Message-ID: <7817eli$9801251943@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Slider" Subject: Story submission(The Taming of Tiffany Malloy TV, drug, n/c, i/r. rape, kidnap Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" X-TCP-IDENTITY: Slider X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-ROUTED: Sun, 25 Jan 1998 12:52:40 -0500 Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <000901bd29ba$38645fc0$19ef95cc@slider.montego.com> The Taming of Tiffany Malloy or Really Unhappily Ever After T-dog and his homie were bored. They'd just finished off the last of the St. Ides and smoked all their chronic, but couldn't find any freaks. Man, thought T-dog, I sure would like to get me some ass tonight. T-dog looked himself up and down in the mirror. "Yeah, you one fly brother. Tall, chocolate brown, ripped, you da bomb!", he said to himself. He kicked Crazy Jamal, who was in a haze on the floor. "Get up, fool. Let's go get us a white bitch." Jamal, of course, was more than willing. They grabbed their bag of Roofies and their Glocks, and headed toward the '64 Impala parked outside. Tiffany, as usual, was at the mall. She never really bought anything, since her dad made a laughable living selling used cars. She really only went to tease all the men with her long thin legs and massive, unbelievably firm breasts, which she managed to squeeze into sweaters two sizes too small! "I love having every eye in the place on me, and knowing none of these losers can ever have me!", Tiffany thought evilly to herself. She fully intended to save herself for marriage, preferably to some old man with a huge bank account! Glancing at her watch, she noticed it was 4:30, time to get home and tease Dad and Ryan with her fantastic body. "Yo, T-dog. Where we gonna find dis bitch?" It was Jamal, stoned and impatient. "Where you think, fool? The fuckin' mall", barked T-dog, his buzz still hitting him pretty hard. Where the fuck else would hot white bitches be, he thought. He looked up ahead----bingo! The Pacific Mall. That was where all the rich white chicks went. T-dog remembered this from the time he spent as a janitor, before he started slinging rock. Those white sluts always treated me like I was dirt, he thought, now I'm gonna have my revenge. "Turn right up here, Jamal. The mall". T-dog had a plan. Tiffany walked to her car, regretting her choice of four-inch stilletto heels quite a bit. They forced her into such a posture as to make her ass stick out invitingly. Of course, her choice of a micro-mini skirt with a slit up the right side and skintight sweater with scooping neckline didn't make her feel any more secure, either. Dammit, I wish I hadn't come alone today, she thought. Up ahead her car was waiting. Ah, she thought, safety. Tiffany unlocked the door, and eagerly hopped in, closing and locking the door behind her. She inserted the key into the ignition, turned it clockwise, and nothing happened. Not even an R-R-R-R-R. Just silence. "Damn.", she seethed through her full red lips. "The battery must be dead. Well, I guess I'd better wait here for help.", she said hopefully. TAP-TAP-TAP! "You having car trouble?" Startled, Tiffany glanced to her left. "Hey you need some help?", the stranger at her window said. It was a tall black man--T-dog, in fact. Tiffany hesitated. This guy looks pretty rough, she thought, but I really need some help. "Hey, pop the hood and I'll take a look", he said. Tiffany did so, hoping that he could somehow repair her crippled ride and get her on her way. T-dog, of course, had different plans. He immediately removed the coil wire from her distributor, crippling the car for good. He went back to the window. "Your starter is broken. You need a ride?", he said, trying to sound as non-threatening as possible, despite the raging hard-on in his jeans. Tiffany politely declined the offer, not being a moron, after all. She only had a minute to ponder her situation before her passenger side window shattered and a large black gun was pointed at her head. It was Crazy Jamal. "Get out the fuckin car, bitch! Now!", he screamed. Tears began to stream down Tiffany's face. "Please, take my money, take my purse! I have jewelry!", she cried, still not budging from the car. T-dog appeared at Tiffany's window, his own Glock pointed at her. "You best