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If you are looking for a very erotic story that will get you hot, then this is not it. It’s more of a “character study” than most of my writing. If you don't like character studies, don't read them. There's sex in there - very graphic, non-consensual sex. If you are concerned about non-consensual sex, do not read this. There is also transvestite/transgender/gay sex. If things like this make you vomit, don't read them.

It also takes place in the 1960s, so some of the language is no longer used today, but many people spoke that way back then.

If you decide to read this after all these warnings and the story doesn't satisfy you, please don't stop halfway through. Many of the unpleasant issues will resolve themselves at some point. Things are not always what they seem.

This story is longer than what I usually post (11,000 words), but it's impossible to break the chapters into separate sections without the story going in the wrong direction. All five chapters are summarized in one long article.

I don't know where this story comes from. I can't name anything that served as the basis or inspiration for the plot or characters. Obviously all persons are over 18 years of age and any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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[em] “Bro” accompanies his older brother and his three friends on the wrong night - or maybe that night. The chain of events ends with five of them beating up a young black girl on a closed park path late at night.[/em]

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I am nearing the end of my earthly journey. Everyone who might be affected by the publication of this story is dead, just as I will soon be dead. It's time to tell the whole story so that everyone knows the truth about the events that changed and shaped my life. I'll leave it to a friend to post this when the time comes. Some people may think they know the cities or names, but rest assured, I've changed so much that your guesses won't be correct.

This happened in 1959 – or should I say when it began. I had just turned eighteen, but I was a very, very young eighteen year old. Almost all boys my age already shaved every day. At least everyone had a thick head of hair between their legs. My twin brother Tony had a thick black mustache. The closest thing to my mustache was a thin strand of hair on my pubic bone, just above my penis. I think it goes without saying that I was a virgin too.

Even though we were born at the same time, Tony and I weren't technically twins. I was the so-called superfetation brother and the so-called superfetation sister. Mom apparently had another cycle after she got pregnant with Tony, and I was conceived a month, maybe two, later. Only one child was expected - there was no ultrasound at that time. The birth of twins was a big surprise for both my mother and the doctors in the delivery room.

I was born first and the doctors decided we were both premature, so they rushed me to the NICU and reserved a spot for the other twin. When Tony was born fully developed and weighing eight and a half pounds, everyone was amazed.

I was always short and far behind the other children in my class, although health problems meant I started school two years behind Tony. I was at least a year older than almost all the kids in my class, but still smaller than everyone else. This made me an easy target for bullying and ridicule. Tony, on the other hand, has always been one of themthe greatest — if not the greatest - a child in his class. Not only did everyone leave him alone, but they also avoided him whenever they could.

When I was a sophomore in high school, I was teased a lot. It was obvious that I wasn’t that “mature.” Like most of the other kids in my class, some of the boys in my gym class started laughing at me in the shower and calling me a faggot. Without two circumstances it would have been much worse. First, some of the kids in the class hadn't even reached puberty yet, and second, my older brother Tony would beat anyone who actually hurt me to death.

I liked the idea that he was a loving, protective big brother— and maybe that was part of it, but mostly he thought it was his exclusive privilege to laugh at me and make me cry. He always called me “Little Brother.” and I noticed that he liked the way I felt uncomfortable or even blushed when he did it in front of my classmates.

Then everything changed forever.

It was the summer after Tony graduated. He and three friends went to the park to watch a late-night baseball game. Baseball was very popular in my hometown, but I think it was like that in every small town in the Midwest at the time. Team from “City”– That's what everyone called the next big city— was playing one of our favorite local teams, so there were a lot of people there. Tony, Rocky, Chuck and Dave weren't particularly interested in baseball, but our town was a typical white suburban town and the team from "the town" wasn't that interested in baseball. was predominantly black. What Tony really wanted was to stir up trouble and make sure “those colored boys know they’re not very welcome here.”

I wanted to watch the game and decided to join in. For some reason Tony let me. In fact, he seemed to expect me to go with them that evening. Many times he would talk back or threaten me when I said I wanted to go with them, and my mother would have to tell him to take me, but tonight he just said, "Okay, little brother, you're coming with us tonight." “You might learn something special that will change your life.”

I had no idea how true that would be.

The game was actually pretty boring unless you liked watching very good pitchers beat very mediocre batters. Tony and his friends spent most of the game drinking beer that Rocky had gotten somewhere and insulting anyone who looked like they were from the city. Once or twice I thought we were arguing, but other people just stepped aside or walked away shaking their heads. I heard a man mutter, "You're the guy who's giving rednecks everywhere a bad name."

When the game was over, we were walking back to the car when Chuck said, "Let's take the shortest route." Between the ball diamonds and the parking lot there is a wooded area, a few hills, and a stream. You have the choice of walking along the park's main road or through the forest and over the hill. Rocky said, “The footbridge is closed.” An ice jam knocked it off its foundation this spring and it still hasn't been rebuilt." To which Dave replied, "Yeah, but you can climb over the telephone poles." So we head into the woods and the short path between the diamond balls and the parking lot.

The lights that normally illuminated the street were turned off and there was a sign that said “Road Closed.” But the sign was knocked over and lay on the ground. As we passed the sign, Tony said, "Brother, why don't you put the sign back where it is so no one accidentally tries to get through here?" It was unusually considerate of Tony, but I did as he said, and put the barrier and sign back in the middle of the street.

We were almost at the point where the footbridge crosses the stream when we saw someone coming towards us. She looked a little smaller than me. I knew it was a girl because she was wearing low heels and a very short dress. I knew she was from the city because even in the dim light I could see she was almost ebony black. Apparently she walked this route last summer and was surprised that the footbridge was out of service this year. She probably went back to the diamond to make the long walk along the main path to the parking lot.

