“Damn it,” Kashira pounded the dashboard of her severely outdated 1993 Ford Escort. “Don’t do this to me. Not now.”

Kashira was days away from scoring a job that would offer her a way out, and if this business meeting went the way she thought it would go, the signing bonus alone would secure her a new whip and the Escort could go bye-bye. But until then, and not a moment sooner, she needed this car to make it to Orlando Florida.

She had even taken it to her mechanic the day before she hit the road, and he assured her it could make the journey. So that’s why she had no understanding about what was going on.

She was on I-75 South and rather close to the Georgia Florida line. But as luck would have it, she had spent so much time talking on her cellphone that the battery simply died. So she did something she shouldn’t do and got out of the car and started flailing her arms, silently hoping that it wasn’t some psycho who stopped to help.

A few moments passed before a tow truck put on it’s lights and slowly pulled to the side of the road.

“The Lord looks after babies and fools,” she shook her head and tossed her dead cellphone back in the car. Of all the mistakes that a traveling woman could make, Kashira seemed to be racking all of them up. Revealing clothes. Check. Uncharged phone. Check. Flailing arms like a damsel in distress? Check.

“Good God,” Randy Ellsworth licked his lips as he soaked up the sight of the beautiful Nubian Queen. She was wearing a white halter top and white daisy dukes, surrounded by rich dark, chocolate skin. The contrast alone held his attention. This woman was the type of black woman that all white men secretly crave. Huge, brickhouse titties. Huge-yet extremely round-apple bottom ass.

“Hell yeah,” Randy smiled, even though he knew how to play it cool. So he simply disembarked from the truck and waltzed over.

“Boy, am I ever glad to see you?” Kashira did a playful run and jumped into his strong arms. “Didn’t seem like nobody was ever going to stop.”

“Well, that’s a crying shame…fine woman like yourself. What seems to be the matter?”

“That’s just it. I was minding my own business, on my way to a job interview, and the bitch just died on me.”

“Just?” Randy couldn’t stop himself from laughing out loud. “You mean to tell me you don’t hear that irritating buzzing and notice that yellow light? You’re out of gas, sweet thing.”

Kashira ripped her earbuds out of her ear and tried to explain.

“Oh shit. Radio is out in the car, so I have to play music the old fashioned way from my Walkman. I wasn’t even paying attention.”

“But now you are facing a dilemma, because even if I wanted to help, this tow truck is actually on its way back to the shop. I don’t have any spare gas in any of the service tanks. So I guess you will have to sit here until I come back.”

“Is that how you boys treat women down in this hot ass weather? Can’t I just ride with you back to the shop?”

“Bad idea. You have to think where you are at. I mean, it’s not like we don’t have a black population around, but our shop is way back in the Boonies. Some of my co workers are assholes.”

“It can’t be that hard. Just fill your auxiliary tank and bring me back. What are they gonna do?: Beat me up?”

“Maybe…”

“Not with an ox like you around to help me. I’ll be fine. Let’s go.”

Randy had one of those good ole country boy faces like Stone Cold Steve Austin. He was just shorter, but he still sported a broad, wide back and jutting gorilla chest. He stood around 6’2 and if Kashira had to guess, she’d guess him to weigh a good 290 pounds… ALL muscle.

Kashira actually thought he was cute with his silver reflective glasses and wild man beard. She normally wasn’t attracted to white men, but as she admired his broad back and masculine walk, she silently thought “Would if I could.”

Kashira could picture herself deep in the Georgia swamps, face down and ass up as the man wormed his tongue in and out of her asshole. Plus the fact of his beard tickling her pussy. Kashira knew she shouldn’t be even entertaining the idea. But once she got to her hotel tonight, she knew for a fact that this same man right here would dominate her sexual fantasies for the night.

“So,” Randy broke the silence, as they exited the highway. “You said you were on your way to an interview?”

“Yes… systems analyst for an up and coming tech firm.”

“You seem pretty smart. Not enough to keep you from getting in a car with a strange man. But smart.”

