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Collected by Djian

Another story By Dark Dreamer


WARNING ... This story contains graphic descriptions of kidnapping and rape
among adults. If you find this offensive stop reading now.

This story is entirely fictional and any similarity between persons and
events depicted in it and actual persons and events is purely coincidental.
The story is pure fantasy and none of the events described herein are
practiced, advocated or condoned by the author.

The Shower

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written
permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this
notice attached.

The Shower - ( M/f, Teen, NC )
by Dark Dreamer

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Copyright 1991 - All rights reserved
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THE SHOWER
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Part One-A

The girl caught his eye and he turned to regard her. Beautiful, without
question, but there were many beautiful girls and women. Something was
special about this one, however, something charming innocent.

Her hair was long and lush, a thick and soft main that framed a pretty,
elfin face with large blue eyes and a pert little chin. Her lips were full
and sensuous though her mouth was small, and he imagined them wrapped around
his cock.

He followed the girl's movements down the street, then turned and followed
her, admiring the perfection of her round little ass. She wore jeans and a
pretty blue peasant girl top, which revealed her smooth round shoulders.

She was well built, her breasts, braless, pushed out firm and round against
the fabric of her top. Her age...perhaps fourteen...fifteen. She showed the
adolescent coy delight at her newfound womanly charms. Her laughter drifted
back to him as he followed her and another girl down the mall.

He eased back as they left, following them down the quiet streets that
surrounded the mall. The other girl parted, both waving, and the blonde
continued alone. He followed, turning twice, then watching as she walked up
the drive of a two story house and went up to the door.

He checked his watch, then stared as she unlocked the door and went inside.
There were no cars in the driveway. From the time,= three thirty, there was
likely to be nobody home. Still, he was careful, always.

He turned away, going back to the mall. He picked up his van and drove back,
parking just down the street from her house. He took out a clipboard and
made notes, then waited.

An hour later a teenage boy arrived, slightly older than the blonde girl. He
noted it. An hour later two more teenage boys, followed closely by a man,
and a woman arrived. He noted the times and then drove off.

The next day he was back at five in the morning. He studied the house,
watching the windows through binoculars. He watched the man and woman and
boys leave. The girl remained. He watched for several hours, then saw the
girl come out.

He drove away, but was back the next three days, studying the situation. The
times varied only slightly. He snuck into the backyard the third night,
checking out the windows and door. He left, satisfied. Tomorrow, he thought.

Amy woke slowly, blinking her eyes against the bright sunlight streaming
through the lacy curtains over her bedroom windows. She yawned and rolled
over, trying to bury her face in the thick pillow. She dozed lightly for a
time, but soon woke again.

She curled up under the covers, delightfully comfortable, the soft silk
nightshirt she wore caressing her ivory skin. She rolled over onto her back
and brought her hands up behind her head, looking up at the ceiling.

Her thick blonde hair fanned out below her on the pillow, making a pleasant
contrast to the deep black silk of her nightshirt and the paler blue of the
pillowcase. Her eyes, wide and bright blue, shifted to the window and took
in the sunshine outside.

She sat up, yawning again, throwing back the covers and swinging her legs
out over the side of the bed, then stood up and made her way to the door.

Naked, but for the button-up nightshirt, she walked down the hall to the
stairs, then skipped down them to the living room and went through into the
kitchen.

She was alone in the house. It was mid-morning and everyone was at work but
her. The teenager didn't miss them. She was glad of the peace and relaxation
summer vacation provided, and glad too that she wasn't forced to get a
summer job or something as her brothers had.

She ran a hand through her thick, fluffy mane of hair, then opened the
fridge and pulled out the milk, pouring a large cup. She ran through the
things she was going to do today. Her schedule was pretty uncertain, which
was the way she liked it. It left opportunities for new fun to present
itself.

She took the cup upstairs to the bathroom, sipping as she climbed the
stairs. Her movements were smooth and graceful, her willowy body moving
easily, all awkwardness of youth gone now as she approached womanhood.

She set the cup down and closed the door behind her as she unbuttoned her
nightshirt and slipped it over her shoulders. She hung it on a hook and
glanced at herself in a mirror. She studied her body for a moment, vanity
overcoming reserve and discomfort.

Amy hadn't been really comfortable with her body since she'd reached
puberty, and it had begun to change in so many ways. Her breasts had
embarrassed her the most, as had the hair that grew between her legs.

She'd gotten used to them by now, though. She even thought her body rather
beautiful, though she still blushed frightfully whenever anyone,
particularly a boy, told her so.

She was of medium height, for which she was grateful. She knew how unhappy
her friends, those who were particularly short, or particularly tall, felt.
Being of average height was just about perfect, she thought.

Her body was slender but not thin, her breasts high on her chest, round and
firm, not sagging the slightest bit despite their size. She'd developed
early, which was one of the reasons her breasts had embarrassed her. She'd
been a thirty six C at twelve, which, combined with her shortness and slight
frame, made her like more than a little top heavy.

Now with her increased height and size her breasts looked just a little
bigger than what would be perfect. They didn't bring stares from the men
like some of her busty friends got, and didn't draw snotty remarks from
people. In fact, they looked perfectly average except when she was naked.
Only then would someone notice that they were somewhat large for her thin
chest.

Of course nobody ever saw her naked. The girls at school had her first year
in High school, during Gym class, but gym wasn't mandatory after freshman
year and she'd dropped it.

Some guys had fondled her breasts, and her equally round and firm buttocks,
but only in passing for the most part, and usually in the darkness of a
parked car. She'd never gone all the way, for the idea of laying naked with
a guy, and him being naked too, was just too mortifying to consider
seriously.

Bad enough, she thought, at the beach, when the guys stared at her in her
bikini. To actually be naked, her skin pressed against a naked guy, his
hands on her, his groin pressed into hers... The idea was exciting in a way,
but she was simply too embarrassed at it to allow the boys their wishes with
her.

