Springbreakers & Gangbangers {darkest_fate&Google}

[darkest_fate]

The three girls had somehow managed to attract a lot of attention at the club. It probably had something to do with three hot teenagers sauntering in with bikinis and tight shorts on. They'd barely gotten through the door when Brit, the blonde de facto leader of the trio, had let out a whoop and thrust a hand into the air. Her glowing plastic bracelet had slung down her arm at almost the same time her perky breasts danced in the pink bikini top. Her blue eyes immediately sparkled as she led her troupe.

That had been a few minutes ago, or an hour? Or maybe a couple? Brit couldn't quite remember now that she'd downed a few of the free drinks that had come there way. They'd barely settled into their stools when drinks had started flowing. Brit had giggled at the first one, turning to wiggle fingers and blow kisses with her pink lips. Candy, one of Brit's closest and oldest friends, had rolled her eyes, but had also flashed a smile and let those dark eyes of hers dance. The more slender girl had some sort of mixed ancestry to compliment Brit's girl-next-door blonde. True, Candy had dyed her hair blonde, but it hadn't quite held as well as she'd liked, leaving some of the black roots showing. And unlike her friend, her breasts were a bit more on the smaller side. She still had slender curves though, was arguably the thinnest of the three.

Faith, the last member of their trio, had protested the drinks. She'd even leaned in and hissed to Brit and Candy that none of them were old enough to drink. Faith was definitely too young to drink, she'd insisted as she pulled at her turquoise top. The reserved Latin girl was indeed the youngest of the trio, and her baby face definitely hadn't helped when proving her to be twenty-one. That she happened to actually be seventeen seemed to be something she kept reminding her two eighteen year old friends. Brit had rolled her eyes and practically insisted that Faith take the drink. The religious girl had frowned and spent most of the night sipping the one.

At least Brit had led them out dancing. There had been this latest hit that they'd gotten their groove on to pretty early. That had been more wooing and whooping and just dancing together: three girls enjoying their spring break, their first as college coeds. There had been giggling after that, and more drinks for Brit. She was pretty sure that Candy had another one or two as well, but definitely not as many as Brit.

In fact, the blonde had enough that she had a brilliant plan: "C'mon Faith!" she said, grabbing the other girl's hand. "Let's put on a show!" She giggled as she led the taller Latina out onto the dance floor, clearing room and giving several patrons a wink (particularly any boys that happened to be staring). From there, Brit pulled Faith along so that they were dancing very closely. The blonde's hands fell to the brunette's hips, fingers moving her to the beat. her blue eyes bore into the taller brunette's.

"I'm---I'm not sure about this!" Faith yelled, leaning in slightly. She raised a hand, one that still had an "X" marked on it from an earlier bar. "It feels like everyone's staring!"

"That's the point!" Brit yelled. She whooped and began almost grinding against Faith now. Giggling, she let the music pick up, practically mounting her friend. Out of sheer impulse, she reached up to move back some of Faith's hair, and leaned down to give the brunette a kiss. Faith stiffened with shock, letting out a squeal and flailing her arms slightly. Brit didn't care: she just kept on kissing, putting a little pressure on and ending with a quick lip bite and a wink.

"See? Wasn't so bad, right? Tastes like cherries," she smacked her lips while Faith looked offended and nervous. The Latina looked around, frowning.

"I think there's--hey!" this last was said as a guy drew a little too close, with Faith swatting at him.

Brit just giggled, knowing that the show they'd put on had to have gotten some attention. If she was lucky, maybe they'd get just the right kind of attention. Hungry blue eyes swept over Faith's undulating body with those thoughts, already thinking about running her tongue over that flesh.

 

[DomG]

For Solomon Kane the apperence of the three young women in his club was something of a surprise, while he didn't technically own the place his gang always packed it full, the staff were mostly members and those who weren't a part of the gang went along with just about anything in order to avoid trouble. This was a place where drugs were dealt, crimes were planned in the back room, and there had even been a death or two down in the basement where someone from a rival gang had found themselves in more trouble then they would have thought. This was not the place that young white or hispanic girls tended to go into, it had a bit of a reputation as a dangerous place, a well earned reputation that even caused the local police to avoid it. The moment they had entered every single eye in the place had been on them, free drinks were poured for them, the entire club almost seeming to their collective breaths while they waited for the inevitable to happen.

