Proving Her Worth (closed)

With her eyes wide, Heather looked at the joint and then at Tommy. She knew what she had to do but if she were ever caught doing drugs, her career at the department was over. Then again, if she didn't do it, who knows what they would do to Tommy and of course, to herself.

Aware she was being recorded, Heather took the joint and with a deep breath, she took a hit of it. She figured it was just pot. She had done it before. Besides, the effects of the small amount of coke she had done earlier had totally worn off, so at least this would take some of the pain away from her being hit earlier.

She started to hand it back to Malcolm but he didn't take it, obviously wanting her to take another few hits so she did. The room was quiet except of course, the music's beat thudding from upstairs as the party was going pretty hard. After her third hit, Heather started to feel the hits kick in..only this time, from what she last remembered, it was stronger than before. She felt different and in a good way that she started to relax. Her fourth hit of the joint made her cough and that's when a few of the guys laughed at her.
 
Malcolm laughed. "Smoke it down," he told her, watching intently as he filmed her. The light was just barely good enough to be able to identify her and what she was doing, and wearing, in the shot.

"Then you're coming with me. Once you earn us that five grand your boy Tommy owes me, we'll let him go," he said, snickering.

The other thugs were egging her on. "Toke that shit, white girl!"

"You gave her one of the special ones, right boss?"

Malcolm nodded. "Fuck yeah, she's gonna be all wound up real quick..."
 
Special ones?? thoguht Heather as she took another hit and quickly, almost too quickly, she felt the room move. her body became totally relax and she realized that she had enough. She tried to give the joint back but they didn't reach for it. She was told to take a couple more hits which she did with out argument.

Heather hadn't noticed she had swayed to the point that she was leaning against Malcolm and he was saying something to his friends. She saw her brother and smiled at him as she dropped the joint.

"Let him go now." She said, not realizing her own voice had a slight slur to it and that just seemed to make the other men laugh at her.
 
"Oh no, not yet. Like I said, we'll let him go once you earn us enough to pay off his debt," Malcolm said. He guided her away from Tommy, back up the stairs and to the party.

He paraded her around like a trophy. Showing off her firm, tight body and big titties. Always keeping her on his arm, his fingers tracing over the lacy bits of her barely-there outfit.

Finally he came to his chair, a big leather recliner situated in front of a stripper's pole. He took his seat and left her standing there, and nodded towards the pole, and then towards his lap.

"Time for you to show me what you're capable of."
 
Heather barely realized she was walking around the party, all the time, hanging onto Malcolm's arm intentionally, both for support and well, he wasn't going to let her go.

She had wanted to protest and ask about her brother but the words just wouldn't come out. The thought was there but that was about it. Her body responded to Malcolm's touching and groping, her nipples hardening up and literally poking through her halter top. She could feel herself getting extremely wet between the legs....

When Malcolm pointed to the pole, Heather should have hesitated but didn't. She should have but the music was pumping in her ears and the drugs were pumping through her system, making her go to the stripper pole as if on auto pilot. Even though Heather seemed to be a sort of klutz while working, there was one thing she could and that was dance.

So, moving with the music, she showed Malcolm what she could do and all she could hear was the wolf whistles and shouts for her to 'shake her ass'. And that's exactly what Heather did, and soon, she found herself grinding against Malcolm's lap, giving him a dance and making sure she paid him back just right.
 
"Fuck yeah!" Malcolm said, his cock growing quite large and stiff in his pants as Heather ground herself against his lap. "Little white girl's got some moves!" he said with a smirk.

One of his thugs had video recording on his phone. Perfect, Malcolm thought. He had this little white girl right where he wanted her.

"Now show me what that little white bitch mouth can do," he growled to her, pushing his crotch firmly up against hers...
 
Her buzz was starting to taper off just a bit, but still, having her give Malcolm an extremely hot lap dance. With her hands on his shoulders and her breasts practically in his face, smothering him.

Heather heard him ask her what her mouth could do and she only smiled, "Let Tommy go first and I'll show you exactly what my mouth can do."

She could feel his hardening cock press against her pussy, which seemed to throb with anticipation and want of being filled up.
 
Malcolm's mood when from one of enjoyment to disdain in a heartbeat at her demand he let Tommy go.

"You don't get to dictate terms to me, bitch," he growled at her, and then roughly pushed her off his lap and onto the floor! He stood up before her, towering over her, his cock making an obscene tent of his pants.

"I'll let that little boyfriend of yours go as soon as I got my money. You're still proving your worth to me, got it?" he said to her, bending down to grasp a handful of her dark hair and roughly pull her up to her knees before him.

A moment later, his huge dick was out of his pants and waving in front of her pretty face.

"Suck it like the little white whore you are."
 
