THE TIME OF HER LIFE (2/2) (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. * * * * * * * * * * * * * 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 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Archer watched in amusement as her victim made grunting sounds. She was still unconscious but slowly coming to herself. She had been asleep for more than ten hours; it was now nearing noon time. The man threw Sarah's wallet aside - he didn't care much about who she used to be: She was now Archer's little fuckthing. He decided it was time for the sleeping beauty to wake up. He knew he'd have to leave in a few hours and he wanted to break in his new toy. He grabbed the hose that was connected to the water pump, not worrying about the stone floor of his basement getting wet. Sarah presented an extremely sexy sight to her captor, in the position he had arranged her into just half-an-hour ago. Sarah was hanging upside-down; two leather cuffs attached her ankles to a spreader-bar which was connected to the ceiling with a short chain. Sarah's body was dangling in the air, suspended from the ceiling, rotating slowly with each tiny move. The teenager was completely nude, her most private parts on display obscenely. Her carefully trimmed pussy and shapely buttocks were exposed most glaringly in the upside-down position that kept her waist at the eye-sight level. Her legs were spread so wide that her muscles were pulled taut underneath her silky skin. Her elbows were bound behind her back by a leather strap that clamped them tightly together, her large breasts thrusting proudly from her body. It seemed, even the gravity could not tame her rebellious breasts, which jutted forward despite her unnatural position. She was gagged with another leather strap so that she was unable to talk but would still amuse her captor with her screams. The ice-old water hit Sarah suddenly with force, bringing her back to consciousness with a shock filled yelp. Archer watched in amusement as the girl slowly regained her composure. He continued assaulting her body with the cold water - it made her skin ever more sensitive, which fit Archer's plans; and it was a cruel way to wake up the little princess. She was now frantically looking around, trying in despair to comprehend what was going on. The situation slowly downed on Sarah. The pleasant man from last night had drugged her and... she realized her nudity which put a new shade of red on her angelic face. She'd always been extremely shy and scared of being naked in front of other people. Now, to her horror, she slowly realized not only was she naked but bound severely and suspended upside down, her legs spread wide, her body dangling in the air. Rolling her eyes over in fear, she made out Archer with the hose in his hand, giving her an icy shower, sending shivers down her spine. Panic hit Sarah. She was trapped. The immediate feeling of shame, still existing, was overwhelmed with a sudden surge of extreme fear and helplessness. Never having been bound up before or gagged she began to panic and struggle moving her body to free herself - to no avail. The blood was rushing into her face and head, making her feel completely helpless and vulnerable; which she was. "You see my sweet innocent, albeit stupid, little girl; this is not some safe peaceful suburb. In this city you can't trust anyone; especially a pretty little thing like you should never trust a sadistic pervert like me! Oh my dear, you should see how attractive you look when you're in fear, with your pretty eyes getting all big, your face red as a rose - is that fear or shame? Both perhaps... You'll look even more delicious when in pain. I know. You're but my latest victim. That's why I built this little dungeon." Sarah's eyes darted around, noticing in terror all the paraphernalia on the walls; whips, canes, iron things... "Of course, I usually have to plan ahead and carefully abduct my victims - not every young attractive woman is clueless enough to show up at my door in the middle of the night!" Archer walked over to the wall, grabbing one of his favorite cat-o-nine- tails. He also a grabbed a pair of small nipple clamps and leather ropes. He kneeled down to reach Sarah's breasts, giving the girl the same pleasant smile from the night before. He began to loop Sarah's huge breasts tightly. To her horror, they soon stood out like twin- melons, hard and firm. Her breast skin was stretched. She moaned loudly through her gag, while her tits began to turn a red color. As a final insult, Archer attached the nipple-clamps, enjoying the terrorized look on Sarah's face. Her tits would make a great target. He swished the crop in the air, getting ready for the spectacle. "I am going to do very nasty things to you my innocent sweet... Why you may wonder? Just because it gives me