The Migrant - Pt.7 & Pt.8

Essential Synopsis: A young white girl decides to welcome a new group of North African Migrants after they move into her neighborhood, and finds herself the subject of desire of one of them... how will she wind up?

Author's Note: I tend to like to pick roles with certain actresses/celebrities in mind as a visual aid, and in this case it's no exception. Therefore, I give you the girl you should envision while reading this story, Chloe Grace Moretz, who is in the role of Grace.

The Migrant
Part Seven

Eventually, everyone had indeed settled down for a restful and recuperative night. Even Maisie, who had surprised Grace and proved herself the most voracious of the girls by her unyielding desire to keep going long after the others had each given up to their own exhaustion. Grace had wondered if Maisie would go all night when she’d headed off to bed down with Hasan, as the youngest girl had still been going at it with Malik, Joban, and Kasim, showing little in the way of fatigue. As for when exactly Maisie had finally succumb to an inevitable need to recover, Grace could only guess, as she herself had slept rather peacefully throughout the night in the loving embrace of her man.

Quietly. Sneakily. Grace pulled herself free from him as he continued to slumber, and though she’d remembered his proclamation of having enjoyed her rather impromptu morning blowjob as a wake-up surprise a day prior, Grace figured to let him be for now while she went down and began preparing a big breakfast for everyone. Though, as she stood just outside of her bed, eyes tracing over Hasan’s physical perfection as he slept in the nude, splayed out with his massive cock tempting her as it hung between his thighs, Grace struggled to keep an objective mind. Her nubile body ached with a carnal need to climb atop him and feel him penetrate deep inside her just one more time.

Biting her lip as she blankly slipped a finger between her thighs to play against her now quivering pussy, Grace stifled a moan before exhaling deeply in resignation as she turned on bare heel and slowly strode out of her bedroom. “Fuck...” She whispered softly after pulling her damp finger away, stopping just before the top of the stairs with a quizzical look before remembering and understanding why the door to her father’s bedroom had been closed shut. With a nod, she recalled how Kayla and Jess had retired there with Ahmed, and how the giddy sounds of their celebration of his birthday had lasted long into the early-morning hours.

Shaking her head in amusement, she also remembered how her, and Hasan’s passion had been similarly extended, and though theirs had been decidedly more intimate and loving by comparison, it had also still been quite raucous at times.

“Right... breakfast.” She said to herself.

Descending the stairs, Grace giggled softly as she realized her legs still felt a bit wobbly from all the night’s action. An instant later though, her attention shifted to her right as she heard a soft moan come from someone.

“No way!” Grace whispered in disbelief.

There she was, at it again. Maisie rocking her hips back-and-forth as she straddled Malik’s lap while he sat comfortably on the big couch, his big hands placed over each of her budding bosoms. Nearby, a still slumbering Joban lay at the other end of the couch, while Kasim was passed out on the recliner. Grinning as she watched Maisie ride one of the men who had spent most of the night running a train on her, Grace once again felt her own rising tide of arousal in reaction to the sight of it all. Trailing her gaze over the slender body of her friend, she saw where Malik’s impressively sized dick disappeared up inside of Maisie’s swollen pussy and was still genuinely surprised it fit in her.

“Good... morning... Grace...” said Malik as he spotted her watching, prompting Maisie to turn and look back over her shoulder, a satisfied grin of sexual drunkenness still evident on her cute face.

“Unh... good morning... ahh!” Maisie whimpered softly.

“I’ll uhh... let you two be. Cooking some breakfast, yeah.” Grace replied, pushing off from where she’d leant against the inside frame of the archway that led into the living room, an amused grin plastered on her own face as she heard Maisie moan again.

Giggling as she approached the fridge, Grace began retrieving all the ingredients she’d need to fix up a big, late-morning breakfast for everyone. In the back of her mind, as she continued to hear the occasional moan from Maisie, she felt a supreme sense of pride and gleefulness for how her friend had changed so rapidly. That overwhelming sense of innocence that Maisie had been known for was gone now, replaced by an utterly insatiable sluttiness that would give any of the other girls a run for their money when it came to being the life of the party. Grace knew with certainty, that from then on, the four of them would be closer than they ever before had been, and that Maisie would never again feel like she was the outsider of the group.

A second later though, Grace jumped as she heard Maisie scream at the top of her lungs, causing her to drop the big bowl of eggs she’d been beating. Immediately, Grace knew that it hadn’t been the sort of scream caused by sex, but rather distress.

“Shit!” Grace exclaimed, looking at the mess of eggs on the kitchen floor before leaving it to run and check-on Maisie in the living room. When she arrived an instant later, she saw Maisie curled up on the couch, clinging onto a blanket to cover herself up, while Malik and the now awakened Joban and Kasim had gone to deal with the issue. Following after them as Maisie shrieked again, Grace peered past Joban and saw the cause of alarm, the pit of her stomach suddenly growing heavy. “Kevin!” Grace shouted as she strode over to stand beside a naked Joban, while Kasim and Malik, the latter of whose cock was still rock-hard and slick with Maisie’s juices, held unto either of Kevin’s arms.

“The pervert! He was... he was watching me!” Maisie proclaimed.

“What’s going on?” Grace heard Hasan’s deep voice from behind her now, as both he and Ahmed had come down to investigate. Soon after, Kayla and Jess had arrived to comfort a clearly distraught Maisie on the couch.

“Kevin! What the fuck?!” Grace shouted.

"I'm sorry... I was just... I just wanted to see what was going on!” Kevin answered.

“He’s a perv!” accused Maisie.

“No... I... I swear, I didn’t mean to--” Kevin tried to respond, but was cut off mid-sentence as Malik slapped one of his big hands against his neck and constricted it tightly, causing Kevin’s face to immediately start turning a shade of beet red.

“Hey! Stop!” Grace instinctively protested, pointing a hand at Malik.

“Grace!” Hasan blurted an instant later, the tone in his voice menacingly stern as it stopped Grace in her tracks. The look in his face was one of a grave warning, as though he wouldn’t allow her to interfere. Apologetically, Grace turned away from Kevin and the two men that had held him up, trotting herself over to stand beside Hasan in an obvious act of contrition and obedience to him. “This... whiteboy, is your friend?” He asked her as she averted her eyes in a notion of shame as she could sense the accusatory glare of Maisie, Kayla, Jess, and all five of the men. “This is the... faggot, you told me about?” He added a second later, picking up on how Grace seemed distraught.

“Faggot?” Kayla caught, looking back to Kevin with a wide-open mouth.

“I knew it!” Jess said.

“He’s.... he’s gay?” Maisie asked softly.

First looking to Hasan for approval, who gave it with an almost imperceptible nod, Grace looked to her friends. “Umm... yeah... Kevin... Kevin’s gay.” She said, outing him to them, and effectively outing him to the only people other than herself who now knew it.

“Then... why was he watching us?” Maisie added.

