Tish, tired by an evenings hard work at the chew and spew, doffed her apron and donned her jacket. It was an hour before closing, 11:00 pm, and she needed to get home, since it was up at 6:00 for school. She sighed, resigned although she wished she didn't have to work, but her parents, Ethiopians both, with a strong work ethic, had insisted. Every two weeks, at fifteen hours a week, Tish turned over her $100 paycheck to them, just like her brothers did. Well, she thought, they were poor, and every little bit helped. What didn't help was being black in this southern pit of a town, where she faced rejection from the whites for her color and from the blacks because she was an immigrant. Life sucks, she thought, then you die.

In the restroom she washed her face, trying to remove some of the grease which naturally accumulated over her entire body. She shuddered at the thought and looked into the mirror. At 15 she was beautiful in that classic Ethiopian way, with long, kinky black hair pulled back into a single braid falling down to the middle of her back, revealing a broad, smooth forehead and sparse eyebrows over shining dark eyes. All her features were delicate, including her wide, finely shaped, small nose, her generous, small mouth, and her fine cheekbones. Her body was just beginning to turn womanly, with her B-sized, conish breasts pushing provocatively against any blouse she wore, her narrow waist giving way to slightly wider hips and full, firm buttocks and athletic legs. At 5'2" and 110 lbs, she was truly stunning at 15, and promised to be even more so as she aged, her smoky-hued skin only accenting her beauty.

Sighing, she stepped out the back and started on her nightly trek home. Lost in a daze of exhaustion she didn't notice the truck pulling up behind her until it was just beside her and the boy driving yelled, "Hey Tish, working hard?" to the laughter of the girl sharing the cab with him and the two boys and girl in the bed of the truck. Looking up she saw that it was Bill, Donny, Greg, Cynthia, and Ruby in the truck, a small high school clique of seniors who took great delight in tormenting her as one of the few blacks who went to their school. Used to their abuse, she lowered her head, crossed her arms in front of her chest, and walked on, trying her best to ignore them.

She heard their voices and wondered that they were not shouting epithets at her, and started when she heard feet hit the ground. Quickly looking around, she saw that Donny, Greg, and Cynthia had jumped out of the bed of the truck and were charging her. Panicked, she turned and tried to flee, only to take three steps before they were on her. Her body flew through the air and landed heavily as someone tackled her, knocking the wind from her. She scrabbled frantically to get back up, to flee, but was knocked back to the ground by a fist driving into her kidney. Pain exploded in her back and side as she rolled about in pain, only to be met by a shoe slamming into her stomach, doubling her up. Then she was being kicked and hit all over her torso and legs, the blows raining down on her, thudding dully against her body. She was rolled up in a fetal position, her arms covering her head and face as they pummeled her, pain and the brute force of their attack jerking her body around on the ground.

She didn't know how long they beat her, but she quickly dropped into a dull distancing as shock set in. She remained curled up when they stopped beating her, her mind empty of anything. She didn't react when she heard one of the boys yell, "Come on, get her in the truck," and felt hands grip her and toss her into the bed of the truck. The jarring of her body against the truck bed snapping her back into the world. She rolled onto her back and tried to sit up, her body aching from the beating, but was thrown back by a hard slap across her face. When she looked up again, feeling the truck moving beneath her, she stared straight into the barrel of a .38 pistol set snugly in Donny's hand while Greg and Cynthia looked on, expressions of eager anticipation on their faces.

Tish trembled: she was really scared now, her eyes frozen on the end of the pistol just inches from her face.

"Now Bitch," Donny drawled, "put your hands above your head."

Still staring at the end of the gun, Tish slowly moved her arms above her head, feeling all the aches and bruises throughout her body from the beating she had taken earlier. Oh god, she thought, and shook in fear and closed her eyes as Donny gently caressed her cheek with the gun.

"Open wide," he said, pressing the barrel of the gun against her lips until she parted them slightly.

She shivered and felt the knot of fear in her stomach tighten as Donny slid the cool, smooth barrel of the pistol between her lips and into her mouth, her eyes large and white as she used them to plead with him.

"Now suck on it, bitch," he growled softly, and with a whimper she obeyed him, drawing in her cheeks as she began to suck on the gun, which he slowly drew in and out of her mouth.

Cynthia looked on at the bitch's humiliation and fear with growing satisfaction. At 5'6, thin with a firm body and good shape, long blonde hair and blue eyes, both she and Ruby were the beauties of high school. In fact they looked so much alike they were now pretending to be twins, wearing the same clothes and everything. But though they seemed to have everything, they both looked at Tish and saw what they could never have: truly stunning beauty. They were both insanely jealous of her--and what right, Cynthia thought to herself, does a fucking stinking nigger bitch like this have to look that good? She would make her pay and pay.

Greg looked on, his shock of dark hair tossing in the wind. He had always thought Tish was a looker, but she was black, so was off limits. Now though, he rubbed his cock through his pants in anticipation, he would get a shot at her--of that he had no doubt. If the girls didn't demand it, he would just take her and rape the fuck out of her--with a body like that, it was what she was made for anyway.

