Perverts 'R' Us

Dark Nightmares - Chapter Three

By Perverse Verberations ( f/b, fdom, viol, hum, sad, cbt )

What am I going to do? First, I'm going to finish up having a good cry. Then, I'm getting the fuck out of here, as fast as I can. Once I'm away and back home, I'm telling my folks everything. I don't care if no one believes me. I at least have evidence, in the form of my swollen balls. After those last two busts that Shakeela gave me, they have been swelling and swelling. They feel large and cumbersome and they are pressing painfully within my now tight-feeling undies.

I sit and rock for quite awhile, sobbing to myself and thinking. At least now I have a little peace to myself, so that I CAN think. As I rehearse over in my head about what I'm going to be telling my folks, I realize that I will be required to show what's been done to me. If not to them, then to the police at the very least! The thought of strangers looking at me - makes me feel almost as nauseous as the busts. Then I think, what if it's a police lady!? I might stiffen up, and that thought really makes me scared. Maybe they'll think that it was me that caused it all. They'll think I'm sort of pervert! Also, it would be my word against EVERYONE else, including Mrs. White. There's no doubt she'll come to her "baby's" defense and then deny that she did any wrong doing either!

It would be one person's word against the word of a couple of dozen people. I'm now talking myself out of telling and find that I am in the same situation as I was a while ago.

My eyes begin to brim with tears. With my story and swollen balls I know my folks will believe me, but maybe they'll have doubts. Then, will the authorities even believe me? Oh god! They'll take pictures or video I bet. My mom might see those and I couldn't stand that. Tears begin to trickle and they wet the floor. I'm now getting well used to the sound of splattering tears and the aching between my legs.

I get a gloomy outlook on my future. A future made up of me getting ball-busted all the time by all these black females. No, no, no, NO! That's NOT going to happen, I resolve to myself. I just have to come up with something. I sit and think. Nothing comes to mind and I feel completely deflated and exhausted, as I now softly weep. The throbbing in my groin goes like, "What am I going to do... what am I going to do...." The pain and throbbing is a constant reminder to me of just how much danger I'm in.

The pain has eased off. I decide to try and massage them. I begin to do so and give out a little cry and pull back my hand. They are still too sensitive. A few minutes later, I try again and force myself to put up with the pain. Suddenly, my mind flashes to the view of when all those girls were standing around me and I was looking up their skirts. Especially to Tiffany with her dripping legs. Then, I see Shakeela over me, with her white panties, dark skin, pretty face, and big chest. My cock begins to stiffen and for some reason I have to start rubbing it. It grows and soon I'm grabbing it and tugging on it through my pants, whiling using my free hand to massage my balls. Doing this makes me feel funny but it eases the pain and feels strangely good. These past few months I've found myself touching myself, but it has never felt like it does now. I just wish my balls weren't hurting so bad so I could enjoy it more.

I notice that a lot of time has elapsed and I reluctantly stop playing with myself. I need to get home, even though I really don't know what I'm going to do about all this.

Slowly, I get up, grab my pack, and make my way to the closest exit. The one the girls took about a half hour ago. I push on the doors and find that they are chained shut. That leaves the door to the school that I was first brought in by. I go to it, push it, and look up and down the corridor. I see a side exit to the outside and realize that it will do nicely. It seems to be out of the way. I go to it and make my way outside and see that the day is getting dusky. This exit leads to a secluded path that runs between two structures of the school. The auditorium I just left and what looks like three stories of classrooms. This exit is well-shaded, with bushes and trees all around. Very secluded. I smile to myself.

I begin to gingerly, with my legs a bit cross-legged, walk down the path. My balls are rubbing achingly in my underwear. Just a short ways down, I detect a motion from the corner of my eye, between a couple high bushes. The peace I felt earlier is quickly taken away, as I turn to look.

Fear grips me. It's Shakeela. She's been waiting for me. A little whimper escapes my throat and I try to run. I can't. All I can manage is a shamble. Why I don't scream out, I don't know. I'm to fixated on just trying to get away, I guess.

