Nadia's Ill Advised Street Walk - Sex Stories

Nadia's Ill Advised Street Walk

In retrospect, i don't know what i was thinking, walking the streets of Ferguson Missouri that Monday night just hours after the grand jury had ruled that it would not indict the white police office who had shot and killed the young black man. It seemed like a historic gathering of people on the streets, and i thought it would be one of those moments i would never forget. i was right, but for all the wrong reasons. The police were firing tear gas into the crowd just in front of the group i was in, and chaos quickly ensued. As i ran down the street in the middle of a mob of people, i began to regret coming out here alone. This was supposed to be a peaceful protest, and the National Guard was supposed to keep things under control if anyone got out of line, but things quickly escalated and there was no control whatsoever. The last thing i remember from the street was a blow to the back of my head, and my world going dark. i awoke to find myself in a cold, dark open space, with a concrete floor and cinder block walls. i was tied to a chair with my hands behind the back of the chair and my ankles secured together after they had been passed through the side openings between the front and back chair legs, forcing my knees to remain far apart, no matter how i struggled. My clothes and jewelry (even my wedding and engagement ring) had been removed while i was u*********s, and there was a ball gag in my mouth. As my eyes opened and focused on the space around me, i saw a large black ...

... man idly playing on his smart phone. He glanced up and saw my eyes open and smiled an evil smile at me, then yelled out to his friends upstairs, "The little white ho is waking up guys, we gonna have some fun now, get us some payback and reparations and shit!" My eyes opened wide and i shook my head side to side, screaming incoherently into the ball gag and staring pleadingly at him, suddenly very aware of his gaze on my breasts hanging unsupported and swaying side to side as i squirmed, trying to free myself. He stood up and high fived his posse as they came down the stairs to the basement where i was being held, and i watched each of them parade in, each one seeming bigger and darker than the last, and all looking at me with a combination of lust and hate, like i was the embodiment of all things that had gone wrong in their lives. After 20 or more had entered the basement, the last down the stairs walked with a certain calm about him, and he settled down his crew as he walked behind my chair and addressed them while running his strong fingers through my hair, "Calm down mother fuckers and listen up! What we have here is some 'Grade A' phat ass white girl, and wes all gonna have a chance to put her in her place, there ain't no hurry, and nobody gonna get left out. If her f****y's got money, which I'm sure they do based on the address on her driver's license and the clothes and jewelry we ripped off her body, then we all gonna make some money on this deal, by selling her back to ...