deficient last name. Ashok grunted in anger: He
couldn't stand stupid Americans who thought his name was the weirdest
thing they'd ever seen. The chatter of his passenger was really pissing
him off. Someone had to shut this bitch's mouth up.
Finally, after wasting some time taking the long way and inflating the
fare even more, Ashok stopped the Cab at a deserted corner. "Here we
are, Ma'am!". It was dark and lonely, but Ashok could almost spot gangs
of blacks lurking in the shadows.
"Oh, this is it.. Thank you so much... It's so great being here! You
know, Sir, everyone who looks at me thinks I'm a sweet young sorority
girl from the Suburbs. But you know what, I'm not going to be the
Marcia Brady of the new Millennium. I'm gonna go out there and be
nutty, you know... Have a few adventures..."
Ashok thought of the empty parking-lot just one block behind. He'd like
to take Sarah to that deserted lot, and teach her a little lesson about
going on adventure trips in a big city. Having a big cock stuffed in
her mouth could show this "sweet young suburban girl" the downside of
naughty adventures.
"It's 80 bucks" informed Ashok. His eyes were still fixed on his
passenger's provocative bosom. He instinctively opened the glove
compartment, and took out the Whiskey - he had to drink to contain
himself, but then it was the Whiskey which seemed to be putting crazy
ideas into his mind in the first place.
"Oh, my God... oh my God...: Sarah kept saying. "Sir, I have only $40
with me..."
"What?" Ashok turned to the young woman with a sign of outrage on his
face. "What do you mean you have only $40? You owe me $80!! There it
is, on the meter!"
"I know, but, you see, the airline lost my baggage. I had more money in
it. I thought I'd have enough in my wallet..."
"Are you crazy, you stupid girl?"
"You know, Sir, you shouldn't drink Alcohol. It's really horrible..."
"What??!!!"
"My boyfriend used to have a serious alcohol problem... It really is
the mother of evils!"
Ashok couldn't believe it. This uppity little bitch, who had only half
the money, who had driven him to this godforsaken place in the middle of
the night, now had the tenacity to lecture him!!! Something
short-circuited in his head.
"That's it you uppity slut!" he screamed, turning back to the wheel.
"Sir, there is no need to get rude or upset. I'm sure we can arrange
something civilized. I can send you a check if you want..."
Sarah's bickering was cut short as the car made a sudden U-turn, and
started driving back the way they came from at a high speed. Sarah fell
backwards into the seat screaming. Now she was getting scared.
Ashok sped the car for the length of the block, and made a sharp left
turn onto the parking lot, smashing Sarah towards the door. The car
came to a halting stop at the end of the empty space, this time sending
Sarah flying face first into the back of the front seat.
Ashok quickly grabbed the big knife he kept under his seat: A taxi
driver could never be safe in this city. He got out of the car, and
rushed to the back, opening the back door. He quickly got in, taking
his place next to the passenger. He had expected Sarah to be cursing at
him or crying for help. Instead she was obviously very scared and
confused. She must have realized, in the flash of a second, how
incredibly vulnerable she was. They were parked in the middle of a
deserted parking lot, not even a lamppost to her benefit, and not a
single soul around except perhaps a couple of cats running about on the
trash cans.
Sarah tried to open the door on her side - to no avail. She felt the
driver's rough hand on her hair before she could swing the door open.
Ashok pulled her hair roughly, drawing a painful shriek from the girl as
he turned her face to his. The sight of plain terror on her face
rejuvenated him. He slowly put the huge knife against her beautiful
delicate neck:
"Now listen to me, cunt. You WILL pay your debt to me. No ifs, no
buts. Otherwise, I'll slice your throat like a turkey. I want you to
give me a blow-job. Just like you used to blow your boyfriend in
high-school. And if I am not satisfied with your performance, I swear
I'll start cutting up your face, starting with your ears..."
There was nothing but sheer terror on Sarah's face.
"Do we have a deal, honey?"
Unable to speak, Sarah barely nodded her head in disbelief.
"Good girl". Ashok forcefully pushed Sarah down towards his crotch,
taking one last look at her innocent angelic face. He couldn't wait to
drill his hard cock into that innocent angelic face.
