Don saw the sign before I did:
We were both were tired, and hungry, but I didn't want to stop, even though it was after midnight. I wanted us to keep on driving until we reached a decent sized town.....
"Damit, Jean, I'm tired of fast-food. I want some real food. And I need to get from behind this wheel!"
I wanted real food too. But I was born in the North, and I was terrified of the South.
My grandmother had told me how a whole family of my cousins were lynched in the '50's when one of them "sassed" a white woman. Father, Mother, 2 sons, and a baby girl forced under guns to watch as they strung up the 12 year old boy. Then they were hearded back in the house, and the house set on fire.
I repeated the story to Don, the way my Grandmother had told it to me.
"Look Jean, what happened to your cousins was horrible, but this is the 1990's. The South has changed. People aint running around in bedsheets, and lynchin folks."
"Maybe", I said. "Or maybe we just aint hearin' 'bout it. I mean, what happened to my cousins didn't appear in no "white" papers up North. There's a lot of stuff that happens, that never gets reported nowhere."
Don didn't answer. He'd been on the Net just like me, and he'd seen the Web Sites for W.A.R., and the Nationalist Socialist White People's Party. He knew hate had just gone "underground", or in some case become "respectable".
"Look Babe, you're gonna have to get over this fear. We're gonna be here in the South for a year, and I'm not gonna change how I live my life just because we're in Alabama, not Michigan."
We argued the full 10 miles it took us to reach the parking lot of Billie Jo's Diner, which was full of pick-up trucks decorated with Confederate Flags. And every truck seemed to have a loaded gun-rack. I turned to speak Don, but he had this stubborn look on his face, and I could tell he was pretending not to see what I saw.
"What a place like that doing this much business this time of night? What if we're walking into the middle of a Klan meetin' or sumthin?", I asked.
"You can come in the Diner with me, or you can sit out here. I don't give a damn. I'm not going to let your fear run my life, " Don said as he opened the door. " And if you do come in, will you kindly drop the "nigga talk"? You know how to talk righ!" He climbed out of the car, and without even waiting to see what I would do, he strode to the Diner.
I sat there in the car, really feeling angry and betrayed. Hadn't my mother told me not to marry a white man? " Doan care how much they say luv ya, they doan, they caint unnerstan ya. Never unnerstand what makes ya tick, how ya feel, nuthin." I heard her say in my head.
"Well Mama, "I answered her in my head, "seems like you wuz right".
But then the so-called educated part of me kicked in.
"Okay Jean, get real. This IS the 1990's! Things are not what they used to be, things hve come along way. So get your but out this car, and go in the Diner like a person with some sense."
I got out the car, and headed towards the Diner.
When I opened the door, the room suddenly got quiet, and every head turned to look at me. Don's eyes clearly said, "About time you stopped acting like a fool." But the other eyes. The other eyes seemed to rake me with malice and lust. And then I noticed, except for a scawny, scared looking waitress, I was the only female in the Diner.
On shaking legs, I walked over to the table where Don was sitting.
"Nigger! where the fuck do YOU think yer going?", a huge man suddenly thrust himself in my way.
Don was by me in a flash, "Hey man, that's my wife you're talkin' to.!"
"Yeah? A nigger-lover are ya?", then the man hauled off and cold-cocked Don, knocking him to the fllor. Then before Don could move, or defend himself stomped him in the head with a huge heavily booted foot.
"Way to go Zeke!", someone called. The other men laughed.
Zeke turned back to me. "You like whte Dick in your pussy, nigger? Well you 'bout to get all you can handle!"
I turned to run, where I don't know. But I didn't complete the turn, before Zeke had grabbed my arm, and pulled me back hard against his hard beefy body. "Nigger bitches makes the best fuck toys, don't you agree boys?"
"I dunno Zeke, pussy is pussy.", someone said.
"Not true!", Zeke laughed. "You gotta be careful how you treat a white woman. But nigger bitches, hell, just use 'em how you want, and then throw 'em away. If they survive the treatment that is."
I was struggling, but Zeke held me tight. Beating on him was like beating on a wall, and the harder I tried to break free, the tighter he held me.
"Thelma," a really big ugly bald guy just behind Zeke spoke. "Put up the "Sorry Private Party Sign" and go on home. I'll pay you for your full shift. Doan tell nobody why you got home early ifin you know what's good."
"No problem Billie-Jo. Ya'll have a good time. I'm otta here", and my "sister" was gone.
Zeke began to run his hard, ham-like hands roughly over my body, squeezed my snall breasts, hard. "Aint got much tits, has you nigger? Well, thas alright, it aint your tits I'm interested im, " he growled.
I could his feel his hard-on burning into me through the sundress I was wearing, and it felt HUGE. In fact it felt more like a red-hot bar of iron, than human flesh.
"C'mon nigger. It's muh Diner sose I gets ta be furst.", Biilie-Jo said, as he suddenly grabbed my arm and twisted it up behind my back.
