Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly

Chapter 3

I woke naked, my torso limp across the kitchen table with a familiar discomfort filling my cunt, it was the only part of me he hadn't bruised, "Damn, that pussy is worth every fucking cop out looking for me," Terry sat across two chairs leaning back my ass sat on his crotch. He had to pull his belly up to make room for me, both of us could feel the wetness between our tender organs. The oven clock said it was 1:33 am, "I can feel you moving."

I burst into tears, "What did you do with my ******?"

"They're fine, I checked on them an hour ago."

"Was he implying he'd had his dick in me for an hour, "Let me see them. Please Terry!"

"Damn Bitch, I hate it when I hurry," and as if on cue his warm cum sprayed into me filling what little room there was and then started squirting out of my pussy. His balls added more cum to my hole than the last time. He grunted the entire time obviously wracked by a prolonged orgasm he groaned then sighed, "Next time you interrupt me, I'll knock your lights out again. They in the girl's room."

I didn't move, I didn't dare, the clock glowed 1:40 when I stood up pulling my cunt off of his slowly softening cock. It was still mostly erect after I climbed off of him. "Uh-uh bitch, you gotta clean me before you see 'em," he made me lick his shaft, balls, and crotch all the way down to his butthole before he let me go. I had slurp every hair clean, "You got three minutes to visit, clean your spunked cunt, and and get back on me, I'll be on your couch."

I hated myself, I went to the bathroom and washed my pussy before opening the door to Stace's room who lay on her side tied to the bed and gagged. Her wrists were bound together and tied to an upper post and her feet were bound to the lower post on the same side, Donald lay on the carpet, hogtied. Both had pissed themselves. "Mm-M," Stace wept upon seeing me, her eyes and cheeks were already wet. My husband's eyes scanned both of us wildly, he made pig noises.

"What's taking you so long, Cunt," Terry hollered from the living room.

"He ***** me, I went to the police." I wept at them, "He must have taken my ID to know where I live, they were suppose to protect us, it's not my fault," I said before closing the door and returning to our home invader.

Terry had torn off our couch's back cushions. He used them to prop himself up at one end. His fat hung off of the open edge. His cock remained erect, "Face me, this time," he pulled his fat up and away from his crotch, the full length of his prick awaited me.

"How could you do that to them, aren't you human?"

"You don't know shit what you're talking about," Terry shouted back, "I'm a damned nigger in a white world. Ain't got nothing to do with being human. Now get that twat over here and open it up before I beat it black and blue," I looked at his erect organ it was eager to fill me again. I hated him, I've never stopped hating him. I shuffled up to the couch and climbed over his fat hips, "Go on and put it in, I'm sick of waiting." I grabbed his prick for the first time and slotted its head between my pussy lips. I pressed it into my cunt and settled my weight on it. He looked up at me and I knew if I didn't please him... he suddenly smiled as the bulb of his dick slipped into my still wet pussy. I froze when I realized how open my cunt was to this ****** and home pillager. His hands grabbed my hips and pulled me down,.

"OOWWW," I yelled. I wasn't that wet and it hurt but not as bad as my sore body from his vise like grip.

"Oohhh yeah," he sighed and took a deep breath, "Don't move, bitch," I didn't, it was clear he had a rare fetish for soaking in pussy, "Now suck my tongue he spit out half of it and opened his fat lips wide his cock filling me more than it had from behind. I couldn't refuse him and couldn't help but to grimace as my face planted against his. I opened my mouth in time to accept his tongue, our lips cushioning the impact. His rancid tasting tongue swirled in my mouth, I sucked it, as commanded while he felt up my bruised breasts that aren't all that big, but they filled up his hands. They're not particularly sensitive so when he pinched them I hardly felt it but pretended to flinch. He frenched me and felt my tits a while longer before relaxing completely closing his eyes and resting his arms around my narrow waist. His cock stood thick and sturdy in my cunt.