pleasure. It's your punishment for being so beautiful, and so naive. In a way, it's justice: For all the men you frustrated, all the women you depressed with your beauty in your young life. But no matter. It really is for my sadistic enjoyment!!" Archer began circling around the scared girl, letting her fear and panic build slowly almost to the level of insanity. A few moments of suspense passed before Sarah felt the first crack of the whip on her ass. Three more blows came in quick succession, biting into her tender flesh. Her painful shrieks only gave Archer a bigger hard-on as he proceeded with landing more blows to the stretched out female body in his possession. The position she was bound into made very easy targets of her pussy and buttocks which was soon covered with angry red welts. Archer expertly targeted her most sensitive areas, even getting her proudly jutting breasts. Sarah was rotating in the air with each strike, her body was covered in sweat, her pleas went unheard, unlike her screams which filled the room. "You see, my sweet little thing, soon you'll understand... you belong to me... body, mind and soul. You will let go off your free will to be my eternal slave. I know, it sounds crazy now. But you'll see. Believe me, training a naive little bitch like you is easier than training a wild horse. Soon, you'll worship me. You'll lick the ground I walk on. You'll eat my shit if I tell you to. It will feel so natural: You were meant to be somebody else's property!" After a long session of playing with his new toy, Archer almost felt as exhausted as Sarah. He checked his watch. He had to go out for a few hours. But he was sure to leave his pretty captive quite busy while he was gone. He had to make Sarah pass out again, a task he quickly accomplished with a cotton soaked in chloroform. He brought the unconscious girl down. He first removed the spreader-bar, and then the bonds around her breasts: He wanted the girl's firm tits to be free and jiggling for what he had in mind. Archer looked at the his "punishment chair" with pride: It looked like an electric chair, featuring a number of handcuffs, and a giant permanent metal dildo right on the seat. It was Archer's own design, produced to put his female victims in the most humiliating positions. The cuffs were open at the time: They locked automatically when the electric switch on the chair was turned on. The metal penis was in inhumane proportions. The chair had a sophisticated weight-censor. It could detect whether the victim on the chair was doing what was required of her: Bouncing up and down on the metal cock. Soon, Sarah was placed on the chair, seated onto the giant fixtured dildo. Her wrists were attached to a pair of handcuffs located at the backside of the chair, once again bringing her arms together behind her back, forcing her breasts forward like an obscene offering. Her legs, however, were thrown over the arms of the chair on both sides and there was a cuff on each arm of the chair, designed to lock around her knees. Her lower-legs were dangling from each side of the chair. The chair forced her into a very lewd position of legs wide apart and pushed up, her chest thrusting ahead and her torso mostly supporting her body with the giant metal cock drilled into her pussy. Even in this position she had significant leeway in moving her body up and down, which was the idea: So that she could fuck herself on the manmade cock up and down. Archer turned on the switch and the cuffs locked around the girl's wrists and ankles. It took only a few moments for the electric current to hit the helpless girl and she jumped like a wild animal, awaking from her unconscious state in a most cruel fashion. He allowed for a few moments for her to realize her new situation. After enduring her torment for a while in a trial-and-error fashion, Sarah instinctively figured out how to avoid the painful current, moving her body up and down. Archer watched the girl's desperate urgency and humiliation in amusement. Sarah was bucking on the metal cock, moaning loudly under her gag. After a few more shots, she figured the speed required of her, which was very high, and began fucking herself on the chair like a bitch-in-heat. Her legs and arms remained immobile as she made use of her torso in generating her rapid bucking. That was resulting in a huge wiggling in her breasts which jumped up and down every time Sarah fucked herself on the dildo. "I'm glad you're getting acquainted with your punishment chair, little one. I have to step out for a while. But I'll be back in a few hours, and I'll even have a present for you: A nice big dog-collar with your name on it: 'Sarah'. And a leash, too. Would you like that? Jump up and down if you do..." Archer laughed at his own joke. "Oh, I almost forgot: Here is a little accessory for you." Archer