She raised one straight leg and put her foot on the edge of the counter as
she ran her hands up and down it. She seldom needed to shave her legs. Hair
grew sparsely, and of such a light golden color it was hardly noticeable.
Even her pussy hair was just a little bit of fluff along her cleft.

She raised her arms, putting her hands behind her head. No, there was no
hair in her armpits either. But then, there never had been. She noticed in
passing how her breasts stood out even more proudly in this position, and
felt a slight thrill at the thought of someone seeing her like this.

Then she dropped her arms and slid the door of the shower stall over. She
reached in and turned on the water, which gushed out of the overhead nozzle.
She adjusted it to the right temperature, nice and hot and steamy, then
stepped in and closed the door behind her.

She let the water pour down over her, thinking about what to do today, who
to call on the phone, which of her girlfriends to hang around with. She
thought she'd give Jenny a call after her shower and go down to the mall for
a little while, maybe scope out some guys.

She reached for the shampoo, which was sitting on a nearby shelf, then
stepped out of the water and poured a bit into her hand and rubbed it into
her hair. She soaped up her head thoroughly, her eyes closed as a thick
layer of foamy soap rose on her head.

She stepped forward into the stream of water and let it pour down over her,
feeling the soap dissolving and running down her body. She ran her fingers
through her hair, sliding them through the thick wet tresses to work the
soap out, then shoved her hair back and stepped back out of the water.

She backed into something warm and wet and soft and gave a startled shriek,
spinning around and stumbling back into the wall below the shower as she
tore her eyes open. She stared in shock and horror a the large muscular
naked man that stood there grinning at her, his back against the shower
door.

"Wh... wh... who are you!?" she cried. "What do you want? How did you get
here?"

Her hands frantically tried to cover her nakedness, her right arm crossing
her breasts and her left hand cupping her pussy mound. The man, a bald black
man, didn't answer, grinning still.

"What do you want?" she asked again, her voice high and shrill and
frightened.

Terror made her body tremble as she stared at the man. His body, wet from
the shower, glistened, his muscles thick and rippling. His head was bald but
shaved that way, she thought, and between his thickly muscled thighs was a
black bush of pubic hair and a penis, thick and black and half erect.

She stared at him, appalled, her eyes flicking from his arrogant smile to
his groin, then back again. She glanced past him at the door, ruling as
hopeless any thought of getting past him.

"What do you want?" she asked again, her chin trembling as she fought to
hold back a sob. She was horribly embarrassed at her nudity, and the way his
eyes took it in. He hadn't said a word, hadn't moved towards her. She knew
what he wanted, though, holding onto a slim, a very slim hope that she was
wrong.

"I'll scream!" she cried.

"Nobody will hear it," he said, smiling. His voice was deep and rich.

"What do you want?" she asked again.

"To fuck you."

The words sent a jolt of fear through her.

His eyes studied her there, a quirky smile on his face as she continued to
try and cover the lushness of her naked body.

At last he stepped forward. Amy backed into the corner of the shower stall,
whimpering, a sob escaping her lips. The man was too powerfully built to
even consider fighting. She, who had never fought anyone, who considered
both exercise and violence to be ludicrous concepts, was in no position to
refuse this man anything he desired, and, she was sure, what he desired was
her.

His hands gripped her wrists and lifted them effortlessly away from her
body, raising them in the air and pinning them back against the wall behind
her. He stared down at her, grinning still. Amy's eyes bulged as she stared
up in terror.

"Please," she whimpered. "Please. Please don't!"

Then he pulled her wrists together, holding them in one large black hand.
The other hand slid down under her chin, caressing her throat. He closed his
hand, easily encompassing her narrow throat with his large, sausage-like
fingers. He didn't squeeze much, just a bit, then his hand slipped away.

It was a threat, and she knew it. She trembled at the idea of what he could
do to her. Her mind replayed all the gruesome horror stories she'd heard, of
the things insane men did to pretty girls. Rape was far from the worst thing
that could happen to her, she realized then.

His big hand slid down her chest, then stroked the flesh of her breasts. He
cupped her left breast, lifting it gently, as though weighing it. His
fingers slid up onto the nipple and stroked it lightly.

"Nice. Nice tits," he sighed. "Nice everything."

"Oh God," she sobbed.

He bent and his mouth came down on her breast, his lips around her nipple.
He sucked softly, like a baby suckling at its mother's breast. His tongue
flickered against her nipple as he took it into his mouth, and his teeth
closed around it, gnawing ever so slightly.

He pulled his lips away, then licked a trail across to her other breast. His
tongue was large and pink and soft. He lapped upwards against her other
nipple, then closed his lips over it and sucked. She said nothing, did
nothing, frozen in fear and helplessness and humiliation.

His tongue curled around her nipple and slid upwards onto her chin, then
over her jaw and against her lips, which she closed tightly. He cupped her
breast again, his fingers squeezing harder, then his hand went around behind
her and he pulled her chest forward, even as he held her hands pinned
together against the wall.

Her chest arched out, her breasts round and hard as her skin tightened
against them. He bent again and ran his tongue over her nipples, slurping
and sucking on the glistening wet little buds. He kissed them and sucked on
them, long minutes passing as his tongue and lips and teeth worked them
over.

Her nipples hardened, though not with excitement. Still, he seemed satisfied
and stood back, releasing her hands. She immediately tried to cover herself
again. He shook his head, grabbing her wrists and pulling them away, a stern
look on his face.

Stand straight and don't try and hide that nice body of yours, honey. You
know I'm gonna get what I want."

Reluctantly, fearfully, she let her arms drop to her side, though she
stopped as if to hide her figure. He lifted the soft wash sponge, the one
with the soap inside it, and squeezed it. Soap oozed out.