“That’s a good question.” Hasan answered, stepping past Grace as he approached the slid open double-doors that led out to the backyard and pool, where Kasim and Malik were holding Kevin in place. “So... why were you watching?” He asked, Malik loosening his grip of Kevin’s throat to allow him to answer. “Tell me... faggot whiteboy... why were you here, watching?” Hasan glared down at Kevin, the size difference noticeable as the Adonis like black-man stood a good foot-taller, and no-doubt outweighed the slenderly built whiteboy by at least eighty-pounds. “Well?” He pressed.

Watching from afar, Grace felt an ounce of sympathy for her beleaguered friend as he was being intimidated, though she felt far more frustrated that he had wandered over and caused what was now going on.

“I...” Kevin stammered, trying to peer past Hasan to Grace for help.

“Answer me, faggot whiteboy.” Hasan said.

Rightfully terrified by how Hasan stared at him, Kevin began to tremble in his place as panic began to settle in. “I... I just wanted to see...” He hesitated before continuing with his explanation. “...I’m sorry. I--” cut off again, Malik re-tightened his grip of Kevin’s throat a second later.

“Faggot whiteboy wanted to see our dicks!” Joban announced prior to laughing.

Kasim, Malik, and Ahmed each began to laugh as well, which in turn caused Kayla and Jess to start laughing too. Casting a glance back to Grace, Hasan grinned as he approved of how everyone had begun to react.

“We should see his pathetic little worm! It’s only fair!” Ahmed declared.

From where she stood next to Hasan, Grace bit her lip as she remembered her place, or rather the place that Hasan had just so promptly put her in. It wasn’t that she’d wanted to be disrespectful to him, or any of the other men, rather she felt an innate need to step in and save her friend. After all, she’d known Kevin most of her life, and to a degree, he was her best and closest friend. But, as she stood there, Kasim and Malik still holding Kevin in place, and Ahmed closing distance, Grace felt that sense of cruelty begin to build within her mind again. It was the same sensation she’d experienced the other day when Hasan had first called Kevin a faggot, and Grace had reciprocated use of the derogatory slur. Worst of all, Grace couldn’t deny how good it felt.

“No... wait, please, I...” Kevin protested, tugging at his arms in futility.

“Here!” Ahmed announced as with one quick yank, he’d pulled Kevin’s shorts down to his ankles, revealing him and his unprotected dick to everyone. Immediately, Kayla and Jess started laughing as they pointed at it. Maisie too, after averting her eyes momentarily, began to chuckle, while each of the black men similarly began to laugh. Grace naturally knew what would be shown before it had, as she’d seen Kevin naked a number of times in the past, most recently last summer when they’d gone skinny dipping together. So, while she didn’t start laughing out of surprise, given she knew what to expect, she did soon start to laugh out of a notion of peer pressure.

“It’s like a baby dick!” Maisie shouted.

Peering over at her friends, Grace gave into the situation, letting that cruel sense of arousal fuel her as she pointed at Kevin mockingly. “It’s disgusting, right?” She declared, catching a cast glimpse of approval from Hasan standing beside her. “It’s like... shriveled up too! Look at it! He’s so tiny! He’s pathetic!” Grace said, eliciting even more laughter from her friends. Driven by a sudden inspiration, Grace then strode away from Hasan to where Kevin was still held in place, her eyes narrowing as she drew closer. “What the fuck were you thinking, whiteboy?” She said accusingly. “You think ‘ANY’ of us want anything to do with the likes of you, or your little baby dick?” Grace glanced back over her shoulder to her friends, and then to Hasan.

“Grace... I... I’m sorry... I just...” Kevin was starting to sob now, tears streaming down his face as he realized the one person he’d expected to come to his rescue, had turned their back on him and would now lead the charge.

“I don’t care, Kevin!” Grace said angrily, letting her arousal fuel her cruelty and her rage as it built, a sudden daze of hatred for Kevin coming over her. “You stupid asshole! You weren’t supposed to be here! I told you that! You... you interfered in my party! You ruined Ahmed’s birthday!” She pointed a finger right in Kevin’s face as she went on. “How can I possibly forgive you for this?!” She asked.

“Grace... please...” Kevin pleaded.

“Don’t listen to him Grace!” shouted Maisie.

“I’m not.” Grace declared simply, and without any forewarning she kicked Kevin square in his exposed groin with her right foot. Immediately, Kevin groaned as she’d nailed his dick and balls in one harsh kick, and while he would’ve likely collapsed due to the dull agony she’d just caused, he was instead held in place by Malik and Kasim. Behind her, the girls roared with laughter and cheered Grace on, while Ahmed and Hasan began chuckling rather loudly. “You stupid fucking faggot!” Grace shouted angrily, not really caring if any of her neighbors might have heard her as she kicked Kevin a second time in his groin, almost losing her balance and doubling over afterward, the front of her foot aching a little from having kicked him so hard.

Groaning, Kevin’s knees buckled, and he tried to curl them up in order to try and alleviate the pain he felt, while simultaneously his little dick began to shrivel up even more.

“Yeah girl!” exclaimed Jess.

“Take this too, you bitch boy!” declared Kayla as she’d come over to join Grace, similarly launching her foot upward to kick Kevin in his groin. Afterward, she laughed loudly and threw up her hands in the air triumphantly.

“I want one too!” Jess said, running over and kicking Kevin next.

“Maisie?” asked Grace, looking back to the girl still curled up under a blanket on the long couch.

“No... I’m good.” Maisie said. “I like watching though.”

“I’ll take hers!” Kayla said, kicking Kevin a fifth time.

The group laughed as Kevin groaned and whimpered, his slender body supported solely by Malik and Kasim. Grace watched as he looked as though he might vomit, pass out, or even both from the agony he was in. Given how hard she, and the other girls had just kicked him in his groin, Grace knew he’d likely be bruised afterward. And while Grace knew she should have felt some notion of remorse for having been so mean to her friend, she simply didn’t. She felt only anger. Vitriol. Hatred. She was both disgusted and enraged by Kevin. Worst of all, in the back of her mind, Grace could hear a little voice growing louder as it begged her to ask Hasan and his friends to beat to a pulp.

“I think he’s had enough.” Hasan said simply, surprising Grace.

“He has?” Maisie asked in a clearly disappointed tone of voice.

“I think so. You hear me, faggot whiteboy. You’ve had enough, yes?” Hasan asked, stepping closer that he might look Kevin in his face. Though, as Kevin still reeled in pain, Hasan grew annoyed that he wouldn’t face him as he spoke. “Look at me!” he shouted aggressively, snatching Kevin by his medium-length hair, and pulling it until it contorted Kevin’s neck awkwardly, forcing him to stare up at Hasan. For Grace, she felt her heart skip a beat, and a tinge of excitement emanate throughout her body at the prospect of her man unleashing some due violence on Kevin.

“Ahh! Yes! I... I hear you! I’m sorry!” Kevin blurted out in a panic.

