Tish, tired by an evenings hard work at the chew and spew, doffed 
her apron and donned her jacket.  It was an hour before closing, 11:00 
pm, and she needed to get home, since it was up at 6:00 for school.  She 
sighed, resigned although she wished she didn't have to work, but her 
parents, Ethiopians both, with a strong work ethic, had insisted.  Every 
two weeks, at fifteen hours a week, Tish turned over her $100 paycheck to 
them, just like her brothers did.  Well, she thought, they were poor, and 
every little bit helped.  What didn't help was being black in this 
southern pit of a town, where she faced rejection from the whites for her 
color and from the blacks because she was an immigrant.  Life sucks, she 
thought, then you die.
	In the restroom she washed her face, trying to remove some of the 
grease which naturally accumulated over her entire body.  She shuddered 
at the thought and looked into the mirror.  At 15 she was beautiful in 
that classic Ethiopian way, with long, kinky black hair pulled back into 
a single braid falling down to the middle of her back, revealing a broad, 
smooth forehead and sparse eyebrows over shining dark eyes.  All her 
features were delicate, including her wide, finely shaped, small nose, 
her generous, small mouth, and her fine cheekbones.  Her body was just 
beginning to turn womanly, with her B-sized, conish breasts pushing 
provocatively against any blouse she wore, her narrow waist giving way to 
slightly wider hips and full, firm buttocks and athletic legs.  At 5'2" 
and 110 lbs, she was truly stunning at 15, and promised to be even more 
so as she aged, her smoky-hued skin only accenting her beauty.
	Sighing, she stepped out the back and started on her nightly trek 
home.  Lost in a daze of exhaustion she didn't notice the truck pulling 
up behind her until it was just beside her and the boy driving yelled, 
"Hey Tish, working hard?" to the laughter of the girl sharing the cab 
with him and the two boys and girl in the bed of the truck.  Looking up 
she saw that it was Bill, Donny, Greg, Cynthia, and Ruby in the truck, a 
small high school clique of seniors who took great delight in tormenting 
her as one of the few blacks who went to their school.  Used to their 
abuse, she lowered her head, crossed her arms in front of her chest, and 
walked on, trying her best to ignore them.
	She heard their voices and wondered that they were not shouting 
epithets at her, and started when she heard feet hit the ground.  Quickly 
looking around, she saw that Donny, Greg, and Cynthia had jumped out of 
the bed of the truck and were charging her.  Panicked, she turned and 
tried to flee, only to take three steps before they were on her.  Her 
body flew through the air and landed heavily as someone tackled her, 
knocking the wind from her.  She scrabbled frantically to get back up, to 
flee, but was knocked back to the ground by a fist driving into her 
kidney.  Pain exploded in her back and side as she rolled about in pain, 
only to be met by a shoe slamming into her stomach, doubling her up.  
Then she was being kicked and hit all over her torso and legs, the blows 
raining down on her, thudding dully against her body.  She was rolled up 
in a fetal position, her arms covering her head and face as they pummeled 
her, pain and the brute force of their attack jerking her body around on 
the ground.
	She didn't know how long they beat her, but she quickly dropped 
into a dull distancing as shock set in.  She remained curled up when they 
stopped beating her, her mind empty of anything.  She didn't react when 
she heard one of the boys yell, "Come on, get her in the truck," and felt 
hands grip her and toss her into the bed of the truck.  The jarring of 
her body against the truck bed snapping her back into the world.  She 
rolled onto her back and tried to sit up, her body aching from the 
beating, but was thrown back by a hard slap across her face.  When she 
looked up again, feeling the truck moving beneath her, she stared 
straight into the barrel of a .38 pistol set snugly in Donny's hand while 
Greg and Cynthia looked on, expressions of eager anticipation on their 
faces.
	Tish trembled:  she was really scared now, her eyes frozen on the 
end of the pistol just inches from her face.  
	"Now Bitch," Donny drawled, "put your hands above your head."  