He pressed the sponge against her chest and began to rub it up and down over
her breasts, down her belly and up between her legs. His hand gripped her
upper arm and he turned her, then scrubbed the soapy sponge over her back
and down over her buttocks.

He turned her around again so she faced him. She stared in helpless fear as
he handed her the sponge. She hesitated then raised her hand and took it,
making sure not to touch his hand. She stared at the sponge, then at him,
then at the sponge again. He stepped forward a little and she backed against
the wall once more.

His big hand gripped her wrist and raised it, pressing the sponge against
his thick, muscular chest. he rubbed it up and down a couple of times then
took his hand away. Amy continued to rub the sponge against him, quivering
with tension as she soaped up his chest and upper belly.

His hand pushed the sponge downward, and reluctantly she slid it over his
lower belly, then up and down his thighs. Again he took her hand and pressed
the soapy sponge into his crotch, against his genitals. She clenched her
teeth in embarrassment as she sponged up his cock, making sure again that
only the sponge touched him.

He took the sponge from her hand and she backed up again, looking at him in
fear. He followed her into the corner, his eyes steady as he looked down at
her. His hands came down and he cupped her breasts, then stroked the
slippery, soapy surface, his fingers gliding across.

"Real nice," he sighed.

His hands went around her then and he jerked her forward against him. She
squealed as her naked flesh was pressed against his. Her breasts mashed
against his hard, muscular chest, her thighs and legs and belly pressed into
his. She squirmed frantically to pull back but his hands held her tightly.

Horrified, she could do nothing but moan and whimper as his hands stroked
her back and buttocks. His left hand slid down onto her ass, covering it,
squeezing and kneading the soft, soapy buttocks. His right hand went behind
her head, his fingers pressing into her skull, turning her head upwards.

His lips pressed against hers with firm pressure. She tried to pull her head
away, tried to turn it, but couldn't. She moaned weakly as his lips slid
over hers. She kept her lips tightly closed, her teeth clenched.

THE SHOWER
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Part One-B

Her mind was spinning with terror and shock as she felt his hardness
pressing into her. His erection was hard also, and had become crushed
between her belly and his. With appalled shock, she sensed just how long and
thick and hard the male organ was.

He pulled his lips from hers briefly, a frown on his face. He opened his
mouth and flicked his tongue out at her, nodding. She looked back in fear,
not responding. He frowned harder, opening his mouth and nodding.
Frightened, she opened her mouth, just a little.

He smiled and she hesitantly smiled as well. Then his lips came down against
hers and his tongue slid into her mouth. She whimpered, the sound muffled by
his lips. He slid his tongue all over the inside of her mouth, then over her
tongue, caressing it.

His fingers were kneading her buttocks and his chest ground against her
flattened breasts. He pressed her into the corner, then let go of her head
as he pulled his lips free. His hand went down to his groin and he folded
his thick fingers around his prong, then pressed it down.

He kneed her thighs apart and pressed his groin forward, his frighteningly
long cock sliding between her thighs, the shaft pressing up against her
pubic mound. His hand, the one under her ass, gripped the tip of his cock
and he sort of humped against her, sawing his cock back and forth between
her thighs, pressing it up against her cunt slit.

Amy was breathing so hard and fast she was getting light headed. She
trembled in horror and mortification as she felt his male organ pressing
against her pussy mound. He pressed it up harder, forcing it up into her
soft, pulpy cunt mound, mashing it up into her slit, sawing it against the
delicate pink flesh within.

"Please don't," she sobbed.

But he ignored her. His heavy, soapy body pressed into hers, slippery and
warm. He gripped her left thigh and raised it off the floor, pulling it
high. He pulled his hips back and brought his cock out from between her
thighs, then, keeping her leg open with his, he pressed his thick, soapy
cockhead against her cunt slit and rubbed it back and forth.

Amy felt the pressure mounting as he cockhead pressed against her vaginal
entrance. She felt her pussy lips spreading as the invader forced its way up
between them. She sobbed again, then caught her breath, staring up at him as
he forced the thick organ into her pussy tunnel.

"Noo," she whimpered. "Noooooooo."

He ignored her and his cock, hard and thick, moved into her. She gasped in
pain as her tight, virgin hole was forced to spread. His cock pumped lightly
against her snatch, using short strokes, each forcing it a little bit
deeper.

She cried out, her back arching, her body trying to jerk away from him as
his cock pressed into her hymen. She squirmed and thrashed frantically, then
gave a cry of pain and sorrow as she felt her cherry snap and his cock slid
up into the previously hidden depths of her vagina.

He gripped her thigh again, forcing it up and back, his hand caressing the
soft skin as he drove his cock deep into her belly. Her eyes bugged out and
she jerked helplessly, her mind shaking and spinning, her body helpless
against him.

She sobbed quietly as she felt his cockhead mashing into the very end of her
pussy, felt her pussy lips clinging tightly to his shaft. She was impaled on
his long, thick male organ, and clung to him, her arms gripping his
shoulders to keep from falling.

"Ohhh! Ohh! Ohhh," she moaned.

He bent and crushed his lips against hers again, his tongue sliding into her
mouth with intimate freedom. He ground his hips against her, his hard,
muscular thighs bruising hers, his big hard organ twisting and turning
inside her belly.

"Tight," he groaned. "Tight, hot pussy."

His hand gripped her head again as he chewed hungrily at her mouth. His lips
roved across her face, less gentle now. His lips kissed voraciously, his
tongue slid and rasped against her soft flesh, and he bit down lightly, fast
little nips to her ears and cheek and throat.

She gave a startled cry as he drew his long, sword of a cock back, shocked
by the sensation as it slid backwards over her pussy lips. Then he pushed
forward and his big tool slid back up into her belly again, drawing a moan
of protest.

With just one foot on the floor she had to continued clutching his shoulders
to keep from falling. His hard soapy body rubbed up and down against hers as
he began to slide his cock in and out of her newly opened pussy tunnel.