“Good!” Hasan said, releasing Kevin’s hair. “You may go.” He added, casting a glance at both Malik and Kasim. “But... if you ever, do something like this again...” Hasan pointed a finger right in Kevin’s face for emphasis. “...I will fucking kill you. You understand?” He asked, the tone in his voice making it clear that this wasn’t a threat, but a promise. One that Grace found herself surprisingly hopeful he’d someday get to keep.

“I... I understand... I’m sorry, I’ll never do something like this again. I swear!” Kevin pleaded, and with that Malik and Kasim released their grips of his arms, allowing him to collapse unto his hands and knees in front of Hasan.

“Good. Now go.” Hasan said.

And, after casting a wary glance up at him, and then to Grace, Kevin stumbled to his feet, pulled his shorts back up, and hobbled away. Glaring after him, Grace felt the rising tide of anger in her mount as she felt Kevin had gotten off easy.

“Are you okay?” Hasan asked of Maisie.

“I’m fine. Thank you.” She answered.

“Grace?” Hasan said softly.

“Hmm?” Grace replied absently, snapping back to the moment from having been lost in thought about all that had happened. She saw that Hasan, and in fact everyone was now staring at her. A feeling of dread began to build as she replayed all of what had just happened in her mind and felt a supreme sense of guilt and shame. “Oh my God... you guys, I'm so sorry." She said suddenly, a torrent of tears streaming from her greenish-blue eyes as she brought her hands to her face. “I didn’t know that’d happen! I didn’t think he’d... I’m so sorry, he ruined everything.” Grace sniffled, casting a glance past Hasan to Ahmed. “I’m so sorry he ruined your birthday.” She said.

Sensing her distress, Hasan approached Grace and embraced her in a comforting hug as she nuzzled into his chest. Immediately, both Jess and Kayla came over to plant their own reassuring hands on either of Grace’s shoulders.

“Hey! Grace! It’s okay! It’s not your fault, honey!” Jess said.

“Yeah, no it’s not! And, like... the night was still incredible!” Kayla added.

“Grace... seriously, it was the best night ever! Really!” Maisie declared.

Sniffling as she pulled her face from her hands, Grace smiled to her friends in turn, and then to Hasan who held unto her still. “It was pretty awesome, wasn’t it?” She asked him, desperate for his approval most of all.

“It was lovely.” Hasan said, planting a tender kiss against her forehead.

“Yes, Grace. Thank you for making my birthday, a memorable one.” Ahmed soon said.

“You’re welcome.” Grace replied happily, wiping tears away. “So... umm... I was making everyone breakfast when... well... and I dropped everything because of it.” She began to explain. “If you guys just... like... hang out a bit, I’ll run to the store, and re-buy all the ingredients I’ll need to cook, and we can enjoy a late breakfast?”

“No. That’s alright. I think we should go out for breakfast, yes?” Hasan asked.

“That sounds great, actually.” Jess said.

“Yeah. Definitely.” Kayla added.

“Then it is settled. We will leave in half-an-hour.” Hasan declared.

“Cool.” Maisie quipped.

“Umm... I thought you’d have to head home early, because of your ***?” Grace asked in surprise that Maisie would join them. After all, from what she knew, her *** had been quite the domineering type, and likely would’ve already been angry about Maisie spending the night as it was. “I mean, I want you to come if you can. But... like, I don’t want you to get in any more trouble than you already are.” Grace added.

“It’s okay. My ***’s going to bitch anyway. I might as well get my money’s worth.” Maisie answered prior to exiting from underneath the blanket. “Besides, this sounds like a lot of fun.”

Smiling happily, Grace nodded in affirmation.

About a half-hour later, after everyone had struggled to locate their respective dresses and or clothing from wherever they’d been so carelessly strewn the night prior, and after Grace had offered to lend some more comfortable clothing to the girls, the nine of them emerged from the front of her home as a pack. Together they wandered down the sidewalk, passing by the apartment complex on their way into town, headed for a little restaurant that the girls frequented. Grace of course walked with Hasan, and Jess and Kayla with Ahmed, while Maisie was surrounded by her three men at the back. When they arrived together at the restaurant, being seated as a group by a confused looking, elderly maître de, they’d similarly sat in their respective situations.

Breakfast, or more appropriately brunch, proceeded from there on in quite a fashion as the four girls seemed to compete with one another to see who could be the loudest and most obnoxious. All around them, other patrons looked on as the four young girls played and teased the five older black men in obvious flirtation. The dynamic which existed between them on obvious display, though none of them really seemed to care what anyone else thought or said. They just enjoyed themselves, and one another’s company. None more so than Maisie though, who after placing her order with the waiter, had snuck off to the bathroom, and been joined by Malik a minute later.

Everyone at the table knew what Maisie and Malik had been up to, not only because they returned to the table together a few minutes later, or because of the obvious state of distress that was Maisie’s short brunette hair, but because Maisie flat-out told them when she’d got back. “I figured since we were interrupted earlier, we might as well finish what we’d started.” She explained subtly, then not so subtly added “He fucked my brains out!” in a loud tone of voice, when she saw that a nearby table of older women were staring at her with disapproval clearly evident in their faces. Grace, the other girls, and the rest of the men laughed loudly at Maisie’s brash declaration.

After food, and paying the bill, they left the restaurant amidst a sea of judgmental looks from many of the other patrons, but none of the girls or the guys really seemed to care all that much. They were too absorbed enjoying one another.

So, rather than call it a morning, they decided to head further into town and explore a bunch of the little shops and boutiques that ran along main street. The way Jess had explained it, they were giving the guys an introduction to life in America now that they had come to live there. It turned out to be a rather inspired choice, Grace soon realized, as this allowed them all a chance to really know each other on a different level. Sure, at breakfast, or rather brunch, they’d chatted and got to know a little more about one another, but now they would get to interact and have fun in a non-sexual manner to. Or at least, that had been the intention, as it didn’t take long for the shenanigans to start, mostly at the behest of the girls rather than the guys.

There was a ton of obvious and over-the-top flirting, as the girls each tried to one-up each other with how they would show their affection to their respective men. And, just as there had been at the restaurant, there were plenty of judgmental looks. But, just as at the restaurant, no one seemed to step forward or openly question the group, or the fact that these beautiful young girls were so completely enamored with five, much-older African migrants. It was simply accepted. Begrudgingly so by many, but surprisingly, there were many others who found it charming. Who appreciated the fact that these girls had opened themselves up to the foreigners to readily.

So, when Kayla and Jess disappeared just inside of an alleyway between two shops to give Ahmed a blowjob, no one stepped forward to stop it, or raise an alarm. People just kept to their own business, either truthfully or willfully ignorant of it. No one protested the four girls entry into an Adult-Bookstore, or when Maisie slipped away with Joban and Kasim into one of the fitting rooms of said store, and the sounds of her being pounded against the wall were clearly audible to anyone within an earshot. And no one said anything when Grace and Hasan finally took their opportunity to break-off together, taking up one of two bathrooms in a small Coffee shop, where Hasan promptly fucked Grace in her ass until she literally screamed his name at the top of her lungs.

