THE TIME OF HER LIFE (1/2)

(NC, Rape, Gang-Rape, BDSM, Humiliation, Interracial, Slavery)

This is the only story I've written, a long time ago...
It's quite amateurish and perhaps not very well written - but here it is, 
an addition to ASSTR.  Please let me know what you think.  

Obviously, my writing needs improving and I'm working on other
stuff. 

Everything on this page, ALL CHARACTERS, SITUATIONS, AND LOCATIONS ARE PURELY FICTIONAL. 

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DISCLAIMER : READ NO FURTHER IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 OR IF YOU ARE 
OFFENDED BY GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF SEXUAL ACTIVITY.
ALL CHARACTERS, SITUATIONS, AND LOCATIONS ARE PURELY FICTIONAL.

PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK...

A Production of RUTHLESS RUSSIAN

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Dismal plot... Tired themes... Horrible dialogues... Subpar
acting...
ONE TERRIFIC PAIR OF TITS!!!...

Series Premiere Summary:

Armed with only a few mementos and little information
about her late birth-mother, Sarah leaves her
boyfriend Bailey and her life in San Francisco to
venture to New York in search of her biological father
in "The Time She Came to New York", the Series
Premiere episode of TIME OF YOR LIFE.

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If you're not into BDSM, only a middle segment of this story has that. 

Story very loosely based on the opening events of the series premiere. 

While completely perverted and sickening, you may consider this story to be a 
critique of the Series' very naive portrayal of life in New York, and the 
touchy-feely attitude of its Star. (Yeah, right!...). 

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The Indian cab driver was flipping through the magazines: "Barely Legal"... 
"Nude Teens"... He rubbed his cock through his pants impatiently. The line 
seemed longer than usual. His cab was in the line formed to pick arriving 
passengers at JFK. Ashok had been working the airport since he immigrated to 
America five years ago - it usually paid better than working the streets. He 
opened the glove compartment, taking a small bottle of whiskey. He took a large 
sip as he turned the pages, stopping at the nude picture of a supposedly legal 
girl who looked like she was barely 17. Ashok had always dreamed of fucking teen 
American "sluts", even considered spending some of his hard-earned money on the 
young whores parading in Hell's Kitchen. But money was tight, and his wife never 
missed a beat. He frowned, knowing that his ugly wife would be waiting at home 
rather than the teen slut on the centerfold.

Somebody knocked on the side-window, sending the Indian man into panic. He 
quickly stashed the magazines back into the glove
compartment, along with the Whiskey - "I must look horrible" he thought, 
considering his pants button was also open due to his ever expanding waist line. 
The man knocking on the window laughed,
yelling: "Come on up man!!".

Ashok stopped the yellow cab by the curb. He looked to see if the customer 
needed any help with the bags - yet, without any delay, the door opened and in 
came a girl. For a brief moment, Ashok felt like his cock actually burst out of 
his pants. The girl was a perfect 10 if he'd seen any. Her tits alone seemed to 
be screaming: "Squeeze me! Pinch me! Fuck me with your cock!".

"Hi... I'm Sarah!" smiled the girl, with a level of excitement that was 
annoying. "I got no bags!! The airline lost it! Can you believe it? Oh, well, I 
guess it's just a minor setback. Part of the
adventure...".

Ashok sighed - he couldn't stand airhead tourists.

"As long as you got your wallet, Ma'am..." he said with a broken English. His 
passenger was quite the hot little number but he wasn't about to drive for free.

"Sure" said Sarah, still with a cheery smile on her face. "I can't believe I'm 
in New York! Wow, Big Apple... This is so exciting... Do you enjoy living in New 
York, Sir?"

Ashok grunted something resembling "it's OK". He couldn't stand stupid yappers. 
He couldn't stand passengers talking on and on, asking endless questions about 
New York. Ashok didn't want talk. He just wanted to keep quiet and peep on his 
passenger from the rearview mirror, imagining all the nasty things he'd like to 
do to this little wench.

As the car moved away from the curb, he asked: "Where to Ma'am?" 

"Aaahh, to this address!" She read the street address in Queens. 

Now, Ashok was really pissed! He'd never make this ride if he had picked her up 
on the street. (Or, maybe he would just to watch the tits!). But the airport had 
very strict policies. He couldn't refuse to drive the passenger no matter how 
unsafe or close the final
destination was. He had figured this little white bitch had to be headed for 
some fancy Manhattan location - instead it would only be a mid-range ride, 
ending in a part of Queens Ashok really did not wanna be at after dark. "Oh, 
well" he thought, carefully clipping the underwiring of the meter. This sexy 
big-titied yapper certainly looked like the sort of naivete who could be fooled!

