Audrey Kim sat in the passenger seat of the car, absently thrumming her fingers against the frame as she watched the terrain pass them by. It was her, the driver, and a couple of the footsoldiers in the back seat. The van wasn't exactly the kind of slick, stylish thing she preferred, but something dull and low profile.
Her eye was caught by a very handsome young slut, walking down the sidewalk outside of a Church. By the near-empty parking lot, nobody was there to see them, and with a quick, opportunistic decision, she spoke up. "Pull over by that guy," she said, and the van soon did so.
Yeah, he was a hottie. Muscular, wearing a tight shirt and even tighter jeans, he turned to her with some curiosity - then a bit of a smile, approaching her quickly. Damn. This was really going to be easy, wasn't it? "Hey, handsome," she said, with a smile. He looked young, younger than her. Maybe not even legal age. There wasn't a trace in his reactions that he was concerned or afraid of her. If anything, the closer he got the more... enthusiastic he seemed about getting even closer. Soon enough, he was actually leaning against the van, hands pressed against the roof.
"Let's cut to the chase," he said, removing his phone, making her frown. "If you want to fuck, I need permission from my girlfriend."
"Ah, I get you," she said. "I don't do guys in relationships, sorry," she lied. She started rolling up the window, and he didn't respond other than a shrug and a step back from the car. The moment the tinted window was up, she snapped her fingers, gesturing to the guys in the back; soon enough, they were dragging him at gunpoint into the car, ducktaping his mouth shut, tying him up. A hot stud like him would fetch a pretty penny on the market, and nobody had been around to see them pull this little caper off.
Too bad about the photo thing. She could've got a slut that eager a lot further from here before he knew to panic. As it was, he struggled against his bindings in the backseat, but couldn't do much more than grunt and groan. The other men just absently chuckled, shaking their heads, occasionally saying how stupid he was, how horny he had to be for Asian pussy, how pathetic he was, and on in that vein. Audrey just took his phone from one of them and started flicking through it. He had a lot of pictures of his girlfriend, some black bitch, and he'd sent her even more photos of himself - some of the lewdest she'd ever seen a guy take of his own volition, pretty much all of them accompanied by a request to come over and visit. Close-ups of his dick, downward shots, upward shots, angles of a wide variety, all showing off a very well-sculpted body and a nice big cock. He shaved, too, by the looks of things.
It was all wasted on some black cunt. She'd show him what real sex was like when they got to their destination - a soundproofed apartment where she'd break in the little prick before sending him off to be sold.
* * *
She had the two footsoldiers stand guard and cuffed the kid to the radiator. "The room's soundproofed," she told him, as she reached for the edge of the ducktape, "but I'll still start smacking the shit out of you if you start screaming, slut." She smirked as she peeled it off, getting some tiny sadistic thrill from the wince and flinch as his skin was drawn back by the movement. "Well, at least that kind of screaming, you know?"
"I get it," he said, his voice quiet.
"Good." With that out of the way, she popped his pants button, unzipping him. She wanted to see his face as she got ready to rape him, and there was surprisingly little in the way of fear or anxiety as she fished his cock out. She expected him to struggle at least a little, or beg, or at the very least whimper, but he just swallowed. There may even have been a bit of anticipation on his face - his hard cock certainly seemed to imply some arousal as it emerged from beneath his briefs, twitching in her grasp. "Look at this thing," she said, stroking it as she stared him dead in the eyes. "Already nice and hard. You want my Asian pussy that bad, huh?"
He remained stoic and silent. Not a whimpering 'no' - common among guys in his position - but it wasn't a yes, either. It felt like a challenge or a dare, to her. Like he wanted her to prove that, deep down, he wanted her Asian pussy. "Hm," she hummed, absently thumbing the tip of his dick. "You know, I know a couple girls who'd love a chance to have a go at a hot young slut like you, free of charge. What do you think? Should I call them?"
"Go ahead. I'm not afraid." He grit his teeth, staring her dead in the eyes. Her sadistic urges got even more inflamed by that, but in a very particular way: she wanted to show this young hottie what he really was, under all the male bravado. Wanted to show him he was nothing more than a hot white slut, meant to get used by Asian cunts. She licked her lips as she took out her phone, eyeing him for any trace of fear on his features.
There wasn't any. He seemed completely calm and perfectly fine with things as they were going, and that really inflamed Audrey still further. "Hey, got a slut that needs some breaking in," she said, keeping an eye on him all the while. "He's a real hottie, you're gonna love breaking in a breeder like this one. Get this - he even had a black girlfriend. Let's make him swear off black pussy for life, alright?"