For her part, Sarah felt like she was in the midst of a horrific
nightmare: This couldn't be real. She wanted to cry, but her fear had
numbed all the other feelings - except maybe a sickening disgust...
She hadn't given much thought to the middle-aged driver's looks before.
But now that the situation was quite different, he no longer seemed like a
multicultural curiosity. His skin was dark, he had a big belly full
of fat, his bearded face looked hideous, he looked dirty and smelled bad
-
he was completely repulsive to Sarah. Yet, the urge of survival was
strong in the young girl.
Ashok, still holding onto his prey's hair, commanded Sarah: "Come on,
you know what to do". Whatever hesitation Sarah had, feeling the edge
of the knife pressing against her ear got her moving. She pulled down
the man's zipper in dismay.
"Take it out" ordered Ashok.
After fumbling around, Sarah managed to pull the dark ugly piece of meat
out of the cab driver's briefs. It was very thick, yet not too long,
covered with the aroma of sweat.
"Come on slut! Get to work!" exclaimed Ashok, sliding the knife along
Sarah's delicate neck. His accent sounded worse in moments of
excitement like this. "And you'd better do a good job unless you want
your throat cut-up!".
The young woman's lips parted involuntarily. The head slid easily
between her soft lips and she was his. Taking the head of the cock
inside her mouth, she felt the hard-meat against her tongue. Ashok
moaned in pleasure as the warmth of Sarah's mouth engulfed his manhood
and her head began bobbing up and down, sucking his cock like her life
depended on it - which, in her mind, really seemed to be the case.
Ashok was groaning in delight as Sarah's warm administrations on his
cock continued. He'd seen a lot of back-seat action in his cab; only
now he was the one getting the action. He knew he would soon explode in
pleasure. Only the "sweet little American girls" sucked cock like
this, having started practicing on their boyfriends from the age of 12.
Where Ashok came from, no self-respecting woman would do such whorish
things.
All American girls were whores as far as the Indian cab driver was
concerned. They spent the better part of their lives with legs spread wide.
Ashok pushed against the girl's throat, invading deeper and deeper.
Sarah's angelic face was now buried in his thick pubic hair. He pushed
his hands underneath her body, and reached for the sweater. He pulled
Sarah's sweater up, his hands brushing against her firm breasts, until
the wool was bunched up around the girl's neck. He clumsily unclasped
the girl's bra, baring her heaving chest to the cool air.
Sarah had stopped in panic as she realized Ashok's hands were
stripping her top - but she resumed her sucking enthusiastically when her cab
diver tugged on her hair. Making sure he didn't drop the knife, Ashok
moved his rough hands towards the intended goal: The best pair of tits
he'd seen in his life. They were firm to the point of being rebellious,
full and large without being obscene, two globes of soft flesh waiting
to be mauled and shaped. He grabbed Sarah's tits in delight, feeling
the exquisite female flesh in the power of his hands. Just a half hour
ago they seemed so far away, completely untouchable, taunting him with
the way they stretched against her sweater - and now they were his to
play with, to handle and molest as much as he wished. He squashed the
mountains of flesh in his grip, squeezing Sarah's breasts as hard as
he could.
Ashok was in heaven: He was playing with the young slut's delicious
bosom while she was pleasuring his cock in her mouth, sucking on his
Indian manhood with the urgency of a trapped animal. As he pinched and
squeezed her flesh, he knew he could no longer hold it: He groaned
like an animal, feeling his balls exploding. Sarah realized in panic what
was about to happen, but it was too late: Ashok grabbed her head,
keeping her skull firmly in place as his semen gushed into the sweet
young girl's mouth, pushing forward into her throat. Sarah shivered in
utter disgust, feeling the semen slowly traveling down to her tummy.
She'd never let anyone do this to her, not even Bailey.
Finally, Ashok let the girl sit up straight. He zipped up, still
holding the knife in his hand. A shaken Sarah was busy pulling down
her sweater. Suddenly, Ashok grabbed the girl by the hair again and
placed the knife right against her throat:
"Now, listen to me cunt! If you make so much as a little complaint to
anyone, I will kill you! This ain't no fuckin' joke. I've got family
all around this town. If I can't get to you, someone else will, got
it bitch?"