“Well, not exactly strange,” Kashira corrected him. “Sign says ABX Towing. So I at least know that much .”

“Sign is as old as that piece of shit car that we left on the side of the road. So like I said…I most definitely am a strange man.”

Kashira felt her heart jump, but refused to give in to fear so soon. Why he was playing with her like this, she honestly didn’t know. But one thing she did know was NEVER AGAIN. She should have just waited in her car until a trooper pulled up or something. The man was right. She didn’t even know him.

“Why you so quiet?” the man smiled.

“Just enjoying this beautiful weather. So please stop with this ‘you don’t know me I’m a serial killer’ act. It’s not funny.”

“Calm down. I was just trying to make a point. This was not one of your smartest moves.”

“Understood. Now will you please let me enjoy this weather? It’s a beautiful day today.”

“It is… that’s why I’m trying to tell you what you have just gotten yourself into. There is no ABX Towing.”

“You know what? Fuck it. Stop the truck and let me out.”

“It doesn’t work like that you lil bitch. In this BDSM club, the only “safe word” was back at the site. I gave you every opportunity to back out. So you know what? There is no getting out until we give you what you paid for. This is how our biker gang makes semi legal cash.”

“Biker gang…BDSM club…. giving me what I paid for? What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Mm-hmm. Fucking bitch just mystically magically breaks down at our pick up zone. Yeah, okay…”

“Look. I’ll cooperate. Just let me go afterwards.”

“We will let you go. Once we have given you what you paid for. I keep trying to tell you that. And as far as you cooperating, we run a BDSM club. We don’t need you to cooperate.”

A million things ran through Kashiras mind as Randy pulled behind an old, decrepit farmhouse. But judging from what Randy was telling her, the best (and possibly worst) was yet to come. There were three Harley’s propped against random trees, letting her know that at least three men were lurking around somewhere.

“Only three?” Kashira teased. “Where I come from, that ain’t no gang.”

“Don’t you worry. It will be more than enough to handle your lil ass. That much I can promise you.”

Kashira knew she should speak up for herself and tell these men the truth. But at this point, would it really matter? Judging from the pole slowly forming in Randy’s tight blue and fluorescent orange work pants, she doubted that her objections would make much of a difference. So she decided to play along and go with the flow…

“Looky here,” Randy suddenly jerked her by the hair. “Look what I found broke down on the side of the highway.”

“Ouch,” Kashira winced. These white boys may be under the impression that all black women wear weaves, but where she came from, she was au natural. So this prick needed to ease up.

“My hair you asshole,” Kashira slapped Randy hard across his handsome face.

“Bitch!!!” Randy returned the slap, knocking Kashira to the straw littered barn floor.

“Looks like we got us a live one today,” a leather clad stud licked his lips. “I love when they fucking fight.”

The man speaking was Donahue. Like all the men present, he stood at least 6’1 and reminded you of a WWE wrestler. Donahue had dirty blonde hair and very dominate blue eyes. That was saying nothing of his TWELVE INCH DICK…but give it time and Kashira would know all about that.

“I’m not-…agggg…agggg…” Kashira gagged as Randy removed his THIRTEEN INCH pipe and crammed a good seven inches down her throat.

“Fuck yeah,” Donahue laughed. “That’s how you shut that fucking whore up. Hey, Lance…here catch.”

Donahue tossed a cattle rope to his friend and instructed him to loop it around the back of her head and pull backwards while using a foot on the back to keep Randy standing still.

“What about you?” Lance ( the youngest one of the bunch, at 27 years old) began to pull backwards on the rope.

“Dis,” Randy adopted a fake black accent and stomped down on the back of Kashiras head. “I want to see the imprint of his fucking dick pulsating from inside of the whores throat.”

“O god yes,” Randy lewdly licked his lips, before rolling his eyes dramatically and tossing his head back on his shoulders. “Eat dat fucking dick you lil bitch…ughh, fuck.”