Not a single one of her words seemed to have any particular effect on him. Oh, he stiffened here and there, but he was seemingly utterly fearless about what was going to happen to him. She called another couple girls, stroking him all the while, and the occasional twitch of his cock in her hands got her ever more excited for the main show. Yes, deep down, this white boy was just a brainless slut, meant for breeding and nothing more, and on some level he knew it. That was why he dressed the way he did, why he sexted his girlfriend in such lewd and degrading terms, because he wanted to be fucked and violated and taught his place.
Audrey felt the warmth in her cheeks, the ever-growing intensity of the wetness in her groin, just thinking about teaching this hot little slut his lesson. She peeled off her own jeans, not even waiting for her three co-rapists to arrive, just slamming her slick cunt down the moment she was half-dressed. He groaned at the sensation, his hard cock twitching inside her. It felt like he was already threatening to explode. Her lips curled into a smirk, and she grasped the base of his shirt, slowly peeling it up, revealing more and more of his bare flesh in the process, the delicious skin and hard muscle serving to make her pant in arousal.
"You are a hot little white slut," she told him, drinking in the look on his face. He was struggling to hold back, not to come right away. "Go ahead and come, come right in my Asian cunt. You'll have a lot of girls to service," she said, whispering the words, "and they won't be satisfied if they're made to just watch me fuck you, you know." His cock twitched inside her again, but he was still holding back. "Oh, you think holding back won't make you a slut? With the way you dress, the things you sent your girlfriend... it's hard for me to believe you're that stupid," she said, absently trailing one finger along his cheek. He shivered at the touch, swallowing loudly. "Come on. Say something, little slut."
"I'll never give in to you," he said, his voice having just a hint of a warble too it, and her pussy tightened around his dick at the small thrill it gave her. She wanted to see this little slut give in so badly now. Wanted to feel him spurt load after load inside her, wanted to make him tell her how much better her tight Asian cunt was than that loose black bitch's he'd been fucking.
She kept pounding him like that, long minutes stretching out, as he grunted and groaned, twitching beneath her. Every time he did, she'd slam herself down on his cock, clench her inner muscles, try to milk an orgasm out of him - but it never quite came. She bit her lip in frustration, increasing her intensity, pounding up and down, and wound up orgasming like that, strangling back a moan as she spasmed on his dick, her back arching awkwardly, her breathing wild as her fingers clawed at his bare chest.
She was still panting in the afterglow when the first of the slut's other rapists arrived, a first generation Japanese girl named Haruki. "Use the slut's mouth, I'm sure he's up for it," Audrey said, wiping at her mouth to mentally recover before beginning to pound him again, thrusting her whole body up and down his length, enjoying the sensations as his length teased every inch of her insides, as he delved deep inside her and made her feel so fucking good.
Haruki was soon pinned to his face, wet sex smearing some of her juices across his features. "Eat me out, you little breeder," she ground out. "And don't you dare fucking bite. This is what you're going to be doing for the rest of your life, eating pussy and fucking. Only fair that I get first dibs, all the work I put in for this gang. We're going to get you strung up on cunt, make you forget you were ever a person, make you think of yourself as a sex toy." Audrey could hear the wet slap of the slut's tongue against Haruki's sex, the noise seeming peculiarly loud in the tight space they all shared.
Haruki just laughed at that, fingers digging into the boy's scalp, turning round to give Audrey a wicked grin. "He's already eating me out, the pathetic little slut."
"It's like he was born for this," Audrey agreed, smiling right back. He let out some muffled noise of argument, but Haruki just ground tighter into his face, shutting him up. It seemed like he wasn't entirely satisfied with being described in those terms. Too bad for him - they were the truth. A boy like him had just been waiting for a girl like her to break him in. She started to ride him again, intensely pumping up and down his now-slick cock, feeling his length go deep, deep inside her.
It felt good. Soon enough, he was pumping up back into her, and in just the right ways, too - every time he did, there'd be a spark of pleasure right up her spine like a lightning bolt, an intense sensation that made her shudder and twitch, biting back a moan. She wanted the slut to come, though. It was important he start to see his real purpose in life: being a cum pump, a cum dispenser, a cum hose. The only thing he'd have to do for the rest of his life was squirt in Asian cunts.
The way he just faintly resisted, the muffled complaints he made into Haruki's cunt, combined with his body's slow acceptance of her pussy as so incredibly wonderful that it was worth betraying his girlfriend just to get a little more... it was getting her real worked up. Her fingers grasped his hips, and she just went at it, pounding into him, meeting his thrusts with her own downward slams.
He wasn't particularly sensitive - it took him another two orgasms on her part before he finally started spraying cum out inside her, and she let out a long sigh at the pleasant sensation. That was the only problem with boys as well-used as him - they were used to pussy, their cocks worn out from getting slammed in too many cunts. It made it sometimes hard for them to come, but that was fine. She rose from his cock, absently pulling back on her pants to rest against a wall and watch the whole awful scene.