Tish closed her eyes as tears began running down the side of her face, her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked on the end of Donny's pistol. Her mind and body quailed as she felt his hand on her stomach, pushing up her shirt until she could feel his hand against her flesh. Goose bumps rose on her flesh from the chill and from the contact of his hand as he rubbed it against her flat, firm stomach. Her eyes snapped open as she felt other hands at her hips, undoing the buttons on her jeans. She made a muffled sound and tried to raise her head up when the gun was forced far back against her throat, making her gag, and Donny was leaning over her, spitting out angrily, "Don't you move, bitch. Don't you move one little bit! Got it!"

She nodded, her mouth still around the gun, and stared, frozen like a bird by a snake, up into the blue eyes of Donny, her lips still around the muzzle of his gun. Hands continued to pull her jeans down her legs until they were bunched around her knees, and she heard Greg whistle over the wind and say, "Whewee. Nice. She's got even better looking legs than you Cynthia."

"Shut the fuck up, Greg. Are you saying you'd rather fuck a nigger whore like this than have me?" Greg just smiled at her and she turned angrily to Tish and tore her shoes and socks off before pulling the girls jeans from her body. "Well, there she is, go ahead and fuck her if you want to so bad."

"Now Cynthia, I didn't mean it like that... But you have to admit she's got a good pair on her."

"Well.."

"And wouldn't you love to see those pretty little legs of hers pulled wide, jerking and trembling as someone whipped her pussy?"

"Yesss," Cynthia hissed as she pictured the black girl being abused like that, "yes I would." Greg smiled.

Tish whimpered through the gun when she heard them speaking. What were they saying? Rape? Whipping? What were they going to do with her? She was so terrified she began shaking uncontrollably, wishing she were anywhere else, even dead.

A silence fell over the back of the truck as Donny slowly pulled the pistol from the young teenager's mouth; they were all lost in their own thoughts. Donny knew that he wasn't thinking straight, knew that the mere thought of having such a hot piece of meat to do anything he wanted with was driving him nuts. Most of all he wanted to hurt her, to make her scream and beg and cry and plead with him to stop hurting her, to see her smooth, silky flesh quiver, tremble, and break under his blows.... It was almost too much for him. Greg was wondering which of her holes he wanted to fuck first. It had gone this far, he thought, may as well take something away from it, and a good fuck of a hot cunt like Tish would be just what he ordered. He wondered if she was a virgin, but decided against it: everyone knew black girls got popped by their fathers before they started bleeding. Cynthia just wanted to see the little bitch humiliated, and was busy thinking up the best way to do so. She was a little wary of Donny, though: she had never seen him so intense. She figured it didn't matter that much, and then remembered that Greg had a couple of dogs....

Tish went into a state of semi-shock as Donny lightly caressed her face with the pistol, his eyes crazy as he looked at her, his hand hot against the flesh of her thighs. She was like a trapped animal, acting solely on instinct: now was the time to lay still, to do nothing. Sometime in the future it would be time to flee, and flee she would, but not now.

For her, the ride went on and on, but in reality they pulled up to Greg's home, sitting placidly on fifty acres and set well back from the main road, the tires kicking up gravel from the long, wide driveway, only fifteen minutes later. They had chosen this hangout since his parents were gone for the week; Tish was just an added bonus.

As the truck lurched to a skidding halt, Tish sprang into motion. With her shoulder she knocked Donny's gun hand and body out of her way and sprung up and out of the truck bed all in one fluid motion, fear and desperation giving her inhuman agility. Hitting the ground hard in bare feet she stumbled to her hands and knees for a moment before she stood and started in a full sprint back toward the road. Angry voices sounded behind her and the sound of pursuit followed. She may have escaped had she not stumbled, but after merely fifty yards of freedom she was grabbed from behind and dragged down, the gravel of the roadway skinning up her legs, arms, and stomach. She struggled maniacally in Greg's grip, punching and biting and kicking, to no avail as Cynthia, Ruth, Bill, and Donny caught up and together held her down.

"Noo! Noo! Let me go! Stop! Please!" she wailed as they turned her onto her back and they held her spread-eagled against the ground, Donny and Bill holding her legs and the girls holding her arms while Greg sat on her stomach.

"Stupid bitch," Cynthia hissed to herself, her blood up from the chase. Louder, she said, "Someone shut the cunt up!"

"Here Greg," Bill motioned, handing him his knife, a wicked looking boot job with a six inch blade, "cut her if she keeps yowling."

Greg took the knife reluctantly, not really wanting to ruin a gorgeous piece of meat like Tish, but then again, this wasn't really his ball game. He slapped her hard on the face several times, each time yelling "shut up," until it finally registered and she looked fearfully up at him as he waved the knife in front of her face.

Her head rocked hard back and forth as Greg slapped her, and finally she stopped screaming and begging, hearing him for the first time. Then her eyes caught the glint of the knife in the moonlight and she froze, entranced by the flickering blade.