brought out a pair of small weights, attached them to the nipple clamps on Sarah - which was a struggle because the girl was bucking up and down constantly. Once he attached the weights, Sarah moaned in pain. The weights swinged freely and as she bucked the pressure placed on her breasts was multiplied. "There you go! Now you look delicious. I'll be gone now - but you won't be alone." He opened the curtain on the wall that faced Sarah's chair. A mirror wall was revealed. Now, Sarah could watch herself fucking the giant dildo in despair, and see for herself how obscene and pathetic she looked. The fact that she had to stare at her own nude body, watch herself performing this lewd act, multiplied her humiliation. Archer laughed: "But the best thing is, my little one, this is a one-sided mirror: There is a video-camera behind the mirror. For the preservation of this amusing performance of course; but more to the point, to broadcast it!! You see, the camera is linked to a handful of live-porn websites, little one. I'm sure there will be plenty of men jerking off to your sight. They'll think you are a paid actress of course, but a very good one at that, huh?" Archer laughed at the red color of shame on his captive's face. This was the most fun he had in a long time. He walked out of the basement hearing the grunts and moans from Sarah who kept bouncing desperately despite her shame, doing her best to avoid the shots. Her firm breasts were bouncing merrily. Her head was shaking, whipping her silky hair backwards and forwards across her sweaty red face... * * * * * * * * * * * * * Mayor Giuliani was on the steps of the City Hall, blasting away at the horrible news: "I make a promise to New Yorkers, Con Ed will pay for this act of recklessness. This is the last time this irresponsible company will be able to inflict a blackout on our great City. The figures are not in, but even now, minutes after the cut of the electricity, we can safely estimate that the final cost will run in the millions. Con Ed is responsible for this and New Yorkers should have no doubt I intend to bring this company to justice..." Sarah had been dancing on the metal cock for an hour when the blackout hit. Her entire body was washed in sweat, her hair was sticking to her face, she was on the verge of a third orgasm. Lifting her body up and then slamming down, facing the mirror and the camera behind it, had become a heavy work-out. But she got a jolt ever rarely which sprang her body back to attention, renewing her despair. But it all stopped all of a sudden. The light in the basement died off suddenly, the cuffs got unlocked. Sarah stopped her movement in surprise, sat still all of a sudden. The expected electrical jolt did not come. The exhausted girl could not comprehend what was going on for a few moments. It dawned on her only slowly that she was completely free - even the cuffs had been unlocked when disconnected from electricity. Archer's chair wasn't a perfect design afterall. The scared girl contemplated what to do only for a few seconds. She jumped to her feet, searching around for her clothes in the dark. She had seen them tossed at a corner, even her wallet laid near them. After searching for a while in the dark, she located her belongings. She was still shaking in pain and shock but some sensible part of her mind had taken control of everything, directing Sarah, knowing all the reflections and emotional breakdown could be handled at a later, safer time. She just had to get out of this hellhole! * * * * * * * * * * * * * Sarah was back on the streets of Queens, wondering around in despair, looking for a way to get to safety. Even in the late afternoon this particular neighborhood looked very dangerous; scary people - for Sarah mostly blacks - roaming all around. The blackout had thrown Queens into a frenzy, people seemed to be rushing to their homes scared of a riot that might break any moment, gangs taking over the streets with even greater ease. Sarah, desperate to get away, finally spotted a public phone, at the end of a narrow dark alley. She literally ran to the phone, locking herself into the booth. She was disappointed to see no yellow pages. She dialed 411 in urgency, waiting impatiently for the operator. She got the number. She was shifting from one leg to another in her anxiety as the phone rang on the other end: "No lady, we don't have any cabs right now. It's the frickin' blackout". Sarah cursed into the phone. She had to try other companies. She needed change. She turned around, stepping out of the phone booth. That's when she knew how exactly the runaway lamb that found herself in the midst of a wolf-pack felt. She was faced with a dozen young black men, obviously gang-members. They were looking at her with an ill-will that did not require any verbal expressions. They