Sarah looked more scared than ever.
"Got it??" he pulled on her hair forcefully, causing a tiny yelp.
Sarah nodded her head in fear.
"Good girl!". He opened the door. "Now get the fuck out you dumb
slut". He pushed Sarah out of the car, causing her to land on the
hard asphalt with a thud.
Ashok quickly got back in the driver's seat. Before he drove out of the
parking-lot, the cab driver lowered the side window, and yelled at the
girl weeping softly on the asphalt:
"Hey, Lady, welcome to New York!!!!"
Sarah sobbed on the cold pavement for an hour, shivering in the chill of
the night. Yet, her frustration inevitably faded off as the young woman
slowly regained her composure.
She slowly got on her feet, and looked around with renewed fear. This
really did not look like a very nice neighborhood. It was dark and
silent except for far away noises that only increased her nervousness.
She walked out of the empty parking-lot, nervously checking her
environment, not knowing where to go. Maybe, she could call another
cab. Having paid the fare in an alternative way, she still had the $40
to spend for a ride to the hotel. She headed towards the first corner
the cab had stopped, where her mother's old house was. She was hoping
to find a payphone. The darkness of the night was squeezing her heart
with the vicious grip of fear, she felt like running rather than
walking, her eyes spotted imaginary people in every shadow. When she
reached the end of the block, she still hadn't found any payphones - and
she was standing right before the house she had intended to visit.
She was pondering what to do, when, suddenly, a figure appeared out of
the darkness, making the girl scream in fear. It was a bum with a
bottle in hand, laughing: "Come here honey.. You wanna fuck?". He had
a beard long enough to reach his waist, he looked like he hadn't
washed in years, his clothes were falling off his back.
Once again mesmerized in fear, Sarah threw herself onto the porch,
hearing the drunken laughters of the homeless man. She stood in front
of the door, wondering what to do. Perhaps, she could just knock on the
door, see her Mom's house as planned and ask for permission to make a
call. She knocked on the door still in fear of the man who was now
walking away.
Looking through the doorviewer, Archer Cornelius couldn't believe his
eyes. Apparently, some sweet little Sorority girl was in front of his
door in the middle of the night. Pondering how lucky he was he smiled
and opened the door:
"Hello there! Can I help you with something?"
Sarah smiled in relief: Finally, a decent middle-aged white man.
"Sir, I am so sorry to bother you at this late hour. But, you see, my
mother used to live here. I was conceived in this house. And I'm
actually kind of lost. I was hoping you'd let me take a look at my
Mom's old house, and I'd appreciate it if you allowed me to make a
call!"
"Oh, sure, honey" the man gave a warm smile, letting her in. "My name
is Archer. I've been living in this apartment for 8 years! It used to
be a better neighborhood, you know...".
"Thanks" she said, shaking Archer's hand. "I'm Sarah".
Sarah was delighted to be seeing her Mom's old place, the place where
she was conceived. The man gave her a tour of the small house. There
was even a basement which the man did not let her see, which she found
somewhat strange. Once Sarah's curiosity was satisfied, she asked if
she could make a call. She called a cab company recommended by
Archer.
"Would you like to have a drink while you wait?" inquired Archer.
"Coke? Orange juice? Beer?"
Sarah gave that magic smile. "I'll just have a Coke?"
"Sure...". It didn't matter what she drank for Archer's purposes. He
gave the glass to the beautiful girl.
"So, don't you find it dangerous?"
"Find what dangerous?"
"You know... Just knocking on somebody's door in the middle of the
night, asking to come in?"
"Aaah, I don't know... I guess I trust people..."
"Hmm... But this is a dangerous city my darling. It's filled with
criminals and rapists and psychos! How do you know, for example, that
I m not dangerous?"
Sarah was feeling a little light-headed. "Oh, you couldn't be... You
don't look like that...". She barely finished her words. Her head was
all of a sudden spinning, she had difficulty remaining on her feet.
As she descended into unconsciousness, she barely heard Archer's words
from a far away:
"You wish, little one, you wish..."