"Stop!" she commands.

I know I can't get away and so I do as she says, but keep my face turned away. I figure trying to get away will just make things worse.

"Turn around!"

I fearfully turn and keep my eyes downcast.

"Look up at me, white boy." she tells me with confidence dripping from her voice at this point. My eyes are drawn upward by her words.

"I figured you'd come out this way...."

Shakeela then begins to walks toward me and begins to undo the top buttons of her shirt, as she makes her way to me.

"Course, I kept checking the other exits too, just to be sure. Began to wonder if you went and told."

I stare transfixed, as she undoes the top four buttons. Slowly she walks toward me, in what I figure is a sexy walk. Hips rolling, body swaying.

"Be bad for you if you did and I figure that you're not that stupid. With it being our word against yours. So, I waited and knew you had to come out sometime..."

Once she's done, her white bra clearly shows and her cleavage is spilling out the tops of her cups. She is but a few steps away.

"However, I WAS beginning to wonder. It took you long enough and I have to get home..."

She is now standing over me looking down and I feel so small and helpless. I self-consciously squeeze my legs together and pray.

"Hi." she breathes down to me, with an almost sweet tone.

"Please..." I say with a quivering voice and my body begins to perspire and shake.

"Please?" she sneers. "Please, what?"

I swallow hard.

"Tell me. How're your nuts?" She bends over, putting her hands on her knees, and her mounds rolling in her cups.

My chin is now quivering frightfully.

"They must be doing OK, huh?" she asks with mocked concern.

I eye her breasts and my cock twitches. Her smile widens.

"It's just as Mrs. White told me after school. You're a dirty little white boy with dirty thoughts. She told me to keep and eye on you cause you like black girls."

"Please... please... pleeeaase." I say quietly in a begging tone and can't seem to say anything else.

She only looks at me smiling. She then stands up and grabs onto my shoulders. I don't even try to resist. "We talked and she says that you will probably need to be broken of your nasty desires. I thought the little game earlier might do it. It didn't work out quite like I had hoped, and so obviously I was wrong. Most of the girls treated it like some dumb ass game and then you seemed to actually like it! Except for the ending maybe. That gave me the idea that I'LL just have to do it by myself!"

She wraps her arms around me, hugs me to her and she lowers her body. I place my hands on her hips and hold on. I'm hoping that she'll just bust me some and be done.

"Don't yell for help." she threatens.

"Ok." I say, resigned and quietly.

Then, I begin to say "please, don't" over and over under my breath, with my chin pressing down into her soft, warm, smooth and brown flesh. She quickly brings her knee up into my nuts with a thump. I cry out in pain, turn my head, lay my cheek on her chest and begin to weep upon her large breasts.

"I can't count on any of the others, especially that fucking Tiffany. I saw how she was acting. I think she wants to actually fuck you!"

Then, she pushes her knee up between my legs and uses her foot to kick my legs apart. She pulls back her leg... and knees me again with an audible little thump. I turn my head and bury my face in her breasts sobbing. I can't take this! I can't!

"How does that feel, white boy? You didn't think I'd leave without giving you some advice did you?" she snickers. "About liking black girls. Here it is. Don't."

Then she busts me again and I grunt out.

"Especially my little sis!"

She spreads my legs for another bust.

"Don't! Please, don't!" I sob against her now perspiring breasts. She chooses to ignore me. This is just too much!

"You're nothing but a white devil. A tempter! You know that? I've actually heard some of my sister's whispering about how you have pretty eyes. About your smooth white skin and straight soft hair." Now, I fear that she doesn't WANT to stop.

I've just about got the courage up to yell for help. At least I'm outside this time. I pull my head up and open my mouth but I'm too slow. I hesitate. She sees what I'm doing.

"Oh, hell no!"

Shakeela quickly parts my legs with her knee and quickly pulls her knee the farthest back yet. I think this is why I hesitate. The realization and fear of what that knee is going to do. Then, she whips her leg forward and busts me. The blow is far harder than she has done up to this point. THUMP! All I get out is a little high-pitched yelp.

