The story about how migrant gangs in London are slowly conquering the white suburbs one by one. While this is a fictional story it’s based on actual events that have happened over the last few years. All characters are fictional.
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Conquering the White Girls … Chapter 1 - The Bus (becoming the victim)
Liz read the sign about how wonderful multiculturalism was for the city. Then she looked around and laughed. Liz hated these neighborhoods. Apart from hers there wasn’t a single white face to be seen. This place only had Pakistani ones. She could feel them looking at her. Some with curiosity. Some with lust but many more with a sense of hatred for her and her race.
Normally she’d be nowhere near this shit hole, she thought. She was only there because the stupid train she was on brokedown at the local station. She should have been miles away by now but instead she was waiting for a bus. “Great a long ride home back to my flat. Just what I need” she muttered to herself. It was middle of summer and hot. She’d spent the day with her friends at a country pub and probably had a bit too much Rosé. She wasn’t drunk but also not fully alert. All she could think of was how hot and sweaty she was and how she really just wanted a shower and to go lay bed.
Liz looked in the reflection of the bus shelter and adjusted her denim skirt and white singlet top. The denim skirt just covered her thigh tattoo that she’d got year ago with her best friend. She admired herself for a bit. She was short and slender. With smallish, slightly aging, boobs that hung a little but still gave a nice handful. Her blonde hair was slightly longer than shoulder length and today was tied back in a ponytail. She was now in her early 30s but even she had to admit she still looked pretty nice. She was hoping today those looks would help her pick up the man she had her eye on for a while. But alas he couldn’t make it. “Pity I could use a nice relaxing fuck after this trip” she thought while sighing.
The old double decker roared up to the stop and Liz waited while lots of people got off. She finally hopped on and looked for a seat. Downstairs was packed with old Muslim ladies and even older men. So she climbed the stairs to the upper deck. She felt a little bit self conscious with the steepness due to her denim skirt. She could feel eyes from below either looking in disapproval or trying to get a glance up it.
When she got to the top floor she was relieved to see the seats were mostly empty. A family was sitting up the front and a few people in the middle but the back was completely bare. So Liz moved along the rows and plonked herself in the second last row before the back seat. The bus roared off and Liz sighed again ready for the long journey home.
As Liz stared out the window she noticed that all the shop signs were mostly in a foreign ***********. She could guess what they were, a grocer, a corner store, a vape shop. But she was definitely deeper in this community than she’d ever been. “I’m not in Kansas anymore, Toto” she joked to herself. She looked at her phone. Just over an hour and a half to go and through a lot of suburbs she either didn’t know or had no wish to ever go to.
About 1/2 a mile down the road the bus turned the corner and Liz saw lots of people waiting at the next bus stop. Many were waving flags or carrying placards. The bus pulled up and Liz heard lots of people get on. Not long after they started piling onto the top deck. They were all Muslim looking men and women and were loud and voiceterous. Given the flags and placards she suspected they had call come from a rally.
The bus started to fill up as more and more people came aboard. Liz suddenly missed the serenity of the empty bus but hoped they all soon get off. A group of five men in their late teens and early 20s arrived to the top of the stairs and v-lined to the empty seats at the back. Two teen looking guys sat on the back bench behind her, two slightly older guys in the seat opposite and a man in his early 20s plonked himself next to Liz. He faced the other seat with his back to her. She couldn’t help but notice each of them had a good stare at her as they sat.
As the bus moved down the road Liz tried to blur out the loud chatter around her. The group around her were speaking a mixture of Urdu and English. From what she could tell they had just come from a pro Muslim rally where they had clashed with far right supporters. They all seemed quite riled up and had Liz feeling quite uncomfortable being surrounded by them. She could see their occasional glances at her throughout the journey. This concern got worse when she overheard them talking about how they showed those white cunts today and how they laughed saying they will make this city theirs and soon everyone will be brown.
Over next couple of miles people started slowly getting off the bus and eventually the top level became empty again. Soon it was just her, a few people at the front of the bus and the gang sitting around her. Liz thought about getting off the bus but she figured at least it had cameras for safety. And besides if she got off she would be left in a suburb she was unsure about. So she convinced herself that it would be safer to stay.