“Looks like we found a nigga whore,” Tony said. The girl's eyes widened, she turned around and quickly walked back down the path. Chuck and Rocky ran and caught her as she reached a small clearing at the bottom of the hill. I heard one of them say to her, “Hey, black cunt, what’s your hurry?”

Tony, Dave and I ran up andTony said: “I think she wants to have some fun. Brother, this is your night to become a man.”

I looked at him and he saw that I didn't understand what he meant. “Bro, this girl will take you all over the world – mouth, ass, pussy. After tonight you'll understand what's going on. Now take off your clothes.”

I just stood there until Tony pushed me in the middle of the chest. “I said take off your clothes. And you, asshole... unless you want things to get really rough.

The girl took off her shoes and pulled her dress over her head. She was wearing no bra and tiny purple panties. She pulled them down her body and stood naked. In the dim light of the night, her black skin seemed to be smeared with oil. There was no hair at all on her body. I didn't know if that meant she was so young or that she shaved. Her face didn't look young, so she was probably just short, like me. I really didn't know because I had never seen a naked girl live before.

"What are you waiting for?" Tony growled at me. “We’ll let you go first, but tonight we all want a piece of that pussy too. So let’s get down to business.”

I took off my sandals, took off my shirt, jeans and underwear. As I stood there naked, Rocky said, "Jesus, Tony, he's a kid." Do you think he can even lift it?

Tony grabbed the girl's hand and pushed her in front of me. “First stop is France. Let's see how fast you can make it explode, you motherfucker. Then he pushed her to her knees in front of me and said, “Don’t tell me you’ve never sucked a white cock before!”

The girl simply lowered her head, lowered her shoulders and reached out to kiss my penis. For some reason it wasn't difficult for me. I think I still didn't believe what was happening until her lips touched my cock.

“You can do better,” he said. - Tony growled. I thought he was talking to her until he grabbed me by the shoulder and spun me around slightly to scream in my face, "Don't embarrass me tonight, brother, or you'll regret it for the rest of your life."

“You’re scaring him,” he said. - the girl said suddenly and I realized that the small erection I had had subsided.

“No, you’re just not trying hard enough,” he said. - he shouted back. “I will give you an incentive.”

With that, Tony pushed me onto my shoulders and said, "Lie on your back with your legs spread and let her work." I did, and then he pushed the black girl's head down on me so that she was on all fours my legs, her ass in the air and her head in my crotch.

Tony pulled his belt out of his pants. “Listen, you little black cunt,” he said. He yelled at her, "Me and my friends are going to whip your ass until you show us his cum dripping out of your mouth." With that he, Chuck and Dave began swinging their belts and whipping her as she desperately tried to making me cum.

"And if you don't make it, little brother, we'll turn you over and whip your ass while you suck our cocks." I didn't think threats could make you orgasm, but after a few seconds I came in your mouth of the girl.

“After France comes Greece, brother. Let's see if you do a better job on the other end of her line." Then he nudged the girl with his shoe and said, "You know this position, cunt." Let's see that black eye winking at us." I knelt down and she turned her ass towards me and pushed me. I thought it would be difficult to get in, but I slipped in quite easily.

Then I heard her say disdainfully, "Damn, he must be smaller than my little brother, and he's only seven years old."

Tony told her, "No smart talk on your part, just fuck you in the ass." And to shut you up, we're going to use your mouth until you pull it away."

With that, Tony pulled his cock out of his jeans and put it in her mouth. I tried but again nothing happened. I think you should have time between shots, even if you're eighteen, and I couldn't bring myself to cum. I was hardly tense.

Chuck took Tony's place in her mouth while Rocky and Dave stood behind me. "You know"; Rocky said, "His ass looks almost as good as hers." If he doesn't finish soon, I might make myself a sandwich.

I heard Tony's voice next to me: "Don't fuck my brother in the ass until I tell you to, but the way things are going, it looks like he's not worth much more." Maybe he's just a wimp, that can't be used for anything other than fucking ass.

The fear came back and suddenly I could cum. Almost as soon as IWhen he was finished, Tony pulled me away from the girl and said, "You don't deserve the last stop." Leave fucking a woman's pussy to a man. Just stay there until we're done.

What else could I do? I did as he told me and stood there while the four of them fucked her mouth, pussy and ass for over an hour. When they were finished, she curled up on the grass and cried.

Tony came up to me and said, "You disgust me." I thought I had a little brother who, if I treated him right, would grow up to be a man. Maybe I should have treated you like a little sister. Getting dressed."

I bent down to pick up my jeans and underwear when Tony said, "No, wait a minute." Wear them, they'll probably fit you anyway.

He tossed me the panties and dress, that the girl was wearing. I stood there holding her until he added, "Put this on, or we'll throw you on the grass and carry you around the world, just like we did her." Damn, there's probably a pussy hiding in there somewhere .

I began to cry quietly but put on my panties and dress. They really suited me. Her shoes even fit, although I'm not used to lifting my heels. Tony picked up my jeans, took out my wallet and put it in his pocket. “We'll leave this there so she has something to wear and sneak home.” He then threw clothes and banknotes at the crying girl. "For your service." Not bad for a black pussy. Not a big league whore, but who knows, maybe one day you'll learn to be a pro."

Tony then pushed me down the path to the parking lot. I was afraid that someone would see me in that dress, but I couldn't do anything about it. Luckily no one was around when I jumped over the pillars where the bridge used to be, because my dress rode up to reveal my purple panties.

When we came out of the woods there were only two cars in the parking lot. One belonged to Tony. The other, battered, older model probably belonged to the girl we left behind in the woods. I ran across the parking lot to Tony's car, hoping to jump in before anyone saw me, but I heard Tony laughing quietly as I stopped. The car was locked!

