Destiny Part 2 

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By David Waledich
Copyright reserved 2003

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All characters in this story are fictitious, any similarity to 
persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The author does not
condone or endorse any of the activities detailed in this
story, some of which are dangerous or illegal. He does not condone 
actual violence against women or men, or non consensual sex. 
These stories are a sexual fantasy, nothing more.

Destiny Part 2

Life got easier. There were the occasional threesomes with women that Nile picked up and brought home, but for the most part the presents and the snorting made up for it. And there was enough money that she could sometimes give some to her Mother, or buy her presents. And money and presents makes life easier. It was about a month later that the true depth of what she was into hit her. They had finished an evening out together, dinner followed by a cocktail bar, when Nile's mobile rang. He listened, then stood up and told Destiny they were leaving. The car drove through Hackney to the backstreets, where the old warehouses were. Nile helped Destiny out of the car, all gentlemanly, as though they were arriving at a west end club. Desmond was waiting in the door of a warehouse. He smiled at Destiny in a way she didn't like. It was a smile that said "I have fucked your ass, bitch, and you know it." He lead the way and they followed, up several flights of stairs, stinking of stale urine. Destiny heard the noises before she saw the girl. They were strangled, choked back cries, like an animal being garrotted. Then she saw a table in the middle of the room. It was an ordinary office table, fake veneer over chipboard, silver drawer handles, like the kind of desk you find in old offices anywhere. And over the table was bent a black girl. Standing behind her was a man, fucking her. Or really all Destiny saw in the light was a pair of muscular black buttocks thrusting regularly and violently against the girl's rear. And holding her down on the table was Ashea. As they entered Destiny remembered Ashea turning and looking at her and giving her a dull resigned smile. The girl on the table tried to struggle up, but Ashea put all her weight down on her shoulders and pushed her back down again. Nile walked forwards and Destiny had to follow. She felt sick, really deep in the pit of her stomach. She was watching a girl get raped. 

As they came round in front of her Destiny saw the gag stuck in her mouth, clamping her jaws wide open, and the terrible wide tear-stained eyes. In the darkness of the room she could see several other men in the darkness. Just vague dark shapes. She felt their presences more than she could really see them.  Big dark foreboding presences, like evil spirits, hovering on the edge of the light. But more substantial than that. Large physical presences, that were strong, violent, waiting… As though far away Destiny heard Nile's voice. "How many has she had?" The man fucking into her looked up and replied "I'm the third." Nile nodded. "And her ass?" The man smiled. "Not yet." Nile smiled, and it made Destiny's blood run cold at the sight of it. "What are you waiting for then?" The man drew his cock out of the girl's rear, guided it up the spread crack of her ass and pressed it in against her asshole. It took the combined strength of the man and Ashea to hold her down on the table as he slowly forced himself up her bottom. Her back arched and she let out an unholy scream of pain against the spit soaked gag in her mouth. 

Suddenly Destiny heard a whimper from nearby in the darkness, a moan of anguish. As her eyes accustomed to the darkness she could now see a man, tied to a chair, his arms behind him. There was blood on his face, dark wet against his dark skin. Nile heard the noise too because he turned towards him. "What were you thinking, Digga? D'you think we wouldn't find out? You screw us over, and we screw Charleene over. Don't we Charleene? How do you like it? Is it nice being screwed over? I don't think she likes it, Digga. What do you say?" He couldn't say anything. His mouth was gagged too. But a series of incomprehensible mumbles came out. "I can't hear you." With a groan of pleasure the man up Charleene's ass shot his spunk up her backside, drowning out any other noise. "Unless you show us some more respect, you ain't walking out of here tonight with your balls intact, Digga, my man. In fact you'll be lucky if you're walking at all." The man stepped away from the girl, doing up his trousers. Relieved of the pain of the rape, she had stopped wriggling and lay slumped on the table, panting for breath. Ashea walked away from her. "You take over" she said to Destiny. "My fucking arms ache." Destiny looked round at Nile, desperately, looking for confirmation. "Yeah, go on" Nile said. "It's a rule. The sisters have to hold down the sisters." Desmond walked up behind Charleene, unzipping his trousers. Destiny hesitated. Nile's voice hardened. "Don't let me down, Destiny. Not with all these guys watching". Destiny looked at the girl, Shaking on the table, her naked body wracked with sobs. Could she be part of this? Nile hissed in her ear: "They're looking at your sweet little black ass sweetheart. At the word from me, it'll be you over that table, not Charleene. And there'll be no shortage of volunteers in this room, I can tell you". 