slowly marched towards her with the absolute confidence of unchecked power. There was an unspoken acknowledgment of the situation: Sarah was completely helpless, with nowhere to run, no one to help her, no mercy to be spared. They slowly inched towards her: "Look what we got here, bro?" "Scared little white girl in the hood!" "You got lost, bitch?" Sarah was barely able to remain on her two feet by now. Her whole body was shaking in fear. She looked around like a trapped dear, looking, begging for a way out. There was none. They jumped on her like animals. She was grabbed, and thrown on the pavement in no time. They ripped away her clothes despite all her futile kicking, screaming and fighting. Her begging and pleading only encouraged her attackers. Soon, she was spread naked on the ground available for all the gang members' enjoyment. Quickly, one young black man positioned himself between her spread-out legs and plunged into her pussy, drawing a dreadful scream from the suburban girl. He began pounding her delicious white flesh while his gang-brothers cheered. For these youths, nothing was more fun than capturing a privileged little white girl to be raped and humiliated, to be savagely abused in the name of racial revenge. Who was once proud was now enslaved in a deserted alley, subject to every whim of the very people she snubbed all her life. As Sarah's calls for help, cries and screams continued, so did the brutal rape. One black man replaced another, one after another, black cocks stretched her abused pussy to its limits, rough hands grabbed her much appreciated tits, mauling and molding them, the tongues of her rapists' darted into her mouth cutting off her pathetic pleas. It was maybe after the fifth guy that somebody suddenly grabbed the girl by the hair pulling her to her knees. "Is this Faggot your boyfriend?" asked the black guy holding Bailey's picture which used to be in Sarah's wallet: "What a little wimp!! I bet the whitey would love to see all the things we're doing to his precious little girlfriend!" His friends joined his amusement with their laughter. "Now, Cunt, I want a blow-job. But a thousand times better than what you do for this limp-dick white faggot. Think of it like the SATs." He took out a huge gun: "Only more serious. If you don't pass, you get your brains spilled out all over the place! You understand, whore?" Sarah nodded her head in utter fear. "You understand?" he screamed, bitch-slapping the girl. "Yes" replied Sarah. He hit her again, this time with the butt of the gun, drawing a little blood from her nose. "Call me 'Master' white whore". "Yes, Master" Sarah said in terror. "Now, lick my cock bitch, up and down". Sarah opened her mouth in dread, her sexy pink tongue darting out. She began licking the rock-hard black cock right in front of her face, her tongue traveling alongside the giant manhood up and down. To her, it seemed oral rape was the worst sort of rape: It required her active participation. The gang member watched in satisfaction, drinking in the girl's complete humiliation. He loved the contrast of his blackness with his victim's white skin, he loved the look of shame on Sarah's angelic face. "Enough" he barked. "Now take it in, bitch. And you'd better give me the blowjob of your life or I'll kill you. You'd better know how to use your tongue." Sarah sucked his cock with her best effort, trying to use every trick she'd heard of, licking the underside of the black cock all the while sucking on it like a vacuum. "Come on, whore" he sneered. "You'd better deep throat me, now!". Soon, Sarah's pretty face was buried in the black man's pubic hair, his cock raping her throat while she made all kinds of desperate gagging sounds - much to the enjoyment of the gang. After a few minutes of invading Sarah's throat, he was no longer able to hold it. His black jism exploded into her mouth, some of it dripping from the corner of her mouth. Others wanted to try her mouth, as well. Soon Sarah was placed on all fours so that one Brother could fuck her from behind while she gave a blow job to another. Sarah's rape in the alley continued for hours. The gang members all drank beer, and did crack, laughing and chatting while Sarah was being raped by their friends. They all went for seconds and thirds; they did everything they could to her: At one point, one decided to sodomize the suburban princess, Sarah's painful screams and pleadings making it so much fun that, in short order, others were lined up to ram their cocks into her shapely ass. She was then forced to clean their cocks in complete revulsion. Some made her hold her breasts together and fucked her between her breasts, instructing the broken girl to lick the cock-head with each push, spraying their cumm on her innocent face. She had been raped into unconsciousness and brought