Solomon watched along with the rest, in the back of the club there was something of a raised VIP area and he was lounging there, a very large couch supporting his weight and a few young women lounging with him, tattoos on their body proclaiming that they were owned by the gang and in particular the man who led them. No one who knew what the black spade just above the hips of the women, a large red S in the center, would dare touch these girls... so long as they held his interest there would be repercussions. Of course the two young women with him at that moment had begun to bore him and would soon be cast aside which meant that it was an amazing coincidence that such fresh playthings had walked right in his door.

With a wave of his arm he called over one of his lieutenants. “Have the girls brought to me, tell the boys to have some fun when they bring them over but keep in mind that I want them.” As his lieutenant looked down at the at his side, both of them clearly looking a little nervous. They had been broken by the large man who owned them and while they feared him they had been made to adore him, not wanting to be cast away. “These two are now open property for the gang, take the collars off them and share them out... they will make good banger bunnies.” Crude term for the women who were banged by the gang, looking for it or just pulled into it and learning to love it. From this point on they would be used and abused by the gang at large unless a particularly important or influential member claimed one or both for himself.

The girls were soon dragged away, the leather collars they were broken off without any ceremony or delicacy. Meanwhile the new targets of his interest were attracting more attention as they danced on the floor, one of the blonds kissing the Hispanic one that was clearly just a move to get some attention. That did get them the attention they desired as word spread among the gang that the boss wanted the girls and they could have a little bit of fun while they obeyed that order. Almost as one they began to close in, moving from the walls and the edges of the dance floor to draw in on the girls.

The first to get close to them was partially swatted away, a clumsy little swing that didn't come close but made him jump back to the amusement of the others around him as they continued to close in. The first one that was grabbed was Candy, a taller black man moving in behind her, wrapping his arms around her, one holding her arms to the side and the other reaching to grope her breasts, his hand large enough to easily envelop her perky breast while he lifted her from the ground. There was no effort made to cover her mouth, not caring if she screamed and the others heard. “Hold still...” the man grumbled as she struggled, carrying her towards the VIP area awkwardly, the men of the gang crowding around him as he did so, reaching out to grab and squeeze her smooth flesh.

The other two were snatched up moments later, two men grabbing Faith, one holding her arms and the other lifting her by the legs, pulling her crotch too him, grinding against her as she was lifted and carried. At nearly the exact same moment Brit was also snatched up, an arm around her to hold her arms down but the mans other hand was grabbing down between her legs, rubbing against her through her shorts, pressing against her, molesting the girl through the scant fabric as she too was dragged to the leader of the gang who desired them.

The girls were brought up as the previous holders of Solomon's attention were pulled away, one of them screaming a little bit, their clothing pulled at and torn as they were pulled deeper into crowds. But the trio was pushed up into the raised area, a few people crowding around them but few actually stepping up and approaching the boss as the girls were held in place before him, the molestations continuing all the while. “You girls look a little out of place here.” Solomon rumbled as he slowly rose to his feet, wearing only a very large white t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts that did little to hide the girthy length of his cock, bulging slightly towards the bottom of the right leg. “I trust that the three of you were enjoying the drinks, you looked like you were having fun.” He chuckled a little bit, thinking of the kiss that had been quite an enticing image.

Stepping towards them he smiled a little bit, his face twisting a little bit in the perverse expression while he eyes the girls, more and more flesh being shown as the molestation continued. “Don't get many young girls like you around here but we were happy to have you... the drinks weren't quite free though and you three have racked up a bit of a debt, any ideas on how you might pay me for the hospitality?” His meaning obvious as he leered at them.

 

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For her part, Candy had been nursing another drink and rolling her eyes at Brit's antics. It sometimes felt as if she spent roughly half her life rolling her eyes over her friend's antics, or covering for her, or doing who knows what. At least this time around they'd managed to score some free drinks, which was a plus. And maybe Brit would finally fuck Faith and they could get rid of that awkward sexual tension that kept plaguing them. Candy, meanwhile, was texting her boyfriend, letting him know what was going on and teasing about taking pictures or not.

So at first she just sort of waved off the guys that approached. As he grew more persistent, she gave him a smile and a "no thanks." When hands wrapped about her, she let out a squeal. "Hey!" she yelled, kicking feet and regretting that she'd followed Brit's lead to wear heels. "This is most definitely not cool! Put the hand! Hey!" she yelped as his hand grabbed at one of her bikini clad breasts. Her feet left the ground, flailing slightly. Then Candy felt one connect and turned to see another guy coming close. The guys all had this look to them too, and it seemed as if the other patrons of the bar were more focused on not getting noticed than anything else.