He looked over to her, his expression plaintive, as if silently begging her for mercy. She couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculous idea of her giving him mercy. "You're going to be a passed around fucktoy, better get used to it, dildo," she said, absently pressing her heel down against his face, the thrill of arousal it gave her to treat a man like crap incredibly intense, making her almost consider just grinding against his face - but no, she didn't want her clit bitten off. She was the one who'd actually grabbed him, after all. If he was going to commit suicide with a stupid move like that on any of them, it would be her.
Junhui and Sarah arrived soon enough, and they wound up both taking turns grinding against his face. Haruki was pumping herself up and down on him, growing increasingly exhausted as she did so, but by all appearances, he hadn't come inside her. "Fucking, come, you, fuck," she grunted, with increasing frustration. After probably half an hour - it'd only taken maybe ten, fifteen minutes, for her to get him to come - she finally rose from his cock, grunting in frustration. "This slut's a dead fish."
"Came for me," Audrey said, grinning as she did. Haruki just waved her hand dismissively, getting herself dressed quickly, then leaving. Too bad about her sexual inadequacy. Guess not all Asian cunts were created equal - hers was extra special.
Over the course of the next two hours, Junhui and Sarah took turns on his face and his cock, but he didn't come again, only groaning and whimpering, almost pitiful with each passing movement. The guards moved outside. She couldn't blame them. It was pretty disgusting, watching a man so utterly defiled and humiliated like this... at least, unless you were into it, then it was sexy. Occasionally, she'd kick his head, stomp on his face, or even spit on him, call him all kinds of degrading names. She was more than ready for a second round, but she didn't want to interrupt Junhui and Sarah. The more nameless his rapists, the better. If he identified her in particular as his enemy, that was something he could come back from. If he came to see all women as just sex freaks interested in using him like a toy - well, that was exactly the kind of thing you wanted, in a sex slave.
Eventually, it became clear to Junhui and Sarah that he wasn't going to come, and they took off, same as Haruki. She couldn't blame them. Who wanted to fuck a dead fish? Too bad their loose cunts couldn't satisfy the born slut, because it gave her a fresh opportunity to slide herself down his length. She groaned in pleasure as she felt him filling her up, letting out a long, pleasured sigh as she closed her eyes and took him to the base. It felt even better now, all lubed up with other girls' juices. Well-used. She leered down at him, meeting his eyes, daring him to say anything.
He looked away, but there was an ambivalent look on his face now. Not the raw hatred. That pretense had gone, replaced by something all new. It was soon replaced by his eyes clenching shut, his teeth gritting, as he strained not to come inside her for a second time. It didn't take two minutes for him to fail, and she felt that sweet, sweet physical sign of submission as it sprayed all over her wet sex. "What, were you just waiting for me, cum pump?" She licked her lips, drinking in the look on his face, the expression of meek submission, and she rose from his cock for just a second to grab his smartphone, turning it on to record as she settled back down on his still-twitching dick. "Say what you are now," she commanded, staring him dead in the eyes.
"I'm..." he swallowed, the last little tangle of resistance fading from his eyes. It sent her such a thrill she actually wound up coming right then and there, spasming in ecstasy atop him, her cunt squeezing down on his dick tight. She felt him inside her, the way he twitched, the way he was clearly looking forward to spraying his next load inside her. She licked her lips, leering down at him, as she came down, nonverbally urging him to continue. "I'm a cumpump," he said, almost dismally pathetic, as if he'd completely given up on being a human being. Which was good. So delicious. So delightful.
"That's right," she said, leering down on him, starting to pound up and down now, with raw intensity. "You're never gonna fuck a black cunt in your life again, right? Your little girlfriend, she's gone. Might as well not exist as far as you're concerned."
His lips warbled on his face, some tiny part of him wanting to stay loyal, and watching it get crushed by the rest made her spasm in another orgasm. She worried she might be coming off as too much of a quickshot here, but then she realized it didn't matter, this was a cumpump and nobody was watching, she could spray her juices all over his dick as fast as she liked and no one would care.
"I'm never going to fuck a black pussy again. Sorry, Sophia, my cock belongs to Asian cunts now," he said, staring directly into the phone. She actually moaned at that, the eroticism of the moment so intense that it brought her to the edge of orgasm again. She had been the one to ultimately bring this little slut down to size, to turn him into nothing but a human dildo, and she felt as his hips bucked up into her, the brainless slut happy to enjoy her pussy. "I'm just a whore now, nothing but a fucktoy for Asian pussies. You should forget about me."