Archer watched in amusement as her victim made grunting sounds. She was
still unconscious but slowly coming to herself. She had been asleep for
more than ten hours; it was now nearing noon time. The man threw
Sarah's wallet aside - he didn't care much about who she used to be: She was
now Archer's little fuckthing. He decided it was time for the sleeping
beauty to wake up. He knew he'd have to leave in a few hours and he
wanted to break in his new toy. He grabbed the hose that was connected
to the water pump, not worrying about the stone floor of his basement
getting wet.
Sarah presented an extremely sexy sight to her captor, in the position
he had arranged her into just half-an-hour ago. Sarah was hanging
upside-down; two leather cuffs attached her ankles to a spreader-bar
which was connected to the ceiling with a short chain. Sarah's body was
dangling in the air, suspended from the ceiling, rotating slowly with
each tiny move. The teenager was completely nude, her most private
parts on display obscenely. Her carefully trimmed pussy and shapely
buttocks were exposed most glaringly in the upside-down position that
kept her waist at the eye-sight level. Her legs were spread so wide
that her muscles were pulled taut underneath her silky skin. Her elbows
were bound behind her back by a leather strap that clamped them tightly
together, her large breasts thrusting proudly from her body. It seemed,
even the gravity could not tame her rebellious breasts, which jutted
forward despite her unnatural position. She was gagged with another
leather strap so that she was unable to talk but would still amuse her
captor with her screams.
The ice-old water hit Sarah suddenly with force, bringing her back to
consciousness with a shock filled yelp. Archer watched in amusement as
the girl slowly regained her composure. He continued assaulting her
body with the cold water - it made her skin ever more sensitive, which
fit Archer's plans; and it was a cruel way to wake up the little
princess. She was now frantically looking around, trying in despair to
comprehend what was going on.
The situation slowly downed on Sarah. The pleasant man from last night
had drugged her and... she realized her nudity which put a new shade of
red on her angelic face. She'd always been extremely shy and scared of
being naked in front of other people. Now, to her horror, she slowly
realized not only was she naked but bound severely and suspended upside
down, her legs spread wide, her body dangling in the air. Rolling her
eyes over in fear, she made out Archer with the hose in his hand, giving
her an icy shower, sending shivers down her spine.
Panic hit Sarah. She was trapped. The immediate feeling of shame,
still existing, was overwhelmed with a sudden surge of extreme fear and
helplessness. Never having been bound up before or gagged she began to
panic and struggle moving her body to free herself - to no avail.
The blood was rushing into her face and head, making her feel completely
helpless and vulnerable; which she was.
"You see my sweet innocent, albeit stupid, little girl; this is not some
safe peaceful suburb. In this city you can't trust anyone; especially a
pretty little thing like you should never trust a sadistic pervert like
me! Oh my dear, you should see how attractive you look when you're in
fear, with your pretty eyes getting all big, your face red as a rose -
is that fear or shame? Both perhaps... You'll look even more delicious
when in pain. I know. You're but my latest victim. That's why I built
this little dungeon."
Sarah's eyes darted around, noticing in terror all the paraphernalia on
the walls; whips, canes, iron things...
"Of course, I usually have to plan ahead and carefully abduct my victims
- not every young attractive woman is clueless enough to show up at my
door in the middle of the night!"
Archer walked over to the wall, grabbing one of his favorite
cat-o-nine-tails. He also a grabbed a pair of small nipple clamps and
leather ropes. He kneeled down to reach Sarah's breasts, giving the
girl the same pleasant smile from the night before. He began to loop
Sarah's huge breasts tightly. To her horror, they soon stood out like
twin-melons, hard and firm. Her breast skin was stretched. She moaned
loudly through her gag, while her tits began to turn a red color. As a
final insult, Archer attached the nipple-clamps, enjoying the terrorized
look on Sarah's face. Her tits would make a great target. He swished
the crop in the air, getting ready for the spectacle.
"I am going to do very nasty things to you my innocent sweet... Why
you may wonder? Just because it gives me pleasure. It's your punishment
for being so beautiful, and so naive. In a way, it's justice: For all
the men you frustrated, all the women you depressed with your beauty in
your young life. But no matter. It really is for my sadistic
enjoyment!!"
