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It Happened In The Bone Yard
by Kathy S. (kathyseroticstories@yahoo.co.uk)

***

This story tells the tale of a young girl raped on her 
way home from work. The time period is the early 
sixties, the girl is unsure who her attacker is, but 
she has a strong suspicion that it was a black man. 
(MF, nc, rp, v, 1st, intr, oral, anal, preg?)

***

This is a story told to me by one of my white female 
friends many years ago, it happened while she was 
walking home from work on a foggy night in 1963; she 
was twenty two years old at the time.

As usual I finished work at six pm; I went along with 
the other girls to clock out at the entrance to the 
plastics factory where I had been working for the past 
few months. I had been lucky to get this job, there 
wasn't much work to be had in the run down area where I 
lived; also the money came in very handy, as my fiancé 
john and I, were saving to get married. 

In those days, there were a lot of immigrants flooding 
into the country1 "Mostly Black," they tended to get 
jobs easily because they were willing to work for less 
money than white people; they didn't mind doing the 
jobs that white folk wouldn't even look at, too.

Our factory had its fair share of black workers, both 
male and female, but mostly male. Very few of us women 
mixed with the black workers; in those days if white 
women were seen associating with black people, 
especially men, they would get a bad name. 

There was one black man that was always staring at me, 
and he would often smile, I would guess his age to be 
about forty five. While waiting my turn in the queue to 
clock out I felt someone pushing against me; there was 
a hand on my arse gently caressing it; I could also 
feel this hard lump pressing into my thigh. 

My heart began to race and I started to sweat, "even 
though it was cold," everyone was pushing as usual, so 
it was difficult to know who had touched me up. I 
managed to get to the clock and punch my card, and then 
I moved to the side and waited for my friend Sally! "I 
bet you enjoyed that didn't you?" she asked. 

"What are you on about?" I said.

"You know, that black bloke feeling you up; rubbing 
your arse with his hand and poking his cock into you; I 
bet your fanny was really wet." I told her I didn't 
know who touched me and asked if it really was a black 
man, she Laughed; "You know it was you randy sod."

As we walked home we were chatting away, oblivious to 
the dense fog that was swirling around, being careful 
not to walk into anything, or fall of the path and into 
the road, although there was very little traffic on the 
road, it was still a danger. Sally was laughing about 
me being felt up, she asked, "What did it feel like?" 

"What?"

"You know, having a black man touching you; did it feel 
nice; did you like it?" 

"What do you mean 'like it' there was nothing to like; 
shut up about it will you; and don't you dare tell 
anybody." After a bit more banter, we parted and went 
off on our separate ways. 

Although I only had a short distance to walk home, my 
rout took me past the cemetery; known locally as; "The 
bone yard." I had never been nervous of the bone yard; 
in fact as a child my friends and I often played in 
there! However tonight was different; I had this eerie 
feeling as I approached the cemetery on this cold, 
damp, foggy night; I looked around me; no one about, I 
thought to myself; "Pull yourself together your 
perfectly safe." I hurried on.

I got to a gap in the cemetery wall where a small 
section had fallen down; I heard a noise and froze in 
fear; something was thrown over my head; it stank of 
must or mould; I screamed; my scream was cut off by a 
hand or arm clamping over my mouth and face. A voice 
snarled! "Keep fuckin' quiet, don't make another 
fuckin' sound or I'll kill you; you white bitch." 

I felt myself being dragged through the gap in the 
wall, over rough ground and bumping into tombstones; 
all the time pleading with whoever had hold of me not 
to hurt me. "Please don't kill me, don't hurt me, 
please let me go, I wont tell anybody." A blow to my 
head; "shut up you cunt; were going to have jig, jig." 

I knew what this meant; I had often heard black people 
talking of jig, jig. "No, please no, don't do that to 
me please; oh god; please help me." "Aint no god gonna 
help you whity; not when my cocks inside you." 

I was forced down onto a headstone that had fallen 
flat, my skirt was pulled up to my waist, and my 
knickers were being dragged down; I was struggling and 
begging him not to rape me! "Shut the fuck up or I'll 
knock you out," he said. "Just lie still and enjoy it." 

My legs were pulled roughly apart and he got between 
them, he was fumbling with his clothes; then he lay 
down on me. My back and legs were wet from the damp 
headstone, and it was hard and rough. I felt his penis 
probing around the entrance to my vagina; I began to 
struggle. 

"Whoosh!" the wind was knocked out of me as he punched 
me in the stomach! I could feel him trying to force his 
cock into me; it was painful, my fanny was so dry; he 
spit on his hand a couple of times then rubbed it into 
my hole; now he had his knob inside; he kept pushing, 
moving in and out; it went in further; there was an 
agonising pain as he broke past my hymen; I tried to 
scream; his hand was over my mouth; forcing the filthy 
fabric of whatever he put over my head inside he had 
taken my virginity. 

Now it was much easier for him to push deep inside me, 
my blood and his own lubrication allowed him easy 
access. He was ploughing into me like a madman; the 
force of his downward thrusts was rubbing my back raw 
on the headstone. I realized he was going to cum so I 
pleaded with him to pull his dick out1 "Please don't 
come in me; please don't give me a baby; I'm getting 
married; he wont marry me if I've got a baby;" I 
sobbed. He gave a few more grunts and thrusts and 
pushed deep into me; unloading his filthy sperm to swim 
around inside my vagina; searching for my eggs.

He just lay on me for a couple of minutes, then pulled 
his softening cock out of me, he crawled up my body and 
sat on my chest, pulling my head up to meet him he 
raised the smelly fabric a little and forced his dirty 
knob into my mouth, "Suck me, suck me, suck my cock and 
get it hard again; I want to fuck you again." 

