When I Say I Belong to a Gang ... -- (C) lightswitch FF, inter, reluc, noncon/con, mild hum May 2007 Andrea had talked me into checking out a new club, off High Street. As usual, she had been right - we had a great time and had had guys hitting on us all night. Well, they were mostly hitting on Andrea, although I did get my share. With her luxurious blonde hair and vivacious, extroverted personality, men were attracted to Andrea like moths to a flame. Or, more accurately, to a Bug Zapper -- she tends to shoot people down, even if she likes them. But Andrea was attractive enough that they kept trying. Even though she was my friend, I had to admit that Andrea tended to be as nasty as she was beautiful. She had a real temper and a definite mean streak. She told me once that she had high standards and didn't suffer fools. I guess I felt flattered to have been included in her circle of friends. Andrea was rarely mean to me, but then again, I tended to follow her lead whenever we were together. Both of us lived close to the University, although neither of us attended ... Andrea in a stylish rented house off South Campus, and me in a more ... modest ... apartment, off North Campus. Andrea had one roommate, a girl from a "friend of the family." I had three roommates - we met through a classified. As you may have guessed, Andrea came from a much higher socio-economic circle. I don't think she really knew how modest my background was - I was educated and cultured, and knew enough to appreciate the topics she chose to talk about. After the club session, we headed back home. Andrea was complaining loudly about the drinks, but I was starting to notice that the part of town we were in didn't look as good, now, as it had at 6 p.m., when we'd started. Up ahead, I saw some women, lounging near an alley, sitting on a low stone breakwall that shored up dirt from a yard of some building that was at a higher elevation than the street. They looked like big women. Tough women. I pushed my glasses higher on my nose, to get a better look. Only two of the women were "lounging." The sole white woman appeared to be locked in a passionate embrace with a much bigger black woman. That woman was, by far, the biggest of the four and wore a sleeveless metal-studded, black leather vest (with nothing underneath!) and a short, black leather skirt. I could see that her arms and legs were heavily muscled, as she held the white girl tight, kissing her hard. The other two also very heavy-looking black women, although more fat than muscled. They were dressed in dirty, torn, black denim (also with metal studs!) and were lounging on the wall, grinning and encouraging the big woman in her molestations. Their clothes made me suspect they were gang members. As we got closer, I could see that the smaller white girl (she was small only in comparison to the other three, actually she was about Andrea's height - maybe an inch or so taller than me) was not being passionate - she was struggling against the black woman's attentions. Andrea seemed oblivious to this and we kept walking towards them. "I swear!" Andrea exclaimed, louder than I was comfortable with, "that man could not mix a decent mojito to save his *life*!" The tough girls ahead didn't seem to have noticed us, yet. I nudged Andrea and tried to make her aware of the potential danger ahead. But she kept walking and gesticulating in indignation. "That girls is getting raped by some gang of lesbians," I thought. "What should we do? Well, we *should* help. But ... what *can* we do? Those women are *big*! Maybe we can call the police when we get home ..." "And they call those Cosmopolitans?!?" Andrea shouted, indignantly. "More like spiked punch from a frat house!" I wanted to cross the street, but couldn't get Andrea to halt her aggrieved tirade. Andrea kept walking and I couldn't think of any other course but to follow. Eventually, we were only about 15 feet away from the tough-looking women - far too close for my liking! "*Andrea!