She closed her eyes and shuddered as his movements became steady, his hard
black flesh scraping against her pubic lips as he pumped his organ up and
down inside her body. She was being fucked, she realized. She was no longer
a virgin, and she was being fucked.

The frantic beating of her heart slowed somewhat with the realization. What
was left to fear now? It had been done, was being done. She wasn't in much
pain any more and most likely, from what she'd heard, he would soon be spent
and would go.

She felt a small kernel of anger at him now that the terror had eased. She
did not, could not, resist though, for that might anger him. Angering him
was far from what she desired just then. She was certain, somehow, that he
was capable of great violence, and did not want that violence directed
against her frail, naked flesh.

She followed the movements of his organ inside her, unnerved at how clearly
her body communicated every sensation as his hardness moved up and down in
her soft pink tunnel. It was strange to feel something actually moving
inside her body.

Her pussy lips, she noted, were moving up and down with the motion of his
organ, now being pulled out, now being pushed in. They clung tightly to his
hard shaft as it pumped up and down.

Of course she noted this just in passing, most of her concentration on his
face, staring up at him as if this would provide her warning of his
intentions. Surely he wouldn't hurt her now? She hadn't fought, hadn't
resisted. He had what he wanted and would soon go.

Both his hands went down to her buttocks then, squeezing them hard as he
jerked her up against him. His cock moved faster inside her, and his hips
struck her thighs with bruising force, jarring her body. His cock was
slicing back and forth inside her furiously.

He bit down on the side of her neck as he hammered his loins into her. Amy's
face was pressed into his shoulder and she clung to him even tighter as his
motions made her body jerk back and forth on the single leg.

Not that she could fall, she thought, not with the way he was holding her.
Surely he would catch her. He was practically lifting her off the floor as
it was.

Then she heard a gurgle of excitement from him and he jammed her down hard,
his cock punching against her cervix with enough force to make her cry out.
He held her against him, shaking slightly, and Amy knew his sperm was
gushing up into her cunt.

The knowledge filled her with horror and nausea, but more than that with
relief, for now that he had had his orgasm he would surely leave. Wouldn't
he?

Her fears rose again, wondering if he would now kill her, as men sometimes
did to cover their rapes.

He held her against him and she thought she felt his penis softening inside
her belly. Then he pulled back, letting her leg down. His cock slipped from
between her pussy lips, which closed again. He pushed her back, sighing in
pleasure. Amy backed into the corner, one hand moving down onto her pussy
and squeezing it a little to ease the soreness.

He grinned at her. He moved under the water and let it pour down over him,
washing away the soap. She glanced at his organ and saw it was only
partially soft yet. She wondered at how he had possibly gotten such a large
thing inside her without killing her.

He clenched his hands into fists and raised his arms above his head
suddenly, letting out a howl that made Amy squeak in shock and fear. He
arched his back, howling up at the roof, the muscles standing out all over
his shining black skin. Then he turned and his eyes gleamed as they fell on
her.

He reached for her and gripped her arm, then jerked her forward and shoved
down, unbalancing her, forcing her down onto her knees. He gripped her head
then and tilted it up as he stepped before her. She stared up at him,
intensely aware of his half hard cock inches from her face.

Oh God, she thought with horror. He wants me to suck his cock!

"Suck this, baby. Suck my black cock. All you white whores get off on black
meat. I bet you jerked off a hundred times dreaming of a big black prick up
your snatch."

"No! I never."

"Suck it!"

He pressed it against her lips and she scrunched up her face in disgust. His
hand jerked her head and he pressed it against her lips again. Tentatively,
she opened them, just a bit. He pushed his cockhead forward and her lips
opened just a bit more.

She almost threw up, but was terrified of what he might do to he if she did.
His cockhead slipped past her lips and his shaft followed. She'd never
sucked a cock before but knew roughly how it was done from talking with her
girlfriends.

She sucked on his cock as he moved it in and out of her mouth. Her tongue
tried to hide for awhile, even though she knew she was supposed to make use
of it. Finally she moved it against his cock as he pumped it in and out.

Frighteningly fast, his cock grew hard between her lips, hard and long and
thick. Her mouth was wide as her lips encompassed it's massive girth and her
jaw soon ached as he continued to pump it in and out of her mouth.

He held her head firmly in place as he humped into her. Her hands were flat
against his hips, as though to hold him back, but she applied no force. She
was revolted by the movements of his cock inside her mouth, feeling more
degraded then she ever had in her life.

Still she sucked on it, knowing that she must do as he desired, not wanting
to anger the large, powerfully built man. Several times his cockhead pushed
back so far she choked and came close to throwing up, and she had to
desperately control herself.

Then his hand forced her head far back and he suddenly thrust forward. Her
mind screamed in shocked horror as his cockhead forced its way right into
her throat and slid down her gullet. She slapped despairingly at his belly
and hips, trying to push herself free.

His cock slid all the way down her throat through, and his balls were soon
resting on her chin as he held her head in both hands and pumped slowly up
and down. Her throat felt swollen and bloated and she fought to keep from
choking or throwing up or both.

She couldn't breath, not even the slightest bit. Her throat was totally
blocked by the thickness of his meaty fuck stick. Herthroat ached, from the
inside, all the way down to her upper chest and she could feel his prick
rasping against the walls of the thin tube as it moved up and down inside.

She became faint, both from shock and lack of oxygen. She stared up at him,
her eyes held by his as he grinned down at her with smug satisfaction. She
could not move herself even an inch away, could not pull her throat off his
cock spike, could not resist his steady pumping motions.

Her hands flapped with less energy, then slowly fell to her sides as she
knelt there on the tiled floor. Her back was arched painfully, but she
ignored that completely, and started to even ignore the cock in her throat.
Her chest burned, and her eyes fluttered as her vision blurred.