And as the afternoon gave way to the evening, and the group had called an end to their little downtown excursion, they did so without any regrets or apprehensions for how they had appeared, but rather with gleeful happiness to have enjoyed the day.

Numbers were of course exchanged, and plans were made for future get togethers. Kayla and Jess promising to keep in contact with Ahmed. Maisie similarly ensuring she had contact information for all three of the men who had so thoroughly enjoyed her hospitality, and sharing a sloppy passionate tongue-filled kiss with each of them before she’d finally left to head home, lamenting how she’d likely be admonished by her father for having been away for so long without checking in. In the end, only Grace and Hasan were left together in Grace’s home, lovingly embracing one another as they lay comfortably in Grace’s bed.

“Thank you for today, and yesterday.” Grace said.

“You’re very welcome.” Hasan had replied confidently.

“I umm... I’m still really sorry about what happened with Kevin.” She explained, looking her man I his eyes pleadingly. “I didn’t... I didn’t think he would cross that line. And now... now that he has, I’m furious about it.” She felt that surge of anger fueled adrenaline begin spreading throughout her body once more. “I just... he almost ruined what had been an incredible party for Ahmed.” She sighed in exasperation, tilting her head to the side as she looked out her bedroom window at the apartment complex in the distance. “I just... I don’t know what to do about him now. Like... I want to kick his ass, I’m so mad.” She punched her pillow angrily as Hasan reached out to caress the side of her face.

“He is, as all whiteboys are... weak. Pathetic. Disgusting.” Hasan said matter-of-factly.

“I... I know that now.” She reaffirmed.

“Tell me then, white girl... what do you think should happen to him?” Hasan asked.

Grace blinked as she thought on it.

“I...” she hesitated a moment longer, surprised that Hasan was so interested in hearing what she was thinking regarding Kevin. She of course wanted to please Hasan in every way imaginable, as she had so quickly come to love and adore him. Truthfully, Grace had tried to imagine her life returning to what it had been before she’d met him; what it might be like to once again live without being his to own, and she hated it. To her, this was what she wanted. What she needed. To her, she was so totally committed to Hasan, that she would’ve done almost anything for him, should he ask. And rather quickly, she had become aware of just how little affinity Hasan held for white men.

Whiteboys, she reminded herself scoldingly.

“Well?” Hasan pressed, one eyebrow perching higher than the other.

“I don’t want to lie to you. I’ve known Kevin most of my life. He... he used to be my best friend. But... after today, I just. I feel like things have changed, and I can’t see myself going back to how they were before. I don’t want to go back.” Grace swallowed hard as she could feel her heart beating more rapidly in her chest. “I want to be with you. Like... now, and for the rest of my life. I also... I also want to live up to your expectations of me. And if that... if that means cutting Kevin out of my life, because he’s a disgusting whiteboy, then so be it.” Taking a deep breath, Grace affixed her gaze on that of Hasan’s dark eyes before she went on. “And if that means Kevin must be punished... then so be that too.”

As a grin began to spread across Hasan’s face, Grace felt her heart melt for him. “Good white girl.” He said. “...and what do you ‘WANT’ to happen to him?”

This was a different concept altogether, and the moment the question hit her, Grace once more swallowed hard, as she could feel the rising tide of cruelty return. “I...” She again hesitated, as in her mind of all the fond memories of Kevin flashed in an instant, but so too did the image of him from earlier in the morning. “I want him to be punished. Hard. Brutally. I want... I want him to be made to understand what a pathetic, disgusting, piece of filth he is.” Grace clenched her fists tightly as she leant forward. “I... I want him to be broken, beaten, and brought to bear.”

“You want me to kill him?” Hasan asked.

Gasping as Grace felt a tidal wave of sinister arousal course throughout her body, she soon blushed a deep shade of red and bit her lip. “I...” Feeling her heart skip a beat, she searched for the will to say what she wanted to say.

“I thought so.” Hasan answered for her.

Grace swallowed.

“Maybe I will make your wish come true. But for now... whiteboy faggot must be punished, and he must be... as you said, be brought to bear.” Hasan reached out to again caress the side of Grace’s face as she remained attuned to his gaze.

“Yes.” Grace whispered softly.

“I want you to call him tomorrow morning.” Hasan began to explain. “I want you to tell him just how angry you are at him. I want you to tell him what you think of him. He will try to apologize. He will cry, like the little bitch he is. You will reject his apologies. And you will tell him, that he can only make it up to you, by doing everything you say.” Hasan sat up a little straighter on the bed. “He will agree. And you will take him into town; to the sex shop, where little Maisie had her fun today. There... you will help him pick out a dick cage. One of the ones you, Kayla, and Jess were making fun of.” Hasan then motioned to his apartment building visible out the bedroom window.

Grace nodded, listening intently.

“Then... you will clean him. Shave him. You will make him a little sissy faggot! Put in a dress and makeup. All of it. Then, you will bring him to my apartment.” Hasan’s hand at Grace’s face beckoned her to climb closer to him.

“And then?” She asked, feeling the warmth of Hasan’s breath against her lips.

“He will be punished.” Hasan answered before kissing Grace possessively.

Grace felt herself melt into his embrace. How she adored him. Loved him. Hasan was her everything now. And as she climbed atop his lap, feeling the now familiar pressure of his incredible cock against her body, she allowed herself to give into the carnal lust she had so quickly built up. It didn’t take long for him to lay her down, and to start fucking her hard and fast while she moaned and whimpered with each thrust. And through every perfect second of their delightfully drawn-out romp, Grace imagined Hasan, his hands tightened around Kevin’s throat, choking the very last ounce of life from him as she cheered him on. And the orgasms Grace experienced while she dreamt of this presumed eventuality, were the most intense she’d ever had.

The Migrant
Part Eight

When the morning came, and after Hasan had left her to take care of some errands, he’d said he needed to run, Grace reached for her iPhone and dialed up Kevin. In the back of her mind, she remembered the night she’d just spent with Hasan, and how she had now adopted a sincere disgust and sense of hatred for her former friend. She had gone through wave after wave of intense climaxes while having imagined Hasan offing Kevin in rather unceremonious circumstances. The idea had infected her mind now, and as far as she was concerned, it was just a matter of when, not if it would come true. Hence, as the phone rang once, then twice, her heart began to beat a little faster.

“Grace!” answered Kevin.

“Listen... before you talk, I want you to understand, just how unimaginably pissed off I am at you. Like... I can’t even... like... the words escape me, Kevin! You really crossed a line yesterday. I just... I don’t see myself ever being okay with this.” Grace was surprised by how genuine she felt as she was speaking. “I don’t know if we can be friends, ever again, Kevin!” She stated, realizing how true that notion really was. There was of course, a long pause as on the other end of the phone, she was certain Kevin was reeling far worse than he had when she and all the other girls had kicked him so brutally.

