BIDG DC

Starlet: Roxanne Sutton aka Roxy Rocket.

Co-Stars: The BIDG Krew.

Content Warning: Gangbang, Raceplay, Bimboification.

All involved are 18+


Roxy chuckled, it was like Hollywood when she started out all over again, only he was a far more attractive guy than the first casting director she had ever had to sleep with to get a part. More over they had approached her for the part, she should have been happy about it, but really she was wondering what guys they would have for her. She had really signed her ass away this time, not even working for the penguin had payed out this good, and when she ended up fucked over it was likely a whole lot of cocks doing it rather than a machine gun umbrella. "Nice place." she said sarcastically as she walked into the changing rooms, it looked like the kind of place someone changed out of their clothes to get fucked. She turned and sat on an available seat kicking her boots off first, and then standing up to undo her pants, "So which outfit am I going to be wearing?" she asked, seeing the closet of various costumes and attire someone might need for a porno movie.


Thugs, Jamal slipped on into the back, rounding up all the available muscle there was; the Krew. The same niggas BIDG fans world wide paid top dollar to watch destroy sluts. It didn't matter who they were, good or bad, noble or villainous. They all got fucked. Brutal, nasty gangfuckin'. The promise of hours of uncut, savage abuse was the BIDG way and knowingly or not Roxy had just agreed to be their next cash-in. Luckily they had the perfect set for her too, a mock prison cell. The back wall done up to look like grey, damp brick with a barred slit window up high. A murky red light leaking through. Iron bars at either side completed the look, along with a bench though it didn't look like it was up to much than dressing the scene. The gang waited for her there, and like any professional body they were all set 'n ready to go. Naked, greased up and sporting just what they needed to fuck Roxy up forever. Each of them stood there with a fat slab of n****r-dick in hand, black fuck-logs stood tall; throbbing with a real terminal degree of virility, hot musky stink almost tangible - a sharp assault on anyone's senses. Though it paled to the sheer sight of the Krew fourteen strong all waiting with literal weapons stuck out from their loins. Jamal hadn't lied, these niggas were a cut above the rest. Tall, broad 'n bulky and hung to make a fuckin' Elephant jealous.

"Get yo' ass out here, bitch!" One of them yelled out, knowing fine well she'd hear through the dismally thin walls.


Roxy had built herself a little costume from the bits and pieces she could get, she was a little amazed at the ripped up hero costumes she found but not surprised at them, she guessed some of those girls were freaks anyway. She slipped on the jacket last, a cute little slutty copy of hers, complete with the site logo on either shoulder and a big one on the back with the full name of the address. A pair of black fishnet stockings that ended at mid thigh on each leg and a pair of shiny black stiletto heels for each foot. She pulled a pair of BIDG.com panties on and applied some lipstick in the mirror, her traditional glossy red, so dark it almost looked black if not for the shine. She looked herself over in the mirror, she looked like a street walker, and it made her heart pound "Well you are getting paid to fuck girl." she said to herself, grabbing her flight helmet and goggles, pulling them on to complete her costume as Roxy Rocket the Whore.

She rolled her eyes and moved to the door quickly, "I'm coming, hold your horses, you'll get to enjoy yourselves soon... Enough." she said, slowing her speech as she saw what kind of guys she was in for. Goodness what have I gotten into she thought stepping forward onto the set. She saw the camera, and the crew but mostly she saw big black dick, more than a dozen all hard, slick and waiting to plunge into her, it made her heart thump in her chest, "Now that looks like my kind of thrill." she said to the group of me winking at one of the ones she locked eyes with. "So how do you want this shot, acting in a porno is usually over rated but I've actually got the chops if you want some drama." she said smirking, she expected to be mobbed by them any second, once the cameras were rolling, she tried to keep her confident nature until then.


Thugs, The look in their eye as soon as Roxy came out said more than any of their whoops, whistles and misogyny mired slurs could ever manage. She'd hit the nail on the head, a slutted up take on how she was known both by the Super-community and the public was just the very thing. The set was all ready, lighting and cameras from the front 'n over head kept it all well lit, a little coloured lighting added the right kinda mood for a grungy jailhouse gangbang. Stepping out from the pack to meet her wasn't Jamal, but another member of the Krew. Easily the biggest in terms of sheer bulk, he looked like he ate bodybuilders for breakfast. Skin dark as pitch, deep brown eyes full of some real righteous fury to fuck her in half. "Shut yo' mouth, woman. This ain't no fuckin' interview, an' this ain't no fuckin' 'porno'. Just us niggas showin' da world you a no good, nigga-lovin' slut. Get that straight." He veritably growled at her, inky black fingers grabbing her hair and with ease he swept her on into center stage. Perfectly in shot, framed by an entire gang of hedonistic fuck-machines, and they were all ogling her like she was prime meat for feasting on. If only to be an overly aggressive brute, the Thug tugged her head back so she leaned into his chest, head tilted back some with hair pulled tight to the roots. "See that?" He pointed towards an auto prompt. "Read, ho." It read:



Roxy smiled, she loved the reaction, at heart she was an attention whore more than anything else, criminal, movie star, those took a back seat to how much she'd do for the right attention. It made her flush as the big black guy stepped out of the mob, she wasn't sure how she had missed this slab of African ebony standing among his peers but she had. Or at least had at first, now he had all of her attention as he dragged her to her mark by her hair, it hurt and she struggled to keep on her feet at first, the heels clacking loudly off the floor as she got her balance in the middle of them all. Between them she could practically smell their dicks, they reeked of manhood, sweat and body odor, it made her a little dizzy and far more horny than she wanted to admit.

When he yanked her back against him she could feel his slicked up cock pressing into her hip and up onto her back, jesus he was huge compared to almost everyone she'd been with, tonight would of course flip that balance most likely. As she focused on the prompter she grinned wide, "I'm Roxy Rocket, and I'm a N****r Dick loving slut." she said pushing her ass back against his cock, "I live to serve my big black masters, and you know BIDG owns my Snowbunny bitch ass." she said wriggling her hips from side to side as she looked at all the big black guys she could see around her, then directly into the camera, "Rape me all night boys!" she said raising her arms up to open her body to what ever they wanted to do with her.


Thugs, Their murmur of nasty snipes and chuckles only boomed to a louder, more bawdy cacophony when she followed her lines as instructed. Her prior worries about being mobbed came true almost immediately, literal dozens of hands swarmed her body. Back and front, up and down her sides. Throat gripped, squeezing to be cruel. Tits tugged, squeezed 'n batted about only for the sick amusement of her attacker. Belly clapped, ass 'n hips thrashed by hands and dicks alike. A sudden outrage of hard, fleshy reports as they Krew settled into making it very very clear they did in fact own her, and they were by all accounts gonna rape her til they were finished. Mouth hooked at one side, face snagged around- only to be smacked back square by a follow up bitch-smack across her cheek. They laughed at her, the simmering level of animosity 'n lust boiled over in seconds into a frenzy of fourteen huge, dark-skinned beasts getting their fill of physically assaulting the curvy redhead. Jeery laughs, and deep nasty sniggers were all she got now - if they talked, it was to each other. Right now, Roxy did not warrant any kind of humanisation.

"Aw nigga, dis bitch don't know what we gon' do!" One cackled. "Who gives a fuck? She finna learn whats up real fuckin' soon!" More talked, but in all the abuse and their volume it all just blended into a miasma of bitch-hatin' street talk. Had she fucked up? Well, duh.

The big imposin' piece of Nigga brushed hands away from her body, clothing not dishevelled; stockings ripped and her goggles displaced badly. He grabbed her helmet, and just threw it away. As he had plains to grab up all those bright auburn locks into his fist, and bend her on over at the middle - plans he put in affect with absolutely no courthouse at all. All rough grabs 'n yanks. KRAK! A full force spank snapped out across her backside, all his strength and weight came with it. It was no playful move. BIDG panties snagged by fat fingers, yanked to one side to pluck the slutty g-string out from her ass and... right there, mere minutes after strutting on stage all cocky and confidence, Roxy the Rocket got an obscenely big angry black cock banging hard between her cheeks. Merciless thumps just drove it home, inches by inches. The big Thug snorting like some bestial terror, staring at the back of her head with real furious intensity. THOK! THOK! THOK! THOK!


Roxy had time to let the rest of her breath out and then take a deep breath and hold it before she was attacked. She had never been raped before but she figured this would be as close as she could get without getting fucked in the streets by actual rapists. She grunted as she was yanked off balance, her heels clicking as she was pulled to one side by her tits, her head twisted the other way by a pair of fingers her teeth pulling her cheek out. She let out a confused open mouth groan as she was battered by the group. There was something deep inside her that let her know when she was in danger, the real kind of danger that could end her, her sixth sense, it should have worked to keep her safe but in reality that was what she lived for, feeling that intense rush of fear and adrenaline as she realized this could be it. Her head snapped back from the slap, a deep groan of pain and then she smiled, shaking her hair out of her face, she was pretty sure even Batman wasn't this rough when fighting her.

She wondered which one of the big black bulls would take her first, which one would claim her fresh pussy before everyone else lined up to destroy her. She wasn't surprised when the big one that confronted her before loomed up behind her, grabbing her helmet and pulling it off her, letting her hair spill down into her face until he gathered it in his fist and forced her forward, bending her down. She screamed a little as he spanked her, getting a good feel for a pain she hadn't known since her daddy had put her over his knee, a few tears welling up in her eyes as the pain ebbed away slowly. Her ass was still hot when he pulled the panties to the side and shoved his fat cock forward between her cheeks, she had a second to brace herself before his head hit her ass and plowed forward. They were a good crew of guys, he had her face lined up perfectly with the camera so as his cock speared into her, the lewd cross eyed expression she had, and how she rocked onto the toes of her shoes, the heels wobbling off the ground with every hard thrust in, "Oh fuck that's a big dick!" she grunted, her ass burning as he pounded himself home.


Thugs, THWOMP! THWOMP! THWOMP! THWOMP! THWOMP! The big, towering BIDG nigga just laid down some pipe. Slow but heavy, swinging in mean with every ounce of power he could muster up- which was plenty, judging by the size of him. Dark skin pulled tight over clenching muscle, abs taut 'n rippled as they came down to beat his lean crotch up flush against those chunky asscheeks. Jamal's spank outside and even the less flirty attention it received had nothing on the raw, pancaking claps being smashed out as the Krew n****r just drilled his dick to the fuckin' hilt. Stabbing himself down to the root, making her damn well feel every bit of his pride crush it's way up that tight asshole. Growling out as he did so, sharp gaze boring a hole in the back of her head; hair balled up tight, gripped like her lease and she just a mangy bitch in needing of discipline. THWOMP! THWOMP! THWOMP! THWOMP! THWOMP!

The sordid abuse went on, and on. The camera ideally placed to catch it all, every moment of pain and regret that glimpsed across her face. Not to mention the shame laden pleasure bubbling underneath the surface, as she'd known fine well what she was getting in for. BIDG.com was notorious, and naive or not it was clearly a porn producer she'd let fondle and feel her up with glee. She'd asked for this, and now fourteen big dicked negro-hunks were all geared up to collapse any hopes of making it out of this ordeal unchanged. Slap slap slap! Another of the Krew came up beside her suspended face, patting her cheek with rapid claps asif trying to resuscitate her. "The fuck you think this is? Bitch, you ain't a one n****r lovin' kinda ho. You workin' the whole Krew." He sneered, standing side on to her. Freely able to swish around his stiff bludgeon of black cock, batting it about her face just to pile on even more sinful shame. Hooking a thumb into her mouth however, and like it or not her jaw was shoved down open painfully wide-- and crammed into with no ceremony, just ample inches of a too-big nigga-dick driving on inside, bulging out her opposing cheek almost dangerously. "Das right, gurl! Get busy with them hands while you work on my boy here. We puttin' yo' ass to the fuckin' test, this ain't no time for slackin'. WORK bitch!" A third hissed at her, easily within hands reach.


Roxy didn't even hurt from his cock yet, it was just too big to her, she wasn't the most experienced with anal but she wasn't a purist either, he was just opening her ass up in ways she had never experienced before. It was hard to tell if she was loving it or not, her face was a mix of pain and shock, shock that she was getting fucked so hard in the ass and shock that she had agreed to put herself in this situation. She was so focused on her ass she forgot about the thirteen other guys standing around waiting for their turns, she couldn't ignore them once one started pushing his cock into her face. God his dick stank, she pulled back at first, but a hard thrust up her ass sent her face first against it, the head grinding up across one eye, nearly knocking her goggles off and blinding her with the thick purple head. It was all so hard to follow she didn't even know who's cock it was even as he forced himself into her mouth she could only glance upwards with her eyes, getting a glimpse of him before her attention shifted to the other man demanding some love from her.

Roxy wouldn't be called a slouch in any situation, she had been stunned before but she hadn't expected her ass to be the first hole to go to someone, now she had adjusted, at least to what the situation was, her ass was still trembling around the giant intrusion. She bobbed her head to the side a little, pushing her cheek out more for the camera, always pushing the edge for the pictures, meanwhile her hands reached out groping for the two closest guys, or the two that wanted their dicks touched the most. She found the one closest to her, gripping his cock mid way and pulling him in closer, stroking up and down over it, glad they had done the job of oiling up for her it made this a little easier on her, his thick ebony dick hard to pump one handed but she did her best, stroking him as her other hand blindly searched for a fourth guy to please, amazed at how fast she was being filled up. Four guys down, only ten more to go for the first round, but as thick and hard as their cocks were she expected two or even three of her holes to be violated by each and every one of them before her video was done.


Thugs, Even with four on her at once, the rest all leaned in close - always fighting one and other to watch; grinning wide, bright and terrible. Waiting their turn, as it were. But even in that, there was please to be had. Slapping dick up off her belly 'n tits, against her hips. They all sniggered away, muttering to one and other things no one ought to ever think, all the disgusting vile abuse he'd put her through. Just how far they'd make their latest Porno-Bunny slut fall, likely so damn deep she'd never crawl back out. With a little luck, anyway! Baited in by the promise of a quick, easy buck - it was just sex, and then ravaged with no respect. That's how BIDG did it. One big nigga storming his way up her ass, not giving a fuck for how her body trembled under his might. Asshole puckering in panic, brutalised so damn hard it didn't know what was happening; wrenched wide open, stretched out too but still clutching tight about the fat slab of darkie-dick blitzing her back end into something else entirely. Her ass? Na, just another fuckhole for them to use. Two hands on her head, firmly pressing her down deeper still. Black cock she dutifully sucked on down took a mile for the inch it was given, forcibly plunging its way down her gullet. The man himself? Grinning at the camera, shoving her face down his fat, engorged n****r-dick like it was just the done thing- her purpose, not phased at all by how she might struggle with chokes 'n gags. Two more stood by, oiled up dicks tugged off as for now the dumb slut they'd bagged still had her senses about her. BATBATBATBATBAT! Glurk! Glurk! Glurk! And so it went, the first round of countless. Things were already looking decidedly violent.

How many of the Krew stepped up and crammed themselves up her asshole? Choked her out? Berated her? Slapped dick off her body, her face? After the first hour, who could keep track. The vile porno-niggas did their business, fucking Roxy solid. Making it damn clear to her, and their adoring audience this wasn't gonna be some lame shit, but another banger of a feature film. KLOKKLOKKLOKKLOKKLOKKLOK! Barely anything of Roxy was visible, nothing but the fleeting glimpse of her ass between two sets of strong, hyper aggressive black brute hips. Soundly sandwiched between two of the Krew, laying out face up on one while the other squatted over. Her thighs coiled about his middle, high heels dangling precariously from her toes. From above, the crouched over nigga fired his crotch down like a jackhammer; a blur of downward stabs, pounding her pussy out. Thumping her down to get impaled up that ass, driven to take the big black oaf below her to the very base with no relief.

"Who's just a n****r-lovin' slut, huh? Who baby? You?" The Krew nigga on top of her growled out. "Yea... why don't ya forget that Villain shit, an' just suck on black dick instead? You know we fuck you right, gurl." The one below managed through a dark laugh. Ripped panties lay on the floor of the 'Cell' beside them, her stockings were clawed and raked all up and down. She'd looked slutty when she first stepped in set, now she just looked like a cheap, run down whore. "Ain't dis like what you want?"


Roxy was an absolute mess, she was moaning and grunting like an animal as she was fucked by animals, they took her like a beast takes its mate, over and over, not an ounce of protection in sight. She had already swallowed one guys load, or was it two, she could still taste his cum on her tongue and feel it oozing down her throat. Her body was starting to drip with it also, her ass was leaking from every thrust, each guy in turn so far had taken her ass, and blown his load directly inside of her. She had never been so stuffed in so many ways before in her life it was incredible, her legs wobbled in the air as she was fucked, one heel hanging off a single toe the other still on but pointed directly towards the sky above. She was in heaven, or possibly hell, she had lost track of everything, time was a blur, she had no idea how long she had been on set, or if they were even recording her still. She just knew that she was taking dick, as much as she had ever taken and then some, it was beginning to feel like too much for her, but she couldn't tell them she was too drunk on their cocks to care.

Everything about her had changed to a more extreme degree, where before her lipstick had been smeared a little from the rough way they toyed with her mouth. Now she had it spread across both cheeks from sucking dick back and forth across her lips, her eyeliner running in dark streams from all the deepthroating she had tried to do on their big cocks. Her hair had been wadded up in so many tight hands it was frizzy, damp with sweat and looked like she had just spent a year in bed. She reached up curling her arms around the man above her crying out "Oh fuck me, yes me I'm the Nigga Loving slut and I love your big fucking dick baby!" she didn't even know his name, but she was letting him and another stranger plow both her lower holes. She didn't even care about the camera anymore, she wanted them to fuck her until she couldn't speak anymore, she wanted to have all her holes filled, and then have them filled again by different black guys.


Thugs, The two Krew niggas shared a glance, grinning ear to ear. As while Roxy was almost entirely obscured by black skinned muscle 'n brawn, her croaky voice rang out clear as can be. Roxy Rocket, B-List Villain reduced down to a wanton slut so depraved to make professional porn actress' feel almost bad for her. THOKTHOKTHOKTHOKTHOKTHOK! The insanely wreckless double fuck railed on, clapping out a rapid fire smack 'n slap of three bodies violently bounding about off each other. One fat, black dick yawning her cunt out wide; forcing it to fit about the obscene size of one nigga-dick as another kept that ass good 'n stretched. Well broken in, but still hella' fine to blow out even more. The pair pinched her between them, knocking dangerously hard on her nethers as mounting pressure to nut came up on them. THOKTHOKTHOKTHOKTHOK- THWOP! A final blow, the two Krew niggas slammed in hard and in tandem snarled out their climax. Through grit teeth, with wide nostrils flared and a deep satisfaction of hate fucking the semi-famous Villain into a fucked up mess they let loose. Creaming cunt and ass all over again, both holes wet and sloppy. Fresh jizz and old jizz, streaks clinging to her thighs and butt cheeks. Fat vein webbed black cocks throbbed, lurching deep inside of her. Shot after shot of thick nut blown off, til both of them were spent... for the time being.

The run time was ticking well into several hours, all the Krew slick with sweat. Panting hard, but a long ways of being done. Jamal, being the one in charge, called for a pause. He'd had calls from fans and peers a like to try something a little different with his usual pick of the litter. BIDG weren't in the habit of taking breaks, but this one was justified. The cameras went on stand by for the time being, and a very cock drunk fucked out Roxy got a moment to catch her breath. It wasn't all fun and games, as while the recording equipment was off they made some changes...

Jamal's hips smacked up off that big butt he'd dug his fingers into earlier that day, an ass that he just knew would look great on set. Batted around by a strong black crotch or fourteen. Those round, bouncy cheeks of Roxy's wobbled in time to the smooth delivery he issued, as by now... that was wasn't putting up much of a fight, so worked over as it was. The flick picked up right then, with Jamal himself kneeling behind Roxy. Their new found Starlet sat straddled over another big dicked Krew n****r, all the while getting her throat sounded out by a third. A fourth and fifth crowded at her either side, leering down at her while she tugged off their sloppy fucklogs - hard, swollen flesh seemingly without limits. Insatiable, as the rumours told. Base, one track minded brutes; as shown by their continuous sexual abuse on her body. But, it wasn't the multitude of brawny Blacks shoving away at her fuckholes; cunt, arse and throat being thoroughly gouged out by whoever the lucky nigga was getting his share. It was the outfit they'd forced her into, though she'd likely been too whoozy from the intense fuck-train done to her to know what was going on. Fish nets and black high heels replaced with bright, baby pink counter parts. Complete with frills, bows and BIDG branding patterned all up and down her legs, running about the thigh band too. A sinfully short micro-skirt fluttered about her middle, little more than a belt of pleated fabric, once again the most cringy shade of pink and smeared with their iconography. Matching string bikini top, choker and arm length gloves completed her new get-up. Game for a porno was one thing, but having her very character undermined too? Jamal was taking a real stab at her- and not just hard into her backtwat, too. Face cleaned up, Barbie worthy make up applied and a big, puffy blonde wig tugged down about her natural head of hair.

SLAP! Jamal swatted her ass, not hard or mean but more... smug, like he knew he could do much worse if he wanted too. Palm batting down off the curve of her ass, right over a _temporary tattoo of a BIDG styled Queen of Spades design. "This bitch gon' fuck for hours, nigga. An' just think... she didn't sign no contract, we ain't payin' her SHIT! Ahahahaha!" He cackled out, echoed by the rest of the Krew all gathered about close. It wasn't enough for them to borderline rape her on camera, subject her to vile slurs and abusive fucking. No, no. They wanted to utterly demolish Roxy Rocket!


