“Owwww!” she moaned.
When Andre spoke, his voice was deep and powerful. “Where is the bedroom?” He asked.
“At the end of the hall.” Her father answered. There was a bit of nerves in his voice.
“Daddy please!” Brandy called as the huge man pulled her down the narrow hallway. She looked over her shoulder, the thinner man was following and her dad was behind him.
Andre opened the door and turned on the light. Brandy always hated her dad’s room. The bed was huge and very nice, she had slept on the same bed since she was ten years old. His walls were covered with framed posters of muscle cars with women in bikinis either bent over or laying on them. She noticed the huge Confederate flag had been taken down recently, the bare spot it left was immediately noticeable. Everything in the room was sleazy, from the plum colored silk sheets to the red shade on the bedside lamp. Andre shoved her toward the bed and she turned to look at him. He was at least six foot. Brandy weighed 102lbs, and she guessed than Andre was at least 280lbs, all of it muscle. She looked at him defiantly.
“Strip.” he said. It wasn’t a request.
Her heart pounded harder, there was no escape. The hallway was blocked and the windows were all closed. If one had been open, in her panic she maybe could have gotten through the narrow opening and put some distance between the men and herself, but there was no hope of that now.
“Just do it Brandy.” Her father said.
There was annoyance in his voice, as if she were a willful child and he was the exasperated parent. In his mind, maybe that was what this was. Without warning Andre took a step forward and raised his massive hand. It collided with the side of Brandy’s face, rocking her entire body. Tears welled in her eyes and for a moment her knees were wobbly. She clutched her face and looked up slowly. In a flurry of movement Andre grabbed her by the neckline of her tank top and was pushing her back toward the bed. Panic driven adrenaline surged through Brandy then and she lashed out, kicking and scratching harder than a girl her size should have been capable of. Her fear fueled screams sounded wild, feral. Her father and the other man were shaken by the sound and stepped back. Despite her thrashing and fighting, Andre was still a mountain of a man and didn’t lose his nerve easily. He pressed the skinny girl to the bed and slapped her face again, harder this time. She went limp and moaned. Brandy felt huge, hard finger cruelly wrap around her throat and squeeze. She couldn’t breathe and her arms and legs seemed unable to move, the adrenaline had left her burnt out and her muscled burned like she had just finished exercising. She felt her top being torn away, her pale skin and small breasts exposed. She gagged and choked from lack of air and felt the hand move away. Now her thin yoga pants were being stripped down, along with her panties. Gasping for air, Brandy still tried to twist her hips to cover herself but didn’t resist when firm hands rolled her back and splayed her legs wide.
“Damn, look and that pussy. Nice and smooth too.” It was the thinner man. He ran long, rough fingers over her pink lips.
“Yeah Trey.” They bigger man said with satisfaction in his voice.
Brandy looked up at the two men, they were going to rape her, hurt her. How far would it go? How could her father watch this happen? She knew he kept a pistol somewhere in his room, why didn’t he help her?
Andre was undressing, muscles rippled under his dark skin. His chest was massive and sculpted, waxed to show off every detail. He tossed his tank top aside and stripped down to his brightly colored boxers, the yellow and red stripes contrasting against his skin. When he pulled down his boxers Brandy gasped. His cock was enormous, bigger than she really thought possible on a man, despite having saw huge cocks in porno movies since she was young. Andre’s cock was already hard, thicker than her forearm and almost as long. He grinned cruelly, much how a wolf might before sinking its teeth into something small and helpless.
“That’s 11 inches bitch. Ever had something that big in your little white cunt?”
Brandy tried to back up, but fear held her in place. Trey was undressing now as well. His torso and arms were covered in tattoos, strange sayings and symbols that she had never saw before. His cock was huge as well, longer than Andre’s and almost as thick. Andre grabbed her ankle and pulled her ass to the edge of the bed, then pulled her into a sitting position by her hair. Both men’s huge dark cocks were in her face now. “You’d better start sucking, white girl.” Andre growled. His hand was on the back of her head, forcing her slowly forward. Brandy was trembling inside, she had never been this scared before. She didn’t think of herself as racist but would never willingly be with a black man. This was the rural South and old taboos died hard.