She started to sag down, but was held up by his hands, which were still
tightly gripping her head.

Then he slid his cock back up and out of her throat, popping it out into her
mouth, then removing it entirely. Amy shuddered, sucking in deep long
breaths of air, her chest heaving as she felt the dizziness fading from her
mind.

He lowered himself to his knees in front of her, then hugged her against
him, his face nuzzling against the side of her throat. She panted for
breath, kneeling weakly, the strength of his arms keeping her from sinking
to the floor.

He pulled back, smiling as he turned her around. She didn't understand but
obeyed, having little choice. He turned her back to him and pushed forward
on her shoulders, bending her. She dropped weakly onto her hands, groaning
and coughing a little.

"This is the way all you bitches need it," he whispered. "On all fours with
your ass sticking in the air. You snotty whores wouldn't be so snotty then,
would you."

She felt his big hand cupping her pussy mound, then felt the round hardness
of his cock against her slit. She closed her eyes and shuddered, resigning
herself to what he was going to do. He spread her legs a little more and
then slid his cock into her pussy.

It was easier this time, both because of her position and the fact that she
was no longer a virgin. He buried it inside her snug belly and ground his
hips against her buttocks. His hands stroked her back, sliding along her
sides and over her shoulder blades.

They slid up onto her shoulders, folding tight as he pumped steadily in her
pussy. Amy was stunned as her mind took in her situation. She was being
fucked like a dog, what the guys called doggie style. She was on all fours,
naked, being... being ridden by this tall black skinned stranger.

His cock pumped smoothly inside her, the sensation shocking in both its
novelty and naturalness. There was no real pain. In fact, the movements of
his organ inside her felt, well, they didn't feel bad, anyway, she thought,
refusing to even think to herself that it might feel good.

Her cunt lips were as tight and strained in this position as the last, and
she wondered if all cocks were so thick. She didn't think so.

She sagged a little and his hands slid under her and suddenly jerked up on
her hips, forcing her ass higher. She steadied herself, keeping her ass high
as he pumped his cock in and out of her slit.

God! The picture this must present! How horrible and disgusting and filthy
it was! How long would this go on? What had it been now, hours?

Rationally, she thought it had only been some minutes, perhaps twenty or so.
She felt another wave of anger at him for forcing himself on her, for using
her like she was some kind of sex slave to him. She wanted to scream at him,
to demand he explain why he thought he could do this. How dare he!

He continued to pump into her, his cock straining the walls of her pussy
tunnel as he ran it in and out. His hips were slapping against her wet,
still soapy buttocks as his hands roamed over her body. She was aware of her
breasts swinging back and forth beneath her like udders just before his
hands slid under her ribs and cupped them.

His fingers kneaded the soft flesh of her hanging breasts, twisting it
slowly, mashing upwards so the malleable meat oozed out between his fingers.
He rolled her melons up and down in his hands and pinched her breasts, all
the while continuing the steady pumping motions that sent his cock up and
down inside her belly.

His hips smashed into her buttocks with steady rhythm, knocking her forward
on her hands. She jerked back and forth under the blows, her head low as she
stared down at the floor.

She tried to let her mind drift, and chanted a silent mantra as though to
distract herself. She tried to distance her mind from what was going on. Now
that her fear had ebbed this worked to a point. Her body, however, could not
ignore the fingers kneading and stroking it any more than it could the
steady pumping motions of the male organ sliding back and forth in her cunt
chamber.

However, since her fear had eased her muscles had loosened up somewhat,
including those in her groin. There was no pain there now. In fact, the
friction of his cock flesh against her pussy skin and across her cunt lips,
was rather pleasant...

THE SHOWER
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Part Two-A

Amy shifted her ass, unconsciously positioning it to make the movements of
his shaft easier.

She woke from her silent chanting with the shock of realization widening her
eyes. Her groin was hot with arousal, her breasts hard and hot. Her mind
spun as she fought against the notion, but there was no denying it. Her
groin was burning with sexual desire, her pussy squeezing and caressing his
cock as it slid back and forth.

She grit her teeth, scowling fiercely at the wall before her, refusing to
accept such betrayal from her flesh. She hated this man, loathed him. She
would surely kill him if she had a chance. She hated what he was doing to
her, hated the touch of his hands on her body an the intimate penetration of
her body.

Certainly he was handsome, and with a body that would have caught any female
eye, but she had not desired this, did not desire it, or him. How could her
body enjoy such treatment?

Well, her body was designed for such treatment, of course. She had little,
no experience with it before, she admitted, but her sex organs were designed
to be receptive, to enjoy such penetration and stimulation. Perhaps if she
had remained in shocked fear her body would have stayed numbed, but she
hadn't, it hadn't.

Better this than pain, she told herself. She was sure that, had it not been
for the soap, his giant prong would have torn her apart down there. Much
better that her pussy feels good.

No! That's slutty. That's incredibly sluttish! Are you a whore! What kind of
a girl would enjoy being raped like this? Can't you control yourself? She
bit down on her lip, hoping the pain would turn away the pleasant tingling
coming up from her crotch.

It didn't, and she resigned herself to it. There was little she could do.
This man, whoever he was had been stroking away at her for several long
minutes without pause, and seemed in no hurry to complete his pleasure and
go.

How long, she wondered, could a man do this without having an orgasm? She'd
never experienced it before so had little to judge by.

She was distracted by a sudden sharp pleasure from deep inside her belly.
She winced against it, wanting it to go away. Her body felt different that
it normally did when aroused. Usually the pleasure was concentrated in her
groin, near the surface, but this time it seemed to come from deep inside
her, from that place high at the end of her pussy tunnel that his cockhead
kept punching against.

Her entire lower body seemed to radiate heat and sexual electricity, and it
was affecting her thinking processes. Her denial weakened, and she began to
think that, well, it wasn't all that bad to be aroused. He was fucking her
harder now, his hips slapping hard against her buttocks, and she couldn't
help but feel the raw, carnal sexuality of what they were doing.

