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Week 7 — Mary

Mary Doucet stood on the street corner, jogging in place as she waited for the street light to change.The college sophomore loved her early morning runs. It was the only way she felt she could truly clear her head.

“So, are you ready?”

“Ready for what?” the raven-haired brunette asked the fellow jogger who up until a few minutes prior, she hadn’t even realized was there.

“Are you ready to get what you want?”

She knew this man, Mary realized. She’d talked with him a few days before. His name was ... was ... what was his name. It was Blake or Brock or something. She remembered what they’d talked about but there was no way she’d admit to that. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said.

“Sure you do. We both know you have a fantasy. We both know you want a man to rape you.”

Mary shifted nervously. “I do not,” she said quickly.

Her fellow jogger just waved that away. “You can say whatever you want. We both know what you want. You have two paths you can take from here. Continue on straight and it will take you through the business district and on past the loading docks and on to safety.” The man then waved off to the right. “But that way,” he said, “that way will take you through the park and to certain rape.”

Mary couldn’t help but scoff at that. She wasn’t sure how this guy knew what he knew about her running habits but he was spot on about what lay straight ahead and about what lay off to the right, well without the rape part, of course. That was just plain nonsense. It was a bit scary though. “Listen, Mister, you can’t tell me which path to take.”

“I’m not telling you which path to take. I only asked if you were ready.”

“Yeah but you can’t know what’s going to happen.”

The man said nothing and that, Mary thought, should have ended that, only ...

“So are you ready?”

“Ready for what?” Mary asked irritably.

“You know what.”

“Listen, you stay away from me, okay?”

“No problem,” her fellow jogger said. “No problem.”

The light turned green and Mary dashed out into the intersection but when she got to the opposite curb, she hesitated if only for a moment. Straight was hardly the scenic route.

Yeah, but what the man had said.

Fuck what the man had said. He was probably just trying to scare her but there was no way he could know for sure what lay ahead of her on either path. Mary smiled to herself as if that thought settled everything and she veered off to the right.

Mary ran off past the parking lot and she had to laugh at herself. It was silly really that she’d given the man any credence at all.

By the time she was running by the children’s play structures, she’d completely put all thought of the man out of her mind. Running wasn’t about him anyway. Running was about her and how it made her feel.”

But she was running by the duck pond when a big, Black man stepped out from behind some bushes. She could stop or she could try to race on by. She tried to stop.

She did stop, sort of, but only after she’d run into him first.

He wrapped his arms around her. “Got you,” he said.

Mary squirmed in his arms. “Let ... me ... go,” she growled.

“Let you go? Pretty, little thing like you? Now why would I want to do that?”

“I’ll scream,” Mary promised.

The man clapped a hand over Mary’s mouth. “You go ahead and do that,” he said with a chuckle.

She couldn’t scream. She couldn’t say anything at all and suddenly, she realized things were getting even worse. One of her arms was pinned between their two bodies and the other arm was held tight by the man’s other hand. Her arms were useless and worse than that, the man was pulling her back into the bushes.

She struggled but it was to no avail. In a matter of minutes, he’d captured her and he’d dragged her off of the path and she was gone.

The man kept puling her deeper into the park until he’d pulled her under a stand of trees and that’s when Mary realized that there were other Black men there, too.

“What you got there, Joe?” asked one of the men.

“This here’s that girl,” Joe said.

“Yeah? What girl is that?”

“You know the one, Stan. The one that keeps running by here in the mornings all the time.”

Stan looked at the girl. He was a big man and he was bald man. He was maybe a little older than Joe but Mary was sure that wasn’t why he was bald. He was bald because he wanted to be that way. “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Stan said. “You know what? She’s kind of perty up close.”

“I told you boys she was,” said Joe.

“So what’d you bring her back here for?” asked the third man.

“Well, I dunno, Lionel. I guess I was thinking maybe the three of us could have some fun with her.”

“She’s kind of scrawny you know.”

“So?”

“Lionel’s got a point there,” said Stan. “She is kind of scrawny and she’s kind of squirmy, too.”

“Well, you know how it is,” Joe said. “She didn’t really want to come here on her own so I kind of had to convince her.”

“Did you now,” said Stan. “Tell you what. Why don’t you get the shorts off of her.”

