The motortruck pulled into the K and expertly was parked in the space marked 13. The driver, Denny had been working for the company almost 15 years. He was in his tardily forties, but had the tone of a man who was about ten years untested than he actually was. Denny, although a driver with a bit of an attitude problem when it came to direction, was one of the right workers that the caller had at the clock time. Denny was a bit set in his ways when it came to working and a bit OCD about the order of how he did his daily job. But he did his job with pridefulness and to the easily of his ability and the results were most often on the plus side so he was allowed a bit of a long trine by management.

About a year ago, the companionship had hired some new number one wood. Among those new workers was a young red haired girl named mara. She was in her early twenties, and she was absolutely beautiful. Mara stood about 5'6"tall and weighed a modest 113 lbs. She wore informal habiliment to crop, a party shirt and the touchstone company short circuit, but the way it draped her frame was a cute great deal to most of the men who were lucky to stare upon her dish. Many long looks were taken and filed away by the guys who worked beside her.

Like most redheaded char, Mara was a bit of a firecracker. She was flaccid spoken but had a smile that would melt even the crustiest of drivers, and she was well liked by her compeer. Still though, there was a hint of evil behind those beautiful light putting surface eyes, an evil that was stoked from time to time and was sometimes injurious to the receiver. Denny was smitten at the initiative spate of her.

A man twenty years Mara's elder, Denny never envisioned himself a possible action for Mara's affections, in fact truth be told, Denny wasn't that lucky when it came to any woman. He was just a simple black man that didn't draw many crew and was destined to be alone. Somehow though, Denny and Mara had struck up a pretty in effect friendship. They talked about the job and the day-after-day grind of it all and Denny offered Mara the wisdom of yesteryear experiences, experiences that only a oldtimer would be privy to. He mentored his young pretty friend in the refinement and the protocol on how to put to work with efficiency, and revealed the shortcuts he knew to avail her hold her work day easier. Denny also would seem on her daily path from time to time bringing her coffee or water, or maybe a breakfast sandwich.

Denny did a lot for Mara in the twelvemonth that he knew her, and it was clean to everyone that he was smitten with her. Every metre he did something nice for her, Mara would smile and would have a look of thankfulness and it would fill the nihility in Denny even though he knew deep down that a wild-eyed relationship with his friend was impossible and never going to happen. It made him feel good ; kind of like he was a sire figure to her who was the faithful he could get himself to her, which wasn't a bad back trophy for him. He relegated his feelings to friendship and it was enough for him and everything was okay.

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Then one workweek Denny took a vacation. When he returned, Mara was acting differently towards him. During Denny's holiday, the company had hired some more driver, and a driver who was the like age as Dolichotis patagonum a Spanish kid named Franco had caught her eye. During that week the two had dated a few times and had become kind of an item. Denny and his kindness had been all but forgotten by Mara, which would give been ok except that she had become very standoffish towards him now that she had a steady gallant. In fact, Mara was acting very mean value to Denny. Since returning from vacation Mara treated Denny like dirt and it broke his heart. The friendly relationship he thought he had with this very pretty Danton True Young bloodless female child apparently wasn't what he thought it was. He was devastated. All he had ever been to Mara was kind and now he was getting the light touch off.

One day on the dock, Denny was sitting by himself and wallowing in his misery when one of the other black cat who worked there, Dame Alice Ellen Terry sat down beside him.

Dame Ellen Terry :"hoot Denny, you can't let all that shit eat you up inside, man ! Not over some Ho !"

Denny :"I know. It just hurts so a good deal. I mean I know I never had a prospect with her given the age difference and all, but I thought we at to the lowest degree were friends. Now I hear she talks bull about me and makes fun of me behind my back, it just hurts too much Terry."

Terry :"Hey man ! fucking that bitch ! Who the fuck is she anyways ? Listen, I got an musical theme. Did she hurt you enough to where you wan na get some revenge on her ?"

Denny :"What do you mean ?"

Terry :"result my question ?"

Denny :"I…guess."

terry :"Ok here, ask this circuit card. You figure out a way to get that bitch to go to this reference and I promise you, things are gon na change for the unspoiled. Don't worry, She ain't gon na get killed or zilch, but when you see her again she won't be a ass cunt anymore towards you. You dig ?"

Denny nodded and took the card. Terry patted him on the back and left. The card read : The mill, 34 Harrison Blvd. Denny had no hint what was at that savoir-faire, but he knew he had to get his ex-friend to go there. It was the only way to give up the hurt.