She bit her lip at that, restraining the urge to just send the video to Sophia right now. She kept up the recording for a while longer, making sure to record his every lewd response, occasionally shifting the camera down towards her pelvis; she only stopped recording and put the phone down after several minutes of dirty talk form her now-broken slut. Then she pressed her hands down against his stomach and started to ride him, pumping up and down with ever-increasing intensity, her breath quickening as she came again, moaning in pleasure, casting her head back. She wound up pulling off her top and her bra, getting naked for her new slut, delighting in every lewd word that came out of his mouth.
The pleasure was intense, almost mind-bogglingly. Sometimes, it would feel like her orgasms simply weren't going to end, the loss of control unpleasant but ultimately ephemeral. She was in charge here, this little fucktoy had accepted that. She could come as much and as fast as she wanted, just enjoy herself, enjoy the feelings that this hard cock was sending through her. She'd never gotten such a thrill off conquering and degrading a man before - perhaps it was because it was just her that ultimately did it, Haruki, Junhui, and Sarah only serving to warm him up for her pussy? She didn't know, and she didn't care.
* * *
I watched as my rapist rode me with intense movements. Every so often, I'd send a spark up through her body, causing intense pleasure on her part, enjoying the feeling of her cunt clamping down tight on my dick. She was completely shameless, not caring at all about how fast or hard she was coming, which was a fun little change of pace. Normally, women hated orgasming too fast together - for her, it seemed like her sadistic nature was making her conclude she was just so damn horny from raping me, and meant she didn't care even a lick about my pleasure.
Without the other three girls, or the guards, here, it was just me and her. Rapist and victim. I used my power again and again, drawing on her power then shoving it right back inside her, making her spasm. Her fingers raked across my skin, her brain seeming to fry with each try. She was hot-cheeked, perhaps the tiniest hint of embarrassment on her features, but she was such a selfish bitch she didn't care at all. That just made it hotter, slowly but surely working her over with my power, making her twitch and jerk and moan. Her head cast from side to side, her lips parted, a bit of saliva dripping out of her mouth here and there. Sweat soon coated her skin, the red hue to her cheeks growing scarlet, then dipping down her neck to the tips of her bare breasts, petite but still quite cute. If she didn't have such a rotten personality, I'd probably consider her a real hottie - instead, I considered her one of my few opportunities to just do whatever the fuck I felt like with a woman and get away with it.
My hips pumped up into her, and I slowly dragged my body upwards, towards the radiator, her position on my lap never moving, never shifting. She just enjoyed herself, completely lost in the pleasure, her eyes rolled up, squeaks and squeals escaping her throat. It felt fantastic, her cunt shifting and gripping my dick this way and that, and the sensation of power, of turning the tables on her as she was now the one who was forced to submit, not to physical force but to pleasure. I'd show her for spitting on me, for stepping on my face. That thought made my cock twitch inside her again, my movements becoming more and more forceful, pounding up into her pussy.
It didn't bother her at all. She was completely unconcerned by this point, her thoughts empty of anything but pleasure, and I relished it. For a boy in this world, making his rapist feel good was probably deeply humiliating, but for me, it was sexy, worth doing. I leered at her naked body openly, enjoying her every response, her hard nipples, her sex. The fact that she was falling into my trap - if, indeed, you could really call it that - was incredibly hot. When she finally slumped against me, unconscious and drooling, having blacked out from the pleasure, I didn't hesitate.
I pushed her off me, wiggled over to her pants and scooped them up with my feet, managing to feed the key to my hand and unlocking the cuffs. A moment later, I gripped her by the wrists, cuffing her naked body to the radiator, my cum leaking out of her pussy as she faintly groaned in her half-conscious state. I grabbed my clothes, hurriedly pulling them back on, grabbed my phone, and got, not even bothering to wipe my face off of the juices that had since dried there, pulling open the thick curtain and opening the window a moment later. Fortunately, we were on the first floor, so I just had to clamber out, doing my best to shut the curtain and window both as I stumbled into an alley on one side of the building.
Once I had called and informed the police and PRT about what had happened, I went through my phone to watch the video of my rape one more time. I might have considered keeping it as a trophy of a sort, but it ran into the same problem as most porn in this world: it was made for girls. It was a close-up of my face and chest, only occasionally shifting to show the tab-a slot-b specifics of intercourse. Boring. Not hot at all. I deleted it. Probably for the best, anyway - Sophia wouldn't have liked seeing that kind of thing on my phone.
By the time I'd finished with that, the cops had started pulling up, surrounding the building. I was handed back over to my parents before the sun set, after patiently giving my side of the story to both the police and the PRT. (Okay, fine, there was one thing I didn't tell them: I had spat on her unconscious face as I left. It was stupid, in retrospect, since she might have woken up.)
It was a couple days later that I finally got confirmation that the woman responsible had been Bakuda, though I'd figured as much - her aura looked vaguely like effervescent energy, and the ABB didn't have that many capes.