I had to stand next to the car while Tony and his friends walked slowly across the parking lot. Tony opened the front doors with his key and reached over to open the back door on the opposite side of me. I was afraid they would leave me standing in the parking lot until Rocky came up to me and told me to stand in the middle. I heard Dave open the door and jumped up as quickly as I could.

Tony drove across town and I sat in the back seat between Rocky and Dave. Chuck continued to laugh at my discomfort in the front seat while Rocky and Dave ran their hands over my bare legs. Tony even stopped by to grab some hamburgers.

I know people could see me, but no one seemed to notice that I was wearing a dress, or maybe they thought I was really a girl. We drove for about an hour and when we got home I decided, "Fuck it." I just walked off the road to the house.

Mom and Dad were watching TV and didn't turn around as I walked through the archway into the living room. “Did you like the game?” - Mom asked.

“I don’t think he’ll ever forget it,” he said. Tony replied as I walked up the stairs to my bedroom.

As I closed the bedroom door, I suddenly saw myself in the long mirror at the back of the door. I was shocked. I looked like a girl in that dress. Suddenly I felt hard again, I lay down on the bed, lifted up my dress, put my hands in my panties and started jerking off. I came even harder than with the girl in the park and fell asleep with my hands still in my panties.

It wasn't until the next morning when I woke up still in my dress and panties that I suddenly realized what we had done. My brother and his friends... and I... raped the girl!

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[em] This chapter is primarily a transition from the original event to the time of retribution. You can skip it and continue following the story if you wish, but it is helpful for understanding all chapters 3, 4 and 5.[/em]

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The next day I didn't leave my room at all. I kept looking out my bedroom window, waiting for the police car to come pick us up... but no one came. There was nothing in the newspapers about that night, nor the next, nor the next, and it seemed as if everything had been forgotten. But that didn't happen.

The long arm of the law may not have reached us, but fate didKarma, or the wrath of God, or whatever you want to call it, seemed hell-bent on revenge for what we had done. A few days later, around midnight, a state police car pulled up to the house and two police officers stood at the door.

I quickly got dressed and ran down the stairs just in time to hear an officer ask, “Does your son have a dark blue sedan with the license plate “TNYSRDE”?”

With a very shaky voice, my mother replied, “Yes,” and the officer continued. “Is your son home today?”

Mom's eyes widened in fear and she struggled to say something, but at that moment Tony came down the stairs and said, "That sounds like my trip." Is something wrong?"

Both officers looked surprised and shocked as She looked at her notes and then at Tony. The senior officer asked, “Did you lend your car to anyone this evening?”

"Yes,"; He replied, "Chuck and Dave said they needed the bikes for the night and I told them they could use them as long as they paid for the gas and didn't scratch the paint."

I heard one officer say to another, "That matches the ID we found at the crime scene." The first names were Charles and David. He then turned to Tony and said, "I'm sorry to inform you that your friends appear to have been in a serious accident."

"How serious?" Tony asked and the officer replied, "They hit the center pillar of the underpass where Countyline Road goes under the highway." They probably both died on impact, but that didn't matter. The first witnesses to arrive at the scene said that the car was completely engulfed in flames and no one could be pulled out. Both bodies were badly burned, so we weren't entirely sure who was in the car. We started here because the car is registered to you, but it looks like the two dead people were your friends Chuck and Dave. I'm really sorry about your friends. The remains of your vehicle were towed to a police parking lot pending the completion of the investigation.”

Mom breathed a sigh of relief that her worst fears had not come true. But God's wrath never ended. Exactly a week later, another state police car pulled up to the house. This time state police and a plainclothes detective were on site. And this time my mother's fears were justified. “I regret to inform you that your son Tony was involved in a disturbance in the city center this afternoon. He and his friend Rocky were killed. Detective Brooks thinks it might have been a drug deal gone wrong, but I think Tony and Rocky were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. They had a lot of cash and Tony had several used car ads in his pocket. I think they were looking for the car when something happened. It's a pretty bad area.

"How did he die?" my mother asked.

“Rocky was stabbed to death by a local pimp known locally as “Blue Eyes.” Blue Eyes and her son were shot at close range by an unknown assailant. Nobody saw anything. Nobody knows anything. Nobody says anything. That's how it is in this area. I think Blue Eyes stabbed Rocky for some reason, but I have no idea why. Maybe he was trying to rob them, or when the shooting started he thought Rocky was part of the conspiracy. Like I said, wrong place, wrong time.”

That evening we went to the morgue and examined the body. Tony looked very strange as he lay on the wagon. It was almost as if he was sleeping. I waited for him to open his eyes and tell me, "I think you're next, little brother." Be prepared."

After that I kind of fell apart. My grades at school got so bad that I had no chance of finishing school, so I dropped out. I took a few dead-end jobs just to make enough money to drink, stay drunk, and wait for the hand of death to curl into a fist and send me into oblivion, just like it did to Chuck , Dave, Rocky and others the case was Tony.

The school sent me to counselors, who concluded that I was overreacting to my brother's death and tried to help me with grief therapy. Maybe I should have told them about the rape, but I knew that would only land me in prison. After a few arrests for this and that, I ended up in court-ordered counseling and group therapy that tried to accomplish the same thing. They kept telling me, “You have to let Tony go and move on with your life.”

Tony wasn't my problem. In a way I was glad he died. The morning after the rape, he took me aside and said, "Don't throw away your new outfit, brother." One night when I'm out with the girls, I might make you dress for me and see if you can you're just as good a cocksucker as this black slut. Damn, if you put a little makeup on I might jump out of your brown.Cherry, just to see how it feels."

