“The bitch likes it.” He told his compatriots.
Trey slipped his thumb inside her tight asshole, and Brandy leaned forward. She had only given her ass to a few men, and rarely at that. Brandy pushed back and felt Trey batter her womb once again, but it made him moan and speed up his thrusting. Soon he was grunting and his cock was pulsing inside her pussy as he filled her with a gobs of thick seed. When Trey pulled out thick strings of cum trailed from his cock to Brandy’s cunt.
It was a relief to not have a cock inside her. Brandy trembled in fear, but lay on the bed. The ache inside her pussy would go away now. The girl was stunned by the violence, the pain. She didn’t move or speak.
“God-DAMN that was hot, better than any porn movie!” Her father was grinning. He was dressed once again now that the show was over. The two black men grinned evilly as well.
“You’re some kind of fucked up, man.” Trey said shaking his head.
Her father didn’t really know how to respond, so he stayed quiet. Andre laughed, loudly. Light reflected on his gold chains. Trey’s fist lashed out quick and caught Brandy’s dad on the side of the head. He crumpled to his knees and Andre kicked him in the stomach.
“NO! Don’t!” Brandy shouted and began crying again.
Trey and Andre pummeled the smaller man until he stopped moving. He gave a low groan. Trey grabbed Brandy by the arm.
Get up bitch, and get dressed.” He pulled the shaking girl up roughly.
She looked at her father, he was breathing but very shallowly.
“Please let me help him.” She begged.
Trey pulled her down the hall while Andre stooped and went through her father’s wallet. She saw him take a huge roll of bills before Trey pulled her out of sight. Trey shoved Brandy into her bedroom.
“Get some clothes on and hurry the fuck up.”
His voice quavered, the violence seemed to have made Trey nervous.
Brandy trembled as she dressed. She pulled on panties and jeans, dug out a seldom wore bra and put it on. She threw on a loose t shirt and her old sneakers. She was certain they were going to kill her. They were going to take her somewhere and dump her body in the woods where no one would find it. Andre loomed in the doorway, he had a pistol in his hand and a hard look in his eye.
“You’re coming with us little girl. If you scream for help or try to run away, I’ll shoot you and I’ll shoot anyone who comes to help you, got it?”
“Please I won’t tell the cops, I won’t tell anyone, I promise. Just leave me alone, please.” Brandy begged, her voice shook as bad as her abused body.
“Shut the fuck up bitch. All I want to hear out of you is ‘Yes sir’ and ‘No sir’. Got it?” Andre growled.
“Yes sir.” Brandy whispered meekly.
Trey grabbed her by the arm again and pulled her out of her bedroom, thru the living room and out the door. She followed with her head hung, eyes down. Trey shoved her into the backseat of the SUV and sat next to her, his hand on her thigh. Andre drove, backing out of the gravel drive and onto the paved road. The only home Brandy had ever know grew smaller and smaller as Andre sped up. He turned right at the intersection and she lost sight of the single wide. She didn’t know if her father was dead or alive, she hoped he was alive even though he had brought this on both of them. He was a flawed man, hooked on painkillers and pornography, he had shown her very little affection that wasn’t sexual, but he had paid the bills and kept food on the table with no help since she was six. He had been angered when he found out her uncle had molested her, but afterwards he began to view her sexually as well and had went further than her uncle ever had. Brandy was still silent as the minutes passed slowly. Gradually she began to realize they were headed toward Knoxville. She had been there a few times, mostly when she was in high school. It was a huge city, and was overwhelming at first. She knew there was a lot of black people there, and there were gang shootings on the news. She didn’t know anyone there, and only knew a few areas. She would be totally lost and alone, at the mercy of two brutal men. Her heart sank and tears ran down her face as the miles rolled past.
3
“Brandy! Get in here now!” Marcus’ voice boomed from the den.
Brandy stood and limped slightly as she walked from the bed to the door. The dark haired Russian girl gave her a look of sympathy, but Brandy knew the girl was glad it was her being called this time. Brandy was always glad when they chose Sveta over her. Her pussy was sore inside, it hurt when she walked or went to the bathroom. She was in a thin pair of panties and a white tank top. She needed clean clothes but was showered and shaved all over. The den was across the hall from her and Sveta’s room. She straightened up, trying to show as little pain in her movements as possible. Trey stood at the door, a pistol in his waistband. When he smiled at her, Brandy saw his eyes were red. What she wouldn’t give for a huge joint right now. He opened the door and she went thru. Brandy was very aware of how tiny she was around these men.