"Well well well," Greg said, seeing that they had things under control, "seems our little Tish needs a lesson. What kind of punishment do you think she deserves for trying to run away from us?"

Punishment, punishment? Tish's mind screamed even as her eyes remained locked on the blade in Greg's hand. They had beaten her, kidnapped her, made her suck the barrel of a gun, stripped her, and then tackled her bruised body and held her down against the hard gravel in the middle of the night, and now they were talking about punishing her? Her mind screamed in protest, but she remained silent.

"Rape her," Ruth's soft voice said, and Greg looked up at her in amazement, seeing a look on her face that he had never before seen, a look of sexual hunger, "rape her in the dirt and make her beg for it."

Cynthia laughed and cried, "Come on, go for it guys. She'll love it; all nigger bitches do."

Tish framed the word "No" with her lips but no sound came out. She was terrified, terrified of these people she had always thought of as peers, terrified both for her life and her body, knowing now that there was no length to which they would not go. All she could think about was getting out of this alive, oh god she was too young to die.

Although the boys hesitated at this suggestion, they didn't hesitate long. Both Donny and Bill pulled her firm, shapely legs further apart, ceding first shot to Greg, while Greg slid down her body until he was sitting on her thighs and quickly cut off her panties.

Only her t-shirt and bra covered her now, and she felt completely exposed. The back bit into her back and ass and legs as Greg draped himself over her, and she began to cry as she realized what was about to happen. She felt the knife point at her chin at the same time she felt his cock press against her virgin opening, and shuddered.

"Tell me you want it," Greg hissed, his face just inches from hers. "Beg me to fuck you."

Sobbing, she said it as the knife drew blood. "Oh please, fuck me. Please. I want it. I want you to fuck mmfff...." She was cut off as Greg kissed her hard, his tongue diving deep into her mouth and his hips jerking forward as he repeatedly tried to jam his cock into her cunt.

"Mmmmmfffff," she cried out into his mouth as her body arched in agony, her virgin cunt yielding only slowly to his onslaught. Her muscles cramped as more of him entered her and with one more thrust her agony was complete.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH HHHGGGGGGGGGGGG!" she screamed, her mouth breaking from his, her head thrown back, her whole body supported only by the head and heels as she screamed the scream of the damned as she felt her hymen being raped from her and his cock surge upward to bury itself fully inside her.

She collapsed back onto the ground, chest heaving and heart beating, pain invading every part of her being, and began squirming uncontrollably beneath her rapist, trying somehow to escape as he methodically began pumping in and out of her.

Greg was in heaven inside by far the tightest cunt he'd ever had. His head was at her neck and shoulder, biting and sucking and kissing as he worked himself inside her. Cynthia and Ruth were watching, he knew, and that fact, that those two hot cunt's wanted this, turned him on that much more. Her squirming beneath him made it even better, hell, the best. It wasn't long before he felt his balls tighten and that impending tingling from his loins. He humped faster, her moans of pain and the encouragements from the girls just further exciting him, and shot load after load into her ravaged pussy in the best come of his life.

She cringed inside as she felt Greg fill her with his seed. The pain was still there, as was the degradation and humiliation, but she had lost her will to fight. She knew she would have to suffer two more rapes, but that didn't matter--she was already beaten.

Ruth stared with a maniacal intensity at Tish's rape, her beautiful blue eyes wide with lust. It was such a rush, such a rush to see--no, to have--such a beautiful girl like Tish humiliated, broken, raped in the dirt like a beast. She felt a warm glow wash over her body as she watched Tish struggle beneath her rapist, and her hand crept down beneath her blouse to her own cunt. It was wet, so wet, and she began to fondle herself, feeling her own orgasm building as she watched Greg about to come himself.

Cynthia loved what she was seeing. Who would have thought Ruth would have suggested it? No matter, the black bitch was getting just what she deserved. Probably loving it too, for all the crying and begging and screaming.

Donny thought to himself as he watched Greg come inside the cunt. He could do better than that. The bitch had only really screamed once. He got up to prove himself as Greg rolled off her.

Bill actually felt a little sorry for Tish. Not that he thought she was really human or anything like that, but even animals deserved a little kindness. Of course, when they started getting out of control, they needed a little schooling; it just didn't need to be quite so brutal. He shrugged to himself. He knew he was going to take his pleasure from her--he was hard as hell--he just didn't have to be as thoughtless as Greg or brutal as he knew Donny was about to be.

Donny told the girls to step back and had Greg and Bill pull Tish's legs until her knees were wide apart to either side of her head and her body was bent double, her ass way up in the air. Tish had a hard time breathing, but was almost beyond caring. She barely reacted when Donny placed both hands around her tits to support himself and only grunted as he thrust himself brutally into her cunt--the pain already lingering in her cunt was already almost as bad.

One more thrust and he drove in up to the balls, and she screamed as his cock pounded against her cervix and his hands clawed her tits. "Ugggg," she grunted in pain as he slammed brutally into her cervix again and again; "Aaaahhhhhhh!" she screamed each time he dug his fingers mercilessly into her tits; "Aaahhgg!

The End