"Yeah! How'd you like that, FUCKER!" she grunts. "I told you not to yell!"

The scream I was going to give gets choked off by the waves of pain. I catch my breath as fast as I can and I'm about to try again to give off a scream, when she grabs a handful of hair and pushes my head between her breasts, smothering me. I'm shaking in her arms badly.

"No way am I going to let you scream out for help, white boy." she hisses. "Not 'til I'm done giving you my FULL message!"

I still give it a shot. "Help!!!" I screech but it's just muffled. I then go quiet and simply sob between her brown mounds. Quivering.

"Now, that I've got your attention. Listen to me carefully..." she pauses for emphasis. "I hate whites. Especially white guys and their nasty little white balls with their filthy seed!" she tells me with strong emotion, shoving her leg up between mine and into my balls painfully.

I'm gagging and pleading.

"This means... I hate you." I hear her say under her breath, as she squishes her leg around. "Especially THESE!" she hisses, thrusting her thigh into my balls.

"Fuck all the girls you want, I could care less. Just as long they aren't sisters!"

I'm just now calming down a bit. Just a bit.

"And to make sure you know that I mean it..." (Again with the pause for effect…) "I'm now going to teach you to stay away by making your tiny white nuts pay. I'm going to hurt them very, VERY badly."

She begins to pull her leg back, slowly...

I pitifully shake my head no. "Oh, god. Oh please, don't." I rasp out.

Then she proceeds to bust me over and over, with slow deliberate strikes and she puts some serious force begin each strike. My arms drop to my sides, my legs are aching badly, my stomach feels like it's about to empty and my breath is knocked from my body on each blow. Soon, I become like a groaning rag doll in her arms with my arms and legs just flopping around. At first, I'm not sure if it's a good thing or not but my cock works its way down with my nuts and it is getting as much of the abuse. I dimly think that this is good cause, even though it's getting abused too, it helps to take some of the load off my balls. My crotch is bouncing painfully on her leg and the sound of her busting me goes...

Thump... thump.... thump....

I'm just glad that all these busts are not like the one she used to keep me from yelling out. These are more of just constant hard strikes. However, the number of them soon becomes unbearable and my balls are swelling up more and more...

Thump... thump.... thump....

"Yeah, white boy." She's now panting and beginning to sweat. I'm definitely sweating and my hair is slick by this time. "Like it? Huh?" Pant, pant. "You like having your crotch bouncing on my leg?" She takes in a shuddering breath. "Like having my black knee and thigh crushing your tiny white balls?" She moans.

Thump... thump.... thump....

I can only barely shake my head no to all she says.

Thump... thump.... thump....

I feel faint and about to throw up.

Thump... thump.... thump....

I can't get much air with my face being smothered by her large brown breasts. Then, I begin to concentrate on these breasts. I think of their softness and warmth. I think about what they might look like naked. Big, brown and delicious is what I begin to think. My penis begins to stiffen! I find myself riding her leg and beginning to like it. WEIRD!

Thump... thump.... thump....

Her breasts are now quite sweaty and I can taste her, as the sweat makes its way into my gasping mouth. I begins to wonder what her skin tastes like.

Thump... thump.... thump....

My curiosity gets the better of me and so I begin licking at her and this causes me to harden more, even though my cock is now swollen like my nuts. This is all too weird! Why do I want to lick her?!

Thump... thump.... thump....

I begin to suckle on her sweaty flesh. Then to nibble. My mouth seems to have a mind of its own.

"Yeah, oh yeah." she begins to pant over and over, as she busts me. "Yeah... yeah... oh.... YEAH!" The sound of her panting voice excites me more...

Thump... thump.... thump....

She catches her breath. "I guess you realize by now that I want to completely crush your fucking white balls."

Thump... thump.... thump....

I pathetically nod my head. My partially hardened cock is bouncing delightfully, though painfully, upon her leg.

Thump... thump.... thump....

Suddenly, she stops and she grabs my hair. Shakeela pulls my tear-stained and gasping face back. I'm barely breathing and can only suck in short breaths from the pain.