* I hissed, giving her a sharp elbow to the ribs. Andrea halted and looked at me with shock and irritation. "What the fuck are you doing?!?" she demanded. "You are *never* to hit *me*!" I apologized abjectly and tried to motion ahead to the gang women. Andrea finally looked ahead and saw them. I was relieved, until I saw that the tough women had noticed us, as well. They looked at us expectantly. The biggest woman had stopped mauling her victim and merely held the girl by an arm, as the slim red-head sobbed, softly. "So ... what?" Andrea asked, in an indignant and far-too-loud voice, sniffing as she regarded the toughs. "Them? Is that what you wanted me to see? A bunch of riff raff, hanging out in the street? So what? I don't have time for freak shows." Andrea started walking again. I could have died. I saw the two big side-kicks tense. The biggest woman, who I assumed was the group's leader, let loose her grip on the red-head she had been recently molesting. The girl raised her tear-streaked face in surprise, and then bolted down the street, in the direction in which I wished we were still heading. Andrea continued walking, as if nothing had happened. I was panicking, though. I did *not* want to pass close to those women - it was obvious to me that we were just *begging* for a severe beating and/or robbery. As we got within a few feet, the leader slid off the wall and stood in the middle of the sidewalk, blocking our path. "Ah think you owe us an apology," she informed us. Trying to avoid the now-all-but-inevitable confrontation, I immediately fell all over myself, trying to supply the requested apology. "You're right," I nodded vigorously, "That was completely uncalled for. We apologize for our rudeness! Too much to drink," I laughed. I stopped short. "Not that that is an excuse or anything. Please ... accept our apologies!" The leader looked at me for a long, uncomfortable moment, then nodded. The corners of her mouth twitched up, ever-so slightly. "Not you, Specs," she chuckled. I adjusted my glasses, self-consciously. "You dint do nuffin. You can go." The big woman lost her smile. "Her," she said, nodding her head in Andrea's direction. "She's da one dat need to apologize." Andrea arched one eyebrow and sniffed. "Fuck *that*," she said, dismissively. "You can just haul your fat asses out of my way, you insolent nig-" "Andrea!" I cut her off, shocked. I had no idea she was ... racist! Andrea turned to look at me, frowning with disapproval. I shrunk back, realizing I had never confronted her on anything, before this. But still ... not only had she crossed the line, her statement was just plain stupid, especially given our situation. "Th-that's inappropriate!" I choked out, shriveling under her critical glare. "You oughtta listen to your friend, there," the leader advised, brows furrowed in rage. She flexed her large, muscular arms, as if to drive home the threat of what lay ahead if Andrea didn't heed her advice. "Fuck you," Andrea casually snapped, as she tried to walk past the trio. "No," the leader retorted, grabbing Andrea by the arm and swinging her into the alley, "Fuck *you*!" "Andrea!" I shouted, jumping forward. I have no idea what I could have done, since there was no way I could have physically interceded. But I acted on reflex. So did the two Amazons at the leader's side. Each of them grabbed one of my arms and pulled them cruelly to each side, effectively immobilizing me between my own outstretched arms. Then, they lifted me completely off the sidewalk and followed their leader and the fallen Andrea into the alley. Once out of sight of most of the street, they set me down - surprisingly gently. But they still kept a tight grip on my arms, held to each side. Each of them moved in closer, until they were pushed up against me, on either side. "Watch your friend, dere" one of them whispered in my ear. "This is gonna be *good*!" The other one was shouting encouragement to the leader. "You *go*, Yolanda! Tahm to show dat little white bitch a whoooole nudder world!" Their leader, Yolanda, seemed casual, but stood blocking any attempted flight back to High Street. The alley was fairly well-lit, so I had a good view of the conflict, although my two captors had me close to the wall, in the shadows. Andrea got to her feet slowly, seemingly unable to comprehend that anyone would dare lay hands on her person. She angrily brushed at her hot, red club dress, which was now horribly stained with dirt and God-knows-what-else that had been on the ground in this alley. She stared dumbly at her ruined clothing for a while, then glared at Yolanda. "You fucking ..." She used a racial slur again. I cringed. "Oh man," breathed the woman trapping my left arm in her vice-like grip, "your little friend done *done* it now, white girl!" "Susan," I said. The woman looked at me, uncomprehendingly. "My name is Susan," I said, giving a weak smile. I felt a little foolish, providing introductions under such circumstances, but I wanted to dilute the obvious racial tension around us. The woman gave a slow grin. "Ahm Cassie. That there's Saundra," she said, pronouncing is "Sawndra." The other Amazon smiled and nodded. "Pleased ta make yer acquaintance, Susan," she laughed. I chuckled a little, myself, but both of them suddenly tightened their grips, forcing my