Archer began circling around the scared girl, letting her fear and panic
build slowly almost to the level of insanity. A few moments of suspense
passed before Sarah felt the first crack of the whip on her ass. Three
more blows came in quick succession, biting into her tender flesh.
Her painful shrieks only gave Archer a bigger hard-on as he proceeded with
landing more blows to the stretched out female body in his possession.
The position she was bound into made very easy targets of her pussy and
buttocks which was soon covered with angry red welts. Archer expertly
targeted her most sensitive areas, even getting her proudly jutting
breasts. Sarah was rotating in the air with each strike, her body was
covered in sweat, her pleas went unheard, unlike her screams which
filled the room.
"You see, my sweet little thing, soon you'll understand... you belong to
me... body, mind and soul. You will let go off your free will to be my
eternal slave. I know, it sounds crazy now. But you'll see. Believe
me, training a naive little bitch like you is easier than training a
wild horse. Soon, you'll worship me. You'll lick the ground I walk on.
You'll eat my shit if I tell you to. It will feel so natural: You
were meant to be somebody else's property!"
After a long session of playing with his new toy, Archer almost felt as
exhausted as Sarah. He checked his watch. He had to go out for a few
hours. But he was sure to leave his pretty captive quite busy while he
was gone. He had to make Sarah pass out again, a task he quickly
accomplished with a cotton soaked in chloroform. He brought the
unconscious girl down. He first removed the spreader-bar, and then the
bonds around her breasts: He wanted the girl's firm tits to be free and
jiggling for what he had in mind.
Archer looked at the his "punishment chair" with pride: It looked like
an electric chair, featuring a number of handcuffs, and a giant
permanent metal dildo right on the seat. It was Archer's own design,
produced to put his female victims in the most humiliating positions.
The cuffs were open at the time: They locked automatically when the
electric switch on the chair was turned on. The metal penis was in
inhumane proportions. The chair had a sophisticated weight-censor. It
could detect whether the victim on the chair was doing what was required
of her: Bouncing up and down on the metal cock.
Soon, Sarah was placed on the chair, seated onto the giant fixtured
dildo. Her wrists were attached to a pair of handcuffs located at the
backside of the chair, once again bringing her arms together behind her
back, forcing her breasts forward like an obscene offering. Her legs,
however, were thrown over the arms of the chair on both sides and there
was a cuff on each arm of the chair, designed to lock around her knees.
Her lower-legs were dangling from each side of the chair. The chair
forced her into a very lewd position of legs wide apart and pushed up,
her chest thrusting ahead and her torso mostly supporting her body with
the giant metal cock drilled into her pussy. Even in this position she
had significant leeway in moving her body up and down, which was the
idea: So that she could fuck herself on the manmade cock up and down.
Archer turned on the switch and the cuffs locked around the girl's
wrists and ankles. It took only a few moments for the electric current
to hit the helpless girl and she jumped like a wild animal, awaking from
her unconscious state in a most cruel fashion. He allowed for a few
moments for her to realize her new situation. After enduring her
torment for a while in a trial-and-error fashion, Sarah instinctively
figured out how to avoid the painful current, moving her body up and
down.
Archer watched the girl's desperate urgency and humiliation in
amusement. Sarah was bucking on the metal cock, moaning loudly under
her gag. After a few more shots, she figured the speed required of her,
which was very high, and began fucking herself on the chair like a
bitch-in-heat. Her legs and arms remained immobile as she made use of
her torso in generating her rapid bucking. That was resulting in a huge
wiggling in her breasts which jumped up and down every time Sarah
fucked herself on the dildo.
"I'm glad you're getting acquainted with your punishment chair, little
one. I have to step out for a while. But I'll be back in a few hours,
and I'll even have a present for you: A nice big dog-collar with your
name on it: 'Sarah'. And a leash, too. Would you like that? Jump
up and down if you do..."
Archer laughed at his own joke.
"Oh, I almost forgot: Here is a little accessory for you."
Archer brought out a pair of small weights, attached them to the nipple
clamps on Sarah - which was a struggle because the girl was bucking up
and down constantly. Once he attached the weights, Sarah moaned in
pain. The weights swinged freely and as she bucked the pressure placed
on her breasts was multiplied.