Even with Joe’s hand still firmly planted across Mary’s mouth, the men could hear her trying to say, “Mm mmm. Mm mmm,” and they could see her trying to shake her head no.

Stan stepped forward and Mary tried to kick him. “Ooh, looks like she still has some spunk in her,” he said with a grin. “I like that. I’ll grab her feet. Lionel, how ’bout you get the shorts down.”

Suddenly, Mary found her legs and her feet being trapped. She couldn’t let this happen, she told herself, and yet she seemed powerless to resist it.

Oh crap. There was Lionel and he was taking her running shorts down around her ankles. She had to stop this, she told herself. She just had to but then Lionel was back again and this time it was her panties that were going down.

And now, Lionel was back again and his hand was rubbing up against her pussy. “Hey, boys,” the man said. “I think she likes this.”

“What’s that?” Stan asked.

“I think she likes this,” Lionel said again. “Her pussy is wet.”

“Is it now,” Joe said and even as he did, Mary tried to shake her head. “That’s good to know.”

Crap, Mary thought. Crap. They’d found her out. Now they knew that she liked what they were doing to her but she had to keep telling them no.

Joe shook her. “Is this turning you on?”

In spite of herself, Mary nodded.

“Boys, I think we’re going to have even more fun than I thought we were going to have have before.”

Mary groaned. Why had she said that. Why had she admitted that this was turning her on.

Because it was, she told herself. That’s why. It really was as simple as that.

“Have you ever sucked a cock before?” Joe asked.

Mary shook her head. “No, of course not. I’m a good girl.”

Joe just laughed at her. “I didn’t ask you how good you were although I think we’ll find that out soon enough. What I asked you was if you’d sucked a cock before.”

Mary shook her head.

“Do you want to suck a cock?”

Again, Mary shook her head. She most certainly didn’t want to suck a cock.

“That’s the wrong answer,” Joe said but before Mary could ask what he meant by that, she was be pushed down to her knees. “Do you see my cock?” Joe asked.

Mary looked at the front of his pants and she shook her head.

“That’s right. You don’t see my cock. Do you know why you don’t see my cock?”

Mary looked at his pants and then again, she looked up at him and she shook her head.

“It’s because you haven’t taken my cock out yet, Bitch, and you know what that means?”

Mary shook her head.

“It means you better get started getting my cock out of my pants.”

Mary shook her head. “No, please don’t.”

“What’d you just say?”

“What?”

“What’d you just say to me?”

“I said I didn’t want to,” Mary said.

“No. That’s not what you said. Think again. What’d you just say to me?”

Mary looked up at the man and she shook her head.

“You don’t know?”

Mary shook her head again.

“You told me no,” the man said. “You can’t be telling me no. Do you know why?”

Again, Mary shook her head.

“It’s because your pussy belongs to the three of us. You got that, Bitch?”

Mary nodded.

“Let’s take it from the top then. You ever sucked a cock before, Bitch?”

Mary shook her head.

“Open up my pants, Bitch, and take my cock out.”

Mary looked at the man’s pants again and for a moment, she paused just a bit but then her hands were moving again and she was opening Joe’s pants and she was taking down his pants and she was taking out his cock.

“That’s a good girl,” the man said. “We know what you like. Now open your mouth, Bitch.”

Mary’s mouth dropped open just as she’d been told to do and Joe wasn’t wasting any time getting his cock inside the young woman’s mouth. “There you go,” he told her. “Suck on that.”

Like she really had any choice, Mary thought as the cock filled her mouth but then she didn’t have a choice. All she could do was suck that cock.

“You boys see anything you like?” Joe asked the others.

“You know, man, now that you mention it,” Stan said.

“What?”

“She’s got a smoking’ ass for a white chick.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t think she’d mind it if you fucked her in her ass, would you girl?”

Hell yeah, she minded, Mary thought if Joe and Stan were suggesting what she thought they were suggesting, but with that cock in her mouth, it wasn’t like she could actually voice an objection.

“I didn’t hear her say no,” Joe said, “so I’d take that as a yes. I’d say go for it.”

Stan must have been thinking almost the same thing because almost at the same time as Joe was talking, Mary felt the other man’s cock coming up behind her. Oh my God, she thought to herself. Oh my God. He was spanking her ass with his cock and in spite of herself, she couldn’t help but think that that felt so fucking good.