Things definitely weren't looking good. Candy struggled to get to her phone, hoping that she could maybe send out a message while they were more focused on getting her to the VIP area. And maybe it wouldn't be too bad? It was the VIP area after all. But wait! Faith and Brit, maybe...

But those two were having issues of their own. Faith squealed and folded as the man lifted her. Her actions were less "fighting" and more "attempting to protect her body." Limbs flailed and curled to try and get to her, and she whimpered as she felt a hand mauling against her shorts. "Put me dooooown!" Faith insisted, kicking her heels. "I don't--"

"Drop us, bastards!" hissed Brit, flailing. She actually fought back, punching and kicking as the man lifted her. Okay, yeah, she wanted attention and all, and the hands on her shorts did feel a little good, but the whole point had been to get Faith's attention, or maybe a hot guy's. Not these guys. Brit started punching and kicking, right up until she yelped, feeling a bit of her shorts tearing away.

All three nearly collided as they drew into the VIP lounge. Faith had started crying at some point, whimpering and puckering her lips. Candy kept looking around, eyes darting, taking in information. The slightly intoxicated Brit, however: "Uh, it's a club, we're club girls," she replied, rolling her eyes. "You look more out of place here than us," she gave him another glare. His next comment had her spitting. "Those drinks were bought because we're hot. And if you want a hot girl, you need to try actually working for one, instead of having your stupid fucking goons kidnap us, you fat piece of--"

"You're Kane," interrupted Candy, eyeing him. "I heard about you," from people on the Internet who said he was mostly a rumor, and they all agreed that you didn't fuck with him. Faith hiccuped again, while Candy looked at Kane, hoping to take control of the conversation before Brit said something worse: "What did you want us to do to pay you? We've got some money, and cards..." she trailed off at that, not quite wanting the notorious guy to know just how much. Brit's family was loaded after all, and Faith's were fairly well off. Hell, even Candy's weren't too bad, though the ransom would be devastating. She knew she should've talked Brit into going somewhere a little on the path.

 

[DomG]

It had been fun to watch the girls struggle as they were brought too him, only one of them really trying to fight and Solomon decided that he liked her the most out of all of them. That girl had some spirit and she would be a great deal of fun to play with in the near future. The crying Hispanic girl seemed half broken already, so easily frightened and things hadn't started yet, well she would learn before long that she shouldn't cry so easily. The last blonde had been trying to do something with her phone but Solomon was pleased to see someone snatching it from her.

Yea cops stayed away from the place but it wouldn't do to have some pretty white girls calling for help, that might actually get some attention. Raising a hand Solomon caught the phone as it was tossed to him, it looked small in his hands and he idly began to look through the texts on the screen, seeing the girl had been teasing some guy, flirting and hinting at pictures maybe being sent. He did see her name though, Candy... Now only two to learn.

At Brit insulted him he only smirked, hearing a few snickers from the men who knew just how much trouble she was in, knowing that their boss might be patient at that moment but he would punish her before too long. Hell calling him fat had gotten more then one person in the hospital, he might have quite a bit of bulk on him but beneath that was a great deal of muscle and strength...

Fortunately her friend interrupted her before things went to far on and Solomon smiled as Candy mentioned his last name... Clearly having an idea about who he was. "So you have an idea who I am." He rumbled, pleased by that simple fact. With a wave of his hand he signaled his boys and Candy was roughly pushed towards him, a meaty hand dropping onto her right shoulder to hold her in place as he continued to smile down at her, appreciating the closer look at her body. "So you should also know that I trade in more then money." Prostitution in the city, he ran it all, all the whores smuggled in, all the massage parlors, he got a piece of it all.

As he spoke the molestation of the other girls progressed, more men pressing around them, grinding against them, tops being pulled away, a hand pushing into Faiths shorts as the man grabbing Brits crotch began to kiss her neck.

"So you have a boyfriend..." Solomon mentioned as though in a normal conversation. "Seems like you enjoy teasing him, maybe it gets you hot..." A long pause, her phone tossed back to the couch. "Me, I'm not really into being teased, I like getting what I want. How about you and I make a little deal here Candy, you give me what I want and then you and your friends can go."