The bus rounded a corner into a long open stretch with not many stops. At that point the large fat Pakistani in the seat on the opposite side of the aisle stood up. “Thank god” Liz thought “They’re finally leaving”. But only a couple of steps down he turned around and started talking to the guy he had been sitting next to. “Dammit they must be getting ready to get off but not yet”. He stood there talking away yet the others didn’t move.
The bus sped down the road and then suddenly slowed for a speed bump. It seemed everyone was ready for it except Liz. She lurched forward in her seat before gravity pulled her to the back again. As her back touched the seat she suddenly felt multiple pairs of hands slide over her breasts from behind. They tightly held her in place against the back of the seat. But equally they started massaging her intimate mounds through her singlet top.
The man next to her shifted so he was now also facing forward. He kept talking to the fat guy in the aisle but his hand slid down and found Liz’s white slim leg. He slowly slid it up and down over her knee. Liz desperately thought what she can do. Her cries for help wouldn’t be heard over the loud old bus engine. But maybe she could alert the driver? She looked up to the camera in desperation and thats when she realized. The fat guy wasn’t just having a chat. He was standing between the security camera and her seat. Blocking any chance of the driver seeing what was happening.
As Liz's eyes widened in horror, she felt the hands on her breasts squeeze tighter. The fingers digging into her flesh made her wince in pain and discomfort, but she didn't dare make a sound. The man's hand on her leg continued to slide up and down, his touch sending shivers of unease through her body. She was trapped.
The fat man in the aisle continued to block the camera, his eyes sometimes fixed on Liz with a mixture of amusement and menace. He seemed to be enjoying the situation, his expression twisting into an ugly sneer.
Liz's mind was racing. She thought about trying to push the hands away, but she didn't know if that would escalate things. She thought about screaming for help again and the potential consequences of drawing attention to herself in that environment. She was frozen, unsure what do. The only thing she knew for sure: the isolation and vulnerability felt overwhelming. The bus continued on its route, the driver completely unaware of what was transpiring in his vehicle above.
Liz moved her hand to the top of her thigh in the hope that it would block the man sliding any further up. She then tried to adjust her shoulders to stop the relentless assault on her breasts. But that just meant that the men moved to a different tactic. She felt their hands move to both the front of her top as well and under each of her arms in an attempt to get under the thin fabric from various angles.
Liz crossed her arms across her chest in a desperate move to retain some dignity. This however exposed her white slim legs again and the minute his hand wasn’t being blocked the man started to slide it up her inner thigh.
Liz clamped her legs together tightly to stop him going any further. With all her might she kept them locked and blocked his advances. Then the man said something in Urdu to the guys in the back seat. Before she knew it the pairs of hands that were assaulting her breasts slid down to her waist and grabbed her tightly. In an instance she felt her body get lifted up off the seat. As soon as her ass was no longer cushioned the man next to her removed his hand from her thigh and slipped it up her skirt. He grabbed at her panties from the side and held a bunch of the cotton. Then to Liz’s shock he tugged down. With Liz’s legs tightly together her thin hips provided little resistance. Another yank and they were at her knees.
Liz gasped in shock and instinctively reached down for them. Grabbing the thin layer of cotton protection. But as she did the hands holding tightly to her waist all released. Her ass came down with a thump on the seat cushion. And as quickly as they had released her the hands were back to her breasts. But this time without her folded arms to protect her they managed to slip under her singlet. Their fingers started to pinch her tender nipples and squeeze the flesh of her breasts through her bra.
Again Liz instinctively brought her arms up to block her chest. This move however released her panties and gave the man next to her the opportunity to pull them down to her ankles and then off completely. He picked them up off the floor and held them on his index finger. Slowly twirling the light pink briefs like he was waving a victory flag.
Then worse, he handed them to the fat guy in the aisle. The fat man glared at Liz with an almost evil smile before bringing the panties to his nose and inhaling her scent. “Smells like sweet white cunt” he laughed with the others before shoving the trophy into his pocket. The sight made Liz’s stomach turn. The thought that this fat paki would be enjoying her most intimate scent both angered and sickened her.