But she hardly had any time to think about what Stan was going to do with his cock because Joe was still busy fucking her face.

Mary couldn’t help but gasp as she felt Stan’s cock slide inside her pussy. That wasn’t where she’d thought he’d put his cock but damn, that cock felt good.

“How is she?” Joe asked.

“She’s got a tight pussy,” Stan said.

“Does she now? To tell the truth, I thought you were going somewhere else with your dick.”

“Oh, I am,” Stan said. “I just had to try out this pussy first.”

“No need to explain yourself,” Joe said. “If I was in your shoes, I’d probably have done the same thing first.”

“Yeah right.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know what it means. You were in my shoes and you went for her mouth first.”

“You got me there.”

“You always go for the mouth first.”

“I like to get my cock sucked,” Joe said.

“I didn’t say there was anything wrong with that. I just said you always went for the mouth first.”

“Anyone ever tell you guys you talk too much,” said the third man.

“I ain’t heard her complain,” said Joe.

“Yeah. That’s because you got her mouth so full of cock that she can’t get a word in edgewise.”

Mary might have been more interested in just where exactly this conversation was going if it weren’t for the fact that at that very moment, there was a cock that was moving from her pussy to her ass. She wanted to moan but somehow, she just couldn’t seem to get it out.

“You do realize you can have a piece of this if you want it,” Joe said.

“I done told you, she’s scrawny.”

“Yeah, so?”

“So she’s scrawny.”

“She’s good enough to fuck,” Joe said and with that, he pulled his cock from Mary’s mouth. “Ain’t that right, Bitch?”

“What,” Mary moaned as the other cock continued to take her from behind.

“You’re good enough to fuck, aren’t you?”

“What?”

The man’s cock slapped her face. “You’re good enough to fuck, aren’t you?”

“I guess.”

“No guessin’ about it. You’re a little fuck slut.”

“I ... I—”

“Say it, Bitch.”

Mary wasn’t sure what she might have said if it weren’t for the fact that the cock in her ass rammed her hard. “Oh my God,” she moaned. “Oh my God. I’m ... oh fuck ... I’m a little fuck slut.”

Once more, Joe’s cock went into her mouth. “See, I told you and now, she’s going to make me cum, isn’t that right, Bitch?”

Mary knew she didn’t have any say in the matter and besides, even as Joe was saying what he was saying, he was cumming in her mouth.

And behind her, the man in her butt was slapping her ass. It was bad enough having a big, hard cock in her ass ... fuck, she thought she was being stretched out so much ... but now to have the man spanking her ass. It was like adding to the insult and if it weren’t for the fact that she loved the way his cock was taking her ass, she might have seen fit to object to the treatment of her ass.

“Little girl likes this, doesn’t she?” said the man in her ass.

Mary said nothing but that only made the man fuck her harder.

“I said you like this,” he said.

“What?”

“Tell me you like this. Tell me you like it when I’m fucking your ass.”

“I ... I like it.”

“I know you do. You like having my cock in your ass.”

“I ... I like it,” Mary moaned.

“Yeah, I know you do but now you know what?”

“What?”

“Your tight, little ass is going to make me cum.”

Oh fuck, Mary thought.

“Get ready for it, Bitch, ’cause here it comes.”

She knew that. She could already feel it, the swell of the cock as it pumped cum into her bottom and she could hear it too, the groans of the man as he unloaded his cock in her ass and only after it was done did he finally pull himself free.

“So you boys had enough,” asked the third man.

“I had enough,” said Joe. “How about you, Stan?”

“Me, too. I had enough.”

“Well, I suppose we ought to be letting her go then,” said Lionel.

At last, Mary thought.

“But first,” and with that Mary found herself being shoved down onto her back, “first, we’ve got to give you the fucking you deserve.”

What, Mary thought but then she didn’t have time to think anymore because already, the third man was moving in on top of her and she couldn’t help but gape at his cock because his was the biggest of them all.

“Yeah, Bitch, you know you’re going to get it now, don’t you?”

Mary looked up at the man. Damn, he didn’t even have his cock inside her and already he felt huge. Heck, it was so big that it almost didn’t really feel like a cock at all as he stroked it over the outside of her pussy.