"Oh my god, Mrs. White was right. You do like to try and tempt us with that tiny little dick of yours." she pants out, slightly shaking my head.

She lets go and my head falls backward. My head rolls to the side and this is when I spy a wide-eyed Tiffany, hidden off in the bushes. She's on down at the end of the path, which exits out onto the school grounds. The thought of her spying this scene excites me even more and my cock jerks in my pants and lengthens downward by my balls! Mostly though, I'm hoping that she helps me. My attention is drawn back to Shakeela, as she speaks.

"What the fuck is it going to take for you to learn, white boy? Am I going to have to really crush your tiny nuts?" she rasps out. "Well, I WILL truly crush your balls unless you stay away from my sisters. Crush them so you won't be able to splash your cum around! Maybe I should anyway!"

Her actions and her words send a fearful tingle through my body. I don't know why but the thought of this practically grown black girl crushing my nuts not only horrifies me but it also exhilarates me to the point where my penis stiffens all the way! It has hardened down my pants and rests between my nuts, pressing into the crotch of my pants painfully. The position makes it quite uncomfortable indeed.

For the life of me, I can't figure why all this is making me excited and hard. Maybe because I'm dizzy from lack of oxygen and feel like I'm about to pass out. Maybe cause I like being at the mercy of a girl?

Then cold fear rushes though me, as I feel her pulling her knee as far back as she can. I see in her eyes what's she's intending to do. What I think she may not even truly be aware of! Saying it is one thing. Doing is something else. I think she's in the doing frame of mind, without being aware of it! My mind races around and panic sets in, though I can't do shit about it!

I shake my head no weakly, all to no avail. I watch her as she takes in a slow hissing breath, between her now clenched teeth. She squeezes me tightly to her. I turn pleading eyes toward the now shadowy figure down the path.

"Help..." I weakly breathe out. I mostly mouth the word.

The sun is setting by this time.

I turn back to look into the eyes of Shakeela. No mercy there and so I lift my shaking hands up behind her and grasp her butt cheeks weakly. My "dick" is pulsing and it's rock hard.

Then she hisses out slowly, "I hope they get..."

Then, knees me with everything she has, with a loud THUD!

I don't know for certain what she said but the word sounded like "crushed". I do know that my hard cock kept her knee from giving my balls the intended full force of her last great bust. I just give off a wheezing gasp, as my arms drop lifelessly. It feels like she has just broken my cock in two and it begins to soften in agony.

At first, there is nothing in my balls...

She pushes me away and lets me drop to the cooling grass in a heap. I drop like I'm dead and look up. She has an almost fearful look and looks around quickly. No, she doesn't seem to see Tiff, who I assume has pulled back into the bushes completely.

Only a couple seconds have passed...

Then, the pain in my balls hit and I begin squealing and thrashing. My legs begin giving of little kicks and I writhe in the grass. Suddenly, I throw up my lunch from earlier today. I gag and my hot sweaty body continues to weakly thrash upon the cool feeling grass. Shakeela merely watches me for a long time smiling but she's nervous and wanting to leave. The sun has now gone down and it is twilight. Only the sun's rays still illuminate.

"Oh... oh... oh..." I whimper pathetically. My penis has completely deflated from its own tortuous pain.

Once I am calmed down enough, she crouches, grabs my hair, yanks harshly and lifts my head. It's at this point that I realize that I am able to look up her skirt, as her legs rhythmically open and close nervously, within her skirt.

I watch her panties go taunt and then bunch. Taunt and then bunch, as she opens and closes her moist black legs. Also, I notice that her white panties seem to have a wet spot all along the center of it. I can dimly see meaty black flesh veiled by the now opaque material. The flesh is very much darker than the rest of her dark skin. Her black flesh is showing beautifully through the thin damping material and spilling out around the sides of her panties. I also note black moist looking hairs poking out the sides and I'm able to detect a smell coming from her crotch. I take in a sharp, deep shuddering breath. The smell is very musky. I feel a slight twitch. A slight twitch!?