But Liz had bigger issues to deal with. The hands were abusing her poor breasts were like a school of pirañas. Once they had found their target they were relentless. She felt her nipples get pulled and twisted and to her anguish the abuse started to make them get hard. Meanwhile the man next to her had returned his hand to her bare legs and was sliding it up and down her white flesh again.
Finally Liz opened her mouth. She begged them “please don’t do this”. But her words sound feeble and weak. Like a prey knowing they’re about to be eaten by the pack. Rather than hitting their empathy it seemed to egg them on further as she heard the sound of laughter in return.
The men seemed to be getting bolder too. The one sitting directly behind her stopped playing with her tit and instead moved his hand down Liz’s side towards the bottom of her singlet top. Liz quickly slapped is hand which brought on further laughter from the gang. She then felt a warm blow in her ear. It was hot and strong. Liz felt disgusted on how they were playing with her. And a shudder went down her back. He blew again and she went to squat him away but when she lifted her hand it didn’t hit him but rather he grabbed her wrist. Liz struggled to get loose but he held her tight. Now, down to one hand fighting off the assault on her breasts, her predicament started to seem rather hopeless.
The man next to her again tried to slide his hand up her inner thigh. She again tightened her legs together. But with the new incentive of no panties driving him and the sweat from the hot day creating a slippery lube she felt his hands slowly forcing it way higher. So, desperately, she released her breasts and put her hand between him and his goal again.
Unfortunately, for her this left her breasts open for a full assault. The minute she wasn’t defending her upper parts, the hands slipped down her body to the bottom of the singlet top. She started to feel it being lifted. Exposing her lower tummy and bellybutton ring. As it got even higher she reached to grab it before it was too late. But this time her wrist was caught by the man next to her.
With no defense at all now her singlet top was lifted above her breasts. It exposed her white cotton bra. As the hands thoroughly assaulted her through the now exposed bra her top started to fall. This frustrated the men and so they grabbed her bra and pulled it up above her small yet slightly saggy breasts. The bra sat awkwardly on her upper chest but the elastic now stopped the singlet top from falling. Liz’s top half was now fully expose to the gang. The men’s hands renewed their assault with vigor. Pinching, rubbing, squeezing her intimate parts. They were relentless.
Preoccupied by the assault on her breasts Liz failed to feel the man next to her pull her wrist towards his lap. The first she realized was when his other hand enveloped her fingers, adjusted her grip and bended them. She then felt the hot, sweaty, hard flesh within her palm. Liz looked down. But she already knew what she’d see. Within her tightly wrapped lily white hand was a hard brown circumcised cock. Despite this her mouth opened in shock and she gasped.
Then, with his grip firm around her wrist and hand the man started to pump her slim white hand along his shaft. She could feel the blood pulsating with its stiffness. Liz tried to pull her hand away. But his grip was tight and he just kept pumping. She pulled a couple more times when the man finally spoke to her for the first time “that’s it whitey you tug at your Muslim conqueror’s cock”. She looked down at his cock again and could see precum appearing from the eye of his cock. He started to pump her hand faster. She could feel the entire length from his head to his balls. In a panic Liz looked for an exit again. She found none. But as she looked over at the fat man she saw him filming her whole ordeal on his phone. Her heart sank as she realized she had no way out of this nightmare. As the man kept pumping Liz’s sweet hand was soon covered in precum. The warm lube ensuring that there is minimal friction between her white skin and his hard dark meat.
The man said something in Urdu to the others and again there was movement. Firstly, he sunk down into the seat. The gang member in the opposite seat that had been sitting next to the fat man stood up in the aisle next to them. His eyes were fixated on the hand job occurring in front of him. Liz could tell that he was still sheltered from the camera by the fat man. So there was no salvation in these movements.
He said something to the guy holding her other wrist behind her. The man gripped her wrist tighter and lifted her arm straight up. Before Liz realized what was happening he pulled her straightened arm over her head and towards the aisle. As he did her whole body started to tilt towards the aisle. At about 45 degrees he handed her wrist to the guy in the aisle. He in turn kept pulling her arm down.
