When I Say I Belong to a Gang ...
-- (C) lightswitch

FF, inter, reluc, noncon/con, mild hum

May 2007

Andrea had talked me into checking out a new club, off High
Street. As usual, she had been right - we had a great time and
had had guys hitting on us all night.  Well, they were mostly
hitting on Andrea, although I did get my share.  With her
luxurious blonde hair and vivacious, extroverted personality, men
were attracted to Andrea like moths to a flame.  Or, more
accurately, to a Bug Zapper -- she tends to shoot people down,
even if she likes them. But Andrea was attractive enough that
they kept trying.

Even though she was my friend, I had to admit that Andrea tended
to be as nasty as she was beautiful.  She had a real temper and a
definite mean streak. She told me once that she had high
standards and didn't suffer fools. I guess I felt flattered to
have been included in her circle of friends. Andrea was rarely
mean to me, but then again, I tended to follow her lead whenever
we were together.

Both of us lived close to the University, although neither of us
attended ... Andrea in a stylish rented house off South Campus,
and me in a more ... modest ... apartment, off North Campus. 
Andrea had one roommate, a girl from a "friend of the family." I
had three roommates - we met through a classified. As you may
have guessed, Andrea came from a much higher socio-economic
circle.  I don't think she really knew how modest my background
was - I was educated and cultured, and knew enough to appreciate
the topics she chose to talk about.

After the club session, we headed back home. Andrea was
complaining loudly about the drinks, but I was starting to notice
that the part of town we were in didn't look as good, now, as it
had at 6 p.m., when we'd started.

Up ahead, I saw some women, lounging near an alley, sitting on a
low stone breakwall that shored up dirt from a yard of some
building that was at a higher elevation than the street.

They looked like big women.

Tough women.

I pushed my glasses higher on my nose, to get a better look.

Only two of the women were "lounging." The sole white woman
appeared to be locked in a passionate embrace with a much bigger
black woman. That woman was, by far, the biggest of the four and
wore a sleeveless metal-studded, black leather vest (with nothing
underneath!) and a short, black leather skirt. I could see that
her arms and legs were heavily muscled, as she held the white
girl tight, kissing her hard.

The other two also very heavy-looking black women, although more
fat than muscled. They were dressed in dirty, torn, black denim
(also with metal  studs!) and were lounging on the wall, grinning
and encouraging the big woman in her molestations.  Their clothes
made me suspect they were gang members.

As we got closer, I could see that the smaller white girl (she
was small only in comparison to the other three, actually she was
about Andrea's height - maybe an inch or so taller than me) was
not being passionate - she was struggling against the black
woman's attentions.

Andrea seemed oblivious to this and we kept walking towards them.

"I swear!" Andrea exclaimed, louder than I was comfortable with,
"that man could not mix a decent mojito to save his *life*!"

The tough girls ahead didn't seem to have noticed us, yet. I
nudged Andrea and tried to make her aware of the potential danger
ahead. But she kept walking and gesticulating in indignation. 
"That girls is getting raped by some gang of lesbians," I
thought. "What should we do? Well, we *should* help. But ... what
*can* we do?  Those women are *big*!  Maybe we can call the
police when we get home ..."

"And they call those Cosmopolitans?!?" Andrea shouted,
indignantly. "More like spiked punch from a frat house!"

I wanted to cross the street, but couldn't get Andrea to halt her
aggrieved tirade. Andrea kept walking and I couldn't think of any
other course but to follow.

Eventually, we were only about 15 feet away from the
tough-looking women - far too close for my liking!

"*Andrea!* I hissed, giving her a sharp elbow to the ribs.

Andrea halted and looked at me with shock and irritation.

"What the fuck are you doing?!?" she demanded. "You are *never*
to hit *me*!"  I apologized abjectly and tried to motion ahead to
the gang women.

Andrea finally looked ahead and saw them. I was relieved, until I
saw that the tough women had noticed us, as well. They looked at
us expectantly. The biggest woman had stopped mauling her victim
and merely held the girl by an arm, as the slim red-head sobbed,
softly.

"So ... what?" Andrea asked, in an indignant and far-too-loud
voice, sniffing as she regarded the toughs. "Them? Is that what
you wanted me to see? A bunch of riff raff, hanging out in the
street? So what? I don't have time for freak shows."  Andrea
started walking again.

I could have died.