Heather just looked up at Malcolm, her eyes wide with surprise at what he was asking of her. She wanted to hesitate but knew that it would mean her brother's life would be endanger. Then again, the way the drugs were making her feel, she had a lost a lot of inhibitions.

Seeing his big cock in front of her, she licked her lips and reached up with a free hand as she slowly moved to start licking it. Guessing she was moving a little too slow, Malcolm grip on her hair tightened and he yanked her head forward, literally shoving his cock into her mouth! Heather choked back on it and tried to pull away but was unsuccessful. She was sure not even half of his dick fit into her mouth but that didn't stop him from trying to shove more of it down her throat!
 
Malcolm was laughing as his grip on Heather's hair tightened.

"This is what we do to little white bitches around here," he said, and the crowd that had gathered around cheered in approval...

*****

Downstairs, the beating continued.

"Who the fuck is she?" the thugs demanded. So much pain wracked Tommy's body. Everywhere he was bruised, battered, bloody.

They were going to kill him.

The coward capitulated.

"My sister..." he hissed. No longer in the chair, just a heap of bloody flesh on the concrete floor.

"What does she do?"

"She's a cop..." he gasped...
 
No matter how much Heather tried to pull or push away from him, it wouldn't work. He had a good grip on her and besides, with the crowd around them, even if she did get away from Malcolm, there was no doubt that the crowd would just throw her back at him.

Heather's throat and mouth were raw and by now, she was taking more than half of his big black cock into her mouth and down her throat. There was saliva glistening down her chin, her chest and of course, Malcolm's cock!
 
Malcolm just laughed as he continued to assault her face, her mouth, and her throat, his huge cock gagging her with every downward motion of his mighty hands on her head, until finally he pulled her up and off his cock.

Still gripping her by her hair, he stood up, and as he did he raised her up with him, turning her as he stood her up, showing her off as she gasped for breath before the crowd of hoods, gangstas, and their bitches.

Even the girls called out for more.

Malcolm then raised her up even higher, till just her toes were barely touching the floor beneath her.

And then he ripped off her top, shredding it and throwing it to the crowd...
 
Heather was completely exhausted by the time Malcolm pulled her up and she was leaning against him as he turned her around to face the crowd. When he pulled off her top, her breasts popped out after barely being contained by her top. Now that they were free, they seemed bigger and her nipples were hard and pointy from the constant mauling received from Malcolm's hands.

She had no idea what was going to come next but she had a feeling it wasn't going to be good. With the crowd cheering them on, she wanted to fight but there was no fight left in her because she knew it would be pointless. She was in for the long ride but it was all necessary to make sure they didn't kill her or Tommy.
 
Malcolm grunted as he showed off his prize to the hungry crowd of drug-addled thugs, and then threw her harshly to the floor!

He was on top of her in an instant, ripping her panties off her, shredding the tiny garment in his strong hands, leaving her completely naked on the floor. His hands found her hips and hoisted her ass up into the air. Her little pink pussy glistened before him, and the head of his huge dick pressed firmly against her folds.

And once he found that wetness, his grip tightened and he brutally forced his full length into her, a process that took a good couple minutes of terrible, painful violation before he had his monster buried in her to the hilt!
 
Heather fell painfully to her hands and knees. Before she could even think of scrambling away from Malcolm, she felt him grab her and rip the rest of her clothing off.

She screamed and the crowd yelled with her, mocking her.

In full panic mode, Heather could feel the tip of his cock brush against her pussy lips and cried out, "NO! NO!!" Like that helped anything.

Another painful scream left her throat when he pushed his big cock into her tight pussy. The pain was unbearable but there was nothing she could do about it. Her nails clawed at the floor and tears streamed down her face.

She even raised her ass and pushed her chest to the floor to help ease the pain and it helped a little. She was sure Malcolm thought it was because she was liking it. Under other circumstances, sure, but like this? Being raped at the party with people cheering him on, wasn't one of those times.

Yet, through the pain, there was a little pleasure her buzzed mind started to feel. Especially when he pulled out and thrust back in again. "Please stop!!" She cried out among deaf ears.
 
Malcolm heard her cries for mercy, but he was deaf to them. He cared not one bit for her feelings, of course. He had her mounted and was rutting into her, a beast in heat.

There was nothing better than violating a haughty white cunt.

He started spanking her ass, hard, the slaps resounding through the room, and his thugs cheered him on.

"I know you little white bitches like it hard and rough," he growled at her, before he started pistoning his huge dick in and out of her, drilling her into the floor...
 
Sooner than she expected, Heather's pussy was stretched out and taking Malcolm's full length like a pro. It was almost grasping at it as he slapped her ass, over and over, a red spot developing on her creamy white ass.

She stopped fighting and only held on to push back against him as her knees burned against the hardwood floor. She felt another someone grab her hair and pull her head back so the crowd could see the agony mixed with pleasure on her face. Her cries filled the room, only over shadowed by the sound of the music.
 