Of course he was lying, he didn't intend to let them go when he was done.

 

[darkest_fate]

At least the fat man was pleased with himself. Candy wasn't entirely certain whether or not that was a good or a bad thing, but she was at least willing to try and play on it for the time being. She could only hope that Brit remained at least somewhat under control: the inebriated blonde was already squirming and looking as if she wanted to start mouthing off again. At least Faith's blubbering was a good deal easier to deal with.

A push and Candy stumbled forward, only to stop cold as a hefty hand landed on her bared shoulder. The girl fought the urge to wince, instead looking up at Kane. She knew there was a thin line to walk here. Too much blubbering, like Faith, and bad things could happen. Too much fight, like Brit, and, well, bad things could happen. So Candy just forced herself to remain as cool as possible, looking up at the massive gang member, and trying to rack her brain about what she'd heard and looked up about him. His eyes raked her body, so it was pretty clear why they'd been pulled in here. Candy nodded as Kane spoke: "From the rumors and all, there's not much you don't trade in," which was precisely the sort of legend someone like Kane would establish about himself.

Behind her Candy could hear yelping. She didn't need to turn to figure out some of it. Brit twisted and hissed, swinging at the gang members and threatening to start clawing if they got too close. Her hands went down to intercept the hands going for her crotch, and her head twisted, ready to headbutt the incoming other guy. "You stop the fucking rape attempt sickos!" she yelled, even jerking to try and stop the one working over Faith.

The Latina had froze at the initial pull, feeling thick hands going into the tight space between fabric and body. "Please, stop," she said, her own hands going feebly, fists clenching and releasing as she struggled to fight against the onslaught in her own way.

All the while Candy faced the leader, knowing that he was the most dangerous one here. The mention of her teasing her boyfriend had her flushing slightly. But she shrugged: who didn't tease a guy these days? "You want me, right?" Candy guessed, flicking her eyes behind her. "Or one of us?" Or all three, likely with their panties around their ankles and their mouths filled with his cock or something. Candy's eyes fell between his legs, doing mental math. None of them were all that big, so maybe he didn't actually want... that?

 

[DomG]

The struggles of the two girls held in the clutches of the gang only drew laughter from the assembled members, knowing full well what was coming for them and each hoping for a chance to have some fun of their own with the girls. The boss might be a greedy man but he had been known to let his girls put their mouths and hands to use... And if you really pleased him you might be able to fuck one of them in the ass though he always kept the cunts for himself.

Whispers began around the girls, taunting them, promising them all sorts of filthy things. "You like that don't you?" The gang member sliding his hand down Faith's shorts whispered into her ear as he ground against her ass. "I bet you can't wait to have some black meat pushing up into your ass... You look like the kind of girl who would beg for a nice hard pounding." His words were punctuated by a thrust, pushing a hardened cock against her, only his jeans and her shorts separating them.

Brit on the other hand was getting some rougher treatment, as she fought her hands were grabbed and held still, the man that had been kissing her neck biting her shoulder roughly. "Pretty little white bitch needs to be taught her place." He growled, with others holding her arms he let go of her upper body to grab a fist full of her hair and keep her from hurting him, pulling her head back. "Maybe we should tie you down and run a train on you, the entire club cumming deep in your pretty white pussy."

Solomon on the other hand wasn't making threats or acting particularly crude, pleased that Candy knew something about him. "You or one of your friends." He lied again with a shrug. "Honestly I am going to fuck one of you anyway but I usually like a bitch who is going along with it, rape just isn't as much fun as having a girl climb up on me and bounce on my cock for a while." Reaching down his hand grabbed his crotch for a moment, shifting his hardening cock, wanting to make sure she saw it. "What do you think Candy, do you want to have some fun or would you rather try to get one of your friends to go along." Honestly he didn't care so long as they were willing to start, plenty of time for shame and pain later on down the road. He could never turn down pretty girls who were barely legal...

 

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Faith shook her head as she heard more lewd words whispered into her innocent ear. "Noooo," she insisted. the girl struggled to close her thighs together, to dance in place even as she felt something pushing against her tight rear. More words soon followed, making Faith's eyes go wide at their explicit content. She'd thought that certain songs Brit played had been too lewd, or that their dancing had been too risque. Now she had a black man talking about pounding her butt while sticking his penis against her.

