“Where is she?” The huge black guy asks, no introduction, no name, just business.
“Upstairs, first door on the right.” I tell him, my heart beating hard with nervousness about what he’s going to do to her and the possible repercussions for me.
“Good.” He thrusts a laptop into my hands. “You can watch on this.” Lifting his bag, he climbs the stairs with purpose and turns to look down at me from the top. “Do not try to interfere.”
I guess she had come round as the begging screams start the instant he enters her room. “WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU? WHAT ARE YOU DOING? HELP ME, LIAM! HELP ME!” Despite the door slamming hard I can still hear them and against my better nature I heed his words, even when her screams suddenly become muffled. Still very loud but muffled. I hear a series of heavy clangs as he empties his bag of whatever contraption he has in it, her screams intensify and I head out the back door, not wanting to bear witness to the noise of the punishment she’s earnt for herself.
Even outside I can still hear her muffled protests, especially when they suddenly grow louder before suddenly becoming barely audible. Whatever is going on it’s obviously far from pleasurable for her. Then silence falls completely, the muffled screams stop altogether and I sit on the bench, my fingers tapping on the lid of the laptop as my curiosity grows and my nervousness increases. Has he killed her by accident? Am I going to get thrown in prison for it?
The questions swirl in my mind, driving me crazy. Why is she so quiet now? If she is dead, why hasn’t he come back down and said?
The curiosity becomes unbearable, I have to know no matter how bad the repercussions will be if she has died. I slowly open the laptop, the screen automatically coming to life showing a live feed from a set of 4 cameras, my eyes widening in shock.
Shamima is locked in some sort of brace that locks her body into an ass up head down style position, solid bars from the thick metal loop that’s around her waist hold her legs open and her ankles in a way that means she can be placed in a kneeling position if desired (which she is currently in), two parallel thick metal bars stretch up from the waist loop to a collar around her neck, forcing her back to arch slightly, the collar keeping her head firmly in one place. More bars from the collar hold her wrists in a ‘hands up’ way, leaving her completely immobilised. The reason for her muffled screams and sudden silence becoming doubly apparent when I see the gag wrapped around her face, forcing her mouth as wide open as possible so it can accommodate the huge cock he currently has shoved down her throat. With a note of concern, I see her normally dark skin is worryingly pale around her cheeks and her eyes are closed. With a laugh that would make the most evil movie villain quake with fear he starts to pull out... and out... and out... and out. After what feels like an eternity his cockhead pops from her mouth, a thick string of her saliva connecting them. Let me describe this guy to you in the only way possible ... think ‘The Hulk’ from the Avengers movies but with extremely dark brown skin and bald, a cock as long as his forearm, half as wide and bollocks like cricket balls.
He slaps her face hard, right on her black eye shocking her back to reality. She pulls in huge, ragged breaths and her colour returns. She starts to beg again and despite the gag I can make out her muffled words. “Please. No more. I’m sorry. Honestly, I won’t try it again. Please!” but they fall on deaf ears as he puts his huge cockhead to the hole in the gag and thrusts forwards, silencing the “No!” she starts to scream. Even though he doesn’t need to he holds her head still as he face fucks her hard, forcing his huge member into her throat as floods of tears stream from her bulging eyes, whatever protests she tries to make are quickly cut off as it blocks her windpipe and makes her choke. With a hard shove he thrusts deep into her throat and holds it, her arms trying to flail as he cuts off her oxygen again, laughing as she passes out for a second time. Holding it almost too long, her skin paler than before he pulls out and slaps her face again, this time on the other side and bringing her back. I watch with a kind of stunned morbid curiosity as he repeats this process over and over, holding his cock in her throat slightly longer each time until he eventually explodes in her mouth with enough force to send his thick white seed shooting from her nostrils, she chokes and tries to scrabble until he pulls out, still cumming and shooting yet more semen over her face. When he’s done he steps back and laughs as she falls forward onto the bed with her head over the side, she throws up a huge mess of semen and bile, gasping for air. I glance at the laptops clock and realise he’s been doing this to her for an hour.