My penis begins to stiffen yet again, even through all the abuse! I take in one deep breath after another. Not merely to catch my breath, which I need to, but so I can smell her. It's her aroma that I realize that is causing me to get stiff again! At least this time, my cock is stiffening upward in the crotch of my pants, so it won't be in an awkward position.

With my cock being battered and swollen, it feels uncommonly large, not unlike my balls. The entirety of my privates is now unnaturally large and painful! I can feel that my balls are now terribly swollen and pushing very painfully in my underwear indeed and my stiffening cock isn't helping matters. It is now pushing against the waistband of my underwear, pulling it tight. This has been one weird and horrible day for me, a day where I have discovered what sexuality is, a day for learning how it can be used against a person, especially against a small guy like me in the hands of a larger and more powerful girl.

I'm still gazing at her crotch and she at me these past minute. She seems to be taking simple delight in my predicament.

I realize she notices my staring but instead of doing what I expect, like closing her legs and keeping them closed or taking the even more likely action of beating me between the legs some more, she actually holds her legs open and even spreads them a bit wider. Her panties are pulled very taunt now and I see what looks like a cleft in her black meat. This is what a girl's pee-pee looks like? I think to myself.

I look to her face and she has a mean smile. My eyes are then drawn back to her crotch and I watch in fascination as that wet spot seems to be growing, with the pungent scent getting stronger. Is she peeing herself, I wonder. Doesn't smell like urine.

My legs are still involuntarily giving off little spastic kicks...

"Listen carefully. You must now know that I mean what I say cause we both know I meant to take off your nuts with that last bust." I look up fearfully and she is slightly nodding her head.

I lay here, quaking in pain and fear. Listening to her.

"So, this is how it is. I don't care if they want to fuck you. I don't care if they come to you BEGGING for it. You poke that little stick of yours into any of them and I'll bust your balls 'til they're powder!"

Hell, I don't even really know what she means but not wanting to lose my 'balls' or 'nuts' I quickly speak. "I won't. I swear." My voice sounds horrible, hoarse and weak.

I've decided that she's crazy and I look on with disbelief and horror.

She then slowly begins to stand and I quickly take in one final look at her crotch. Her panties are now completely wet and they are pulled up into her, making a deep crease. I see wetness shimmering along her inner thighs, though the light is now getting bad. Before she completely stands, she leans forward and whispers down to me. With her legs still spread wide, she grabs the edges of her shirt and bra and pulls down to let more flesh show. I can even see the edges of black circles contrasting to her dark brown flesh. She's teasing me I realize.

"Like what you see, honkey? Well, you ain't never going to get closer to this or any other fine black pussy than you are right now. 'Cause remember, if you do, I crush you. So take a GOOD look." she hisses. "Also, if you ever try to say anything about all this you won't EVER be able to enjoy NO pussy! I'll reach up between you skinny white legs and rip off all your shit!"

I listen in horror, not doubting her. Then, she seems to get a thought and kicks me over onto my back. My knees are drawn up to my chin and I'm quivering. She kicks my legs out flat and then steps over me and stands with her crotch right over my head, hands now on her knees. Shakeela then crouches down, putting her crotch close to my face. I can smell her strong odor.

"Smell that?" she huskily says. "That's just from the THOUGHT of crushing you. All this wetness is just from busting your white ass." I look upon her panties. "Now, imagine how much I'd really enjoy ACTUALLY doing it."

I let it all sink in and I begin to rapidly breath.

"I might even take you to the machine shop and introduce your little cock and balls to some of the equipment there. Like one of the vises, maybe. Yeah, I'll throw your sorry white ass over it, lay your shit in the vise and slowly twist 'til we both hear your tiny white nuts go POP!"

"Oh god. Please, don't. I promise. I'll be good and stay away." I choke out weakly, tears streaming.

"You better. Remember to especially stay away from my little sister. I'll do things you can't even imagine. You'll wish for nothing more than crushed nuts, you little fuck!" She then turns and starts walking down the apparently empty path.

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