"No, no, stop!" she insisted, hiccuping again and shaking her head. "I don't do things like this! I'm a good girl!" she whimpered again, trying to bring a hand down, hoping to bat away the massive thing that kept pushing against her. "I don't want any of this! Just let me go!" she insisted, whimpering once more, her trembling legs struggling to come together in the hopes to guard her precious virginity.

The "bad girl" meanwhile was getting manhandled by several. Brit hissed as she felt them jerking her and biting against her. A hand grabbed blonde hair, yanking her back. "Oh yeah? That the only way you can get girls you sick fucking pricks?" she snarled, glaring at them. "You know you're not going to get away with this shit, right? I'll end up laughing as you're behind bars getting fucked by Bubba," Brit nearly snarled, moving to try and headbutt or bite or something along those lines.

"Brit, calm down! You're not helping!" Candy insisted as she looked over her shoulder. She could still hear and feel Kane studying her, and again she had to wonder if it was better or worse that she'd drawn his attention. He insisted that he preferred it when they willingly mounted. Candy looked back to him, wondering just how many girls had spread their legs and attempted to get whatever he had there up inside them. Again her eyes fell, trying to do the math. he had to be bigger than her boyfriend, and sometimes it hurt when he tried to get himself inside her.

A whimper again distracted Candy and she rolled her eyes, "Faith, chill," she insisted, turning and taking a step toward her friend. "It's okay: they're just trying to scare us and--"

"I don't want--" Faith began, but Candy raised a finger to press against the quivering Latina's lips. She had a feeling that if they knew about Faith's sexual experience they'd have the pretty seventeen year old bent over to "train" her.

"What? You want a lap dance you fat fuck?" Brit snapped again before laughing. Candy nearly rolled her eyes, wondering where this violent version of her friend had even come from. Usually Brit was too busy giggling and flirting. Maybe if she'd been sober she'd even be doing that now. God knows that Candy wasn't great at it.

"So we just fuck you and we can go, right?" Candy asked, looking back to Kane. If that's what it took, then she could always mount up and then report him in later. It seemed like the best course to take, at least for now.

 

[DomG]

Faith mentioning a good girl was something of a mistake and she had yelled it loud enough that the DJ had heard her, it took a few moments to find the song that he wanted to play but it soon started to pump out of the speakers, this wasn't the sort of club that would regularly play Cobra Starship but the song Good Girls Go Bad just seemed perfect. It really got quite a reaction from the people who had heard Faith's outburst, laughter, mocking comments, and Solomon's attention was on her in an instand. In his mind good girl meant something different then what it did to most, the way she had said it and the way she was reacting the entire time made Solomon suspect that this girl was much more innocent then her friends. No longer was he really paying attention to Candy, instead he was devouring Faith with his eyes. Innocent girls were really so much fun, no bad habits or previously learned behavior to beat out of her, instead he could teach her just what he wanted, just how to please him, it was the best way to ensure a girl was properly devoted to him before he was done.

So focused was he on Faith that he barely paid any mind too Brit as another outburst happened, that girl was going to need to be taught a bit of a lesson and he would be more then happy to give the little bitch a very very public spanking. A little public humiliation along with the pain would probably go a long way towards teaching her what her place was.

“Faith and Brit.” He said with a smile on his face as he pointed at the girls in turn, now knowing their names that Candy had yelled at them. The girl who was trying to deal with him didn't know it but she had given him more information then she likely would have wanted too have done. “Those girls probably have some ID on them.” He spoke to the men surrounding them, still persistent in their molestations, a hand finally being pushed down Brit's shorts and the men around Faith had given up on being patient and were listing her feet off the ground, holding them steady, as they began to tug down her shorts, wanting to expose more of this good girl just for his own entertainment and her shame.

“Your friend Brit might have to learn a lesson or two if you don't get to work and make me very happy.” Solomon observed, turning his back to move back to the couch, dropping down and making himself comfortable as he spread his large arms across the back of the couch. “But yea you got it right, you ride my dick and get me off then I let you and your friends go, no harm no foul. If you don't want to though I could take a little bit of time with the good girl over there, they really are a lot of fun.” He looked to Faith again just to emphasis his point, seeing her shorts having been pulled down to her knees, fingers fumbling to pull at the knot of her top, trying to ensure she was completely bared to the man who would own her before long.