She watched in horror as her body was rotated and her head sunk into the lap of the man she was stroking. She struggled. Desperately pulling her arm away. But the hands that previously had been abusing her breasts now started now pushing her torso down. Eventually, despite her protests, she was lying sideways on the bus seat. Her body laying in the space where she once sat. Her legs up in a sitting position against the wall. And her head - it lay on the man’s lower stomach. She stared at the brown shiny cock now only a few inches away in front of her. Her hand was no longer stroking it but pinned beneath her held down body.
The man then spoke again “White bitches always love the Arab cock. I can see you want some Desi love too, hey whitey”. He turned to his friends and said something in Urdu. They all laughed. The fact that it was likely aimed at Liz and her situation felt humiliating revolted her. But not as much as the sweaty pungent smell emanating from his groin only a few inches away. The odor of a hot day and a horny Paki left her gagging.
Meanwhile, not wanting to be left out one of the guys behind her slipped his hand back to her now sideways breast and started abusing it again. Like a child with a small you he seemed amused to squeeze and bounce it in his hand. It would also lightly flick her nipple to make it go hard. Before pinching it hard. Making Liz squirm in pain.
The man she was now lying on was talking to the fat man. They were talking back and forth about something. Meanwhile he started lightly brushing Liz’s blonde hair with the back of his hand. So softly that it felt almost romantic. Then without warning, when his hand was brushing the back near her blonde ponytail, he started pushing her head towards his cock.
Liz realizing what was happening tried to struggle against him. She figured if she can reach the seat in from then she could push away. But one of her arms was held by the guy in the aisle and the other was trapped under her body. Her struggle was in vain as her head inched closer to his cock.
Eventually the inevitable happened and she felt the slimy brown cock head touch her lips. The man rubbed it up and down like some form of precum lip balm. But Liz was not ready to submit and was up for one last fight. She clamped her teeth tight and refused to open her mouth. The man said something to the guy playing with her breast. Then a bolt of pain shot through Liz’s body as the guy twisted her nipple hard. Her tried to hold it in but eventually nature won and she opened her mouth to let out a painful scream.
In that split second when her mouth opened wide, it wasn’t the man pushing her head, it wasn’t her giving up and accepting his cock into her mouth but rather the gravity of the bus slamming on its breaks that had the final say. It was avoiding a car but nonetheless before a sound escaped from her throat the man’s hard brown cock drove into her. The moment the cock filled her mouth, she felt a wave of sour, rancid bitterness roll over her tongue, turning her stomach.
The gang fell silent at the sight. Feeling the sense of victory over this white whore. As the bus roared off again the man grabbed her blonde ponytail and started to pull and push her head onto his cock. Whether she wanted to or not Liz was now stuck having this Pakistani man use her mouth as his sex toy.
The gang started muttering again. Watching Liz forced to give a blow job to this man seemed to excite them. It was mostly in Urdu but she started hearing the occasional demeaning English remark. “White slag”, “White girls love to blow Muslims”, “I told you she was a white slut deep down”. The sexual abuse was bad enough in itself but the racial aspects absolutely terrified Liz. These men didn’t just see her as a woman to have sex with they saw her as a subhuman to own and abuse as they wish.
As her head bobbed up and down, the pull on her ponytail ached with each tug but it was still less horrible than the feeling of his cock driving into her mouth on each push. Occasionally he would lift her head hard by yanking her ponytail bring her lips to the head of his cock and then pushing down hard. She’d feel his cock drive into the back of her throat. Making her gag and convulse.
With the sexual tension having built to a crescendo she could feel the other men around her getting slightly restless. They were obviously not satisfied with the peep show and soon the hands that had pushed her down returned to molesting her tits. Grabbing them harder than before. Their fingers scratching and digging into her beautiful white breast meat.
The guy that had been sitting directly behind her though could no longer reach her tits due to her new position on the seat. So not wanting to miss out, he reached down and started feeling the back of Liz’s thin white tender thighs that were now in the seat directly in front of him. With her stuck between the bus wall and the man who had his cock in her mouth she could provide little resistance to his exploring hands.
