A couple of masked hoods

A couple of men wearing gang colors emerged from the shadows, their faces obscured by masks. They spared a momentary glance at the camera as one of them grabbed hold of Bria. "Don't move, don't scream," he instructed the trembling girl.

The other one pushed Ty to the ground. "You come here to die, white boy?" he asked, and Ty shook his head fearfully. "You should, for calling us niggers."

"No, it was her..." Ty protested, pointing at the teenage beauty. Bria turned red, unsure whether these men were part of the movie or not, but not needing to pretend to be terrified.

"Well, well, looks like another pretty white girl wandered downtown lookin' to get gangraped," the other one observed, admiring the blonde's curves before cupping her breast with one hand. Bria whimpered as he roughly pulled down the front of her dress to expose her creamy breasts to the camera. "I heard what you said: you want some big-cocked niggers to use you 'til you can't stand...!"

"Gimme your wallet," the first one instructed Ty, who immediately complied. "We gonna take the camera, and we gonna take your racist girlfriend, and in exchange we gonna let you live. Deal?" Ty nodded eagerly, and with a grunt the thug punched him right in the nose, and Ty crumpled to the sidewalk ****.

Bria yelped in shock at the brutality, and fought back the tears in her eyes as her captor continued his thorough examination of her coveted body. "I'm not really a racist," she started to explain in a squeak of a voice, before gasping as one of his fingers slipped under her skirt and directly to her vagina.

"This is turning you on, you little slut!" the man marvelled as he felt her wetness between her legs. "You can't wait to be bouncing on some big black cock, can you?" A tear streamed down her cheek as she bit her lip, offering the camera a brave smile.