We fell asleep, I dreamed of being tied to a whipping post. A black slaver cracked his tool next to my ear. Blood filled my pussy and leaked out into the dirt beneath me rousing me, "Huh," I mumbled. Warm fluid spilled from my cunt. Terry's cum woke me, the day was sunny, but the shades were closed, "Get off and clean it, Bitch and hurry, I gotta pee," My own bladder was about to burst, I climbed up, extracting my arms from around his neck like a lover might and scooted all the inches it took to pull myself off of his softening prick before sliding off his fat belly and dropping to me knees to begin licking his cock and crotch, "That's good enough," he struggled to his feet bowling me over in his rush to the bathroom.

I had no shame as I squatted over the kitchen sink, I didn't think of my ******** or husband until the last of my flood dribbled away through the pipes of our apartment. I even washed some of the cum from my twat before I went to Stace's room. Fortunately, I had shut the door, I'd rather they guess instead of hear what happened between me and their assailant, I opened it at the same time Terry opened the bathroom, "I'll get them some water," he grunted. He wouldn't let me untie them, but he let me clean them with washcloths while he inspected the master bedroom. I couldn't change Stace's clothes but I could move them away from her soiled groin and put a folded towel beneath her before wrapping her hips in pillow cases. "I don't like beds," he said coming out of my room. He went into the living room and lay down again. I dared to tug at Stace's gag, "Shhh, whisper," she nodded sipping water from a straw as I held the water glass for her, she drank the whole glass.

"Mom, what did he do to you?"

I must have looked like a punching bag, bloated from dark bruises, naked and shivering, I promised, "He won't hurt you, Sweetheart, I'll protect you," it was a promise I knew I couldn't keep but if I could save her from Terry for an extra hour my lie would be worth it. Donald had drank his water too, his eyes pleaded. I was going to wash him next but my phone rang, it was in the kitchen where Terry had stripped my unconscious body.

"Don't take too long to answer, Cunt, it's probably the police."

I darted out of the room, before I reached my phone, he asked, "You know the situation, right," his eyes burned with the fire that had originally intrigued me. Now they terrified me.

I opened my flip phone, "Hello, is this Ruby Bonner."

"Yes, Mrs. Ruby we have good news, we caught a suspect matching your description, we need you to come down and identify him."

I didn't know what to say, "Uh, yes I see."

"We can only hold him for twenty four hours please come as soon as possible. The front sergeant will be waiting for you and expedite your visit," she hung up.

I folded my phone, "They must have found your ******," Terry laughed. I went to the opening between the rooms and looked aghast, "That's how they do it, Ruby. The cops always find someone. Now you run along and identify the poor bugger before they release him, he's probably guilty of something. Cops are good about that most line ups fail to identify their suspect. So they pack them with street shit: pushers, pimps, gansta fucks, hoping to send one of their asses to the ice box." I didn't notice until Terry said something complex, how his ghetto speak disappeared into reasonable English, "I'll keep your kid and dead weight alive until you get back, I hope you finger a real fucktard."

I covered myself from head to toe with clothes hiding my black eye and cheek. The front desk cop didn't say anything he looked at my ID and told me which room to wait in, apparently, full body shame isn't uncommon in **** cases. The Seattle greater metropolitan area was huge but how they found another fat, black, and ugly homeless guy that looked amazingly like Terry I'll never know. They could have been genetically deformed cousins, I hoped Terry was right and fingered him crying at my betrayal. The lady cop let me rest in a quiet room at the station, "We'll take it from here, Ma-am. You've done a difficult thing, today. I want to give my personal thanks. I was ***** in high school, but I waited too long to save his other victims."

I wanted to tell her, "Fuck you, you want victims, come to my home and stuff that cock up your cunt to save my ******," I repressed a growl and dashed out.

It was Saturday. I returned home around noon. Terry had made jam and toast for Donald and Stace. He had even untied their hands and legs for an hour to let blood circulate, alternating between them over four hours. They had drank more water, and he had given them used water bottles to pee in.

"Why does your husband cry so much? He's worse than your ********!"

"It's his back. Without his meds, he's in constant pain. That carpet he's lying on makes it worse!" I complained.

"I got something for that." Terry didn't waste a second, he dragged Donald into our bedroom and lifted him to the bed, still hogtied. Donald screamed the entire distance. Before closing the door, he said, "Bring me a candle. And if you try anything stupid, I'll kill him."

He let me pass a candle through a brief gap in the door, before he shut and locked it again.

