Editor's Note: this submission contains fictional characters using racial, ethnic, gender- or orientation-based slurs.
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The next afternoon, a package showed up with Jill's outfit for the night. She didn't even open it. She spent the day relaxing and even treated herself to an hour at the spa getting a massage to work the aches from her sexually abused body. She returned to her room, showered and dressed in the short dress that Marco had bought with her credit card. This one had a deep scoop neck and a side slit from the hem to her waist. It fit her very well, but she knew she was about 10 years too old to be wearing something exposing this much skin.
Marco took her to an out-of-the-way waterfront bar after dinner. The clientele was mostly big smelly men who had worked the docks all day. As they entered, many of the men greeted Marco like a long lost friend as they drooled over the hot middle-aged white woman with him. As Jill looked around the room, she saw a few big burly women and about 15 huge men. They looked at her like a wolf would look at a piece of raw meat, and she began to be scared.
Marco left her at a table and went to the bar to get drinks. Before returning to their table, he put a big dose of Rohypnol in her drink and let it dissolve. He wanted to make sure she didn't fight him or remember much about tonight because he had future plans for her that he also didn't want her to fight or remember. After two strong drinks, Jill was completely out of it. She was incoherent and had trouble concentrating and standing. As she sat at their table, Marco collected money from the men and left to go make sure his other whores were working elsewhere.
The bartender locked the door and the big black men and women moved on their white prey. Jill was stripped quickly and had cocks shoved at her from every angle. Her white body was beaten and fucked and abused for over four solid hours. She begged them to use her like the whore she was and to give her their cum. She had cocks in all of her holes, many times more than one cock in each hole. They fucked her on the filthy floor and made her crawl to them and beg to suck their hard black cocks. The three big women dragged her to the filthy bathroom where they pissed on her and made her lick their pussies and ass holes. They poured more drinks and Rohypnol down her throat not caring in the least how it might affect her.
She was dragged across the floor by her hair through the puddles of beer. The men spit on her and slapped her ass and tits making her squeal and cry. By the time all of them were finished with the once proud and beautiful woman, she lay in the middle of the bar on the floor. She had eaten a lot of cum, but still had some dripping from her pussy and ass hole. They all laughed at the unconscious white slut with the big gaping holes lying in the dirty bar room floor.
Eventually Marco returned and took her back to her room and put her in the shower. Jill had no idea how she got into bed, but the next thing she remembered, it was noon the next day. When Marco stopped that afternoon, he asked how it went last night. Jill tried to remember, but finally said, "I really don't remember, Marco. They must have all fucked me because I'm sore today, but I don't remember anything."
Marco grinned at that information and gave her the night off. She ate dinner and went right back to bed.
During the next week, Marco had one of his other girls whore Jill out to mostly tourists so that he could make arrangements for her for the weekend. Some nights she only had to fuck one customer and others, she fucked three or four.
When the weekend came, Marco informed her that she would be spending it with a few of his friends who owned a small cottage away from the populated areas. She packed a small overnight bag and rode on the back of Marco's motorcycle for about an hour. As they finally pulled through the trees to a secluded cabin, Jill was greeted by five big Jamaicans and two big dogs. When she dismounted, she saw all the men grinning at her as the dogs jostled her for attention. One of the men approached Marco and handed him a wad of cash. He said, "Any ting off limits wit the bitch, Marco?"
He shook his head. "Nope. Just don't permanently mark her, ok?"
The man grinned at Marco and said, "You OK wit all seven of us fucking her?"
Marco grinned ear-to-ear. "Yep. If you make a video, save me a copy." Marco turned his bike and drove away.
As Jill stood in the middle of the group, one of the men approached her. He handed her a drink and then ripped open a packet of powder and poured it in. He put his dirty finger in and stirred and then lifted his finger to her mouth. She let him put it in her mouth and sucked the liquid from his finger. The man said, "You drink dis drink. It drugged and make you do any ting we want. And you not remember what you do. And dat be good for you."
Jill looked at the man, then turned and looked at the other four men and two big dogs. She looked back to him and then raised the drink to her mouth and drank it down.
When Marco returned two days later, he noticed that Jill appeared to have been well used and was still a little out of it. She had a blank look on her face, red hand marks on her face, scratches on her arms and legs and dried cum or spit in her hair. Marco asked, "How did she do?"
The man laughed and said, "She did every ting we hoped she would do and more. I got a recording for you, and I tink you gonna like it. Maybe we used dis bitch again someday, yeah?"
Marco nodded and said, "Anytime, my friend. Anytime." He turned to Jill and said, "Get on da bike, bitch." Jill walked zombie-like to him and climbed on his bike and they took off through the trees.
Marco dropped his well-used white whore at her room and went home. The next day he brought Akeem and the video to her room and insisted they watch the things she did the past weekend. As Marco hooted and laughed, Akeem stared in awe at what the beautiful wealthy white American had become. Jill was shocked, and then furious, and finally, completely humiliated at the things that were done to her. Her body still felt strange and ached from the weekend.
Before the video was done, she jumped up and yelled, "I can't believe you let them do that to me! That's disgusting."
Marco laughed and said, "You didn't seem to think so at the time, did you, whore?"
"But . . . but, I was under the influence of . . . . . "
"Shut the fuck up, cunt. You willingly took those drugs. They even gave you a couple of heroin injections. You willingly did those things, you dirty fucking cow."
Jill put her head in her hands and cried.
After a few minutes, Marco said, "Are you finished, cunt?" She looked up at him. "Do you want something to make you feel better?" Jill sat quietly for a few seconds and then nodded her head yes, thinking he was going to give her a sedative. Marco smirked as he walked to her, grabbed her arm and shot a needle of heroin into it.
"Wha . . . what is that? Is . . . is that what I thi . . . "
"Calm down, bitch. The boys tell me you did quite well with it this past weekend. Now, take off your clothes, slut"