I saw the two big side-kicks tense. The biggest woman, who I
assumed was the group's leader, let loose her grip on the
red-head she had been recently molesting.  The girl raised her
tear-streaked face in surprise, and then bolted down the street,
in the direction in which I wished we were still heading.

Andrea continued walking, as if nothing had happened.

I was panicking, though. I did *not* want to pass close to those
women - it was obvious to me that we were just *begging* for a
severe beating and/or robbery.

As we got within a few feet, the leader slid off the wall and
stood in the middle of the sidewalk, blocking our  path.

"Ah think you owe us an apology," she informed us.

Trying to avoid the now-all-but-inevitable confrontation, I
immediately fell all over myself, trying to supply the requested
apology.

"You're right," I nodded vigorously, "That was completely
uncalled for. We apologize for our rudeness! Too much to drink,"
I laughed. I stopped short. "Not that that is an excuse or
anything. Please ... accept our apologies!"

The leader looked at me for a long, uncomfortable moment, then
nodded. The corners of her mouth twitched up, ever-so slightly.

"Not you, Specs," she chuckled. I adjusted my glasses,
self-consciously. "You dint do nuffin. You can go."

The big woman lost her smile. "Her," she said, nodding her head
in  Andrea's direction. "She's da one dat need to apologize."

Andrea arched one eyebrow and sniffed. "Fuck *that*," she said,
dismissively. "You can just haul your fat asses out of my way,
you insolent nig-"

"Andrea!" I cut her off, shocked. I had no idea she was ...
racist! Andrea turned to look at me, frowning with disapproval. I
shrunk back, realizing I had never confronted her on anything,
before this. But still ... not only had she crossed the line, her
statement was just plain stupid, especially given our situation.

"Th-that's inappropriate!" I choked out, shriveling under her
critical glare.

"You oughtta listen to your friend, there," the leader advised,
brows furrowed in rage. She flexed her large, muscular arms, as
if to drive home the threat of what lay ahead if Andrea didn't
heed her advice.

"Fuck you," Andrea casually snapped, as she tried to walk past
the trio.

"No," the leader retorted, grabbing Andrea by the arm and
swinging her into the alley, "Fuck *you*!"

"Andrea!" I shouted, jumping forward. I have no idea what I could
have done, since there was no way I could have physically
interceded. But I acted on reflex.

So did the two Amazons at the leader's side. Each of them grabbed
one of my arms and pulled them cruelly to each side, effectively
immobilizing me between my own outstretched arms. Then, they
lifted me completely off the sidewalk and followed their leader
and the fallen Andrea into the alley.

Once out of sight of most of the street, they set me down -
surprisingly gently. But they still kept a tight grip on my arms,
held to each side.  Each of them moved in closer, until they were
pushed up against me, on either side.

"Watch your friend, dere" one of them whispered in my ear. "This
is gonna be *good*!"

The other one was shouting encouragement to the leader. "You
*go*, Yolanda!  Tahm to show dat little white bitch a whoooole
nudder world!"

Their leader, Yolanda, seemed casual, but stood blocking any
attempted flight back to High Street.  The alley was fairly
well-lit, so I had a good view of the conflict, although my two
captors had me close to the wall, in the shadows.

Andrea got to her feet slowly, seemingly unable to comprehend
that anyone would dare lay hands on her person.  She angrily
brushed at her hot, red club dress, which was now horribly
stained with dirt and God-knows-what-else that had been on the
ground in this alley.

She stared dumbly at her ruined clothing for a while, then glared
at Yolanda.  "You fucking ..."  She used a racial slur again.  I
cringed.

"Oh man," breathed the woman trapping my left arm in her
vice-like grip, "your little friend done *done* it now, white
girl!"

"Susan," I said.  The woman looked at me, uncomprehendingly.

"My name is Susan," I said, giving a weak smile. I felt a little
foolish, providing introductions under such circumstances, but I
wanted to dilute the obvious racial tension around us.

The woman gave a slow grin. "Ahm Cassie. That there's Saundra,"
she said, pronouncing is "Sawndra."  The other Amazon smiled and
nodded. "Pleased ta make yer acquaintance, Susan," she laughed.

I chuckled a little, myself, but both of them suddenly tightened
their grips, forcing my arms back a little. I sobered up,
quickly.

"Ah lahk you, Susie," Cassie said, conversationally. "You got
lots better manners than your foul-mouthed, racist friend, there.
 What's a nas girl lahk you doing with a racist bitch lahk that?"

