Race Relations in a Dysfunctional Southern County

[SoftGameHunter]

Teaser: In rural Mississippi's Lurayn County, race relations have taken a turn for the lurid. No racial grievance, however slight or significant, can't be expressed by taking it out on the other race's womenfolk. Caryn Matthews believes she can be the voice and body of reason, but she has gravely miscalculated.
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Title: Race Relations in a Dysfunctional Southern County
Author: SoftGameHunter
Content Warnings: Another from the archives. I'm playing fast and loose with racist imagery and language for the sake of sexual jollies. Don't read further if you're expecting anything sensitive and well-thought-out.
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Race Relations in a Dysfunctional Southern County

The van came to a screeching stop in the middle of the street. The rear door was opened by some hidden occupant, but then a naked woman went hurling out through the opening. The van door was closed and the van itself racing away before she finished falling to the pavement. It was clear to the witnesses that she was handcuffed, fully naked, and black.

“You bastards!” she shrieked in sputtering rage and shame at the departing vehicle. As she struggled to get up, it was obvious she was very attractive. A full-figured corn-fed negress of modest midriff and massive mammaries. In other words, a typical rape victim in Lurayn County, Mississippi. Everyone around watched as the distraught woman got to her feet and begged for help from everyone around her. She was probably miles from home, but that didn’t matter. It was a white town. In modern America, a black man could walk relatively safely in a white Lurayn County town, but a black woman was in trouble.

As Caryn watched the spectacle of the crying woman with growing shame and disgust, she began the final stages in her mind of wanting to do something. Caryn Matthews was descended from some of the biggest slaveholders of the old south, and attitudes still ran extreme in her family. By some freak accident of neuro-chemistry she had not taken on the racist gene, if there was one.

It went both ways, more or less. White men raped black women. Black men raped the white women. And both sides raped their own, just less so. That black woman crying and running in circles in the street, Caryn knew, was in for a lot more rape. There were already five guys surrounding her, and not the cream of the crop, either. Naked and handcuffed, she was going to suffer a lot more before she ever got home.

Caryn made a decision. Reparations. Not financial, but more personal. Black slave women had been denied their sexual rights under white slaveowners. Slavery was over, but the legacy remained, right out there in the street. She turned in disgust to go start her plan.

Five days later, in Washburn township of Lurayn County, Caryn Matthews began her morning walk down the middle of main street. Her tee shirt was a big Confederate flag. She held a big sign with ‘Niggers back to Africa’ on one side and ‘Proud Matthews, daughter of the pure south’ on the back. Otherwise she had short jean shorts and flip flops. It was a rape-me outfit if there ever was one.

Now she just had to wait for some black men to come for her. She figured it wouldn’t take long. Summers were times of hot passions and hotter frustrations all over the county. She soon realized that the temperature out on the pavement was hotter still, and though she got plenty of angry stares, no black men tried to accost her. Some glared at her. A few even laughed at her. And some drove by shouting disgusting epithets and threats at her. But no one came after her. Even when she left the more public areas for streets with fewer witnesses, she seemed to stay safe. Caryn grew increasingly frustrated. Was she the only unrapable white girl in Washburn?

Two hours later she gave it up. They just weren’t coming for her. Her attempt to take one for the cause of racial reparations had failed. She had failed. Failed herself and failed her black brothers. Even failed her white sisters in a way, as she was doing it on their behalf in part. She slid back behind the wheel of her car and pulled away from the curb. Maybe she would try again. But just as she was leaving the parking space on the side street she’d used to avoid attention, a big pickup truck pulled up alongside her and several men jumped out of the back. Finally, she thought, it took long enough. But when they pulled her door open and dragged her out, the men were all white. Rednecks and thugs, sure, but all white.

“What the fuck are you doing you damn bitch? Goddam race traitor, trying to give it away!” They hurled her into the back and the truck took off, hurrying out of town. Caryn laid in the back, pinned down by three men. Once outside of town they ripped each of her clothing items off and tossed them out of the truck. Soon she was naked, tied up, and on her way to whatever was to be her fate.

