Payback's a Bitch (for Wanton and Wet and I)

[ObsideanWarrior]

The neighborhood south of 38th St. had died sometime back in the 1970s. What was left was like something out of a postapocalyptic movie. There were burned-out cars, closed-down shops. At the intersection of 39th and D streets, the mini-mall that had once had ten businesses now was down to a pawnshop, a payday loan outfit, and a convenience store. Dealers were posted at most corners, melting into the groups of young black men whenever a police car approached, then re-forming as if by magic when the cops were out of sight.

It was just about the worst possible place for a white female to suffer a mechanical breakdown. But in this urban wilderness, there were only two laws: the law of the jungle, and Murphy's Law. Both were about to intersect...

 

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Ayla Baxter is an assistant procecutor in the Distrist Attorney's office whose boss is known as one of the toughest prosecutors around. The jails were full of his conquests and he gave little quarter to the street thugs he delighted in sending to the penitentiary.

Ayla, 25, red-haired, fair-skinned and leggy, had only been an attorney for a few months. She usually was given grunt work but she kept her nose clean and tried to please her supervisors in the hope of soon being able to prosecute her own cases. Ayla appeared to be too upper class to be fighting crime in the mean courtrooms of the city, but she needed the experience to reach her goal to become a high class uptown attorney. she dressed in expensive clothes and tended to look down on her co-workers. Ayla had a high opinion of herself.

But today, she needed a mechanic. On an job-related errand to deliver a subpoena, Ayla's car broke down in one of the most crime-ridden areas of the city. She hoped to find a somewhat friendly face and was thrilled when a smiling, decently dressed black man approached her as she exited from her car.

"Thank God," she said as the man approached. "I was afraid I'd be trapped here among some less-than-worthy residents of our fair city. It's nice to see a trustworthy face."

"Do you think you can help me?"

 

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The man smiled at her. "I know what you mean, Miss," he said in an accented voice. "Lots of riffraff around here." He looked her up and down. "Let me take a look at the car."

As Ayla led him to her car, the man sent a text message on his phone...it seemed innocent enough, to her, but what the message meant was that there was a clueless white broad for the taking. He looked under the hood. "I think it's an alternator. Hey...I can fix it. It'll take about an hour. There's a nice little restuarant across the street there you can wait in." Of course, he didn't tell her it was a seedy dive, and that most white women who went there were either clueless college co-eds who wanted a "black experience," or whores.

"I'll take care of you," the man told her. "Oh, I'm Leonard, by the way."

 

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"You are so nice to come to my rescue like this," Ayla said, happy she would soon be on her way from what she considered a dreadful neighborhood. "Please hurry."

Ayla felt apprehensive about waiting alone in the restaurant, which didn't look very upstanding. But Leonard said he would take care of her, and she hoped he would. But Leonard was off with her car's alternator. Ayla was alone and feeling a bit vulnerable.

She also was suffering under the heat of the day. She took off her suit jacket and immediatel;y felt cooler just wearing the white silk sleeveless blouse. Ayla entered the dark restaurant, which actually turned out to be little more than a bar and grille. The floors wer dirty and the tables had a worn out look. A pool table in the corner certainly was brightly lit, but elsewhere the dim lighting made it difficult for to see.

Ayla took a seat at the bar and ordered a Cosmopolitan.

The bartender just laughed.

 

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The bar wasn't packed, but it wasn't exactly empty either. Two men were shooting pool...judging from their leather jackets they were bikers. Two tables were full, one with young black males, just out of their teens, and the other with two older black men. As she walked in, Ayla could feel the eyes on her. On the TV screens was a basketball game.

At her order, the bartender laughed. "Okay. So what brings you here to our little place, white girl?" He began pouring a drink. Another man, better than six feet tall with sunglasses, walked in. He looked at Ayla like she was something a stray cat had dragged in...worse, she could tell it was a knowing gaze.