Roxy wobbled somewhere between coherent and oblivious, her mind rocked by so much pleasure and intense feeling she couldn't process it all. Some of what she had experienced slipped past with a blur and some of it was clear as a bell to her, like it was still happening, but every moment forced more away and replaced it with something twice as lewd. She would do pretty much anything to risk her life, so getting to feel that same sick thrill in a relatively safe place was a nice experience, it allowed her to let herself go. She had really done that in one day too, former starlet, former action hero, former villain, now little more than a slut to be reamed out by big black men. Men who otherwise wouldn't have appeared on her radar unless she hadn't taken that one business card, now they were pumping her holes full of their cocks. She cried out feeling their dicks twitching inside of her, ready for the next load, "Yes yes YES!" she cried, arching her back as they filled her, the fresh hot cum shooting deep into her, forcing more out of both holes. She had a permanent grin plastered over her face, even as they stopped the shoot to reset for a moment.

The short break was more of a whirlwind for her, she had been dragged up, forced back into one of the dressing rooms and put through a costume change like no other. She cleaned herself up, a near impossible task, but she managed with a little holly wood know how. She looked almost cleaned up if not for how disheveled everything else about her was, but lucky for the shoot they had enough costume magic to work a miracle. By the time they had her back on set she looked like a new woman, aside from her brilliant green eyes, beautiful body, and well fucked open holes. Jamal would find her ass had recovered enough to feel tight but no where near enough to be how it was when she walked in, but with a little work she was open to any thrust he could give her. She was full in a way she never imagined, she couldn't have fucked more guys if she tried, it would have taken them double teaming her in her holes to get more in. She had dreams like this in her younger days, doing wild crazy things like this instead of risking her life, she wondered if stunt woman had been the right choice in life for her as she gagged herself on ebony cock.

Roxy might not have been like their usual choices, she was a risk taker, she would do just about anything if dared in the right way, so having her image tarnished wasn't to worrying for her. She had already been drummed out of holly wood and the stunt woman business and had a terrible reputation from that, add on top criminal and she had very little way to go down before she had no image left. She did find the wig cheesy though, her hair was better than it by a long shot, it looked fake, but so did she, all the pink, all that excessive makeup, it made her feel like the bimbo she was playing. No longer Roxy Rocket, more like Roxie the Cockslut with her frills and lace, the gloves getting soaked as she stroked the two big black dicks harder, the bit of rest giving her enough energy to bounce back onto their hard fuck poles.


Thugs, Dark, greasy fingers gripped tight at the back of her neck. Urging her down more so, as it didn't matter to the Krew if this was round 1 or round 31 they never stopped demanding more. Deeper, harder, do it faster. Never once would they let her get comfy, always railing away at the limit of what she could take- maybe beyond! Her sloppy gags about one fat Thug-dick didn't detter the offender from driving it in with sharp, cruel strikes. Jabbing every inch of that thick, fleshy fucklog into her gullet. Hammering hard at her face, sweaty nuts beating a mean tempo of her chin while black crotch swung in dangerously close to collision. The surly culprit hissed through his teeth, bright white gritted hard; jaw flexing with strain. Biting back the hot need to nut, churning up that slutty gullet was just what he'd needed after one too many handjobs from the newly minted porno-slut. Face twisting up tight, looking more furious than at the very peak of his pleasure-- "Aaaaaahfuck!" The Krew nigga growled out, trailing off into a low guttural gurgle as he hosed down her throat with a fresh dose of thick n****r baby-batter. Stooping over her face, weight 'n power leaning on in to try and crunch his cock down further into her already worn out mouth. THUD--! Only shuddering with a content groan as the moment passed, leaving her with a whole lot more spunk to swallow down. Stepping away to leave her face free for whoever the fuck was next. Jamal leaned in over her back some, hunkering down to get a better angle - Roxy pressed down flat between him and the big dicked goon laid out on his back. Already solid pounding being dished out doubled down- WUP! WUP! WUP! WUP! WUPWUPWUPWUPWUP! "We both know you gonna come back for more, baby girl. Dis ain't the end of nothin', just the beginin' of your new life at BIDG. You dumb fuckin' slut." He muttered down into her ear, way too low for anything to pick it up. But he definitely wanted her to know he had plans, mostly to exploit and use her for unmitigated profits for himself, and his company. She might get something, sometime. WUPWUPWUPWUPWUPWUPWUPWUPWUPWUP!

The stupidly drawn out, long and exhausting porno drew to it's end well into hour six or more. It was hard to fully satisfy so many 'talented' stunt-dick niggas, but they didn't need another instance of having to call 911 cuz they fucked out a ho for too damn long. It was awkward enough the first time! The Krew all got together, standing in a tightly packed semi-circle with dicks in hand- FAPFAPFAPFAPFAP! Surrounding Roxy, or was it Roxxxie now? To be determined! Dressed up in such a way she'd have no way of passing it off as just a 'thing she did', she was by all accounts permitting these sleazy black porn producers to utter gut her sense of self-worth. Agency and persona robbed, swapped for what they wanted her to be, and she bounced 'n choked on dicks all the same. Now they all stood around her pressed down into a low knee, well spanked 'n dicked down ass perched on her heels. Head tilted back, if only to be ready for what was brewing up to a messy finale to the whole affair. "You ready for this, bitch?" "Nigga- she wuz ready when she come in!" "You damn right! This ho wantin' to get fucked up, for real." and more bounced around the assembled cast of tall, muscle-strapped Black studs. All working themselves off, dicks angled down; heavy, swollen crowns but inches from her waiting face and then-- SPLURT! The first of countless ropes of hot, pearly white cock-snot shot across her face, lacing her right over her nose. Covering one eye in it's heavy, gooey muck. Another lanced right across her forehead, more caught her chin and dribbled down the front of her throat. The trashy wig matted down, cheeks plastered and open mouth dumped full of sticky seed. Standing about her the BIDG Krew jerked off, and came on Roxy Rocket like she was just another disposable porno slut. Just some chick they tricked into doing a shoot, and fucked so cock-drunk she didn't have a clue just how badly they were taking advantage of her. In a few hot minutes, Roxy went from sweaty and messy to drenched in chunky, gluey n****r-jizz.

Starlet: Tara Markov aka Terra.

Co-Stars: The BIDG Krew.

Content Warning: Gangbang, Raceplay, DubCon.

All involved are 18+


Thugs, Jamal Kendall was an absolute beast of a man; tall, broad and mired in dense muscle. To say he was a lil' intimidating was an understatement, but softening the big brutish Thug look he had going on was a genuinely handsome face. Clean, sculpted features and a bright easy smile that disarmed all but the most guarded of personas. Dressed in comfy casual wear, always something easily put on and off given his profession. A baggy, sleeveless hoodie with BIDG branded in Red, on light grey fabric. Loose, breezy basketball style shorts reached about his knees. The moment he stepped on into the BIDG Studios reception area, the room feel quiet. As along with Terra a few other Heroines and Villains sat around, most of them C or D listers. Definitely people in need of a 'boost' in publicity. In his hand he held a clipboard, the other a pen which traced down over the bundle of papers attached to it. "Hm..." Clearly he was debating who to bring on board next, more than a few of Terra's supposed rivals changed their posture; thrusting out bust or hips. Trying to catch his eye. "No shit- Terra?" He looked up, bright dark brown eyes scanned the room till they fell on the blonde Teen Titan. "Damn, I figured that was some punk tryna play me. C'mon back girl, let's see what we can do with ya." One large hand gestured for her to come up and follow. Why was she here? That was likely on everyone's mind. Terra was hardly a woman with a fading rep', but everyone had their reasons. Jamal and the Krew would soon find out just why the rock steady Titan was wanting to sign up with BIDG.com ! "Let's go, baby." He rumbled, gesture growing insistent.


Terra kept questioning why she was even here to begin with. The ad was shady enough, the reputation even worse and when she looked online...Thank goodness she had the screen facing all to herself on that phone. A red faced yelp, a quick turning off and she went on with her day. The images were hard to forget, though. Some innocent poking around and it turned out none of her friends knew what she was talking about...or at least they claimed not to. She shouldn't be here. But at the same time it was...bad. It was...exciting. Something different. And when her name was called over some of the...less subtle heroines? A blink of the eyes, a quick stand up and a conscious note to not seem so eager. This was just for fun. She wouldn't actually go through with it, after all. Sign no papers, make no deal. "Nope. I'm the real deal." Of course, any blonde could have put on a T-shirt and shorts, but the face was proof. Heavy boots thudded as she half jogged under the urge to move, padding right up and ready to keep pace with the big man. She wasn't some naive blondie, though that was something she had to keep reminding herself of.


Thugs, Jamal just snorted with a smirk as she came bounding over, leading Terra through the heavy double-doors that seperated the clinical but comfy reception foyer. Beyond was a long corridor, various doors lead off to either side. Set 1, Set 2 ... Changing Rooms ... Manager's Office. All standard stuff for a medium sized enterprise. The big man had a certain ease about him; clearly confidence, very much at peace with who he was. Without as much as a moment's hesitation he placed a big heavy hand down onto Terra's shoulder. Keeping her firmly at his side as they walked further away from the only Entrance and Exit of BIDG Studios. "Colour me surprised, we ain't had someone of yo' clout come on by for a hot minute. Startin' to think you Heroine chicks losin' ya bottle for the hard shit." Finishing with a deep, baritone chuckle. Eventually they came up to a door labelled as Set 6, the red light above it currently off as the crew within were waiting for the final ingredient before they started filming; the bitch. Swinging the door open, revealing a spacious room with a high ceiling - a rig of rafters and grids supported lighting, cameras and sound booms. More pricey but professional equipment circled about the set, which was done up to look like some exaggerated caricature of a seedy back alley. Fake brick wall done up to look damp and dirty, covered in graffiti and wear 'n tear. A handful of technicians and support staff milled around, double checking everything while... some dozen or more of the Krew loitered on set. The very same dark-skinned, mean looking niggas she'd very briefly witnessed doing all manner of sexual savagery to some poor woman. Brawn, bad attitude and judging by how their own loose shorts bulged they were each hung with something worthy of Lethal Weapon classification.

"Need anything before we get started, baby?" Jamal asked, calm and casual. Paperwork? Contracts? They'd figure that out post-shoot, conveniently when she was likely to be less than Cognis Mentis!


Terra for not wanting to play the part of a dumb blonde, she was sure looking like one. Her head on a swivel, looking back and forth after the initial flinch of a big hand on her slender shoulders. It was...part of it, she surmised. Best not o get offended at a friendly gesture, right? "Pft, please. I'm not afraid of a damn thing. I'm not some stuck up cape, either." It also kept her curious nature in check, unable to stop and look into things that caught her eye. What did, however, was when she found herself in a suddenly large room and--The wall. Well, that explains it. She'd often wondered how scenes got shot outdoors and yet no one got caught. Dumb though--The second thing her female eyes just couldn't help but take not of? Those bulges. One after the other, no attempt to hide them, no attempt at subtlety. Jut a hint of crimson hit her cheeks as she intentionally made note of faces afterward. Angry faces, not surprisingly. "...Alot of people." Again, she hadn't put any thought in to camera operators or such.

That head whipped again, turning it with a sail of her hair to look up to Jamal. "Started..? No...names or...those interview things or..?" For not being afraid of anything, she suddenly looked rather nervous.


Thugs, Jamal delivered that winning smile with redoubled gleam. He could smile glaciers with that technique, how could anyone so ineffably charming be anything other than good at heart? "Na? Aight then, girl. Let's get you on set, introduce you to the boys huh?" Arm about her shoulders pinched some, hand gripping her opposing upper arm. Leading Terra through the mass array of recording equipment, marching with the kind of momentum one would have to really try to halt. He was big, and when needed he definitely didn't shy from using his brute strength. Not that he was outright forcing her forward, but a very real sense of steering. Swerving about a camera set up to capture the Alley Set from a steep diagonal angle- almost like it were looking down it from the street itself, Jamal brought her right into the middle of all her.... Co-Stars. "Ayo, sup Jay?" One of the waiting Krew called out, his voice deep and gruff - biting with thinly veiled rage. A collared attack dog just waiting to be given the command. "My nigga-! Yo, when did you get back from Atlanta, nigga?" The pair fell into a natural bit of chatter, clearly friends. But as they talked Jamal's stern grip about her body was swapped for a multitude of other hands, drawing Terra away from the BIDG Boss and in to the centre of the half-naked, on-hard crowd of Porno-Niggas. Bitch taming, Heroine breaking Niggas. Big, black hands gripped about her wrists; her upper arms. More clutched tight onto those skinny hips, beefy arms looped about her back or across the dip of her belly. One pinched her chin between his thumb and forefinger, turning Terra to look one of the cameras dead on. All the while Jamal and whoever the other thug was continued their chit-chat-- did she mean so little? Or was this all part of their dehumanising ploy? "It's go time, bitch. Keep yo' eyes on that camera, and introduce yo' bad self. Tell all us niggas who tha' fuck you is, and why you about to get gangfucked raw by the BIDG Krew. Huh? Let's go!" He growled out, mean and very threatening.

Wasn't this exactly what she'd seen on her phone? Damn right it was!


Terra her boots thudded lightly in what was obviously a clumsy pace. "I guess, yeah." Still, it was set by Jamal himself who had seemed rather nonchalant about the whole thing. Even with some...hesitation, she was still walked along, even leaning back at the chin as if pressing her weight behind would help. It obviously didn't, because she found herself suddenly listening to...Nonsense. Maybe it was a sigh of relief that made those shoulders move. This is where they'd talk, dirty remarks and so on. Escalation wasn't so much scary. It certainly didn't warrant her burying the building. But then it was suddenly different. Different hands. A spin. A different place - but not really. Different smells, different voices and faces. "..Jamal.." She said it like it was a safety net. Hands on her arms, wrists, holding her. Held but not pinned. Embraced with rough hands on her bare stomach but not caught. Even a grip of her chin, normally formal, it turned almost lewd as she was made to look at a camera's lens. Was that a flinch? She could easily escape, if she had to. Easily go on the offensive. Instead, she only mumbled "I'...I'm Terr-and gang? Raw?!" She..was surprised that it wasn't just one? That she didn't have her pick? So much for naivety.


Thugs, Jamal had seemingly forgotten about her, or at least he wasn't coming to her rescue. Out of sight the BIDG Boss nigga peeled off the loose hoodie, tossing it away to a waiting set of hands off-set. Seconds after that, he was just another nigga in the posse crowding about Terra. Fingers sunk into her hair, balling up a handful of bright blonde locks to take a solid hold of her head. Tugging back, wrangling Terra just to let her know how serious he was. "Fuck is this!? Yo! This gurl got a stutter...? Tch, you best up yo' game hoe. We don't fuck wit' no simple ass bitches!" He growled out from somewhere behind her, one of the many leering Krew clustering up close. Hands roaming around, swarming up her front and over her back. Gripping, squeezing; mauling at her sleek Teen curves like they damn well owned the lot. "Ahahaha! Imagine volunteerin' yo' ass for a Gangbang an' you don't got the grit to get it done!" Loud voice barked out, a mean heckling laugh echoed afterwards. SMACK! SMACKSMACKSMACK! Fingers squeezing about her face let go, only to recoil and clap open palm strikes off the side of her face. As if to knock her out of the panicked stupor she'd fallen into. "Last chance babygirl. What's yo' name, and why ya' gonna get that ass fucked up by us niggas?" SMACKSMACKSMACK! "Don't be shy now!" They all sniggered, laughed and muttered under their breath. Terra was by all intentions in a bad spot, surrounded by hungry if not a little sadistic dark-skinned brutes. Each of them resolved to gangfuck her over, and over, and over. Why? Money, nigga.


Terra tried to ignore them for herpart, even lifting on to her tiptoes with another shout of 'Jamal..!" It faded in to a hiss, though, her view suddenly turned yet again as her hair was yanked to leave behind a burning tingle. Was that a flash of yellow light in her eyes? It'd have to be seen in the edited footage, but maybe it didn't even matter. Hands were wandering up her slender figure, over the curves of a feminine body, under her held arms, back to her bare stomach. "I didn't--UhnAhUhOW!" The smacks certainly quieted her down after a yelp, a narrowed eyed glare shooting from under some of that now disheveled hair. "I'm Terr--ah!fuh!TERRA! I'm Terra!" She practically snarled it after another volley of blows to an already reddened check, though she hardly looked shaken. "I'm here because...Just because. I...wanted to see what it was all about..!" What could she say? She wanted attention in the dirtiest way? That she wanted to flirt and then head on home with a new fantasy? Too late for any of that, now.


Thugs, Usually their 'starlets' had some prepped line, undermined and made strained by the abusive fondle 'n grapple clusterfuck being subjected onto them but... She was just here out of curiosity? The Krew erupted into laughter. Money? Na. Fame? Nope! A desperate attempt to claw back some kind of career doing something? Nu huh! Lil' Teen Titan Terra came by their studio, and now stood in their joint clutches cuz she just wanted to see what went on for herself-- how fuckin' naive can one blonde girl be!? No doubt it was not encouraging to hear some fourteen tatt'd up, muscle-bound black Thug niggas howl out in laughter, and she was the joke. Terra's cropped long-sleeve top promptly found itself crumpled up high about her collar, the bright bold T all but hidden in folds. Several hands snatched at the fabric, yanking it with rough tugs. Bunching it up tight, exposing all of her trim tummy and those shapely young tits. No bra? No problem! Just for the camera the Krew pawed over the blossoming Heroine's chest; taut 'n curvy titties cradled in rough skinned hands, dark fingers spreading out to clutch on them tight, or forcefully tweak her nipples. Still laughing, still all grinning like a pack of beasts circling their latest catch. Snug 'shorts' she wore looked like no more than a pair of panties. Riding high on her thighs, only just covering her ass up fully. The buttons and zipper hurried snatched at. Bust and broken as several of the gang all tried to strip her out of them at once. Yanked down her skinny thighs till they feel ruined and useless about her feet. RIIIIIIIIIIP! Blue panties below lasted all of a few seconds, easily grabbed and torn away from her hips.

"Aight girl... Keep lookin' at that camera, an' give yo' folks 'n friends a wave Goodbye. Ahahahaha!"


Terra almost shrank back as excitement turned to horror and embarrassment for the blonde. _{"It's not funny..."} mumbled it like a bullied victim, brows furrowing and even starting to take a step backward. True, she came out of lewd curiosity. Out of dirty intrigue. But she didn't come here to be mocked by a crowd. Of course, that embarrassment also took another quick turn. "Hey!" came the wide eyed objection as her shirt was suddenly, if not clumsily yanked upward. Technique or not, the goal was accomplished. Swells of ivory tit bounced their dance of relief, the pink nubs capping swells of skin. Another series of hungry yanks, even bending her at the hip until that shirt was yanked up over her head and lost in the crowd of men. Ivory skin was shadowed with dark hands, pink nubs pinched and tugged solid behind jerks and yelps. Who did what, she lost track of already. Spinning did nothing, as hungry hands lay in every direction. One of those sets grabbed at her shorts, pulling, tugging her hips first to an awkward step. "I can do that--!" But she didn't. Ripped until they fell around her ankles, the panties were torn off completely, leaving her there with just her shorts puddled around her boots. Her hands fumbled. Lifting once to cover her chest, then moving to cover that bald patch of skin between her legs, then switching again. She'd never done this before and the camera and Krew could pick that up easily. Now her hand lifted, idly waving as that pretty face suddenly looked unsure, but once again it was too late. She was getting what she wanted.


Thugs, They had everything they needed for now, after the shoot Terra would be bullied in signing a number of legal documents to prevent her from any kind of recourse or action. But as of now they had her on video being utterly compliant, maybe a little nervous but hey- who didn't get shaky when on camera!? Their leery glee only seemed to intensify the more she bought into their vile machinations, feeding the beast as it were. One of the Krew jostled himself up behind her, grabbing at her hips to heft them up some, forcing Terra to balance on the balls of her feet and only just. "You dumb fuckin' bitch..." The man snarled out and- it was Jamal, his voice was one of many but easily identified. Boss Man took the rights of the first go. Sweaty, aggressive grip slipped down and around to dig his fingers into her thighs. Big arms curled around her, palm 'n digits locked tight to the inside of her slender legs. With a hard yank, he spread them wide open and brought that ass up another notch. "Should'a never of come here. Me 'n the Krew? We gonna fuckin' wreck yo' ass, hoe." He snarled out further. And then-- it made itself known, the first of many angry black cocks; bloated out, swollen stiff and steaming hot. More than ready to rearrange Terra into nothing more than another nigga-lovin' trick in their stable. TAP TAP TAP! The bulky crown drummed up on her cunt. THWOMP! The huge brute surged forward, taut brawn below smooth black skin rippled with power. That tight Titan pussy got owned right from the get go, breached with mean savagery. Forced to yawn wide and hug about his heavy mass of vein riddled nigga-dick. THWOMP! THWOMP! Following up with slow, punitive pushes to bury it way too deep for her to handle so soon. All the while another nigga, one of the many from the Krew, scooped her sunny blonde hair up. Balling it right into a dense knot, tugging on those roots without a single fuck given. Head brought down, leveling out the comparatively dwarfish Heroine's back flat between him and Jamal. Fingers invading her mouth, just to hook into her jaw and spread it to the limit- FLOMPH! Right here on set, being recorded and watched... Terra got herself violently spitted by two fat dicked nigga studs.


