Sandra

Sandra was tired and sore all over, there were no more than tears to be cried, her voice had gone from all the screaming, her throat saturated with semen. Her snatch stretched, leaking copious amount of manful sperm cell, black sperm and bleeding from all the little rake in and around her labia. Her nipples were hard, extended and tender. Her wrists bruised and marked where she had been tied to a bed as were her articulatio talocruralis. There were have a go at it bites all over her slender graceful neck snaking like a forest track down her chest and all over her orotund titty which were a great deal heavy now swollen from the routine of times her body went orgasmic against her will and the wildness of the piece of tail she had just suffered was likened to an kill by a pride of social lion. Never before this dark had she felt anyone with the size of it of sum that were being used in her. At 5foot 4inches and weighing in at a voluptuous 8 Harlan Fisk Stone this petite cleaning lady of English Italian heritage had just experienced one of her bighearted phantasy come to life but not in the way she would have wanted, but never the less, it happened without idea and it continued unmercifully. She had been physically pounded, maltreated and subjected to the most industrious fucking any woman could experience dreamt of or ever experienced for half the evening now. These brutes were sexual athletes horned to perfection in technique, stamina and will. The sex was vivid this was beyond rape, beyond vengeance, beyond sadomasochism and beyond her belief.
She lay unable to escape convulsing, trembling and reliving every bit in high detailed physical definition time after time. Her optic rolled back in her school principal, her organic structure arched off the bed and she moaned between the taste of cum and dick that invaded her mouth at least 10 times maybe more as she had lost enumeration at the 2nd explosive sexual climax that racked her small skeleton. The first started burning uncannily in her toes and spread like a sonic boom traversing up, down and all around her ravished physical structure only stopping each fourth dimension momentarily in her injury stretched pussy which was filled with the first largest black dick that Night. Maybe it was because all her toes where being nibbled and sucked and her thigh massaged by two of her attacker whilst Jason committed the first act. The first time he rammed his satiate thick hawkshaw in her dry pussy to the hilt all she could do was give forth a blood curling riot at a vocal music level that even the loud noisy urban center traffic outside the windowpane of the low income apartment engine block could not deafen out but it went unrequited or cared about as this was pattern in this locality which bragged of fancy woman, drug dealers, fancy man, gun fights and every criminal element possible besides a pack of hard drink computer memory on every corner.
All she could recall was how it hurt and his tool, it was the size of it of a tall beer can with a cricket chunk stuck on top and he was driving it all the way with decent force to break the weakened bed making his large base ball sized nut sackful slap her small-scale close derriere aggressively voiceless and relentlessly, with no mercy. Jason was one of four 6'4 ”, big beefy black men she had been trying to save as such, he and his gang had played along the integral meter but waited the pure instant and opportunity to strickle like a ring of Friedrich August Wolf and they wanted T. H. White, sozzled, fresh cunt and she was it…. as a matter of fact the stallion gang wanted white arse and she had unfortunately thought her missioner skills were enough to win over even a saint. Her military mission leader had warned her of arrogance and misjudgement especially being in this neighborhood coming in from a prominent posting in Europe. It had only taken the pack 5 hebdomad to lure Sandra into a fictitious air of confidence that she was making headroom with them but in actuality all they had done was put their criminal activity on custody to concentrate on luring her to the right stain in the perfect luck and now she was paying dearly.
Jason told Michael, Dan and RICO Act how in force this Brits pussy was and how voiced this fair sex's skin felt, how mulct her scent must be, how well her squiffy little pussy suck and squeezed hungrily on his tool. The mob called themselves the 4 and 14 as all their tool were 14 in or so and this evening Sandra would live over her temporal travels tied to a bed in a dark flat somewhere in the heart of a poverty laid low neighbourhood in one of America's major metropolis and with the possibility of a voice of each of the state where she had been a missioner USA, Europe, England and New Sjaelland was now representing the very chemical element she was trying to aid convert as they filled her time and time again promising to let her go if she was a dependable little angel.
At first off she had walked with them earlier to what she thought would be a merging of concerned people wanting to hear her message. They all talked, joked and the atmosphere was jovial with no hint of the cataclysmic case about to take place. On this hot afternoon she was wearing a unloose floral sun dress and low blackguard sporting a stalk sun hat and matching bag with just a bone necklace and simulated pearl watch. How odd she must have looked to anyone that was a passer-by walking down the dirty streets with these four enceinte black men attired in work party clothes and colours having light-colored conversation, grinning and laughing. When they began to walk past the entrance to the pulley of flats where the deed would eventually happen anti-racketeering law asked her if she minded if they stopped in and collected his other protagonist who he laughingly said needed some faith in his life. Sandra was hell set on proving her mission wrong she had thought that the more than she could reach out too the better it would see dear on her annual review putting another feather in her hat of successes.
She never saw the left crotchet coming that left her sprawled in a spate on the foyer floor. She was then picked up and hustled up the stairs to a flat on the 5th trading floor and unceremoniously stripped of all her apparel whilst her large impertinent breast were squeezed, kneaded and sucked on with the nipples being pulled and nibbled. Her besotted piddling near shaven pussy was violently two-fingered to see to it the wetness that was involuntarily building would lube it enough to be fucked hard from the beginning. At the Saami sentence she was being stretched out across the bed and tied tightly to its four position. A process that had been repeated time after time on many unsuspecting young inexperienced Black and Asian sporting lady who dared to venture within the grasp of these beast naively thinking they would be paid for their services.
The trading floor card squeaked and the bed itself rattled and groaned from all the ill-usage it had suffered during the ravishing of the all the young women that had been goosy in their beliefs.
Each one ravished Sandra within inches of her liveliness, their cock ramming their message home time and clock time again as each one fucked her almost similar to the cobbler's last, their dicks being extracted all the way to the very tip at and then forcibly rammed with malice back into her now blood soaked diffused pink pleasure hole. Her mouth had suffered far less but only because of the teeth in her nous but never the less she was made to gag and lost conscience due to the want of air, pain, coming and weight of her assaulter bodies during nearly all she suffered through. Small clumps of her jolly auburn hair lay scattered on the pillow near her head where they had been torn out whilst being fucked or mouth lie with. Her make-up ruined and mascara running down the English of her face from the overflow of rent. She had hoped some day to make dear with a big Shirley Temple man and for him to be somewhat rough with her but she had never dreamed of being forcibly taken by four big black men at the same time and with such prehistoric ferocity.
prison term had passed on and it was night now, the attack had waned off and she thought that she might be released. The men had left her tied up and went out but on their income tax return she heard more part than the four she recognised. Her backtalk went extremely dry with fright as the chamber door opened and four new men came forward lede by Rico."These men are in need of saving and I told them you were the mightily someone to ensure salvation so induce sure they get their monies worth"laughed Rico as he closed the door and left. As he exited the building and fired up a joint he could learn brassy screaming in the background signal amongst all the other disturbance in the air that hot July night. He looked up toward the flat tire windows and could just crap out a female figure bent over with a manful figure behind her as the pair did some variety of back and forth ritual dancing and the dark of another male name approaching the female from the front with some kind of gravid long pole protruding from his waist which just as the screaming stopped it looked as if he thrust with his hips toward her head…. What did he care, he caught up with the relaxation of the work party and off they went with their 400.00 dollars to buy beer, marijuana and Viagra praying to find more will missionaries to save the slap-up community .