"There you go! Now you look delicious. I'll be gone now - but you
won't be alone."
He opened the curtain on the wall that faced Sarah's chair. A mirror
wall was revealed. Now, Sarah could watch herself fucking the giant
dildo in despair, and see for herself how obscene and pathetic she
looked. The fact that she had to stare at her own nude body, watch
herself performing this lewd act, multiplied her humiliation. Archer
laughed:
"But the best thing is, my little one, this is a one-sided mirror:
There is a video-camera behind the mirror. For the preservation of this
amusing performance of course; but more to the point, to broadcast it!!
You see, the camera is linked to a handful of live-porn websites,
little one. I'm sure there will be plenty of men jerking off to your
sight. They'll think you are a paid actress of course, but a very
good one at that, huh?"
Archer laughed at the red color of shame on his captive's face. This
was the most fun he had in a long time. He walked out of the basement
hearing the grunts and moans from Sarah who kept bouncing desperately
despite her shame, doing her best to avoid the shots. Her firm breasts
were bouncing merrily. Her head was shaking, whipping her silky hair
backwards and forwards across her sweaty red face...
Mayor Giuliani was on the steps of the City Hall, blasting away at the
horrible news:
"I make a promise to New Yorkers, Con Ed will pay for this act of
recklessness. This is the last time this irresponsible company will be
able to inflict a blackout on our great City. The figures are not in,
but even now, minutes after the cut of the electricity, we can safely
estimate that the final cost will run in the millions. Con Ed is
responsible for this and New Yorkers should have no doubt I intend to
bring this company to justice..."
Sarah had been dancing on the metal cock for an hour when the blackout
hit. Her entire body was washed in sweat, her hair was sticking to her
face, she was on the verge of a third orgasm. Lifting her body up and
then slamming down, facing the mirror and the camera behind it, had
become a heavy work-out. But she got a jolt ever rarely which sprang
her body back to attention, renewing her despair. But it all stopped
all of a sudden. The light in the basement died off suddenly, the cuffs
got unlocked. Sarah stopped her movement in surprise, sat still all of
a sudden. The expected electrical jolt did not come. The exhausted
girl could not comprehend what was going on for a few moments. It
dawned on her only slowly that she was completely free - even the cuffs
had been unlocked when disconnected from electricity. Archer's chair
wasn't a perfect design afterall.
The scared girl contemplated what to do only for a few seconds. She
jumped to her feet, searching around for her clothes in the dark. She
had seen them tossed at a corner, even her wallet laid near them.
After searching for a while in the dark, she located her belongings. She
was still shaking in pain and shock but some sensible part of her mind had
taken control of everything, directing Sarah, knowing all the
reflections and emotional breakdown could be handled at a later, safer
time. She just had to get out of this hellhole!
Sarah was back on the streets of Queens, wondering around in despair,
looking for a way to get to safety. Even in the late afternoon this
particular neighborhood looked very dangerous; scary people - for
Sarah mostly blacks - roaming all around. The blackout had thrown Queens
into a frenzy, people seemed to be rushing to their homes scared of a riot
that might break any moment, gangs taking over the streets with even
greater ease. Sarah, desperate to get away, finally spotted a public
phone, at the end of a narrow dark alley. She literally ran to the
phone, locking herself into the booth. She was disappointed to see no
yellow pages. She dialed 411 in urgency, waiting impatiently for the
operator. She got the number. She was shifting from one leg to
another in her anxiety as the phone rang on the other end: "No lady, we don't
have any cabs right now. It's the frickin' blackout".
Sarah cursed into the phone. She had to try other companies. She
needed change. She turned around, stepping out of the phone booth.
That's when she knew how exactly the runaway lamb that found herself in
the midst of a wolf-pack felt. She was faced with a dozen young black
men, obviously gang-members. They were looking at her with an ill-will
that did not require any verbal expressions. They slowly marched
towards her with the absolute confidence of unchecked power. There was
an unspoken acknowledgment of the situation: Sarah was completely
helpless, with nowhere to run, no one to help her, no mercy to be
spared.
They slowly inched towards her:
"Look what we got here, bro?"
"Scared little white girl in the hood!"
"You got lost, bitch?"
