Molly the deflowered skinhead

Molly interrupted Jamal. "How do you want me to prove it?"

"You can fuck all of us, right here on camera. This is your big chance to prove to the world you love black people, and that you're not a racist."

Molly cried. She couldn't see a way out of this. Now she wished she never came here. "I'm not a racist! And I don't think fucking all of you is the way to prove I'm not." She cried some more, her lips now quivering as she finally blurted out "I haven't had sex with anyone!"

"Well now" said Marcus. "That makes you a very special kind of racist. You're a virgin white supremacist who believes in racial purity. Aren't you, Molly? You ain't gonna give it up to no one unless they're pure white. You little skinhead slut! I hate skinheads! I'm gonna do you up real nice. Maybe even give you a black baby that'll ruin you for life."

Molly huddled herself as she tried to move away from Marcus and Jamal. "Please, no!" she cried. "I don't want to lose my virginity this way!"

"Of course you don't want to lose your virginity this way. None of us are skinheads!"

"That's not true!" Molly yelled.

"What's not true?" Jamal lashed out, trying to confuse Molly and keep her off balance. "You think we're good enough to fuck? Or do you think we're skinheads?"

"NO! YES!" Molly cried. "Why are you doing this to me?"

All of the men started circling around her now, giving her nowhere to run. "We're not doing anything to you. Your own racism is doing it to you. Now take off your clothes. Prove to us you're not a racist, and that you do love your fellow man like you claim you do" Marcus said to her as they all closed in on her.

"No, I can't!" Molly sobbed.

"You can't because you're a skinhead" said Jamal as pulled out a switchblade. "Since you are a skinhead, you may as well look like one and be treated like one. Grab the little racist bitch!"

"Please, NO!" Molly cried out. "Please don't do this!"

Two of the bigger men took hold of Molly and held her. Jamal grabbed her blonde hair and started cutting clumps of it from her head. Jamal purposely nicked her a few times to make her scream and cry for the camera. Blood ran down her forehead, into her eyes, and she couldn't see. She felt the cold steel of the knife slice up through her cheerleader top. She suddenly felt cold as the top was torn away from her in shreds. She felt the knife pry underneath the waistband of her skirt, then felt the coolness on her thighs as it was cut away and fell off of her to the floor.

Molly cried as her long, blonde tresses fell to the floor. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. Her bra and panties fell to the floor, and she stood naked. Tufts of blonde hair still stuck up out of her head at uneven angles. Her falling tears mixed with the blood from her nicked up forehead and splattered down the front of her body, and onto the floor.

"Okay, guys. Hoist her up. It's time to take her virginity, skinhead style!" Jamal smiled as he picked up a broom. "Spread her legs, and hold them open!" he ordered the others. Four of the men picked up Molly and held her suspended in air, spread eagle. Jamal walked over to her open thighs and rubbed her soft, virgin mound with the broom handle. "This is how we take a skinhead's virginity in the Hood" he said as he thrust the handle up inside her, twisting it as it went in.

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" screamed Molly as her hymen was torn wide open. Her body jerked, then went limp as she passed out from the pain.