	Still staring at the end of the gun, Tish slowly moved her arms 
above her head, feeling all the aches and bruises throughout her body 
from the beating she had taken earlier.  Oh god, she thought, and shook 
in fear and closed her eyes as Donny gently caressed her cheek with the gun.
	"Open wide," he said, pressing the barrel of the gun against her 
lips until she parted them slightly.
	She shivered and felt the knot of fear in her stomach tighten as 
Donny slid the cool, smooth barrel of the pistol between her lips and 
into her mouth, her eyes large and white as she used them to plead with him.
	"Now suck on it, bitch," he growled softly, and with a whimper 
she obeyed him, drawing in her cheeks as she began to suck on the gun, 
which he slowly drew in and out of her mouth.
	Cynthia looked on at the bitch's humiliation and fear with growing 
satisfaction.  At 5'6, thin with a firm body and good shape, long blonde 
hair and blue eyes, both she and Ruby were the beauties of high school.  
In fact they looked so much alike they were now pretending to be twins, 
wearing the same clothes and everything.  But though they seemed to have 
everything, they both looked at Tish and saw what they could never have:  
truly stunning beauty.  They were both insanely jealous of her--and what 
right, Cynthia thought to herself, does a fucking stinking nigger bitch 
like this have to look that good?  She would make her pay and pay.
	Greg looked on, his shock of dark hair tossing in the wind.  He 
had always thought Tish was a looker, but she was black, so was off 
limits.  Now though, he rubbed his cock through his pants in 
anticipation, he would get a shot at her--of that he had no doubt.  If 
the girls didn't demand it, he would just take her and rape the fuck out 
of her--with a body like that, it was what she was made for anyway.
	Tish closed her eyes as tears began running down the side of her 
face, her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked on the end of Donny's 
pistol.  Her mind and body quailed as she felt his hand on her stomach, 
pushing up her shirt until she could feel his hand against her flesh.  
Goosebumps rose on her flesh from the chill and from the contact of his 
hand as he rubbed it against her flat, firm stomach.  Her eyes snapped 
open as she felt other hands at her hips, undoing the buttons on her 
jeans.  She made a muffled sound and tried to raise her head up when the 
gun was forced far back against her throat, making her gag, and Donny was 
leaning over her, spitting out angrily, "Don't you move, bitch.  Don't 
you move one little bit!  Got it!"
	She nodded, her mouth still around the gun, and stared, frozen like 
a bird by a snake, up into the blue eyes of Donny, her lips still around 
the muzzle of his gun.  Hands continued to pull her jeans down her legs 
until they were bunched around her knees, and she heard Greg whistle over 
the wind and say, "Whewee.  Nice.  She's got even better looking legs 
than you Cynthia."
	"Shut the fuck up, Greg.  Are you saying you'd rather fuck a 
nigger whore like this than have me?"  Greg just smiled at her and she 
turned angrily to Tish and tore her shoes and socks off before pulling 
the girls jeans from her body.  "Well, there she is, go ahead and fuck 
her if you want to so bad."
	"Now Cynthia, I didn't mean it like that....  But you have to 
admit she's got a good pair on her."
	"Well..."
	"And wouldn't you love to see those pretty little legs of hers 
pulled wide, jerking and trembling as someone whipped her pussy?"
	"Yesss," Cynthia hissed as she pictured the black girl being 
abused like that, "yes I would."  Greg smiled.
	Tish whimpered through the gun when she heard them speaking.  
What were they saying?  Rape?  Whipping?  What were they going to do with 
her?  She was so terrified she began shaking uncontrollably, wishing she 
were anywhere else, even dead.
	A silence fell over the back of the truck as Donny slowly pulled 
the pistol from the young teenager's mouth; they were all lost in their 
own thoughts.  Donny knew that he wasn't thinking straight, knew that the 
mere thought of having such a hot piece of meat to do anything he wanted 
with was driving him nuts.  Most of all he wanted to hurt her, to make 
her scream and beg and cry and plead with him to stop hurting her, to see 
her smooth, silky flesh quiver, tremble, and break under his blows....  