arms back a little. I sobered up, quickly. "Ah lahk you, Susie," Cassie said, conversationally. "You got lots better manners than your foul-mouthed, racist friend, there. What's a nas girl lahk you doing with a racist bitch lahk that?" I found I didn't really have any good answers, so we all turned our eyes back to Andrea and Yolanda. The gang leader's eyes were slitted and I could tell she was boiling with anger. "Ah gave you one, white girl," she whispered vehemently. "You took two." She advanced on Andrea. Andrea seemed equally angry, and didn't seem to show any fear. The smaller blonde girl leapt at her dark, muscular assailant, arms flailing and palms open, ready to slap. In one swift, undercut motion, Yolanda buried a beefy fist into Andrea's mid-section, lifting the stunned blonde completely off her feet and almost two feet into the air. Cassie and Saundra whooped loudly. "OH yeah!" Sandra hollered. Andrea landed heavily. She doubled over, clutching her stomach, and making a face like a fish out of water - eyes bulging and mouth working spasmodically, trying desperately to gasp for air that wouldn't come. The big gang leader watched her for a while, a cruel smile on her lips. As Andrea finally started to gain some control and gulp in lungfuls of air, the big black woman strolled over and, still standing, straddled the sitting blonde. Raising her hammer-like fist, she struck the dazed white girl in the face. Then she began raining blows down on her hapless victim, while Andrea tried in vain to curl into a ball and cover herself with her arms. I strained against my captors, but their grip was like iron. "Andrea!" I cried. Yolanda stopped and turned to me. I felt a momentary pang of fear, but the big woman merely grinned and turned back to her prey. "Oh, *now* it's gonna get *good*!" Saundra whispered, huskily. "Watch this, Susie. Yer gonna really git off on what Yolanda does t'yer bitchy little friend!" The gang leader picked Andrea up off the ground as if she weighed nothing, and, clutching the limp blonde to her ample chest, turned to face us. "Oh *yeah*!" Cassie called. I could feel both women's big bodies tense with anticipation, as their grips tightened on my stretched arms. Yolanda had Andrea in a reverse bear-hug, so we could all watch the helpless blonde's face. Then, Yolanda began squeezing. However out of it Andrea may have been from the fist beating she'd endured, she couldn't help but react to the terrible pressure Yolanda was inflicting. Andrea gave a loud groan of protest that raised in scale to a high-pitched squeal, before being cut off completely. In the street light glare, I could see the big black woman's corded muscles bunch under her skin as she really put her strength into the squeeze. Sweat glistened off her dark skin as she leaned back into her squeeze. "Uhhhhhhh-UH!" Andrea grunted, as the pressure impossibly increased. The blonde clawed at the black woman's thick arms, trying to pry them loose, but to no effect. As the squeeze progressed, Andrea's struggles weakened and slowed. Finally, the white girl twitched a few times, and then went limp in the black woman's powerful, clamped arms. "Oh, *fuck*, but dat's good!" Saundra murmured, her breath hot and heavy on my neck. I felt the rub of their erect nipples on my back. Really erect nipples! They were getting off on seeing my friend getting dominated! This wasn't just about fighting ... it was about ... sex! With a flush of shame, I realized that my own nipples were painfully erect, as well, and very noticeable through the thin, shiny fabric of my blue club dress. What was the matter with me? Was I excited by this violent display?! That couldn't be ... ! Yolanda held the motionless white girl in her tight grip for a few minutes more, as if displaying a trophy. Then she slowly let the unconscious blonde slide to the ground. Cassie and Saundra cat-called and hooted their approval. The big black woman stood over her fallen victim and began methodically stripping off Andrea's clothes. When the blonde was naked, Yolanda walked over to a trash can and unceremoniously dumped the clothes (that would have cost me over 3 years' wages!) inside. She waited patiently, standing over Andrea until the fallen girl showed signs of movement. Andrea groaned loudly and reflexively cradled her abused midsection and ribs. But Yolanda reached down and grabbed a fistful of blonde hair, forcing Andrea to lift her bare ass a few inches from the ground. The blonde shifted to her knees, to relieve the painful pull on her scalp. "You got one bad, racist attitude, honey," Yolanda purred. "You ready to make nice, yet?" Andrea turned her