“Grace... I... I don’t know what to say... I’m... I so sorry.” He said defeatedly, the first signs of a fit of sobbing coming soon after as she could hear him sniffle. “I just... I fucked up. I know that. I... please... please, just... I’m sorry...”

“I don’t give a fuck if you’re sorry or not, Kevin!” Grace spat with vitriol.

“I know... I... I...” Kevin’s voice had gone at least an octave higher as he cried.

“Kevin...” Grace sighed. “...I don’t know if we’ll ever be okay again. I just... I don’t. But I know that we can at least try.” Grace found herself annoyed at having to make such an offer to Kevin, as she seriously considered their friendship having come to an end.

“We can?” Kevin asked.

“Yes...” Grace lied. “...but only if you stop pretending to be something you’re not, and start being the little gay boy you really are. Like... all the time. I don’t want people thinking I’m friends with a straight white dude anymore, or God forbid, that you and I are like... boyfriend and girlfriend. It’s... it’s disgusting. I want everyone to immediately know, like the moment they see you and me together, that we’re not like that. So... like, if you’re willing to do that, and if you’re willing to do pretty much whatever else I ask of you today, then maybe... I guess. I dunno. Are you listening?”

“Yeah... yeah, I’m listening.” Kevin answered desperately.

“So like... if you complain or refuse even once... then we’re done. Like for good. Do you understand?” Grace said.

“Whatever... whatever you tell me to do. I swear, I’ll do it. I’ll be whoever you want me to be. I’m so sorry, I really am. Please... tell me what to do. Who to be.” Kevin replied.

“Alright. I will.” Grace said. “Besides... I think maybe you’ll like being the person I’m going to make you into.”

“Who... Who’s that?” Kevin asked.

Taking a deep breath, Grace pushed herself up from where she’d been laying on her bed and sauntered over to her bedroom window to look out at the apartment building. “You’ll see. All you need to know right now, is that in a half-hour, you’re coming with me into town. We’re going to pick a few things up for you from a couple of stores. I mean, you wanted to be a part of what I have going on, and well, this is how we’re going to make that happen.” And with that, Grace hung up. She’d not wanted to give Kevin any chance to ask questions or make assumptions about what she was going to do to him. She also simply didn’t want to hear his voice any longer.

After showering, and getting changed into something comfortable, Grace exited her home about forty-minutes later, finding Kevin standing just outside, waiting for her with an obviously pleading sense of patience.

“Come on, dipshit!” She said scoldingly as she briskly walked by him.

The ten-minute walk into town was a silent one as Kevin didn’t say a peep the entire time they walked. In fact, he’d barely even looked at her the whole time, instead averting his gaze to anything and everything other than her as he tried to keep up.

When they arrived at the Adult-Bookstore, Kevin hesitating to enter after Grace as he wasn’t sure he was even allowed, Grace saw the same female clerk who had been working there the day before and afforded her a warm smile. “Hey!” She greeted. “Just me this time. Rest of the gang is doing other things. So, this will be quick. And umm... less loud or distracting.” Grace giggled as the clerk shook her head in amusement. When they’d been there the day before, they’d really tried her patience with their obnoxiousness, and when the sounds of Maisie getting plowed in one of the fitting rooms got really loud, Grace had expected the clerk to toss her and the others out.

But, she hadn’t. She’d just did the same thing then, as she did now; rolled her eyes and shook her head in an obvious sense of amusement. As though it hadn’t been the first time that her customers had been up to no good.

“Umm... can you lend us a hand?” Grace asked sweetly.

“Sure.” Answered the Clerk.

“I’m Grace, by the way.” Grace introduced herself, extending a hand.

“Hannah.” Replied the Clerk as she took it.

“This is Kevin. But he’s not really important.” Grace waved a hand dismissively before leading Hannah over to the wall where all of the chastity devices were on display. “So... I want to buy one of these for him. But... I’m not sure which one to choose.”

“Oh?” Hannah asked, casting a glance at Kevin which made him blush.

“Yeah... he’s got a date with a guy, and he’s afraid he won’t be able to control himself if he’s free to do whatever he wants.” The speed with which Grace had concocted a lie to cover up the real reason surprised her.

“Oh really?” Hanna giggled.

“Uhh... yeah.” Kevin said, looking to Grace with a tenuous and confused smile.

“So... like... his dick is a little under three-inches when hard.” Grace explained.

“Well... if that’s the case, then you’ll want to go with this size. But...” Hannah looked to Grace, then to Kevin, and then back to Grace. “...if you go a size too big, he might be able to get out. Which means I usually recommend you go a size small. Just in case.”

“A size small?” Grace repeated, looking through the options.

“Yeah... I mean, they only come so small, but given how little his dick is, I’d recommend this one. It’s the smallest I have in stock.” Hannah retrieved a box from the shelving and handed it to Grace.

“Size nano.” Grace read the label.

“Yep.” Hannah said.

“You hear that, Kevin. You’re a size nano.” Grace cruelly teased Kevin.

“I am.” He asked quizzically.

“You are.” Grace reaffirmed. “We’ll take it.”

“Awesome! I’ll ring you two up over here.” Hannah explained.

Not really caring if Kevin understood what was going on, or even what a chastity cage meant for him, Grace followed after Hannah to the register, and paid before any questions could be asked. By the time Kevin had left the wall of chastity devices to join her, Grace had already made it to the door and was ready to leave. “Thanks for all your help, Hannah! It was nice getting to actually meet you this time. And... I’m sorry we were so obnoxious yesterday.” Grace held the door open for another customer to enter as she smiled apologetically to the clerk.

“It’s fine. It’s nothing worse than what I’m already used to. Besides, I kind of get it. The guys you and your friends were with, were really hot.” Hannah winked to Grace, then to Kevin as he neared the exit. “Good luck with your date, Kevin!”

“Umm... yeah, thanks!” Kevin replied.

“Let’s go!” Grace ordered impatiently as she left the little adult boutique shop, Kevin falling in behind a few paces as the headed off to the next store they needed to stop by, a quaint cosmetics store. Once there, Grace hurriedly filled a shopping basket that Kevin dutifully had held unto with a wide variety of makeups and a box of bubblegum pink hair dye, eliciting a confused though gradually understanding look. “One last place, and then back home where we can complete your little makeover.” Grace smiled sweetly to Kevin, though he could detect more than a hint of an accompanying ulterior motive at play with her, one she didn’t even try to hide from him.

The last stop? A thrift-shop where Grace pulled together a makeshift outfit that Kevin would be wearing once the makeover was completed. Thankfully, he’d had a naturally slender build, with girlish hips and was only a few inches taller than she was. It had made finding the components of what Grace had in mind for him rather simple, though she told Kevin he’d need to start filling out his closet in his own time too. Naturally, nervousness began to settle in for Kevin, as he began to understand what Grace’s makeover of him would entail, and how he would be a totally different person afterward.