"You know I was conceived here" said the girl all excited as the cab got on the 
highway. Ashok didn't respond, instead focusing on her shapely legs and inviting 
pussy hidden beneath her stretch jeans. "I'd gladly make you conceive your own 
little baby-bitch" he thought. He imagined Sarah's legs spread wide.

"Isn't that exciting? I'll finally get to see the very house I was conceived 
at!! That's where we're going!!"

Her laughter almost sounded like a dare to Ashok - saying 'you can't have me'! A 
sexy little laugh mocking all the men! He grinned his teeth. Slut! He'd love to 
sodomize the spoiled little cunt! He tried to remember how much he'd drank. 
'Apparently, too much' he said to himself, trying to focus on the road rather 
than the two maddening tits riding in the backseat.

All along the way, for 35 minutes, Sarah hardly ever shut her mouth, speaking 
about how excited she was, how awesome New York was, the World problems, every 
possible touchy-feely family cliches dressed with never- ending anecdotes... The 
driver was in a delusional state, tired of the voice coming from the back-seat: 
He was himself busy picturing how great it would be to shut this bitch's mouth 
with his big cock. She'd just take it all the way in, and the only noise coming 
from that pretty mouth would be the sounds of sucking and slurping, and the 
occasional gagging... Ashok was fixated on blow-jobs. Only once he had managed 
to spare the money for oral sex from a prostitute and ever since that was the 
only thing in his mind. For his traditional Indian wife, a blow-job was the 
equivalent of fucking the devil, and no Indian man would ever
dream of doing such an unholy thing with the wife. In his mind, blow- jobs were 
for American whores, like the one sitting in the back seat... 

"Sir, you have such an unusual name" inquired Sarah, trying to read the driver's 
syllabus deficient last name. Ashok grunted in anger: He couldn't stand stupid 
Americans who thought his name was the weirdest thing they'd ever seen. The 
chatter of his passenger was really pissing him off. Someone had to shut this 
bitch's mouth up.

Finally, after wasting some time taking the long way and inflating the fare even 
more, Ashok stopped the Cab at a deserted corner. "Here we are, Ma'am!". It was 
dark and lonely, but Ashok could almost spot gangs of blacks lurking in the 
shadows.

"Oh, this is it.. Thank you so much... It's so great being here! You know, Sir, 
everyone who looks at me thinks I'm a sweet young sorority girl from the 
Suburbs. But you know what, I'm not going to be the Marcia Brady of the new 
Millennium. I'm gonna go out there and be nutty, you know... Have a few 
adventures..."

Ashok thought of the empty parking-lot just one block behind. He'd like to take 
Sarah to that deserted lot, and teach her a little lesson about going on 
adventure trips in a big city. Having a big cock stuffed in her mouth could show 
this "sweet young suburban girl" the downside of naughty adventures.

"It's 80 bucks" informed Ashok. His eyes were still fixed on his passenger's 
provocative bosom. He instinctively opened the glove compartment, and took out 
the Whiskey - he had to drink to contain himself, but then it was the Whiskey 
which seemed to be putting crazy ideas into his mind in the first place.

"Oh, my God... oh my God...: Sarah kept saying. "Sir, I have only $40 with 
me..."

"What?" Ashok turned to the young woman with a sign of outrage on his face. 
"What do you mean you have only $40? You owe me $80!! There it is, on the 
meter!"

"I know, but, you see, the airline lost my baggage. I had more money in it. I 
thought I'd have enough in my wallet..."

"Are you crazy, you stupid girl?"

"You know, Sir, you shouldn't drink Alcohol. It's really horrible..." 

"What??!!!"

"My boyfriend used to have a serious alcohol problem... It really is the mother 
of evils!"

Ashok couldn't believe it. This uppity little bitch, who had only half the 
money, who had driven him to this godforsaken place in the middle of the night, 
now had the tenacity to lecture him!!! Something short- circuited in his head.

"That's it you uppity slut!" he screamed, turning back to the wheel. 

"Sir, there is no need to get rude or upset. I'm sure we can arrange something 
civilized. I can send you a check if you want..." 

Sarah's bickering was cut short as the car made a sudden U-turn, and started 
driving back the way they came from at a high speed. Sarah fell backwards into 
the seat screaming. Now she was getting scared. 

Ashok sped the car for the length of the block, and made a sharp left turn onto 
the parking lot, smashing Sarah towards the door. The car came to a halting stop 
at the end of the empty space, this time sending Sarah flying face first into 
the back of the front seat.

Ashok quickly grabbed the big knife he kept under his seat: A taxi driver could 
never be safe in this city. He got out of the car, and rushed to the back, 
opening the back door. He quickly got in, taking his place next to the 
passenger. He had expected Sarah to be cursing at him or crying for help. 
Instead she was obviously very scared and confused. She must have realized, in 
the flash of a second, how incredibly vulnerable she was. They were parked in 
the middle of a deserted parking lot, not even a lamppost to her benefit, and 
not a single soul around except perhaps a couple of cats running about on the 
trash cans.