She stretched her mouth open as wide as she could, the massive piece of meat barely fit. Brandy flicked her tongue across the head and she kissed the tip of Andre’s manhood lovingly. She cupped his smooth balls with one hand and twisted gently as her lips worked the head. She sucked and bobbed her head back and forth, unable to take more than a few inches in her mouth. Andre’s strong hand kept her in place and after a few minutes she felt Trey put her free hand on his cock. She curled her fingers around him and began to stroke him as he swelled. Brandy worked on instinct, not thinking about what she was doing, just doing it. The meekness that came natural to her had taken over and guided her actions. She was just there to please these strong men, if she let them use her they wouldn’t hurt her.
“But they are hurting you.” A tiny naggling voice said. She quickly silenced it. She began to twist her hand as she jerked Trey’s cock. He was fully hard now and throbbing. Andre’s hand pushed her head down further, forcing more of the huge cock into her mouth. Her jaw stretched painfully and she hit the uttermost limit of what she could take. He pulled away and Trey stepped in his place. Younger and cockier, Trey jammed his cock into her mouth, hurting her. He tried to force more inside the small mouth than she could possibly take and Brandy tried to pull away. Trey laughed, a high pitched giggle that was almost demonic. He held her in place and grinned. “Don’t try to get away baby, suck it.” Tray said and laughed again. Brandy tried her best but was in pain. She was too petite to be expected to take their massive cocks, but they expected her to. Finally Trey pulled out of her mouth, Brandy leaned forward and drooled the foul taste out of her mouth and tried to breath.
“This little bitch can’t suck cock for shit.” Trey said angrily.
He slapped her face, the same side that Andre had struck earlier. Brandy yipped and tried to cover her face with her thin arms. He struck her again in disgust. Then Andre pushed her back and was spreading her legs. Her eyes grew wide, Brandy knew what was coming and tried to twist away but Andre was too strong and his weight was on top of her. He held her thighs, his massive hands gripping her painfully. His thick black cock pushed against her delicate pink pussy lips, parting them as he forced his way in. Brandy clawed at the sheets and tears welled in her eyes.
“Please stop! Please no, don’t!” She begged and pleaded as the fat dick opened her up.
She had never felt anything like it. Brandy had been filled by a cock before, but nothing like this, he was stretching her and the pain was almost unbearable. Tears ran down her cheeks and she tried to twist her hips, but was being held in place. Andre almost had his entire 11 inches buried in her when he pulled out slowly and started to thrust. He grunted like a bull in pleasure. Brandy screamed. She had done things sexually when she didn’t want too, mostly with her father or uncle, and she had done things just to keep a boy interested or make another girl jealous, but this was rape, this was pain, this was violation. Andre lunged into her now, every thrust hurt more than the last and she thought she felt a trickle of blood but couldn’t be sure. Despite it all she was wet, wetter than she had been in a long time. Even though there was no physical pleasure in this, mentally Brandy knew that this was a woman’s place, her place, and it made her wet despite the pain. The thrust came rougher now, Andre’s hand wrapped around her throat but didn’t squeeze this time. He bucked into her pussy too deep, Brandy quivered in pain. The second time she flinched. His cock was bumping her cervix brutally. She screamed again and Andre arched his back to go even deeper. Brandy twisted her head to the side and saw her father, he was nude from the waist down and jerking his cock, his knees bent and his mouth open in a groan. Andre was going faster, his cock shooting thick, potent seed deep inside Brandy’s unprotected pussy. He pulled away from her after a moment and looked down at the tiny eighteen year old in disgust.
Brandy didn’t move until Trey put his hands on her narrow hips. He rolled her over, onto her belly. Brandy knew he wanted her in doggy-style, the sight of her father enjoying her rape and pain had taken away her will to resist. At this point she just wanted it over with. She got into the familiar position but Trey forced her face to the mattress.
“Keep that fucking head down bitch. What you thinking?” he snarled.
His fingers dug into Brandy’s narrow hips as he climbed onto the bed behind her. As painful as Andre had been, Trey was worse. He rammed his cock inside her, purposefully causing her pain. Brandy screamed and cried into the bedding as the psychotic bastard pumped his hips wildly. His demonic giggle brought goosebumps up her spine as he raped her. Brandy’s pussy was stretched and sore, but Trey found new ways of making her hurt. He didn’t fuck her smoothly, but forced his cock inside her at an angle. It ensured Brandy’s tight cunt would be sore for days afterward.
Trey slapped her ass as he fucked her, and held her ass cheeks apart. Brandy hoped that they would be happy with her mouth and pussy, she didn’t know how she could take such massive cocks in her ass, even with lube. The insistent pressure against her cervix was making Brandy sweat and groan. She writhed in the grip of her rapist, and he laughed.
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