tear-streaked face up at her tormenter. "*Fuck* you," she spat. Still holding the kneeling white girl by her hair, Yolanda slapped her hard, across the face. Andrea's eyes widened and her mouth formed an "O" of surprise. Then Yolanda slapped her again. And again. Forehand, backhand. Forehand, backhand. Still holding her up by her hair. "You one slow learner," the big woman said, pushing the semi-conscious blonde onto her back. "An' it's tahm we put a mouth dat foul where it belongs." Andrea lay on her back, dazed, looking up with unfocused eyes as the thick-bodied black woman stood astride her, one foot near each of the prone girl's shoulders, facing Andrea's feet. Yolanda hiked up her short leather skirt to reveal a *huge*, round ass. The big woman had nothing underneath. Slowly, she lowered that massive ebony ass onto the blonde's semiconscious face. "Ah'll let you up after you give me a good rimmin'," the big woman promised, reaching back to spread her ass cheeks and wedging the blonde's face even deeper. In spite of her previous beatings, this served to electrify Andrea. The white girl stiffened, under the big black woman's smothering ass, and began thrashing wildly. The gang leader merely grabbed the blonde's arms and tucked them under her big, meaty black legs - pinning them. Casually, almost as an after-thought, Yolanda leaned forward slightly and began fingering the trapped girl's pussy. I thought I was going to pass out. I swear, I had always thought myself completely straight and very vanilla, but seeing this powerful black woman sexually dominate my racist friend like this ... my nipples ached, my pussy throbbed and my legs were trembling so hard that if it weren't for the two big women holding me, I'd have dropped to my knees. Glancing down, I could see where my soaked panties had actually leaked through to show a small, but spreading dark spot on the front of my club dress. "You lahk dat, don' you, white girl." The whisper in my left ear, hot and husky, sent a shiver through my already-sensitized body. The tip of a hot, wet tongue traced my ear rim before delving deeper. "No," I choked. "No, don't! I mean ... I don't!" "Dat turns you on, donit?" Cassie continued, her other hand creeping up and across my left breast. She brushed my rock-hard nipple, through my dress and I moaned, in spite of myself. "Sure looks lahk you do!" "No!" I whispered hoarsely. "I- I'm not that kind of girl! I'm not into ..." A hot, moist whisper caressed my right ear. "... Women? Butchew *lahk* seeing a big, confident, black woman taking control of a white girl, donchew, Susie." It was a statement, not a question. Sandra's hand was already down my dress and directly cupping my right breast, fondling my achingly stiff nipple and sending waves of pleasure through my body. I tried to deny it, to tell them "No." But my mouth was too dry and no words would come. Worse, my body was already betraying me - it didn't matter what I said, they would know the truth. My nipples. My pussy. I couldn't hide their reactions. From my captors. From myself. My legs trembled so violently, and became so weak, that they gave out completely, and the two big black women supported my full weight, in their arms. Andrea's struggles had grown feeble and seemed to indicate lack of acceptance moreso than any real hope of success. Finally, the smothered white girl stopped struggling altogether, going limp in surrender, still pinned under Yolanda's big black body. Yolanda paused in her molestation of the blonde's pussy, a wide grin crossing her face. She quickly lifted her ass a fraction of an inch from the prone blonde's face. "There!" the gang leader said. "Ah tol' you ah'd let you breathe, if you played nas". I heard Andrea gasp and suck in air, then sob. Sandra had loosened my dress and continued playing with my breasts. Cassie, meanwhile, had slid her free hand down into my panties. "Why you little slut!" Cassie grinned, fondling my dripping wet snatch. I shuddered and gave up all resistance - finally giving in to the incredible sensations these two dominant women were forcing on me. "Yes," I husked. "Yes!" Cassie slid a finger inside me. Then two. I moaned and began to thrust against her hand. Meanwhile, Yolanda continued to finger Andrea's pussy. "Keep going," she ordered the beaten blonde. Her face crimson with shame and/or lust, Andrea extended her tongue and stretched up to bury her pretty face in the black woman's ass. "She's doing it!" I thought. "Andrea is tonguing a black woman's asshole!" That realization, coupled with Cassie's and Saundra's intent ministrations, sent me over the edge. My body literally shook, and if I hadn't