I cried out at the sudden pain, spinning in his grasp as he yanked me off Zeke, turned me around, twisting the other arm back and holding them both painfully high up between my shoulders. He pushed me toward a table in the center of the Diner.
As we neared the table, he shifted his grip, holding both my arms easily with with one hand. With his free hand, he began tearing my sundress from me, and pushing me face down over the table. He ripped the panties from me and then thrust a sausage like finger into my ass.
I screamed! And the men laughed. And to my horror, I recognized Don's laughter among the approving noises of the men in the Diner!
"Now I'm gonna let go yer arms. Doan do nuthin stoopid, or I'll stomp ya unta the floor!", he let go of my arms. And then I heard the sound of his zipper.
He pulled his finger from the my ass. I felt Billie-Jo mover closer to me. His huge hands grabbed my waist and I felt him tremble as he positioned his rock hard cock at my tight hole. I felt the man's cock head, which felt as big aroud as a fist, press against my tiny virgin asshole.
"No. Please, God No!. Its too big."
"Shut up nigger!"
I could feel his cock pushing hard into my ass, and now for the first time I was truly scared. This was going to hurt BAD! He was so big, so thick, he was having a hard time getting his awesome manhood into me.
He pushed his cock at me again and again, the force behind his thrust growing with each unsuccessful attempt. Finally, summoning all the strength of his legs and back, he rammed his cock into me, hard, and forced the head of it into my asshole. I screamed and my body trembled with the pain of it. He grabbed my waist in both hands, and slowly forced the rest of his cock up my ass. It hurt so bad I couldn't even scream.
My breath came in deep sobs that shook my whole body. Billie-Jo gained inches at a time, in one extremely slow thrust that took minutes to complete. I was in agony every second, being stretched painfully around his massive cock. Finally, he was in me up to his balls, his cock completely buried up in me.
He stopped, "Damn, this one sweet ass! I sure hope your pussy is just as tight, like Don said." The pain eased a bit, as he just stood there. I began to think that it was over, that he was done . I continued to cry, my face wet with the tears. I felt Billie-Jo pull out, just as slowly, allowing a wave of relief to come over me. He pulled out until all but the head had been removed... then he rammed the whole length back in, all at once.
The scream that came out of me should have awakened the dead, but he just dug his fingers hard into my hips, and began to thrust into me wildly, pounding my poor ass with his big, rock hard cock, taking me in a brutal anal rape that knocked the wind out of me so that I could no longer make a sound. His fingers bruised my waist and hips as his grip on them locked tighter, pulling me onto his cock harder, and faster. The Bear pounded and thrust into me roughly for quite a while, slowing down when it was certain he was about to come, so that he could polong his use of me.
Then, without warning, he would speed up his thrusts, ramming painfully into my ass over and over, until my tiny, abused hole became numb from the constant barrage of pain. The Bear plunged into me harder, and harder, until he could hold back no longer, and shot wad after wad of hot, boiling cum up my helpless, abused ass.
He pulled out, and for a few moments I was left alone. Alone with the pain of the brutal anal rape. And with the pain of the knowledge that for reasons I did not understand, Don had set me up for this!
I did not have long to, tho, to either think or recover from the brutal assualt my ass had taken, before rough hands flipped me over, so that I now lay on my back. My legs dangled from the table, and my pussy was now fully exposed to the lustful view of the men.
Lying on my back, I got ta real good look at Billie-Jo for the first time. In the few minutes I had been left to wallow in my pain on the table, he had taken off all his clothes. He was a huge, muscular monster of a man standing 6' 6 and weighing 280 lbs. with a barrel-like muscular chest, a slight beer-belly and the huge glistening angry-red prick that had to be a foot long. There was no doubt that I was in for a very rough and painful time.
"Nigger men aint the only ones with big dicks!", Billie_Jo said as he stepped between my legs.
He spit in his hand and than rubbed the spit on his visibly throbbing cock. He spit again and and rubbed the the spit just inside my pussy lips. He then lined his cock up against my pussy and began to thrust forward the bulbous head of his club-like cock stretching my tender pussy lips with amazing pain, and slowly entered me.
I screamed out in pain and tried. without success, to struggle away from Billie-Jo as he continued to thrust his massive cock further into my unwilling pussy.
Billie-Jo only made gradual progress at first because my pussy was so tight and his cock was so huge. Then he started to penetrate more deeply and began a steady hard, forceful piston-like fucking motion as he held my hips firmly in his hard calloused hands.
Finally he pressed forward and tore through me with one powerful lunge and in a few more long strokes imapled me fully on his huge cock.
Of course my pussy betrayed me by clutching that rock hard cock tightly! "Yesssss" he grunted as the pain from that thick cock stretching the walls of my pussy continued to grow. I winced, gritting my teeth against the pain, praying for it to be over.
"O God, it huuuurrts!" I cried, as Billie again brutally thrust forward. I opened my eyes and looked into Billie-Jo face. He was smiling. "Ohhhhhh gaaaawwwwddd! please stopp!"