When she’s recovered he steps towards her and unceremoniously removes the gag, taking a chunk of her black hair with it and gaining a loud pained scream. Again she begs, crying as she babbles apologies and pleas. I have to admit that it’s quite funny (not in the haha sense) seeing this defiant, self absorbed, egotistical bitch who once watched people being beheaded without so much as a blink of her eye become a pathetic, terrified, pleading mess.
Ignoring her again he reaches down and grabs her hair, pulling her high enough to reach beneath her with his other hand, grab the metal loop around her waist, pick her up like she weighs nothing and slam her onto her back on the bed, winding and silencing her. He climbs onto the bed and positions himself between her forced open legs, loudly slapping his huge cockhead against her pussy lips. Her eyes widen in fear and she screams “NO! NO! PLEASE! NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAARRRRRGGGH! “ as he puts it to her entrance and thrusts hard, forcing his insanely huge cock inside her pussy. Her screams are so loud I have to mute the sound but I can still hear them through the closed windows of her bedroom. He pounds her hard, burying as much of his shaft in her as he can, her face is pure agony, no more tears fall as she has none left to shed. Her screams die off as her throat becomes hoarse, her face frozen in incredible pain as this giant of a man fucks her mercilessly with his monster dick. It’s quite a strange sight to see how half of his manhood disappears before stopping abruptly as it smacks into her cervix, the feed showing multiple angles including a close up with a smear of blood along his shaft. With a combination of laughter, grunts and insults he assaults her pussy like a man possessed, her body jolting with each hard, deep painful stroke. Thrusting one last time, his semen squirts from their union as his huge balls pump his massive load inside her. Again he’s still cumming as he yanks out of her, the last ropes splattering from her pussy to her face.
Satisfied for now he pulls the chair next to the bed and sits, smoking a cigarette. He drops the ash on her breasts, stomach and pubic mound before stubbing it out on her left nipple, her mind so broken she doesn’t even flinch. As a final insult he rubs the ash into the fluid on her body, making a grey paste that he spreads over her, wiping the remainder from his hands on her face.
He brings her around by jabbing his finger on her black eye until she screams, realising what has happened, she cranes her head as best she can to try to see how bad the damage to her pussy is and whimpers as she sees the pink mixture of semen and blood that’s pooling on the sheets. She looks up at him with pathetic eyes, stuttering and stammering as she tries to plead with him again, he cuts her off before she can utter a coherent word. “Don’t bother,” he states coldly. “it’s not over yet.”
Once again lifting her like she’s a piece of paper, he flips her onto her font, face down with her ass in the air, her head over the side facing the carpet and climbs behind her. She struggles wildly, realising what he’s about to do but it’s futile, he puts his still throbbing, rock hard cock to her asshole and pushes, forcing it in.
Shamima makes no sound this time, her mind too overcome by pain to function, she stares blankly at the floor as he assaults her anus with far more brutality than her pussy, the smear of blood on his shaft much thicker and darker than before. Gripping her ankles for leverage and altering the angle, he rams his full length deep in her bowels, his balls smacking her pussy and clit. A puddle of drool forms on the floor, Shamima’s mind lit up like a Christmas tree from the overwhelming number of pain signals as his huge manhood ravages her asshole and insides. He continues his brutal assault, grunting, laughing, even smoking another cigarette and using her back as an ashtray before putting it out in the small indentation just above her ass crack. With a roar he fills her bowels with his load, gripping her ankles hard with his cock jammed to the hilt in her wrecked hole.
I close the lid of the laptop in a kind of stunned disbelief, the timer on the feed stating it had lasted for 3 hours. I snap back to reality as the man, now fully dressed, puts his hand on my shoulder and tells me I can go to her. The gravel crunches under the wheels of his car as I stand on the first step and I realise I still have the laptop, I stash it away before climbing the stairs and walking into her room. Shamima is sprawled on her front on the bed, her eyes blankly staring, her breathing strangely normal after what’s just happened, the pink fluid from her pussy mixing with a beetroot coloured one running from her broken asshole. I say her name and reach out, putting my hand on her shoulder but there’s no response except a slight twitch of her undamaged eyelid.
“Take her to the hospital.” A different voice from before orders me. “The Einstein Building and use the rear entrance. They are expecting you.”
“What do I say has happened to her?” I ask uneasily.