It was all wrong. She was trying to do the right thing. Now she was just going to be gang raped for nothing. Sure enough, they drove her forty miles to a big clearing where she was left gasping and sobbing in desperation. Waiting for them were dozens and dozens of angry rednecks. All white, but waiting for her.

“No, no, you can’t do this to me! For the love of god, stop!” she cried as they carried her into the middle of a circle of men and dropped her to the ground.

“Mark her!” the driver shouted, and he was the first to go at her. Just dropping his pants, he began to fuck her bound body. Her legs were untied, but her hands remained behind her back. He shoved his cock into her fast, and soon another one pressed to her lips.

“Do it right if you want to keep your nigger-loving teeth, bitch,” the man said. So Caryn had to take the cock in her mouth as the man face-raped her. She’d never had two cocks in her at the same time, and with the crowd of over a hundred jeering and cheering crazily around her, she had a feeling it wouldn’t be her last.

One after another they came at her. And soon enough another cock was in her ass. Three cocks at once pummeled her, most of them dirty, unwashed, stinking of crotch sweat. And all of them without fail came on her, squirting varying tastes of cum all over her, much of it on her face but also on her tits and crotch and other places. Before too long she was coated in cum, thick gooey slimy cum that stuck to her hair and nose and eyes. No matter how she cried and begged, they kept cumming on her after raping her. Eventually she was blinded, unable to open her eyes because of the stinging, salty goop on her face. But even though she couldn’t tell if they were repeating themselves or not, she realized she’d been raped at least a hundred times before they petered out.

That was not her end. When it was done, they backed the pickup truck up to her and put her in the back, holding her down with their feet, trying to touch her sperm-drenched body as little as possible. There was another drive on the hot day. Caryn started getting her eyes open again. But from the bed of the truck, she had no good view. Finally, though, they were in a town. With a screech of brakes and peeling rubber, they dropped the tailgate and kicked her, still bound, cum-soaked, and naked out the back. She landed on hard asphalt and the truck roared away.

Crying and blathering in her reduced mental state, she got to her feet and began trying to flee. There was a crowd gathered around her now, all black from their looks. She frantically tried to circle around, getting out of their way. Her cunt hurt and she didn’t want to do her reparations game anymore.

“You, you’re that white cracker cunt that tried to bait us over in Washburn!” some man said.

“I, I, sorry!” she blurted out.

“Yeah, she was walking around with this tee-shirt that was all nigger-this and Africa-that. While a truck full of her homeboys was waiting a block over the whole time. Well, bitch, we ain’t that stupid! We didn’t fall for it, but your tonky boys ain’t here now!”

“Oh god, please, don’t do it!” She begged and pleaded, but soon enough one of them drove a pickup up to her, and several of the black men grabbed her and hurled her in back. “Please! Not again!” she screamed as they drove off with her. They drove out to some old cabin by the river. Once there, they pulled her inside and tied her spread wide to a disgusting old cot with a stained, smelly mattress. And one after the other, they began to rape her. Her pussy hurt so much from the first one that now just a touch set off waves of pain, but the big black cocks suddenly ramming into her were beyond horror. She was comparatively eager to just suck on the ones in her mouth. She could hear more and more vehicles turning up outside, and the crowds waiting in the room and just outside. And as each of them finished, they too came on her. She didn’t know what kind of code was in play, but not a single load of cum went down her throat or in her pussy that day, though some got in her mouth or on her cunt.

After a time they flipped her to rape her ass for a while, but they seemed to prefer her lashed to the bed. Even so, one black man after another came to rape the little white bitch with the obnoxious tee-shirt. On it went into the night. Dozens of cocks. Hundreds of cocks. And one dazed, blistered, spent white girl lying and dying in the middle of it. Or so she believed.