Loud gurgles bounced off the barns walls as Donahue stomped on her head like he was revving up an engine. Globs of spit and throat slime oozed under Randy’s balls and seeped into his asscrack, all before forming millions of tentacles and seeping to the ground.

“Whore must be traveling on an empty stomach,” Randy teased. “By now she should’ve-“

“…-Raggggggggg,” Kashiras stomach began to reverse itself, as the white sausage was forcibly crammed down her tight throat.

Kashira beat on Randy’s thighs, but with Lance yanking down on the rope and Donahue using his full body weight to hold her head down, there was no where to go.

“Rnnn-nnn,” Kashira began to panic and attempted to stand up.

“Let her up,” Randy smiled, as he observed the panicked look in her eyes.

“What?-“

THWACK.

“Did?”

THWACK.

“We?”

THWACK.

“Tell you?”

THWACK THWACK, Donahue reigned massive swats over her chocolate titties, pinching them when he said his last word and waited for her to respond.

“Oww… that… that there is no safe word. That once the game begins, I just have to deal with it.”

“Like a what?”

“A dick sucking, piece of shit whore.”

“Then where should your fucking throat be?” spoke the fourth man Kyle, who had spiked jet black hair and green eyes.

“Stuffed down over his dick…oornngggggggggg-“ Kashira willingly grabbed Randy’s ass and pulled up until her nose flattened into his pubic hairs.

“Grrrrr-fuck,” Randy held the tip of his tongue on his top lip. “Got damn dis bitch sucks a mean dick. Fuck!!!”

As Kashira listened to the man grunt and groan, she was surprised to feel Kyle lay under her and yank her daisy dukes and panties down in one mighty lunge. He then slid under her pussy like a mechanic under the hood of a car as he jammed his tongue deep inside of her pussy.

“Mmmmm,” he instantly began to slurp away. “Mmmmm.”

Kashira instinctively began to ride the white studs face as Lance pulled on the rope and Donahue stomped back down on her head.

“Fuck,” Randy moaned as he felt a drop of pre cum ooze from his dick and deep inside of her throat. The pressure was insane, because as Kashira gagged and choked, the pressure increased whenever Kyle tongue fucked her, causing her blood pressure to surge.

“Dats it,” Lance yanked, causing Randy’s body to jerk like he was in the middle of a game of tug ‘o war. “Keep sucking that fucking dick. O yeah-“

“…- Agggggggggggffggg.”

“Give me that rope,” Randy and Lance changed places. “You deserve to see what that shit feels like. Feels like she’s going to tear your dick down her throat. Good god.”

Kashira spent the next ten minutes kneeling as the men rotated over and over and over again. Her hair was now a wild mane…black mascara ran down her eyes… and her titties shined from globs and globs of spit. Secretly, though, Kashira was in heaven. Because as she gagged and choked on Randy, Donahue and Lance’s massive dicks, Kyle was on the receiving end of several mouthfuls of squirted girl cum.

“You know what?” Kyle finally unearthed himself from under her pussy, his spiked hair now matted all over his face. “I been so busy licking this whores pussy. When does my dick get to be sucked?”

“About that?” Lance finally pulled the thick rope from behind her head and threw it over a rafter beam.

“Oh shit,” Kyle rubbed his dick. “The upside down 69?”

“Yep,” Donahue and Randy picked up their jeans and slid the belts out. “But not before the bitch gets punished a little bit. We don’t want her to like it too much. She might come back… and the whole point is to teach her a lesson.”

Kashira attempted to run, but that was shut down when Lance threw her over his shoulders and Kyle tied a loop over her ankles, with Randy walking backwards to pull her into the air.

“Scream all you want…we like that.”

“Ahhhhhhhhh,” Kashira wailed, as Randy tore his belt into her like an angry slavemaster. “Please. I’ll suck your dick. I’ll lick your ass. Just stop beating me.”

“You will suck our asses. But that doesn’t mean that we’re going to stop beating you.”

What the men didn’t know was that Kashira had a fetish for rough sex, so as welts began to form on her back and over her tits, she could also feel moisture oozing down her upside down body.