She was being fucked! She, Amy Cooper was on all fours naked before a huge,
powerful man who was fucking her, ramming his big cock down into her cunt!
She raised her head slightly, aware of the sensuous atmosphere in the small
stall, of the heat pouring through her body, of his hands digging into her
flanks.

She shuddered as a wave of sexual bliss burned along her spine. God, it felt
good! She had never felt like this before. Never in her life had she been so
alive, so aroused, so... so hot.

Her determination to resist her body's passions wavered then dissolved in
the hot rush of sizzling energy rippling up and down her body. She grunted
in response to a particularly hard thrust, her knees aching as they were
knocked forward a little on the tiles.

Her ass was humping back and forth under his power, his hands jerking her
back and his hips slamming her forward. His hands slid up her body and under
to mash her breasts, fingers squeezing and twisting through the soft, oozing
meat. She groaned in pleasure, her tits aching, feeling like hot water bags.

She was grunting steadily now, in time to his hard thrusts. Her eyes were
closed and her mouth open as she felt her body humming with pleasure and
heat. Her skin tingled all over and her head throbbed with the power of
sensations flooding her body.

Then, with one hand on her shoulder, the man shifted the other down her
belly, stroking roughly, then slid his fingers down between her legs. She
felt a single finger pressing against the top of her slit, pressing against
her clitty, shoving it back against his pistoning cock.

She gasped as heat poured into her. His cock sawed across her clitoris with
terrible strength as his finger mashed it down. She gave a short cry, then
her mouth opened and closed soundlessly as her head rose high and pulled
back.

"Like that, don't you, white girl. Can't resist that black cock, huh? Slut!
Cheap white cunt!"

He thrust powerfully and she cried out.

"I feel your slutty cunt sucking on my prick, baby. You're all juicy up
there, ain't you? Bitch! You love this! You love a getting rode by a black
man!"

He drove into her with deliberate force as his worlds electrified her. She
shuddered, then groaned, her chest locking tightly as her body blasted into
the most powerful, massive orgasm she had ever experienced. She arched up
and gurgled helplessly, overwhelmed by the sheets of crackling sexual
lightning that tore through her quivering frame.

Her masturbation had done nothing to prepare her for this. She was stunned,
shocked at the potent strength of the furious, howling sexual cataclysm that
rocked her body. She trembled and quivered, her ass humping back against him
as he hammered into her from behind.

And then finally it seeped out of her, leaving her a panting, moaning shell,
weakened and panting for breath. She sagged down to her elbows, then to her
shoulders, weakened and nearly insensible from the prolonged sexual
eruption.

Her breasts were rolled back and forth beneath her ribs as he continued to
hammer his cock down into her. She didn't care, and hardly noticed.

Then he pulled free. Again, she didn't notice. What brought her mind back to
awareness was the growing pressure of his still hardened cockhead against
her little crinkled anal opening. She was puzzled, confused, unable to
understand what he was doing.

She felt the pressure mount and with a sharp ache her anus opened before him
and his cockhead pushed inside.

"What? What! Stop! No!" she gasped, trying to push herself up, to turn
around. But his hand pushed down on her back between her shoulder blades,
and his strength was irresistible.

"You liked it so much up the fuck hole I thought you'd like one up the
shitter," he sneered.

"Please don't!" she begged. "Oh don't! No! NOooooooo!"

He ignored her, continuing to push steadily with his cock, forcing it deeper
and deeper into her rectum. She groaned and then sobbed in misery and horror
as she felt his thick fuck pole pushing ever deeper in her anus. She was
horrified and revolted, her guts turning over a the thought of his cock
going into her... there.

Her arms were out to either side, her hands clawing at the floor as she
tried to push herself up against his pressure. Her cheek was pressed into
the tiles and a tear trickled down it. She gasped and cried out again as a
new wave of pain tore through her guts.

He grunted and pushed his cock deeper, then muttered in satisfaction as he
thrust hard and forced the last inch into her asshole. He loved the sight of
an asshole clenched tightly around his cock and stared it for a few moments
as the girl squirmed.

Then he slid it back, which brought more moaning. He grinned. Her asshole
was tight, even tighter than her virgin cunt had been, but he had felt tight
assholes before. He pumped slowly, waiting for her sphincter to ease up. The
girl continued to groan and whimper as he worked his cock in and out of her.

"Come on baby, let's see you cum again," he hissed. "You snotty bitches all
think you're so fuckin' great! You don't feel so great now, huh, with my
cock up your asshole!"

He eased up on her back, his hands cupping her ass cheeks, squeezing and
kneading the smooth white flesh. He remembered his first white girl, years
back, the snooty blonde who'd thought she was too good for him, who thought
the sun rose and fell on her white flesh. She'd moaned and groaned just like
this one when he'd rammed his cock up her asshole.

He'd showed her, and showed plenty more since then. He'd lost track of how
many he'd taken. Only his files contained the true figures. The names,
dates, places, and in most cases, pictures of the girls and women he'd used.
Young and old, rich and poor. He'd shown them all.

As he was showing this little blonde whore.

Cunt, he thought, ramming his cock in hard. She cried out in response. His
smile widened.

"Whore!" he snarled. He thrust deep and she shuddered and cried out.

"Slut!" His cockhead stabbed up into her guts, rocking her body.

He pounded into her with vengeful fury, his thick prong pistoning up and
down in her anus, the girl whimpering and grunting and moaning as he shook
her body with his hammering blows. His hips pounded into her buttocks, his
hands jerking her back against him to meet his forward thrusts.

He grabbed a thick mass of her wet hair and pulled hard. She cried out in
pain, rising off her hands, jerking back against him. He slid his hand
against the side of her face, twisting it back against him. His lips sucked
hungrily on her mouth.

