An American Sex Slave In Egypt

[ljypeels]

Part 1. 

 

As I slowly regained consciousness, the first thing I felt was pain--excruciating pain, deep in my stomach and my asshole--that shot through my body in waves.

 

Next came the ripe, musky smell of sweat, followed by the sounds of men having sex.

 

I opened my eyes. Everything around me was dark and blurry, but I could make out a huge shadowy figure looming over me. I instinctively knew that everything I was feeling--the pain, the smells, the sounds--was coming from this enormous man, and I realized that I was being raped.   

 

I tried to scream, but my mouth wouldn't open. I tried to push him away, but I couldn't move my arms and legs. I realized then that I was paralyzed. The only part of my body I could control were my eyes. All I could do was watch in horror as this brutal beast tore apart my insides with every stroke of his burning hot cock.

 

"Aha!" he suddenly snarled, noticing my eyes were open. His face then took on a frightening cruelty and viciousness, and he punched me in the stomach, knocking the wind out of me and causing my anal sphincter to tighten around his cock. He started thrusting into me even harder, shouting at me in a coarse, guttural language I didn't understand.

 

And then, as if out of nowhere, I heard a familiar voice. "He's calling you a dirty whore... a worthless faggot," the voice hissed, "He says he's ripping you open... and when he's done... no one will ever want you... you filthy cunt!"

 

I knew that voice. I tried in vain to turn my head, to see where it was coming from.  

 

"Don't bother trying to move, Allen," the hate-filled voice continued, "We've pumped you so full of drugs you won't be able to move for at least another hour, while Ibrahim the Beast here rips your asshole to pieces."

 

"And you're going to love every minute of it, you nasty little cunt" hissed Will's voice, "aren't you, little brother?"

 

--- Six months earlier ---

 

I was born and raised in San Francisco as the fourth, unplanned child of ex-hippies, who were almost 50 by the time I was born. My parents called me their "miracle baby," and pampered me so much that by the time I turned 16, everyone called me "Her Highness" behind my back.  It didn't help that even as a junior in high school, I still looked like a girl: 5'5", 120lbs, blond curly hair, and soft, nearly hairless ivory-white skin.

 

Everyone but my parents thought I was a spoiled, whiny little princess, but I never got teased or bullied growing up because they all respected and feared my older brothers--Jack, Neal and Will--who were already in their late 20s by the time I was born. 

 

Like so many children of liberal baby-boomers, my brothers rebelled by becoming conservative. Against our parents' wishes, they joined the Catholic Church, played high school football, registered as Republicans and, when the First Gulf War broke out in 1990, enlisted in the U.S. Army. They came back from their tours in Kuwait as tough, hardened men who rarely ever smiled. 

 

Jack, the eldest, became a math teacher and football coach at our high school. Jack was the only brother to get married, but his 4-year, childless marriage to a fellow schoolteacher ended in divorce when I was about 2 years old. Neal, the second oldest, joined the San Francisco Police Department and quickly rose through the ranks to become captain. Neal had plenty of live-in girlfriends over the years, but never got married. Will, the third son, initially followed Neal's footsteps into the SFPD, but later joined the FBI; after 9/11, he left the FBI for a secretive job at Homeland Security that had him constantly traveling around the world. 

 

Unlike me, my brothers were also incredible specimens of manhood. I had clearly inherited my mother's genes, with my willowy frame and pale, delicate features, but my brothers took after my father, whose ancestors were from Lebanon and Syria--they weren't tall (about 5'10") but they were all built like brick shithouses, with black, curly hair covering nearly every inch of their muscular, burly bodies, and while I'd never seen them naked, I couldn't help but notice the flashlight-sized bulges in their pants.

 

I grew up admiring my brothers from afar. They had all left home by the time I was born, and while they dutifully protected me from the bullies at school or in the neighborhood, they otherwise kept a polite distance. 

 

That all changed about a year ago, a few months after I turned 16. Our parents, who had patiently put up with my childish, selfish behavior for so many years, were tragically killed in a car accident. Since I was still a minor, it was decided that my brothers (who were in their early 40s at the time) would act as my co-guardians until I turned 18. Since Will was still traveling a lot for work, I was to spend half the year living with Jack and the other half with Neal. 

 

While our parents' death was devastating for everyone, I took it especially hard. I decided that I didn't want to be the good little "princess" any more, and started acting out--sneaking out at night and hanging with the "street kids" in our neighborhood. Most of these kids were gay runaways who made a living on the streets hustling or selling drugs, and I found myself being drawn to the danger, the excitement, and the hot sex that their lives promised.

 

--- Meeting Antoine ---

 

I was especially drawn to Antoine, a tall, skinny 23-year old black guy from Houston who was the unofficial leader of the local street gang. He supplied the rest of the kids with drugs (to use or sell), escorted for a bunch of white guys who couldn't get enough of his big, black cock, and made enough money to rent his own apartment near the Castro.  

 

I first met Antoine at a sex party in his apartment. I was invited by two street kids I used to hang out (and fool around) with sometimes--Manuel, a short but muscular 20-year old Salvadoran with visible gang tattoos, and Luis, a scrawny but tough-looking 18-year old Mexican from Fresno.  

 

There were four other guys at the party when we arrived--four big, black thugs. One of them, the tallest and best-looking of the group, got up and walked over.

 

"Hi, I'm Antoine," he said, flashing a big smile and immediately putting me at ease, "and you must be Allen. I've heard a lot about you."  

 

He was tall--almost a foot taller than me--and strong, and when he draped his arm around my shoulders and walked me over to meet the rest of the guests, I felt safe and protected for the first time since my parents had died.

 

"That there is Omar," he said, pointing to a 30s-ish dark-skinned man sitting on the couch with his shirt off, showing off a sinewy, heavily-muscled chest. "He's a good ni#$a to know; if he likes you he'll hook you up with anything you need and everything you want."

 

Omar leaned back on the couch, looked me up and down, and smiled. "Nothing not to like so far," he said.

 

"And those two motherfuckers fucking around with my party supplies," Antoine said, pointing to a couple of light-skinned thugs with matching face tattoos, "don't like it when I give out out their names to white boys they don't know, so you can just call them Master X and Master Y for now."  The Masters, as I later came to know them, were bent over the coffee table measuring out white crystals into small plastic bags, and didn't look up.

 

Antoine turned to me and asked, "so Manuel and Luis tell me you like to party, yeah?"

 

I smiled and nodded sheepishly.  I'd smoked weed before, but the Latino boys had recently introduced me to molly and poppers, which I absolutely loved. The fact that Manuel and Luis had then "taken advantage" of me by spit-roasting me only made it hotter.

 

Antoine laughed, grabbed my right hand and brought it down to his crotch, where I could feel a huge cock starting to uncoil like a snake. "Baby, look what you're doing to me already," he said. "We are gonna have some fun tonight!"

 

Antoine then turned to Manuel and Luis and told them to give me some weed and molly, then take me into the bathroom to get ready. 

 

Half an hour later, freshly partied up, cleaned out, and hurriedly spit-roasted again by Manuel and Luis, I walked back into the living room wearing nothing but a jockstrap. The lights were turned down, and the TV was playing black-on-white porn. Antoine, Omar, and the Masters had taken off their clothes and were sitting around the coffee table blowing thick, white clouds.  

 

Antoine looked up and called us over. "Allen baby, why don't you come here and suck my dick," he said with a devilish smile, then ordered Manuel and Luis to start servicing Omar and the Masters.

 

I walked over to Antoine, eyeing the uncut brown snake resting on his lap.  As I got down on my knees, his enormous cock grew even bigger, lengthening to about 12 inches in length and about 7 inches around.  As I reached out and carefully raised his cock to my mouth, a line of clear pre-cum stretched from his lap to the gorgeous reddish head peeking out of his foreskin. 

 

I leaned over, stuck out my tongue, and gingerly licked the pre-cum from the tip. Antoine shuddered, and sank deeper into the couch, closing his eyes and moaning. I slowly pulled his foreskin back and started licking the creamy cheese underneath, taking my time to savor the taste.  As I started to wrap my lips around his cockhead, Antoine pulled my head back up.

 

"Hey baby," he said, "if you're going to take all of my dick we're gonna have to get you ready."  

 

He grabbed a bong from the coffee table and started heating it in front of my mouth. Looking down at the white wisps circling the bowl, I felt unsure of what I was doing for the first time that evening. 

 

"I'm sorry," I said sheepishly, "it's just, I've never done Tina before."

 

"Oh baby," said Antoine with his beautiful smile, "there's nothing to worry about. Nobody here is going to hurt you; this'll just make it more fun for everyone."

 

I looked down at his cock, which was starting to wilt. "It's not that I don't trust you," I said, "it's just, I'm worried about getting addicted."  

 

"Who said anything about getting addicted?" Antoine said loudly, the first hint of a frown on his face. In an even louder voice he continued, "Baby, with me, Omar and the Masters in the room you don't have to worry about nothing! We're all here to make sure you have a great time, right?" he said, looking over at his other guests. They all looked up and nodded.

 

Antoine turned back to me and said, "All you got to do, baby, is relax, stop thinking so much, and just do what I tell you, okay?"

 

I nodded and took his cock back in my mouth, determined not to disappoint this big, strong, beautiful, amazing black man. As I began licking his shaft like an ice cream cone, however, out of the corner of my eye I saw several pairs of feet approaching.

 

Everything that followed happened so quickly that I didn't have time to react. Antoine suddenly grabbed my head and pulled me off his dick while the other guests grabbed my arms and legs; Antoine then leapt to his feet and ordered the others to turn me over and hold me down. As I lay on the floor struggling to break free, I suddenly felt a sharp, unbearable pain in my balls that made me shriek out loud--but only for a second, as Antoine quickly shoved a damp, rank athletic sock in my mouth to muffle my screams. 

 

Antoine was now on top of me, one hand covering my mouth and the other gripping my balls. "Allen baby, you just gotta calm down a bit," he said in a calm, soothing voice, "the pain will go away as soon as you stop struggling. I don't want to hurt you unless I have to, and I won't have to hurt you if you'll just calm down and listen to me."

 

He leaned in and whispered into my ear, "Shhh, baby, that's right, just calm down and shush for a moment and I'll make the pain go away."  And once I stopped struggling, he gently kissed my cheek, and whispered, "That's a good boy, Allen, that's it. You're such a good boy."

 

Antoine and the other guests gradually loosened their grips until there was no pain left, as Antoine had promised. He then turned to Manuel and Louis and told them to get the first slam ready.  

 

"We wanted to ease you in at first, baby, but since you've been acting like such a bitch tonight, we have no other choice but to start you off with a slam," he told me as Omar tightened a leather strap around my arm. "It's going to be a bit intense at first, baby, and you'll probably have trouble breathing for a couple seconds until you start coughing. But then you'll feel the most intense rush you've ever felt in your entire life, and everything we do to you will start feeling so good, baby, you won't ever want us to stop!"

 

"Now close your eyes for me, baby, for just five seconds," he said, gently biting my neck at the same time I felt a small pinch in my arm. "Now count to five with me... one... two... three... four..." 

 

Before we got to five, however, I felt Omar loosening the leather strap around my arm, and I suddenly understood why people call it slamming. As Antoine had predicted, after a few seconds of feelings like I couldn't breathe, followed by a short coughing fit, wave after wave of searing hot pleasure, unlike anything I'd ever felt before, slammed into me like a ton of bricks and started radiating through my body, and the room around me felt brighter, as if my brain had abruptly reset my eyes' brightness level to maximum.