“Look at dat shit,” Kyle grabbed two clothespins and used it to rip her pussy lips open. “ Ptuhhhhhhh. She’s fucking wet.”

The second Kyle’s spit landed on her throbbing clit, Kashira began to rattle the barn as she experienced a hands free, squirting orgasm.

“Dere U go,” Kyle opened his lips like a hippo and downed every drop. “Good fucking whore.”

Keeping his promise to make her lick his ass, Kyle instructed Lance to hold her head up so that he could face away from her and straddle her face.

“Yes, you filthy whore,” Kyle used one hand to jack his own dick, while he reached backwards with the other hand to slap and rub her pussy. “Lick that dirty asshole.”

Even though she was suspended upside down, her hands remained untied. So Kashira spread the white boys marshmallow ass and rammed her tongue so far up his ass that it looked like her head became crushed. She twirled circles… fluttered her tongue around the tip… hallowed her lips and sucked backwards. Hell, she even did this nasty trick where she gathered as much spit on her tongue as possible and acted like it was a filling agent, pushing it as far up his ass as she could reach. It wasn’t until Kyle felt her spit backlogging up his asshole that he turned around and plunged his wide dick up her upside down face, while French kissing her pussy at the same time. Donahue came from behind, tore her ass wide open and jammed his tongue up her clenching asshole, all this while Lance and Randy began to lick her all over her body, especially the inside of her legs. So aside from the sensation of being suffocated, Kashira was cumming and convulsing every ten to fifteen seconds as Lance and Randy ran their tongues up each respective leg.

“BDSM club or not,” Kashira lustfully gave the men a mental pat on the back, “this is my type of sex.”

The night concluded with a QUADRUPLE PENETRATION. Lance layed on his back while Kashira straddled her pussy over his dick.

“Yes, you fucking black bitch… awfuck. Unnnn.”

It felt like someone was zippering a skin tight, molten hot glove of butter over his dick. Before Lance could even begin to appreciate this, he felt Kyle poking his dick alongside his.

“Squeeze her ass for me,” Kyle huffed, as he spread his legs nearly ten feet apart, while double stuffing her pussy.

“Oh fuck yes,” Kashira moaned, as Lance leaned up to lick and bite her juicy titties. “Those white dicks feel so fucking good. Uggh, fuck. More… give me more.”

Kashira rolled her eyes and squirted over the two dicks like she was taking a piss, causing her pussy to clamp and make loud, dramatic squelching sounds.

“Oh fuck,” Lance gritted his teeth. “Damn dis sum good ass pussy.”

Randy maneuvered around those two and STUFFED her asshole froggystyle (with his hands curled around to pinch and twist her nipples.)

“Ahhhhhh,” Kashira tensed up, as THIRTEEN INCHES of grade A white boy invaded her ass.

“Shut the fuck up and take it,” Randy jammed his tongue inside of her ear, making her cum just from the sensation of his heavy breathing. “You were made for dis shit.”

“Here,” Randy fish hooked her mouth open, leaving one last empty hole. “Git in here boy.”

With that, Donahue lucked out and got her throat all to himself. Aside from standing there with his legs spread super wide, he didn’t have to do too much, as the wild pounding from the other three forced her to deepthroat him like it was her only chance of staying alive. Loud gurgles filled the room as Donahue began to thrust up as Randy pushed down on the back of her head.

Kashira wanted to tell the men that even though she had heard of online BDSM forums, she was NOT a part of them. But with her mouth filled to the brim with dick, all she could do was hyperventilate…clench her toenails to bite themselves and silently moan as she squirted again and again and again. Poor Lance. So much squirt ran between his asscrack and back that his skin began to get soggy. But the biker boys prided themselves on giving their customers the ride of their lives.

Too bad that Kashira was getting it for free. When the guys were to check their PayPal account, they would see that she was actually telling the truth. She was not a member of their online BDSM club.

She just happened to be in the right place at the right time…