Beth's Rough Waters
Had it only been a couple
of days ago that she had gotten on the plane in McCook, Nebraska and wondered
what her trip to France would be like, Bethany thought, a little dazed and
She was a down-to-earth,
commonsense, practical girl who worked in the McCook Feed and Supply store.
She'd never been out of Nebraska before, except for a brief trip to Iowa, so
she'd expected a bit of a challenge in going to France.
The French were... very laid back, very lazy, dressed in a way no decent McCook
girl would ever consider, and had very slack morals. But that was okay. They
were French, after all. Beth wasn't one to judge other cultures as being worse
than her own – even if they were.
She'd expected to be
considered, well, less cosmopolitan, less sophisticated than the people she was
likely to meet, and had been prepared for that. But it had all gone awry on the
plane when two large Black men had gotten on and sat next to her.
Black men, as far as she'd
known back in Nebraska, were all perverts, and tended to get violent and steal
things. They were especially perverted about showing their lust for pretty
blonde girls – which was a reasonably apt description of Beth herself.
That was the cliché, and,
of course, she had been quite prepared to have discovered it was completely
unrealistic. Instead, it had been entirely correct so far! Those men had
presumed they had the right to do anything they wanted to her body! What was
worse, it turned out they were related to Nathalie's boyfriend!
Nathalie being the French
exchange student she'd met in Nebraska who had invited her.
And ever since then Black
men had been doing outrageously perverted things to her body without ever once
even asking her if that was what she wanted! Nor had Beth found the necessary
willpower to make them stop!
At first it was her fear of
creating a scene, or of being thought of as rude or a racist. Then it had
simply been that her own body had been forced into experiencing such a scalding
rush of heat and arousal that she hadn't been able to refuse anything they
And it was getting worse!
The more incredibly intense orgasms they made her experience, the more addicted
her body was to experiencing them! She was becoming a junkie, an addict, and
every time one of them touched her she began to feel a hot, churning rush of
hunger and excitement that robbed her of any ability to push them away!
Now Nathalie's boyfriend,
and his brother, and their uncle, who had been one of the men on the plane, had
brought her to the south of France by train. They'd molested her the entire
hours long ride, and driven her into screaming exhaustion through all the
multiple orgasms they'd forced upon her!
She arrived sore, drained,
and with very little willpower remaining, to find the comfortable beach-side
house where Nathalie had come, supposedly because her mother was sick, was
occupied by a slender, tall, dangerous looking black woman who had Nathalie
naked and in shackles on her knees beside her!
The woman looked her up and
down with a sneer, and Beth flushed hotly under her gaze, dropping her eyes.
Standing naked and in restraints before a fully clothed woman and seeing the
contempt in her eyes was enough to batter at the pride and dignity of anyone!
“A blonde slut,” the woman
growled. “Except I am being redundant. All blondes are sluts, after all. Take
her to my bed. And gag her so I need not hear her whining English voice.”
Andre and Jeff each held an
arm, and they half pulled, half carried her across the room and down a narrow
“Wh-what are you doing?
Where are we going?” she gulped anxiously.
They ignored her, carrying
her into a large bedroom decorated with very old fashioned furniture. Against
the wall was a tall, white four poster bed complete with canopy. The four posts
were of dark wood, very high and thick and heavily carved with images of roses
Andre held her against him
by gathering in her soft blonde hair behind her neck and holding it in his
fist, while Jeff opened a dresser drawer, poked around in it, and came out with
a long curved penis – black of course. It had a flat leather base which she, at
first, thought was made to stand it up, perhaps on a chair.
Instead Andre jerked
sharply on her hair to tilt her head back, and as she instinctively cried out,
her mouth opening wide, Jeff slid the head of the black silicone cock into her
open mouth. He grinned at her, sliding it in and out along her tongue.
“Remember, you love black
cock,” he said.
“Putain!” Andre whispered
into her ear.
Putain was the French word
for whore, she knew.
Jeff pushed the dildo
deeper, and she gurgled as it entered her throat, then slid down it. The flat
base of the thing was a leather pad, soft on the inside, with buckles on either
side. He pressed it firmly across her mouth and lower cheeks, guiding the
straps behind her head and buckling them in place.
It had only been two days
now that Beth had learned how to deep throat, but she had had an awful lot of
that experience during that time! Much of it was from thicker cocks than the
dildo, and they hadn't been comfortably resting in her throat but pumping madly
up and down!
Still, it took effort to
breath with that thing down her throat, and she had little time for much other
thought as they unlinked her leather wrist restraints, lifted her bodily onto
the bed, then stretched her arms and legs out to strap tightly in place,
spreadeagled and helpless.