Destiny dropped her eyes, stepped forwards and put her hands on Charleene's shoulders, holding her down. Her wrists were tied behind her back, so all she had to do was hold her in place. Desmond stepped up to her, his stiff black cock in his hand. It was the first time Destiny had actually seen it, and now she realised why Nile had engineered that he had been the first to fuck her in his place, a month before. He was big, really big. He guided it between her buttocks and forced it against her anus. A terrible animal noise was wrung out of the helpless girl and she bucked against Destiny's hands. It took all her weight to push her back down. Where she was Destiny had a clear view of Desmond's long cock disappearing up into the girl's wide open hips. Finally he was fully embedded, so he gripped the sides of the table and started to fuck her with all his strength. Destiny couldn't look at the girl under her, so she looked up at Desmond. He was staring right into her eyes, his face set in a violent grimace. Every time he thrust into the helpless black girl underneath him on the table, his mask-like face twitched with the exertion. She didn't want to see into his soul. There was a look of pure malignant evil in his eyes that made Destiny look away, and back down at Charleene's twisting half naked body. It was easier to look at the victim receiving the pain than the eyes of the man inflicting it. And this was the man who had raped her own ass, with the same ferocity that he was now fucking Charleene. She tried to close her mind to what she was doing, but every jerk of the girl’s shoulders under her hands brought her back to herself. Desmond pulled his whole length back out of her and Destiny caught a glimpse of it, long and shining, rigid with a life of its own, before his hand gripped it and shoved it back up her bottom. Her body writhed like a fish on the table at the pain of the reinsertion. Pleased with the effect Desmond wrenched it out and forced it back in several times in a row, before finally sheathing himself up to the balls and coming deep inside her bowels. At the moment he came Destiny glanced up at him, and his eyes were staring straight into hers. As the spasms shook his body his eyes convulsed closed, and Destiny was able to look away again. It took him several long moments to come, and longer as he rested inside her, panting softly. Eventually he withdrew, and as he walked away, zipping himself back up.

Charleene was lifted off the table and pushed down to her knees in front of Nile, who slipped his cock out of her trousers. The gag was removed and her head pushed down onto his cock. “Suck it well, bitch. I ordered this. I made this happen to you. And you are going to suck me well.” For a moment he just stood there, watching the girl’s mouth slide back and forth, then he turned back to Digga. “What do you reckon, Digga, my man? Do you reckon your sis gives good head?” Suddenly Destiny realised. This wasn’t his girlfriend. This was his sister being gang banged, his own flesh and blood. She thought she was going to throw up. “Why don’t you find out, Digga?” Nile pushes Charleene back, and his cock pops out of her mouth with a loud sucking plop. “Get his trousers down.” Two men step forward and rip Digga’s trousers down off his legs, despite his kicking and struggling against the ropes that held him to the chair. His cock flops out against his thigh, small and shrivelled with fear. Holding her tight by the hair Nile forces Charleene to walk on her knees towards her brother’s groin. “Suck his dick Charleene. Then we’ll let you go.” “Please, Nile. Please don’t make me do this. Please”. “Do it Charleene. Or I swear I’ll have it cut off. And his balls.” With a groan Charleene bent down and put her head in Digga’s lap, taking his penis between her lips. “Suck it well and good Charleene.” Nile grabbed her head and started to force it back and forth until he could see that despite itself Digga'’ cock was starting to harden and swell in her mouth. “What a lovely image of family love, eh guys?” taunted Nile, as he stepped away and left Charleene bobbing her head back and forth along the black shaft. 