back several times when, in her half-conscious state, she noticed some commotion. All of a sudden guns erupted. She screamed in a new wave of terror as blood came gushing out of the guy raping her. When she was finally able to observe her surroundings, there were dead bodies in the alley. Most of them were the black guys who had been raping her. Somebody grabbed her by the hair, announcing "a white bitch". It was a dark skinned Asian pulling her hair. Sarah realized none of the black gang members were left: They were either gone or killed. Instead she was surrounded by what seemed to be a Chinese gang. They pushed her nude body towards a van. She saw one of them kicking a dead body. "Nobody fucks with us, Nigger". They quickly threw Sarah into the Van, they jumped in and the Van sped away. Now, on the verge of madness, having crawled over to the edge of the vehicle, Sarah asked in despair: "Please let me go. Will you rape me? No more, please..." "No way bitch" answered one of the guys. "You've had nigger cock in you. None of us would come close to you. You ain't worth nothing, except for whoring." * * * * * * * * * * * * * When the Chinatown sex-ring was busted by Cops, Sarah had been there for two weeks. She didn't even know where she actually was, except that it was an underground brothel where the girls were much prettier than average: There was a reason for this; most of them were not willing partners in this sex commerce. Sarah was given a cell-like room. She was fed and clothed, she had a bathroom and a shower. And she'd learned that disobedience was painful. After a few sessions with the cane, she had been willing to fuck anything that walked the earth. She had served countless men; the Asians, blacks, whites, tourists... The brothel was especially popular with the local Chinese businessmen and shop owners who took an extra kick from fucking innocent white girls. Sarah was in the precinct answering questions, finally so close to the end of her never-ending nightmare: "So, you're saying you are actually not a hooker?" asked the Police officer questioning Sarah. He had a heavy Italian accent, and he was checking out Sarah's figure much too carefully for her liking. "I find that rather difficult to believe. I'll have to book you in. You can make your case to the Judge the day after tomorrow." "Sir, please" pleaded Sarah in despair. "You can't... I'm so sorry.. I told you, I was forced!". She looked at the other Cop who seemed a bit nicer. "Yeah, yeah... That's what you hookers always say." "Please, don't... I want to go back to my family..." "Hmmmm..." The officer pretended to be deliberating. "Maybe I can let you go..." Sarah's eyes opened wide. "Please, Sir..." "...If you give a couple of freebies to me and my partner..." "What?" "You heard me..." "How... how can you be so corrupt? Have you no conscious?" The girl shook in anger. "Hey, this is New York! It ain't no Vatican. But fine, If you don't wanna deal, your call! You'll be arraigned first thing tomorrow..." "No, please...". Sarah got on her knees, resigned to her fate. She heard a couple zippers being pulled down as she prepared herself to do what she had mastered over the last two weeks. * * * * * * * * * * * * * Sarah walked in to Bailey's room. "Hi, love" she said with her usual cheer. "Did you miss me?". She had been back home for a while, and after days of secret therapy, counseling and emotional recovery, she felt like she was finally ready to see her boyfriend - the one person she could always count on. "Hi love!" smiled Bailey. "How was New York?" "Oh... great... I'm sorry I couldn't really search for my father, but I was so anxious to get back". "Hmm, were you? I got a surprise for you..." "You do!" "Yeesss..." Bailey suddenly grabbed his girlfriend, and in an instant he was on top of her, tying her wrist and gagging her with a red-ball. Once he was done putting Sarah into a hog-tie, he was ready to proceed with his surprise: "You see, honey" he turned to Sarah whose eyes were almost out of her eye-sockets in shock, "couple weeks ago, I was on the Internet, searching for some porn to spend time with, you know, since you weren't around... And you wouldn't believe what I came across!" From where she lay, Sarah could see the images on Bailey's computer screen: The unmistakable images of her self-fucking in Archer's basement. "Now, isn't this something, honey? I just had to download it. I had no idea you were such a great actress! And look at how much fun you had, all bound like that! I personally lost count of how many orgasms you had!!" Bailey walked over to Sarah, sitting beside her. "But don't you worry darling... I decided we'll play lots of games like this, seeing how much you get into it! You'll have many more orgasms... Now, would you like to see my new toys?" * * * * * * * * * * * * *