 

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Ayla didn't much appreciate the "white girl" comment but she didn't say anything because she was a bit uneasy about her surroundings. There were a lot of seemingly angry looking black men in the bar and all Ayla wanted to do was wait for her car to be fixed and be on her way. She had trusted Leonard to take care of her car but had second thoughts now that she was all but stranded in seedy surroundings.

Ayla was so apprehensive about her situation she began to shiver slightly even though it was hot in the bar. The chill caused her nipples to harden which unfortunately protruded visibly from beneath her sleeveless silk blouse. She could feel her nips, of course, beneath the blouse and became embarrassed at the unintentional display.

"I'm just waiting for Leonard," she told the bartender. "He said he'd be back for me. He's helping me with my car."

The bartender gave a knowing nod at Leonard's name and handed Ayla her drink. Not bothering to mask his interest, Ayla saw the bartender staring at her breasts intently. And, although she was very unconfortable, she could feel her nipples constrict even tighter as they poked out in his direction.

Ayla was about to chastise the bartender for his rudeness when a tall black man wearing sunglasses walked into the bar and looked in her direction. He had a mean look about him as he stared at the oddity of a white woman in a black bar. But his face changed to a wide grin as he seemed to recognize her.

He took the barstool next to Ayla and, ignoring her completely, addressed the bartender.

"Who's the bitch?"

 

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The newcomer's voice was loud enough that, if any of the bar patrons hadn't focused their attention on the white fish well out of water before, they certainly did now.

"Well lookie what we got here," one of the teenage black males said, walking over to Ayla, draping his arm across her shoulder. "Hey babycakes. Lemme buy you a drink." The white woman found herself the center of attention now. The man with the sunglasses bracketed her on the other side.

"See, this is a nice establishment," the bartender said as he slid a drink in front of Ayla. "You're here less than a minute, and a brotha already offers to buy you a drink. Real friendly-like."

 

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"Thank you, but no, I don't need a drink," said Ayla, who wasn't happy that she was becoming the center of attention. "I have my own drink here."

Ayla didn't like the tone of the conversation and didn't appreciate being called "babycakes."

"Leonard is helping me and suggested I wait here," she said, just trying to keep the conversation light. "I hope he's not too much longer."

Ayla hoped to quell the bravado of the men. She could sense the foreboding in the air and tried to quell the trembling she felt coming on.

"I wish you would take your arm off my shoulder," Ayla said to the man who had become too familiar. "I don't even know you. And, you're not my type."

 

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When asked to take his hand off her shoulder, the young man smiled. "Okay," he said...and slid it right down and around to her right breast, cupping it through the fabric of her top. "Is that better?" His gesture elicited howls of laughter. A large, black hand on her shoulder presented a roadblock to any ideas she might have of trying to get out.

"Leonard was actually helping us out," the bartender said, with a toothy grin that showed two gold teeth. "He just wanted to give us niggas some fun tonight. Right homies?"

"Amen," one of the older guys said, hoisting a mug of beer.

 

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Ayla gasped when the man moved his hand to her breast. All of the men laughed but she recoiled in shock, pushing the hand away.

She was even more astounded when she learned Leonard was complicit in her predicament, surreptitiously leading her here where she likely would pay a high price for her foolishness at trusting him.

Ayla got off the barstool, standing as the men continued to toast their good luck at finding an unsuspecting white woman in a vulnerable predicament.

"I'm NOT your fun tonight and I won't stand for this. I need to leave now!" Ayla said firmly. "You're all animals!"

 

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After Ayla stood up, the two black men astride her grabbed her arms, pushing her up against the bar. "Let's see those titties," the young man who had a handful said, and ripped the front of her blouse open. Buttons went flying, skittering across the bar and the floor. An older man now got behind her, and she could hear the sound of a zipper being undone.

Try as she might to move, both of her arms were grabbed, one by the bartender, another by one of the young men from the booth. "Yeah you are the fun, baby. Now you can have some fun too but if you fight us, ain't gonna be no fun for you now bitch." Ayla felt her skirt being pulled down.

 

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"Let me go!" Ayla cried. "How dare you!'