It was some thug that had grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. Malcolm was grunting in animal pleasure as he pumped into her and she moved her ass back against him, but when she looked up, she would see another big black dick right in her face!

The guy holding her hair had whipped his cock out, and was pressing it right against her lips, cheek, nose, rubbing it on her face.

"Open up, slut," the thug demanded...
 
How the hell did she get involved in all this? How did she get in this situation?!

That's what ran through her head as she was being fucked hard by a huge black dick and another was shoved in her face. She tried to refuse but the grip on her hair wouldn't make her. As she screamed in pain, the other cock was shoved deep into her mouth and down her throat!

She made a gagging sound which only caused the crowd to yell and cheer. Most of the others had disappeared or vanished off to the dark corners of the room to fuck their own women.

But Heather was stuck as the center of attention as two cocks were working both her holes...
 
The thugs were relentless, drilling her from behind and in front, using her poor little body like a worthless fuckdoll. There was no relief, save for the random moment when both dicks pulled out to their tips... But then they would both drive harshly into her once again.

Malcolm's cock drove furiously into her, and then suddenly he was grasping her hips and had buried his full, foot-long length terribly deep inside her, and she could feel it spasming, throbbing, and ultimately spewing his seed into the deepest depths of her cunt.

And even as he did that, the other thug's dick was pulsating in her mouth as well, and a moment later he was pulling out and blasting her face with gobs and gobs of thick creamy jism...
 
Heather felt her pussy being filled with Malcolm's cum as she let out a muffled cry as she came! Her pussy milking his cock as her mouth continue to be fuck and then, before she knew it, her face was being splattered with cum from the other guy!

The warm thickness covered her face and her hair and afterward, she collapsed on the floor in a drugged out stupor and orgasm high as her body succumbed to the exhaustion that hit her after being fucked like a dog.
 
"Gimme a rock," Malcolm grunted to his thug as he stood there, his cock still buried deep in Heather's cunt. He wasn't about to pull out. He could feel himself re-stiffening quickly.

The thug, who had just sprayed Heather's face with his own cum, staggered back a bit before reaching into a pocket and producing a ziplock baggie full of what could only be crack cocaine rocks. He opened it and handed one to Malcolm.

Malcolm grunted, savoring the feel of this white bitch's spasming cunt, before he started playing with her asscheeks, spreading them to expose her little brown asshole...

He fingered her then, roughly. He spat on her ass to lubricate it a bit, and his thick finger worked the spit in and out, lubing her up, before spreading her asshole wide and pushing the crack-rock right up her shitter!
 
Heather didn't fight what was being done to her ass. She was too exhausted and her pussy was still quivering from having cum so hard. She was breathing deeply as she lay against the cool floor.

Feeling Malcolm's finger being shoved into her ass made her cry out as she wiped some of the other guy's cum off her face and she tried to get up on all fours.

Another slap came against her ass and she could feel his huge cock still inside her. As she slowly got up on her knees, a quick rush slammed through her body making her gasp outloud! What the fuck?!
 
Malcolm just laughed, slapping her ass again, keeping his huge cock buried in her cunt. "You'll thank me later," he chuckled, grabbing her hip with one hand tightly to keep her from gettinf away. He knew the coke was rapidly dissolving in her ass and gettinf absorbed directly into her bloodstream.

It would make for quite the high for her.

Then, he whistled, as if calling a dog. And a moment later, a huge pit bull trotted up to him from the back of the house. "Good boy," Malcolm said, and then suddenly brought one hand up, balled his fist, and cracked Heather hard on the side of the head, viciously knocking her back down to the floor.

He let go of her hip and his hands moved to the dog, rubbing his head and ears before removing a thick black leather collar from around the beast's throat. He reached down and grabbed Heather by her hair, yanking her roughly up, arching her back and neck harshly, and then fastened the collar around her own neck.

What she was about to find out, was that it was a shock collar. Malcolm pulled his massive cock out of her pussy, finally, leaving her cunt gaping wide as he stood over her. He pulled out the remote for the collar, and pressed down the button to deliver the first shock.

And the second, and the third, and the fourth...
 
Heather thoughts were blurred. She felt the huge cock come out of her aching pussy before she was slammed against the floor once more. There was no pain because of the drugs entering her body, she didn't really feel much anymore except hearing her heart beating fast in her ears.

She didn't notice a collar being secured around her neck and hadn't noticed the first shock that came from it until it was too late. She screamed in pain!

In the distance there was laughter. Then another shock, this time, there was no scream, just a hard gasp as the beating got louder in her ears. Another shock and she squeezed her eyes shut and had her ass in the air.

She was sure she blacked out a few times only to be awoken by the hard shock currents of the collar waking her back up. By now, her body was completely covered in sweat and cum; with those around her laughing each time she was shocked.
 
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