Beth's Rough Waters

 

Had it only been a couple of days ago that she had gotten on the plane in McCook, Nebraska and wondered what her trip to France would be like, Bethany thought, a little dazed and breathless.

She was a down-to-earth, commonsense, practical girl who worked in the McCook Feed and Supply store. She'd never been out of Nebraska before, except for a brief trip to Iowa, so she'd expected a bit of a challenge in going to France.

The French were... very laid back, very lazy, dressed in a way no decent McCook girl would ever consider, and had very slack morals. But that was okay. They were French, after all. Beth wasn't one to judge other cultures as being worse than her own - even if they were.

She'd expected to be considered, well, less cosmopolitan, less sophisticated than the people she was likely to meet, and had been prepared for that. But it had all gone awry on the plane when two large Black men had gotten on and sat next to her.

Black men, as far as she'd known back in Nebraska, were all perverts, and tended to get violent and steal things. They were especially perverted about showing their lust for pretty blonde girls - which was a reasonably apt description of Beth herself.

That was the cliché, and, of course, she had been quite prepared to have discovered it was completely unrealistic. Instead, it had been entirely correct so far! Those men had presumed they had the right to do anything they wanted to her body! What was worse, it turned out they were related to Nathalie's boyfriend!

Nathalie being the French exchange student she'd met in Nebraska who had invited her.

And ever since then Black men had been doing outrageously perverted things to her body without ever once even asking her if that was what she wanted! Nor had Beth found the necessary willpower to make them stop!

At first it was her fear of creating a scene, or of being thought of as rude or a racist. Then it had simply been that her own body had been forced into experiencing such a scalding rush of heat and arousal that she hadn't been able to refuse anything they wanted!

And it was getting worse! The more incredibly intense orgasms they made her experience, the more addicted her body was to experiencing them! She was becoming a junkie, an addict, and every time one of them touched her she began to feel a hot, churning rush of hunger and excitement that robbed her of any ability to push them away!

Now Nathalie's boyfriend, and his brother, and their uncle, who had been one of the men on the plane, had brought her to the south of France by train. They'd molested her the entire hours long ride, and driven her into screaming exhaustion through all the multiple orgasms they'd forced upon her!

She arrived sore, drained, and with very little willpower remaining, to find the comfortable beach-side house where Nathalie had come, supposedly because her mother was sick, was occupied by a slender, tall, dangerous looking black woman who had Nathalie naked and in shackles on her knees beside her!

The woman looked her up and down with a sneer, and Beth flushed hotly under her gaze, dropping her eyes. Standing naked and in restraints before a fully clothed woman and seeing the contempt in her eyes was enough to batter at the pride and dignity of anyone!

"A blonde slut," the woman growled. "Except I am being redundant. All blondes are sluts, after all. Take her to my bed. And gag her so I need not hear her whining English voice."

Andre and Jeff each held an arm, and they half pulled, half carried her across the room and down a narrow hall.

"Wh-what are you doing? Where are we going?" she gulped anxiously.

They ignored her, carrying her into a large bedroom decorated with very old fashioned furniture. Against the wall was a tall, white four poster bed complete with canopy. The four posts were of dark wood, very high and thick and heavily carved with images of roses and vines.

Andre held her against him by gathering in her soft blonde hair behind her neck and holding it in his fist, while Jeff opened a dresser drawer, poked around in it, and came out with a long curved penis - black of course. It had a flat leather base which she, at first, thought was made to stand it up, perhaps on a chair.

Instead Andre jerked sharply on her hair to tilt her head back, and as she instinctively cried out, her mouth opening wide, Jeff slid the head of the black silicone cock into her open mouth. He grinned at her, sliding it in and out along her tongue.

"Remember, you love black cock," he said.

"Putain!" Andre whispered into her ear.

Putain was the French word for whore, she knew.

Jeff pushed the dildo deeper, and she gurgled as it entered her throat, then slid down it. The flat base of the thing was a leather pad, soft on the inside, with buckles on either side. He pressed it firmly across her mouth and lower cheeks, guiding the straps behind her head and buckling them in place.

It had only been two days now that Beth had learned how to deep throat, but she had had an awful lot of that experience during that time! Much of it was from thicker cocks than the dildo, and they hadn't been comfortably resting in her throat but pumping madly up and down!

Still, it took effort to breath with that thing down her throat, and she had little time for much other thought as they unlinked her leather wrist restraints, lifted her bodily onto the bed, then stretched her arms and legs out to strap tightly in place, spreadeagled and helpless.