Sarah tried to open the door on her side - to no avail. She felt the driver's 
rough hand on her hair before she could swing the door open. Ashok pulled her 
hair roughly, drawing a painful shriek from the girl as he turned her face to 
his. The sight of plain terror on her face rejuvenated him. He slowly put the 
huge knife against her beautiful delicate neck:

"Now listen to me, cunt. You WILL pay your debt to me. No ifs, no buts. 
Otherwise, I'll slice your throat like a turkey. I want you to give me a 
blow-job. Just like you used to blow your boyfriend in high- school. And if I am 
not satisfied with your performance, I swear I'll start cutting up your face, 
starting with your ears..."

There was nothing but sheer terror on Sarah's face.

"Do we have a deal, honey?"

Unable to speak, Sarah barely nodded her head in disbelief.

"Good girl". Ashok forcefully pushed Sarah down towards his crotch, taking one 
last look at her innocent angelic face. He couldn't wait to drill his hard cock 
into that innocent angelic face.

For her part, Sarah felt like she was in the midst of a horrific nightmare: This 
couldn't be real. She wanted to cry, but her fear had numbed all the other 
feelings - except maybe a sickening disgust... She hadn't given much thought to 
the middle-aged driver's looks
before. But now that the situation was quite different, he no longer seemed like 
a multicultural curiosity. His skin was dark, he had a big belly full of fat, 
his bearded face looked hideous, he looked dirty and smelled bad - he was 
completely repulsive to Sarah. Yet, the urge of survival was strong in the young 
girl.

Ashok, still holding onto his prey's hair, commanded Sarah: "Come on, you know 
what to do". Whatever hesitation Sarah had, feeling the edge of the knife 
pressing against her ear got her moving. She pulled down the man's zipper in 
dismay.

"Take it out" ordered Ashok.

After fumbling around, Sarah managed to pull the dark ugly piece of meat out of 
the cab driver's briefs. It was very thick, yet not too long, covered with the 
aroma of sweat.

"Come on slut! Get to work!" exclaimed Ashok, sliding the knife along Sarah's 
delicate neck. His accent sounded worse in moments of
excitement like this. "And you'd better do a good job unless you want your 
throat cut-up!".

The young woman's lips parted involuntarily. The head slid easily between her 
soft lips and she was his. Taking the head of the cock inside her mouth, she 
felt the hard-meat against her tongue. Ashok moaned in pleasure as the warmth of 
Sarah's mouth engulfed his manhood and her head began bobbing up and down, 
sucking his cock like her life depended on it - which, in her mind, really 
seemed to be the case. 

Ashok was groaning in delight as Sarah's warm administrations on his cock 
continued. He'd seen a lot of back-seat action in his cab; only now he was the 
one getting the action. He knew he would soon explode in pleasure. Only the 
"sweet little American girls" sucked cock like this, having started practicing 
on their boyfriends from the age of 12. Where Ashok came from, no 
self-respecting woman would do such whorish things. All American girls were 
whores as far as the Indian cab driver was concerned. They spent the better part 
of their lives with legs spread wide.

Ashok pushed against the girl's throat, invading deeper and deeper. Sarah's 
angelic face was now buried in his thick pubic hair. He pushed his hands 
underneath her body, and reached for the sweater. He pulled Sarah's sweater up, 
his hands brushing against her firm breasts, until the wool was bunched up 
around the girl's neck. He clumsily unclasped the girl's bra, baring her heaving 
chest to the cool air.

Sarah had stopped in panic as she realized Ashok's hands were stripping her top 
- but she resumed her sucking enthusiastically when her cab diver tugged on her 
hair. Making sure he didn't drop the knife, Ashok moved his rough hands towards 
the intended goal: The best pair of tits he'd seen in his life. They were firm 
to the point of being
rebellious, full and large without being obscene, two globes of soft flesh 
waiting to be mauled and shaped. He grabbed Sarah's tits in delight, feeling the 
exquisite female flesh in the power of his hands. Just a half hour ago they 
seemed so far away, completely untouchable, taunting him with the way they 
stretched against her sweater - and now they were his to play with, to handle 
and molest as much as he wished. He squashed the mountains of flesh in his grip, 
squeezing Sarah's breasts as hard as he could.

Ashok was in heaven: He was playing with the young slut's delicious bosom while 
she was pleasuring his cock in her mouth, sucking on his Indian manhood with the 
urgency of a trapped animal. As he pinched and squeezed her flesh, he knew he 
could no longer hold it: He groaned like an animal, feeling his balls exploding. 
Sarah realized in panic what was about to happen, but it was too late: Ashok 
grabbed her head, keeping her skull firmly in place as his semen gushed into the 
sweet young girl's mouth, pushing forward into her throat. Sarah shivered in 
utter disgust, feeling the semen slowly traveling down to her tummy. She'd never 
let anyone do this to her, not even Bailey.

Finally, Ashok let the girl sit up straight. He zipped up, still holding the 
knife in his hand. A shaken Sarah was busy pulling down her sweater. Suddenly, 
Ashok grabbed the girl by the hair again and placed the knife right against her 
throat:

"Now, listen to me cunt! If you make so much as a little complaint to anyone, I 
will kill you! This ain't no fuckin' joke. I've got family all around this town. 
If I can't get to you, someone else will, got it bitch?"

Sarah looked more scared than ever.

"Got it??" he pulled on her hair forcefully, causing a tiny yelp. 

Sarah nodded her head in fear.

"Good girl!". He opened the door. "Now get the fuck out you dumb slut". He 
pushed Sarah out of the car, causing her to land on the hard asphalt with a 
thud.

Ashok quickly got back in the driver's seat. Before he drove out of the 
parking-lot, the cab driver lowered the side window, and yelled at the girl 
weeping softly on the asphalt:

"Hey, Lady, welcome to New York!!!!"

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Sarah sobbed on the cold pavement for an hour, shivering in the chill of the 
night. Yet, her frustration inevitably faded off as the young woman slowly 
regained her composure.

She slowly got on her feet, and looked around with renewed fear. This really did 
not look like a very nice neighborhood. It was dark and silent except for far 
away noises that only increased her nervousness. She walked out of the empty 
parking-lot, nervously checking her
environment, not knowing where to go. Maybe, she could call another cab. Having 
paid the fare in an alternative way, she still had the $40 to spend for a ride 
to the hotel. She headed towards the first corner the cab had stopped, where her 
mother's old house was. She was hoping to find a payphone. The darkness of the 
night was squeezing her heart with the vicious grip of fear, she felt like 
running rather than walking, her eyes spotted imaginary people in every shadow. 
When she reached the end of the block, she still hadn't found any payphones - 
and she was standing right before the house she had intended to visit. 

She was pondering what to do, when, suddenly, a figure appeared out of the 
darkness, making the girl scream in fear. It was a bum with a bottle in hand, 
laughing: "Come here honey.. You wanna fuck?". He had a beard long enough to 
reach his waist, he looked like he hadn't washed in years, his clothes were 
falling off his back.

Once again mesmerized in fear, Sarah threw herself onto the porch, hearing the 
drunken laughters of the homeless man. She stood in front of the door, wondering 
what to do. Perhaps, she could just knock on the door, see her Mom's house as 
planned and ask for permission to make a call. She knocked on the door still in 
fear of the man who was now walking away.

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Looking through the doorviewer, Archer Cornelius couldn't believe his eyes. 
Apparently, some sweet little Sorority girl was in front of his door in the 
middle of the night. Pondering how lucky he was he smiled and opened the door:

"Hello there! Can I help you with something?"

Sarah smiled in relief: Finally, a decent middle-aged white man. 

"Sir, I am so sorry to bother you at this late hour. But, you see, my mother 
used to live here. I was conceived in this house. And I'm actually kind of lost. 
I was hoping you'd let me take a look at my Mom's old house, and I'd appreciate 
it if you allowed me to make a call!"

"Oh, sure, honey" the man gave a warm smile, letting her in. "My name is Archer. 
I've been living in this apartment for 8 years! It used to be a better 
neighborhood, you know...".

"Thanks" she said, shaking Archer's hand. "I'm Sarah". 

Sarah was delighted to be seeing her Mom's old place, the place where she was 
conceived. The man gave her a tour of the small house. There was even a basement 
which the man did not let her see, which she found somewhat strange. Once 
Sarah's curiosity was satisfied, she asked if she could make a call. She called 
a cab company recommended by Archer. 

"Would you like to have a drink while you wait?" inquired Archer. "Coke? Orange 
juice? Beer?"

Sarah gave that magic smile. "I'll just have a Coke?" 

"Sure...". It didn't matter what she drank for Archer's purposes. He gave the 
glass to the beautiful girl.

"So, don't you find it dangerous?"

"Find what dangerous?"

"You know... Just knocking on somebody's door in the middle of the night, asking 
to come in?"

"Aaah, I don't know... I guess I trust people..."

"Hmm... But this is a dangerous city my darling. It's filled with criminals and 
rapists and psychos! How do you know, for example, that I m not dangerous?"

Sarah was feeling a little light-headed. "Oh, you couldn't be... You don't look 
like that...". She barely finished her words. Her head was all of a sudden 
spinning, she had difficulty remaining on her feet. As she descended into 
unconsciousness, she barely heard Archer's words from a far away:

"You wish, little one, you wish..."

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