"White bitch now gonna' get some from a real man," said the tall black man gruffly. Emma was bound to the toilet, her body draped across the seat. She was frightened, certainly, but also strangely aroused. The fact that she was helpless at being used gave her a hidden pleasure.
"Take that bitch, now," Mark shouted from the other room, "Or let someone else have her."
The man roughly grasped Emma by her hips and hauled her up on the seat, her knees supporting her. She felt his rough hands on her ass cheeks, then, his cock against her anus. Without hestitation he rammed his cock into her and she screamed, first with pain, then with pleasure.
"Go ahead," Emma implored, "Give it to me. Fuck my ass. Harder, damnit!"
And he did. Within a few minutes he had come, spraying her buttocks with his cum. Another black man took his place, his cock even bigger, then another. Finally it was Mark's turn and he fucked her just as hard as the black men.
When he was done, he released Emma from the handcuffs and she lay on the bathroom floor exhausted, covered with sperm.
When Emma awoke she was alone in the motel room, her clothes tossed on the floor beside her. She dressed slowly, her body feeling the results of tonight's ravaging. Then she noticed something. Her purse was empty. They had taken her money, wallet, credit cards! What was she going to do now? |