And people thought I was completely torn apart, that he had died and disappeared! My problem wasn't that he was dead. My problem was that five of us raped a young girl and four of us died within ten days. Wasn't it clear who would be next? Why plan a degree or something else? I simply counted down the time until my day of justice finally arrived.

Then I went to an AA meeting in town. In fact, the only reason I was there was because it was winter and I was outside. The choice was to go to that meeting at the store or stay outside and freeze my ass off. It's not really a hard decision, but at the meeting I heard them talking about the twelve steps and that one of the steps was to correct past mistakes.

When I heard this, an idea began to form in my mind. There was no way I could rape that girl again, but if I went to her and explained to her that it wasn't my idea and that my brother more or less forced me to do what I did to her, she would maybe forgive me. I knew what I had done was wrong, but maybe, just maybe, she would forgive me and the hand of death would disappear for a while.

I stopped drinking and started thinking about how I could make amends.

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[em] The price of forgiveness can be very high. What would you be willing to do to get forgiveness for something that has bothered you since you were 18?[/em]

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I decided that the only way to get my life back together was to find the girl we raped and tell her how sorry I was for what we had done to her. But how do you find someone who was only seen once ten years ago and obviously hasn't reported anything to the police?

I took another low paying job as a late night dishwasher at a local restaurant and more or less got myself together. Then, a few months later, I visited Detective Brooks. He was the one who came to the house the night my brother Tony was killed. He was still working as a police officer at the downtown train station, so first thing Monday morning I took the bus downtown and told the officer on duty that I wanted to speak to Detective Brooks and confess to the crime I had committed. The officer looked at me very tiredly and said, "Sit there." Detective Brooks will be with you in a few minutes.

Those few minutes were actually almost an hour and a half, but finally Detective Brooks came in and asked for me. When we returned upstairs to his desk, he motioned for me to sit down and asked, “So what did you do?”

"I raped a girl." I said. “Actually, Tony, Rocky, Dave, Chuck and I raped her.”

"Your brother has been dead for over ten years, boy." When did this rape happen? I told him the whole story, including how my brother made me wear a girl's dress at home. I didn't tell him how I masturbated on my bed that night in that dress.

"So you want to ask for forgiveness, right?" Or is it just that you know the statute of limitations for rape is seven years and you want to brag about what you did because I can't prosecute you?

“I just want forgiveness”; I answered. “I didn’t know there was such a thing as rape. I just want to tell her how sorry I am. Do you know anything about what happened? Do you know who this girl was?

Detective Brooks laughed and shook his head. "You know, boy, that explains a lot of what doesn't really add up about the deaths of your brother and his friends." Yes, I have a good idea of ​​who this girl is, but she's not the poor, innocent little victim that she is imagine them. Her name is Violet Lovejoy, better known as “Little Violence.” Then she was one of the girls from Blue Eyes. Today she runs an exclusive “escort service”. on Aiken Alley. You can talk to her, but the only way to get forgiveness from this stone cold bitch is to pay for it. Now get out of my office, go home and learn to be a man...or are you still just "Little Brother"? as if everyone called you back then?”

I searched for “escort service”; and found “Exclusive Escort Violet”. There was no address, but there was a phone number, so I called them. “I need to talk to Violet,” she said. I explained this to the young woman who answered the phone.

“Nobody talks to Violet on the phone, darling. Too many electronic ears. Tell me what you need to say to her and I'll take care of you."

“No, I need to talk to Violet. I have to apologize to her for raping her in the park ten years ago.”

There was a long pause Voices in the background. The young woman then asked: “Is that the little brother?”

I replied, “Yes.” and she replied, “Just a minute.”

A few seconds later, another voice came on the line: "Come to 1137 Aiken Alley." Come alone and don't park your car nearby. Park it in the large parking lot on Adams Street and walk up the hill. Be here promptly at 8:30 tonight. This is your only chance to talk to me. If you didn't get there in time, you missed your only chance to find out what really happened to your brother and his three friends."

I couldn't eat lunch or dinner. I was too nervous. It was only seven o'clock when I parked my car in the parking lot. I walked around downtown for about an hour and arrived at Aiken Alley just before 8:30 am. Technically it was Aiken Street, but for decades it was home to houses of prostitution that everyone called by the same name as when these streets were dirty and horses pulled beautiful carriages up the hill to the "sporting fields." " ; on Aiken Alley.

At 8:30 sharp, I knocked on the door. A young black girl opened it, looked at me and said, “You must be bro.” Follow me".

She led me to the back of the house and up a long staircase that turned on its own a few times. It felt like we should be on the fourth floor, but from the street the house didn't seem that big. Eventually we reached the top and the girl pressed a large button next to a strange door. A few moments later the doorbell rang and the door opened. In fact, it's part of the wall– open. The girl took my hand. “That’s it, brother,” he said. - she said and pushed me into the door. As soon as I went through the hole, I heard it close and lock behind me. The click sounded as loud as any prison cell door I had ever heard.

The room was very dark, but I could see a figure sitting behind a small piece of furniture that looked like a desk against one of the walls. “So, you’re the little brother,” he said. She said. “What brings you to me and why don’t I kill you like I killed your older brother and his friends?”

My knees buckled and I almost fell to the ground. She killed Tony... and Chuck and Dave and Rocky! “I didn’t want to do it that night,” he said. - I mumbled. “They forced me to do this, but it doesn’t change what I did. I'm here to ask for your forgiveness and try to make things right.

“Do you want my forgiveness, little brother?” Forgiveness comes at a price. Like in court— Compensation and punishment.” She deliberately pronounced the word as “RETURN and PUNISHMENT”. and then she smiled at me as I flinched.