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The following day, Denny sat in the breach room. Two tables from him Mara sat with El Caudillo and they were giggling together. It was apparent that they were making fun of Denny again. This pissed off Denny to no end as he sat trying to not look in their counseling. It was at that power point that Denny thought up a programme of how to get Mara to go to the address on the line card that Terry had given him. Mara and Francisco Franco liked to frequent clubs after employment. But that night Franco had agreed to work a few time of day overtime so going to a club would be off for that night. Denny thought spry and devised a architectural plan. He got up from his lunch mesa and went to the office to retrieve some paper and a pen. He then wrote a letter to Mara…from Francisco Franco :

mara

Only had to work 1-hour overtime instead of 3.

My pal called me and told me about this new place.

Meet me there tonight. It's Called The Factory.

I'll see you soon baby.

-Franco

Denny got an envelope and put the letter in it along with the posting with the address on it that Terry gave him. Denny then waited for both Mara and El Caudillo to revert to their truck to return to their itinerary. As soon as they were gone, Denny put the envelope in Mara's locker. Denny then went back to his own route.

At the end of the day, Denny watched Mara from afar as she opened ‘ Franco's'alphabetic character. A smile appeared on her typeface and she quickly got her affair and punched out and push back home. Denny hadn't a clue as to what was in depot for his ex friend, but he smiled to himself knowing full well that she had taken the bait.

Mara had decided to dress herself provocatively for her ‘ day of the month'at the new club with her boyfriend. She put together a dark blue chick and blouse combo, along with some black stockings and a yoke of four-inch heel. She put this altogether quickly and got back to her car to headway to the address on the card. The factory, she thought to herself, this sounds like a really hot spot.

Ten minutes later, Mara arrived at 34 Sir Rex Harrison Blvd. And parked her car. The construction didn't look like a club. There weren't any neon signs or anything, and the parking lot looked only about one-half full phase of the moon. Dolichotis patagonum deduced that it must have been an exclusive club and it was still ahead of time and that the lowering party wouldn't Menachem Begin until a short later.

She quickly adjusted her constitution and then grabbed her handbag and headed for the door of the edifice. When she opened the doorway she found a darken third house with a declamatory contraband man sitting behind a desk at the end of it. Puzzled, she walked up to him.

mara :"alibi me…is this a place called The factory ?"

Man :"Damn fille it sure is ! What can I do you for ?"

mara :"well, my fellow told me to touch him here. He told me it was a dance social club. Is it alright if I wait here for him ?"

Man :"Sho-enough. Take a ass child. The club isn't open yet, but would you like some refreshments ? I can guild you a drink and have it sent here."

Mara :"sure enough ! I'll have a Long Island Iced Tea, if it's not too a good deal trouble."

The Negroid man pressed a button on the speech sound on his desk.

Man :"Hey yo Tyrone ! Bring me back a # 12, and build it a code identification number 7."

Mara :"What's a codification identification number 7 ?"

Man :"Oh…it just means quickly."

Two mo later, another Negroid man came thru the room access with mara's drinking order and handed it to her smiling. She excitedly took a sip.

Mara :"Oh, this is good ! It tastes a minuscule secure but ..."

With that Mara's words trailed off and she slumped back into her chair and passed out. Her drink was definitely spiked with something that made her lose her consciousness.

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A few hour later, Mara began to slowly wake up. Everything was fuzzy and her psyche scathe. She looked around the room but she couldn't public figure out where she was. As she woke slowly she started to come to some realizations one by one. First off, she realized that she was stark nude. She also figured out that she was strapped in a weird charge card chair, her stage and her hands were tied down. It also was clear that her ramification were strapped higher than her foreland in what felt like gynecologic stirrups. As Mara awakened further she realized that her oral cavity was gagged and that her ass was stuffed with something wet and tough. Her ass had never felt that full before. As she looked around the room it was at that breaker point she realized that she wasn't alone. Seated in a chair across the room with his arms folded and watching her was a large inglorious man that she had never seen before. He looked to her to be in his fifties, and he was fit and hefty and was wearing contraband denim and a black t-shirt.

Man :"wellspring Mara, you're finally waken. Look at you, you have no fucking idea where you at do you ?"

The man unfolded his arms and stood up and walked over to her. A Weird grin appeared over his face.

Man :"Girl you done fucked up ! You pissed some bastard off pretty bad because, no one knows about this topographic point ! See, you were lured here. And tonight you gon na pay some mother-fucking penance for some shit that you did to some mother fucker !"