It was almost too much for him.  Greg was wondering which of her holes he 
wanted to fuck first.  It had gone this far, he thought, may as well take 
something away from it, and a good fuck of a hot cunt like Tish would be 
just what he ordered.  He wondered if she was a virgin, but decided 
against it:  everyone knew black girls got popped by their fathers before 
they started bleeding.  Cynthia just wanted to see the little bitch 
humiliated, and was busy thinking up the best way to do so.  She was a 
little wary of Donny, though:  she had never seen him so intense.  She 
figured it didn't matter that much, and then remembered that Greg had a 
couple of dogs....
	Tish went into a state of semi-shock as Donny lightly caressed 
her face with the pistol, his eyes crazy as he looked at her, his hand 
hot against the flesh of her thighs.  She was like a trapped animal, 
acting solely on instint:  now was the time to lay still, to do nothing.  
Sometime in the future it would be time to flee, and flee she would, but 
not now.
	For her, the ride went on and on, but in reality they pulled up 
to Greg's home, sitting placidly on fifty acres and set well back from 
the main road, the tires kicking up gravel from the long, wide driveway, 
only fifteen minutes later.  They had chosen this hangout since his 
parents were gone for the week; Tish was just an added bonus.
	As the truck lurched to a skidding halt, Tish sprang into 
motion.  With her shoulder she knocked Donny's gun hand and body out of 
her way and sprung up and out of the truck bed all in one fluid motion, 
fear and desperation giving her inhuman agility.  Hitting the ground hard 
in bare feet she stumbled to her hands and knees for a moment before she 
stood and started in a full sprint back toward the road.  Angry voices 
sounded behind her and the sound of pursuit followed.  She may have 
escaped had she not stumbled, but after merely fifty yards of freedom she 
was grabbed from behind and dragged down, the gravel of the roadway 
skinning up her legs, arms, and stomach.  She struggled maniacally in 
Greg's grip, punching and biting and kicking, to no avail as Cynthia, 
Ruth, Bill, and Donny caught up and together held her down.
	"Noo!  Noo!  Let me go!  Stop!  Please!" she wailed as they 
turned her onto her back and they held her spread-eagled against the 
ground, Donny and Bill holding her legs and the girls holding her arms 
while Greg sat on her stomach.
	"Stupid bitch," Cynthia hissed to herself, her blood up from the 
chase.  Louder, she said, "Someone shut the cunt up!"
	"Here Greg," Bill motioned, handing him his knife, a wicked 
looking boot job with a six inch blade, "cut her if she keeps yowling."
	Greg took the knife reluctantly, not really wanting to ruin a 
gorgeous piece of meat like Tish, but then again, this wasn't really his 
ballgame.  He slapped her hard on the face several times, each time 
yelling "shut up," until it finally registered and she looked fearfully 
up at him as he waved the knife in front of her face.
	Her head rocked hard back and forth as Greg slapped her, and 
finally she stopped screaming and begging, hearing him for the first 
time.  Then her eyes caught the glint of the knife in the moonlight and 
she froze, entranced by the flickering blade.
	"Well well well," Greg said, seeing that they had things under 
control, "seems our little Tish needs a lesson.  What kind of punishment 
do you think she deserves for trying to run away from us?"
	Punishment, punishment? Tish's mind screamed even as her eyes 
remained locked on the blade in Greg's hand.  They had beaten her, 
kidnapped her, made her suck the barrel of a gun, stripped her, and then 
tackled her bruised body and held her down against the hard gravel in the 
middle of the night, and now they were talking about punishing her?  Her 
mind screamed in protest, but she remained silent.
	"Rape her," Ruth's soft voice said, and Greg looked up at her in 
amazement, seeing a look on her face that he had never before seen, a 
look of sexual hunger, "rape her in the dirt and make her beg for it."
	Cynthia laughed and cried, "Come on, go for it guys.  She'll love 
it; all nigger bitches do."
	Tish framed the word "No" with her lips but no sound came out.  