“You ready?” the man asked again.

Mary said nothing but she could feel that cock pushing against her a little harder.

“I asked you if you were ready,” the man said.

Oh fuck. That cock.

“Are you ready?” the man asked yet again.

“I ... I—”

He didn’t wait for her response. He just aimed his cock at her pussy and he pulled the trigger.

Mary couldn’t help but gasp as the man entered her. Oh my God, the girl thought. Too big. He was too big.

“I see you like this,” the man taunted her. “I see you like getting fucked.”

“Yeah,” Mary moaned and then she realized what she’d just said. “I mean no,” she said. “No, you’re raping me. I don’t like it. I don’t like it at all.”

“I think you do,” the man said, “and you know what?”

“What?”

“I think you like being the little tease. I think you want this so much and I think you want me to cum in your pussy.”

Mary’s pussy couldn’t help but jump at the thought of that. No, she told herself. No, she couldn’t want that. “No,” she whimpered.

“No?”

Mary shook her head.

“Your mouth says no but your pussy says yes. Maybe your mouth doesn’t even know what your pussy is saying or maybe your mouth is just a big, fat liar. Which is it, Bitch?”

Mary said nothing.

“I think we’ll just assume that you want to feel my cum in your cunt.”

Her pussy answered for her even before her mouth could form its retort.

“Oh yeah. Your pussy likes that idea,” the man said. “That’s good because your pussy is about to get exactly what it wants.”

He was fucking her harder and the harder he fucked her, the more her pussy seemed to be getting with the program and the more her pussy seemed to be wanting his cum.

“I can see you like this,” the man said. “I can see you like getting your pussy fucked.”

Mary couldn’t help but moan. She couldn’t like this, she told herself.

“But it’s not just that, is it?” the man said. “It’s not just getting your pussy fucked. It’s something else.”

Still, Mary said nothing.

“It’s the loss of control. You want this to be taken from you. You want to be degraded. You want to be treated like the pathetic, little slut you are.”

Yes. No wait, no.

“You want to be the victim. You want to be able to say it wasn’t your fault when all the while it was. You really are such a slut.”

No.

“And fortunately for you, a slut gets what a slut wants.”

Mary wasn’t sure how to respond to that.

“And here you go.”

Mary gasped as she felt the flood of cum between her legs. She couldn’t want this, she told herself and yet what worried her most was that she thought that she did.

* * *

Mary woke up hard in her bedroom. Oh my God, she thought. A dream. That’s what it was but what a fucking dream.

No, calling it a dream was putting too fine a line on it. It was more than that. It was her deepest, darkest fantasy.

She’d been raped. She’d been turned into nothing more than a thing, a thing whose sole purpose was to be used by others. She almost wished ...

No, she couldn’t want that, she told herself. She didn’t want to be a thing, except ...

Except it was so hot to be used and even as she thought that, her hand slid down between her legs.

What the fuck!

Her fingers diddled with her pussy. She wasn’t just wet but her pussy was full of ... her pussy was full of cum.

Maybe ... maybe it wasn’t a dream.

Oh my God. Her pussy was so full of cum. Oh my God. Maybe it wasn’t a dream and maybe just maybe, maybe she wanted it to happen again.

* * *

Michaela Garrecht hardly considered herself a recluse but she had to admit that she didn’t get out a whole lot.

And it wasn’t like she didn’t date. She did date. In fact, she was on a date now.

Harry was a nice guy. Oh sure, he could be a bit rough around the edges, the college sophomore thought, but come on, he was a guy. From what Michaela could see, most guys were a bit rough around the edges and that was fine, as long as they didn’t get too carried away with it.

He held the door open as they left the theater. “So how’d you like the movie?” he asked.

“It was good,” Michaela said.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

There was a moment of awkward silence. “So you really liked it, huh?” Harry said.

“Yeah. It was good.” Michaela wasn’t about to tell him the part that she thought was the best. After all, she was sure Harry wouldn’t understand. Heck, she wasn’t sure she even understood why she liked it.

“So you want to go get some coffee?” Harry asked.

“Okay.”

Harry nodded and the two of them went to a coffee shop but Michaela couldn’t help but sigh. The place was packed and she hated crowds.

Harry didn’t seem to mind though.

“Maybe I should go get us a table,” Michaela said.

“Huh, what?”

“It’s pretty crowded in here,” Michaela said. “I was thinking maybe I should get us a table.”

Harry surveyed the crowd. “You know what? That might not be a bad idea. You know what you want?”

Michaela nodded and she gave him her order.

“Okay, I got it. Why don’t you go see if you can find us a table.”

Michaela nodded and she moved off in search of a table but as she walked between the tables, it didn’t look like there was anyone that was likely to leave. She was just turning around to make her way back when she saw a girl and a guy starting to pick up their things and Michaela was there in a flash. “Excuse me,” she asked, “but are you guys leaving?”

The girl looked up at her. “Getting ready to. Why?”

“It’s so crowded in here,” Michaela said. “I was just looking for a table.”

“Well, you can have ours,” the girl offered.

“Thanks.”

“Yeah sure. No problem,” and as the couple vacated their spots, Michaela quickly dropped into one of the chairs feeling somewhat pleased with herself that she’d managed to find a place for her and for Harry.

“I don’t think he’d understand,” she heard a man say.

It took a moment to realize that the man behind her might actually be talking to her. She turned and looked at him. “Excuse me, but were you talking to me?”

“I was.”

“What’d you say again?”

“I was saying that I thought you were right. I don’t think Harry would understand.”

“Understand wha—hey! How’d you know his name? Are you a friend of Harry’s?”

“Never met him.”

“And we’ve never met, right?”

“Not until just now.”

“So how do you know Harry’s name?”

“That’s not important right now.”

Michaela hated it when people did that. It was so disrespectful. What they were really saying was it was important what she wanted. Well who was anyone else to tell her what was and wasn’t important, but before she could call the man on it, he was speaking again.

“What is important is that Harry wouldn’t understand.”

“Understand what?” Michaela asked irritably.

“What you liked most about that movie.”

“What movie?”

“The one you guys just finished seeing.”

Who the hell was this guy, Michaela wondered, and just how the hell had he known that they’d just come out of a movie? Had he seen them there? Had he followed them over here? Who the hell was he?

“The name’s Blake,” the man said almost as if he were reading her thoughts, “and like I said, I don’t think Harry would understand.”

“Understand what?”

“What you thought was so hot about that girl.”

“What girl?”

“The one in the movie.”

“Which girl?”

“The knocked up one.”

“What’d you just say?”

“I think you heard me just fine. I said the knocked up girl.”

Oh my God. He really did know.

“Did it really turn you on? Did you imagine yourself in her place? I’ll bet you did.”

Of course she had, but ... but how could this man know that.

“I’ll bet you imagine what it would be like, don’t you? I’ll bet you wonder what it would be like if you were knocked up.”

Yeah, she did. Of course, she hadn’t told anyone, and of course, she was on birth control so really, it wasn’t like it was likely to happen anytime soon but still, the college coed couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like when it finally happened to her.

“I’ll bet a girl like you finds herself thinking about it all the time.”

She did think about it a lot, but ...

“I’ll bet what you really want is for some virile guy to come and fill your pussy up with his cum in the hopes that he’d somehow give you what you want.”

Michaela wasn’t arguing anymore. She was just thinking about how good it would be to get her pussy filled.

“That is what you need, isn’t it?”

“Yes-s-s-s,” Michaela moaned.

And that’s when she saw Harry making his way to their table. “Hey,” he said when he got a little closer. “Who were you talking to?”

“What?” Michaela asked guiltily.

“I thought I saw you talking to someone.”

Michaela turned but when she looked back at where the man had been before, no one was there.

“Michaela?”

“What?

“Who were you talking to?”

“Um, no one.”

“No one, huh?”

“Yeah, no one. Um, Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“Can we take these drinks to go?”

“You want to go?”

“Yeah, can we?”

“Sure,” the boy grumbled. “Back to your place.”

“No, actually, I was thinking back to your place.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. You said your roommate was going to be out of the apartment, didn’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“So let’s go back to your place.”

“Okay.”

As they were leaving the shop, Michaela couldn’t help but find herself hoping that Harry was virile enough to fill her with lots and lots of sperm. One thing was sure. She definitely needed it.