He slid them up and down feeling her smooth white skin. Then tracing his finger along her thigh tattoo. After what seemed like forever she finally felt him sliding his fingers up her denim skirt. Liz’s eyes opened wide as she remembered that she’d already lost her panties. If the guy continued then he’d have open access to her pussy. But her skirt was slightly too long and the denim too tight for him to reach much beyond the bottom of her ass cheek.
To Liz’s short relief she felt him give up in frustration. That was until she felt a tug at the bottom of her skirt. Then with an almighty pull she felt her skirt pulled up over her thighs. Then her ass. Until it was bunched around her waist. Her legs and ass were now fully exposed to the guy. She felt his hand grasp her ass cheek and give it a good hard squeeze. Liz had no where to go. Her mouth was impaled on a brown hard cock, her tits were covered in one of the Pakistanis brown rough hands and now her ass cheeks were being felt up by yet another set of brown hands.
The man pulled her ponytail again. Her lips moved up his cock and he held it so they just covered his cock head. Liz held her tongue back to avoid any more contact with the hard brown flesh. But the strain against her neck and general tiredness eventually mean she has to let her tongue relax. As it came down in her mouth it licked over his cock head an across he’s weeping penis eye. The taste of his precum filled her mouth. But equally the mans cock jerked like he enjoyed the feeling.
Before she could react though he pushed her head harder than ever and lifted his hips at the same time. His cock thrust past her lips, through her mouth and into her throat. Liz wasn’t expecting it to go so deep and started to gag. Her body convulsed as she twisted and turned to try to get the cock out of her.
As she twisted again her hips shifted. The guy whose hand was grabbing her ass cheek wasn’t expecting this either. In her twisting his hand moved and slid down her cheek. Before he knew it it had slid into her ass crack between her small tight buns. They enveloped his hand. Making a tight sandwich around his digits. The guy said something and the man pulled Liz head back. Bringing his cock out of her throat and letting and breath. He replied to the guy with the hand on her ass and they all laughed.
The man grabbed Liz’s head again and returned to pumping her mouth around his cock. But this time he seemed to have slowed the pace like he was preparing himself for something.
She then felt the fingers started to slide down her sweaty crack. She struggled and squirmed in an effort to deny him but she was quickly running out of energy and he persisted his fingers along her valley. When his fingers found her puckered asshole she tensed up. After exploring the wrinkled entrance a little he continued them forward.
To Liz’s dismay his fingers didn’t take long to find the bottom of her pussy lips. Sliding slightly up her intimate zone he found the entrance to her sacred place. Then Liz’s greatest fears were made true as she felt two fingers start to push at her hole. Despite her situation, the sweat from her crack had lubed them up nicely. As soon as he felt her warm walls hug his fingers he started to rhythmically thrust his digits in and out of her.
To her shock it didn’t take many thrusts of his fingers before she felt her body start to respond. She felt herself getting wet. Her juices ensuring his fingers could go nice and deep. Feeling her reaction the guy said something to the man whose cock was in her mouth. Suddenly she felt him start to increase the tempo of her head on his cock. Not long later he was pumping her head like an old steam piston. Liz thought her neck may snap as his cock drives in and out over and over again.
The fingers in her pussy also started to speed their tempo. They were driving hard and deep with each thrust. To her horror she could feel her body enjoying the sensation. Inside her something was building. It was a familiar feeling that terrified her. The thought of getting off to these beasts was too much to bare. As the pistoning increased and to her horror her body started to tense. Feeling this, the guy said something again to the gang.
As soon as the words finish the man grabbed Liz’s head and started to drive his cock hard and fast into her mouth. It felt as if her neck may snap with the momentum. But with the sensation of the fingers plunging and the cock thrusting Liz began to lose where she was. She didn’t even feel the man stop holding her hair. Her head was bobbing to its own beat. She felt his body tighten and he let out a long moan. Then a second later her mouth was filled with his hot sticky seed.