“I could have killed you at any time in the last ten years,” do you know that, brother? I let you live because I knew you didn't have the courage to rape me. Damn, you could barely lift it. But to forgive you? No way. If you're not willing to go through what I went through, you can beg for forgiveness on a street corner, because you definitely won't get it from me!

I tried to stand as straight as I could and say as firmly as I fact I could barely stand and say in a shaking voice, "If that's what it takes, I will do it." I will do anything do to gain your forgiveness.

“Are you sure about this, little brother?” Your big brother and his friends did a lot to me in this park. Are you ready to go through what I went through?

I lowered my head even further and said, “Yes.”

“I’m not sure I heard you. If you really mean it, say it like you mean it and call me “Ma’am.” When will you do it!”

I raised my head and spoke as loudly as I could, but it still sounded almost like a whisper, "Yes, ma'am, I'm willing to go through what you went through to get your forgiveness."

“Then take off your clothes!” - she shouted.

I looked at her and she must have seen the shock in my eyes.

“The first thing that happened was I was stripped. Undress yourself! Now! Do it quickly! Just let your clothes fall to the floor where you stand!”

I started to undress when suddenly I heard a loud “smacking sound”. and felt a sharp pain from the belt on his buttocks. “Fast white ass,” she screamed as belt after belt hit my ass and thighs. Finally I stood naked in front of her.

“Next time you come here, I want you to have no hair below your neck. Did you understand? Then she added in a disdainful voice, "Looks like it won't take much to get rid of the little fuzz you have!"

I nodded weakly. "YesMa’am, I will remove all the hair below the neck.”

“Okay, now come here and please me with your mouth.” She sat on a small ottoman, lifted her skirt and spread her legs. She was naked under her skirt.

I had just knelt in front of her when the door opened and two young black girls walked in. “This is the younger brother”; - said Violet. “I want you to inspire him to become the best painter in the world.”

I wasn't sure what was going to happen, but then both girls took off their robes, walked naked to the dresser and grabbed something from the top drawer. Violet grabbed the back of my head and pushed me against her clean-shaven pussy. “Lick and suck, little brother, lick and suck… because for you it won’t end until I come.”

I started licking, sucking and pulling on her clit with my lips and teeth. Her pussy began to respond almost immediately. The smell of her juices was unbearable and I subconsciously pulled my head away for a second. There was a loud double whammy as the straps hit my ass. I screamed and moaned and tried to pull away from the straps, but Violet pulled me back and said, "As my older brother told me that night, 'It won't stop until I come, so you better get over it.' ' .’”

I don't know how many times I've been hit with belts. All I could think about was making Violet cum. I realized I was getting an erection and a random thought came to mind: "You're sucking a whore's pussy while two other whores fuck your ass, and you have a cock that could pierce steel." You are sick!’[/em]

I don't know how long I sucked and tongue fucked while the girls spanked me, but suddenly it was over. Violet moaned loudly and pressed her thighs tightly against my head. I was pushed into her pussy so hard I couldn't breathe. I was afraid that she would kill me by strangling me, but it ended as suddenly as it began. Violet pushed me back and I fell to the ground.

“Not bad for a skinny white guy, bro. Next time we will repeat what happened on the way. It's a shame that your brother forced you to wear my clothes at home. I would save this dress just for this day and make you wear this dress and thong so I can take it off of you like Tony ripped it off of me."

“I still have them,” he said. - I mumbled. "I don't have them in the apartment above the restaurant." They're still in my closet at my mother's... along with your shoes.

Violet laughed– a deep, confident laugh that sent shivers through my entire body. “Why doesn’t that surprise me?” she said, still laughing.

Then her voice became cold and hard again and she spat, "This is what I want you to wear this Saturday night at 7 p.m." Just a dress and panties. No shoes, no coat, nothing to cover you. And I want you to park in a large parking lot downtown. You park on the roof of this parking deck and walk down the ramp barefoot. Do not use stairs or elevators; You take the ramp. And you bring me your parking ticket and one of those little commemorative cards next to the elevator that says, “You parked on level 8.”

“You will return to the door in the alley where Tina will let you out tonight. Knock on the door and ask me to let you in. I want you to stand on your knees and say, "Mistress Violence, your humble slave little brother, asks you to punish yourself." You have to be very convincing, otherwise I won't let you in, and who knows what for people to hide in this dark alley.”

Violet grabbed my hair and pulled my head back so I could look at her through her legs. Her pussy was glistening beneath her short dress that still fell above her waist. “And remember, if I find ANY hair under your neck, I will make you suffer like you have never suffered before.”

She threw me back on the floor and left the room, straightening her dress as she went. One of the naked whores– I think it was Tina– He grabbed me by the elbow and said, “Here, brother.”

She pulled me down the stairs by my elbow, and as we reached the bottom of the stairs she pressed a secret button on the wall and a door in the outside wall of the house swung open. It wasn't until she pushed me in the door that I realized I was still naked.

I stood in the alley, scared and naked, wondering how I was going to get the car and drive home, when the door swung open again and another girl stood in the doorway holding my clothes. They were all packed in one big bundle. “Maybe you need them, little brother,” he said. she- she said and threw the package in the middle of the alley. I saw them land in a puddle of murky water ten feet from me.

Before I could turn to the door, it closed again and the light above the door went out, leaving me in almost complete darkness. I just stood there for a few minutes, more or less shocked. Then, once my eyes adjusted to the blackness, I went to my already wet clothes and slowly put them on. My belt was gone, as was my underwear. They probably put my own belt on me upstairs and apparently didn't notice my underwear when they took my clothes.