be doing what the fuck my homeboy says, ho'. Get yo' white ass out the car, NOW!". he said. As if to punctuate his statement, he cycled the slide on his gun, which made an ominous slack-slack sound. Tiffany decided that she had better do what these guys said. Maybe they just want to scare me a little, she thought, as she unlocked the door and stepped out. Crazy Jamal was waiting for her, gun drawn. "We don't want your money, baby. We want yo' ass!", he said, as he ran his large black hand up her skirt, caressing her firm ass.She had saved her virginity for 18 years, turning down many rich young white guys, and the thought of this gang-banger putting his hands on her made her retch. She struggled and tried to scream, but found her mouth filled with the barrel of T-dog's gun. "Shut yo' mouth, rich bitch. We gon' put more than our hands on yo' ass. Jamal, hold dis bitch here while I get the ride." he said, as Jamal nodded in agreement, his hand still on her ass, his other hand holding the gun which was screwed painfully into her side. Moments later, the Impala pulled up and Tiffany was roughly tossed into the back seat. The ride to their destination was hell for Tiffany. Jamal never removed his hands from her, constantly caressing her ass and breasts with the fascination of a young boy with a new toy. Tiffany was in tears from Jamal's constant mauling of her flesh, which only seemed to excite him more. "Damn you are one fine bitch! You ever fuck a brother?", Jamal asked. Tiffany could only shake her head in response, as her body was racked with sobs, "T-dog, we there yet? This bitch is really turning me on", grunted Jamal. T-Dog knew Jamal got off on women's crying, but he couldn't afford to have Jamal rape her while they were in traffic. "Feed her a couple of those Roofies, that'll calm her ass down", he commanded. Jamal obeyed, grabbing Tiffany by her jaw, forcing her mouth open and jamming three Roofies in , then forcing her to swallow by stroking her throat much as one would do in order to give medicine to a family pet. The pills took a few minutes to take effect, but before long Tiffany was asleep, unaware of the torment yet to come. The Impala pulled into an abandoned warehouse Jamal and T-Dog's gang used as a hangout.As a matter of fact, a dozen of his homies were sitting around drinking and smoking weed tonight. T-Dog could see that they were not going to be alone with the bitch tonight Oh well, he thought, it don't matter to me if this bitch gets fucked by two of us or fourteen of us, I'm gonna fuck her. He and Jamal got out of the car, with Tiffany over Jamal's shoulder, her skirt riding up enough to reveal her plaid thong and her well tanned skin, which was uncommon for a redhead. As the three of them entered the warehouse Jamal was greeted by Big Rufus. Rufus was the craziest one in the gang, with a habit of raping white women exclusively. His jaw dropped at the sight of the unconscious Tiffany. "Holy shit, Jamal brought us a gift! You shouldn't have!" he said sarcastically, the bulge in his pants painfully obvious. T-Dog told everyone in the gang that they would have a turn, but he wanted to wait till she woke up, assuring them that it would be more fun that way. Jamal stripped Tiffany naked and used a length of rope to suspend her by her wrists from the exposed rafter so that her feet just barely touched the cold concrete floor. The sight of this unconscious beauty was too much for Jamal, though. He spread her legs and fingered her pussy, amazed at the sparseness of her red pubic hair. T-Dog and the rest were busy drinking so Jamal decided to get the first shot at this one. He unzipped his pants and rammed his huge black cock into the waiting hole, grimacing against the initial tightness. Tiffany was the most beautiful piece of ass Jamal had ever had, and he intended to enjoy every minute. Jamal pounded his huge black tool into the unconscious virgin, feeling her hymen rip against the huge ebony invader. Jamal was only able to sustain his pace for a few minutes before letting his seed flood into Tiffany's unprotected womb. He made a modest attempt to clean her up, then rejoined his homies..... End of part one..... Let me know your comments on this one, my email address is Quietcool@usa.net -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |