Malcolm ignored her and locked her arm to the shackles on the metal headboard of the cheap army surplus cot. It was for her own good. He wanted her bound and helpless and the shackles on the cot were lined with leather, they would be easier on her bruised wrists. They would let some of the blood flow back to her hands.
Not that Rebecca wanted anything to do with it. She didn’t understand that Malcolm was doing this for her own good. She had been hanging too long. Her bruised wrists needed a break.
He grinned down at her and brushed her away like a fly as she tried to free her hand, and then brushed her away again, laughing each time. Perfect little Rebecca Finnegan. Her struggles only turned him on more. Didn’t she understand that he wanted her to fight? Didn’t she understand that he wanted her to struggle and scream?
He grabbed her other wrist and brought it above her head. He had it locked in the, far more comfortable, leather and iron shackles in a second. She wasn’t getting out of those, he had made them himself, he made them just for her in the metal shop at their school. A lot of the toys he made at school. A lot of them he had made with perfect little Rebecca Finnegan in mind. He had been waiting for this for a while, ever since he first met her in his Freshman World Studies class.
Her stubborn and defiant screams of rage and hatred ended the moment he had her arms bound with the leather and iron shackles on the headboard. She struggled, a little, enough to know that she wasn’t getting out, and a new wave of grief washed over the sixteen-year-old. Her angry screams faded back to uncontrollable sobbing.
He put his hands on her waist and slowly ran them up her flat stomach. He marveled at how soft and smooth her lily white skin was and how much it contrasted with his Black calloused hands.
Malcolm cupped her round white breasts with his big Black hands and rolled her nipples with his thumbs. He leaned over her, watching her sob as he licked his way down her neck and closed his fat lips around her puffy little nipple. He sucked down hard, teasing it whit his tongue as he worked his way between her legs.
He bit down on her nipple and pulled his head back, making her scream in pain as he fought to spread her legs apart.
Perfect little Rebecca Finnegan was struggling to keep her knees locked together. She was fighting with every once of energy she had left in her petite little body to keep Malcolm from prying her legs apart.
Not that it mattered. Her efforts were useless. She was too little. She was too small. She was too weak to put up any real resistance. It took just a little more effort than Malcolm had expected, but he still managed to pry her knees apart and work his hips between her lily white legs.
“Shhh,” Malcolm said as he pulled the tie free and yanked the panties out of her mouth. He wanted an unobstructed view of the expression on perfect little Rebecca Finnegan’s face when he took her virginity.
Her bottom lip quivered as she looked up at him with her tear-filled blue eyes. She shook her head; the expression on her cum covered face was priceless. “P-p-p-please,” She managed through her sobs. “P-p-p-please no. Please, please, please don’t rape me Mr. Brown. Please don’t rape me.”
Malcolm grinned down at her and slowly stroked the tip of his cock up and down her tight, bald, virgin lips. Perfect little Rebecca Finnegan was so fucking pathetic. He laughed and pushed, adding just a little pressure to her little white pussy.
She screamed. “Oh God, please, please, please, please don’t. Please don’t rape me. Please just let me go, just please, please, please, don’t rape me. Please Mr. Brown. Please.”
“Oh,” Malcolm said as he stroked some of her strawberry blond hair away from her cum covered face. He looker her in the eye and smiled as he teased her little pussy with the fat tip of his angry Black cock.
He slowly grabbed the headboard and clinched it tight with his fists. He grinned again and stared into her deep blue, tear-filled eyes. He licked his lips as he watched the panic mount within her.
“Please…Please…Please…AHHHHH!” He thrust forward as hard as he could, and split her little white pussy open with the bulbous tip of his fat, angry Black cock. God she was tight, he had only just managed to work the tip in.
He grabbed her head, pressing his Black hands against her cum covered face. He looked into her eyes, his head inches from hers and shoved his cock into her again. “Yeow!’ He sobbing face squinted up in pain as he worked his cock a little deeper into her.
He must have been ripping her apart. She was so tight it was hurting him. He thrust deeper, this time he had made it all the way in. This time he felt his hairy balls smack against her little white ass.
He grind down at her and enjoyed the little yips and yipes she made as he ground his hips around him. He was inside of her. He was inside of perfect little Rebecca Finnegan. He had shattered her hymen and impaled her little white virgin slit with his big Black cock.
Do you feel that Rebecca Finnegan? He thrust into her again and she screamed. You’re not pure as the driven snow any more, Rebecca Finnegan. He impaled her with his big Black cock once more. Did it hurt when the big Black man took your virginity? His balls slapped against her tight little ass. He’s going to do worse things than that to you?
He was taking it slowly at first, one thrust at a time, in hard and fast and out nice and slow. He loved the noises she made as she tried to sob and scream at the same time punctuated by deep, long, moans of grief. He plowed himself into perfect little Rebecca Finnegan let out a sickening gurgling sound as he impaled her with his big, Black, cock.
He grabbed her breast with his right hand and teased her puffy little nipple as he rammed his cock into her again. “Oh yeah,” Malcolm groaned she was too tight for him. She little white hole clung onto his fat Black cock. “You have the tightest fucking cunt I’ve ever fucked.
He forced her head to her side and licked his way up her neck as he gave her one hard thrust after another. “You’re not a virgin any more Rebecca Finnegan,” he whispered into the teen’s ear as he bit down on her little lobe and rammed his cock inside of her. “You’re not pure anymore. You got a big nigger cock in your little white pussy, you dirty fucking bitch.”
“Yeeeow!” She screamed as Malcolm thrust himself inside of her. He let go of her face and gripped the backboard. “Eh!” He picked up his pace. Each thrust harder than the last. Each thrust faster than the last.
He wasn’t just raping her. He wasn’t just taking her virginity. He was punishing her. He was taking his revenge. He was taking his reparations for centuries of oppression and slavery.
He rammed himself into her, shoving his cock as deep into her stomach as he could, and the rammed himself in again.
Her firm, round, breasts bounced with each brutal thrust. She pressed her bound hands against the headboard, to keep her head from slamming into it. And she screamed and sobbed and moaned in anguish as Malcolm grunted with pleasure.