Nile turned to Destiny and she dropped her gaze, hoping that he didn’t have time to see the look of horror on her face. “Let’s go, Des.” Destiny felt a rush of relief as she realised they were leaving. But just before he stepped down the stairs Nile turned back. "Okay guys, you can fuck her up the ass again. And if any of you feel like it, fuck him up the ass too." As they left Destiny heard a high wail of pain as a new man entered Charleene, and then they were down the stairs and away. 

As they sat in the car on the way back to the apartment Destiny became aware that Nile was brooding on something. His whole muscular frame was stiff and tense. Eventually he spoke, very softly. I shouldn’t have had to repeat myself to you. In front of my men you do what I say. Instantly. No questions. Is that understood? Yes Destiny replied. I’m sorry. He thought for a bit and then he said, some day soon I shall test you. If you don’t do what I say instantly, without hesitation, then our relationship is over. Is that understood? And when I’m not protecting you, you will be fair game for the others. You get my drift? 
Yes, she replied. She didn’t dare look up from her hands in her lap. Good. When we get in I have a couple of calls to make. I want you to go straight upstairs, take your clothes off and bend over the bed. I want you to hold your buttocks open and wait for me. Understood? Yes, Nile, she replied. 

When they arrived home she got out of the car and when he opened the door of the apartment she immediately went straight upstairs, precisely as he had instructed. She hadn’t looked at him since he had spoken to her in the car. She didn’t want to look at him, in case his eyes were somehow like Desmond’s eyes, filled with hate and violence. She tried not to think as she undressed, folding her clothes neatly and placing them on the floor. She was bent over the bed for about five minutes, listening to his voice on the phone downstairs. And all along she held her bottom open with her hands. Wide open. Finally she heard his tread on the stairs and the door opened. He didn’t enter her immediately. He took his clothes off in a leisurely fashion, as though getting ready for bed on an ordinary day, as though she wasn’t lying there with her arse open and waiting for him, her anus like a small puckered eye. 

Finally he left his bracelets on the bedside table and stark naked came round behind her, crouched down and drove his erect cock up her bottom. It was so sudden and so deep that she let out a cry of pain, before she had time to grind her teeth together and smother it. There was no lubrication on his cock, and it took a long time for her anus to relax, but he fucked into her brutally. And she knew perfectly well, although he never said it, that unrolling in his mind was the image of herself being gang-banged over that desk in the warehouse, just like Charleene. He was getting off on the fact that he had the power to have her raped. He just had to issue the command. Just as he had ordered Charleene’s rape. In her mind she could see Charleene on her knees in front of Nile, her wrists tied behind her back, her head bobbing back and forth along his black cock. And that same cock was now buggering her own rear. It was a relief when he came, and even more of a relief when he withdrew and the pain of being inside her went. I don’t want you in bed with me tonight, Destiny, he said. Put your clothes on and get out. As she pulled her trousers back up over her buttocks she could feel his semen moving like living oil inside her rectum, and a small drop of it oozed out of her and into her knickers. But the cruel and silent buggering her had just carried out on her was nothing compared to the memories of what she had seen that night. That was what really hurt, and what really haunted her. That night she couldn’t sleep because whenever she closed her eyes she remembered the girl wriggling like a fish under her hands, and the men standing round in the darkness watching and waiting their turn. 

She wondered how she was ever going to get out of this life. Was there an escape for her that didn’t end up in another similar warehouse, bent over a table being gang-banged? She dreamed about shipping him and the others to the police, but in her heart she knew that they would always be able to get to her, or to her family. There would be nowhere she could get away. Now Destiny knew and understood the cold resigned stare that Ashea had. It was the stare of one who had no hope and no escape.