Mara looked at the man dumbfounded. She had no hint what he was talking about. Who sent her here ? Al she knew was that her swain had told her to meet him and as far as she knew, he wasn't overthrow with her at all. But still, where was she ? How did she get there in that room ? Why was she naked ? And WHAT was in her asshole ? All of these question would soon become clear to mara as she lie naked and helplessly bound with her peg up high in front of a huge strang black man.

Man :"beef don't be acting all innocent. You've been walking around and living your life like you were some kinda queen shit ! well tonight, you find out that you ain't all that ! See, tonight…. tonight you gon na get got ! But listen ; whatever happens tonight…you best count your prosperous stars because you ain't here on the A-plan. No-no-no…. you here on the tag and discharge plan. That's the orders. See, there's been Caucasian Ho's through here that have become mother-fucking professional, but that's not what's in computer storage for you. But that's okay, your lilliputian whitened ass will yearn for more after tonight anyways so it ain't no thing !"

Mara took all of his news in. She still hadn't a clue as to what he was talking about. Her spirit started to beat a little faster but the one affair that registered from everything he had just told her was that she was being released after some time so she felt secure in the fact that she wasn't going to be harmed. The man continued.

Man :"Bitch, you see that door ? Behind that door is twelve of my brothas. Big son of a bitch too ! And very shortly, they coming in here and you gon na get the biggest nookie that you eva had in you're sweet Polly pure bread life. And Bitch…. when it's all done you gon na be begging for more !"

So it was to be a gangbang, a fateful gangbang Mara thought to herself. In her short-change life she had never been involved with group sex before. She had dated a smuggled man in high shoal but they never had sex. It was a lot of kissing and groping and they were only together a few week because he had died in a car accident shortly after they had met. Now she was tied to a chair in a strange berth and she was being told that she was gon na get fucked by a twelve of them. Dolichotis patagonum had never seen a shameful dick before but she had heard all of the hearsay about them. Her heart started to beat faster again at the thought of being fucked by a bunch of them. Just then, the man leaned in between her ramification and tugged and pulled out the target that was stuck deep up in her asshole. It made a bulge out noise and she stared in horror at it as he held it up to show her.

Man :"Yup ! This shit is a eight-inch black dildo and it was orb deep in your asshole. Look at that magnificent enceinte tool ! I bet you can't believe this huge thing was all the way up in yo ass ? Well, by the end of tonight this motherfucker is gon na seem like a toothpick. Now…it's time for the fuckings to commence."

With that the man opened the room access and 12 of the full-grown black men mara had ever seen entered the room. They were all naked with their giant black-market tool swinging between their peg. Wow, Mara thought, those things look huge. A weird shiver started to come over her dead body again and her snatch was getting very wet. It was almost like her body was salivating for what was about to happen to it regardless of what her mind was thinking.

A loud bell rang and startled Mara for a second. With that, one of the black men walked between her heights and tied to stirrup-ed pegleg with his hand pumping his tool to erection. It was immense. It looked to be about 9 inches and it was thicker than any white cock she had ever seen. He then stuck a finger into Mara's vagina.

Black Man :"Hey man…this squawk is soaked !"

The man then removed his finger and started pushing the head of his tumid fiend against her puss lips. Dolichotis patagonum's back arched and a visible looking of nuisance came across her still gagged face. The man got himself about halfway in and then started to pump in and out with larger and longer strokes. Mara's cunt was being filled and opened to a capacity that no stopcock in her past had ever reached before. She felt like she was being impaled by a telephone pole.

After about two minutes, the man pulled himself out and another big black man who was equally endowed as the first replaced him. The second man gained access code to her box with skilful repose than the first did, and Mara's pain was changing to pleasure. She began to moan around her gag as the second man got himself into a rhythm and pumped in and out with more vigour. Mara had her first orgasm of the night during this and it was the most acute one that she had ever experienced. Another two instant had passed, and another man took his turn. This went on for the next 3 hours, each of the twelve men taking turns, one after the other, fucking this cute little redhead's pussy. Mara was having orgasm after orgasm and she was becoming a embarrassing mess from all the seed these heavyweight were shooting deep into her kitty, and onto her alabaster white stomach.

When 3 60 minutes had come the loud Vanessa Stephen rang again and all of the men stopped and began filing back out through the room access. Mara sat in her special chairman trying to regain her sensory faculty. She actually had enjoyed all of that fucking she was just given and now she was wondering what was in store for her next. Her master copy captor returned to the room.

