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 Author: Backstory
Title: Responsible
Part: Chapter 22
Universe: Blackmailed Rape Slave
Summary: Chloe spends a lazy Sunday morning with Taesha before finding
out that her coworker is being raped, and that she's to blame.
Keywords: BMBFWF M+F, interr, rape, sad, toys, piv, oral, anal, a2m

   by Backstory will.backstory@googlemail.com

   Chapter 22: Responsible (BMBFWF M+F interr rape sad toys piv oral anal
a2m)

   IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER!  ________________________________ This story is
intended for individuals above the age of 21 or above whatever age the
local jurisdiction of the reader would dictate.  None of the characters of
situations are real, or even based on any real people or events. 
________________________________ Chapter 22: Responsible (BMBFWF M+F interr
rape sad toys piv oral anal a2m)

   Chloe woke up slowly to warm sunlight on her face.  She stretched for a
few seconds, then looked over at Taesha's sleeping form next to her on the
bed.  The clock on the bedside table beyond told her that it was nearly
eleven am.  It felt wonderful to wake up late on a Sunday morning in her
own bed, well-rested.

   She looked at her sleeping friend again, gently pulling on the sheet to
expose her small breasts, the silver nipple rings catching the early
morning sunlight.  Taesha stirred, but did not seem to awaken.  Chloe
reached over and gently traced her fingers along her friend's dark skin,
moving down under the sheet.  Taesha took in a long, deep breath as Chloe's
hand moved along her thigh, then up again, toward her pussy.

   "Mmmmm, yes, please." Taesha said in a sleepy voice, spreading her legs
lightly.

   Chloe caressed her way up until her fingers brushed lightly against
Taesha's lips.  Taesha made pleased little noises, rotating her hips
slowly, then stiffened as Chloe slid two fingers into her.  She fingered
her gently for a moment, then let her fingers slide upwards to play with
Taesha's clit, feeling the ring piercing her there.  As she traced the
metal with her finger, feeling her friend react, she imagined what it would
be like to be pierced there.

   "I think I want one." she whispered, flicking very lightly at the metal
with the tip of her finger.

   "Hmmm?" Taesha said, still half-asleep.

   Chloe didn't reply, but moved her fingers down again, then up inside her
friend.

   "Mmmmmmmm...." Taesha shifted again, onto her side, moving closer to
Chloe, and moved her own hands along Chloe's pale skin.  Soon her hand was
between Chloe's thighs, and the two women moved together, kissing softly as
they fingered each other.  Chloe was conscious of Taesha' mouth on hers,
her slippery pussy, and her fingers rubbing gently at her own clit.  She
focused on the place where their wrists touched as their arms crossed over
to please each other and she realized she could feel Taesha's pulse.

   Taesha came quickly, and softly, her breath catching in her throat as
her thighs closed tightly on Chloe's hand.

   Chloe, however, could not cum.  Taesha kissed her neck, her fingers
moving expertly along Chloe's slit, sliding smoothly into her, then up to
rub her clit, but she could not do it.  Taesha moved in closer, still
lightly rubbing Chloe's clit and whispered in her ear.

   "You want me to finger your ass?"

   Chloe's face burned with embarrassment.  "Mmm hm." she managed, and
Taesha moved downward.  She settled between Chloe's legs and pressed her
lips to Chloe's pussy, kissing her passionately there.  Her fingers played
their way down and back, until she felt her friend touching her smaller
hole.  Her body trembled as Taesha first rubbed, then pushed, forcing two
fingers up into Chloe's ass.

   With the penetration of her asshole, Chloe came in less than a minute,
with Taesha sucking lightly on her clit then licking her gently as she came
down.  As Chloe's body calmed, Taesha moved back up, her fingers slipping
from Chloe's ass.  She nestled in close to Chloe again, and they kissed,
deeply, Chloe tasting herself.  They kissed for a while until Chloe finally
moved back.

   "Let me make you something to eat."

   Chloe put on some clothes and went to the kitchen to look around.  The
past week had not been a good one for shopping, and there wasn't much in
the house that was not spoiled.  She heard the shower turning on and
decided she'd go pick something up for brunch.

   She walked through to the garage and got into her car, and was about to
start the engine when she noticed that the passenger seat was empty.  She
stared at the empty seat for several long moments, then slowly got out of
the car and walked back into her house.  Taesha was just coming down the
hall, her hair wrapped in a towel, another wrapped around her slim body. 
She was smiling, but her smile faded when she saw Chloe's face.

   "What's the matter?  Is it Jamal?"

   "Yes...  no...  not here, but yes."

   "What's the matter?"

   Chloe took several deep breaths, remembering the young public defender
and the gang member she had been representing.  "He must have been filming
us...  in the basement..." she looked up at Taesha.  "Remember when I told
you about the woman I work with, and the gang member?  The file in my car
is gone."

   "Oh..."

   "Taesha, that file had the Shana's address and Julio's information. 
What if Jamal heard me tell you about my fantasy, and that I had been
seriously thinking of asking him to take Julio to her?" She was getting
close to tears.  "Do you think he..."