I cried as he seemed to thrust his cock even harder into me. Billie-Jo stopped, and I could actually feel his cock throbbing inside me, radiating intense heat! I could feel the muscles in my pussy gripping his cock, massaging it! Then he began to ram his cock rapidly, with great force, even more painfully in and out of my pussy.
"Can't seem to get my cock deep enough into you nigger", he kept grunting, "you so damn tight."
Then he slowed, drawing the long length of that piston-like dick slowly out of my pussy till it was almost totally out...and then he RAMMED it back in. "Ahhhhhhh there we go!", he yelled. Again he drew his incredibly long, thick cock out my pussy, and then RAM, SLAM, he impaled me again with its red-hot fulness.
He kept repeating these strokes stabbing into me with savage force, ramming deep into me, smashing his body into me again and again.
Then he gripped my hips hard, beginning to jerk and twist his huge cock inside me, as the men kept laughing and applauding at my whimpers and cries.
Billie-Jo not only seemed to enjoy the pain he was causing me, he seemed to gather strenght and get even harder! He threw his hips forward hard thrusting his massive cock into me till I though it was going to come out of the top of my head, thrusting and pounding and punishing my poor pussy with his hard massive manhood.
"Yeaaahhhh. How's it feel, babe How's it feel with a real man's big cock in your belly? OOOOOOOoooooooo you feel so good, so hot."
He fucked me with hard, brutal strokes, the pain was almost unbearable to me. I felt like I was being disembowelled, ripped open from the crotch inward.
And suddenly, out of nowhere waves of pleasure began to replace the waves of pain as he rutted into me with hard strokes. SOOOOO goooooddddddssssUh, yeahhhh!" he grunted, thrusting harder still and then giving me more pain and pleasure! His thrusts into became harder, longer and slower, and I found my legs and arms of their own will were holding him hard and close to my body. Suddenly he speeded up, and I came as he came with a series of hard, sharp thrusts into my pussy.
I felt his cock pump a few more times, and with his cock inside me. Snake collapsed on top of me and gave a long sigh. I lay crushed under his heavy body, dazed and exhaused as the room burst into applause.
"Well," I heard Don say,"Is is the merchadise everything I promised?"
"Speakin' jes for muhself," Billie-Joe drawled as he lifted his bulk off me, "i approve. This is one sweet nigger wench. She gonna make a good fuck-slave! C'mon, Zeke, now its yer turn!"
Zeke was as tall as Billie-Jo, but his body was thisker, heaver, more bear-like. His visibly throbbing heavily veined cock looked eve longer and thicker than Bilie-Jo's! It looked like a poiceman's flashligh in size and thickness growing up through the black underbrush of his thick pubic hair.
With one huge pawlike hand he stroked the foreskin back and forth over the expanding cock-head which actually grew in size each time it disappeared and reappeared through the thick flesh covering it.
He smailed with sadistic glee as he saw that my eyes were involuntarily locked on his cock, his nostrils flaring as he if he could smell my fear.
I shut my eyes. I guess for a mad moment I thought that with my eyes clenched shut what was happening to me would go away. But I was quickly brought back to reality as my head was yanked to the side and I felt my mouth being forced open by something hard and rubbery pressing between my lips.
I realized that it was Zeke's cock and so I tried to clench my jaws, but the he piched my nose, so that I had to open my mouth to breathe and then he forced iron-hard cock, past my lips, thrusting past my teeth, ithrusting hard until it was sunk deep in my mouth.
I was nearly choking on the massibe organ, yet still his cock thrust deeper and deeper. I wanted to bite down hard but, I had enough sense remaing to know that would be a terrible mistake. Still I struggled to pull away, to escape the terrible invasion.
But Zeke only tightened his fingers in my hair and shoved cock even harder down towards my throat. He started stroking in and out of my mouth looking down at me, smiling his evil sadistic grin.
"Suck it, you fucking nigger slut. Use your tongue," he commanded.
The harshness of his tone made me obey. and I responded to his command reluctantly sliding my tongue over the bulging vein on the underside of his thick baton-like cock.
"That's it, be a good little nigger gal," he groaned down at me, easing the grip of his fingers in my hair a little. "Suck it good, and I'll treat you nicer."
He increased the speed and depth of his strokes into my mouth until it seemed to I would haveto choke on his hard penetrating rod when suddenlu he withdrew.
"Now I'm ready for some of that pussy!"
Zeke walked down to the end of the table, and threw my lehs high in the air. He lined his glistening cock at the entrance of my pussy.
At first, Zeke eased the head of his thick cock-head into my pussy, then suddenly thrust forward with all his strength and fury, his massively skewering cock slithering deep, deep inside my already abused with a heedless shoving force that brought aear-splitting scream from my throat.
This searing plunge of red-hot massive dick tore through me until I felt his balls slap heavily against my upturned ass-cheeks and then he held it there. My cunt muscles spasmed around his deeply and painfully imbedded cock, and he sighed in obvious pleasure.
"Yep", he whispered hotly in my ear, "You is one sweet nigger!"