Terra pushed and grabbed, held and faced. It was all a blur of adrenaline and...not quite fear. Slender hips were grabbed, lifted just enough to throw her balance onto the balls of her feet, moreso when her head turned after a familiar voice behind her. "Jamal..?!" Surprised by both the tone and aggressiveness, there was one of many more surprises rising to greet her. A flinch, a grunt, even a yelp as she was positioned in a V-shape, lowering in height while her ass and pink slit were raised up appropriately. "But you--" Oh. The video's. This wasn't an act, this is how it was. All of the male reactions and actions themselves had been genuine. All of the--Her eyes went black, even her grunts quieting as something thick..warm..blunt tapped against her pussy. Knocking, waiting for an invitation but then growing impatient. "GAH! Hnnnnf..!" She babbled some nonsense, her eyes wide, mouth open and even her knees buckling as a seemingly endless length of cock pushed into a cunt that was as tight as her slender body promised. O-Ringed around dark girth, it showed the sheen of slick lust which only made it easier to go deeper. Deeper still. Her movements were stiff, bending at the hip and desperately grabbing onto something to hold herself up - someone's hips, appropriately enough. Being kind enough to hook their fingers into her mouth, she was only further supported. The grip on her hair took their place though, and then...Ivory caught between ebony, those groans turned into low hums of "Mm...MM!" as she was assaulted with a new, thick flavor. An eyeful of black snake, the scent of a man, the taste rubbing onto her tongue as a black dick slipped between soft lips.


Thugs, Didn't it look just fuckin' great? Small, slender Terra bent over and caught between two hulkish niggas. The stark contrast went well beyond skin tone, and it all culminated into the first of many reckless if not outright hateful fucks nailed down onto her. It wasn't an act, it was all real. These niggas really harboured ill will and rank contempt for the bitches they fucked, all that energy was true destructive force being smashed out with realness behind it. Standing just behind the lithe lil' blonde, fanning out to the sides too the rest of the Krew waited. Smug sneery grins on their faces, still scrunched up with a dire kind of sexual fury; all of which they'd unload onto the skinny bitch who'd stupidly let herself be walked on set. THOKTHOKTHOKTHOKTHOKTHOKTHOK! Jamal laid that fuckin' pipe. Dick buried deep, gouging its way in further than any tiny dicked Hero boy she'd been with. Sounding the real depths of that Teen pussy, wrenching the lips out to their limit. Heavy, sweaty sack flicking forward to pat wet 'n nasty off her once flat, now badly distended stomach. The shape of his meaty nigga-dick burrowing around plainly seen. No such thing as warming her up, the brawny black Bull just pounded out that puss. Grunting 'n snorting, lips curled back and teeth bared. Eyes glaring down at the back of her head all the while. Yea, it was that angry mean-fuck she'd blushed over when doing her research. Acting, hah! Hand in her hair shifted to cup the back of Terra's head, so large the broad palm easily cradled the rear of her skull with ease. Fingers pinching down tight, locking her face into place. The big nigga stood up in her front took things a whole no degrees easier on her, the taste and feel of that musky darkie dick just a tantalising tease as- GLOPGLOPGLOPGLOPGLOPGLOP! He set to work punching himself right down her throat, hot mouth 'n wet tongue over written as bulky black cock thundered on by to force-fuck her gullet with real cruelty.

"Yea nigga! Rape dat bitch!" "Oooooo-weeeee! She ain't gonna leave the same woman after we done- Aahahaha!" The Krew around about her yelled out, whistled and whooped. Still insistent on berating her even as she was made into a fucksleeve for two Thugs. Could it get any worse? Hell yea it was gonna.


Terra wasn't acting. The puff of her cheeks, the tremble of her knees. The constant flexing of her arms as she relied on...who was he in front of her, anyway? She was getting to know his cock intimately. The long veins, the blunt head, the distinct flavor. But she didn't even know who it belonged to. That cock and his hips were the only thing keeping her from falling over, though. Being knocked over, more like. Another thought hit her brain, though. They weren't acting. They knew her, but not vice versa. What if her team, if she was responsible for putting a few of them behind bars? A few of their friends? It was going to get worse. That bobbing, frenzied movement of her head was somewhat mirrored just behind. The sheen on black length was obvious, but the way it violently pushed into a ring of pink was really eye catching. Deeper. Deeper. Seemingly endless until that heavy sack swung up to taunt the girl, leaving behind an equally wet splatter on her stomach as a shadowed length moved within.


Thugs, The idle boorish jeers from the Krew were about all that remained the same, as Jamal and whoeverthefuck spitted Terra without as much as an ask, the mood on set only heated up more so. While the Boss man kept himself hammered flush up that snug teen cunny, the brazen black oaf cramming dick down her throat swapped out. This nigga, that nigga. Wet, spit slopped dicks smacked about her face. As one plunged down dangerously deep, forever threatening to snub her air to the point of making her black out- but always just heaving away right at the very edge. The rest slapped themselves around, smearing the foamy gunk and dribble liberally drooled down over them by none other than the bitch they abused. BOKBOKBOKBOKBOKBOK! THORPTHORPTHORPTHORPTHORPTHORP! They fucked her over, and over. In their videos the Krew were relentless, and that shit was edited. The raw experience? Gruelling! A warped hell of obscene pleasure, pain and more than just a little shame. Plenty for a young, impressionable mind to completely dissolve under.

"Yo! You got a close up on dis face, nigga?" Snarled out of the dark-skinned porno-studs. They loved tugging on her hair, it just looked so damn good on video. Straddling over her body; fat black anaconda-dick glistened with a stale layer of her spit, angling down to probe right between those pert cheeks. Buns gripped by the other Krew nigga laid out below Terra, already stuffed up to his fuckin' root in that twat - so nicely reshaped 'n worked over by Jamal. Thick, rough fingers clutched at her buttcheeks tight, sinking into the taut flesh. Spreading them open, clawed up into the niggas greedy grip! Pressing her crotch down flush against his own, her skinny thighs now boasting bright red marks from where Jamal had commanded 'em, settled in close against his bulky middle. "Nigga you good! Bust dat ass open!" He snapped out. Hair yanked back, forcing her body to bend into the harsh pull. Second hand coiled about her throat, clenching tight just to make her fearful. Hips reared back, muscle tensed up visibly. Readying to strike-- THUNK! The vile Black cretin rammed himself down on into her asshole, easily hard enough to make the bitch shriek. Fat dick lodged in hellishly deep, firm butt delving pressure came up behind that hateful act of penetration "Hrrrrrrrr--! Nigga! This nasty fuckin' slut tight!" He hissed out close by her ear. THUP THUP THUP THUP THUP! Hips knocked down hard, only ramping up in short order to a horrid THUPTHUPTHUPTHUPTHUPTHUPTHUPTHUP!


Terra would have found it interesting, had she the proper mindset. No sooner was one ebony cock pulled from her mouth, then she was either turned toward or another was pushed to take it's place. One was more aggressive, the next not, then it repeated itself. Yet, even ones that slipped into her mouth with the slick easiness of having been there before, each tasted distinct. Shew knew which was a repeat, which was first. Yet, the slaps to her face, making her grunt in a totally different way than before, they were impossible to discern. That pretty face shined with spatters on her cheeks. It was abuse in it's rawest form. Lewd blows, hurried penetration, even verbally bragging like it didn't even matter that she heard. This is what she saw on the web, this is what she flirted with, this is what she wanted. Golden hair a messy tangle of silk, the sting had long since blurred into nonexistence, the feeling of numb guidance or simple leashing replacing pain. Was it all a distraction, though? Keeping her eyes and mouth busy, Jamal pounding into her so she moaned as his sheer size and length danced the border of pain and ecstasy? Once again, it was something she'd wonder about later, because for now...Had she the ability to whip that head around, she would have. Instead, she only gave a muffled cry into some black mans cock as something poked between spread open ass cheeks. Something cold with wet saliva...Her head jerked up as Jamal bottomed out, almost seeing stars as that pussy twitched and clenched around the length inside of her...but then it all came rushing back. A push, a parting of an even shier ring. Her hair yanked, throat claimed. Then, they got their desired reaction. Her eyes half rolled up, a low, desperate, guttural groan singing out the time it took that length to bury itself in her asshole. Both of them. Inside of her. Bucked up into one, impaled down on to the other, working as a lewd team...No wonder her voice made only senseless babbles.


Thugs, Terra's stifled bliss agony made for some good close-up material. Eyes rolling back, cute face went a little more pale as sheer pain wracked it's way up her spine. Lips too busy chugging down a fat black dick to do much more than just gurgle out a groan. Utterly futile, all her strength and potency rendered moot by these niggas. It only escalated their already sickeningly pleased grins more so, bright and sharp. Laughing at her like they had been, but only more malicious and nasty. GUNKGUNKGUNKGUNKGUNKGUNK! They'd all taken their share of her darling lil' face, one that had known some real anguish in it's life. All those wrinkles and creases being doubled down on as her gullet got stabbed on into like a nigga was out to end her. Sweaty musk heavy crotch forever pushing up close to her nose, big nuts batting off her chin with a sharp but repetitive staccato beat. All of that was secondary though, the real show was Jamal slugging his dick between them cheeks. THOKATHOKATHOKATHOKATHOKATHOKATHOKATHOKA! The violent ghetto monster flat out obliterated that asshole with a rapid torrent of dick. Sawing it's way to and fro through the clenched ring of her anus, pummeling those guts beyond. Hair clutched, throat grabbed. He didn't even give a fuck about feeling the other nigga stirring up her airway, Jamal just went straight savage on her. "Gon' turn you out, bitch. You ain't never goin' back to no Super life- This is you, you a fuckin' hoe for fat fuckin' n****r dick." He growled out, far too steely and sincere for it to be anything close to acting! How could she of ever thought they 'show' was all faked? Truly Terra had come here as the epitome of a dumb, clueless Blonde. She was just so much so, she didn't know it! THOKATHOKATHOKATHOKATHOKATHOKATHOKATHOKA! Nothing stopped more of them from crowding in about her face, barking at her to put her hands to use. It wasn't like she was already obscenely overwhelmed, she had to do more. Give them more. Whore out more! Always more!

The shoot kicked off with Jamal popping that pussy wide the fuck open, while the Krew took turns making her gag 'n choke down dick. But that was short compared to the drawn out session they settled on into. Bent over doggy like she was, flipped over onto her back or however else. Greasy nigga-dick shoved up hard, repeatedly and relentlessly drilling her holes out into blown out, irrecoverable messes. Tits slapped, ass spanked; all looking a sharp shade of pinkish-red. Face fucked down, cheeks crushed and her hair used like it were a leash. Time ticked by, and BIDG captured enough sordid nasty fuckin' to make a serious debut for the Teen Titan cumdump! That's for real! "This ain't over!" Jamal snapped out, her sweaty and stained hair coiled about his closed fit. So tightly that bunched up fingers pressed firm to the top of her head. Hauling her head up, forcing Terra to sit upright from her slouched and understandable exhausted slump. "We ain't even close to finished with you get... Wake the fuck up!" Punctuating it with a sharp, harsh smack across her face. KRAK! "See that? You gon' read what it say, nice 'n loud... Don't make me tell you twice, "Terra"!" Her name intoned with a heavy dose of genuine disgust. Pointing at an auto-prompter which had sat blank all this time until now. Even porno has some lines!


Terra would undoubtedly be the inspiration for the next curious girl who wanted to feel wanted, to not 'make love' and just plain fuck and get fucked. The fantasy of multiple males focusing only on her - she was living it, indeed. They laughed at her, abused her, choked her, gagged her. Yet, she moaned. They ordered her to stop being lazy, so she reached out with her hands. Slick from their time in her mouth, it made for easy, wet handjobs...until the rotation began again. Her head turned when she new who was next. Balls were licked and lifted and dropped by her tongue, her grunts and groans were cut off and choked when they felt it was funny. But still it continued. A blur of black men and words and cock and taste and scents. That ring of asshole had given up it's shy clench, the wet prick sliding inside freely with little more than natural grip to slow it down. Made to choke on another mans cock while Jamal claimed her throat, she didn't even really hear their words, the insults. It was lost in the blur of time.
Rolled on to her back, her mouth open, accepting any who offered to fill it while her tits bounced and swayed, reddening with each crack of palm or clench of fingers. No wonder girls described being fucked silly in the aftermath, because she definitely felt it. All at once though, it seemed to stop. Snapped back to reality, she was yanked up by that once golden and feminine hair, the yellow mess now clenched in Jamal's hand. Even on her knee's, she swayed and wobbled like she was ready to fall to the side. "I'm..I'm awa-" the crack turned her head, but only for a moment before she was guided back. Blue eyes lifted, focusing on the words and swallowing slowly. "I'm...I'm ah...I'm Terra and I'm a...I'm a n****r-dick loving slut. I live to serve my black ma-masters." Another wobble, another steadying despite the hand in her hair. "Bee---BID...Gee. They own my dumb-blonde snowbunny. Bitch ass. They can fuh...fuck me any time...they want.." Another swallow, her eyes moving to the side, up to Jamal as if seeking approval.


Thugs, The look on Jamal's face surmised the real intention behind this shoot. That look. Smug and satisfied, a man who'd just conquered another of his enemies. Her stuttered out, stammery words came out thick with spit and the sluggish haze they'd fucked her into. Still, clear and crisp or slurring like she was drunk it was all just as good. A deep rumble thrummed out from the towering tall Blackman, the same hand that slapped her just moments ago returned to rub more affectionately. Like one would a pet to reward good behaviour. "That's right, baby." Not bitch, hoe or slut now. But baby. "You came in here sayin' you just curious, thought I wouldn't see what you is, huh? Just anotha' Snowbunny Super." The hubris in his voice was dizzying, but who could fault him as he stood triumphant over Terra? She could of fought them off, she could of levelled the studio and be done with it all. Instead she'd succumb, or maybe just indulged? To the point she'd complete collapsed. Back into her sore, overly worked mouth Jamal shoved his dick. Prodding into that sloppy mess of a fuckhole side-on, intentionally bulging out her cheek from the inside. Hips stirred, no need for a brutal face-rape any more. Steering her head back 'n forth, working her in time for a slow but very showy grind around her gob. All her power, all her strength... there she was having just uttered something truly horrific, servicing the man who'd orchestrated it all. Frrrrrp! Fup! Fup! With a flick of chin, the Krew gathered themselves up behind Terra once more. Mirroring how they'd loomed about her at the start, only now... everything was very different. Before and After shots, anyone? "Aight, girl. Time you finished us off." Jamal grumbled out, twisting her about by his hold in her hair. Putting her back to the camera, and facing towards her abusers. "Make it good now."


Terra didn't flinch, but her eyes did dart to that hand as it came up...and gently touched her as it's stamp of approval. A few blinks of those blurred eyes, looking from the camera, back to Jamal, back and forth yet again. Her nose red, her chin red, cheeks flushed, chest, torso and even her legs showing signs of abuse. Some could plainly see the imprint of a hand, others just the red streaks of fingers or spots of impact. Yet the studio stud, no one was laid or or bleeding or buried alive. No, they were all simply off to the side, save for Jamal, who turned her head to look up at him like an adoring woman should. It barely took a prod before her mouth opened with a hollow grunt and her cheek was pushed out to the side for the camera to see. That black cock that'd anally raped her now rested in that pretty mouth. Moments after, it was ringed by the lips he'd ignored until now, bobbing back and forth according to his wishes, that black prick emerged with a revitalized sheen before being fed back in to her mouth. He must have moved his hands or nodded his head, but she didn't see it. She only saw one, then another as they lined while she danced on her knees to stay head on to Jamal. The camera got to see that slender figure, her flawless back and her hands raise up to grab...She didn't know who's dicks they were, but she held two, starting a jacking of the shafts as commanded.


Thugs, Jamal watched on as the unquestioning Terra got to work, full absolved to her duties as just another BIDG Snowbunny. The chances of her getting away, and distancing herself from these thugs to make a recovery was slim. They would without a doubt have her sign herself into a watertight contract, binding her down to more shoots. To making changes about herself, taking on their branding as part of her uniform. Simple curiosity, or a dire mistake. All perspective, really! Two by two the Krew got their finish. Sweaty tired hands jerking them off, without too much further instruction she did so with their heavy pre-nut drooling tips aimed right at her face. Grunts, huffs 'n snorts all around. The line up of hard worked niggas. Took took a lot of work, some less; the outcome was the same. Nigga-dick angled right at her defeated face, all streaked make-up and tear stained. They dumped lot gluey load, after load, after load onto her. Thick gunge clung to her skin, hot as it landed and quickly cooling off, congealing into a mixed mess of musk drenched goop. All of it coming to a close with Jamal, her conqueror growling out a deep grunt. Blasting his own lot square down her gullet, hosing salty rich seed straight into her belly. "Nnnnngfuck-! We gon' make so much cash off'a you, baby. So, so much. Shit...! Someone toss this bitch in a shower, and kick her ass out the back once she cleaned up. We fuckin' done for now."


Terra saw why the girls at the end weren't offended, why most had sequels and more importantly, why she herself stayed. A swallow, a lick of her lips and she waited patiently while 3 were nursed, the rest working themselves until...the first rope of sperm to hit her face pulled her attention away from Jamal's cock, turning to face the volley as it landed across her features. It surprised her with a little grunt, but the wads afterward...it felt good. She felt...sexy. Dirty. That's why she moaned as the bleachy fluid landed on her. Some more heavy, some more volume, some thinner, some watery. It all felt hot, all tickled as it bunched and moved and cooled. Some more viscous jigged with even the slightest movement. Some landed in her hair, or her hair landed in it. With her hands free, they roamed over her chest, smearing the spunk across her skin to leave an almost oil-massaged sheen behind. One at a time, they delivered and then backed down. Jamal, he got a special claim. Mouth open, tongue flat, little was left to waste as it disappeared into her mouth, the flexing throat muscles and clap of her mouth proving the salty/sour cum was swallowed down. She almost smiled with the lewd compliment, but sooner rather than later, she found herself stumbling into a back alley, bunched up, torn clothes in hand and a curse in her words.

Starlet: Rachel Roth aka Raven.

Co-Stars: The BIDG Krew.

Content Warning: Gangbang, Raceplay, Body Writing.

All involved are 18+


Raven throws open the studio door and storms inside with all the wrath and fury of both a teenage girl and a half-demon. The pale heroine stomps through the studio, completely bypassing the reception to step straight into the back and drop herself down on the infamous black couch. She sits back crosses her arms over her chest and lifts one leg crossing it over the other. "Okay, I'm here." She announces firmly, eyes furrowed closed. "Let's get this thing over with." She raises her chin and huffs.

Thugs, Jamal just... blinked. Did he know she was coming? Yea, Raven had at least called ahead, and requested a last minute shoot but he hadn't expected her to arrive so suddenly. He was only just getting the camera set up, focusing it on the couch when- plop! A Raven dropped into view. "Ayo!" The tall, notorious Porn producer rumbled. Jamal Kendall, something of a cursed name in Super-Circles. He'd somehow managed to con or convince a myriad of Heroines into doing something hellishly seedy on the same leather seat she sat on; the BIDG Casting Couch. "Aight, let's get into this." Happy with the set up, it would have to do on the short notice he'd been given. Jamal came about to sit alongside Raven on the couch, quite brazen and comfortable in draping an arm across the back of her shoulder shoulders. His big, brawny self only accentuated against the Teen Titan sorceress. "Sup BIDG Gang! We got a real special guest today." He was talking to the camera, deep sultry voice brimming with the right kind of energy. "None other than Raven- in the fuckin' flesh, go ahead girl. Why don't you introduce yo'self, tell the good folks back home why you out slummin' it with us today?"

Raven can feel the essence of this place coating the walls. The countless wails of moaning women have filled the air with psychic ecstasy, and just the thought of what she's there to do puts a pink blush on her pale face. "Hmrph." She huffs through her nose and holds her head up trying to hide her face in the shadow of her hood. "A-ahem." She clears her throat as she prepares to speak. "Ahm, Yo?" She's extremely-not 'street' and attempting to work off Jamal's energy just, doesn't go well. "Ahem. I mean. Hello; I'm Raven Roth of the Teen Titans. Daughter of the galactic demon Trigon the Terrible, and I'm here because Beast Boy is an complete moron!" Even as incensed as she is, she doesn't swear. "Two Months. He's been asking me out every day for Two Months. It was almost sweet at first, but I told him no and he just won't get the hint. Hrmph." She huffs again and looks right into the camera. "Beast Boy. Listen to me now. I. Am. Not. Interested. I am not going to go out on a date with you, I do not want you to get me big leather books, and I am definitely not going to give you a blow job "because it's your birthday" whether or not that means I 'don't have to get you anything else.' Read my lips. I. Am. Not. Your. Girlfriend."

Thugs, Jamal just chuckled as Raven got into the spirit of things, as stiff and awkward as she might be about this, the girl had some charm. In a very unique, very Raven kind of way. She was that epitome of Goth, pale skin and gloomy attitude. Her rep' alone would sell this movie, but the purpose behind it was just the icing on the cake. Profit share? Just the usual, hell he was tempted to crank up her percent since she came to them. While she spoke, laying down some hard facts, he gently slipped her hood back. Now wasn't a time to hide, the cameras were right on her. Barely ten feet away, a cluster of high-spec units; all fixed at angles to capture the moment. Dark blue cowl drawn back, revealing more of that pale face then her smooth, purple hair. From the same door she came charging in stepped in Shaquan- a man more or less the spitting image of Jamal; darker skin perhaps, a little taller but slimmer. Still a big, buff Ghetto-terror in every right. He'd only caught the last of Raven's monologue. Hooking the thumb of one hand down into the waistband of his BIDG styled shorts, the slack pair easily dipped down to flaunt the smooth slope of his crotch. Narrowing down between strong thighs... and then of course, the predictable flop of something big 'n obscene rolling out. "That's right, BeastBitch-" Jamal started, as Shaquan took one of Raven's wrists. Firm and assertive, though not too grabby. Guiding her hand up to what flopped out from the front of his shorts. "- Ya done fucked up, maybe this will make ya take the hint. Ain't dat right, Raven baby?" He rumbled with a chuckle.