Caryn didn’t remember falling asleep, but she awoke when they untied her and jerked her up, tying her hands again and putting her into a pickup. She groaned. Where to this time? She was a walking blob of semi-dried cum by then. The humid, brutal heat of the southern summer kept everything wet. It was a moderately long drive, but they dumped her out the back as the sun came up and drove off. Still tied, she looked around and found herself back in her own hometown of Ferdiss.

Coughing and gasping, she finally managed to get to her feet, crying in pain. And shame. And the horror of such a ghastly large rape. She reckoned at least three hundred men had raped her in under twenty-four hours.

Suddenly a pickup came roaring up, screeching to a halt, and several good-ol boys leered at her. “Well well, Caryn Matthews, I guess we didn’t teach your nigger-loving ass well enough yesterday. You got that colored cum on you. Been banging your black brothers in arms, eh?”

“No, no, it’s not like that!” she sobbed. But it was no good. They grabbed her and tossed her into the back before driving off with her.

“We’ll teach you real good, cunt!”

She sobbed as they headed out, their only brief distraction being another pickup they passed twenty minutes later with a bound, cum-soaked naked black woman screaming from the back as her captors took her off to places unknown. Caryn recognized her as the same woman she’d seen six days ago, though she neither saw nor cared the color of the woman’s captors this time. She finally recognized her fate, and tried to prep herself mentally for the next month or so of hell.

[Shocker]

Well she might not exhibit the spirit of reason, but her body works mighty fine I must say.

[Verbal13]

Whew, that was quite the rapid rough rape recounted in fashion of fantastically over the top fiction. I got mixed feelings but appreciate the author putting that together. Against the politically correct grain is refreshing i suppose.
Still, that story plays with themes i tend to leave well enough alone. Thanks for contributing an imaginative tribute to the confusion and conflict that characterizes contemporary race relations.
What do i know? Not much.
I dont feel judgement of any kind but a tad uncomfortable maybe about engaging such a racially focused theme. Thanks for creating a bold story, a different style beyond my normal thought process. Nothing right or wrong in my mind about a fiction story. To each their own, live and let live. I welcome reading things that disturb me. Writing typically is more fun when flying in face of socially sanctioned ideas. Premise is welcome, controversial as it is, along with general questioning of taboos including ravishment.
Not sure if my rambling made sense, but was gushing from the heart and i will post comments for what its worth. Cheers

[SoftGameHunter]

This isn't the first time I've noted the irony of racially themed stories like this one. I have no problem with referring to women as cunt, whore, bitch, slag, cum bucket, cock sheathe, well that list just goes on and on (and to be honest, I usually just repeat the first three). But use the N-word in context with a racist, fictional character saying it and I have to stop and pause and ask if I should. My smut sensibilities don't correlate to my political correctness in the slightest.

I have a few more, but I'll keep them spread out.

[Lucius]

Why did I misread the title as 'Rape Relations in a Dysfunctional Southern County'... The only thing sensitive here is the certain body parts of the protagonist and the black woman.

[HistBuff]

I remember reading the longer original version on RavishU, where it was stated that being prosecuted for rape in this county was a distant theoretical concept, or something along those lines. Well-chosen words and the sentences are short for a dry delivery that gives a sense of bleakness to her ordeal.

[Vile8r]

I seem to recall reading the original posting of this story too, @SoftGameHunter . It hasn't lost any of its impact. It was good then, it's still good now!

I've always been a fan of racial rape, whether it be white on black or black on white. It can be a sensitive, triggering issue for some, but I look at it as simply a story, just like any other. That said, I think Caryn will probably reconsider the next time she wants to see 'reparations'!

[SoftGameHunter]

Uh, sorry guys, but there is no longer version of this story. I did write some similar stories, and maybe one of them is what you're thinking of. I believe I've also used Lurayn County as a setting. If it's a much older story, it may be lost, but if it was written since 2017, I likely still have it, if I can remember which one you might be thinking of.

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@Vile8r @HistBuff
It's Lurayn County Blues. I'll go ahead and post it now since there seems to be a demand.