White Captive
by Mark Townsend 


Chapter 1 

The low powerful sports car pulled smoothly into the long curved driveway 
and came to a silent stop before the large darkened two-story colonial-type 
house. The lights switched off, throwing the well kept grounds and garden 
into greater blackness. Inside, the boy reached over and pulled the young, 
silken-haired girl close to him and locked his lips tightly to hers. There 
was only the sound of a heavy impassioned breathing for a moment and then a 
small abrupt cry from the girl. 

"Richard! Darling, please don't." 

She struggled a moment with his hand, pulling it with hesitant force from 
beneath the top of her thin white-veneered formal. He resisted, and then let 
it be pushed limply away. 

"Susan, for God's sake! We're engaged now. At least you could let me touch 
you." 

"Oh, darling, I know, I know," she moaned against him. "I want you to touch 
me as much as you want to, but we just can't. Not before we're married." 

"That's a good four years away and you know it," the boy objected. I-I just 
don't think I can wait that long. It's driving me crazy already." 

"Darling, we've just got to wait. It'll go by so fast we won't even know it, 
particularly with you away at college and me working. And we'll appreciate 
it so much more. You know we will." 

She dropped her head to his shoulder and began to sob gently. Susan knew her 
arguments sounded childish to Richard, but in spite of even her own 
temptations that were growing more and more intense with each time he 
touched her, she could not bring herself to let him go too far. She 
remembered only too vividly the promises she had made to her father of being 
a good girl just before he died several months ago. He had been the most 
wonderful man in the world, and had been so deeply hurt by her brother's 
running away that she just couldn't go back on her promises to him now. She 
was sure that wherever he was, he would somehow know if she let him down. 
But, explaining this to Richard sounded so foolish she hadn't even bothered 
to try. She was certain he was beginning to think she didn't really care for 
him at all and this just was not true. 

Richard sat still for a moment beside her, his arm hanging limply around her 
shoulders and then slowly began to stroke her hair with a comforting 
softness. 

"All right, darling. I-I think I know how you feel and I'll try to hold 
myself back." 

"Oh, Richard, I promise when we're married, I'll make it all up to you. 
Every moment darling," she cried with frustration into his shoulder. 

"Hey, wait a minute," he kidded, regaining his composure, "this isn't a 
forever promise. Every man has the right to unlimited tries. Particularly, 
with his own fiancee." 

"Oh you nit," she raised her head and laughed nervously, wiping the tears 
from her eyes with her handkerchief. "I had better get in the house before 
my mother wakes up and comes out and drags me in by the hair. She just might 
have a few harsh words for you too." 

"I just imagine she's out to the world," he laughed. "I saw Dad and Mr. 
Grover helping her out to the car about an hour ago at the club. None of 
them were in the best of shape." 

"Well, your mother wasn't doing too well, either, Mr. Evans," she said 
sarcastically. "As I recall, they had to send her home about ten o'clock. 
She could hardly walk." 

"Touch," he laughed again, "these country club parties are all alike, just 
one big contest to see who can make the biggest fool of themselves." 

"I know," Susan's brow suddenly wrinkled and a serious tone came to her 
voice. "Mom seems to have changed in that respect. I've never seen her this 
bad before in my life." 

"She's still just in a state of shock from your father's death," Richard 
consoled, holding her hand softly. "She'll he all right." 

"I hope so," she whispered. "She seems to have changed so much since Dad's 
will came out. I think it hurt her more than he realized it would." 

"Now listen, honey, you stop worrying about that. If your Dad thought he 
could trust your mother with all that money he would have left it to her 
instead of in trust for you. Besides, she has a good substantial income 
guaranteed for life. What more could she want?" 

"I-I don't know. But it almost seems sometimes as if she hates me more than 
anything else in the world. I-I think she even blames me for Billy running 
away." 

"Oh, Susan," he admonished. "She's just jealous of you being your father's 
favorite. And, if she hadn't lavished so much attention on that weak-livered 
sissy then maybe your father could have respected him as a son." 

"Richard, you stop that," she shouted at him in sudden anger. "What right do 
you have to sit there and criticize my family that way?" 

"Because, damn it," he shouted back, "they're going to be my family too, one 
of these days, remember?" 

"Well I just don't know about that," Susan ansered in a huff as she opened 
the door on her side and started from the car. 

"Oh Suzy, damnit again, I'm sorry," he grabbed her arm and apologized 
softly. "I'm just so much in love with you that I hate to see you hurt in 
any way, and I know you are being hurt." 

"I don't care," she sobbed back at him. "That still gives you no right to 
run down my mother and Billy that way. They're all I've got left and they 
are my family." 