Raven isn't in it for the money. She's in it to finally get Beast boy to leave her alone; if this doesn't do it she's out of ideas. Watching her get plowed by some random black guys all over the internet has to do the trick. Even Beast Boy's not that accepting. "Nnkt." She flinches a little, snapping her head to the side as the man does down her hood. "Nnngh." She grumbles quietly, but well, no sense in hiding. She raises a hand from across her bust to brush her bangs back behind her ear. Its the spotlights. It's a lot more light than she's used to having on her without her hood up. "Ulgp." She takes a deep swallow and sits up a little taller as another man comes in. It takes her a moment to compose herself as the man exposes himself, before the other has her by the wrists. "Heh." She actually cracks a smirk as she wraps her lithe pale fingers around that thick meat. "That's right, uh... dude?" She's still not very 'street.'

Thugs, Jamal stands up himself, tugging his shorts off. Broad, highly defined pectorals and a narrowing sleek waist spoke of someone who devoted their time to looking damn good. Hard, layered muscle below deep chocolate skin; tattoos scattered up and around his body. Biceps and chest were almost black with ink. Gang tattoos, personal motifs and likely some from doing Time. "Keep your eyes on the cameras, girl. Aight?" He rumbled down at her, quite casually slipping out of his own shorts. Standing naked in a few quick moments. No doubt he was just as intimidatingly well hung as his cohort, but he didn't angle for a lazy handjob. Rather, Jamal placed a hand on her head. Smoothing back over her hair with a single, firm stroke. Palm rounding down to cup the back of her head, turning it come toward him- maybe just testing her a little. "Camera, Raven. Eyes to the camera." He reinforced, his hand slipped about toward her chin. Palm clutching one slightly rose tinted cheek, the adorable blush was probably going to get a lot worse. Thumb played across Raven's lips, taking it's time. Feeling their soft curve, toying with their pliability. Then, it snagged her chin to pry that mouth open. In his other he gripped his stiffening dick, angling it just right to aim 'n sink into her mouth. Broad crown breached beyond her lips, sliding back over her tongue- he was big, make no mistake. Chin held firm in one hand, the other slipped away from the fat shaft of his black cock to instead clamp firm to the top of her head. Slowly pressing inches down into her; bulging out a cheek lewdly from within - it was all show. Cuz, she had come to them wanting this. She did know how BIDG operated!

Raven spares a hand up to her collar to unfix her robe and the broach that pins it around her shoulders. She frees herself from her robe, leaving her in naught but her skin tight latex leotard, and her shoes; simple practical shoes. "Oh. Right." She remarks looking back toward the camera. That's going to take some getting used to. She looks back into the lens, while trying to keep an eye on what her hand is doing; squeezing the man's cock in her hand, and working it from tip to stem. It's more than a handful but she's getting a handle on it. "Mmhph." She murmurs softly as the man runs his fingers over her lips. That'll take some getting used to too, although she might not have the chance. "Aauh." She opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue. She looks into the camera and smirks a little; let's see Garfield ask to kiss her after this. She takes that cock into her mouth and stirs it around her cheek with her tongue; arcing and circling her wet muscle over the stiffening thing while her hand gropes and works over the other man's.

Thugs, Like the bonefide porno-hunk he was, Jamal got that dick on hard in moments. Raven helped out a bunch, he was half expecting to have to do all the work but no sooner was that cock seated into her mouth, was she workin' it. Urging out a genuine 'Hrrrrrrn!' from him; solid black fucklog throbbed as if in response, oozing a drop of clear, salty prenut. Well alright, she was serious about it. He could respect that, and work with it all the more. Just for the camera, Jamal rolled his hips - finding her rhythm and stirring in contrary, bloated cockhead pushed back against her motions, only exaggerating the lurid bulge of her cheek, testing the tight seal of those lips. Rrrrrssssp! Schluck! Frrrrrrp! It was a porno, so of course he did everything he could to ham it up. Really get that good shit going. "Aw yea, gurl! Nnnn- suck that fuckin' dick-- Show that punk ass lil' bitch how you treat a real man!" Corny, over the top. But exactly on brand, grunting out each word through huffed out groans. The timer counted the seconds, turning into minutes. Dick in hand, and another making a mockery of her usually noble and stoic set face!

...

Not too long after- FUPFUPFUPFUPFUPFUPFUP! Shaquan's hips surged forward to bang out quick, shallow thrusts; pumping that black dick on into Raven's mouth. Angled enough so she could still just about glower into the camera, though it would be a mean side-eye at this point. "Hnnn! Hnnn! Hnnn! Take dat, ho! Hnnnn! _{eyes, babygirl eyes.} Mnnff! Mnnnf!" Bucking to meet Raven's own ministrations, the rapid work only serving to churn out a wet 'n sloppy suckjob. Thick coat of foamed up slobber glistened on his dick, and more still clung in a gooey mess off her lips 'n chin. His own shirt 'n shorts stripped away, body angled to flaunt all that dark-skinned stud glory; mean muscle, sharp bite of attitude as his life story spiraled and crawled all over his skin; patterns, designs and rather ugly phrasing. Jamal meanwhile was sat back down on her other side, his dick in her hand though the angle was difficult for much more than a squeezing grip. He himself worked on trying to peel her Leotard off but- riiiiiiip! It was so much easier just to ruin it. She'd be reimbursed.

Raven takes her eyes off the camera to look at the throbbing cock in her mouth as it stiffens up. The length she kind of expected, because, well, the obvious, but it's the girth that takes her by surprise. She hardly has to move at all the purse her lips together around him and suck his cock like a babe on the bottle. "Shhrlp, sshulp shhssp..." She gets a couple of slurps in, licking and swallowing around him before she blinks, remembering to look at the camera. Maybe it's the layers of psychic ecstasy coating the walls, or maybe it's the salty taste of cum on her tongue, but it feels more, fun, and the pale Titan cracks a subtle half-smirk around the thick dick bulging her cheeks. She flicks her tongue across the underside of his cock and circles it around his crown, sucking the salt from his dick. "Shhlup!"

"Unhyk!" The first thrust takes her a bit by surprise, but she leans her head toward his lap and lifts her chin up enough to get the angle right. She doesn't gag. There's not even a glimmer of a gag reflex in the back of her throat. "Ulkp, ulkp, ulkp..." She gurgles a little as his cock slaps in and out of her lips. She spares a hand to wipe her chin with the back of her hand, but it's a losing battle there's just not much she can do to keep from drooling around his salty cock, dribbling down onto her latex-wrapped bust. She steals a glance back to the man in her hand, squeezing tight and turning those groping pumps into an honest handjob, pumping her hand up and down across his length; working him with her forearm, while he, quite literally tore the tits out of her top. "Nkryt..."

Thugs, Jamal just chuckled some, he'd been watching her all the while and that glance over her shoulder... Yea, that was what he was looking for. The big, dark-skinned hunk stooped over Raven. Hands groping at her chest, clawing the costume from her tits. And didn't he just grin into the camera all the while. Jamal recalled their phone call, it had been brief and he could tell Raven was biting back some serious anger. She'd never ever agree to do anything like this without a damn good reason, exhausting every other avenue- shit, he'd been the same with a few chicks back in the day. There was more than just the hedonistic wave of a porno, it was way more than just getting fuck-drunk and banging hips. Every single shove of dick, wet gluck or tug of his dick was a big old 'fuck you' to a certain green animal morphing Hero. That gleamed through Jamal's smile, as he openly toyed with Raven's titties. Dark fingers digging into those perky teen-tits, mashing thema round; nipples pinched between digits firm. Shaquan just dished out the throat fuck all the same, clutching the back of Raven's head. Hammering out the quick-fire THUKTHUKTHUKTHUKTHUKTHUK! Toned body flexing, visibly working to stab dick down her gullet - breaching well past the point of gagging, but damn- didn't she just take it! KLOMPH! Dick thundered right on on, driving to the absolute hilt. All that size 'n thickness pounded down her neck in a clean, aggressive stroke. "Oooohyea... Gurl, we gon' do real nasty shit to yo' ass-- Look in that camera, and give that muthafucka' the finger. Let him know the only boys you rollin' wit' is the BIDG Krew!" Shaquan boomed out, twisting her head some so she might comply with a little more ease. Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip! Jamal snagged the split open fabric, and ran his hands down. Opening the frontal tear all the way down, right the way between her thighs and then some. With a few hard, greedy pulls the dark clingy material was literally torn off her body. "DAMN! This bitch got back!"

Raven jerks beneath the man’s grip and gives an uncharacteristically girlish, albeit muffled, squeal as he suddenly has his hands on her tits. "Nyuee!" She lurches her shoulders forward, curling up a little over her own lap; bringing her head further down onto the man's cock. Easier to have it go down her throat than to keep her stoic demeanor with those rough hands on her tits. "Ulgk, ghulk gluh..." Raven's eyes water lightly, and she blinks firmly to try and clear the stinging from her throat, and squirming from her stomach. "ULGKP!" She gulps down Shaquan's dick as it hits the back of her mouth and slips into her throat. It's not taking it into her throat that has her sputtering, it's the girth of him stretching her throat out. "Ulghlp gulhp." She gulps with him in her throat, wet muscles squeezing and groping around the hard thing shoved down her throat. It takes her a second to get used to it and open her eyes to look into the camera. "Ulp!" She swallows while looking directly into the camera. She'd smirk too, but her mouth is rather occupied. She flashes the camera a thumbs up. She might have a cock in her throat, and another in her hand, but she's still some kind of proper.

"Nhyku!" And then with a sudden yank and a long a rip, she's effectively gone from dressed to wearing nothing more than sleeves. Her naked tits flop out from her tight latex suit, and as the tear runs all the way down to between her legs; it takes the short path and simple cuts to the side once it gets close enough to her thighs; the plastic falls aside and her shaved naked slit is bared between her legs. She actually uncrosses her knees to spread them a little.

Thugs, The two Thugs put Raven to work. Shaquan stabbed his dick on down into her throat, while Jamal groped her body freely. Not even the snug clutch of her skin-tight costume, but harsh dark-skinned fingers swarming all over her. Tits groped; grabbed 'n squeezed. Flat tummy clawed at, nails raking over her soft skin - not to harm or draw blood, just to elect a response from her. Thighs kneaded, ass cupped. All the while he beamed into the camera over her bobbing head, his eye contact just layered on more of the performances impact- Fuck you Beastboy, yo' bitch gonna get it ghetto tonight! Or, so might a certain Hero interpret the goings on. Hammed up and exaggerated as it all might be... they just went on, and on!

"C'mon, babygirl. Let's see what you can do, we been pullin' yo' leash all damn day." Shaquan snorted out with a chuckle, as he stood up tall. Just across from him mirrored Jamal, the pair stood slightly turned into the middle; mostly to bring those big, fat vein riddled black dicks into Raven's face but- The stood there, no longer grabbing her head or shoving inches into her mouth. Stripped down, not a single one of them wearing clothing. The two fat pricks glistened with her spit already, both twitching hard. Visible throbs made those turgid fucklogs bounce some, heavy nuts churning up was simmered at a low heat for now. "That's right, honey. If you want us boys at BIDG to really go out on ya' ass, then you gonna have to show some skill. Any bitch off the street can get her face fucked by the Krew. Na'mean?" Jamal seconded. By now they'd both had a turn stabbing dickmeat into her gullet, to and fro they went with it. Now it seemed it was time for Raven to nut up, or shut up about her grievances with Beast Boys persistent attempts to woo her. Centre focus, more than a lil' sweaty and very sloppy. She looked just right.

Raven swallows rough and raw around the thick thing shoved down her throat. "Ulgk, ghulk guh!" She chokes as spittle dribbles from her chin, and once again she is found stealing her free hand from her side to wipe her chin on her sleeve. It's a stopgap at beast, the next pass of Shaquan's cock pulls more slobber from the pale girl and sends it dribbling down onto her breasts, bare between the great valley rip running from her throat to her shaven slit. "Nhyuhg..." She gives a muffled squeak at the rough groping, twisting her shoulders this way and that to try and subtly shake off the man's pawing hands. For all her efforts, her breasts are still sensitive, and even the monotonic Titan can't keep her teats from stiffening up under the rough attention.

It takes her a moment to extricate the cock from her throat, but in her defense she doesn't start until they've finished talking. "Aukff." She coughs slightly the second Shaquan's cock is out of her throat and past her lips. "Ahem." She takes the moment to compose herself, shrugging her shoulders and slipping herself out of what remained of her leotard; pulling her arms out of the sleeves one at a time before simply tugging on the torn fabric still lingering around one of her thighs to turn the torn latex into more of a wad than a costume. "Heh." She smirks a little at something they said. "Funny you should say that." She smirks up at the two of them, still seated. "Beast Boy would've loved to make me a 'Bitch.'" She raises a hand to beside her slobbery chin, and curls it forward, palm down like a paw. "Arf arf." She 'barks' drolly, batting at her chin, before wiping her mouth on her naked arm. If that's her attempt at a joke, well, her delivery needs work.

Thugs, The two Krew thugs just laugh at her comment, sub-par delivery or not it rang true. Beast Boy no doubt would try turning into a Mutt, and attempt to make Raven just so; a bitch. They stood there framing her, heavy hands just resting on the back of her neck or gripping at her shoulder. Neither made a move to force dick on her, rather just nudged 'n encouraged. Urging Raven to re-take the initiative if only for a little while, show them and their soon-to-be viewers just how well she could handle two fat dicks like they got. Heavy, dark and engorged out to obscenity. Twitch twitch! Throb throb! Heavy stink of dick in the air, their lust only mixing into the cornucopia of lingering hedonism she'd felt on arrival. This shady little room had seen far more of it's fair share of action in a short period of time...

"Ooooohhh- SHIT!" Jamal hissed out, one knee braced on the couch's cushion and the other leg out straight; foot flat on the ground. Leaning over the sofa, weight on one hand gripping the back rest as the other clutched tight to her shoulder. Raven was neatly wedged between them, sat straddled over Shaquan's lap; his dick pushed right on up deep into her pussy. Snug teen slit yawned out disgustingly wide to fit all that black dick on in there, while Jamal worked on breaching that asshole-- TAP TAP TAP! Bulky dickhead pressed between those cheeks, grinding down hard on the puckered ring, slowly but surely getting some lee-way. "C'mon, man! Get it! Get it!" Shaquan hissed out, his hands clutching Raven's ass, clawing those cheeks open wide - pinning her hips down into place. "Hnnnn- fuck! Fuuuck~!" Jamal groaned out, as his persistence came through and gradually he dipped down inside. Rachel Roth aka Raven, double penetrated at BIDG. This was gonna be fire. Schliiiick! Working down in deep, the pair stirred their hips about to get a feel for it and then-

FUP! THOK! FUP! THOK! FUP! THOK! FUP! THOK! FUPTHOKFUPTHOKFUPTHOKFUPTHOKFUPTHOKFUPTHOK! - They got it going for real.

Raven takes a moment to kick off her shoes, as soon as she realized she was completely naked except for them. It's just awkward to be naked, and in shoes. Without them is much better. She's butt naked, sitting on a black casting couch, between two naked, erect, black, men. "Heh." She smirks a little, and this time she remembers to look into the camera when she does it.

Raven digs her fingers into the back of the couch, up on her knees planted firmly on either side of Shaquan's hips, back to the to the boys, and the camera, breasts smashed into Shaquan's chest. "Ungh..." She ducks her head down over his shoulder and bites her tongue in her cheek as she slides down onto his dick. "Nnnnrrrgh." And then growls, showing her inhuman side, as well as more than a few of her inhuman teeth, as Jamal's dick stretches her puckered hole and pushes inside of her. "Ngrrrrgh..." The pale girl sounds almost like a feral beast, hissing into Shaquan's ear as buddy sinks inside her. "Gurhn." Her breath finally breaks free as he gets in. "_Fuck..." And the pale girl cusses for the first time, just before they start moving. "GUAH! FUCK!"

Thugs, THUNKTHUNKTHUNKTHUNKTHUNK! Jamal's hips came crashing down, over and over; pounding that fat black cock hard into Raven's ass. He had no idea if she was virgin back there, maybe just inexperienced but either way once the burly Thug got his tempo going... he just reamed that ass out wild. Firmly fucking her down onto Shanquan, who could do little else than grunt as Raven was pressed firm to the base of his cock relentlessly - driving up when he could but, this was Jamal's rodeo. All the cameras could see was his ass rocketing up and down - prick being machined smooth into that asshole, thumping away to make a real show of things. WHOPWHOPWHOPWHOPWHOP! Heavy nuts swung around, slapping against her sandwiched loins. Scrunching up tight, as both Krew studs rode that peak. Orgasm begged for release minutes into the absolute bulldozing of her body.

"Hhrrrrrrrgggg- fuck!" "Aauuurrgghhh!" The pair of them near enough snarled out, jaws clenched; teeth chomping hard. All that power and brawny on their bodies clamped down into a wrack of ill-gotten pleasure, as with preternatural timing both Jamal and Shaquan came hard. Busting off right up into her body, ass and cunt flooded with thick, sloppy seed. "Ooooh- nnnnnfuck..." Jamal panted out, tugging himself free of her snug butt; riding that fat prick up hotdog style between her cheeks. Glazing her back and buns with the last of his prodigious nut. "Phew- that, Raven baby... is a scene- Say, the Actress we had scheduled for a bigger shoot later today backed out. You up for makin' a lil' money too?" Huffing, panting, sweating. There was no doubt in anyone's mind, Raven did not belong to Beast Boy. "Yea- I think you'd be a lotta fun with the whole Krew involved." Rumbled Shaquan.

Raven plants her hands on either side of Shaquan and digs her fingers into the back of the couch. "Ugnh." She grunts against the back of her recently-fucked throat, and squeezes her eyes closed; squeezing her body tight around the thick cocks stretching her open. Somehow it's just, hard, to be... anything, with two hard thick cocks stretching both her holes. "Unnnnghrr..." A long, dry, guttural growl burbles out of her throat as she buries her face in the back wall. Her mouth falls open as her breath starts coming out in rough hot puffs. "Hauh... hauh... ha... auh... huah..." She gaps and huffs each time that man's lap smacks against the round curve of her ample apple ass. "_Fuuuck..." She cusses breathlessly, raking her tongue between her teeth as she arcs her hips down and back, rolling herself down onto the firm cock inside her, increasingly-warm-and-wet cunt, and pushing herself back into the rhythmic pounding of the man fucking her asshole.

"Auah aah hauh..." She wails into Shaquan's ear as the men snarl and pant and fuck her. She curls her fingers tight against the back of the couch and tries moving up and down in rhythm with the two. It takes her a second to get the pacing down but soon she's moving half an inch up and away as Jamal pulls back, and then bringing herself down on them both as he fucks forward into her. "Guah." It takes her more than a second to manage it without gasping every time the two of them hit her depths together but soon she's too busy panting to gasp. Her lips fall half-open, her tongue lays out over her teeth and her eyes squeeze closed tight as she grips the back of the couch and rides the two boys in tandem. "Uah, hauh. Uah, huah." She's working herself up. Warm and wet and tight around Shaquan, and then. "Guah uh?"

They cum. Thick hard throbbing cocks pump gooey wet warm cum inside of both her holes, both at once. It feels, almost too wet. "Ua-hah." Raven's breath hitches in her throat, and even as Jamal is pulling himself back she's moving up and down riding with renewed vigor. "Nnhguh." before she growls grimaces and forces herself to stop. "Hmph." She huffs through her nose and looks back at the man behind her; her hips move a little, rocking and arcing to stroke her cum-stricken walls across Shaquan's cock or, more specifically, to stroke her cum-stricken walls with Shaquan's cock.

"Nngh." She grumbles a little. "Acting's not really my forte." She says drolly. "But if it'll get more of you guys to fuck me, then I'm down." She practically growls at them. She is part demon after all.

Thugs, They had no idea just what they might unleash within Raven, the sheer hedonistic depravity of it all. Not just nailing the coffin shut on Beast Boy's chances, but warming her up for a big fuckin' gangbang too. Damn, they were both kinda stunned she was so ready for it. Even a little resistance was normal, perfunctory or not. Negotiating this and that, making it more convincing- Raven just agreed, and damn did she sound riled up. Almost _demonic! "Hnnn--!" Jamal snorted out with a grimace, dick lurched and a dribble of spunk oozed out. Tricking down his stiff dick to pool against the dip of her ass, gathering down into the dip between those fucked apart cheeks. Breathing hard, sweat beading on his chest; trickling down every time he sucked down another deep lungful of air. "Yea, that's the idea... Shit, you two go on through to the set. You show her where to get cleaned up?" The latter directed at Shaquan, who just nodded. But, he didn't want to get up and move just yet. Raven working her hips, grinding about so needy on his deeply buried dick had the porno-hunk somewhat paralysed with pleasure. A deep, primal pleasure; way way down in his body, reignited again and again as she moved. Eventually- eventually he got moving. Lifting the pale-skinned Heroine teenager up off of him, needing a moment to collect his senses. "This way, Raven. C'mon now." Gesturing with a hand, walking stiffy - dick on hard wagging in front of him. They had what they needed to produce a Casting Couch shoot, plenty of material and sure enough Beast Boy would see it as Jamal had every intent of sending the green brat a free copy by email.