I went to Stace and released her gag. "Oh, Honey. I don't know what to say. I'm doing my best to protect you."

"He looked at me naked, down there, Mom! What's he doing to Daddy?"

"I-I don't know, but I think he's giving him his pain killers."

"That doesn't make any sense! I don't what to know what he does to you. It's must be awful!" She desperately wanted to know.

"I'm as confused as you are, but I don't think he's a killer."

"He's worse, if he does what I think he does to you." She frowned.

"Try not to think about it. He has to let us go, and soon. The neighbors will suspect something." I said but didn't believe it. In our apartment complex, neighbors looked out for themselves."

Fifteen minutes later, we heard the main bedroom door open. "That should do the trick." Terry thumped down the hall, still naked as the day he was born but hella fatter. He rested once more on the couch. I expected him to demand me. When he didn't, I carefully replaced the gag in Stace's mouth, loose but not looking loose. I warned her not to dislodge it.

I went to Donald. He lie asleep. His face looked almost peaceful. An empty bottle had been fitted to the soft head of my husband's cock. It wasn't a tight fit.

Terry had taken my phone upon my return. He had cut the wires to the house phone. I looked out the window. There was an alley below, and another apartment complex on the other side. I went to Terry. He had complained about the temperature, and had switched off the heater.

"Do you want something to eat?" He hadn't all day, unless he had made toast for himself.

"Naw." He jiggled his belly. "But get me a pitcher of water. I cum so much in you, heh, I'm parched."

I served the pitcher and a glass with a red face. He looked in my eyes but didn't say thanks. "You're almost there." After draining a full glass. He set it on the coffee table. "What do you usually do this time on a Saturday?"

I didn't dare say I spent it with my ******. "Work, s-sometimes. Sometimes, we- I go out."

"If you got work, best get too it. Can't have you getting fired." He grinned. He picked up a remote. Basic cable came with the apartment. He watched some random show crammed with commercials. I went to the kitchen table and pretended to work. I completed a couple things before checking on Stace and Donald.

He was out like a light. I felt grateful for whatever Terry did for him. I found the candle on his dresser. Wax discolored the cheap wood veneer. I entered my ********'s room, crawled in her wet bed and hugged her. We shared our tears. She had to pee again. I changed her bottle and brought fresh water and sliced apple.

"CUNT!" Terry demanded. My face filled with blood. I hurried from Stace hoping she didn't notice. I shut both bedroom doors before answering the invader. He shut off the TV.

He leered at me. "Call me 'Nigger.'"

"Okay, Nigger." I played along.

"Good. Now suck on this nigger's cock and take off your clothes while doing it, you white piece of shit."

I bent over him and opened my mouth.

"WHEW! you smell like piss, Bitch!" He waved a hand under his nose. To me, he smelled a lot worse than my ********'s piss. "Go clean yourself up. When you come back, you better make up for lost time. My cock is ready to teach you another lesson, and it don't like waiting."

I showered quickly and returned to him, still damp after toweling. He immediately pulled my head to his cock and stuffed it into my mouth. I sucked and jacked on it. I had to use one hand to push his fat out of the way. When he was as hard as he could get, he had me mount him again. My body had become accustomed to his treatment and was wet enough from the start to accept him deep into my body. I still cried.

"This time, I'm going to fuck you." He grinned. I guess he wasn't a one trick pony after all. He gripped my hips firmly and began to bounce his great mass up and down on the seat cushions. That the couch didn't break, amazed me, considering how cheap it was. Filled to my cunt's brim with cock, my innards pulsed as soon as he hunched half of it out of me then slammed it back in. "How long as it been since you fucked?"

I guessed he didn't mean all the times he came in me. "Maybe a week?" It had been a month. I hadn't had sex since he first ***** my mouth.

"How often do you cum when you fuck?"

"I don't, except with my husband!" I anticipated his intention.

"Hah! I've seen your man's piece. Tinkerbell couldn't cum from that noodle." He bucked his cock hard up my slit. "Now tell me how much you love fucking my nigger cock."

"I don't!" I lost my verve. Why then? I should have broken the night before. "I hate you."

"Call me Nigger!"