I found I didn't really have any good answers, so we all turned
our eyes back to Andrea and Yolanda.

The gang leader's eyes were slitted and I could tell she was
boiling with anger. "Ah gave you one, white girl," she whispered
vehemently. "You took two." She advanced on Andrea.

Andrea seemed equally angry, and didn't seem to show any fear.
The smaller blonde girl leapt at her dark, muscular assailant,
arms flailing and palms open, ready to slap.

In one swift, undercut motion, Yolanda buried a beefy fist into
Andrea's mid-section, lifting the stunned blonde completely off
her feet and almost two feet into the air.

Cassie and Saundra whooped loudly.

"OH yeah!" Sandra hollered.

Andrea landed heavily. She doubled over, clutching her stomach,
and making a face like a fish out of water - eyes bulging and
mouth working spasmodically, trying desperately to gasp for air
that wouldn't come.  The big gang leader watched her for a while,
a cruel smile on her lips.  As Andrea finally started to gain
some control and gulp in lungfuls of air, the big black woman
strolled over and, still standing, straddled the sitting blonde.

Raising her hammer-like fist, she struck the dazed white girl in
the face. Then she began raining blows down on her hapless
victim, while Andrea tried in vain to curl into a ball and cover
herself with her arms.

I strained against my captors, but their grip was like iron.
"Andrea!" I cried.

Yolanda stopped and turned to me. I felt a momentary pang of
fear, but the big woman merely grinned and turned back to her
prey.

"Oh, *now* it's gonna get *good*!" Saundra whispered, huskily. 
"Watch this, Susie. Yer gonna really git off on what Yolanda does
t'yer bitchy little friend!"

The gang leader picked Andrea up off the ground as if she weighed
nothing, and, clutching the limp blonde to her ample chest,
turned to face us.

"Oh *yeah*!" Cassie called. I could feel both women's big bodies
tense with anticipation, as their grips tightened on my stretched
arms.

Yolanda had Andrea in a reverse bear-hug, so we could all watch
the helpless blonde's face.

Then, Yolanda began squeezing.

However out of it Andrea may have been from the fist beating
she'd endured, she couldn't help but react to the terrible
pressure Yolanda was inflicting.  Andrea gave a loud groan of
protest that raised in scale to a high-pitched squeal, before
being cut off completely.

In the street light glare, I could see the big black woman's
corded muscles bunch under her skin as she really put her
strength into the squeeze. Sweat glistened off her dark skin as
she leaned back into her squeeze.

"Uhhhhhhh-UH!" Andrea grunted, as the pressure impossibly
increased.  The blonde clawed at the black woman's thick arms,
trying to pry them loose, but to no effect.  As the squeeze
progressed, Andrea's struggles weakened and slowed.  Finally, the
white girl twitched a few times, and then went limp in the black
woman's powerful, clamped arms.

"Oh, *fuck*, but dat's good!" Saundra murmured, her breath hot
and heavy on my neck. I felt the rub of their erect nipples on my
back. Really erect nipples! They were getting off on seeing my
friend getting dominated!  This wasn't just about fighting ... it
was about ... sex!

With a flush of shame, I realized that my own nipples were
painfully erect, as well, and very noticeable through the thin,
shiny fabric of my blue club dress.  What was the matter with me?
 Was I excited by this violent display?!  That couldn't be ... !

Yolanda held the motionless white girl in her tight grip for a
few minutes more, as if displaying a trophy. Then she slowly let
the unconscious blonde slide to the ground.  Cassie and Saundra
cat-called and hooted their approval.

The big black woman stood over her fallen victim and began
methodically stripping off Andrea's clothes.  When the blonde was
naked, Yolanda walked over to a trash can and unceremoniously
dumped the clothes (that would have cost me over 3 years' wages!)
inside.

She waited patiently, standing over Andrea until the fallen girl
showed signs of movement.

Andrea groaned loudly and reflexively cradled her abused
midsection and ribs. But Yolanda reached down and grabbed a
fistful of blonde hair, forcing Andrea to lift her bare ass a few
inches from the ground.  The blonde shifted to her knees, to
relieve the painful pull on her scalp.

"You got one bad, racist attitude, honey," Yolanda purred. "You
ready to make nice, yet?"

Andrea turned her tear-streaked face up at her tormenter.

"*Fuck* you," she spat.