In the downtime between being double pen'd with real aggression, and what was to unfold on their larger set, they gave Raven a chance to hose down. But, for planned shoot there were some... specifics. Namely and outfit, and a certain theme. Their previous 'Actress' was a Cop, and no doubt the gravity of what she'd agreed too became too great to see it through. As such, the slut-tastic Cop uniform wasn't quite a good fit for Raven. The fish-net thigh high stockings and stripper shaming stilettos were though. A 'skirt' wrapped about her waist, little more than a belt with a frill about the bottom as even on her pert curves it did little more than showcase her the full shape of her buttocks and did nothing to conceal her crotch. But, as scandalous as that all was it did not hold a candle to the other stipulation. An assortment of temp-tattoos; smoothed onto her skin, easily removed later or left to fade away in a few days. 'THUG DICK ONLY' printed across her belly in bold, black lettering. 'GANGBANG FUCK TOY' mantled right above her ass with the usual flair and florish of the quintessential tramp stamp, and others still. Parked into the waistband of her 'skirt' was a permanent marker however as no doubt the plan was to add to it over time.

The final touch was a collar wrapped about her neck, a thin leash hung from it and Shaquan held the end. A heavy golden pendant drooped at the front, shaped into the word BITCH and complete with a pets collar bell. Twinkling at the slightest movement.

"You ready, Raven? This gon' get real nasty, real quick." He chuckled.

Raven dismounts the man as soon as he takes his cock out. She stands there before the camera, butt naked and hands planted firmly on her hips while cum dribbles out both her holes and down one thigh. "Who said anything about cleaning up?" She asks authoritatively, and reaches a hand down between her legs to dig two fingers onto her folds, pulling them out coated with cum before planting them firmly inside her mouth so she can suck them dry. It's not for them, not a show or a performance. It's for her.

She follows Shaquan out of the room, butt naked and dripping with cum and not the least bit ashamed, if anything there's even more swagger in the swing of her hips than there had been before. Although to be fair when she came in she was stomping up an angry storm. She enters the ladies' washroom dripping with cum, and she comes out with her pussy sparkling clean; it's not clear if water was actually involved or just her fingers. They do seem to have developed a habit of dipping bellow the belt whenever they're not occupied. She looks through the racks of costumes with idly curiosity, while one hand pulls apart her naked cheeks and flashes the room her well-worked asshole. She pulls up the fishnets and runs her fingers up her thighs and over her slit.

Yet she can't walk in heels and stilettos are more than just heels. She pulls them on without complaint, but wobbles dangerously with every step she takes; before just huffing and crossing her arms under her naked breasts to hover about half an inch off the floor, feet dangling. It's easier than trying to walk in heels, and probably the reason she never learned.

The skirt doesn't cover anything important. Naked shaven slit free in the breeze, and bare pale ass cheeks on display behind her. Yet getting dressed seems almost to bore her. Raven sits for the temp-tat application but it's not until she's collared that she shows any real emotion. "Aaauh." As Shaquan picks up her collar, she smirks opens her mouth wide and sticks out her tongue; an invitation if there ever was one.

"About time." She says finally ready. "You guys fuck your sex dolls or play dress up with 'em?" She asks sarcasm spitting from her like venom.

Thugs, Raven looked great on set, a perfect contrast between her dour, pale-skinned self and the now much larger cast of grinning, black porno-brutes. Rank after rank of broad bodied, densely muscular dark-skinned Thugs crowded about at her side, and fanning out behind her. Tugged into position by Shaquan, but the names of the rest? Well, no one was making any introductions as honestly their names weren't even remotely important. All dolled up in an outfit to make her peers scream in rage, and maybe a few lust in private, everything was ready for the real shoot to go down. 'Hos In The Hood' might of lost its obligated actress, but Raven was nothing short of an upgrade. Rough hands gripped her shoulders, pushing her back down onto the shakey balance of those heels. More swarmed in to cover her body, as in a few short seconds Raven went from being the centre piece to all but lost in a mass of big ugly hands, and brawny arms coiling about her. Jamal and Shaquan together had been a rough time, more than capable of manhandling her around. Caught in middle of some dozen or more equally as barbarous street scum... Raven was promptly overwhelmed. All that peaked through was her prettied up pale face, even as one of the Krew pushed his thumb on between those lips, simulating a certain act she was destined to perform to the point of obscenity.

THOP! FUD!- THOP! FUD!- THOP! FUD!- THOP! FUD! One of the BIDG Thugs gripped Raven's legs by the knees, clutching tight to the underside of each. Forcing her thighs on back against her chest, pinning them flat into the Teen's perky tits. Kneeling down, looming up over her. Shunting his hips downward to batter 'n fuck that fat black cock into her cunt; pounding it away, if the Casting Couch scene had leaned a lil' into going easy on her that pretense was over now. Greedy, selfish shunts rammed it all home, thrusting at her with ill intent. From below, nestled right up under her body a second Thug bucked himself upward, meeting every downward strike to pinch her hard between their bodies. Snorting out in a mix of sexualised rage 'n lust, the pair opened up the skin flick with some real ferocity. More still forced themselves on her, settled on a knee to her side a third black porno-hunk grabbed himself a handful of hair. Viciously ramming his fat prick on down deep into her throat, with real glee the brute ground her nose and chin in tight to his crotch 'n nuts. More still stood about all close and personal, her hands gripped by the wrist; only to be made to latch about yet more hard black thug-dick. Hissed out sneers urging Raven to give up more, give it up harder.

Raven crosses her arms under her chest, lifting her bust up over her arms as the men file in to flank her and lay hands on her. "Heh." The pale girl sneaks a smirk even as she's pushed down onto her feet. She doesn't expect to spend long standing atop those stupid heels for very long. "Heh." She tucks her tongue in between her teeth and licks the backs as she lowers her arms from her breasts and the men's hands descend upon her. For all her super powers, she's not a large woman. The pale teen is barely five & a half feet tall, and not two hundred pounds; one of the men would've been more than enough to handle her, physically at least.

"Ugak." She gurgles a little as her lips are parted by the thick and slightly salty thumb of one of the Krew. She's not sure which one, and she kind of likes not knowing. "Nghuah!" Having her legs hoisted up knocks a grunt from her chest as her knees meet her breasts. She licks the finger in her mouth, pursing her lips around it and giving it a slight nibble as she spreads her knees apart and bares her naked cunt to the maw of hungry hands and hard cock. "Unghuah!" She gasps as the first man shoves his dick inside, arcing her back and reaching her hands up to the back of her thighs to hold them up to her chest. "Guauh!" Another, more breathless gasp escapes her as another man pumps up into her puckered hole. The gasp breaks her demur demeanor and opens her mouth wide. "Auaugh!" She wails as one grabs her by her hair. Her mouth hangs open and her tongue lingers out. "Fuck!" She gasps dryly just before her throat is stuffed by fat black cock. "Ulguk! Gulhk!" She gurgles and swallows around the thick thing in her throat. She arcs her back and leans herself forward into to the man fucking her throat. She tries to swallow and suck on his cock but the vicious fucking interrupts her attempts and a moment later she simply yields her throat as another fuck hole for the men to use.

It takes her a moment to realize what's in her hands; she steals sidelong glances at the hard shafts between her pale fingers, and squeezes them tight. She grips them as hard as she can; the only thing she's really got to hold onto in the flurry of flesh. She pulls and strokes them between her fingers, gripping tight as she pulls her hands from tip to testicles.

Thugs, She might of come to send a message to Beast Boy, to finally end his persistent attempts at bedding her. The quick shoot that morning would easily be enough to handle that, this though... this was overkill. When Gar saw this, he was gonna lose all hope. It would be shattering! Raven sprawled out on her back, draped over the sold barrel chest of one of the Krew. His hands groping at her chest, without much care for the scant clothing she wore; aggressive mauling ripping the flimsy fabric from her titties. All the while shoving himself with unchecked brute force into her asshole- THUNKTHUNKTHUNKTHUNKTHUNK! A disgustingly big dick pumping hard 'n violent, crushing its way to the hilt over and over. Pushing her up into another Thug, skewering himself balls deep into her twat. FOPFOPFOPFOPFOPFOP! Plenty of close up shots captured of their two thick, black fucklogs churning up her body. Driving in 'n around, working Raven good and loose(r) as every second rolled by into minutes. The wet, gurgly sounds of the Teen heroine choking down dick only made the already sordid moment all the more visceral, no doubt they all adored just how well she choked down dick - Thug after Thug took a turn slinging himself down that gullet, hands grabbing her head. Pounding it on down, using the resigned set of lips, and the hot wet fucktunnel beyond as they pleased. Head turned this way, and that; left to right, or tilted all the way back. The brutes just laughed at her, vile slurs hissed out. It was a good fuckin' time, for them at least.

By the time they'd had their fun, Raven sported a few complete tally marks scribbled onto her forehead. Sweaty hair matted down over some, but the dark permanent marker was easily seen. Come the end of the shoot, there wasn't gonna be much left of her not crossed out by a crude total of dicks taken, or sloppily written 'FUCK ME ->' across one ass cheek, pointing in towards a badly blown out, fucked slack asshole. Fitting however, as they'd grappled her about to sit straddled over one of the numerous- almost innumerous as more and more Thugs turned up to take part. Whoever it was she'd been forced to sit across, indicated butthole pressed down to hug about the black hunk's fat dick; looking almost at peace clutching tight as it could around the base of that dark fucktool. Another snatched her leash from behind, coiling it about his fist. Yanking hard to snap Raven back up straight, tugging her to sit back against him. "The fuck you got to say now, ho? Huh? Where's yo' smart mouth now?" He growled out, angling himself down below. Prodding the swollen crown of his cock in against her already packed out asshole... he wasn't- he was! Lips curling back, a deep bestial growl rumbled out from the brutish Thug. Forcing himself on inside, wedging a second girthy slab right on up inside. Thrrrrrrrp!

Raven gurgles as she takes cock down her throat. "Uhgukp!" She gasps and gurgles and leans back into the man beneath her and his powerful hands grab at her breasts and pull them free from the flimsy cloth covering them. "Unghu!" She gasps through the thing in her throat and arcs her back, craning her head back as she presses her chest out and forward into those wanton hands grabbing and groping the meat and fat of her breasts beneath their firm fingers. "Unaugh!" She gurgles around the cock in her throat, swallowing and sucking upon it as the man crams it down her mouth.

Her hips bounce as her body is rocked by the pounding movement of the man beneath her. "Unghu!" She grunts her breath knocked from her throat by the force of the cock being shoved up inside of her. "Unghu!" She rocks herself back into the pounding thrusts, as best she can at any rate; arcing her hips and rolling them down into the cock shoved up inside of her. "Ulghp! Nhguhup!" She gurgles as one man pulls himself out of her throat and then grunts again as another is shoved into her gullet. She simply closes her eyes and purses her lips together, swallowing and suckling regardless of whomever it is that is actively using her.

She grabs firm holds on the cocks in her hands, squeezing and gripping and pumping up and down. She wants it, she wants to feel them pulse and throb in her grip. She can practically feel their heart beats between her fingers, the throbbing of their cocks one of the only sensations she can feel beyond the epic stretching of the many cocks shoved up inside of her every hole. She can barely tell where she stops and where they begin. "Ulghp!" She gurgles gulping down around the shafts pumping in and out of her throat. "Uuaauhh!" She gasps as one pulls her head back with a hold on her leash, sore and sweaty and wore out. "Uuuhnhu! FUCK!" She cusses at the top of her lungs as she's stretched around not just one, but two hard black shafts!

Thugs, The Thug yanking her leash hard just snorted out a gruff laugh, keeping it pulled tight. Pinning Raven's tired body against his, forcing an arch into her back just to exaggerate it even more. Showing off her slender body, the skimpy clothing they'd dressed her up in all but ripped away or ruined; more writing scribbled on her sweat soaked body. Whore, bitch, slut scrawled over her tits, across her belly. Tally marks sprawling down over one cheek, more hashed out still elsewhere. Raven had been keen to get into a fully fledged shoot on the back of her Casting Couch session, but had she bitten off more than she could chug chew? SCHLOP! THWUP! SCHLOP! THWUP! SCHLOP! THWUP! SCHLOP! THWUP! The two street savages churned their way into a rhythm, grinding around to really ruin that asshole; pumping up deep, wrenching her poor pucker out wide about both their sizes. Brutalising Raven, all for their own pleasure and the prospect of getting rich off her exploitation. Two fat black nigga-dicks rampaging deep up her butt, stretching the potent Teen Heroine's asshole out way beyond belief- beyond recovery? Maybe! Some damage would be done, psychological if not physical. All that solid brawn, sweaty dark-skin and snorting Thug pressing in close. A sharp contrast to the pale gothic Raven. But shit, isn't that why they were all so damn hot for her? It looked fire. The sickeningly hedonistic porno would shock the Nation let alone her persistent harasser!

GLOP! GLOP! GLOP! GLOP! GLOP! Pretty face now mired in sweat, pre-nut and hastily scribbled shame on her skin slammed it's way down home deep onto yet another Krew nigga's fat cock. Dark purple hair smoothed back, brutish fingers balling up the lot into his sweaty palm, only to make her messed up 'do clump together all the more. Barely even giving Raven much scope to do much more than be a fucksleeve, the mean spirited porno-thug pounding her face down every bit of the disgustingly lengthy vein riddled black prick. Crotch slamming forward into her face, nuts smacking hard up off her chin. Less violently sexual than the anal destruction being wrought, but it was still very much BIDG- it was so them. Grunting out, snorting; taut set of chiselled out abs tensing up tight as they hammered forward in a rapid flurry. THUKTHUKTHUKTHUKTHUKTHUKTHUKTHUK! More still pressed in close, two in her hands throbbed lazily - making her do all the work, of course. Oozing pre-slop, dribbling it all over her hands, down her wrist. The odd shot lashing out to splatter up the side of her face, or soak into her already swampy hair. "Ahahaha! This dumb bitch wasn't expectin' dis, nigga!" "Shiiiiet, you know she was... Hoe might'a come lookin' just to suck a nigga's dick but-- Damn, if she don't look at home in a gangbang!" Their sharp, cackling laughter peeled out. Cruel and witless, just laughing at her while they debased her without as much as a blink of an eye.

SCHLOP! THWUP! SCHLOP! THWUP! GLOP! GLOP! THUK! THUK! They rode her out on and on. Pussy and ass abused, pushed to their limits- forced to go beyond. How long? Long enough for the full cast to get their fill of slamming, drilling and choking her out. Standing around Raven in a loose semi-circle, who they'd left to slump on her knees, breathing hard and slick with sweat... Jamal grabbed her by the neck, yanking her to sit upright with a vicious pull. "The fuck you sayin' now, bitch? You ready to go again, or ya gonna tap out like the pathetic fuckin' cumdump you really is!?" He growled out, wrangling her around. Raven was incredibly powerful, they all knew it. Their fan base knew it too... that didn't stop them treating her like dirt though.

Raven twists her head about her neck, gulping and swallowing around the cock in her throat. "Ulhguh! Ghulp! Sluph!" She glances down as the feeble clothes she had just put on are reduced to rags in a such short order. It hardly seems worth it to have put them on at all. Still, there is something to be said for wearing naught but rags. "Unghk! Ghuhnk!" She grunts and gurgles as she's slammed from behind. She struggles to find firm footing beneath the men inside of her. She lifts one leg, twisting and trying to stretch her legs apart, give the thick things wrecking her back door the room to work. "Ungh! Ghurh!" She chokes and sputters as the man fucks her face. Strings of spittle slip from her lips and fall from her chin.

"Ulgh! Ghlp!" And yet despite the stinging in her ass and throat; she's loving it. These burly men simply using her body for their own pleasure; balls slapping against her face, cocks stretching her holes. Even if she wanted to stop it, there's little she can do, there's little she could do. She squeezes a tight death-grip around the two cocks in her hands, pumping and working them with fervor and vigor. Her slick sticky fingers squeeze tight around the dripping cocks. "Uglhp! Ghlh!" She gurgles around the thick thing bulging in her throat, but has enough presence of mind to wink up at the men laughing at her.

Raven's knees quiver and she shudders atop them. She pants with her mouth open, cum and drool dripping from her tongue as she labors for breath beneath the men. "Uah, huah, haauh... Nnghugh!" She grunts and grimaces as she's hauled upright. "Heh..." She grins back at the man in her face. "Heh, hehehehe..." She chuckles, low and long, and through her unnatural teeth. "Heheh." She smirks back at Jamal. "You fucks think you can break me?" She taunts through her teeth. "Me? Raven Daughter of Darkness? Child of Terror? Demon-child of Trigon?" Her eyes flash as she leers back at the men's who's cum streaks her face. "Hahah." She laughs. It sounds in her throat, and in the air. Too deep, too long, too much echo for the small room they're in. "No. I'm having too much fun to let you stop now."

Thugs, Raven's fiery retort really should of served to scare them but the Krew were all too drained of blood to the brain to be thinking entirely clearly. Even as her voice rumbled with reverb through the Studio... that ought to have been a warning. A big red flag she wasn't someone to fuck around but- Thugs gonna Thug. "We gon' try, baby." Jamal sneered, unable to shake the very building with his voice but it still hissed with a tangible edge of malice. "C'mon, we go work to do." He snapped at the others who stood about idle... They had plenty of work to do!

WHUDWHUDWHUDWHUDWHUDWHUDWHUDWHUD! One Thug- his name? Who cares!- squatted over Raven, hammering his hips down hard 'n mean; pounding that ass out with a renewed sense of dire purpose. Shoving all that swollen black thickness into an ass that had been really taken for a wild ride. Pumping down on into her, met by the nigga she straddled over. THOKTHOKTHOKTHOKTHOKTHOKTHOKTHOK! The pair snarled out; jaws clenched, hissing through their teeth as they laid on into Raven, plugging her body to the brim again with fat black cock. Curvy hips paddled about like a ping-pong ball, smacked to and fro as they cared not a fig for timing or tempo. They both just hunkered down and smashed out those holes to their own hearts content. "... Fuck, nigga- This hoe just don't quit!" Grunted out another, kneeling down by her face with that dick shoved at her face diagonal, as a fourth prodded in opposite too. Hands resting on her head, squeezing on her shoulders - neither cared much for outright facefucking her though, letting go of the reigns to give the girl room to work it on her own. "You ain't lyin', cuz. I don't think we ever had no-one go this long!" the other remarked, a smug sneer in his tone. The run time was beginning to get a little silly, a few of the Krew were sat off Set rehydrating, taking a moment to breath. Raven? She was still going, how much longer? They didn't know, but they were gonna find out! Fresh drizzles of nut lanced over her smooth, pale skin. Their usual plan of a big finish scrapped, the BIDG niggas just let fly. Scattering their load all over her butt, up her back; down her throat, deep inside her cunt 'n ass.

"Awwwwuugghhnnfuck!" Came out in a deep, guttural groan. Thug-dick getting busy bashing her twat up into a fresh mess lunged it's way up hard, bottoming out with a firm violent THOK right before the big, dark-skinned brute of man she straddled across blew. Dowsing her cunny in the umpteeth fresh load of jizz. Grip locking down tight into her thighs, pulling them tight about him. Dark faces scrunched up as he came like a fuckin' riot hose up in that puss'. Protection? Whooops, way too lost in the moment to be thinking like that! Niggas clapped and jeered, a little friendly ribbing never hurt anyone.

Raven licks teeth that definitely weren't that sharp when she was on the couch as she takes it from behind. Her sore back door isn't near as tight as it had been when she was on the couch either, but a lot has changed since then. "Ungh!" She groans as her lithe frame is pitched forward by the force of the big man behind her. "Unnrrrh." A deeply feral and utterly inhuman growl rumbles about her throat and her tongue comes up and licks her lips before opening wide for the thick black thing prodding her pale cum-stricken face. "Aaauh." She tips her head back and sticks her tongue out. Her teeth at definitely sharper than they were the last time she had a cock in her mouth. Not that's a problem. She wraps her lips around that cock and swallows it down into her throat as soon as the man thrusts forward and slaps his balls against her chin. "Ugulph!" She tilts her head and runs her tongue across the underside of his cock. She swallows with the head of his dick in her throat and bobs her head forward, rubbing the broad of her tongue across the length of his salty cock.

Her skin and holes drip wet with sticky globs of cum. The floor is slick and wet beneath her, the scattered remains of her costume are glued to the floor by cascaded shots of semen. "Uuunnngh." A deeply satisfied growl rumbles out of her throat, vibrating the cock inside as the man behind her pumps his thick cum into her bruised and battered cunt. She arcs her back and twists herself this way and that, wiggling her weight from side to side as she squeezes tight around the thick throbbing cumming cock inside of her.

Thugs, Deep grunts 'n growls snapped out from every which way, they went on and on - as relentless and she was. Daughter of Trigon or nah, they had their own pride to worry about! Maybe she wouldn't collapse like the others did, but that didn't mean they wouldn't fuck her out to the brink of exhaustion. Hips rammed, hands grabbed; dicks pummelled their way on into her body. FWAPFWAPFWAP! THOKTHOKTHOK! POUNDPOUNDPOUND! Even to them it all became a blur, a mess of sordid, sweaty ceaseless gangbanging at max speed. Shit, they were workin' for their money today!

The end was inevitable, not only by sheer physical limitations but they all had other shit to do too! KRAK! Jamal held her leash, it and the collar were the only thing still remaining on her body. Whipping the relaxed cord to snap it down against one perky Teen titty. Clothing ripped off and replaced with lurid scrawls and shameful slurs. The boys all stood about her, near enough fully circling Raven; who had been neatly posed down into a squat. Butt pushed down against her heels, thighs spread out wide just for the camera, showing off the merits of their labour. A dozen or more stud-niggas crowding about close, jerking off with each and everyone one of them pointed at her face. Angled up front, fanning all the way around. Their joint stink permeating into a real heady funk. Sweat and spunk, all that virility bunched up... All of it about to explode one last time for the money shot(s).