As I began walking down the hill where I had parked my car, I realized that my lack of underwear was probably no coincidence. The wet jeans rubbed against my bottom with every step I took, and soon I was taking very small, painful steps as the jeans scratched the welts from the spanking I had just received.

When I got to the car I was in so much pain I could barely walk. I looked around and seeing no one around, I took off my jeans and got into the car naked to the waist. The seat felt cold against my rough buttocks, but at least it wasn't wet and it wasn't denim. I don't know if the woman at the booth saw that I was topless when I paid for parking, but I didn't care. I just wanted to go home, go to my apartment and jerk off.

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[em]Little brother will find out what the true price of forgiveness is.[/em]

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The next morning I was still in bed when there was a knock on my apartment door. When I opened it there was a rather tall but very beautiful black woman standing there with a shopping bag. “Package from Miss Violet,” she said. - she said sweetly. “She said you probably know what to do about it, but there are written instructions just in case.”

She gave me the bag and left. Inside the bag was an enema bag, a few bottles of liquid laxative, several bottles of hair remover, and a large butt plug. Yes, I had a pretty good idea of ​​what to do about it, but I decided I'd better read Violet's instructions anyway.

"Younger brother"; It said: "I don't want any nicks or nicks on your white skin, so use this cream to remove what little hair you have." Use it tonight and then repeat on Friday night– Not on Saturday, I don't want you to come to me and smell like that. Use a laxative on Thursday. This will clean you completely. Don't eat anything solid on Friday and Saturday and give yourself five enemas on Saturday morning. It should be clear after two, but do all five or I'll find out. The bag contains lipstick, eyeliner, eye shadow and remover. You practice applying it every morning and every evening. I want everything to be perfect when you get here on Saturday. And from tomorrow there will be no more jerking off. You can pump yourself up as much as you want today, but I want you to have your balls full when you get here on Saturday.”

It was signed “Mistress of Violence.” and under the signature there was another note: “Now you call me that.”

The hair removal cream hurt a little, especially on my testicles, but I left it on for the full duration indicated on the package. Then I took a warm shower and washed out all my hair. My skin felt particularly smooth, but wasn't red, damaged or anything like that. There was a slight smell for some time. I don't know if it disappeared after a few hours or if I just couldn't smell it anymore.

I tried to put on makeup, but it worked very poorly. I dried it off and wore it two more times and it got a little better, but it still looked crooked and dirty. I wiped it down a third time and decided it was time to go home and get my dress.

The dress, panties and shoes were where I had left them, in a box in the corner of the closet. Mom didn't change anything in my room or Tony's room. I think she thought she had lost both sons when Tony was killed. She kept telling me that I was always welcome, but always adding, "As long as you're not drunk."

I wasn't drunk and my mother wanted me to stay, but I told her I had a job opportunity and if it worked out I could get a better apartment. She told me again that I could stay there. I ended up staying for dinner but left when it started to get dark. She asked what was in the box and I told her it was just some clothes I needed for a new job.

When I returned to the apartment I undressed and put on a dress and panties. They still fit. II haven't tried on shoes since Violet told me to come barefoot on Saturday. I really wanted to lie on the bed and jerk off like I did that night, but I was afraid I would get my panties dirty so I took them off. I kept the dress, but it was pulled up above my waist. Mistress Violence said I could pump myself out, so I did. I kept imagining myself sitting between her legs with two naked sluts whipping my ass and I started getting hard and cumming and cumming and cumming. Eventually I got too sore or too tired or something to even get up and fell asleep on the bed, still in my dress.

I had to work Wednesday, Thursday and Friday nights, so I took the medication on Thursday morning instead of Thursday evening. It cleaned me well. I wasn't sure if I could go to work, but by five o'clock I didn't have to go to the bathroom and by six I could work. However, I was late and forgot I was still wearing makeup. Jamie, one of the chefs who was always nice to me, greeted me with, “Are you coming to the other side?”

At first I didn't understand what he meant, but then I suddenly realized that I was still wearing lipstick and eye makeup. "Oh!" I said, "Little Tracy from 2B wanted to be a beautician, so I had her work on me." I just forgot to wipe it off."

“Not a bad job for a 12-year-old,” he said. he answered.

It made me feel good. This brought me to the heart of the matter.

Then he added with a smile, "But if you all want to get to the other side, I'd really like to know what your cute little butt looks like."

I didn't know he was gay and I didn't know people were looking at my butt while I was working. I wasn't sure what I thought, but since I had more to show Violet than just my cute ass on Saturday night, I said nothing.

The next evening I used the hair remover again. I didn't see any hair anywhere, but Mistress Violence said to do it twice, so I did. My skin felt soft again and the ball pocket felt smoother than it had before, so maybe there were still a few hairs in there.

When it was about ten, Jamie came up to me and said, "I know you said you weren't interested, but yesterday you put makeup on and today you smell like hair remover." Who are you dressing up for, darling ?

I blushed and stuttered, "Mistress Violence." I don't know why I said that, but I didn't know what else to say.

"Ahh!" he replied. “Playing slave for the mistress’s sake. Be careful, darling, or that violet will eat you alive." He pouted and said, "And I'll never get to play with your cute little ass."

Then he smiled at me and said, "If you ever need to leave your mistress, just tell me." I knew Violet before she was Little Violence. We climbed out of the gutter together– Well, at least as far as we could. One day I will have my own restaurant, but I will always have a room and a bed for you. Of course the bed will be mine, but I think you would like it.” He laughed and went back to preparing food for another order.

As I stood there, washing pots and pans and putting dishes in the dishwasher, I heard his words over and over in my head: "That Violet will eat you alive." She probably would have, but if that was the price for that If there was forgiveness, then so be it.