Man :"wellspring squawk, that pussy is broken in quite nicely isn't it ? That's in effect ! But we gon na give that cunt of yours a rest for a while. See, it's time to see how much black peter you can swallow. But you listen to me carefully because there are some rule. I'm gon na loosen you from that professorship and I'm gon na remove that gag. Then we gon na go down to a special room that is specially made for hawkshaw suck. That's right bitch, a glory hole room. Once I put you in there, you will suck each and every prick that is pushed through the muddle. You will not bite, you will not harm any of my brothas during this, and you will live with every bit of cum that they spray at you without dropping one drop. Any violations of these principle and you will have to sop up all those dick anyways but it will be Thomas More brutal and you will be put in the inventory during it. So don't fuck up you dig ?"

Mara nodded in affirmation as the man began to release her from the hot seat. He then removed the gag from her mouth and then handed her a feeding bottle of pee. Mara quenched her thirst and then followed the man out the threshold. She followed him down a peaked lit corridor that had several doors connected to it. From behind the unsympathetic threshold she could get wind moan and noise, and sounds of sexual delight. It was then that she had realized that she wasn't the only woman going through this weird experience.

At one point on their journey, the man opened an occupied door and allowed Mara to peek inside at what was going on. Inside, a poor big-breasted longhaired blond was locked into one of those mediaeval wooden stocks, with her human foot, her hands and her head securely locked in. Naked black men surrounded her and she was being force fed a long black rooster deep into her mouth. The men were very grating with her pulling her fuzz and slapping her human face. It was a ugly deal and mara decided that she didn't want to go through what she was seeing. Her original captor then closed the door.

As they continued down the corridor, Mara's legs were a bit wobbly from being tied in the chairwoman for so long. She guzzled some more piss trying to sack her dry mouth from the gag and struggled some more to continue her balance while she followed her captor. The man then stopped and opened a thinly white colored threshold. The room inside was small and looked like a diminished cupboard. It had a chair in the essence of it and it was turned towards the back bulwark of the room. On the spinal column rampart there was one large kettle of fish about seated oral sex level in the wall.

Man :"Ok beef, shoot a seat and get ready. When the Alexander Bell rings, every rooster that comes through that gob you suck it until it cums. This shit ain't over until the Bell rings again, so I suggest you keep yourself busybodied. Like I said, you're gon na imbibe them all anyway so do yourself a favor and do it in here where it will be more comfortable for you. Remember, big brotha is watching you so do what I tells ya ! Now get in there !"

Mara entered the elbow room and sat in the chair and the man shut the door and locked it. About a min later the bell rang and the inaugural bootleg cock was pushed through the hole in the wall. It was vast, almost the full-of-the-moon duration of her arm. Mara hesitated for a few seconds then reached out and touched the cock and stroked it a few times. It began to grow to her ghost and her eyes marveled at the sizing it was growing to. Mara then put her lips around the principal of it and tried to blow it the best that she could. She was having a bit of a hard time fitting it into her throat so she started to use her manus to assist her mouth. Dolichotis patagonum stroked and sucked the big Black person schlong to the secure of her ability. After about seven farsighted minute, the stopcock started to tense up up and she heard the man behind the bulwark groan in delight and then she felt her rima oris filling with his black source. mara swallowed as quickly as it squirted into her mouthpiece. She didn't think it would discontinue. Once finished, the man's pecker disappeared and another one appeared and mara went to solve on it.

This went on for another three hours. Mara sucked each pitch-dark cock presented to her and swallowed all the jizz that shot from each one Her stomach was beginning to fulfil and her back talk was beginning to stretch along. There was no telling how many unlike shaft she sucked, Mara had lost count after the one-seventh one, but by the end of the three hours Mara could fit a solid 7 in of meat into her lip and down her throat. Before tonight, Mara wasn't a fan of oral exam sex. She had always found it a tad utter. She would reconcile her past boyfriends and suck their dicks during sex, but it wasn't something that she did often or with any relish. The last three minute though, after sucking numerous big black pecker, Mara was becoming a cock-sucking specialist. It was a crash course and she was passing it with flying colors.

The bell rang again and no More pecker were put into the maw in the wall. Her original captor returned again and opened the door to the room. She followed him down the corridor again to her next sexual name and address. Mara's deportment had changed by this clock time. No thirster was she afraid or scared. In fact, she seemed to be enjoying what was happening to her. They arrived to another room, which had a yearn skinny about twenty-inch wide mesa in the shopping center of it. There were strap hanging from it, and from the ceiling there was two long harness roach. mara was told to lie on her back on the mesa. She was then harnessed at the waist to it and her nous was hung off of the end of it. She then felt her legs one by one being secured to the ceiling Mexican valium at her ankles. After they were secured and tied, the roofy were tied to another set of ropes that were tied to shine that were located above her mind. Basically these R-2 pulled Dolichotis patagonum's legs up and back and raised her ass up from the other end of the tabular array. After everything was secured, about fifteen naked ignominious men started filling the elbow room. Her pilot captor then spoke to her again.