Still holding the kneeling white girl by her hair, Yolanda
slapped her hard, across the face.  Andrea's eyes widened and her
mouth formed an "O" of surprise.

Then Yolanda slapped  her again. And again.  Forehand, backhand.
Forehand, backhand. Still holding her up by her hair.

"You one slow learner," the big woman said, pushing the
semi-conscious blonde onto her back.  "An' it's tahm we put a
mouth dat foul where it belongs."

Andrea lay on her back, dazed, looking up with unfocused eyes as
the thick-bodied black woman stood astride her, one foot near
each of the prone girl's shoulders, facing Andrea's feet.

Yolanda hiked up her short leather skirt to reveal a *huge*,
round ass. The big woman had nothing underneath. Slowly, she
lowered that massive ebony ass onto the blonde's semiconscious
face.

"Ah'll let you up after you give me a good rimmin'," the big
woman promised, reaching back to spread her ass cheeks and
wedging the blonde's face even deeper.

In spite of her previous beatings, this served to electrify
Andrea. The white girl stiffened, under the big black woman's
smothering ass, and began thrashing wildly.  The gang leader
merely grabbed the blonde's arms and tucked them under her big,
meaty black legs - pinning them.

Casually, almost as an after-thought, Yolanda leaned forward
slightly and began fingering the trapped girl's pussy.

I thought I was going to pass out. I swear, I had always thought
myself completely straight and very vanilla, but seeing this
powerful black woman sexually dominate my racist friend like this
... my nipples ached, my pussy throbbed and my legs were
trembling so hard that if it weren't for the two big women
holding me, I'd have dropped to my knees.  Glancing down, I could
see where my soaked panties had actually leaked through to show a
small, but spreading dark spot on the front of my club dress.

"You lahk dat, don' you, white girl."

The whisper in my left ear, hot and husky, sent a shiver through
my already-sensitized body. The tip of a hot, wet tongue traced
my ear rim before delving deeper.

"No," I choked. "No, don't! I mean ... I don't!"

"Dat turns you on, donit?" Cassie continued, her other hand
creeping up and across my left breast.  She brushed my rock-hard
nipple, through my dress and I moaned, in spite of myself.  "Sure
looks lahk you do!"

"No!" I whispered hoarsely. "I- I'm not that kind of girl! I'm
not into ..."

A hot, moist whisper caressed my right ear.

"... Women? Butchew *lahk* seeing a big, confident, black woman
taking control of a white girl, donchew, Susie."  It was a
statement, not a question. Sandra's hand was already down my
dress and directly cupping my right breast, fondling my achingly
stiff nipple and sending waves of pleasure through my body.

I tried to deny it, to tell them "No."  But my mouth was too dry
and no words would come.  Worse, my body was already betraying me
- it didn't matter what I said, they would know the truth. My
nipples. My pussy. I couldn't hide their reactions. From my
captors. From myself.

My legs trembled so violently, and became so weak, that they gave
out completely, and the two big black women supported my full
weight, in their arms.

Andrea's struggles had grown feeble and seemed to indicate lack
of acceptance moreso than any real hope of success.  Finally, the
smothered white girl stopped struggling altogether, going limp in
surrender, still pinned  under Yolanda's big black body.  Yolanda
paused in her molestation of the blonde's pussy, a wide grin
crossing her face. She quickly lifted her ass a fraction of an
inch from the prone blonde's face.  "There!" the gang leader
said. "Ah tol' you ah'd let you breathe, if you played nas".

I heard Andrea gasp and suck in air, then sob.

Sandra had loosened my dress and continued playing with my
breasts. Cassie, meanwhile, had slid her free hand down into my
panties.

"Why you little slut!" Cassie grinned, fondling my dripping wet
snatch.  I shuddered and gave up all resistance - finally giving
in to the incredible sensations these two dominant women were
forcing on me.

"Yes," I husked.  "Yes!"

Cassie slid a finger inside me. Then two. I moaned and began to
thrust against her hand.

Meanwhile, Yolanda continued to finger Andrea's pussy. "Keep
going," she ordered the beaten blonde.

Her face crimson with shame and/or lust, Andrea extended her
tongue and stretched up to bury her pretty face in the black
woman's ass.

"She's doing it!" I thought. "Andrea is tonguing a black woman's
asshole!"