Slowly he peeled off his own shirt, revealing his body to the girls, covered in intricate tattoos, a close look revealing just what they were, sensual and explicit images bared to the eyes of an observer, across his upper chest in large bold letters were the words BITCH BREAKER with the spade symbol between the words. “Well come on Candy, are you going to get things going or will I need to have a little bit of Faith?”

 

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The names didn't bother Candy overmuch: it was entirely likely that Kane would've found them out sooner or later. He'd have found IDs or literally insisted on their giving names or something along those lines. Though his mention of the IDs nearly had her laughing: not a single ID the girls had on them was legal. Faith's would be the most ridiculous, since no one would believe for an instant that the cherubic looking girl was in her twenties. It wouldn't have surprised Candy to discover that Faith had another ID on her; it was something she would've done.

Both the girls behind yelped as hands started exploring. Brit pulled back, again hissing, but she did seem to have gotten a little of Candy's warning tossed back. Perhaps something in her alcohol-addled mind recalled that she generally enjoyed this sort of attention. Her shorts seemed to come off easier than Faith's, showing that the girl had, naturally, worn the bikini bottoms to match her top. The bright floral display complimented her pink and seemed to even match the shorts and girl.

Faith protested more, flailing her limbs for a moment. "Please, just let us go!" she insisted, looking back at the men, giving them her most doe-eyed look yet. She could feel her pants sliding regardless, soon bearing the relatively daring teal bikini she wore. Brit had insisted that she get it, and the thing had required Faith to trim her hair down there, which had been an awkward experience to say the least. Two strings dug into the sides of her flesh, each held in place by a relatively simple looking knot.

Candy's attention remained focused on Kane, however, as he spread. Ride his dick: big surprise there. The threat on Faith had Candy clenching her fists. She should've expected that: the Latina was making far too much fuss. When Kane looked, so did Candy, seeing the girl whimpering and struggling as more of her body started to go on display.

Candy looked back, seeing the bulky man there, getting ready. She took a deep breath, tossing her hair behind her head and taking a few tentative steps forward. "I think a little Candy will do," she said, forcing a smile that went against the twist in her stomach. she reached up to move back some more hair before dropping to her knees, hands going up to start getting his cock out. Might as well get it over with, though Candy doubted he'd be as quick as her boyfriend.

 

[DomG]

Kane's men weren't stupid, they knew their boss and they generally knew his mood. Though they were having some fun grabbing the girls, giggling on exposed strings to tease them and grinding against their bodies they also knew that to go to far with one of them would mean trouble. The way the boss had looked at them it was clear he wanted them and at the mention of ids they started checking the shorts. From Brit they found an ID that was passed over to one of the guys who occasionally worked the door, a practiced eye examining it for several moments before it was tossed aside. "Fake ID!" He announced, the crowd chuckling as two ID cards from Faith were passed over. This time it was easy to figure it out and the fake ID was tossed while the one with what seemed like her real age was held onto. "The cute one is seventeen boss!" The man yelled out, wanting to be sure Kane knew everything.

Of course Kane knew they were underage but he hadn't suspected that one wouldn't even be eighteen yet, smiling as he looked from Faith to Brit and thought about what he could do with them. At home, in his basement dungeon he had quite the collection of outfits. For faith he was thinking white latex, arms in a matching binder with a white collar and ball gag. Her collar would be chained to the one Brit wore, in a matching outfit of black instead of white. For Candy he was thinking red, a nice bold shade...

As Candy knelt before him Solomon smiled, attention back on her. "Don't worry girl..." He mocked her with a smirk, reaching down to run a hand that was nearly the size of her head through her hair. "I know it's going to frighten you but smaller girls have taken it... Though other guys might not be enough for you after this."

Shifting a little to raise his hips Solomon began to push down his shorts. He took his time of course, wanting to impress upon this girl just how large he was. Inch by inch his shirts slid down, revealing a thick bush of public I hair and then the base of his cock, the number 13 at the very base, and as each inch was revealed another number with a small line was shown to have been tattooed on. Though he was in no rush it didn't take long for the full length of his cock to be revealed, massive even for a man his size, standing upright and proud, his balls nearly the size of her fist hanging below.

"Well go right ahead Candy." He said with a small smirk on his face. "Get to work, the sooner I cum the sooner you all get to leave."