While her brain was trying to process what had happened the guy behind her reached over the seat. His fingers were still pumping inside her pussy at an incredible rate. But then is other hand moved along her pussy to her throbbing clit. He started to massage it between his thumb and forefinger. It was too much for her. The orgasm hits her like a giant tsunami.
Her body tightened and then convulsed on the seat. Wave after wave pulsating through her body. The man beneath her pulled his cock from her mouth. She cried out “oh fuck! I’m cumming”. Her mouth was still full of his seed. So when she cried it sent cum dribbling out of her lips and down her chin. The fingers kept stimulating her keeping her orgasm active for a few minutes. By the time her orgasm waned Liz was spent. The whole ordeal had left her too exhausted to move.
The man who blew his load said something to the gang and they all laughed. Then Liz felt the man push her off him and get up. She lay there on the seat too exhausted to move or even see what was happening. The next smithing she knew she was being pulled up to her feet and shuffled into the aisle. Her body was then released and she slumped to her knees on the aisle floor. She could hardly hold her head up after the orgasm. So someone behind her put their hands either side of her cheeks and slowly lifted her face.
Only a few inches in front of her she could see the fat man. He’d pulled his cock out of his pants and it was pointing right at her face. The man behind her whispered “it’s his reward for letting you show what a white slut you are”. He then push her head forward and opened her mouth. Liz was too exhausted to fight as the fat man’s cock slid into her used mouth. She felt the fat man put replace the hands with his and then pushed her head back and forth. Making her give her second her second blow job of the trip.
The fat man had obviously watched the show with eagerness and it had worked himself up a lot. So, it didn’t take long before Liz felt him tense up. He grabbed her pony tail and thrust his cock hard into her mouth. Soon her mouth was filled again with sticky hot Muslim cum. He held his cock in her mouth and said “swallow it white slag. Take the Muslim man’s seed”. Liz, defeated, obliged. She felt the rank sticky goo go down her throat and into her stomach.
Satisfied, the Fat Man let her hair go and pushed her off his cock. She fell back, still on her knees but now her bare ass resting on her heels. With all her effort she wearily lifted her head to see what the gang was doing. As soon as she turned to her left her cheek was splattered with another stream of hot cum. The remaining three gang members had been masturbating over her ordeal with the fat man and were now finishing their business. The cum dribbled down her cheek just touching the corner of her mouth.
She saw movement on her right and a second later the now familiar splash of cum hit her blonde hair. She felt it ooze into her hair strands like a new shampoo. Finally, the guy that was standing behind her released his sticky load over her bare back. The splashes of his semen trickling down towards her bare ass.
As soon as they were done Liz was picked up again. This time though her skirt was pulled back down and her bra and singlet top put on her properly. As the top pressed against her back she could feel the cum stick against the fabric. She was placed back in her original seat and then she heard the bell get pressed.
The gang start heading down the aisle, led by the fat man. That was all of them except the leader. He hovered over Liz before saying “have a good trip home whitey. And remember, if you tell anyone then we’ll share our vids with everyone”. He stared at her with a menacing glare until Liz nodded. Then he turned and went down the stairs to join the others.
About 15 minutes later Liz realized that her stop was coming up. She rang the bell, grabbed her handbag and then walked herself down the aisle. The bus stopped, she got off and started to walk home. Her mind was still in shock at the terror of what just happened and how hopeless she had been.
She got to the flat and walked in before checking the door was locked multiple times. Then, snapping her out of her zombie state, her phone buzzed. It was a text from an unknown number. The message just said. “Remember”. A few seconds later another message appeared. All it contained was a photo of her id. She realized that when she was being assaulted the gang had gone through her handbag.
Finally, a third message arrived. It was a video file. Liz nervously pressed play. To her horror she watched as her assault played out in front of her. Except the video had been edited in a way where it now looked like Liz was a willing participant. They managed to remove all the forced sex and focus on parts where she looks to be actively involved. like her head bobbing up and down on the man’s cock with no assistance and her orgasming with cum dribbling from her mouth. Liz stood there frozen. Observing as that sinking feeling that there was nothing she could do about her bus trip misfortune.