“Relax, dummy. I know what I’m doing.” Grace reassured him once they’d made it back to her house, and she’d led him up to her bedroom. “You’re going to like the new you...” she said. “...and so will everyone else.” She added subtly.

“Huh?” asked Kevin blankly.

“Never mind that. Strip.” Grace ordered.

The next two-hours, Grace had worked diligently as she playfully transformed Kevin into a pink-haired, clean-shaven, sissy femboy that would surely turn heads. Unsurprisingly, Grace had managed to make him into something rather attractive, as Grace had reiterated a number of times during the process, that Kevin had more of a girl’s body than not. His slender waist, long gangly legs and arms, narrow shoulders; they all leant themselves to really selling the look. And, by the time Grace had finished with makeup, having settled on a semi-slutty goth-ish look for him, she swore that some might’ve even mistook him for an actual girl.

Kevin, who had been mostly quiet during the makeover, blushed a cute shade of red as he stood in place before a mirror, his eyes looking over the reflection in amazement. She had even managed to teach him how to at least stand in heels, walking, Grace had explained would take some practice. “I... I look incredible.” Kevin commented as Grace finished fastening a pleated skirt around his waist, the perfect complement to the tight-fitting black mid-cut blouse which bared his flat tummy, and the black and pink high-stockings which ran up his slender legs to the middle of this thighs.

“Yeah... it’s definitely an improvement.” Grace said as she retrieved something from one of the bags strewn about on the nearby bed.

“My hair... my makeup. You’re... you’re amazing, Grace!” Kevin said.

“Flattery won’t help, Kevin.” Grace snapped.

“Oh...” he said softly.

“But... it doesn’t hurt either.” She soon added, a softening detected in her voice which helped to assuage the worry in Kevin’s face as he stood in front of the mirror still. It had become obvious over the course of the day how concerned he was.

“One last thing.” Grace said as she popped open a box.

“Oh?” Kevin raised an eyebrow curiously.

“Uh-huh.” Grace answered as she set the small metal chastity device down on her bedside table and unfolded it’s little instruction pamphlet. “Okay... so it goes like this, and then like this. I think I got it.” Grace said.

“So... umm...” Kevin didn’t know what to say as Grace lifted up his skirt to reveal his now smoothly shaven little dick. Twitching in place as he felt her grab it again, he swallowed audibly, still not quite used to her manhandling him so roughly. He and Grace had been friends their whole lives, and never once had she touched him there, but in the last two hours she’d helped him shave himself smooth. She’d also complained about having to touch it every time she had and had also mockingly pointed out how small it was, especially in comparison to Hasan and his friends. “Ouch!” He exclaimed as Grace yanked on his dick and scrotum in order to shove it into a tight-fitting base ring.

“Yeah... definitely better to have gone a size small. Hannah knew what was up.” She explained before retrieving the cage, and rather unceremoniously placing it atop of Kevin’s little cock head, smushing it back into his pelvis until she could attach it to the base ring. “There it goes... and...” She reached for the small brass lock and key that had come with the kit, and a few seconds later latched it closed, withdrew the key, and let Kevin’s dicklett be. “Perfect!” She exclaimed giddily, tossing the key haphazardly unto her bed nearby.

“It... it is?” Kevin asked, looking at himself in the mirror again, his hands holding up his skirt that he might see his now caged self. “It feels... weird. It’s a little tight too.” He said before casting a glance over at Grace.

“You’ll get used to it. I mean... it’s not coming of... like... ever.” She said.

“Wait... never?” He asked worriedly.

“Nope. According to the instructions, you can wear it at all times. It did say to occasionally remove it to wash, and maybe I’ll let you do that sometime, but at least for now, it’s staying on.” Grace picked up a pair of pink lace panties.

“It’s... it’s like it’s not even there.” Kevin remarked, turning side to side to see how the cage had pushed his dick flat.

“Lift.” Grace ordered, as she knelt to help Kevin slip on the pair of panties, and when they’d been pulled up to his waist, she tucked his caged dick underneath, and adjusted him a little before she tapped his hand to release his skirt, letting it fall flat. “Awesome! You look like such a little faggot sissy bitch.” Grace commented, grinning happily as she once more letting that malevolent arousal fuel her instincts. “Ooh! I almost forgot!” She exclaimed, only to produce a small black fabric choker from which a silver charm hung suspended. “There we go, you little slut.” She said, touching a finger against it as it rested daintily at the fore of his slender neck.

“You... you really think I look good?” Kevin asked, clearly self-conscious.

“Definitely.” Grace affirmed.

“So... like, what happens now... am... am I supposed to like... have sex with Hasan?” He asked, blushing beet red as he turned to look to Grace. He noticed then that she’d had her iPhone in her hand and was recording a video of him as he stood there. “Whoa! Umm... who’s... who’s that for?” He asked, knowing better than to freak-out about it.

“It’s for the girls.” Grace said simply.

“Ohh... umm, alright... I guess.” Kevin replied.

“Maisie is going to laugh her ass off when she sees you like this.” Grace clicked send.

“I guess I kind of deserve that.” Kevin said.

“...and worse.” Grace added subtly.

“Hmm?” Kevin asked.

“Never mind. Well... I think we’re ready now.” Grace retrieved her bag.

“To go see Hasan?” Kevin asked excitedly.

“You’ll see.” Grace answered, not necessarily know all the gritty details of whatever Hasan had planned for Kevin, but willing to bet her ‘friend’ was in for an utterly life-changing surprise. “Let’s go. There’s still some sunlight, so maybe the neighborhood can get a look at the slutty new girl.” Grace teased. “That... or your parents will see you and lose their minds.” With that, Grace left her bedroom, aware that Kevin would be terrified of that possibility, but also entirely unable and unwilling to raise any objections, given the ramifications of otherwise. Especially now that Grace had taken video of him like this.

The short walk to the Apartment Complex was generally uneventful, despite Grace’s wishes for the otherwise. The neighborhood seemingly pretty quiet as she and Kevin approached the double-doors that led into Hasan’s building.

“I’m... I’m nervous.” Kevin explained once the elevator had arrived.

“You should be.” Grace replied with no small sense of sadistic overtones to her voice.

When the elevator reached Hasan’s floor and the doors opened, Grace and Kevin were immediately met by the wayward stares of some of the two-dozen migrants milling about in the hallway. A murmur began to spread among them, and while Grace strode forward confidently, Kevin lingered in the elevator for just a moment until the doors automatically began to close and he had to exit. Inside of his chest, his heart was pounding a mile a minute as he trotted over to catch up to Grace ahead of him. The looks he received were mixed to say the least, as some of the migrants, who were all male, gave him clearly interested gazes, while others looked on in confusion.