She was terrified, terrified of these people she had always thought of as 
peers, terrified both for her life and her body, knowing now that there 
was no length to which they would not go.  All she could think about was 
getting out of this alive, oh god she was too young to die.
	Although the boys hesitated at this suggestion, they didn't 
hesitate long.  Both Donny and Bill pulled her firm, shapely legs further 
apart, cedeing first shot to Greg, while Greg slid down her body until he 
was sitting on her thighs and quickly cut off her panties.
	Only her t-shirt and bra covered her now, and she felt completely 
exposed.  The back bit into her back and ass and legs as Greg draped 
himself over her, and she began to cry as she realized what was about to 
happen.  She felt the knife point at her chin at the same time she felt 
his cock press against her virgin opening, and shuddered.
	"Tell me you want it," Greg hissed, his face just inches from 
hers.  "Beg me to fuck you."
	Sobbing, she said it as the knife drew blood.  "Oh please, fuck 
me.  Please.  I want it.  I want you to fuck mmfff...."  She was cut off 
as Greg kissed her hard, his tongue diving deep into her mouth and his 
hips jerking forward as he repeatedly tried to jam his cock into her cunt.
	"Mmmmmfffff," she cried out into his mouth as her body arched in 
agony, her virgin cunt yielding only slowly to his onslaught.  Her 
muscles cramped as more of him entered her and with one more thrust her 
agony was complete.
	"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGG!" she screamed, her mouth 
breaking from his, her head thrown back, her whole body supported only by 
the head and heels as she screamed the scream of the damned as she felt 
her hymen being raped from her and his cock surge upward to bury itself 
fully inside her.
	She collapsed back onto the ground, chest heaving and heart 
beating, pain invading every part of her being, and began squirming 
uncontrollably beneath her rapist, trying somehow to escape as he 
methodically began pumping in and out of her.
	Greg was in heaven inside by far the tightest cunt he'd ever 
had.  His head was at her neck and shoulder, biting and sucking and 
kissing as he worked himself inside her.  Cyntia and Ruth were watching, 
he knew, and that fact, that those two hot cunts wanted this, turned him 
on that much more.  Her squirming beneath him made it even better, hell, 
the best.  It wasn't long before he felt his balls tighten and that 
impending tingling from his loins.  He humped faster,  her moans of pain 
and the encouragements from the girls just further  exciting him, and 
shot load after load into her ravaged pussy in the best come of his life.
	She cringed inside as she felt Greg fill her with his seed.  The 
pain was still there, as was the degredation and humiliation, but she had 
lost her will to fight.  She knew she would have to suffer two more 
rapes, but that didn't matter--she was already beaten.
	Ruth stared with a maniacal intensity at Tish's rape, her 
beautiful blue eyes wide with lust.  It was such a rush, such a rush to 
see--no, to have--such a beautiful girl like Tish humiliated, broken, 
raped in the dirt like a beast.  She felt a warm glow wash over her body 
as she watched Tish struggle beneath her rapist, and her hand crept down 
beneath her blouse to her own cunt.  It was wet, so wet, and she began to 
fondle herself, feeling her own orgasm building as she watched Greg about 
to come himself.
	Cynthia loved what she was seeing.  Who would have thought Ruth 
would have suggested it?  No matter, the black bitch was getting just 
what she deserved.  Probably loving it too, for all the crying and 
begging and screaming.
	Donny harrumphed to himself as he watched Greg come inside the 
cunt.  He could do better than that.  The bitch had only really screamed 
once.  He got up to prove himself as Greg rolled off her.
	Bill actually felt a little sorry for Tish.  Not that he thought 
she was really human or anything like that, but even animals deserved a 
little kindness.  Of course, when they started getting out of control, 
they needed a little schooling; it just didn't need to be quite so 
brutal.  He shrugged to himself.  He knew he was going to take his 
pleasure from her--he was hard as hell--he just didn't have to be as 
thoughtless as Greg or brutal as he knew Donny was about to be.