"Suzy, stop being ridiculous. I know they are your farnily but that doesn't 
mean you have to suffer over them like this. They have no right to do that 
to you." 

"I-I think we had better talk about this later," she said, trying to hold 
back the flood of tears that were beginning to build in her eyes. "I don't 
even like to be near you when you talk like this." 

She stepped back and slammed the door shut, her heart beating wildly in hurt 
and anger. She turned and started up the stairs without looking back and 
heard the angry screech of tires behind her as Richard gunned the car down 
the driveway, and out the gate. She slumped against the door for a moment, 
cradling her head in the crook of her arm and then slowly opened it and 
entered. She felt so empty inside and wished she could make Richard 
understand about her mother and Billy, but it all seemed so hopeless. He 
just didn't give her a chance to try and explain the way he should have done 
if he really loved her. Sometimes, she doubted that he really and truly did 
love her. Yes, he liked her and very much, but did he really understand what 
love was all about. Did he know that it involved more than just necking in 
the car and "making out" as he termed it? Did he understand that it included 
helping her, or at least, trying to be patient with her when she had a 
problem of this magnitude? 

Susan tip-toed through the hallway toward the kitchen. She didn't want to 
awaken her mother and have to go through any kind of questions and answer 
games that she had become so adept at playing recently. She just couldn't 
understand what had come over mother since her father's death --- with all 
her intimate questions about what she did out in the car with Richard and so 
on. Some of them had been so blunt and direct she had almost been too 
embarrassed to answer and she was just in no mood to have to go through that 
tonight. She would just have her glass of milk and get to bed without making 
a sound. 

She opened the swinging door to the kitchen and quietly slipped inside The 
light was still on and several half-filled bottles of liquor were open on 
the counter next to the sink. Someone had obviously been having a good 
party. No doubt, Richard's father and Mr. Evans had come inside and had a 
few drinks when they brought her mother home. 

My God, she found herself thinking, how on earth could they take anymore 
after the way they had behaved at the club. She had been embarrassed at the 
way her mother had been dancing with all the men who kept asking turns with 
her. It had seemed as though she had been trying to seduce them right on the 
dance floor. She had said something to Richard about it but he had laughed 
it off as just one of the standard country club occurrences and had pointed 
out several other prominent women who had been behaving as equally foolish. 
This had helped a little but not much, and she had been happy when the two 
men had volunteered to drive her mother home early. She certainly was in no 
condition to do it herself. 

Susan started to open the refrigerator to get the milk, changed her mind and 
turned back to the half-empty bottles on the counter. She still felt a 
little light-headed from the small amount Richard had slipped in their cokes 
at the club and decided quickly that perhaps another little bit might help 
get her out of this foul mood and get to sleep faster. Things had been 
piling up on her so fast in the last few months she could hardly stand it. 

She took a glass from the shelf and poured herself a small amount, thought 
again, and poured the glass half-full. Might as well really sleep, she 
thought with a girlish giggle, filling the glass the rest of the way with 
coke and lifting it to her lips. She drained half the glass, feeling the 
warm liquid relaxing her almost instantaneously as it hit bottom. She was 
ravenously hungry and that seemed to help speed the welcomed nerve settling 
reaction to the warm smooth alcohol. She finished it and filled the glass 
again to take upstairs with her. The light-headed tingle running through her 
mind helped no end and she didn't want it to stop before she got to sleep. 
She was afraid of the thoughts she would have to think, and right now would 
prefer to put if off until tomorrow. There was nothing she wanted to do at 
this moment but sleep and forget everything. 

She carried the drink in her hand and began the slow quiet climb to the top 
of the steps leading to the second floor. She held tight to the rail and 
took each step holding her breath. Her mother's bedroom was right on the 
landing at the top of the steps and she just couldn't wake her now, not 
carrying a drink like this and coming in so late. There was no telling how 
long she would have to sit and listen to the lecture she was certain to get 
if she were caught. 

She held her breath tight as she reached the top of the steps and noticed 
the light on from under her mother's door. Oh God, she thought, she's awake 
and waiting up for me. I'll have to stop by and say good night to her now or 
I'll never hear the end of it tomorrow. She took a few guarded steps in the 
direction of her room to the right, and placed the drink she was carrying on 
the hall table. She pushed it behind the vase in the center of the table so 
that if her mother came out, she wouldn't be able to see it in the 
semi-darkness that covered the landing. 

Susan straightened herself up bravely and walked to her mother's door. She 
raised her fist to knock and suddenly froze to the floor. 

There was a groan from the room! 