On Saturday morning I gave myself five enemas as Mistress Violence ordered. There were two packets of powder that told me to use them for the first two enemas. They gave me really bad cramps and I was leaking dirty looking water that looked like there was mucus floating in it. The last three were clear water, they all washed back and the cramps stopped. After the last enema nothing came out except clean water.

I started getting ready around five. I knew it was early, but I wanted time to touch up my makeup again in case I made a mistake. I did not do it. The eyeliner was thin and straight. My brows were defined but not blurry. The eyeshadow slowly melted into nothingness just below my forehead bone. When I looked in the mirror, a pretty pretty girl was looking back at me.

I took off my pants and underwear and put on my underwear. I'm not very tall, but panties are not suitable for a penis. I ended up tucking it back between my legs so it wouldn't stick out of one of the leg holes. I hoped it would stay there, but I didn't know how to keep it. I later learned that there is a special belt for this— Alternatively, you can use surgical tape. I just fueled up and hoped. I am very carefulpulled the dress over her head, careful not to smear her makeup, and was ready... at least physically– about what will happen at Violet's that evening.

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[em]Brother relives that fateful night from Violet's perspective and ultimately finds forgiveness.[/em]

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I parked where Ms. Violence told me, on level eight of the main downtown parking lot. I didn't know why she insisted that I go down the ramp instead of up the stairs, but after several different cars slowed down, whistled, yelled at me, and made various lewd suggestions, I had an idea. She wanted me to know what it's like when people see you as a sex object. When I got to the bottom of the ramp I felt dirty, and I don't mean that there was grease and dirt stuck to the soles of my feet.

I walked up the hill to a street called Aiken Alley and walked down the actual alley that ran behind Violet's house. I knocked on the back door and said, "Mistress Violence, your humble slave little brother, asks you to punish her."

A voice behind the door said, "I didn't hear you and I don't see you on your knees."

I knelt down and said loudly, “Mistress Violence, your humble slave little brother, asks you to punish yourself.”

Door opened. Tina and a white blonde stood there. Tina wore a beautiful dress. The white girl was naked. Tina said, “It will be no use here to wash your legs and knees to make you look presentable.”

The naked girl knelt down and began washing my knees, then lifted my leg and lowered it into the pot of water she was carrying. She washed both feet thoroughly and dried them. Then she turned around, bowed even deeper and looked at Tina. “Good enough, no use”; Tina spat these words at her. Then she said, “Show little brother why we call you useless.”

The girl leaned back so she was sitting more or less upright, grabbed her knees and spread them wide. The space between her legs was empty. There was no pussy, no slit, nothing. In place of the ureter there was only a small round hole. Tina laughed. “A eunuch is useless. She was a “he” until Violet broke everything off. Female hormone pills work quite well without injections and eggs. Now she has curves, boobs and everything. That is, everything except the pussy here, which makes it “useless.”

Tina made Useless sit on the floor with her legs spread and said sharply, "Come with me."

I followed her up the stairs, but we didn't reach Violet's room like we did the first night. About halfway up there was a large platform and a door in the wall. Tina pressed a button on the wall and the door opened. “Violet invited quite a large crowd to this special performance tonight,” she said. She said.

I had no idea what she meant until we entered the short hallway that led to the next building. There was an old theater in the building next door and we walked right in front of the stage. If we turned right and went down the stairs, we ended up in the hallway. But we turned left through the door and found ourselves behind the stage. Tina looked at me and said, “We do special shows here from time to time.” Violet invited all of our regular customers.” Then she led me to a corner of the stage. It was pretty dark, but I could see that there were fake trees on the stage and most of the floor was covered in fake grass. A path was drawn in the middle.

“When the curtain opens and the applause stops,” she explained. “You just walk slowly down this path. You don't need a script because you have no control over anything tonight, not even your own body.

After she left, the lights on the stage dimmed. I stood in the dark and waited. Even without a script, I knew what would happen. This was the path through the park where Tony, Rocky, Chuck, Dave and I raped Violet ten years ago, and tonight it was going to happen to me.

I heard a performance behind the curtains and then they quickly opened. The stage lights came on, the applause died down and I walked down the path. I was only halfway through when five people suddenly jumped out of the trees and grabbed me. Four of them were very tall, very black men. Fifth was Violet.

Violet looked at me and said very loudly, “It looks like itIt's like we've turned out to be complete idiots, boys." I knew those words. That night I heard her in my nightmares. When Tony said that, Violet turned and ran away, so I turned around and tried to run back off the stage. "Hey, white cunt, where are you going in such a hurry?" she said, laughing the same way Chuck laughed when he said it.

Violet lifted my chin so she could look me straight in the eyes and said, "I think she wants to have some fun." Then she added, "Take off your clothes, cunt..." unless you want it to be really hard." I wasn't the only one who remembered every word spoken that night.

I pulled the black dress over my head. Everyone in the room laughed at my tiny purple panties. I pulled her down my body and stood there naked. Now I understood why she insisted that I had no hair below my neck. That's how she was that night.

She pushed me to my knees and one of the black men stood in front of me. “First stop is France. Let’s see how fast you can make it pop, cunt,” he said. She said in a voice full of contempt. Then she added, "Don't tell me you've never sucked a black cock before!"

Just like she had done that night, I simply bowed my head, lowered my shoulders, and reached forward to kiss the penis that lay in front of me. But unlike me that night, this man was rock hard and ready as my lips closed around his cock. He grabbed the back of my head and thrust into me. It wasn't actually a blowjob. He fucked my face and pushed his cock all the way into the back of my mouth. When he spit it didn't even touch my tongue but went straight down my throat.