been held up, I would have fallen on my face. Cassie pushed deeper, plunging three thick, fat fingers up my swollen pussy and sawing them in and out wildly. I lost all control and began fucking her hand, gyrating my hips wildly. My neck muscles tensed hard, snapping my head back and my mouth open. I howled in pleasure like an animal, long and loud. I don't know how long that went on - it seemed like forever. I was wracked by wave after wave of mind-numbing pleasure like nothing I had experienced before. "I'm a slut," I realized. "A submissive, lesbian slut." I didn't try to deny it anymore; I embraced the burning shame let it fuel my perverted submissive passions even further. The intense pleasure finally ebbed and faded. My captors gently lowered my gasping, quivering frame to the ground, where I sat, panting like a dog. Saliva dripped from my open mouth. Drool puddled on my cleavage and dribbled down to stain my dress. But I didn't care. I had just been completely and totally dominated. Used. The realization thrilled me as I had never realized or expected. "What the hell is wrong with me?" I wondered, head still spinning. I looked up to see Andrea, on her knees in front of Yolanda, her pretty, pale face buried between the big woman's thick, dark thighs. Andrea had one hand resting gently on the black woman's hip, and the other pistoning in and out between her own legs. Yolanda had both hands on the blonde's head, gently guiding her oral ministrations. I felt so ... I don't even know how to describe it. Fulfilled? Owned? I was nothing, and I reveled in that nothingness. I existed solely to serve those who were more powerful. I wanted to show my gratitude to the women who had shown me such an intense experience. Although still weak, I got to my knees and pulled the nearest of them, Cassie, to stand in front of me. Eagerly, I threw off my glasses and hiked up her denim skirt. I yanked her panties down and pushed my flushed face deeply into her fragrant, wet crotch. Cassie moaned and gently wrapped one leg around my shoulders, as I went to town. "Do it, baby," she whispered. "Show me you know your place." I licked feverishly, my head whirling in a fog of lust. My place ... on my knees ... at this big, black woman's feet ... with my face in her pussy ... sexually servicing her ... Yes. That was my place. I went crazy, lapping like a dog with an ice cream cone in August. I sucked her thick clit, latching onto it like lamprey, and finally bringing the big woman off -- just before I heard Yolanda's grunts of satisfaction from Andrea's oral servicing. As Cassie's throes of passion ebbed enough for her to step back, I stumbled over to Saundra, still on my knees, and pushed her against the wall. I ripped her skirt as I jerked it off and literally tore her panties off - leaving the elastic band but ripping out the crotch. I buried my face deep in her damp, hairy pussy and soon had the big woman moaning and bucking, as she ground her big ass against the wall. She grabbed my bobbing head with both her big hands and pounded my face with her swollen cunt. "Oh FUCK yes!" she screamed, grabbing fistfuls of my hair and thrusting against my face. I couldn't see and I couldn't breathe and I didn't care. My face was completely covered with her (and Cassie's) juices and dripped from my chin as I finished her off. Finally, reluctantly, I sat back on my heels and licked their juices from my lips. My face had been rubbed raw and my eyes and nose were clogged with pussy juice, but I had never felt better. Saundra was still recovering from her climax, but Cassie had come over and stood next to me, stroking my hair. She wiped my face with the hem of my dress. "You ours now, Susie," she whispered. I laid my head against her thick thigh and sighed. Yolanda was leaning against the far wall, a cigarette dangling from her mouth. Andrea was sitting on the ground, at the gang leader's feet. Her eyes were downcast, but I saw no signs of fear or frustration on her face. "You can go, Specs," she called to me. "But your friend stays. She mah bitch, now. An' ah got a lotta training t'do there." Andrea bowed her head, submissively. I could go, now? I looked longingly at Cassie and Saundra. The two big black women were both adjusting their clothing. They looked at me ... "You kin go, Susie," Cassie said, with a sad reluctance. "Yolanda regained her honor and has a new bitch, so that ends it. But ... " The big woman smiled, almost coyly. "Saundra and me ... *we* ain't got no bitch ..." I went a little light-headed and could already feel the damp heat stirring in my groin, again. "Yes, you do," I whispered, kneeling between them.