After Liz’s bus drama she’s suddenly brought into a world of horror
Conquering the White Girls … Chapter 2 - (Part 1) The Flat (becoming the slave)
It had almost been a month since Liz’s bus ordeal. She was on the way home when a gang of young Pakistani men felt her up and forced her to blow them. She had thought about going to the police but the text message threat they sent was enough warning not to. Besides it not like the police will listen to a white person over some migrants. Along with the text they sent a video of the assault but edited to look like she was actively engaged in the events. The thought of that video getting out ensures her silence. She valued her reputation over any unlikely justice. As she hadn’t heard from the gang since that day she figured keeping silent seemed the best option.
Her physical wounds may have healed but the mental scars remained. As much as Liz tried to get back to her normal life there was now a underlaying element of nervousness. She now hated traveling along and would always look to walk with friends or colleagues. Every-time she passed a young paki man she had heart palpitations. All symptoms she expected but not nice feelings nonetheless.
It was finally Friday and Liz had knocked off work early. She made her way back to her flat and decided to clean the place and give herself the weekend off. After a couple of hours she was done and decided to enjoy the rest of the evening relaxing and catching up on some tv. After changing into her sweatpants and loose tshirt. She then opened a bottle of wine and sunk into the couch.
Around 7ish she started to get hungry. So she looked up Uber Eats and ordered some food. About 30 mins later there was a ring at her doorbell. She got up off the couch and walked to her front door. After checking the peephole she saw it was the Uber guy standing there. So she opened the door and gave the code.
As she went to reach out for the food she suddenly felt a hand grab her wrist. She looked to the side of the door and, in horror, there was the guy from the bus that she’d been sitting next to. The guy she had to blow on that terrible journey. Before she could say anything two other guys hiding on the other side of the door jumped her and pushed her into the flat.
She looked over at the Uber driver in desperation but saw the first man hand him some cash before patting him on the shoulder. He took Liz’s meal and walked off. The two assailants held her down on the floor with one keeping his hand over her mouth. The main guy then walked over to Liz with an evil smile. “Don’t worry whitey” he said “We’ve conquered plenty of sluts like you. We know all the sorts of things you whores love”. He then grabbed her arm and pulled it straight. Liz watch as he pulled out a syringe. She desperately tried to get away but the three men held he tight. After a few flicks on the syringe the man brought it down to her inner arm and injected it into her vein.
At first, Liz feels just a sharp sting, but within seconds, she starts to feel...off. A warm sensation begins to spread through her veins like a slow-moving fire, leaving her feeling fuzzy and disoriented. Her head starts to spin gently at first, as if I'm on a merry-go-round that's slowly gaining speed. The room around her grew blurry, colors bleeding into each other like watercolors on wet paper.
Her body started to feel heavy and lethargic, as if she was sinking into the mattress. Her mind became muddled and confused; thoughts came in slow, jumbled fragments that make no sense. It's as if she had one too many glasses of wine, As the world continued to spin out of control around her, she started slipping away......slowly fading into the bright colors around her.
Sunlight burst into the room. Like woke wearily. She was lying naked facedown on top of her bed. Her head was thumping and her body ached all over. Her pussy and ass hurt like hell and there was a nasty taste in her mouth. She struggled to recall how she got there or what had happened. She looked over at the clock and saw it was now 10:30am. “What had happened to the last 15 hours?” She thought.
She retraced her steps from yesterday. Then like a lightning bolt she remembered. The Pakistani gang were here. They had her pinned. They jabbed her with a syringe. “Omg what if they’re still here?”. Liz nervously got up and slowly started searching the house. To her relief the house was empty. But strangely it was also clean too.
Liz decided her next moves. She had obviously been drugged with something and then abused. This time for her own safety she knew she’d have to tell the police. But first she desperately needed to take a shower and use something to get the taste out of her mouth. So she cleaned herself up, put some loose fitting clothes on and went to the lounge room where her phone was.
As she picked her phone up ready to call the police she noticed the text message. “Hey whitey. Before you do what you’re thinking of doing you might want to check out the new folder in your photos”. Liz dreadingly scrolled to her photo app and opened it. Inside, like the message said, was a new folder called “Liz’s Fun Night”. She reluctantly opened the it.
Inside the folder she could see that there were 3 videos and a photos. From the thumbnails she could only work out the last one which was the photo. She knew straight away that it was of a naked woman showing her pussy and guessed it was hers. A sickening feeling started in her stomach.
She decided to open the first video instead. Her screen loads and there’s an image of her in her lounge room. She standing in the middle of the room just swaying to the background music. Sitting on the couch and chairs are about seven young Pakistani men. They’re all chattering to one another. Liz is shocked to see that far from being passed out she seems lucid and active. If anything just a lil tipsy drunk
The main Pakistani guy then says to her “so whitey, do you want to party with da Desi boys?”. To Liz’s horror she watch as she replied “oh yes”. It was not just the words that were shocking but the fact she seemed almost worked up and horny. The drugs they’d given her had obviously been to drug her out and make her horny. The main man )‘g who was obviously their leader) then said “oh then. But not dressed like that. You look like some cheap Polish scrubber in those clothes. Go to the bedroom and put something special on for the boys. Then come back and give us a nice dance like you white sluts love”.