As large as Andre was, Marcus was bigger. He was over forty, kept his hair cropped close, and wore a thin goatee. He looked like a sitcom character, maybe a favorite uncle to the star of the show. If this was tv he would be flashy but worldly wise, tough but kind. In reality any kindness in Marcus had died long ago. He enjoyed hurting people, girls especially. He viewed people as either tools or commodities, and if that meant selling other human beings or killing them, it was just business to Marcus.
Beside him was Vlad. Brandy was sure that wasn’t his real name, who would name their kid Vlad? She thought she had heard that was Dracula’s real name at one point. He DID look like Dracula, if the Count had decided to take massive quantities of steroids and joined the WWE instead of the ranks of the undead. He was dressed in his black suit, with his black hair slicked back. His hairline even had the widow’s peak, and it reminded Brandy of a cartoon vampire she had watched as a kid. He was brown skinned, and had a thick goatee as black as his hair. He spoke with an accent that Brandy had been told was Russian, and she supposed that sounded right. Vlad loomed over her like the spectre of doom, Marcus sat on the sofa. The giant Russian looked her over a brief moment and moved toward her. With hands the size of hams he pulled her shirt up and off. Brandy wiggled her hips and her panties slid down her thin legs and to the floor. The monster hauled her to a cluttered desk and bent her over it, belly down. Brandy braced herself as she heard him undressing. When his fingers gripped her hips she gave an involuntary whimper. After Andre and Trey had raped her, Brandy thought she knew pain. That was until Vlad.
Vlad gave a guttural laugh and slowly pushed his massive cock inside Brandy’s abused cunt. She felt herself tense, it was impossible not to. It was agony already. Tears ran down her cheeks and her beautiful face contorted in agony. Brandy shut her eyes and clenched her teeth. Vlad thrust deeper into her and she cried out. Behind her the huge Russian gave a satisfied grunt and began to pound into her. Brandy tried to brace her slender body but there was no use, no way to lessen the pain of this cruelty. She whimpered and shouted in agony when the pain was too intense to bear silently. Vlad grasped her thin wrists and pinned her arms behind her back, one of his titan hands able to hold both her wrists tightly. Brandy endured the pain, endured the violation, because there was nothing else she could do.
She felt her mind beginning to break, it was more than submission now, it was a darkness that had started small but grew a little more each day. With every act of cruelty, every time she wanted to beg her captors for mercy but held her tongue, every time she prayed they would pick Sveta instead of her, the darkness grew, soon it would consume her and she would give her body to this life, this abuse. She would begin to enjoy it, or even go mad and be a raving gibbering thing given over to the basest desires. Brandy twisted under the weight and thrusting, she was sobbing openly now. It seemed a long time before Vlad came inside her. His big hand released her wrists and he pulled out of her pussy. Her muscles trembled, fear had become second nature to Brandy over the two weeks since she had been taken by Andre and Trey. She lay there until she was confident her legs could hold her before she stood. Once again she hung her head, eyes on the floor. Meekness had kept them from beating her. She recalled the defiant girl who had been brought in a week ago, and the terrible things that Vlad and Marcus had done to her. In the end her defiance had only brought her blood, and Brandy could still hear her screaming and begging sometimes before she slept. Meekness had kept her and Sveta alive, raped, barely fed, abused beyond the limits of sanity at times, but alive.
“Can I go?’ She whispered.
Marcus hooked his thumb toward the door and barely looked at her. She scooped her panties and shirt from the floor and walked on shaky legs to the door. Trey let her out and he swatted her ass hard as she limped back to the room where she and Sveta were kept. It was lightless aside from a bare bulb in the ceiling and adjacent bath, the windows were boarded shut to keep them from escaping. Sveta gave her a concerned look as Brandy crossed the room to her bed. It was small, a kid’s bed, uncomfortable and dirty. There were dark stains that might have been blood and some that definitely were cum. Brandy didn’t bother to dress, she lay in her side, back to the door and the other girl and pulled her knees to her small chest.
She didn’t cry, she was deep in thought. About the past, about how evil people can be. She had never been a good person, and in truth had never tried to be. She had been young when her uncle first molested her, and if she was truthful she had liked it sometimes, and other times she had just let him do what he wanted without really resisting. She had lost her virginity a few years later. A rich girl had moved on a boy she liked, and she thought that letting him fuck her would put that snooty little bitch in her place, and it had. Part of her felt like she deserved this, this was the punishment she got for a casual attitude about sex, for using her body to get what she wanted and to play games with people. Another part of her felt it was just shitty luck and her dad’s addictions, not some kind of karmic episode.
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