Sarah was barely able to remain on her two feet by now. Her whole body
was shaking in fear. She looked around like a trapped dear, looking,
begging for a way out. There was none. They jumped on her like
animals. She was grabbed, and thrown on the pavement in no time.
They ripped away her clothes despite all her futile kicking, screaming and
fighting. Her begging and pleading only encouraged her attackers.
Soon, she was spread naked on the ground available for all the gang
members' enjoyment. Quickly, one young black man positioned himself
between her spread-out legs and plunged into her pussy, drawing a
dreadful scream from the suburban girl. He began pounding her delicious
white flesh while his gang-brothers cheered. For these youths, nothing
was more fun than capturing a privileged little white girl to be raped
and humiliated, to be savagely abused in the name of racial revenge.
Who was once proud was now enslaved in a deserted alley, subject to
every whim of the very people she snubbed all her life.
As Sarah's calls for help, cries and screams continued, so did the
brutal rape. One black man replaced another, one after another, black
cocks stretched her abused pussy to its limits, rough hands grabbed her
much appreciated tits, mauling and molding them, the tongues of her
rapists' darted into her mouth cutting off her pathetic pleas.
It was maybe after the fifth guy that somebody suddenly grabbed the girl
by the hair pulling her to her knees. "Is this Faggot your boyfriend?"
asked the black guy holding Bailey's picture which used to be in
Sarah's wallet: "What a little wimp!! I bet the whitey would love to see all
the things we're doing to his precious little girlfriend!"
His friends joined his amusement with their laughter.
"Now, Cunt, I want a blow-job. But a thousand times better than what
you do for this limp-dick white faggot. Think of it like the SATs."
He took out a huge gun: "Only more serious. If you don't pass, you get
your brains spilled out all over the place! You understand, whore?"
Sarah nodded her head in utter fear.
"You understand?" he screamed, bitch-slapping the girl.
"Yes" replied Sarah. He hit her again, this time with the butt of the
gun, drawing a little blood from her nose. "Call me 'Master' white
whore".
"Yes, Master" Sarah said in terror.
"Now, lick my cock bitch, up and down".
Sarah opened her mouth in dread, her sexy pink tongue darting out.
She began licking the rock-hard black cock right in front of her face, her
tongue traveling alongside the giant manhood up and down. To her, it
seemed oral rape was the worst sort of rape: It required her active
participation. The gang member watched in satisfaction, drinking in the
girl's complete humiliation. He loved the contrast of his blackness
with his victim's white skin, he loved the look of shame on Sarah's
angelic face. "Enough" he barked. "Now take it in, bitch. And you'd
better give me the blowjob of your life or I'll kill you. You'd
better know how to use your tongue."
Sarah sucked his cock with her best effort, trying to use every trick
she'd heard of, licking the underside of the black cock all the while
sucking on it like a vacuum. "Come on, whore" he sneered. "You'd
better deep throat me, now!". Soon, Sarah's pretty face was buried in
the black man's pubic hair, his cock raping her throat while she made
all kinds of desperate gagging sounds - much to the enjoyment of the
gang. After a few minutes of invading Sarah's throat, he was no longer
able to hold it. His black jism exploded into her mouth, some of it
dripping from the corner of her mouth. Others wanted to try her
mouth, as well. Soon Sarah was placed on all fours so that one Brother could
fuck her from behind while she gave a blow job to another.
Sarah's rape in the alley continued for hours. The gang members all
drank beer, and did crack, laughing and chatting while Sarah was being
raped by their friends. They all went for seconds and thirds; they did
everything they could to her: At one point, one decided to sodomize
the suburban princess, Sarah's painful screams and pleadings making it so
much fun that, in short order, others were lined up to ram their cocks
into her shapely ass. She was then forced to clean their cocks in
complete revulsion. Some made her hold her breasts together and fucked
her between her breasts, instructing the broken girl to lick the
cock-head with each push, spraying their cumm on her innocent face.
She had been raped into unconsciousness and brought back several times
when, in her half-conscious state, she noticed some commotion. All of a
sudden guns erupted. She screamed in a new wave of terror as blood came
gushing out of the guy raping her. When she was finally able to observe
her surroundings, there were dead bodies in the alley. Most of them
were the black guys who had been raping her.