I was gagging and spluttering; the taste was awful; but 
he was getting another erection; when his cock was 
solid he pulled out of my mouth and got to his feet, 
dragging me up with him. There was a low headstone 
close by and he made me kneel in front of it, he pushed 
me forward so that I was doubled over the stone; then I 
felt his dick; he was trying to push it up my arse. 

I tried to struggle but the way I was bent over, it was 
impossible. "If you scream or make a sound I'll break 
your fuckin' neck!" he said. Pushing, and manoeuvring 
his cock with one hand it gradually started to go in. 

The pain was unbearable; "Oh god; make him take it out 
I pleaded; please its killing me, take it out." He was 
moving it in and out, he suddenly pushed forward and it 
went right up inside my arse; it was agony. After a few 
minuets of pumping me he said; "I'm cumming! I'm 
cumming! I'm shooting my load up your arse!" 

I  began to vomit! I think I passed out for a moment or 
so, because suddenly he was gone. Unsteadily, I managed 
to get to my feet; my knees were all scraped from the 
gravel I had been forced to kneel down on, and the pain 
in my bottom was dreadful. That bastards; spunk was 
dribbling out of my vagina and arse and down my legs; I 
sat on the headstone weeping for I don't know how long, 
before making my way home. 

The following day was Friday, pay day; I phoned the 
factory and told them I was sick, I said I would be 
back in on Monday and asked them to give my wages to 
Sally; they agreed but said if I wasn't in on Monday I 
would need a doctors note. I thought to myself I'll 
need more than a note if that bastard has made me 
pregnant. 

Both my vagina and my anus were very sore, I had taken 
a bath when I got home last night; I wanted to wash 
away my rape; to get rid of the smell of that old dirty 
blanket. I wanted to clean out any of the spunk from my 
fanny and arse that was still lingering inside me. Now 
this morning I had time to reflect on what had happened 
to me; I didn't see the face of the man who raped me at 
all; my head was covered by that old blanket the whole 
time. His voice wasn't English, nor was it West Indian; 
the majority of the blacks at the factory were West 
Indian, so I knew that accent well. 

To be honest, I had no idea if I had been raped by a 
black man or a white man. What would I do if I was 
pregnant? I could pass a white baby off as John's; 
although this would mean I will have to let him fuck 
me; but what if it was black; he will definitely know 
it's not his. My thoughts carried on like this for the 
rest of the day until Sally arrived with my wages.

"What's wrong with you, you were ok last night;" Sally 
said as I let her into the house; "bloody hell your 
face is all bruised; and look at your legs; you been 
run over." "No" I replied, "I got raped last night in 
the bone yard!" Ever the optimist, Sally said! "What 
was it like; did you like it; did he have a big cock!" 
Question, after question, after question until I 
silenced her. "Shut up and I'll tell you all about it; 
but don't you dare tell anyone else, you hear." 

She sat in silence; dumbstruck; while I recounted my 
ordeal to her. After I had finished she just stared at 
me; looking at her I said, "W-what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just didn't know you were a virgin that's 
all. You sure you don't know if he was black or not; it 
might have been him who was feeling you up at the 
factory last night." 

I agreed and said, "The only thing I know is he had 
this funny accent; I don't know where it was from." 
Sally wanted to know what I was going to do if I was 
pregnant. I told her my period was due in a week's time 
so I would wait and see.

During lunch break on the Monday morning, sally and I 
sat in the canteen chatting, I looked over towards the 
window and saw the same black man who was always 
watching me, staring back; I was startled and looked 
away, muttering under my breath to Sally! "He's over 
there, don't let him see you looking, but he's over by 
the window; he's watching me." 

Sally took a quick look towards the window and turned 
back to me, excitedly saying! "That's him, that's the 
bloke I saw feeling you up the other night;" she took 
another sly peak at him and then looked at me and said! 
"He looks ok to me; I don't think he would rape 
anybody; he's good looking, he could probably get most 
girls; huh; maybe not too many white girls." I said 
softly.

"That's it; you know how mad for white women these 
black men are; suppose he has been trying to get off 
with a white girl, and she wouldn't let him have it; 
that might make him go out and rape someone! Looking 
bored with the whole thing, Sally got to her feet 
looked over at him again, saying, "I don't think so; 
I'm going to the toilet, see you back inside." 

I sat there for another while finishing my lunch, every 
so often I would sneak a look at him to see if he was 
still watching me; he was; and still smiling that 
sickly smile. He made an O by using his index finger of 
one hand, then, using the index finger of the other 
hand he was pushing it in and out of the O; indicating 
the sex act; all the time staring at me and grinning. I 
was shocked; I began to tremble, and started sobbing. 

It was him; he was the bastard who had raped me; I put 
my head in my hands and sobbed quietly to myself. 
Suddenly I was brought back to my senses! The strange 
voice; the voice of the man who raped me! "How are you 
feeling today; I hope you are not too sore; but you 
were very tight the other night weren't you?" I looked 
up startled; he was leaning down; whispering into my 
ear. It was as if he was trying to torment me! Proving 
to me that it was him! Knowing, that I couldn't! Or 
wouldn't! Be able to do anything about it.

He was right; there was no way I could ever tell anyone 
else what had happened to me; apart from Sally no one 
else would ever find out, she promised not to say 
anything; and didn't. I could never tell people I had 
sex with a black man; even if it was rape, my name 
would be mud; no one would have anything to do with me, 
and I would lose all my friends; especially John, my 
fiancé. My only worry now; was I might be pregnant! I 
didn't worry for long; ten days later I started my 
period. 

Kathy S.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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