   Taesha's hand was in front of her mouth.  She nodded, slowly.  "Chloe,
I'm sorry.  I think...  If the file is gone, then I think so."

   Chloe moved to a nearby chair and sat.  Taesha rushed over to her, her
towel dropping from her body, and she knelt beside Chloe.

   "Are you alright?" she asked.

   Chloe tried to feel something, but she couldn't.  "Yes, I think I'm
okay." She looked up at Taesha.  "I made this happen.  Some part of me
wanted this to happen, Taesha, and I made it happen.  Right now, she's
being raped by Julio or Jamal or both of them, and I can't even make myself
feel bad about it."

   "It's okay, Chloe." Taesha put her arms around her.  Chloe felt her warm
skin against her face.  "It's okay." Chloe realized that Taesha was crying.
"I did the same thing when I brought you into this."

   Chloe hugged her friend tightly, then drew her down, kissing her lips.
"It's okay, Taesha.  Really, it's okay." She looked deep into Taesha's dark
eyes.  "I love you."

   They both cried then, and they kissed.  For now, they were the only two
people in the world.

   ***

   Jamal arrived around four o'clock.  Chloe heard the garage door open and
looked out the window in time to see his car.  She was waiting for him in
the kitchen when he came in.

   "You've come from Shana's house, haven't you?"

   Jamal looked taken aback for just a moment, then regarded Chloe
carefully.  "Yes."

   "Did you rape her?"

   "No."

   "Did Julio rape her?"

   He smiled.  "Yes, along with more than a dozen other men from his gang."

   Chloe didn't say anything.

   "Would you like to see?"

   Chloe looked up and saw that he held a flash memory chip.

   "Yes." she said.

   ***

   Chloe sat on her couch next to Taesha as Jamal got the video working. 
Taesha clasped her hand tightly as the first images appeared.  It was a man
waiting at what must have been Shana's front door.  The video quickly
skipped ahead to footage of a kitchen.  Chloe barely recognized the young
public defender with her mouth stuffed full of cock, but it was definitely
Shana on her hands and knees on a kitchen table, two men fighting for
access to her mouth.

   She struggled to suck the two men's cocks as they fought between
themselves while a third man that Chloe did not recognize fucked her from
behind, though whether in the ass or pussy she could not tell.  As she
watched the video, Chloe squeezed Taesha's hand, and her other hand moved
down to her own pussy.

   They watched as Shana was raped repeatedly on the video by at least a
dozen young Latino men, one of whom Chloe recognized as Julio.  He was
probably not the leader of the gang, but was clearly in control this day.
He paced around the table, barking in Spanish as his gang raped the young
public defender.  He began pacing faster and faster until he seemed to have
worked himself into a frenzy, and gestured to his boys, yelling in Spanish.

   The other gang members pulled back from Shana, their cocks slipping from
her various holes, and made room for Julio.  Chloe stared at Shana's gaping
cunt and asshole, feeling her own pussy soaking her pants as she rubbed
herself.  On the video, Julio growled something else and his men held her
down, keeping her legs spread wide.

   He swaggered toward her and lashed out, slapping her pussy viciously. 
Shana cried out and tried to close her legs, but Julio's boys held her. 
Julio slapped her pussy again, and then her thighs, speaking rapidly and
angrily in Spanish The other gang members laughed as Julio yelled at her,
slapping her pussy every few seconds, until he abruptly moved in, taking
his cock in his hand, and pushing easily into her asshole.

   He fucked Shana's already much-abused asshole ferociously.  He had a
small dick, but he made up for it with sheer animal brutality, slamming
himself at her as hard as he possibly could.  He slapped at her tits as he
sodomized her, then took hold of her nipples, tugging so hard that she
would have been lifted up from the table she was on, had Julio's boys not
been holding her down.

   Finally, he released her nipples and stepped back, his small dick
dropping from her asshole.  He spoke to her in Spanish again, his voice
sounding cruel, and Shana shook her head slowly, a pleading look on her
face.  Julio smiled cruelly and spit on her pussy several times, then put
the fingers of his right hand to her opening, pushing forward.

   Shana screamed, and even the four young men holding her had a hard time
keeping control when she tried to buck away from Julio as he forced his
hand slowly deeper into her cunt.  He spit on her several more times, and
strained with effort, but seemed determined to force his entire hand up
into her cunt.  Shana was sobbing, but as the heel of his hand slowly
disappeared up into the young public defender, the men around her broke
into a cheer.

   Chloe marveled at how much different Julio was from Jamal.  There was
violence in both of them, but where Jamal was measured and controlled,
Julio was fierce and animalistic.

   She suddenly realized that she was now openly and obviously rubbing her
pussy over her pants and looked over at Jamal, who was smiling at her in
amusement.

   "Do you wish you were there, Chloe?" Jamal asked.

   "No..." Chloe answered, honestly, "He frightens me, I..."