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"Oooooooh shit- You gon' come by and see us niggas again, Raven baby?"

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"Yeeeaaa, best not be a stranger to the 'hood after this gurl!"

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"Be real, you think a hoe like this bitch gonna skip out on niggas like us? Tcccchh!"

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It didn't take long for the entire Krew to start grunting up that oncoming storm, hands jerking up and down sloppy wet dicks quicker 'n quicker until- Splurt! Splat! Thrrrrrp! Hot, gooey ropes of thick jizz hit her. Spraying up over her face, soaking down her cheeks, drizzling across her bare chest. Back of her head, and down her back drenched in plenty more. They let her have the last of it, every bit of nut left in 'em gushed out to splatter head head to tit in gungy, musky spunk. All but the Boss man himself, reeling her in close by her restrain. Plugging his fat prick back on into her mouth, shoving it side-on to intentionally distend her cheek from the inside. Creaming hard 'n full right there, flooding her mouth with yet another copious load of seed. "She gon' be back next time that limp-dick nigga Beast Boy tries tappin' her ass. He don't seem like the quick learner type." Jamal snorted out with a smirk. Stepping back as his final nut of the night wound down, drizzling her already caked face with a few last shots of his own.

"Well?"

Raven bucks and fucks back as best she can. Her pale body slick with sweat and sticky with jizz. Her breasts bounce and jiggle about between her arms as she's knocked and jostled about and planted down on her knees and sat back atop her feet. "Huaah, hauh... huah." She pants with her mouth open and her face scrawled in lurid words. Her tongue hands out as she labors to catch her breath. "Ahuh hauh hah. Hee." She shoots a breathless grin up at the men gathered jerking their meat at her face.

"Well you boys definitely gave me a work out..." She teases back, reaching a hand back around her hip to pull at her sore and stretch backdoor. "...I may need some time to..." She snickers through her teeth. "...get back in shape. Hehe. Aaauh." She teases, before tilting her head back and opening her mouth. She even raises a hand up to stretch her cheeks open to take a few shots in her open mouth while others streak across her face and breasts. "Mmmh." She licks her lips and rakes her tongue with her teeth and dips her fingers into her mouth, scooping cum up off her face and into her mouth. She sucks and licks her fingers clean. "Heeh... well." She smirks, planting her hands down by her knees, arcing her chest out as she half-crawls forward. "Next time I need someone to remind me how great it feels to be a dirty cum dumpster, I'm calling BIDG."

Starlet: Veronica Sinclair aka Roulette.

Co-Stars: The BIDG Krew.

Content Warning: Gangbang, Raceplay, Character Assassination.

All involved are 18+


Roulette swallowed as she fixed her reflection with one long, last stare, fighting to bring her breathing under control, to clench down on the tremble that threatened to betray the excitement with which her whole body was undeniably buzzing. It'd been... oh, a year and change, it must have been? Since she'd contacted the studio, put her connections to work securing fresh bodies and unwitting souls for their meat-grinder of film production, carved her own none-too-modest share off the top of each film she'd sourced 'talent' for. Less time than that, since she had, out of idle curiosity, actually watched one of the films she'd been shoveling young ladies into; less time than even that, since she'd realised, had finally admitted to herself, just how hot those filmed outrageous and the thought of being in the middle of one of them made her feel.

It wasn't like she could have just come out and said so, though? Roulette, all poise and dispassionate control and manicured elegance, admitting to a thing like that, offering herself up for it? It was unthinkable; she'd spent her life, her career, making herself the sort of person about whom it was unthinkable. And yet it had taken Jamal just a half-hour of verbal cat-and-mouse to tease the admission out of her, to see through her layers and her defenses and the veils she thought she'd so thoroughly and cleverly drawn around her questions, and, well, here she was. In the dressing room of Bitches In Da Ghetto, a hallways length and a scant handful of moments away from her filmed debut as, well, a Bitch In Da Ghetto.

And she could hardly wait.

She took those moments to put the finishing touches to herself, making sure that the deep red string bikini top clung just so to her bosom and its matching thong bottom split her shapely derrière perfectly down the middle. Fingertips shifting to the tops of her calf-high boots, to the hems of her fingerless opera gloves, to the designer sunglasses perched precisely on the bridge of her nose. Tracing the curve of the emerald-green serpent tattoo that slithered its way up her leg, across her back, to her shoulder. Her reflection was exquisite.

Showtime.
Thugs, Jamal had to work quickly to get everything ready, but wouldn't you know it... he'd part way prepared for this eventuality. It occurred to him that anyone who got down with BIDG, be it purely business or pleasure, was interested at some level. Most were up front, either out right keen to get demolished by nigga dick on camera or just so damn desperate they didn't have a choice. Others like Roulette though, it was more subconscious attraction. One that could be weaseled out with the right kind of prompting, more often than not just mere proximity to their brand of debauchery. But this bitch? Damn, she was a tough nut to crack. Clever, ruthless and definitely all about her business he knew not to be so overt. It was a more subtle game, over the year or so they'd had idle conversations. Asking for her opinion on the latest smash hit; profitable, she'd say. Something cold, dispassionate or worse yet. But he knew just by talking about their flicks the niggle of curiosity would be planted. Stray copies of their movies left planted in her office, photo spreads accidently mixed in with her paperwork. For a damn year she'd said shit about it, and seemingly didn't bite. But-- Tch, he knew she'd buckle eventually. Where she was a hardnosed business woman, Jamal was a bonafide hustler. All easy smiles, and open body language; they were friends. Silver tongued nigga coaxed the truth out, sensing it was on the tip of her tongue. They'd already discussed this quarter’s takings, and the projections for short and long-term growth. Roulette was not the kind of woman to just make idle gossip, she had something on her mind...

A custom set for this occasion got wheeled out of its private stache, the walls done up to look like the cheapest, tackiest take on the most stereotypical Chinese designs. The kinda shit you might see in some low budget action film. Done up to resemble the interior of a shady lil' gambling den. Flimsy, soon to be shattered cards tables and chairs cluttered up towards the back. A low but sturdy green felt topped table, with chalked patterns to resemble a craps table took centre stage. No doubt little dice rolling, and plenty more bodily destruction would go down on top of that. Her co-stars? Well, damn. She'd hinted she wanted to 'try it out', it being an obscenely abusive gangbang. Jamal of course knew she wanted the Krew, each and every one of them. As such, her more than eager porno-hunks stood ready. Oiled up, fluffed and dressed in just a bright white collar 'n bowtie, and cuffs about their wrists. Just for the Casino aesthetic. They were all set to fuck Roulette through the night and capture every last excruciating moment of it on film.

Jamal thumped his fist against her changing room door. "Hurry the fuck up 'n bring that ass out on Set, girl. Time for deliberatin' is over- the Krew waitin' on ya, don't go 'n make 'em mad now. Ahahaha."
Roulette had seen - on film, not first-hand - the consequences of getting the Krew mad: cluelessly self-assured amateurs who'd bitten off way more than they could chew, hesitant pornographic debutantes who tried to demur long after they'd passed the point of no return... the Krew were never gentle, but there was a difference in the brutal gangbangs they dealt out to those who'd raised their ire. She considered for a moment idling in the cramped, closet-like space for a handful more moments, long enough to get the Krew riled up just that little bit further... but decided against it. There'd be time for that later.

Roulette stepped out of the room - Jamal's knock, rough and heavy though it might have been, was an unearned and unnecessary courtesy; the dressing room door didn't even have a lock or a bolt on it - and flashed him an apologetic smile over the top of her sunglasses, dark eyes sparkling as she sashay'd her way toward the shooting stage. Some of the girls BIDG.com shot came onto the set dressed up like they'd just walked in off the street, ordinary clothes that were mercilessly torn from their bodies if they didn't hustle their way out of them quickly enough for the satisfaction of Jamal and the Krew (and few ever did). Others strutted out in lingerie, underwear, fetish gear or stripper wear. Still more, though less often, wore uniforms, or costumes, or something else calculated to push a particular set of buttons. She's kept her gloves and boots, and picked out the bikini in its matching color because she wanted to show herself off, to feel glamorous, star-like, in those moments before grabbing hands and thrusting cocks descended and she was lost in the middle of a pile of grabbing, hammering fuck-flesh.

She had no comment for the shabby spectacle of the set as she stepped out into it, eyes and lights and cameras all drawn to her brazenly revealed body as her heels clicked against the floor. She wasn't an actrss being paid by the word, and she didn't have much of a script to read anyway, not when the best she'd be able to force out of her mouth for the greater part of the film was a deluge of moaning, gasping, and obscenities. She found her mark with her hands on her hips and struck a pose, letting them drink in the sight of her, even as she drunk in the evident want that was thick in all of them - not necessarily for her, but for her status as a piece of fuckmeat to be sexually demolished.
Thugs, The moment she stepped into view, entering the tall cavernous Set area of BIDG Studios- a renovated old Factory, offering plenty of space and ideal acoustics to really let those screams and cries carry- the Krew erupted into a barrage of whistles 'n whoops. Any other day Roulette would get curt nods, and muttered greetings. Ogled from behind, or when they thought she wasn't looking. All that hidden lust for their formidable Talent Scout came flooding out. Fingers pinched between lips, shrieking out whooping whistles befitting some over exaggerated anti sexual harassment instructional video. Big mean hands thumped together in sharp, ringing claps. A dozen and more pairs of dark, bead eyes roamed all over her. How many of them had dreamed of something like this? The lofty Roulette tarted up and paraded out before them? All of them, All of them. They yelled and shouted, but all of it blended into one big wall of misogyny and noise. Intimidating, no doubt. It was now some of the weaker willed Starlets began to get shaky, as such Jamal had long since learned to always stay a few steps behind. Stepping in smooth 'n easy, well-practised motions sunk his fingers into that tied back bun of her hair. Gripping it solidly, palm cupping the lower dip of her head, nestling in at the tip of her neck. Pushing forward, his other took her hip - undoing the sassy stance she'd copped. The first of many agency stripping actions they'd put up on her. She was Roulette no more, she was Veronica Sinclair no more. She was just another bitch, now. "Move." He grunted, hard and steely into her ear.

Marching her right on up into the middle of all them thug niggas, six or more to her right and the same to her left. Fanning out in a tight, shallow semi-circle as they all stooped in to get an eyeful of all that fuckmeat. "Yo! BIDG Fam', we got a real special somethin' for all y'all niggas today!" Jamal began, projecting his voice outward. He wasn't talking to her, but the cameras. Normally she'd be stood at the other side of all the lights and greedy, cold recording equipment. This time though, it was her who'd be sacrificed in the interest of making easy money. "Maybe you don't know who this bitch is--" He continued, wrangling his cruel grip in her hair about to make her head shake. Ragdolling her mildly, just to be a brutish show-off, flexing his complete control of her body right now. "-- but this hoe... Shit, she been feedin' us all them girlies you payin' big dollas to watch us fuck up. Ahahaha, today though the Mistress gon' play the Whore. Ain't dat right, baby? Introduce yo'self." He sneered, leering a bright but ugly right just inches away from her face. "Yea bitch!" SLAP! A large black hand clapped down to smack across her stomach, swatting it hard; roaming around to grip 'n claw at her bare middle. Just messing with her. "Think of all them stupid ass hoes you done brought up in here! I know you taught 'em they lines- Made 'em say the fuckin' Pledge. Lemme hear you say dat shit!" The aggressive Krew nigga near enough barked at her. "She don't got the guts, nigga..." Said another, a third. Who just slapped his sweaty grip about her face, sharp stinging CLAP ringing out. Snagging her chin, forcibly making her turn to the side to look at him. Thumb and forefinger denting in her cheeks, before that thick stubby digit toyed over her lips-- then plunged on inside. CLAPCLAPCLAP! Smacking her face with the rest of his fingers 'n palm. "Dis bitch ain't gonna last a half hour, tellin' you." More of them mauled at her tits, groping and digging up those perky jugs. Ass paddled by palms, thong bottoms invaded; fingers jabbing themselves in places rough and dry.

The nasty Krew nigga assaulting her face just snorted, stepping back to let her speak. "Say them fuckin' words, then we gon' fuck you up. End yo' ass." They were going hard, sure. But it was totally all just for the camera...!
Roulette had watched this scene, or variations on it, play out so many times without so much as batting an eye; it was scripted, it was acted-out, it was just one more part of the 'product' she was contributing to. Girls grabbed and manhandled and presented to hungry eyes and grabbing hands like so much stock-flesh at a cattle market, compelled to utter the phrase that might as well have been signing away their right not to consent to anything that might happen in the subsequent hours. It was one thing to look in on the performance from the shadows behind the cameras and the lights and the closing ring of stud-meat, secure and remote; it was quite another to be the object of that commingled desire and derision, the subject of every jibe and catcall and provocation, the centre of their attention.

She loved it; loved it enough that she might have grown weak at the knees had not Jamal's hands and quickly the invading paws of every other male present done the work of steadying her. The moment of weakness past soon enough. Physically, at least, she knew that she was a cut above the parade of aspirants she'd cajoled, assured, and misdirected into the Studio's clutches, toned and firm in all the right places, able to hold her own against... one, two, maybe three of them? If she'd not played along as Jamal thrust her forward and into the jaws of the trap, if she hadn't already been surrounded, if she wasn't already writhing against rough hands and invading fingers and callous thugs to whom her luscious body was just another toy to be put to use in their own mass gratification.

Wasn't that was she was here for?

Twisting her mouth free of the invading digit, rolling her hips and shoulders against the press of bodies around and against her, feeling hands jam themselves inside the scanty fabric of her bikini and piece my piece peel it away from her, baring firm C-cups and her exquisitely cleft rump and the neatly-trimmed triangle of ink-dark hair framing her sex, she managed to force the demanded words from her lips, mouthing obscenities that, maybe, would reach the microphones and not just the ears of the nearest and most eager thugs in the layers of grinding bodies around her:
Thugs , Oh damn! Every bitch put their own slant on it, but after hearing all of Roulette's new hires utter out that vile phrase it sounded so damn satisfying coming from the Hoe Wrangler's own mouth. Sure, they had a nickname for her. Not one they'd ever say to her face, at least before now. After this? Shit, Roulette wasn't gonna be able to walk anywhere close to the Studio without being heckled. Lusty moment of bad decision making or not, giving herself up to the Krew was a fateful error. One she'd either just own, and roll with or forever simmer in abject shame; either way, the BIDG niggas were gonna pipe that Half-Chinese ass real rough 'n nasty. But, those sin dripped words purring out all breathy and hedonistic from her lips? If the Krew had been boiling over with latent sexual-rage, then she just made the pot bubble over. They literally growled out; lips curling back, bright white teeth flashed, eyes bright with something real dangerous. The lithe, toned business woman disappeared from the cameras view for awhile as the BIDG niggas just closed on in. Literally enveloping her in arms, hands and big brawny dark-skinned bodies. All their size and strength crushing up around her, the Krew fought to grope her curves, or grapple her body. A literal overload of randy 'hood nigga and their apeish behaviour. Grunts and snorts, barking out words presumably but the short, clipped slurs sounded like little more than some bestial gurgle. Fat, callous skinned fingers just made her body theirs. Swarming her, smothering her even. In all the chaos, those glasses she wore for some 'cover' were all but swept away. The two needles pushed through her bun unplucked, the perfectly moulded ball of hair left to sag out of shape some. It was all about destroying her self-image, she knew that - she knew that all too well.

SHLOK! SHLOK! SHLOK! SHLOK! SHLOK! Wet churned up throaty gurgles were anything but voluntary. As one nigga stood in centre stage tall and proud, looming over Roulette who slumped down on her knees. An uncaring handing gripped the top of her head, steadying that face into position. All so he might just punch his dick down her throat, driving the obscene length of fat black nigga-dick like he hated her clean down her gullet. Bulging her throat out, nuts battering off her chin as lean dark crotch whipped to 'n fro - narrowly missing smashing her nose. "The fuck-- Useless fuckin' slut! STROKE THAT DICK!" Another to her side, his own disgustingly oversized black knob grabbed up in a gloved hand. Howling at her to stop being so damn overwhelmed at being face-raped, and to wank him off! Behind her the rest all stood, idly stroking themselves to maintain those lethal weapons. Their joint stink was heady; sweaty, virile dick and real fuckin' nigga. All combined into a foggy miasma of bitch-brain melting perfection. "I told you...! This stuck-up cunt ain't shit!" Chimed in one of the waiting Krew, the same black sleaze who'd freely smacked her about. SHLOK! SHLOK! SHLOK! SHLOK! SHLOK! "Nigga-- Bitch chokin' a nigga's dick like she supposed too- the fuck you wantin' her to do? We knew 'n she knew dis weren't gonna be no professional shit. We just gonna waste this bitch, nigga. Tccccccch." Sneered the one so casually gouging her gullet out into a whole new shape, and purpose.
Roulette was no prude, no stranger to sex or even to exploiting her looks and appeal for her own gain; she moved in questionable circles, after all, in markets grey and black, and if a subtle shift in manner, posture, body language, or phrasing, a double-entendre that might have been unintentional, a decision to wear this dress rather than that one to a meeting with a particular associate, could secure for her a better deal? She wasn't above such machinations; she wasn't so proud that she was unwilling to put her looks to work for the sake of her bottom line.

Nor was she a stranger to sucking cock; not every relationship in her life was business-like, transactional, and rare was the man who didn't enjoy having a gorgeous (if she did say so herself) half-Chinese woman go down on him. That was nothing like this, though, nothing like the brutal pistoning of a throbbing stick of fuckmeat in and out of her throat, past her quickly-bruising lips and her teeth that she had to keep her jaw jammed awkwardly wide open if she wanted to keep them clear of that relentlessly thrusting cock; she had no illusions as to the disapproval that would be expressed if she got careless with them and grazed a cock with teeth rather than slick, hot, pliant mouth-flesh. She struggled to keep up with the barrage of the bodies, the onslaught of instructions, hands grabbing at parts of her and guiding them to their work, a cock quickly in each hand that she did her best to squeeze and stroke at; it would've been easier if the two of them had settled into a shared rhythm, either between the pair of them or including the thug who was so mercilessly cramming his dick down her gullet, but each of the three had his own pace, demanding her attention to it. Deliberately, she was sure; they might look and sound brutish, but that were well-heeled in the acts of debasement and carnal torment.

Glasses gone, string bikini yanked violently away from her and surely lost and ruined (another reason to wear it over one of her classier dresses), mouth and hands busy with cocks; it wasn't long before she felt hands pawing at her ass cheeks, grabbing at her hips, a figure squatting down half-behind, half-beside her to force a hand between her thighs and a pair of fingers between the dark-furred lips of her already drooling snatch. It made her moan, sent her hips bucking once, involuntarily, drew her focus away from the cock she was gorging herself on and the other two she was pumping furiously at; prompting another chorus of complaints and derision and certain declaration that she wasn't worth shit. Not that any such disappointment stopped them at all, oh no.
Thugs, For awhile- a good long while the Krew just did her like that. Over and over, relentlessly. FTHWOP! FTHWOP! FTHWOP! FTHWOP! FTHWOP! The first nigga to dig out her tonsils was by no means the last, head tilted to meet him. Aggressive 'n insisting hand yanking her face to be perfectly poised to meet every single thrust he nailed out. Minutes blended into a never-ending Hell of strong, black crotch swinging at her face like it meant to harm her. Face-fucked, but the moment he got bored another just took his place. Pretty face wrenched this way, and pounded on into just as strong, more and different Krew niggas stepping up to berate her. Snap at her like she was a disobedient slave in need of a good reprimand. It was just so... BIDG? A gang of ornery, muscle-bound niggas; each of them mired in tattoos, exuding the kind of attitude people expected and then cranked up another level. Porno-niggas, all aggression and putting a bitch in her place. They shouted at her, slapped her face, smacked her tits, clapped that ass and her cunny. Malicious hands just did as they pleased, freely flooding the formerly intimidating and strong Underground heavyweight like she'd been bought in as a sex toy. Hands shoved at the back of her head, forcing her to sheath this dick, and that dick down to it's fuckin' root. They laughed at her, the whole lot of them cackled with a real sick sorta glee. Debasement, that's their game. And shit, if they weren't Grand Master at it. Minutes ticked by into an hour, and beyond. To them? Hardly any time went by at all. When having fun, and all that, right?