 

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Naturally Faith squealed as her ID got worked out of her pocket. The girl had carried the real one with her just in case they'd gotten picked up by the police or something along those lines (a very real possibility when hanging out with an intoxicated Brit). Seeing it in the grimy hands of the people who'd essentially kidnapped her just twisted Faith's stomach into tighter knots. There was a moment of hope, where just a bit flared up within her as the henchman yelled out her age. Maybe she'd be too young for them? She was certainly close to the age of some of their daughters, surely, if they had any. Faith couldn't stop that bit of hope from crossing into her face for a bit, only to melt away as she looked at Kane's grinning smile. With that look, you'd think that "Jailbait" was Kane's favorite thing in the world.

Faith and Brit then turned to Candy, both falling silent and, for a moment, still as they watched their friend, Faith, horrified, Brit, stunned and slightly angry. Candy had always been the arbitrator, the one in the middle, the one stopping those two from killing one another. And she'd been the one with a serious boyfriend, a nice guy that they all genuinely liked, and one who was probably half the size of Kane.

As the pants went down, it became clear that Candy's paramour was half the size of Kane in more than one way. The kneeling girl's eyes widened and widened as she saw the cock snaking its way upward. Each time a new inch of black flesh came into view, the girl was convinced they'd reach the end, that she'd see coarse curly hairs within moments. Instead, more cock came. Then more. And soon Candy's eyes were locked on a "thirteen" that didn't take much to comprehend.

"R--right," she managed, hearing the quaver in her own voice. How the hell did you deal with a cock this big? Candy sometimes had troubles with her boyfriend's cock, particularly when she tried to get it in her mouth. He'd always been pretty happy with just getting the head in, and Candy had learned how to work her tongue and lips so that usually more than pleased him. She'd even learned to sometimes drink cum, which seemed to get him right in the mood to return the favor or even treat her right.

So perhaps Kane would be the same way? She was a pretty girl much younger than he. So Candy leaned up, her lips still glistening from the lipstick and gloss she'd put on for the night's clubbing. A hand moved to brush her poorly dyed blonde hair out of her face, bits catching in her lips. She licked them clean, adding another shimmering layer as she lowered. She could smell him, the thick aroma of his masculine musk wafting up. It curled Candy's stomach, made her want to pull back, resist, run away. Her eyes flicked behind her, just hearing Faith's nearly silent sobbing.

Candy rolled her shoulders then. She brought up her hands, one going to start feeling around those hefty balls. The fingers spread along it, feeling their heft, feeling the skin sliding between the slender digits. Another began working at wrapping as much as possible around the base, though Candy had guessed her fingers wouldn't touch. A pink tongue slid from a teenage mouth, and Candy started sliding it along the head, wincing slightly. Her eyes moved up, looking at the expanse of Kane, watching, wanting a feeling for how to proceed, what to do to end this as quickly as possible.

 

[DomG]

If Candy thought this would be as simple as blowing some teenage guy that she was hooking up with then she was sorely mistaken. Solomon Kane was a man of vast experience, having learned much over the years and self control was one of them. Porn stars had been made to kiss his cock and worship his entire body with their tongues, things this little girl had never dreamed of got him off these days and if she thought a little bit of light liking and some sultry looks would get him to blow his load then she had another fucking thing coming. Soon enough this girl would learn what really got him going and in time she would come to enjoy just that... pleasure came with proper service of course.

As she looked up at him he met her eyes with a slight sneer on his face, a visible sign of just how little this was doing for him. Sure her tongue felt rather nice and the skin on her hands was rather soft, though her fingers didn't quite meet as they stretched to wrap around his impressive girth, but if she thought a little tongue and her hand would do the trick then she was fooling herself. Before long he intended to have her doing her best to ride his cock and maybe her other friends brought on in to help her do the trick. He was going to wreck her for any other guy, by the time he was done she would be a big black cock addict. “Look at this boys!” He called out, knowing most were already watching him, most were very interested in what is going on. “I think we have a BBC virgin in the house tonight and lucky for her she gets to take her first ride on the biggest blackest cock in the house.

Even when compared to her face the thing looked rather massive, the dirty blonde hair and white skin only serving to contrast just how black the skin was. Veins throbbed along the entire length, the head was starting to dribble just a hint of thick clear fluid that had gathered at the slit but because of her moving it a drop began to slowly slide down the swollen head and over the shaft, making its way slowly down towards her balls. Reaching down he gripped the back of her head and pulled her up closer to the head of the cock, wanting to feel her tongue there and wanting to see the look on her face when she tasted the precum.