His other hand mashed and twisted her tit meat, almost beating at her breast
as his fingers gouged her soft meat. His cock hammered upwards into her
guts, almost jerking her up off the floor with the force of his strokes.

Finally he came, feeling his sperm gushing up into her, spraying into the
depths of her belly.

"Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" he gasped. "Take it white bitch! Take my cum! I'm
shootin' it up your ass! I'm gonna drown you in my juice!"

He groaned and clutched her tightly to his chest, emptying his balls up
inside her asshole. Her rectum squeezed and sucked on his cock, draining him
dry as he eased his frantic movements.

He sighed and was still, his anger drained along with his balls. He hugged
her tightly for long moments, licking at her throat. Then he pulled his cock
out and rose, letting the girl sink down. He picked up the soap and cleaned
himself, then jerked the blonde to her feet and motioned to her to do the
same.

He rinsed off and stepped out of the shower stall, grabbing a big fluffy
towel off a nearby rack and drying himself. The girl stood under the water,
hugging herself and shivering. He watched calmly as he finished drying
himself, then reached in and turned off the water.

He gripped her arm and pulled her out, handing her another towel. She pulled
it around herself, gazing at him fearfully. He grunted and dried her
himself, roughly moving the towel over her body and through her long thick
hair.

He tossed the towel down and pulled her over before the counter and mirror,
then picked up the hair dryer and a brush and began to blow dry her hair.
The girl stared at him in the mirror, obviously both confused and scared.

"What are you doing?" she whimpered.

He said nothing.

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THE SHOWER
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Part Two-B

He liked her hair, brushing it carefully. It quickly lightened and spread
apart. He hummed as he worked, running the dryer all over her hair, brushing
it carefully, watching her in the mirror as she watched him. When he
finished he set down the dryer and brush and stepped back.

His pants were hanging from a hook. He stepped into them, then pulled his
t-shirt over his head and stepped into his tennis shoes. The girl stared at
him, obviously thinking he was leaving. She was in for a surprise.

He turned her around so her back was to him. Amy felt a wave of fear, and
waited to feel his hands at her throat, but instead he gripped her wrists
and pulled them together behind her back. She felt something thin sliding
around her wrists, criss-crossing them again and again. He was tying her
hands up!

She trembled with fear, wondering if he was going to kill her, wondering
what he was going to do to her.

He finished and turned to open the door. She pulled experimentally at the
cord, or whatever it was that was around her wrists, but it was strong and
tight. Her wrists were crossed neatly and she couldn't move either one even
a little bit.

She turned and he motioned her out the door, gripping her upper arm. He led
her downstairs and then down the hall to the garage. She moaned in terror as
he opened the door to the garage and she saw a strange car parked there.

He led her to the trunk, then opened it and lifted her up, setting her feet
down inside the trunk.

"No!" she cried, trying to jump away. He held her easily, forcing her to sit
down in the trunk.

"NO! I'm not going with you!" she screamed. "Leave me alone!"

Frowning, he picked up a rag and jammed it into her mouth, muffling her
sounds. He picked up a roll of tape and tore off a strip, taping the rag in
place, then pushed her down on her back. He rolled her over onto her belly
as the girl squirmed and thrashed in terror.

He pulled another cord from his pocket and grabbed her ankles, tying them
together, then forced them back against her buttocks and tied the cord to
the one around her wrists. Helpless, the girl eased her squirming. He turned
her over and looked down at her wide, frightened eyes, and smiled.

He slammed the trunk then and opened the garage door, then got into the car
and drove off. Half an hour later he pulled into his own garage and closed
the door behind him. He opened the trunk and the girl stared up at him with
the same terror.

"Time to get out, white girl."

He untied her ankles and pulled her out of the trunk, then marched her into
his house and down into the basement. The basement was all stone walls and
floor, with only a few chairs, a table, and a bed there for furniture. There
were also several cameras and a camcorder on tripods, and a TV and VCR on a
wheeled stand. Chains hung from the ceiling in several places.

Amy was terrified as she looked around. The place looked too much like she
thought a dungeon would look. There were no windows and the only way out was
the stairwell, which was blocked by a door at it's foot, a door the black
man locked with a key.

He led her over against a bare stone wall and pushed her back against it,
then moved over to one of the cameras. He lifted it up and carried it, still
mounted on the tripod, over in front of her and put it down, then he looked
through it at her. He moved over to a couple of big portable lights and
turned them on, making her blink in the brightness.

He frowned and came over to stand in front of her. He shoved her back
against the wall, and put a hand on her forehead, pushing her head up until
she was standing straight with her head looking forward.

"Stand straight with your head up and smile." She stared at his back in
astonishment as he walked back to the camera. he turned and bent over again.

"Smile," he snarled. She formed her lips into a tentative smile and he
snapped a picture, then another.

"Turn to the side," he ordered. She did and he snapped a couple more
pictures.

"Turn your face to the wall." She turned and he took more pictures.

"Bend over," he ordered. She bent over slowly and he took a bunch of
pictures.

"Lower," he ordered. She bent lower, and then still lower. She bent as far
as she could, until she was looking at her own knees.

"Spread your legs, whore," he called.

She trembled but did as he ordered, and heard the camera clicking again
several times.

"Turn around and get on your knees," he said.

She did and he took more pictures. "Turn your face to the wall and bend
over. Put your face against the floor," he ordered.

She bent far over until she half fell to the floor, her weight resting on
her head and shoulders.

"Spread your legs, you slut," he sneered.

So she spread her legs and he took pictures.

"Raise your little white ass higher," he called. She did, trying not to
think of how humiliating the pictures would be.

He put the camera back and took out another one, then moved over to a
cupboard and took down a big double handful of chains. He brought them over
to her and dumped them on the floor, then cut the cord off her wrists and
lifted her to her feet.