Shlorrrrrppp! Dragged back off the umpteenth dick she'd been "made" to throat, thick foamy strands of her spit mixed with multiple niggas prenut clung for a moment. Bowing down, only to snap and further make her a filthy mess. SLAP! Jamal brought his hand clean across her face, a strong open-palmed strike. "Guess we gonna have to find us a new 'Talent Scout' huh baby? I think you done wit' that shit. Stupid fuckin' slut." He snarled out at her, all the pent up tension he'd sat on for a year plus coming out right then and there. Pushing her head back by the forehead, the balls of his palm pressing hard. Squeezing her down into a low, folded knee. Back bent, shoulders arching past her heels, face turned up flat. The big Boss nigga stepped on over her. Dick in hand, angled downward. Easing into a shallow squat, he drove himself back on down inside. Impaling that already raped raw throat with his, by now, rather infamous veiny black knob. A fat, meaty vein webbed fuckin' anaconda that saw to demise of countless Strong, Important, Self-Reliant woman. Til they met him, anyway. Bracing against his knees, the BIDG main man just laid out slow, hellish deep thrusts. THOK! ... THOK! ... THOK! ... THOK! ... THOK! "You keep them eyes on up at me, woman. You look me in the fuckin' eyes and know the niggas face who made you what you is now." He growled out low and firm. She wasn't just being dicked or fucked. She was getting fucked in every sense of the word.
Roulette felt his fingers curls through her hair and press against her scalp, her skull, like there were little shocks of lightning from his fingertips, making her body jolt and twitch at his very touch. Her dark eyed locked onto his as he oh so deliberately buried himself root-deep in her ravaged throat, claiming it, using it beyond all the use and abuse she'd offered it up for so far. Was the whole of her oral ravaging going to make it into the final release? She knew that other girls had been face-fucked for an hour-plus in their own scenes, only to have that hour-plus of facial abuse cropped down to twenty-some minutes in the version posted to the website. The other three-quarters of an hour of throat demolition? That had just been face-fucking for the sake of face-fucking. And then Jamal's cock went especially deep into the gaping, cock-swabbed passage of her throat, and the presence of mind to think ahead to such frivolities abandoned her.

Behind and beneath the body of the Lead Casting Director, Executive Producer, Director, King Of All He Surveyed who was currently impaling her face on his prick, the rest of her body was a wanton display, slick with perspiration, reddening here and there from the uncaring impacts of open palms across her skin, muscles taut and trembling. Her thighs were spread wide, reflexively, showing off the assembled Krew her drooling snatch and evident, unsatiated arousal; there was a parallel, too, between the emerald dragon that snaked its serpentine way across her leg, back, and shoulder, and their own assortment of tribal ghetto tattoos. Not that she was in a position to appreciate that parallel, that symmetry; not that she was in a position to do anything at all, 'cept gurgle and choke and force out half-muffled moans as she got mercilessly fucked in da head.
Thugs, Even some of the Krew looked slightly nervous, this was... grim. This wasn't just a porno, or a cheap skin flick to make some money. It was that, and then it was something more still. The culmination of Office Politics that had been brewing in BIDG; disgruntlement over how much she took off the top, bereavement on how she conducted herself with no deference to who actually did the hard work, a growing rumour Roulette was hoarding money and gathering clout with the girls to hold BIDG.com ransom unless she was written in as a Partner. From there? Likely complete control. Still with the intentions of BIDG being BIDG, there would be no difference in their content. Just less Jamal Kendall at the helm, and more Veronica Sinclair. Any aspirations both real or imaginary were put to rest as that solid slab of black cock just punched itself into her gullet. Again, and again, until-- "Hnnnngfuck!" Jamal whipped himself free, shoving her on down to the floor in a sweaty, dick-drunk mess. It wasn't on-script to blow so soon but, damn he had a message to nail home. No one fucks with Jamal, no one schemes against BIDG.com . Didn't matter if she was or wasn't truly up to mischief. The set went real quiet as the Founding Partner of the grody porn studio soaked his would-be rival in jizz. Standing over her, shooting recklessly to scatter his nut without any real aim or care.

End of movie? Hell no! They did take a short break, if only to mop Roulette up from the worst of Jamal's thick gluey nut. But more so he could deliver some new instructions to the Krew, there were gonna crank this shit up. Not that they were gonna go soft on her, but any pretences of not fucking her like she were just cheap meat were thrown out the window. BLAT! BLAT! BLAT! BLAT! BLAT! Jamal was gone, he had some paperwork to file and Lawyers to call. A hasty change in role of employment was needed, and Roulette's own legal team to be addressed. BLAT! BLAT! BLAT! BLAT! BLAT! Violent strikes knocked out a deep, flat smack of hips. One Krew nigga stood with her ankles in his hands, lifting those toned legs on up high 'n spread. Thigh-high boots looked just perfect being displayed as they were, hooker boots through and through. Feet rocked 'n rolled, thighs quaked as the snarling brute of a Black man just shoved himself into her ass. "Hnnnff! Hnnnnf!" Face twisted up into a mix of anger and real, unbridled lust. Hulking dark-skinned body dwarfing her, leaning in over her folded up figure. Not giving a fuck for anything but blowing that asshole out to ruination. But, also crammed deep into their latest slut's backtwat was the nigga she was sat on. He perched on the edge of the gambling table, leaning back onto his elbows. Her ass skewered down deep on a second turgid fucklog; girthy 'n long as any other of the Krew. Stirring some as hips churned below her, pinned down under her weight and homeboy's absolute anus raping hammering. The rest of the BIDG Krew were back in, standing about in a loose spread. Whistling, whooping. Jeering at Roulette, egging the two sunk balls deep in her ass to break that bitch harder. And they were just warming up...
Roulette could feel, could practically hear, her hips creaking, the tendons and muscles in her legs shrieking, as she was bent almost in two, the toned abdomen and firm, muscular chest of the man beneath her a solid surface against which she was pushed back, bent, and near enough broken, the man atop and in front of her clutching at her ankles and pushing her legs back 'til her feet were almost behind her head. To say nothing of the waves that rolled through her from the relentless double-fucking they were inflicting on her asshole, cocks lubed up with little more than her own spit before they'd been thrust into her, one, two, and then gone mercilessly to work. She was no blushing ingenue to claim that this was a first time she'd had a cock up her ass, nor was she a stranger to partners who liked to play rough, but this? This was beyond anything she'd experienced. This wasn't about a man - or even men, plural - letting his enthusiasm get away from him in his lust for her shapely body, her wanton words, her alluring holes. This was a brutalising, a hatefucking, an exercise in finding her body's limits and pushing it to the very brink of them, inflicted on her by men who were experienced, jaded, unimpressed by her and unsatisfied with anything short of fuckin' ruining her.

Hadn't she sought this out? Hadn't she stripped down to scandalous slutwear, stepped forward, and declared, I want this?

The double-stuffing of her asshole left her dark-furred snatch drooling and her mouth vacant, hot breaths and gasped profanities escaping her one grimy syllable at a time, a wrenched-out fuck or shit in between a mosh-pit of moans and howls as they so untenderly broke her in. Her face was a sloppy mess, a load of greasy spunk busted over her to say nothing od the drool that had escaped down her chin and the make-up that had run in crumbly, streaky rivers down her cheeks, eyes alternating between bulging wide and screwed up tight as the commingling of carnal pleasure and brutality overwhelmed her, the dark coils of her hair half unwound from their bun and hanging dishevelled 'round her shoulders. And somehow, amidst it all, sweaty and sloppy and fucked, she found it in herself to force out a word that wasn't a reflexive obscenity:
Thugs, The mood on sent boiled up into a frenzy even outside of the two Negroid behemoths obliterating her asshole; double-fucking it at the height of their strength, railing both fat, black nigga-dicks on into a hole that ought to never be treated as such. They both snorted 'n snarled with lips curled back, baring teeth like the feral beasts they'd willfully become. The rest of the Krew who pressed in around all forgot their trepidation of how this was all turning out, there was fresh meat and how it writhed for them all. Her striffled gasps, strained coughs and that one word to seal her fate forever; More! Shrieks of excitement whooped back and forth, and asif her abusive treatment wasn't enough one of the bystanders grabbed up a handful of her hair, where a pristine bun of deep auburn hair sat pretty now completely sundered by the forceful actions of a brutish Black porno-stud. Much like the rest of her! Hair spilling out, unwound from her own style but quickly coiled about the same hand that dishevled it, wrapping up tight to yank her head around to one side - neck strained too, amplifying the already painful degradation being unleashed. SMACK SMACK SMACK! Whacking her clean across the face with his turgid, musk-riddled fucktool; another oversized slab of swollen black dick. Beating her cheek till it sting with a fresh glow of tender pink. But, all that was just precursory teasing before the savage pried open her jaw and shoved himself straight down to the fuckin' hilt. GLUK! The rest crowded in tighter, freely swing themselves about to batter and slap at any patch of sweaty pale skin they could. All of it caught on camera, the abject collapse of Madame Roulette, the woman would try to take BIDG by coup. Utterly fucked beyond oblivion.

Niggas swapped 'n shuffled, tilting her hips this way and that but 'poor' Roulette was double buttfucked for an egregiously long time. No doubt it came of come as something of a mercy when they grabbed her by arms, head and whatever else. Hauling her back down to the floor, given less than a few seconds to catch her breath before those next in line to get theirs swooped in a sick flavour of rabidity. Sweaty hands snatched her, literally hauled her across the floor. Legs and feet left to drag over the dirty set floor. "Dumb bitch, the fuck you think was gonna happen? You don't mess with niggas like us!" One of her assaults snapped out, grubby hands grabbing at an armpit and elbow. "Nigga-- You think a woman ever gon' get the best of Jamal? C'mon, that motherfucker been pimpin' tricks like this fo' years." Said another, voice ringing with laughter towards the end. They all laughed at that, even as she was pulled along to drape across the next lucky son of a bitch to jam dick into her. Untouched cunt got a real cock shock, aggressive grabs scooped her hips on up; then jammed her on down to sit impaled up on one Krew nigga. Made to take it all flush in one destructive motion. In all but a few blurry seconds plenty more were on her, fucked loose asshole replugged up with a bloated hot pythonic darkie fucklog. No doubt she wasn't nearly as tight as she had been, but that ass wasn't gonna get a chance to recover. Punched up into quick. Wrists grabbed, body ragdolled left to right as two greedy, demanding Blacks fought to get her hands where they belonged; packed full of black cock. "You might'a be a good bitch for us 'n said the BIDG pledge but c'mon... Smart piece of cunt like you? Bet you got more shit to say before we fuckin' end you." Growled out another, dirty palm clutching the back of her neck; tilting her head back so those watery, distant eyes looked right back on up at him.
Roulette's snatch might have been drooling greedily, but it was unprepared - she was unprepared - for the sudden, merciless, utterly unconcerned intrusion of a thick Black cock between her pussy lips and all the way to the hilt inside of her. Maybe she'd have cried out, had the preceding who-the-fuck-knew-how-long of asshole-sundering double-fucking not driven all the breath from her lungs, left her chest aching (among other parts of her) and her throat ragged; maybe she'd have fought to put together enough presence of mind and recover enough breath to snarl out an answer to the challenge deposited on her like one more cock-slap or faceful of spunk, had one more cock not lodged itself balls-deep in the hole that two had already pushed to breaking point. It might have been a small mercy, even, if that brutal double-reaming of her back door had left her loose enough for this new impalement to be somewhat bearable...

...But Roulette was finding out that this wasn't a night for mercies, small or otherwise.

And that suited her just fine, as she lifted her face to meet the gaze of the man clutching at the back of her neck and the base of her skull, eyes watering, vision a blurry mess as she squinted up at him and snarled out a husky answer through a mouth that was as much grimace as sloppy, fuck-drunk smile.

"D'you want me to talk shit at you, or d'you want me to suck your big Black fuckpole down my throat?"

She didn't give him a chance to answer, diving forward with lips parted to gorge on the swollen tip of him and then swallow as much of his thickness past lips and tongue and into the cock-savaged depths of her throat as she could. Opera-gloved hands tightened around dark cocks and started to pump, rhythmically, expertly; her hips started to rise and fall and were met by savage, brutal thrusts into her fucked-out ass and still-tight cunt, Roulette the sixth body at the dead centre of a well-oiled, five-man fuck machine, her hands and her holes reduced to meat with one purpose and one purpose alone: satisfying, gratifying, Black dick. Dimly under the assault of those hole-devastating pricks and the clamour of hoots, hollers, jeers, and obscenities around her, thoughts danced through her head, of how, once this all was over, once her world was more than a ceaseless assault on every part of her body at once, she'd find strings to pull, angles to work, loopholes to thread her way through.

But until they were done with her, until they'd plundered her body for every scrap of amusement it could offer and discarded her like a used condom, the only way out was through.
Thugs, No doubt the gratuitous mayhem was coming close to its summit. Skinny white hips paddled to and fro by a mean spirited nigga above 'n below, bucked on by her own volition too. Hard, uncaring thrusts gouged their way on in; crating that already drilled deep 'n bust open ass all over again. The intensity less, but the sheer shame of being able to take someone like a Krew nigga with such ease burned hotter. Twat shattered about it's own invader. Thick black dick punching upward, literally lifting her hips off the ground by a inch or two. THWAP- SMACK! Both of the brawny, hate fuelled Negros savaging their way with her felt nothing but grim satisfaction at each and every violent collide of their bodies. Sweat only making each dire impact ring with a wet staccato clap, overruling the dull knock of solid muscle and dark-skin aggressively beating against lean, pale curves. All of it cranked out before the tasteless, intentionally insulting backdrop of kitschy chinese decor. Dim lighting pooling over the sight; Madame Roulette servicing five ghetto-brutes. Trapped between their larger, bulkier bodies; glimpses and flickers of white skin as the gangbang unfolded. Two powering away against her over fucked asshole, or opening up that tight cunt to but a taste of what was to come. More still leaned in close, hands slipped up 'n down dicks sloppy with her own spit or their sweat. Men who had no minutes ago been party to something truly sadistic, yet she'd begged them for it all the same. The fifth just sneering with smug contempt, resting a hand on the back of her head but for show only... Shit, if it wasn't better when a bitch just made a whore out of herself. Ducking, diving down that dark-skinned anaconda, headless of its size; how the bloated crown scraped its way down her gullet, or the vein shot shaft was just way too damn big to me chugging down with any kind of dignity. Yet, away she went. The rest of the Krew watched on, hungry eyes and hungrier needs on full display. She could think about soldiering on to the end but... that end wasn't anywhere close in sight. They had the numbers and grit to gangfuck this would-be powermonger till she was little more than a brain fried, jizzed up fuckrag.

On and on, relentless as they were known to be. Head snatched this way, and that way. White skin glowing red 'n pink, everywhere from the back of her thighs to the cheeks of her face. Slapped, smacked 'n abused; palms thrashed off bounding curves, or swatted her bent back, caught her across the chin. All in between this nigga or that nigga just grabbing her in hand and shoving yet another swollen out, angry as fuck n****r-dick down where it damn pleased. Asshole reamed out; cunt bust open, left gaping wide; jaw fucked to the point of agony. Fucked, slapped and ground down from the whip smart business woman she had been, to whatever she was now. Delusional in thinking she had recourse, or utterly succumbed to what Jamal and his Krew had in store. Hours upon hours of of corded Black muscle bunching up hard, an obscene amount clogging up Roulette. Smothering her, surrounding her, seemingly without end to their terminal desire to fuck her till she broke. Not in body, but mind The wild if not sick cacophony of a dozen thug-niggas taking their turn culminated in the lot of them standing about their latest 'actress'. Her face, as sloppy and worn out as the rest of her, yanked up by one close by holding her hair like reigns. Face brought up, nothing less than a receptacle as the Krew finished her off. Countless thick gluey strands of dense, gungy spunk shot off. Splattering across her face at first, quickly layering her deeper and deeper in musk drenched jizz. Deep growly snorts, all so bestial and animal ripped out from her conquerors in turn, a much earned money shot from each of them; blasting her face like a fuckin' riot hose. Left to linger, the absolute sin and debauchery all plainly painted across her face. There was no escaping the truth now, she'd tried to pull a powermove on BIDG and got herself gangfucked as a result.

"We ain't done with you... Boss got somethin' extra special planned for ya. Ahahaha- C'mon, get this bitch movin'." Snapped out one of the many standing beside or behind her.
Roulette shuddered, writhed, choked, struggled, and savoured her way through the next-closest-thing-to-rape interracial gang bang, her body a plaything, a ragdoll to be manhandled from one exhibitionistic pose or camera-friendly contortion to the next, fucked and filled every which way and then some. She lost track of time, of how many cocks she'd had jammed into each of her holes - had they double-stuffed her cunt at one point, or was it the sheer number of forearm-thick Black pricks they'd crammed into her snatch, fucking her relentlessly one after another, that had left it throbbing between fucked-out numbness and a burning, over-used ache? She lost track of how they were manipulating her, dragging her this way and that, shifting her from her knees to her back to - fuck, did they have her upside-down, opera-gloved hands braced against the floor and booted toes pointed at the ceiling as one of the squatted, thrust himself into her ravaged throat, fucked her 'til his balls were bouncing off her nose and forehead?

Her eyes glazed over as something in her was severed, her mind peeling away from the carnal onslaught upon her body, grasping hands and flailing limbs and grinding hips working on autopilot, seeking the next round of pulsing, mahogany-dark cocks, fitting herself into the next position, the next framed obscenity. Plans and power plays and neatly-plotted routes from her present predicament to her self-assured place atop this pile of grime and debauchery wove themselves together behind her glassy thousand-yard stare; her mouth worked mindlessly to suckle on anything that was brought within a head's turn of it, or else babbled pornographic profanity, epithets and obscenities and self-degrading demands surging from her in a Tourette's-syndrome torrent that was only stemmed by the shoving of another Black cock into the raspy depths of her whore mouth.

If she was aware of the bukkake session that was her scene's penultimate act, of being set on her knees and her face propped back and a veritable torrent of greasy spunk being unleashed upon her, to coat her face and seep into her hair, to spray across her tongue and turn the filthy words emerging from her mouth into a gluy of bubbles and choking liquid noises, to drip from her once-proud features to her collarbone, her beasts, her shapely shoulders... if any of that registered, well, 'Madame' Roulette was running on autopilot at that point, awareness and dignity both abandoned as she played the part of the perfect pornographic semen receptacle, reduced to a thing by hour upon hour of fucking and this final face-blasting, made something less than human as she retreated into herself.

"Somethin' extra special planned," they'd said? She tottered dizzily on booted feet as she was half-steered, half-carried toward a halfway screened corner of the studio, dumped on her back to gaze up emtpy-headed at the figure that loomed above her. Fingers worked desperately at her snatch, her bush a tangle damp with a commingling of sweat and her own wanton arousal, spreading her things and parting her bruised pussy lips to expose the brutalised pink within; she heard a sound somewhere between an animal moan and a mindless giggle, was aware, on some level, that it was her throat that the shameful noise and the equally shameful torrent of gutter-tier dirty talk was emerging from...
Thugs, Another fine day at the Office for the Krew, their part was done. The stuck-up Madame Roulette gangbanged down into a dull eyed mess, sharp tongue so ready to lash out attack now did nothing but mewl for more; near enough dribble out delirious porno-chatter. Dragging her like she were a sack of refuse once more, this time over to where the Boss Nigga waited. "Right here." Finger pointing at a spare bit of ground, as there wasn't even as much as cheap flooring or any kind of dressing to make this look pretty. Cold, dirty concrete flooring, now occupied by her near enough limp self. Usually that would be scene; another flick ready to be edited, cleaned up and published for sale. But not with this bitch, oh no. She posed a threat- or had posed a threat, now she'd serve as a message to anyone else who tried to weasel their way on into control of his company. Looming over her he did, standing tall and proud in every way. Weak lighting only made it look all the more severe; imposing Blackman towering high, at his feet a gangfucked white woman. "You don't get off that easy..." The big man snarled out, loud enough to be heard.

Credits began to roll, usually on a still shot slide of the movie but not this time. Just out of focus Jamal's huge self churned out a slow, deep fuck; big dick digging its way on into Roulette. Broad back worked; muscle bunching beneath dark chocolate skin. Sweat only adding a lurid sheen to the starkly intimate moment- though it wasn't one of love, but a devious nigga making sure a bitch knew her place. At least she would in a few weeks time. Malicious barebacking, even though all was just blurry enough to be background to the stream of names, titles and mentions scrolling up over the final cut. That didn't detract from how those toned, white thighs hugged about the british Negros middle. Elbows set either side of Roulette's head, hard gazed locked onto her disgusting face loaded with spent spunk. She looked tragic, a far cry from her usual controlled poise. The reality of thinking she was better than the women they churned out for profit, or better than them laid out for all to see. Flat on her back, the worst of all the Krew on top of her body quite plainly setting out breeding her cunt. No love, just an unmitigated need to conquer. Twop! Twop! Twop! Twop! Twop! Twop! Steady reports clapped out, strong black skinned hips swinging down to deliver his sordid scheme to undermine her forever more. She'd struggle to continue to be the strong minded, independent woman with his kid to worry about. Even if she never had it, everyone would know. Roulette got herself gangbanged at BIDG.com, and knocked up by the most infamous nigga of them all. Thick frothy slop clung to the bloated out fucklog digging around in her cunny, workin' and churnin' to stretch the bitch out good. Potent nut spent deep inside worked up into a gross bubbled mess as Jamal slung it in and out, to and fro.

Starlet: Brigitte Lindholm.

Co-Stars: The BIDG Krew.

Content Warning: Gangbang, Raceplay, Breeding.

All involved are 18+


Brigitte took a slow, deep breath. Then another. And another. The young Swede still couldn't really believe where she was, what she was about to do. How did she even agree to this in the first place? Her memory of the proposal and audition was still a blur, and all she could really remember was that she took the job in complete sobriety, and felt one hell of a rush when she signed the contract. What was she thinking?! This had to be the most reckless, irresponsible thing she had ever done in her young life - Papa would kill her if he ever found out. But that only served to further fuel the young woman's brimming anticipation. She leaned forward, staring herself down in the mirror, her plush lips slightly agape as she looked herself over in awe. Never in her life had she been so dolled up! A tomboy through and through, Brigitte looked like a completely different person with dark, thick mascara, smoky eye shadow, and a deep purple lipstick coating her plump kissers. It was unreal.