“Like that taste don't you candy, maybe not as sweet as you but I am absolutely sure that you will get used to it.” Holding her in place he watched her tongue dance for a bit before looking up to her friends, seeing the emotions playing across their faces when they look at their friend on her knees before the embodiment of male virility and prowess. Eyes locked on Faith's, the good girl, the jail bait, smiling at her as if this were just a normal every day occurrence then a club where she and her friends were being held against their will and would only be able to leave once one of them finished getting off the monster of a man before them. “Like what you see don't you Faith?” He asked her, knowing the girl was terrified, wondering if this might be the first time she had ever seen a cock in person. “If Candy here doesn't start to work a little harder then I might need you to help her out.”

Motivation for the girl on her knees before him, ready for her to actually work a lot harder at getting him off. His eyes lingered on Faith for a little while before he looked over to Brit, noting that she looked very different from Faith, that the expression on her face wasn't even close to the same. “Or maybe you should help her out a little bit...” A thought occurred, like a light bulb clicking. “You might not even need to have your tongue join hers, why don't you go over there and give Faith another kiss.” A little show for his amusement, the idea alone enough to make his cock twitch and his head lean back a little bit.

“Hurry up Candy.” He grumbled, willing to be patient for a while longer but not forever. “You clearly don't know how to suck a cock and I don't have time to teach you so I want you to hurry up and ride my big black cock.”

 

[darkest_fate]

Damn it was hard to try and work this massive thing. Candy just didn't know where to angle her tongue or tilt her head, and judging by Kane's chuckling, she'd gotten him more amused than aroused. The words made her flinch, particularly the part about her being a "BBC virgin," not to mention getting to "ride the biggest blackest cock in the house." Candy had already started to shift her head to get a better angle on the pulsing meat-rod when she felt a hand drawing her upward. The stench threatened to make her gag, and Candy felt her tongue connecting with one of the thick droplets of fluid.

The taste of Kane filled Candy's mouth then. She swallowed quickly, once more fighting the urge to choke or gag or anything. The girl did need a few seconds to try and gather herself up before moving to try again, and Kane took advantage to tease her. She flinched again at the mention of taste, but moved her tongue to dance anyway. The muscle moved sinuously, snaking and teasing the thick cock. Some porn stars couldn't even manage what Candy could do with her tongue, and she was attempting to use her skill on the huge man now. The problem was that she had almost no passion in it: all technical and a desire for this to end, not a desire for the cock so near her mouth.

Faith, meanwhile, could only stare in horror at the thing her friend licked. Surely that had to be fake some how? Because nothing like that could be attached to a human. It certainly couldn't be a sexual organ. Because just thinking about that thing going inside any of her holes nearly caused Faith to collapse. Scared eyes met Kane's as the man bore into her, and she felt a whimper starting to escape. The threat made her moan, and it also made Candy shift and start attempting to get her lips around the cock's bulbous head.

Then came that next command, making Faith shake her head. "No! That's not--I'm not--" she glanced over at Brit, expecting the blonde to be as disgusted as Faith felt. Instead, she saw a pair of slit blue eyes rolling up her body. "B-B-Brit?" Faith stammered, her own eyes going wide. Brit looked nearly as predatory as Kane himself, though the blonde wasn't quite moving yet.

Perhaps she was waiting for Candy to take some position. The darker skinned fake-blonde adjusted her head, wrapping around some of the cock's tip. The comment had her pulling off slightly, frowning. "I know how to give a blowjob!" she insisted. She tossed her head, trying yet again to get her hair out of the way. One hand moved to brush it aside before she readjusted. Candy opened her mouth wide, then lowered. Lips parted around the head, and she felt her muscles already convulsing. Her body, her mind rejected the cock even as she forced herself downward. The thick thing stretched her out, and Candy could feel her teeth scraping against it. She tried to use that, rolling back skin and letting that sinuous tongue come out to play again. The muscle flicked and moved, teasing the slit, trying to coax the cum out. Hands dropped at the same time, one squeezing and churning the hefty ballsack while the other began pumping, using the saliva that started to drizzle down to lubricate the process.

Candy could only last a few seconds before pulling up, taking deep heaving breaths and again trying to move dyed blonde hair out of her face and lips. Bits kept catching where the spittle caught, annoying the girl to no end. She just needed to get this cock down, and she leaned forward, determined to get the head. That should be all she really needed, with her hands stimulating everything else, coaxing the seed up and into her wet, willing body.