"I hate you, Nigger! I hate your damn cock. I hate it pounding in my pussy! Get out! Let us go! We all hate you!"

His thrusting cock impaled me and exploded! It gushed cum into my wet cunt. He pulled me to his face, as he came inside of me. He kissed and licked my face. Then he stuffed his tongue into my mouth and waggled it. I sucked it without thinking. My cunt reacted. It jolted, sending an orgasm crashing into my head. I denied it with every fiber of my being. I refused to cum on his cock. My cunt disobeyed. It quivered and quaked, sucking up his spewing juice. Another wave lit up my brain. I tried everything I could to pretend it wasn't happening.

"Your cunt is the fucking best!" He groaned and closed his eyes, letting go of my hair. His balls shot twice as much cum from fucking me than from soaking in me.

When his cum stopped dripping from my cunt, I tried to get off.

"Stay the fuck there, Bitch." He said, eyes closed. He kept me mated to him like a dog with an inflated penis. His dick softened but remained solid in me. His eyes looked through me, as if in a trance. After five minutes, I fell asleep. I don't know how long I slept, but he was still staring at the wall behind me when I woke. His cock had hardened inside of me. I worried about Stace and Donald. How long would he keep us prisoners? I was so cold! I had to hug him.

Not long after waking, he grunted. Cum flooded into my pussy. It sprayed out. With his previous spunk, there was nearly enough to glue us together. My cunt pulsed, just once. It felt really good but not as intense as when he fucked me. I hated myself all over again.

He made me clean his cum with my mouth. I was getting used to its sourness. I still hated it, but it didn't trouble me as much. He let me tend to my ****** after telling me to clean myself up.

I replaced two, used water bottles. I petted and hugged Stace, reassuring her with out any reassurance for myself. I was pretty certain, we would live through the weekend.

Donald recognized me, groggily. I dared to loosen his gag. "Please, Honey, get my real meds." He was already hurting again. I brought the suggested dose.

Terry must have heard me searching in the bathroom. He thundered up the hall and into my bedroom. He smacked the pills out of my hand. "Get out!" He pointed at the door. He shut me out. I listened but only smelled matches burning before giving up and returning to my ********.

We heard him leave the bedroom. He leaned, naked, into Stace's room. I covered her eyes.

"I need your Mamma more than you do, right now, Brat." He hauled me back to the living room. He bent me over the back of the couch, hoisted his belly over my back and proceeded to fuck me from behind. I didn't cum that time, but I was wet the moment he dragged me out of my ********'s room.

After I sucked his cock and crotch clean he told me to fix supper. Except, he didn't want any. "Your cripple probably won't eat for a couple more hours." He drained the water pitcher dry and refilled it himself. "You can loosen their ropes. I'll retie them later.

I made soup. It was easy to eat when you're lying down, if you had a straw.

Stace thanked me, after finishing her soup. I repeated, "It'll be over soon." I had no idea.

Returning to the kitchen, I found Terry looked bored. I asked him, "Why are you doing this? Aside from blowing your balls into me, your being here feels like pretense."

"What?" He feigned shock. "You're not buying into the black nigger's white slave schtick?"

"Is that what this is?"

"Nope, but it's close enough for my purposes."

"Why do you use ghetto talk when you don't have to?"

"Solidarity, Bitch." He frowned.

"Why not tell me - afraid to break your elaborate fantasy?"

He sneered then. "I decided to get a job."

I scrunched my face at him.

"I didn't have anything. I was free. I shook my cup and cleaned out Angus' BBQ for a night's sleep. Sure that was a job, but it had soul, no real responsibilities. I was FREE." He snarled. "You came along with your tight bitch ass and waggled your privileged eyes at me and made me realize the truth. I'm just a fucking nigger begging for change."

I didn't feel sorry for him. I put plastic wrap on Donald's soup. "What were you before? You know too much to be a bum."

He punched me. I fell. "Get your ass up, and don't ask again." He went back to watching TV. I checked in on Donald. He slept much longer this time. I spent nearly an hour with Stace. We huddled until the invader tottered up the hall. He checked their ropes. I fed Donald his soup and changed his pee bottle. Terry dragged me back to the couch.



...to be continued...