	Donny told the girls to step back and had Greg and Bill pull 
Tish's legs until her knees were wide apart to either side of her head 
and her body was bent double, her ass way up in the air.  Tish had a hard 
time breathing, but was almost beyond caring.  She barely reacted when 
Donny placed both hands around her tits to support himself and only 
grunted as he thrust himself brutally into her cunt--the pain already 
lingering in her cunt was already almost as bad.
	One more thrust and he drove in up to the balls, and she screamed 
as his cock pounded against her cervix and his hands clawed her tits.  
"Ugggg," she grunted in pain as he slammed brutally into her cervix again 
and again; "Aaaahhhhhhh!" she screamed each time he dug his fingers 
mercilessly into her tits; "Aaahhgg," each time he landed and open handed 
blow against her face.  Slowly all her sounds meshed into a pitiful 
wailing slowed only by her need for oxygen as Donny continued to pound 
her without letup.
	"Take this, cunt," Donny growled as he shot his load into her, 
twisting her tits to earn a particularly loud cry from her, which only 
took his orgasm to a higher peak.
	Oh god, she was so thankful he was done, small mewling noises 
still coming from her lips.  Her whole body ached and her cunt felt like 
it had been ripped to shreds.  She couldn't take any more.
	"Please," she begged softly, "please, no more."  She lay on the 
ground, her five tormentors standing around her, her legs moving fitfully 
along the ground.  She no longer needed to be held--she was too exhausted 
and too defeated to put up any more resistance.
	Looking down at her, at her gorgeous body, her trim, athletic 
legs, her firm, round ass, her narrow waist and flat stomach, her proud 
breasts pushing against her bra and t-shirt, her oh so beautiful 
features, Bill knew he had to have her, and not only because Cynthia and 
Ruth were egging him on.
	Tish moaned as she felt Bill lay on top of her, knowing she was 
in for another rape, but was surprised as he kissed her softly on the 
mouth, and then on the cheek, and then nuzzled her neck.  She felt him 
gently work her legs apart with his and the head of his penis nuzzled 
against her lips.  There was a sharp pain at the contact but the 
lubrication of the previous rapist's come dulled it, and she felt a 
strange tingle in her loins and along her neck as he continued to move 
his hips in a circle above hers, letting his cock caress her labia, and 
as he continued to nuzzle her neck.  She gasped as he entered her 
painlessly and thrust her hips up to meet his.  Even the gravel against 
her back and ass was beginning to lose its bite as she began to lose 
herself in the feelings Bill was bringing out in her.
	"That's right," she heard Ruth say distantly, "make the little 
whore come.  Do it.  Make her come."  She had her hand fully inside her 
panties now and was grinding her fingers hard against her clit, building 
to another orgasm.  She barely noticed as hands pushed hers roughly aside 
and took their place, only gasping as she felt fingers enter her cunt, 
sending waves of pleasure dancing along her spine.
	Greg couldn't believe it; he had never seen Ruth even evince an 
interest in sex, and now she was rubbing herself like a bitch in heat.  
He wasted no time in moving to her side and taking her place--he had 
wanted her since he had hit puberty, but had seen no chance, until now.  
Now he had his arms around her and his fingers up her cunt and she was 
leaking like a holey damn, and all because of that little tart Tish.
	Cynthia and Donny, after seeing that Bill wasn't going to give it 
to her like she deserved, wandered off looking for something to continue 
their little lesson.  Let Bill have his fun; they knew what the cunt 
really needed.
	Tish knew none of this, knew only the strong man atop her, his 
lips on hers, on her neck, against her cheek, his hips grinding against 
hers, mashing her clit into little shocks of delicous pleasure hightened 
by the nagging, jagged pain his penis caused inside her, the result of 
her previous rapes.  The gravel at her back and against her ass became 
small massagers of pleasure/pain as he rocked her gently back and forth.  
Her legs came up to encircle his waist and her arms his neck and she 
kissed him fiercely, tears in her eyes as her first orgasm rolled over 
her, knowing that she was coming for her rapist, knowing that she had no 
shred of humanity that they had not stolen from her.  She sobbed as 
another orgasm rolled over her and again as she felt him fill her with 
his come.