“C’mon!” Grace beckoned back to Kevin as she stopped at the door to Hasan’s apartment at the end of the hallway, it cracked open to allow their arrival. “Let’s go, bitch!” Grace soon added, her tone one of annoyance and frustration.

“I’m coming! Sorry! Sorry!” Kevin said softly.

“Hey baby!” Grace exclaimed once she’d opened the door and saw her man standing just inside. Running over to him gleefully, she threw her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his in a passionate devoted kiss.

“Mmm... that’s my girl.” Hasan said smoothly as his hands found her ass.

“Yep.” Grace cooed.

“...and is that... oh wow!” Hasan exclaimed as he saw Kevin standing in the doorway, a grin of amusement crossing his face. “He looks like a fucking girl! Wow girl!” He said, glancing at Grace with approval. “You’re good. He almost looks the real thing. I mean... he’s still a faggot whiteboy, but... you might almost think he’s a girl.” Hasan said, stepping past Grace as he came closer to inspect Kevin. Of similar height to Grace, Kevin had to look up into Hasan’s face when he drew nearer, and it was obvious that he felt a clear sense of dread and intimidation at being in his presence, in such a compromising fashion.

“Umm... Hi!” Kevin said simply, swallowing hard as he’d gone as pale as ice.

“Yeah... yeah this will work fine. He’s going to be real, popular.” Hasan explained, his hand finding Kevin’s skirt to lift it and examine his panties, and more specifically, the cock cage hidden underneath.

“Yeah, I think he will be.” Grace said happily.

“Listen up!” Hasan called attention from down the hallway.

Turning back as the men all attuned their attention to Hasan, Kevin felt himself tremble in anticipation of the unknown fate that awaited him. “This faggot whiteboy is in need of being put in his place!” Hasan began, casting a look back to Grace. “So... let’s put him in his place. No going easy on him either.” Hasan added, and almost instant Kevin’s eyes went wide as he finally began to connect all the dots. At first, there was some hesitation from the amassed other migrants, but as soon as one began approaching, the others soon fell in line behind him.

“He’s a total pervert! He needs punishing!” Grace explained as she came to stand beside Hasan, wrapping an arm around his waist adoringly. “So... please, punish him!” She said, not giving Kevin a single glance.

Panicked and stung by the betrayal of his best friend, Kevin looked to Grace pleadingly, though he saw how she ignored him. “Grace! Wait... I--” but before he could continue, a pair of strong hands grabbed either of his shoulders and began pulling him down the hallway, while another found a grip of his throat and began constricting it. As he was led away, he saw Grace planting a tender kiss against Hasan’s cheek, and he knew then that there would be no mercy coming from her. That she had set him up from the get-go, and that now he would receive the punishment she’d clearly intended for him.

Unable to protest due to the hand wrapped around his throat, Kevin struggled in vain against the arms that dragged him down and around another hallway. Through a propped open door which led into a fire escape stairwell, Kevin saw as the two dozen migrants followed after in a hungry mob. “Ahn!” He whimpered as the grip of his throat was released, and he was shoved against the stairwell railing that ran on the interior of the fire escape. Gasping hard and fast in order to catch his breath, he barely noticed as his hands were draped over the railing and tied together, preventing him from escaping where he was being positioned.

“Wait... wait, this is... this is just a mistake!” Kevin protested.

“Shut it, faggot whiteboy!” Shouted one of the migrants as his hands lifted up Kevin’s skirt from behind, and after finding his panties, tore them away aggressively. “What the fuck is that?!” He exclaimed as he saw the cock cage on Kevin’s dick, not really sure what it was, but finding it humorous as he and the others that could see began to laugh and point at Kevin. “His dick is locked up!” The migrant explained a second later when he seemed to understand what it was. “What a little sissy girl!”

“I...” Kevin looked around and saw that several of the migrants had already worked their pants down or open, and were now stroking their impressively sized, coal-black dicks with intent evident in their faces. Were this under different circumstances, in his control, he might’ve found this whole situation arousing. But, as it was, entirely unable to resist what was about to happen, and terrified of the implications. Kevin could only whimper like the pathetic weakling he was.

“Open wide, bitch boy!” declared another migrant as he stepped to Kevin’s left, and after grabbing a handful of bubblegum pink hair, wrenched and contorted the slender femboy’s neck until he was brought face-to-face with eight throbbing inches of dick. No other warning came, as the dick was pushed into his mouth, past his lips and right to the back of his throat, all in one move. Gagging almost instantly, Kevin’s eyes went wide in shock as he whimpered mutedly.

“Ptttooh!” spat the migrant behind Kevin as he launched a loogie right into Kevin’s parted cheeks, unsure and uncaring as to whether or not he hit his intended target.

Yelping in surprise as he felt something wet splatter into the crack of his ass, dripping down over his puckered hole, Kevin’s eyes instinctively closed shut as the man in front of him began to thrust his dick into and out of his mouth forcibly. What came next, the touch of something hard against his anus, he knew was the tip of a cock about to spear him and claim his virginity. There was no ceremony. No pomp or circumstance. For a long while, Kevin had dreamt of the first time he’d have sex with another man, and how it would be the perfect loving affair, filled with romance and love. That would be ruined now, and at the behest of the girl he’d always thought of as his best friend.

“Fuck!” exclaimed the migrant behind Kevin as he began to push his cock forward into his tight ass, finding resistance, but unrelenting in his pressure. “She’s got a tight little ass!” the migrant added amid a chorus of laughter from the others.

Starting to sob, Kevin felt a shudder run up his spine as the intrusion in his ass pushed onward, beyond his sphincter, stretching him painfully, probably bruising him. And pray as he might that someone would step in and intervene on his behalf; or that maybe this whole day had just been one long nightmare that refused to end, Kevin was kept in place, unable to escape his fate. He could hear a groan from the migrant behind him which preceded a gradual withdraw, and which was then followed by a thrust back in. The constant pressure in his ass, stretching him, caused an involuntary orgasm, and from the front of his shaved clean groin, his caged dick began to leak cum down unto his balls.

“Take it faggot!” growled the migrant fucking Kevin as the orgasm he’d just had, caused Kevin’s ass to constrict around his dick like a welcoming hand. This was all the incentive the man needed to start pumping his hips, held unto Kevin, and really ramming home.

At the same time, the migrant who’s cock was in Kevin’s mouth was pulled free, allowing him a chance to breathe and catch his bearings. At least, for a few seconds before one of the other migrants stepped forward to take it’s place, shoving his even thicker cock into Kevin’s saliva and tear dripping face. Almost immediately, Kevin gagged as he tasted the cock against his tongue; it was acrid and salty, as though it’d not been washed in some time, but there was nothing he could do to resist it. Instead, he could only wretch against it as it found the back of his throat, and pushed against his uvula, causing him to gag uncontrollably, all while he was being pounded in his ass.