Ready as she'd ever be, Brig pushed herself up from the desk, blew a kiss to her reflection, and spun around to the door. It wasn't just her face which was done up, of course. Brigitte's pale skin was flaunted by black lace lingerie, with a push-up bra hefting her already ample bust and an unbelievably scant thong failing utterly to cover her ass. It might as well have been nothing, around back, as all that could be seen was a meagre slip of fabric clinging to her pussy and two teeny tiny strings riding her hips before vanishing into the valley of her doughy cheeks. From there, Brig's pale, thick thighs were exposed, with tight, sheer black stockings biting into the supple skin halfway up past the knee. Her entrance onto the set was preceded by the telltale click of her heels, the absurdly impractical stilettos enforcing an unavoidable 'fuck me' walk upon the pretty white girl. She looked the part, she walked the part. All that remained was for her to act the part. Another deep, calming breath, then a bright, eager smile, and the director motioned for everyone to get into position. The cameras were just about to be rolling.
Thugs, BitchesInDaGhetto.com was a young, amateur outfit; typically shooting their films out on the street, legal or not. They were daring, risky, gonzo and popular. But the owners decided to rent a studio proper, but only on the back of signing someone famous to do a shoot. Not a famous porn star, a famous straight. Emails were sent out en mass, and all but a very few came back as a resounding No. Of those few, they thinned down the selection to Brig and a few others, but she took the spot after a little negotiation. Initially it was just a porno, two or three guys; taking turns. Softcore for BIDG, but to weed out those less into the idea the ante had been upped. Four guys, five, eight... more still. Fourteen vetted, tested, professional Black studs. The biggest dicks in the industry, all rage and sexual aggression. Tattoos, piercings; they looked mean. They all stood naked, waiting for Brig. Dicks on hard, thick and throbbing. Angry veins jutting out against solid, swollen shafts.

They whistled and whooped, catcalls flooded at her when she appeared from backstage. On her arrival to the set, one of the front most Thugs swung a hand down to issue a loud sharp clap. KRAK! Swatting her exposed backside, not giving a fuck for the consequences. Dark fingers digging into to squeeze her meaty buns. He leaned in, lips coming to hear ear and the brute snarled. "I'm gonna fuck yo' ass pregnant, bitch. You feel me? Me 'n da boyz... We fuckin' you straight retarded." Another Thug leaned in from the other side, clutching her chin in his palm. Should she try and look at the man who'd so disgustingly hissed at her, he whipped her face back central to the camera. "We rapin' yo' skank-ass fo' hours, ho. Hours. Ahahaha!" The director did nothing to stop them at all, he gave the signal and motioned for Brig to... read off a teleprompter?

Brigitte had taken every precaution she could think of to steady herself, to stay calm and keep a brave face for the camera. Then she felt a sudden, searing hand-print embedded on her ass with a loud, careless clap that sent the doughy victim reeling, wobbling vividly in the wake of such a powerful blow. It was enough to make a lesser woman squeal, but Brig was tough - it was one of the reasons she managed to get this job - and bore through the surprising jolt of pain with no more than clenched teeth and a pretty little grunt. Her cheeks, though, they quickly turned pink, and her wide brown-eyed stare flickered uneasily about the crowd gathered around all waiting to fuck her when the two nearest to her wove those wickedly exciting words in her head. God, what was she doing!? Never in her life had she felt this nervous, yet at the same time, Brigitte felt more liberated than ever before.

Steeling herself, Brig pursed what had been puckered purple lips and set her sights firmly on the camera's lens. There she was, scantily clad and surrounded by a gang of hung, hunky black studs, camera rolling. All eyes were on her, and in another week, thousands--maybe even millions more would be watching. She swallowed, bounced her attention briefly from the camera and up to the chiselled thug whose hand was clutching her chin, then centred her stare back on the lens. Without need for a prompt, Brigitte Lindholm blindly reached out to the two horny studs flanking her and took a careful hold of each one's massive, eager length. A gentle squeeze, then a slow stroke which rode all the way to the base and back again. "I'm Brigitte Lindholm..." Before that line, there was the smallest chance her makeup might serve as some modest means to disguise herself from the world. Not anymore. Dropping her name felt invigorating. "...and I am a n****r-dick loving slut." Those soft, pale hands were so small compared to the turgid beasts they were wrapped around, but they worked over either shaft with practised, deliberate motions. Each one stroked from stem to stern and back again, and as Brig grew emboldened, she started to twist her palms around each n****r's dick, stroking up and down and around the pair of big black slabs. "I live to serve my Black masters." That wasn't so bad, was it? Gleefully excited, Brig winked at the camera, then turned her head as best the strong-armed thug allowed, and spread her lips slowly into a saucy, eager smile.
Thugs, The air in the studio was tense. This was honestly the point where most women caved, the inclusion of their name was just too damning for them to handle. Made it too real, to close. But Brig just went with it, hit the ground running and clearly felt emboldened by her filthy admission. The men beside and behind her all rumbled, growling almost like beasts. Dicks twitched just that little bit more needy and hard, the Swede said the words and now... the game was on. The director gave the signal, and it began; they had a few scenes to do, a program list only known to them, not her. Beyond that, it was a free flow - these boys knew their job, and this wasn't their first or last bitch-ruining gangbang. The two men who'd accosted her pre-camera roll softened up, harsh fingers slipping away from her body... instead they stepped in hip to hip with her, tilting their crotches into those indulgent strokes. Was that all she had to do? Show a little self-immolating lack of dignity? There was a definite lull in the aggression, the one who'd clapped her ass instead palmed up and down her back. They stood there for a minute or two and then--

SNATCH! The hand on her back whipped up to the rear of her head, clutching up a handful of her hair and with a violent tug brought her body over; bent in the middle. Head snapped back, forced to press between her shoulder blades. The Thug who'd scrunched up her face placed a hand onto her upper spine, denying her any chance of straightening up; confirming that awkward, painful pose with her neck craned so. The camera could see her face clearly... and behind a third black Bull stepped in. TAK! Her thong brought by a single finger tugging on a hip string, the flimsy piece fell away- flicked away in disdain by her new aggressor. Both hands took her hips and-- THWOMP! His barely lubed dick knocked between those curvy cheeks, but a moment to tap on that back door before breaking an entrance. Every last bit thundered in, a single all mighty buck punched his lot into her guts with no prior warning. Wrenched open wide, drilled sickeningly deep. The muscle bound brute locked his grip down and put his back into absolutely murdering her asshole. CLUPCLUPCLUPCLUPCLUP! Rapid, violent strokes smacked it out; heavy nut sack punishing her neglected twat like they were married, and it had drank one too many beers; smacked about stupid.

"RAPE THAT BITCH!" "AHAHAA! END HER!" "CHOKE HER OUT AND DOUBLE THE SLUT!" and other such yells began to cry out, most of it even less pleasant than that. The Thug commanding her hair got jaw open, and to make matters worse he rammed his meat in. Bulging her cheek out obscenely far, tilting to shunt himself down into her gullet at an angle. Mean while the other batted and slapped his cock about her head, her face, up under her chin. Swapping to pump her gob to the brim with his own black bitch-tamer.
Brigitte felt a tremor of excitement tingling down her spine when came the sudden lull. It wasn't as if she expected things to go soft like this; she knew damn well what she had signed up for, and with fourteen big black studs in the room waiting to have a go at every one of her holes, 'soft' was entirely off the menu. There was no delusion, just anticipation. Brigitte didn't know when or even how it would happen, only that it would, for damn sure, be happening, and then, just when her guard was at its lowest, that was when they sprang it on her. A startled yelp burst past Brig's lips as she was forcefully doubled over, and although her first instinct was to struggle, she quickly tempered the reflex to after just a momentary lapse and one meagre effort to straighten up. She wasn't going anywhere of course, not even with the one ripped black thug holding her down, but with two? Not a chance. Wide, almost fearful eyes flicked upward, then flashed across the way to stare the camera right in its lens, as though the sight of it were some comfort to her. The knowledge that she was being filmed, that all of this was setup, took the edge off, reminded her every step of the way that she was playing a role and her foremost priority in her first foray into the 'film' industry was to make countless horny men around the globe bust a fat nut to the sight of Brigitte fucking Lindholm getting trashed by more than a dozen hoodlums with bigger, blacker dicks than her audience could ever hope to compete with.

It was frightfully exciting, so much so it took even Brigitte herself by surprise, but the pounding in her chest as her heart raced at a frenzied pace was a good feeling, and she couldn't seem to wipe the smile off her face. Oh, sure, it faded now and again. The pain in her scalp as one brutish thug gripped her thick, auburn mane and forced her head back, the indulgent smacks to her searing ass. She was still an amateur, after all, so her giddiness melted away to make way for a strained, pained expression on occasion. But never was it true that she wasn't thrilled, and it showed. Even when her smile broke down into a pained wince, Brigitte's voice carried a sweet, musical bounce with each and every gasp the brutal black bitch-breakers elicited. She was at her loudest when the third pent-up stud mounted her thick ass and slammed his way inside, crying out with a shrill, painful warble, but even that was quick to devolve into a breathy, heated moan as the relentless rutting pace quickly set in. Brigitte lurched forward as he claimed her hot little asshole, pale, meaty buns rippling against the tall dark stranger's powerful blows, tits visibly jiggling even despite the firm push-up bra. As much as any of them would have expected, Brigitte was no bicycle - at least not until today - and her body was tight, especially tight for the forearm-sized schlongs these ghetto n****rs were packing. It didn't take long for the stud reaming her out to break her in good, and Brig was quick to start panting, mewling helplessly as these horned up black hunks broke her in.

By the time the pair of peckers framing her flushed face for the camera were put to proper use, Brigitte's soft brown eyes were in a constant flutter. The pretty young Swede's brain was whirling, her eyes rolling back time after time, and dizzy beyond belief whenever she did manage to set her sights upon the camera again. It was hard to think, let alone to speak, unimaginably difficult to muster up even the simplest utterance beyond breathy, whorish moans when surrounded as she was, guzzling down the rich, virile scent of fourteen doses of raw masculinity. Helpless to do aught else but stare skyward at the no doubt grinning face looming over her while she noisily choked down one fat black dick after another, Brigitte's blurry gaze couldn't even keep track of who the hell it was she was sucking off. Number one, or number two? Or, fuck, had another one stepped in to ride her throat? The dolled up fucking snowbunny couldn't hardly tell them apart in the first place, how the hell could she expect to differentiate one from another now? Did she even have to? It didn't matter one bit, did it? Not to Brig. One black foot of cock was as good as the other, and she quickly shook such considerations from her mind, contenting herself just to focus on the job at hand and suck as hard as she could. It wasn't easy, not while taking a pounding, and sure as shit not with these thugs trading places all the time, but whenever she got the chance, whenever they drilled into her throat instead of just stretching out her cheek to show off the fucking obscenity of the white girl slobbering their big black knobs, she damn sure sucked like an eager, thirsting whore, hollowing those rosy red cheeks of hers out so they clung tightly to the throbbing black package occupying her slavering maw.
Thugs, The violent PLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAP of Thug-hips smashing off that ass dominated everything else, her sloppy gags and muted chokes. The sneering slurs and hateful insults hissed out at her through grit teeth. All of it completely overridden by the incessant, grimace worthy SLAPSLAPSLAPSLAP of her ass being torn up- not literally, despite their size and aggression these boys knew their craft. But a painful, hard pounding exploded right up Brig's asshole; raping her wide open, stabbing an obscenely big prick hard up into her core. Up front the Thugs changed over, swapping handfuls of hair and delivering their fat dicks down into her helpless mouth; fucking the sense right out of her, nothing but the sight of lean black skinned crotch swinging up close to her face. Dicks, dicks and more dick- all of them as nasty and cruel as the last, shoving in hard completely free of concern. Seeking only to further shame her, further grind her self esteem down into a pitiful shadow of it's former self. But it was only the warm up, the starter. They had hours to go, and her torture had only just started.

The painal mashed out, all the way til the big Thug busting her butt open hit his peak. Brig was yanked away from him, shoved down onto her knees. They slapped her, smacked her around. Not hard enough to draw blood, but she'd have bruises in the morning for sure. Enough to make her dizzy, make her head spin. Be totally unaware the big nigga who'd pummelled her ass raw. Dick shoved down to the root, full length buried into her gullet and right there he came. Hosing her throat down with this, creamy spunk. Nuts clenching, muscles twitching. A deep, manly groan rumbled out from him as he let loose, blowing his nut in her like she were a dumpster; a bin. "Awwwww yea... Na', you clean yo' Nigga-Massa's dick, bitch. C'mon, show me how bad you love this dick." He sneered, relinquishing control over to her. The camera zoomed in, and everyone in the room knew she'd suck that dick clean. Even Brig knew!

THOK! THUMP! THOK! THUMP! THOK! THUMP! Time passed by, but the brutal fucking was all the same. Ever escalating, getting worse and worse-- The Thugs hauled her sloppy self up onto the bed on set, one lay out beneath her on his back; dick impaling her well fucked-out ass. Another knelt between her thighs, his grip locked into the underside of her knees, pressing those strong milky-white thighs back against her now bare tits. Brig wore her ankles like they were earrings, bobbing around beside her head as he crashed down to gouge himself into her twat. Fuck rhythm, or making it look flashy for the wank-tards at home. The two niggas went at her as they licked, as hard deep and rapid as their hearts wanted. Fuck anyone else, specially the dizzy spunkslut trapped between them. "Gonna put a n****r baby in you, bitch! Ain't that what you want? A black baby to show yer Daddy, huh? Lemme hear you say that shit!" He rasped out in excitement and guttural pleasure- she had a nice tight cunt, one he genuinely hoped to knock the fuck up. Dicks shoved into it in an dire flurry, sawing away to work her holes over in completely abandon. The action behind filmed both at an angle to capture the double pen' perfectly square. catching every moment those two fat, black fuck-logs make a sick mockery of her body. Pussy stretched out to a disgusting degree, asshole red and puffy already. Another camera held by hand, looming right into their faces. Drinking up how a big black cock was busy bully around inside her mouth, shunting about to make her wretch and gurgle as the big brute wanted, others slapped 'n batted about idly. Though in wake of the question, the cock in her gullet whipped out free and came crashing down across her throat length ways. "Answer da nigga! He's yo' Master now! Hurry the fuck up, so I can get back to usin' your ugly fuck-ass face!" He man sneered with genuine malice.
Brigitte had long since been in a starry-eyed state. Her whole world a blur, dizzied as the gang of thugs rocked her world harder, faster, and more thoroughly than a girl like Brig could have imagined. Spit-soaked shafts pummelling her, pounding her body inside and out, Brigitte's head was spinning, and it didn't seem as though it would end any time soon. Quick as she slobbered on one black dick and polished off its knob of every ounce of spittle and spunk, another took its place, every bit as eager to blow its own thick, pungent mess in a place of that eager bull's choosing. Brigitte had no say in the matter, nor did she feel a need to shoulder such responsibility. The pasty white girl was more than happy to take her pounding like a champ, and just endure whatever the fourteen nut-slinging studs had in store for her. They were the professionals, after all; this was just her first rodeo.

But what a fucking rodeo it was! Brigitte gurgled out sloppy, wet moans from the bottom of her throat, stifled by a mouthful of dick more often than not, at times even going so far as to scream around one of those pent up titans. Her throat rumbled tirelessly, even as her cries became hoarse from the constant, crude use of that svelte Swedish fuck-tunnel. Everything Brig did seemed brought on by instinct, as there simply was no way the horny slut could muster up true, deliberate action while riding such a fearsome high as the one she got from getting off the endless tide of hung, horny ghetto-studs pining to breed her. What little clothes she strutted on set wearing were all but gone, torn from her buxom body, leaving nothing but those sheer, clingy stockings biting into her thick, milky thighs.

If not a veteran, Brig was damn sure willing to learn. Ever the obedient white girl, she sucked down a nigga's dick like her life depended on it when told, her pretty little head bobbing along at a frantic, fierce pace while she clumsily spun her tongue every which way around the thing's broad, jaw-dropping knob, polishing the smooth black pole to a mirror sheen. Suck? She did it. Moan? Did that too. Like a puppet, Brigitte recited every single line her aggressive black co-stars fed to her. “G'ooohhnn, yes! Knock me up, pound me full of n****r babies, Papa'll be so proud!” She whined, absolutely broken in by those massive, intoxicating dicks and carefree of all the consequences. Anything they wanted, she lived to serve. “G-gimme a beautiful black baby! I'm a fucking black cock slut, now! I'm your snowbunny from Sweden!”

Brigitte didn't have a care in the world for time or location, for who was doing what and where. Her entire world shrunk down to some stud slam-fucking her aching ass while another jack-hammered her smoking hot little cunt. One minute, she was on her back, blindly pawing at the face of whomever it was giving her the latest ass-blasting while her knees squashed her fat, jiggling tits harshly against her chest. The next she knew, they had her on her knees, forcefully bouncing atop a pair of studs gouging out her front and back doors alike, while Brigitte juggled two--no, three wrist-thick forearm-length nut-slinging cockslabs through a glassy, teary-eyed haze. From head to toe, Brigitte's body ached, the amateur nutslut's soft white curves marred pink from the harsh kiss of a n****r beating down on her with his palm, or clubbing her with their fucking stiffy. That hurt, but even those soon to be bruises didn't compare to the hot, exhausting ache felt in her throat, ass, and nubile snowbunny cunt.
Thugs, Steadily grunts and snarls of niggas busting a nut became more, and more frequent. They had a care about it though, while she was out on her back more than a handful took their turn to slam that cunt hard; then gush their thick, sticky virile seed into her young body. So pert and fertile, so ready to be knocked up beyond belief-- and who is the father? BitchesInTheGhetto.com of course! They had a growing niche for pregnant porn, too. Wasn't that coincidence? Grunts, growls and strained snorts. Hot loads shot off, and always into her twat- it was nothing snort of a recorded breeding effort, she was without a doubt going to leave the studio with a serious cunt of a limp, and a nine month ticking time bomb. She could bet the lions share of the Thugs got their shot at fatherhood, time and time again she was fucked out hard, and used like a brood sow.

She looked terrible; sloppy, sore and beyond drilled stupid. Those bright, confident eyes reduced to a muggy, tear clogged mess. Her make-up completely shot, the long streaks and lines of her eye-linger twisting in tune with her lips purse about yet another meaty black cock. Another vile, overly aggressive Thug grabbing up handfuls of her hair, thick with sweaty and gooey with spunk and pre-nut alike, dark brown locks looked closer to black. Pushed down, held flush against sweat slicked crotch. Made to choke, made to dry-wretch. Over and over, or the brutes would take their pleasure just slapping her worn out face with hard, insatiable veiny dicks. BAT BAT BAT SMACK! Damn that shit was fun, their bright grins and sick little chuckles said it all; how amused they were by degrading her down to a fuck-toy or less. A strong dark-skinned hand clutched the back of her head, effortlessly bobbing her sloppy, slack lips up and down over a black cock dripping in foamy, nasty slobber. The two other she juggled with ever growing skill, seemingly a natural never tapped into before, knelt back contently. Dicks tugged off, smooth strokes and expert twists about their tips, even as one shot off; erupting all over the side of her face, casting his thick gooey nut all over Brig's head, soaking her already grossly drenched hair. Others standing about waiting pushed in, jerking themselves off with the intent to hose her down in jizz. Hot, chunky spunk splattered in streaks across her back, splattered her bouncing asscheeks. Painted her body and sides, coated her face. But they had plenty more yet, heavy black nuts all around the Swedish snowbunny hung low and prepped for the final act. Pussy and ass looked absolutely defeated, bright red and raw. Undoubtedly sore, totally fucked out and ruined. She'd take months to recover for the abuse they'd put her through. All the same, the two Thugs buried balls deep in her body just rocked on. THUNK THUMP! THUNK THUMP! THUNK THUMP! The pair drove in violent and mean to pinch her between them, doing their damnedest to make her feel those dicks churn inside of her; grinding spine to spine through the flimsy wall between twat and asshole. "You gonna get them Overwatch bitches down here too, ain't ya? Gonna get 'em all turn't out 'n hooked on ghetto-nigga dick!" One of the thugs growled out, dick in hand. Casually pumping off thick shots of spunk, hitting her right in the face- aiming for one of her eyes with real intent.

All good things had to come to an end, they fucked her on and on for hours. Well beyond even the most out there of limitations of her body, the fourteen muscle-bound black porno studs rode her well beyond the point of no return; totally destroyed. Mind, body and soul completely crushed under the non-stop assault on her body, on her very self-image gone. She wasn't Brigitte Lindholm anymore, she wasn't even the dirty bitch who'd purred out those highly indecent words at the start of the shoot. She'd fallen so, so, so much lower... and yet had a ways go. The dozen and them some Thugs stood about in a wide circle, a camera looped up above and looked down at Brig who knelt in the middle. As per instruction she had her head tilted back, jaw stretched out wide and a finger hooked into the corner of her lips; pulling her mouth out as wide as possible. Fap fap fap fap fap!

"You feelin' good, baby? Feel like you became a real woman, huh?" One of the men snorted out.

"Yea... You ain't no Hero no more, you ain't goin' back to Overwatch now. You stayin' right here with us." Another chipped in.

"The bitch only stays if she don't miss a drop..." A third growled out an ultimatum. They jerked and stroked, bringing themselves up to another peak- true professionals, carefully edging themselves to bust a stunt shot when needed.

"Hnnnng!" One went, jizz flying off in a thick rope. Splattering across her lips, mostly dripping down into her open mouth.

"Ffffffuck!" Two, blasting a mouthful or more himself from the opposite side.

Three, four, five, six- Seven jammed his dickhead into her mouth, blowing himself point blank to make her feel those powerful hits of gluey jizz. Eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen and fourteen.

"Swallow that shit, or we dumpin' your ass by the Freeway bitch."