That realization, coupled with Cassie's and Saundra's intent
ministrations, sent me over the edge.  My body literally shook,
and if I hadn't been held up, I would have fallen on my face.
Cassie pushed deeper, plunging three thick, fat fingers up my
swollen pussy and sawing them in and out wildly. I lost all
control and began fucking her hand, gyrating my hips wildly. My
neck muscles tensed hard, snapping my head back and my mouth
open.  I howled in pleasure like an animal, long and loud.

I don't know how long that went on - it seemed like forever.  I
was wracked by wave after wave of mind-numbing pleasure like
nothing I had experienced before. "I'm a slut," I realized. "A
submissive, lesbian slut."  I didn't try to deny it anymore; I
embraced the burning shame let it fuel my perverted submissive
passions even further.

The intense pleasure finally ebbed and faded. My captors gently
lowered my gasping, quivering frame to the ground, where I sat,
panting like a dog. Saliva dripped from my open mouth. Drool
puddled on my cleavage and dribbled down to stain my dress. But I
didn't care.  I had just been completely and totally dominated.
Used. The realization thrilled me as I had never realized or
expected.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" I wondered, head still
spinning.

I looked up to see Andrea, on her knees in front of Yolanda, her
pretty, pale face buried between the big woman's thick, dark
thighs.  Andrea had one hand resting gently on the black woman's
hip, and the other pistoning in and out between her own legs.
Yolanda had both hands on the blonde's head, gently guiding her
oral ministrations.

I felt so ... I don't even know how to describe it.  Fulfilled?
Owned? I was nothing, and I reveled in that nothingness. I
existed solely to serve those who were more powerful.

I wanted to show my gratitude to the women who had shown me such
an intense experience.

Although still weak, I got to my knees and pulled the nearest of
them, Cassie, to stand in front of me.  Eagerly, I threw off my
glasses and hiked up her denim skirt. I yanked her panties down
and pushed my flushed face deeply into her fragrant, wet crotch.
Cassie moaned and gently wrapped one leg around my shoulders, as
I went to town.

"Do it, baby," she whispered. "Show me you know your place."

I licked feverishly, my head whirling in a fog of lust. My place
... on my knees ... at this big, black woman's feet ... with my
face in her pussy ... sexually servicing her ...

Yes.

That was my place.

I went crazy, lapping like a dog with an ice cream cone  in
August. I sucked her thick clit, latching onto it like  lamprey,
and finally bringing the big woman off -- just before I heard
Yolanda's grunts of satisfaction from Andrea's oral servicing.

As Cassie's throes of passion ebbed enough for her to step back,
I stumbled over to Saundra, still on my knees,  and pushed her
against the wall. I ripped her skirt as I jerked it off and
literally tore her panties off - leaving the elastic band but
ripping out the crotch. I buried my face deep in her damp, hairy
pussy and soon had the big woman moaning and bucking, as she
ground her big ass against the wall. She grabbed my bobbing head
with both her big hands and pounded my face with her swollen
cunt.

"Oh FUCK yes!" she screamed, grabbing fistfuls of my hair and
thrusting against my face.  I couldn't see and I couldn't breathe
and I didn't care. My face was completely covered with her (and
Cassie's) juices and dripped from my chin as I finished her off.

Finally, reluctantly, I sat back on my heels and licked their
juices from my lips.  My face had been rubbed raw and my eyes and
nose were clogged with pussy juice, but I had never felt better.
Saundra was still recovering from her climax, but Cassie had come
over and stood next to me, stroking my hair.  She wiped my face
with the hem of my dress.

"You ours now, Susie," she whispered. I laid my head against her
thick thigh and sighed.

Yolanda was leaning against the far wall, a cigarette dangling
from her mouth. Andrea was sitting on the ground, at the gang
leader's feet. Her eyes were downcast, but I saw no signs of fear
or frustration on her face.

"You can go, Specs," she called to me. "But your friend stays.
She mah bitch, now. An' ah got a lotta training t'do there."  
Andrea bowed her head, submissively.

I could go, now?

I looked longingly at Cassie and Saundra. The two big black women
were both adjusting their clothing.  They looked at me ...

"You kin go, Susie," Cassie said, with a sad reluctance. "Yolanda
regained her honor and has a new bitch, so that ends it. But ...
"

The big woman smiled, almost coyly. "Saundra and me ... *we*
ain't got no bitch ..."

I went a little light-headed and could already feel the damp heat
stirring in my groin, again.

"Yes, you do," I whispered, kneeling between them.