He turned her to face him, his eyes scouring her naked flesh, then bent and
pulled out four thick round metal tubes. They were ugly and cruel looking.
He picked up two of them and stood up.

"My people used to wear these," he said. "These came off a slave
plantation."

He slid one of the thick things around her right wrist, then locked it. It
was heavy and cold. He put the other three around her other wrist and,
ankles. He bent then and picked up a thick chain, about a foot long, and
fastened it between the two manacles around her ankles.

"Wha... what are you going to do to me?" she whimpered.

"Whatever the fuck I want," he said, calmly.

He rose with a thick metal strip and slid it around her waist, then locked
it together. There were fat rings welded around the strip on all sides. He
picked up a heavy chain that was only a little longer than the ones between
her ankles and snapped one end to her right wrist, then slid it through the
ring in the front of the belt and attached it to her left wrist.

He picked up one final heavy metal object then, it was a collar. He slid it
around her throat and snapped it closed. Amy looked up at him in fear but he
did nothing but stare at her. Then he turned and went back to the camera. He
started snapping pictures as she looked at him in bewilderment.

"Turn to your right and lower your head," he ordered.

She did and he snapped more pictures, then she turned her back to him and he
took more pictures.

He came over to her and unsnapped the chain binding her right wrist, pulling
it back through the ring on the belt thing. He pulled both her wrists back
behind her back then up, making her groan in pain. He slid the chain through
a ring in the back of the collar and snapped it to her wrist again. Her arms
ached fiercely and her hands were up between her shoulder blades.

He went back to the camera and took more pictures, then came back and
removed the chain entirely. He snapped the manacles on her wrists directly
to a ring in the back of the belt and then took more pictures. After that he
snapped them directly to rings set on either side of the belt, and again
took pictures.

He pushed her down on the floor, forcing her to lay on her back, then, with
her wrist manacles still cuffed to the sides of the belt, he pushed her legs
up and back, ignoring her cries of pain as he attached the short chain
between her ankle manacles directly to the sides of the collar.

He moved back and took pictures of her like that from several angles, then
came back and unchained her. He led her over into the corner and pulled her
arms high, attaching them both to a chain hanging from the ceiling.

He moved to the wall where the other end of the chain was locked, and pulled
it, forcing her up to her toes. He locked the chain in place and took more
pictures of her. He went back to the wall and raised the chain higher,
lifting her feet off the floor, and again took pictures, from several
angles.

He used up all the film in that camera and got a third, snapping a couple
more shots before releasing her. He immediately attached her wrists to two
other hanging chains and again lifted them so she was just on her toes, this
time with her arms spread.

After several shots like that he lifted her off her feet and took more, then
attached her ankle manacles to chains set in the floor, taking shots of them
together and pulled straight down, and apart, so she was spreadeagled in
mid-air.

"My wrists hurt," she moaned.

He grinned and released her, then attached the chains to different manacles.
He fixed the ones hanging from the ceiling to her ankle manacles and hung
her upside down.

With that done he took off all her chains and ordered her onto the bed. He
reloaded his cameras and then took a variety of shots of her in lewd, crude,
perverted positions. She had to bend over with her ass pointed at the
camera, reach back and spread her ass cheeks.

She had to push her hand through her legs in the same position and slide two
fingers up into her cunt slit. She had to lay back on her back with her legs
spread, one hand squeezing her tit and the other pumping her fingers in her
cunt. She had to sit back against the wall, pull her legs up against her
chest and smile invitingly at the camera.

Then he brought out a pair of big black dildos and took a bunch of even more
disgusting pictures, all of them with her face scrunched up or mouth wide
and back arched, all of them looking like she was doing this on purpose and
that she was climaxing.

Finally he brought over the video camera, where he filmed her jerking off,
first with her fingers, then with one of the big didos, then with both of
the dildos, one up her ass, the other up her cunt. He kept stopping to yell
at her for not being realistic enough, telling her to moan more or hump at
the dildos more.

The whole event took hours, and when it was finished he forced her onto all
fours and fucked her for a steady ten minutes before shooting into her.

"Well, that was interesting," he smiled. "I made another white girl's dreams
come true."

"You... you did this before?" she gulped.

"Hundreds of times, and you know what, not one of em' ever reported it to
the cops." He grinned nastily as he showed opened a cupboard and showed her
photo albums that filled it. There were dozens and dozens, maybe hundreds.
He pulled one out and flipped it open, showing her pictures just like the
ones he'd taken of her, only of a cute brunette.

"I guess none of em' like the idea of having everybody seeing these
pictures, not to mention the videos."

He pulled open another cupboard and showed her a huge collection of video
tapes. He pulled one out at random and shoved it into the VCR. He turned
it on and Amy watched a redheaded woman jerking off with a big black dildo,
perhaps the very one she had used. The woman was moaning and panting and
grunting very realistically.

Amy could see where she wouldn't want a judge and jury to see that. She
turned beet red at the thought of sitting in court while the whole room
watched her own tape.

"Okay, slut, let's go. I'll drive you home," he said.

Filled with relief she followed him up the stairs. Still naked, she got into
the trunk of his car and lay curled up there while he drove her home. The
car stopped and she got out, finding herself in her own garage again. He
slid an arm around her, palmed her cunt with his other hand and kissed her
long and deep and hard.

Then he pulled back and got into his car, grinning as he backed away.

"You ain't a bad piece of cunt meat, Amy girl," he sneered.

Amy watched him drive away, heedless of who might pass by and look into the
garage. Then she turned and walked into the house. It was just after three,
she saw. She went back upstairs and had her shower again, feeling his hands
on her the entire time.

She told no one about her day, and that night, as she lay awake staring at
the ceiling, her hands crept inexorably down to her groin, and her fingers
began rubbing at her clitty as she dreamed of giant black cocks piercing her
body.

End "The Shower"

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