Somebody grabbed her by the hair, announcing "a white bitch". It was a
dark skinned Asian pulling her hair. Sarah realized none of the black
gang members were left: They were either gone or killed. Instead she
was surrounded by what seemed to be a Chinese gang. They pushed her
nude body towards a van. She saw one of them kicking a dead body.
"Nobody fucks with us, Nigger". They quickly threw Sarah into the
Van, they jumped in and the Van sped away.
Now, on the verge of madness, having crawled over to the edge of the
vehicle, Sarah asked in despair: "Please let me go. Will you rape
me?
No more, please..."
"No way bitch" answered one of the guys. "You've had nigger cock in
you. None of us would come close to you. You ain't worth nothing,
except for whoring."
When the Chinatown sex-ring was busted by Cops, Sarah had been there
for two weeks. She didn't even know where she actually was, except that
it was an underground brothel where the girls were much prettier than
average: There was a reason for this; most of them were not willing
partners in this sex commerce. Sarah was given a cell-like room. She
was fed and clothed, she had a bathroom and a shower. And she'd
learned that disobedience was painful. After a few sessions with the cane,
she had been willing to fuck anything that walked the earth. She had
served countless men; the Asians, blacks, whites, tourists... The brothel
was especially popular with the local Chinese businessmen and shop owners
who took an extra kick from fucking innocent white girls.
Sarah was in the precinct answering questions, finally so close to the
end of her never-ending nightmare: "So, you're saying you are actually
not a hooker?" asked the Police officer questioning Sarah. He had a
heavy Italian accent, and he was checking out Sarah's figure much too
carefully for her liking.
"I find that rather difficult to believe. I'll have to book you in.
You can make your case to the Judge the day after tomorrow."
"Sir, please" pleaded Sarah in despair. "You can't... I'm so sorry..
I told you, I was forced!". She looked at the other Cop who seemed a
bit nicer.
"Yeah, yeah... That's what you hookers always say."
"Please, don't... I want to go back to my family..."
"Hmmmm..." The officer pretended to be deliberating. "Maybe I can
let you go..."
Sarah's eyes opened wide. "Please, Sir..."
"...If you give a couple of freebies to me and my partner..."
"What?"
"You heard me..."
"How... how can you be so corrupt? Have you no conscious?" The girl
shook in anger.
"Hey, this is New York! It ain't no Vatican. But fine, If you don't
wanna deal, your call! You'll be arraigned first thing tomorrow..."
"No, please...". Sarah got on her knees, resigned to her fate. She
heard a couple zippers being pulled down as she prepared herself to do
what she had mastered over the last two weeks.
Sarah walked in to Bailey's room.
"Hi, love" she said with her usual cheer. "Did you miss me?". She had
been back home for a while, and after days of secret therapy, counseling
and emotional recovery, she felt like she was finally ready to see her
boyfriend - the one person she could always count on.
"Hi love!" smiled Bailey. "How was New York?"
"Oh... great... I'm sorry I couldn't really search for my father, but
I
was so anxious to get back".
"Hmm, were you? I got a surprise for you..."
"You do!"
"Yeesss..." Bailey suddenly grabbed his girlfriend, and in an instant
he was on top of her, tying her wrist and gagging her with a red-ball.
Once he was done putting Sarah into a hog-tie, he was ready to proceed
with his surprise:
"You see, honey" he turned to Sarah whose eyes were almost out of her
eye-sockets in shock, "couple weeks ago, I was on the Internet,
searching for some porn to spend time with, you know, since youweren't
around... And you wouldn't believe what I came across!"
From where she lay, Sarah could see the images on Bailey's computer
screen: The unmistakable images of her self-fucking in Archer's
basement.
"Now, isn't this something, honey? I just had to download it. I had no
idea you were such a great actress! And look at how much fun you had,
all bound like that! I personally lost count of how many orgasms you
had!!"
Bailey walked over to Sarah, sitting beside her.
"But don't you worry darling... I decided we'll play lots of games like
this, seeing how much you get into it! You'll have many more
orgasms...
Now, would you like to see my new toys?"