Ayla quickly found herself completely restrained as one of the men fondled her breasts and ripped apart her blouse. When she felt her skirt being pulled off from behind she knew she was in deep trouble.

"Please let me go," Ayla pleaded one more time. "I didn't mean to insult you. I was just scared."

The men just laughed as Ayla stood there in a white sheer bra, white panties, black stockings and black heels. she was frightened as the large men leered over her, feeling her body and ready to have their way with her.

"Please don't" she said softly, already starting to give in to the inevitable. Her body shook in her nervousness and her breasts wiggled sexily as she struggled to get free.

"Look, take my purse." Ayla said. "There's money in there, a couple of hundred dollars. And a cell phone. You can have it. Anything. Just let me go."

 

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"Oh, thanks," the bartender said, and took the proffered purse, setting it behind the bar. "Money and pussy in one night, ain't we lucky peeps?" A couple shouts went up in the room as Ayla's skirt went down. One of the young black men, sporting a four inch thick Afro with a pick stuck in it, produced a switchblade, which he used to expertly slice away Ayla's top as well as her bra. He watched her eyes as he did it, hoping to see the fear he often did when that sharp metal blade touched flesh.

Moving the blade expertly down her back, cutting nothing but air until her reached her panties. He stopped for a moment. "You can take 'em off or I cut 'em off," he said, squeezing one of her tits as he talked.

 

[Wanton and wet]

"Oh God!" Ayla said softly as she felt the knife trail down her back and cut her blouse and bra off. Her breasts heaved as the men exposed her, tossing her clothes in a dirty corner.

Ayla was humiliated, standing before a group of strangers, naked from the waist up. She couldn't cover herself and if it wasn't for the fear in what might happen next, she would be been totally embarrassed. As she struggled mildly to get away from the knife, her breasts jiggled, providing a sexy appearance to the prying eyes of the black men who held her.

She felt the knife at the small of her back and prepared to be completely stripped when the man gave her a choice. He would cut away her panties unless she wanted to remove them voluntarily. Not wanting to risk being hurt, and giving in to the inevitability of her indecent exposure, Ayle opted to remover her panties herself. Agreeing not to try and flee. Ayla was released, yet still surrounded by the men. She slipped her fingers into the waistband of her panties and slid them over her hips and thighs. The silky sheer panties caught at mid-legs, and were stretch betwen her knees. She brought her legs together and the flimsy panties dropped to the barroom floor.

Ayla was totally humiliated as the men devoured her nakedness with their eyes. She tried to bear up to the shame but as she stood tall, tears began to form. Her situation was so desperate, Ayla decided she would not risk being permanently maimed, or even killed, and decided to comply with whatever the men wanted. If she could.

"Please don't hurt me," Ayle pleaded. "I'll do as you wish, but please be gentle."

The men guffawed at the innocent white woman's naive request.

 

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"I promise you, we'll have a good time," the bartender said contemptuously. He had gotten naked from the waist down, and now he lifted himself onto the bar in front of her. He turned around, opening up her legs, and Ayla, leaning over the bar, was confronted with a good eight inches of chocolate meat with a thick purple head, sticking out of a bush of kinky black hair which went a couple inches up the man's beer-belly.

"Well white girl, you can either sit on it or get sucking," the bartender said. "I ain't gonna ask again. And if you start sucking, open up your legs and show us some PUSSY, yeah!" The men cheered, and the young man with the Afro came up behind her, slapping her on the ass. Another of the men spirited off her clothing into some unseen corner of the dingy bar. An older man went behind the bar, fiddled with something...and Ayla saw herself on the TV screens, in full color, hunched over the bar, facing the bartender's crotch.

 

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"I can't put that thing in my mouth," Ayla said. "It's too nasty."

Ayla was petrified at the idea of sucking the black man's enormous cock. Yes, she agreed to cooperate but now that she was confronted by a long glossy shaft of black meat, she was repulsed.

Just then she jumped when someone slapped her ass, causing the men to cheer at her humiliation. She was just a toy for them. All they cared about was using a white woman who had little choice but to go along.