The next man was on his back, his cock sticking straight up. As I crawled towards him I heard Violet grin, "Listen you little crack cunt, me and my friends are going to whip your ass until you show us his cum dripping out of your mouth." With that she and the two blacks started Men swinging their belts and whipping me as I desperately tried to make the man cum.

“After France comes Greece”; she said laughing. “You know this position, cunt. Let's watch the brown eyes wink at us between the lily-white cheeks." I lowered my head almost to the ground so that my ass was high and open. One of the black guys put something on my bottom and then ran his finger over it. Then he knelt behind me and impaled me with one powerful blow.

I cried out in pain and Violet said, "I think we need to shut you up. We're going to use your mouth until you pull it away." One of the naked black sluts ran onto the stage with a thick, flat pillow and left it fell right over my head. Violet lowered herself onto him and lifted her dress, revealing her naked pussy. “You keep sucking and licking until he cums in your ass, brother. And then keep sucking and licking until it’s everyone else’s turn.”

I have made. I don't know how Violet managed not to come. She threw her juices in my face, but her voice remained calm, as if we were sitting at her table and talking normally. Finally the fourth black man came in my ass and Violet said, "It's time." Get ready, brother, because this might be the last thing you ever do. With those words she suddenly grabbed my head with her thighs and pulled me so tightly against her pussy that I couldn't breathe. I felt her shaking and thrashing beneath me as everything slowly faded away.

When I came to, I was in her office. I was lying naked on the sofa and she was sitting at the table as if nothing had happened. "You didn't know about that last part, did you, little brother?"

I looked at her and didn't understand what she meant.

“You didn’t even feel Leroy nailing that hypotonia on your ass because you didn’t know it was coming.”

She looked at me like I was a sick puppy or something. “That’s why you’re still alive. I never knew Chuck and Rocky woke me up with a few shots of Blue Eyes while Tony was putting that dress on you. One of them was a sedative that made me unconscious. The other was a portion of almost pure heroin that was given to me as an overdose.”

I stared at her with wide eyes. “The only problem,” he said. - She continued: - Rocky was dumber than a rock, and he messed up the needles. They gave me an injection in the ass and added a sedative. The sedative didn't exactly kill me, and my fat ass saved me from heroin because it slowed the rate at which it entered my body. I was out until morning feeling like shit, but I wasn't dead like Blue Eyes wanted me to be.

“I held back because I knew Blue Eyes must have staged it. He knew the police in your town wouldn't bother.Investigate the death of a black whore who overdosed. They would chalk it up to a stupid black bitch who got herself some good stuff.

“A few nights later I saw your brother’s car and chased it. I had a gun and wanted to use it, but when they saw me they thought I was a ghost coming from hell to get them and ran away. We had almost made 90 degrees when I came at her from the side and sort of pushed her off the road and onto the overpass. It wasn't until the next day that I found out that your brother wasn't in the car.

“The police never knew what happened, but Blue Eyes did. He knew I had to be alive and wanted his money back. Tony and Rocky went to him to hire me to give you your first time with a woman. Instead, the Blue Eyes hired her to kill me. He gave them $500 and told them they could have as much fun with me as they wanted before they did it. But I was alive and he wanted his money back. That's why your brother and Rocky were there. Blue Eyes said they would die if he didn't get his $500 back.

“Like I said, Rocky was dumb as a rock. He tried to get out, but Blue Eyes pulled out a knife and stabbed him. While they were fighting, they didn't see me coming up from behind. I put two bullets in Blue Eyes before he could turn around. Your brother knew he was dead. He just stood there and waited for me to do it.

“Before I shot, however, he said something to me. He said, "Don't insult brother." He didn't know anything about it. It's probably the only good thing your brother has done in his life, and it's one of the reasons you're still alive. Without that, I would have killed you that same day. It was only after I took over Operation Blue Eyes that I realized you know nothing about nothing."”

She smiled at me. She looked like a completely different person sitting there. Then she said quietly, “I forgave you a long time ago, little brother. I did all of this tonight so that you could forgive yourself... and so that you would realize who you really are.

I just looked at her with a blank face. I still don't understand it.

She sighed. “We both learned a lot about ourselves that evening. I realized that I am much stronger than everyone else— including me– thought it was me. And I realized that you are a submissive mama's boy. You got stiff when your brother kicked your ass. And when Dave said he wanted to fuck you in the ass, you grew at least an inch inside me. That night I also realized that I like to be in control. I knew I had to destroy Blue Eyes and take over its operations. In fact, I probably would have destroyed Blue Eyes sooner or later, no matter what else happened that night.

She came towards me and took my face in her hands. "Life beats you by forcing you to be something you're not." That's how the shit in this life destroys you. You are who you are, brother, but you can still find happiness in your life. Jamie is here to take you home. He loves you or at least lusts for you. He will treat you right and give you what you need.”

I started to get up from the couch. Violet held out the dress and panties. “They suit you in many ways, brother. Wear them with pride.

As I began to pull my panties down my legs, she slapped me lightly on the butt and said, "And if you and Jamie ever get tired of each other, I'll always find a place for you here." Some of my clients like it now and then to a nice white bottom.”

I had just pulled the dress over my head when Jamie entered the room and simply said, "Let's go home, bro."

Finally it was all over. I have been forgiven.

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Two years later, Jamie and I moved to San Francisco so he could open his own restaurant. Miss Violet was a silent partner for the first ten years until Jamie paid off her loan. Times were changing then. A new generation of politicians came to power in the city and brought order there. Most of the old houses in Aiken Alley were demolished. I heard that Violet retired and moved away.

Jamie and I had 42 wonderful years together. The only thing I regretted was that we never managed to get married officially. One day a local reporter asked us how we could stay together for so long. I smiled at him and said, "I think it's because we both learned the value of forgiveness early on."

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