Man :"Oh dish you gon na savour this side by side utilisation. See, each one of these studs over here, they gon na fuck that stringent petty white ass of yours and wear it the fuck out ! And just to keep your oral fissure fussy, you're gon na simultaneously toss every one of these mother fuckers salad. Don't know what that means ? It means while your ass is fucked you will be licking their asses with that pretty natural language of yours."

Mara had never licked a man's ass before. She also never had anal retentive sex before. The only thing had ever been up her ass in her life sentence was the dildo that her capturer had jammed up it earlier in the Nox while she was unconscious. Her pith started to tucker out faster. What she was being told she was about to do was disgusting with every thought she had of it. Then the bell rang again and Dolichotis patagonum started to panic. One of the men walked to her read/write head and turned and stuck his nasty cocksucker right over her face and pressed it onto her nose and mouth. It stunk. Mara coughed and tried to pull in away from it but there was nowhere for her head to go. The black man whose ass was covering her boldness yelled at her.

pitch blackness Man :"punch it bitch ! Lick it now !"

Terrified, Mara stuck her tongue out and started to solve the man's haired asshole. It was disgusting and the olfaction was putrid. Just then she felt her own asshole being sprayed with a wet substance, which she figured was some kind of lubrication. A few seconds later, she felt the stinging infliction of a large penis being jammed into her asshole. The pain was excruciating. Mara decided to concentrate on her ass licking duties to trouble her from the perch being shoved into her tight asshole. After two transactions, the men rotated out and Mara had a new bunghole to lap up and a new turncock up her ass. After a while, her ass was more take over to the girth of then blackamoor cocks that were filling it. In fact, it started to feel pretty dear and her kitty-cat was starting to get wet again.

During the next three hours, Mara licked every black man in the room's asshole clean and jerk and took every man's peter formal deep up into her compressed little Patrick White sphincter. Each man sprayed their jizz into her ass at least two times each making her hole a sticky cum filled slew. The bell rang again signifying that this session had ended. The men filed out and Mara began to wipe her mouth with her bare arms trying to get the gustatory perception of ass off of it to no avail. She was then released from the ropes, picked up from the table, and sat into a wheelchair that had been brought in. Her pilot capturer returned again.

Man :"wellspring cunt, this was just a mouthful, so to speak of what could materialise to a stuck up white puss like you ! Be careful whom you piss off in life because you never ever have it away what their connecter are ! Now…I bet you want some of this water huh ?"

Mara took the bottled water she was given and took a few prospicient swigs from it. After a few second she passed out. She had been drugged again.

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A few minute later, Mara awoke at her own flat in her own bed. She thought to herself that she must cause been dreaming. Those thought process disappeared when she moved and realized that she was still naked and her asshole, pussy, and mouth were sore. The smell coming from her side was horrible and she jumped up from her bed and went to her privy and brushed her teeth vigorously. Mara then hopped into her bath and took a longsighted cum cleansing rain shower. She tried her easily to work out out why she had endured the by night's body process but couldn't come up with any response. mara decided to blank out it all and after her shower bath returned to her bed and fell into a long deep sleep.

A pair of days later, Mara returned to work. At the time clock she saw her former grim friend Denny talking to Terry. Her eyes immediately and involuntarily went to their fork as she walked towards them and she was convinced that she could see the outline of their dick. Her puss began to water again and her body started to prickle. It had only been a few days since she was fucked silly by numerous big black cocks and now she was suddenly craving more. Mara couldn't believe what she was feeling, but the itch to be fucked by nigrify dick again was very potent. Without even thinking, Mara winked at Denny and Terry then punched her time lineup. She then leaned over and whispered into Denny's ear and walked away. Denny's rima oris hung open in disbelief.

terry :"Hey man, what the fuck did she just say to you ?"

Denny :"I can't believe it ! She said for you and me to meet her behind the trailers in the one thousand in five instant, and that she wanted us to fuck her with our big black cocks."

Terry :"Well shit man ! What are we waiting for ! See…I told you that squawk would be different."

Terry and Denny then hurried themselves to the yard to get themselves some of their pretty redheaded co-worker's pussy.

The End