"Please, I just can't," she said, looking up to and seeing her image in the big screen TV behind the bar and in several other screens around the room.

Ayla lost sight of her televised image when the man behind her grabbed her hair and shoved her face forward into the bartender's cock. She resisted opening her mouth for awhile but eventually succumbed as the man rubbed her pretty face back and forth over his erection. Her mouth was stretched wide as the black pole was stuffed in her mouth. The cock was enormous and as it reached her throat, Ayla thought she would retch. The rough face fuck caused tears to flow, causing her mascara to run in black streaks down her face. The barender pulled out of her mouth briefly and began to slap her face with his cock, leaving streaks of saliva and turning her cheeks slightly red. He resumed fucking her face, pumping his erection fast and furious and she tried vainly to control the attack. But her head was bounced around wildly from the aggressive violation of her mouth as her face was brutally violated. Wild-eyed, she had no choice but to scontinue to uck the black bartender's stiff cock.

Then the spanking began again in earnest and her ass was on fire.

 

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After a few strokes, the spanking ceased...as the older black men decided that, fun as watching it was, there were better things to be done with the ass of a helpless, attractive white girl...

Ayla felt hands between her thighs, spreading them. Something probed around. It was a little sharp...a finger, Ayla realized. It hooked itself right at the gates of her pussy, then went inside. She smelled old cigarettes and cheap cologne as the fortysomething black man leaned near, kissing her neck, slobbering as much as kissing. "You ever been fucked by a brotha before," a husky voice asked. As the kissing continued, the finger reached her clit, touching it, rubbing it for about ten delicious seconds.

Then the finger was gone, and something large took its place. Much larger...something that felt like a pole. Before Ayla could even quite comprehend her pussy was being raped, the bartender was out of her mouth, and his stiff black cock was quivering in front of her face. Erupting in bursts of white, hot seed that found its was onto her hair, face, and neck...a huge gob was running down her nose.

"Don't wipe it off, bitch," came a commanding voice, before she could even think of trying to clean herself off. "Whose dick you wanna suck next, bitch?"

 

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"Whose dick you wanna suck next, bitch?"

It was a question Ayla had never been asked before. She was shocked into silence as she felt her ass being roughly violated by an unknown object. Her asshole was being stuffed as she was bent over a barstool in a seedy black bar. Her black attackers were enjoying seeing the innocent white woman being used as they all got into the act.

"What!?" Ayla said dazedly, "I don't know what you mean."

The black bartender's sperm was running down Ayla's forehead and cheeks. It had been a massive load of sperm. The bartender had taken his black cock and rubbed it over her face, spreading his seed. He smeared Ayla's red lipstick and ultimately wiped his cock clean in her hair.

Ayla was mortified. She knew she must look like a total slut as she had a faceful of sperm and had something buried in her red and sore ass. She had reluctantly decided to go along with her violation by the black men as a way to keep from getting hurt. But the reality was, she was being used like a common slut. She didn't count on objects being stuffed in her and couldn't fathom being humiliated in such a harsh fashion much longer.

"Please, just don't hurt me," Ayla begged, as another massive black cock appeared in front of her face.

After she felt the cock slap her cheeks a few times, Ayla opened her mouth and the enormous erection was pushed past her lips and shoved down her throat. Ayla felt pubic hairs tickle her nose as the cock stuffed her mouth. she pressed her lips against her hard shaft and tried to catch her breath, but the black cock was relentless, pressing further until the cockhead popped into her throat. Ayla thought she would suffocate! But cock was quickly pulled back. The thick strings of saliva that came with it were strung over Ayla's nose before it found her mouth again. Ayla was wide open as the cock was shoved home, burying itself in her throat.

Ayla was in a daze by this time. A black man was forcefully fucking her face, his cock buried in her throat. The only way she could breathe was through her nose. She gasped and gobbled loudly as she became a cocksucking white slut. As the massive black cock relentlessly pumped her mouth, Ayla prayed her attacker would cum soon so she would have some relief.