The video then jumped forward. Lis saw that she had returned to the lounge room. She was now wearing her short white summer dress. The singlet straps were hanging loose across her slim shoulders and the bottoms of them finished only a couple of inches below her small ass. Her thigh tattoo seemed to be highlighted by its blackness against all the lightness of the dress and her slim white legs. While her blonde hair complemented the attire by hanging slightly over her shoulders. She had bought it to flirt with guys during the summer. Now Liz saw that she was using it to entertain these Pakistani men.
Liz then watched the video as she put some smooth music on and then started to sexily dance. Liz could hear the men giving their satisfaction in the background as she swayed her body. From the angle of the camera Liz could see that she had flirted her ass throughout the dance. She could also see the men shifting as her body started to arouse them. Then, to Liz’s dismay, she watched as she started to slowly take her dress off. First she grabbed the hem of her dress and then brought it up until eventually it was over her head.
The men laughed and cheered in satisfied amusement as she revealed hot pink lace panties and bra underneath. The camera focused on her face at this point and showed her smiling at the compliments. Liz was shocked at her reactions from last night. It was like she didn’t realize what was happening or who she was with. Liz then watched as she slowly removed her bra exposing her small but slightly saggy breasts. Then, as a final nail in her humiliation she removed her panties and flung them to one of the guys. He gave them a good sniff before pocketing them. The video ended with her on all fours presenting her bare ass and pussy at the men.
Liz sat there in shock. Not only had the many produced a video of her original assault and made it look like she was a willing participant they had now drugged her with something and made her willingly striptease on camera. With a deep breath she opened the next video.
The next video was obviously not long after the first one ended as she was naked in the middle of her lounge room sensually dancing with herself. The was a murmuring from the gang as they were obviously admiring their little play thing. The leader then said “you dance very good Elizabeth. “. Liz watch as she smiled back to him approvingly. “You like entertaining the Desi boys, don’t you?” He continued. Liz heard herself say “yes” in a flirting manner. “Then why don’t you go get some of your toys and put a show on for them?”. Liz watched again in shock as the video showed her walking back to her bedroom.
The video again jumped forward and now showed Liz on the floor of her lounge room. She had her legs spread and was slowly masturbating. You could hear the men start making derogatory comments … “she’s a bit old but definitely still a white slag” one laughed. Another laughed “white sluts like her are normally so loose you can’t touch the sides.. we may have to get a donkey to pleasure her”. Despite it being recorded Liz felt anger at the words. But that was soon over come by shame as she watched herself grab her vibrator and start to give the men a real show. One of her most personal possessions and her most intimate acts just played out in front of these monsters.
As she thrust the vibe in and out of her obviously soaking wet pussy Liz could hear the audible moans. The leader moved the camera closer and told her “yeah whitey. You love to have the sex, don’t you? You want my Muslim brothers to breed you, don’t you?”. Liz shock her head and begged her old self in the phone to say no. But once again she watched herself say “oh god yes”. The leader then said “tell us all want you want whitey”. She then moaned “I want some Paki cock in me!”. The video ended. Liz hung her head in shame. The thought that these videos existed showing (or at least looking like they’re showing) her wanting to be fucked by these men had her feeling physically sick.
She sighed deeply and opened the final video. This one had no intro to ease her in. It started with her on her knees in front of one of the men who was sitting on the couch. Her mouth was encircled around his cock and she was bobbing her head up and down. The camera focused on her face. She stopped giving a blow job and smiled at the camera.
Before she could react, the video switch to a new scene. This time she was on her bed on all fours. Behind her one of the gang was fucking her and in front she was blowing another man. Her white silk like skin looked so perverse again their dark sweaty bodies. The video jumped again to her on top of the leader. She was sitting on his lap with her white legs spread across his thighs. She was lifting her body up and down on top of him. Every time she lifted she could see the man’s cock appear out of her pussy. Then when she thrust down it disappeared. To Liz’s despair she watched herself moan “Give it to me daddy. Drive that cock home into your white girl”. The video ended.
Liz let out a loud sob with this. On how could she do that? How could that make her do that? She was lost for words on how they had finally concluded their assault from the bus. She reached between her legs and comforted her raw pussy.
Then, maybe foolishly, Liz finally opened the final file. The photo. On her phone screen Liz saw herself. She was naked on the edge of her bed. Her back was propped up with a pillow. Her legs were spread and bent at the knees. She could see that her pussy lips were worn and swollen. And in between those lips gooey, sticky cum was dripping out. On her face was that same goofy smile from the earlier videos. The photo was bad enough but they had added a caption. It read “Liz loves being bred by her Muslim masters” along the top. And at the bottom they had put her work email and mobile number. The whole picture looked like an advert for adult services. If the picture ever got out then she’d be flooded with more men wanting to fuck her … and all to her work.
Liz’s heart was now pounding. Not only had she been abused again she had been made to look like not just a willing participant but also encouraging the acts. Now they also had her work details printed on posters advertising sexual services. She quickly checked her work email and messages. The good news was that none of this seemed to have be shared yet. So they must have just wanted sex and nothing more. The videos were obviously warnings again. She convinced herself. She closed the folder in her photos and was just about to close her phone when she noticed the second folder. It read “it gets better Whitey”