 

And then, just as quickly, my senses start coming back down to earth. The waves of pleasure and joy were replaced by a ravenous, insatiable hunger for sex--I suddenly found myself wanting a never-ending stream of humongous horse cocks shoved up my ass and crammed down my throat, unleashing rivers of ni#%a cum into every orifice of my body. I started jacking off with my right hand, then spread my legs and raised my knees so my left hand could reach my asshole.

 

"Oh god, fuck me, Antoine!" I gasped, desperately finger-fucking my pussy, "please, please fuck me!  Fuck me over and over again; and pass my nasty used cunt around!" 

 

"Yeah, baby?" Antoine teased, "you wanna get raped, is that it? You want your sweet little boypussy gangraped by ni#$a cocks?" 

 

He swatted my fingers out of my asshole and shoved his entire 12-inch cock up my chute in one monstrous stroke.  I screamed out in pain, but Antoine just covered my mouth with his mitt-sized hands and shouted, "Shut the fuck up, you filthy little whore! This is what you were begging for, so this is what you're going to get!"

 

--- To be continued ---

Edited March 29, 2015 by ljypeels

[TallChiBBBtm]

Hot story!  Can't wait for more...

[NastyRigPig]

I love romance.

[Guest snufkin]

Amazing. 

[mike43]

Mmm very hot can't wait for more

[sam_puppy]

fuck awesome can't wait for more

[ljypeels]

Part 2.

 

"Yeah, baby?" Antoine teased, "you wanna get raped, is that it? You want your sweet little boypussy gangraped by ni#$a cocks?" 

 

He swatted my fingers out of my asshole and shoved his entire 12-inch cock up my chute in one monstrous stroke.  I screamed out in pain, but Antoine just covered my mouth with his mitt-sized hands and shouted, "Shut the fuck up, you filthy little whore! This is what you were begging for, so this is what you're going to get!"

 

I knew that struggling would only make the pain worse, but I couldn't help it.  It felt like Antoine was shoving a red hot poker up my ass, and I vainly tried to pull away, twisting and turning under his massive body. Worse, his hands were so big they covered my nose as well, making it almost impossible to breathe.

 

"Stop!" I tried to yell, "I can't breathe!" but Antoine's enormous hands muffled my screams. With each breath, less and less air were reaching my lungs. The room began turning dark, and I started to panic, knowing that I was about to pass out.

 

But then, the pain suddenly started to go away. Not only the pain, but the fear and the panic--everything started melting away, overpowered by the unbelievably warm, nerve-tingling sensation in my ass, which was getting stronger and stronger with every stroke of Antoine's cock. I could now feel every inch of his monster as it thrust in and out of my hole, and the sensation was more intense and pleasurable than I can describe.

 

And with that, my body finally relaxed, I closed my eyes, and I stopped struggling. My screams died down and turned to moans of pleasure. I started thrusting my ass backwards to meet Antoine's strokes, welcoming him deeper into my body. He responded by releasing his hands and fucking me even harder, each brutal thrust hitting my windpipe and causing me to grunt.

 

"There you go, little piggy, grunt for me!" he shouted, pulling the sock out of my mouth, "now that's what I'm talking about!" He started pummeling into me like a jackrabbit, pounding my ass with so much speed and power that pretty soon all I could hear was the sound of his balls slapping against my asscheeks. His eyes rolled back in his head, the veins in his neck started bulging, and his moans grew louder and louder--until he thrust into my ass with so much force that it knocked the wind out of me, lifted his head and roared like a wild animal.  I could feel his engorged cock grow even bigger inside my ass, as he pumped load after load of ni#%a cum up my hole.  

 

"You're a nasty worthless little cunt!" he said as he was catching his breath, "but damn that's one hot fucking ass!" 

 

When he pulled his cock out, his warm, sticky cum started leaking out of my battered hole. Instinctively I reached down and scooped it up with my fingers and tasted it. 

 

Antoine laughed. "You like how I taste, baby?" he asked.

 

"Yes, sir," I replied, and I meant it; his cum tasted like him--strong, powerful, and a bit dirty.

 

When I started to lower my legs, his arms shot out and gripped my ankles. 

 

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he said, "we're just getting started!"  He turned to Omar, and said, "come and get it ni#%a, these holes now all open for business!"

 

--- To be continued ---

[Guest]

hot

[Bttm2go]

Wow! Please continue.

[whorepig]

very hot story, amazing what a bbc and some t will do to a white submissive boy, simply turn him into a wwhore for bbc

[ljypeels]

Part 3. My Brother's Wrath

 

That weekend, I just let myself enjoy the wild ride that Antoine and his crew were giving me.  They kept alternating slams of Tina with doses of GHB and ketamine, and I kept passing in and out of consciousness, waking up one minute to the excruciatingly pleasurable feeling of the Masters double-penetrating me, falling asleep the next to the sensation of Antoine slapping my ass as he fucked me from behind, then waking up again with a blindfold over my face as I was getting pounded by one of Antoine's many lieutenants, and so on.  

 

Antoine wouldn't let me see any of his lieutenants' faces, or tell me how many of his crew had fucked me over the weekend, because he wanted me to remember that he could always get to me--anywhere, anytime. 

 

"If you tell anyone about what we did this weekend, baby," he whispered in my ear one night, "I'll know; and when you're least expecting it, I'll have one of my boys come up behind you, knock you out, and rip your asshole open with a knife and leave you bleeding to death." His tone, so serious but matter-of-fact, made me shiver--although I have to admit, it also made my puny little boy cock harder than it's ever been.

 

Late on Sunday night, after nearly 48 continuous hours of partying and fucking, I finally found my way back to Jack's house. I was exhausted, but strangely calm and contented in a way that only a whiteboy whose cunt has been repeatedly owned and used by a black master can understand. I could feel the last few gifts of cum from Antoine's crew leaking out of my ass as I walked up to the front door.

 

The entire house was pitch black. Figuring my brother had already gone to bed, I quietly made my way up the stairs and tiptoed past my brother's bedroom to my room. But just as I was thinking, "I'm safe," I tripped over something in the dark and landed on the floor with a loud thud.

 

"Oof!" I groaned from the shock and pain. 

 

I heard a soft click, and the lights came on.  Still lying on the ground, I looked up--and there, sitting on my bed in nothing but his underwear, was my eldest brother Jack. For a split second, neither of us said anything. But as I started pushing myself off the ground, Jack spoke.

 

"Stay down, boy," he said in his deep, commanding voice, "stay down on the ground, where you belong." And for some reason, even though I had been disobeying and disrespecting Jack ever since I moved in with him, this time I did what I was told.  I stayed on the ground, face down, and waited to see what he would do next.

 

I heard the bedsprings groan as his hulking, 6'4", 260-pound body got off the bed. He came and stood over me, his enormous size-16 feet on either side of my head, his massive frame casting the room in shadow.  

 

"What the fuck is this?" I heard him say as he reached over and ran his hand over the back of my pants, still damp and reeking of ni#%a cum. I didn't know what to say.

 

Then I heard him sniff his hand.

 

"Is this what I fucking think it is?!?" he shouted, in a booming voice so loud I worried that he might wake our neighbors. 

 

He grabbed the back of my shirt and yanked me up in one swift motion, as if I weighed nothing.  I was standing up now, face-to-face (or more like face-to-chest) with Jack, and what I saw frightened me--bright red face, teeth bared, and seething with anger, the veins in his neck and temples pulsing with hot fiery Mediterranean blood.  

 

And I could smell him, standing so close to me in nothing but his underwear--his hairy, muscular body radiated a powerful, musky scent that filled my nostrils. I suddenly felt weak and a bit dizzy.

 

He pulled me closer, until his face was just inches away from mine. "What the fuck have you been doing, you little shit?!" he barked, "is this what you are now? A faggot whore leaking men's cum outta his ass? Is this what you want, huh? Is this what you want?!"

 

And at that moment, for some reason I still can't explain, I did the unthinkable. Whether it was because Antoine had just shown me how good it feels to submit to another man, or because Jack's masculine scent, which I'd never experienced before, was overpowering my senses, I replied, "Yes, Jack, that's exactly what I want."

 

What happened next is kind of a blur. After Jack punched me in the head, all I can remember is a series of disjointed images and sounds--of Jack yelling, of me crying and begging him to stop, of tears streaming down Jack's face, of white flashes of pain as he landed blow after blow. Thankfully, mercifully, I eventually passed out.

 

--- 

 

When I regained consciousness, the first thing I noticed was that the pain was gone. I could remember the beating I'd gotten from my brother, and I couldn't help but wonder why I wasn't feeling any pain. In fact, I felt pretty good. 

 

I opened my eyes, and what I saw confused me even more. Antoine was sitting on top of me, with a leather strap and a syringe in his hands, and a weird expression on his face--one that I'd never seen before.  As my eyes adjusted to the light, I took another look at his face, and I realized that the expression I was seeing was one of fear--of pure, unadulterated fear.

 

I turned my head and looked around the room, trying to figure out what was going on.  I was lying on my own bed, in my own bedroom, and all the lights were on.  I then noticed, for the first time, the black nylon rope tied around my wrists and ankles, and also tied around Antoine's neck and wrists.  

 

And finally, in the corner, I saw the giant--a muscular, hairy hulk of a man, sitting on my chair completely naked, with an enormous, almost savage-looking hard-on, and wearing a black ski mask. 

 

It took me a few seconds to realize that this giant of a man was my brother Jack.  

 

"So this is what you were up to all weekend," he said in a disgusted tone, "letting some ni#%a shoot you full of drugs and rape you over and over again."

 

He stood up.  I could now see that he was holding a large butcher's knife.  He walked over to the bed and grabbed the top of Antoine's head with one impossibly large hand and brought the knife up to Antoine's throat with the other.  

 

"And this worthless little shit was more than happy to supply all the drugs and ni#%a cock that you wanted," he said as Antoine's body started shaking above me, and tears welled up in his eyes. "Well, if that's what you want, little bro, then that's exactly what you're going to get," he said.

 

"Anyone could see that Mom and Pops were spoiling you in their old age, always letting you get away with murder," he continued, "but back when we were growing up, they didn't tolerate any bullshit from the kids. Pops, especially. And when he caught me smoking a cigarette in seventh grade, he dragged my sorry ass to the kitchen table and made me smoke an entire carton of cigarettes, and even when I was puking my guts out and begging him to stop, he kept lighting one right after another, for almost the entire day, until I had finished the whole carton."

 

Jack laughed. "And that's exactly how I'm going to teach you, little brother, how not to become a faggot."

 

He turned and walked toward the bedroom door. "If it's big black men that you want," he said, "then that's what you're going to get."

 

"And by men, I mean real men," he said, "not this prepubescent little street kid you let fuck you."  He turned around, and with a dramatic flourish, he opened the door.

 

Even in my drugged, hazy state of mind, when I saw the size of the men walking through my bedroom door, I immediately knew that I was in trouble. Antoine and his crew were big, yes, but these men were in another class altogether.  If Antoine's crew had been a college basketball team, then this was the NBA.  The NBA All-Stars.

 

And I was going to get raped by all of them.  

 

To be continued.

Edited April 11, 2015 by ljypeels

[whorepig]

Well the poor kid is either going to be ruined for life or this is the part where his love of bbc will increase ten fold, lucky bastard........lol

[ljypeels]

It's my first attempt at writing sex stories, so a big thanks to everyone who posted replies or liked this.  

 

I'm going to try to take the boy (Allen) on a rape & gangbang tour from SF to Baltimore to Libya to Egypt.  Wish me luck!

[sam_puppy]

So fucking hot this is one of the best I've ever read

[Pigtoy]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE keep posting . Love this story