   "Don't I frighten you?"

   "Yes, but this is different..."

   "You fantasized about this."

   "Yes, I know." she admitted, "But it's too much.  I'm afraid he'll hurt
her."

   "He is hurting her."

   "No, I mean...  he might kill her."

   "No, I didn't let that happen."

   Chloe looked back at the screen.  Julio was now fucking Shana with his
whole hand, her body tightening in pain each time he forced it into her. 
"Are they still with her?"

   "No.  Even fourteen young gang members eventually tire out.  Julio is
leaving town tonight.  Shana is probably at the hospital by now."

   "Will she report this?"

   Jamal shrugged.  "I don't know.  She's terrified of them, so I doubt it,
but you never know."

   "And what about you?"

   "Me?  I was behind the camera and lights whenever I was there.  She
never saw me."

   Chloe looked back at the screen.  Shana was on her back now, her head
down off the end of the table with a cock stuffed down her throat.  The man
squeezed and mauled her tits as he fucked her throat with long strokes. 
There was a television remote shoved up Shana's ass, and one of the gang
members was working diligently, though unsuccessfully to force the bottom
of a bottle of tequila up her cunt.

   "Chloe, take your pants down.  Taesha, get your mouth on her pussy,
please."

   Chloe unbuttoned her pants and slid them off as Taesha knelt between her
thighs.  Watching the video had made her pussy soaked, and she couldn't
wait to feel Taesha's soft, skilled tongue.

   Jamal moved in behind her as Taesha began gently licking up along her
slit.  He took hold of her by the hair and slid a hand down the front of
her shirt, cupping her left breast, his fingers playing with her nipple and
nipple ring.  He leaned in close, speaking softly into her ear.

   "You're responsible for this, Chloe."

   Chloe replied breathlessly, almost in a whisper.  "I know."

   "How does it feel, knowing that you made this happen?"

   Chloe arched her back as Taesha's tongue slid into her, and Jamal's hand
moved to her right breast, fingers playing with her nipple.  She wanted to
tell him she felt terrible.  She wanted to say she hadn't wanted any of
this to happen.  But it was no use lying to Jamal.

   "I just want to cum." she said, grinding her pussy gently against
Taesha's face.

   "What do you need?"

   "Jamal, please give me something for my asshole so that I can cum."

   "What do you want?"

   She could have said almost anything.  "I want your cock in my asshole,
please, Jamal."

   Jamal withdrew his hand from her blouse, sending a tingling through her
body as his finger caught on her nipple ring, and she heard him removing
his pants.  On the screen, Shana lay on her table, rocking slowly from side
to side as the last few men walked up to her, stroking their cocks, and
spraying their cum on her face and her tits.  Chloe had watched her swallow
several loads, but she was still completely covered in cum.  Her tits,
face, and hair were the most saturated, but there was cum on her belly, on
her mound, even on her feet, and cum leaked from her asshole and from her
cunt.

   Jamal pulled her to standing and walked her around to the back of the
couch, bending her over it so she faced the tv.  It looked like things were
nearly done for Shana, but the scene suddenly changed to an earlier time.
Shana still had her blouse on at this point, but the men had just about
stripped her pants and underwear from her.

   She screamed and thrashed as this clothing came free, and was carried
and bent over her kitchen table by one of the gang members.  Chloe felt
Jamal press the dry tip of his cock against her asshole as Shana fought a
losing battle against the man who was apparently going to be the first to
rape her.  Jamal held her ass cheeks spread open and pushed forward,
squeezing painfully up her ass as the gang member on screen got his cock in
place and forced himself into Shana's pussy.

   Taesha took Chloe's hand in both of hers, rubbing the back with her
thumbs as Chloe groaned, Jamal forcing his unlubricated cock deeper into
her ass.  On the screen, Shana was being fucked by a second man, the first
one having cum in just seconds.  Her teeth were gritted and her eyes
squinted shut, her hands clenched in fists.

   "You may cum, Chloe."

   Chloe knew she would be allowed no stimulation to her pussy, but as she
watched the video of her coworker being gang-raped, knowing she had made it
happen, with her Master's cock dry-fucking her own asshole, her body
suddenly began to spasm in one of the most intense orgasms she'd ever
experienced.

   She let go completely then, grinding her ass back against Jamal, letting
out a low, guttural groan of pleasure as her entire body shook.  She
watched as Shana took her first cock in the ass, watching the shock and
pain on her face, imagining that it was her, taking Jamal again for the
first time.  Her orgasm finally fading, she let out a long, shuddering
breath and let her head droop down.

   Jamal pulled himself from her asshole and slapped her on the ass -
thankfully on the cheek that had not been tattooed the day before.  Drained
as she was from such a powerful orgasm, Chloe let herself down onto her
knees, turning to face Jamal.  She clasped her hands behind her back and
began to lick his cock clean, tasting her asshole on him.  When she had
cleaned him off, she looked up at him.

   "Thank you, Jamal." ________________________________ (C)Copyright 2013
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