“Fuck!” groaned the migrant behind Kevin, as he felt his own orgasm approaching, and without any real reason to stave off, he thrust a final few times deeply into Kevin’s now swollen ass, up to the hilt as his balls slapped Kevin’s caged testicles and he began to release a flood of hot cum deep into the whiteboys ass. “Agggh! Ahhh!” The migrant held unto Kevin as he spent himself, and once he was done, pulled his dick out in one fell motion that sent a shiver down Kevin’s legs and nearly caused him to crater. The warmth inside of him, something he’d never experienced before, was incredible, and sent a tidal wave of intense sensation throughout his slender body.

For a moment, there was a delay in someone stepping forward to take over fucking Kevin from behind, but only because a few of the migrants had started shoving each other over who would get to go next. Only when the disgusting dick in Kevin’s mouth had been pulled free, did the presence of one in his ass resume as the man had swapped positions before anyone could intercede. Coughing loudly, Kevin was about to protest and beg for mercy from the gathered gang, when not one, but two cocks pressed themselves into his face, one filling his mouth while the other slapped the side of his face.

“Hahah! She’s mine now!” exclaimed the migrant who now began fucking Kevin from behind, his cock not reaching as deeply as the previous, but it was thicker.

“Faggot whiteboy is sucking!” said the migrant who’s cock now resided in Kevin’s mouth, relaying that indeed Kevin had started to apply a modest measure of suction on the intrusion, rather than trying to resist it. “He’s liking this!” he added, again a chorus of laughter erupting from the others as they waited their turn. Indeed, Kevin was starting to allow himself to fall into a sense of arousal. There would be no escape, he had accepted that, and as he was being reamed out, despite the pain of being stretched, he was starting to enjoy it.

A few minutes later, one of the two cocks in his face began to spurt hot sticky cum into his face, while the other disappeared for a moment, only to once again be replaced by another. A cue had started to form among the migrants, as they each waited their turn to either fuck the faggot whiteboy, or have their dick sucked by him. In a daze, Kevin began to lose track of it all, as he was simply along for the ride. One after another, thick, veiny, uncut black cocks were shoved into the holes on his slender, girly body.

“Ahhh! Ahhh! Yes! Fuck me!” Kevin cried out in between cocks at his mouth.

Minutes gave way to hours, and as each of the two-dozen migrants got their turn, some even coming back for seconds, Kevin eventually lost his ability to maintain any sense of coherent thought. Only when he’d been untied from the railing and led into one of the nearby apartments by a gang of six or so migrants, did he really return from his sexual malaise. The reason? So that his slender body could be contorted in such a way that two of the migrants could fuck his swollen, dripping ass at the same time.

When finally the morning came, and consciousness had returned to Kevin, he awoke, laying nude in the hallway outside of Hasan’s apartment. His whole body ached. His thighs and the inside of his ass crack was sticky, and his mouth tasted of dick.

“Good morning.” Grace said softly as she exited Hasan’s apartment.

“G-Grace?” Kevin asked groggily.

“Uh-huh... seems like you had a fun night.” She said.

Slowly. Weakly. Kevin tried to push himself up from where he lay. One of his eyes had crusted shut from being soaked with cum at some point, and as he peered about through the open bloodshot one, he couldn’t see his clothing anywhere in sight.

“I wouldn’t worry about all that.” Grace said, producing her iPhone from her bag.

“But... if I go home like this...” Kevin looked down at himself, only one of his stockings still adorning one of his legs, and the cock-cage were all he wore. “...my parents... I mean, they’re going to lose their shit about my hair anyway, but... I can’t just walk home in the nude like this...” Kevin looked pleadingly to Grace, who simply held up one finger as though to beckon his silence for a moment.

“It’s fine... people already know enough.” She said, turning the phone around to show that on his twitter, he’d posted a short video of himself being quadruple-teamed by black cocks, two in his ass, two in his face. The video had a few hundred likes, having made the rounds sometime in the night, but it also had twenty or so comments.

“Oh God! Oh no! Oh shit!” He exclaimed as he grabbed her phone.

“It’s all out there, faggot.” Grace said tauntingly.

“I have to delete it! Shit! How do I delete it?!” He begged in a panic.

“You would need ‘YOUR’ phone to do that.” Grace answered.

“Shit! Shit! Where is it! No!” Kevin said, looking around.

“I think one of the guys took it.” Grace said.

“Shit! No! I’m so dead!” Kevin began hyperventilating, his hands on either side of his head as he paced about. “This... this can’t be happening!” He turned back to Grace and saw how she was glaring at him with an obvious gleefulness.

“Grace! What... what am I going to do?! Shit!” he asked her.

“You go home. You own it.” Grace said.

“What?!” he replied.

“You own it. You’re a faggot, whiteboy whore, who just spent the night getting fucked by two-dozen hung migrants.” Grace began to explain. “You enjoyed every... dirty... nasty... second of it. I know you did. Who do you think filmed you, after all?”

Kevin’s mouth went wide in shock.

“I told you, that you needed to be you. That you would be punished.” She said.

“You... you... did this?” Kevin asked.

“No! You did this to yourself. Now... deal with it, dipshit!” Grace tilted her head.

“I... I did this?” Kevin repeated.

“Yep! Now... let’s take you home. I want to see the look in your parent’s faces when they see you like this.” Grace grabbed a hold of Kevin’s wrist to pull him after her, leading him toward the elevator.

“Grace... I... I can’t!” he protested.

“Oh you definitely can... and you will!” She ordered. “Besides, I already told you, everyone already knows. It’s not like anything will change now.” Grace exhaled in a deep sigh once the elevator arrived, and she pulled Kevin onto it with her. “Listen... you wanted in. You’re in now. You’ll be able to get all the African cock a faggot like you could ever want after the performance you put in last night. I mean if I allow it.” Grace pressed the button for the lobby. “...and you wanted to make it up to me interrupting my party the other day. Well... I think you just made some progress toward that.”

“I did?” Kevin asked, genuinely hopeful that his friendship with Grace had been repaired.

“Well... almost. But... listen, Hasan explained it all to me. You’re... well, I’m sorry honey, but you’re a disgusting whiteboy. You’re a faggot. You’re... you’re beneath me. So... like, from now on, you’re mine. My perfect, obedient, little bitchboy.” Grace smiled.

“I am?” Kevin was so confused, his head awash with flashes of his night.

“Yes... and if you do good, I’ll reward you with more cock.” Grace promised. “I know you want that. I saw how you lost yourself, adrift in a sea of cum last night.” The elevator doors opened, and she led Kevin out.

“Grace... I...” Kevin followed with trepidation.

“Kevin!” Grace erupted, spinning round on heel to face him. “Either you do what I say, or you will really regret it.” The implication wasn’t so much a maybe, but a promise of the threat Grace represented for him now. “I mean it.”

Swallowing, Kevin nodded silently.

“Good. Now... let’s get you home.” Grace said with a sinister grin.

The Migrant
Part Nine

Coming soon...