Oh my God, she's hurt, she thought, and her first reaction was to jerk the 
door open as fast as she could. She reached for the handle in the darkness 
and as her hand came into contact with the cool metal door knob, she froze 
again. 

There was a harsh male laugh! 

Good Lord, what was going on? Who was in there with her and what was he 
doing to her? It sounded as though he were hurting her. 

There was another groan but it was longer this time and had an unearthly 
pleading tone to it as though someone were being tortured. The groan was 
followed by harsh slapping sounds as though someone were being hit across 
the face with a hand. 

Susan dropped her hand from the door handle and started to back away, 
holding her breath and moving as softly as she possibly could. If she could 
just get to a phone and call the police before they discovered her, perhaps 
she could save her mother's life. She stepped back a few paces in the 
darkness, being careful not to trip, and then turned to work her way down 
the stairs. There was phone in the hall just below the stairs. If she could 
make that, she could talk in a whisper and who ever it was beating her 
mother could not hear it. It was then that the pleading voice spoke again. 

"Oh God! Yessss, yessss, do it to me like that!" 

It was her mother again and her voice was drunkenly slurred in a desperate 
pleading tone she had never heard before. Susan paled in the darkness and 
stood still for a moment. She was uncertain what to do now. The man was 
obviously hurting her but it didn't sound like it was against her will the 
way she was almost crying for him to continue. What should she do? Perhaps 
he was making her plead with him-perhaps he was a sadist like some of the 
men she had read about in her Psychology course and enjoyed hearing a woman 
beg. 

She was almost ready to begin her descent down the stairs to phone again 
when the noises suddenly grew louder. There was a second male voice that she 
could not make out too distinctly through the heavy thickness of the door, 
but it was unmistakably egging someone on to do something to her mother. Her 
voice was muffled and sobbing but clearly not against her will. She was 
asking for it, in fact, pleading for more. Susan stood breathlessly on the 
Ianding, trying to make up her mind what to do. She couldn't call the police 
or anyone else unless she was certain what was going on. 

She had to find out and there was only one way! 

She took a deep breath and worked her way slowly and silently back toward 
the door. She knew it by heart now-after all the times she had slipped from 
her own room as a child to that of her parents when she had been frightened 
by a bad dream or strange noise in the house. She could remember vividly, 
even after all these years, the exact amount of pressure to put on the knob 
to turn it without making a sound. All of it came back to her as she reached 
forward through the darkness and pressed her hand against it. Her whole body 
tensed as it turned slightly, and she felt it begin to give against the 
pressure. 

There was a squeak! 

Her heart stopped and she dared not breath. They must have heard it; it had 
been so loud. But no, there were still the strange noises coming through the 
door without letup, their intensity increasing with each passing moment. The 
door gave a little against her gentle pressure and the noises through the 
opening became more clear to her senses. She could discern the sounds of 
heavy rushed breathing and the staccato sounds of squeaking bedsprings 
punctuated by animal-like grunts and moans of pain and pleasure. A thin 
crack of light rushed into the hallway as she inched the door open a 
millimeter at a time. The light blinded her and she could not see for a 
moment-but the sounds continued unabated by her silent and unknown 
intrusion. 

Her eyes adjusted to the intensity of the narrow path of light streaming 
into her face and the easy chair in the corner of the bedroom came into view 

She paled again and sucked in her breath in horror! 

It was Mr. Evans. He was sitting back in the chair completely naked and 
holding his hard rigid penis tightly between both his hands. His eyes were 
glazed and he stroked the long hard instrument up and down in lewd rhythmic 
time to the now wet sucking noises she could hear coming from the bed across 
the room. Susan could not see what was making the sounds as she was afraid 
to open the door farther just yet. Mr. Evans was so close to her she was 
afraid to even breath for fear he might hear her. Instead, she stood 
immobile for a moment and watched in horrified fascination as his fingers 
skinned the thick foreskin of his uncircumcised penis rapidly up and down 
the full length of it, the huge bulbous head bursting evilly into view like 
a giant monster crawling from a secret lair with each hard down-stroke he 
made with his hand. She was close enough that she could see that it was wet 
on the top from the white, sticky lubricating fluid beginning to ooze forth 
from it. His breathing was thick and heavy and she could see thin trails of 
saliva running down his lips as he kept his eyes glued tightly to the bed 
just out of her view. His penis frightened her as she had never seen one 
before, and it looked like the most monstrous thing in the world. She could 
not imagine ever having something like that inside her. It just wouldn't be 
possible for any woman to take. It would kill her. 

Susan held the door knob tighter. Mr. Evans was rising from the chair. Oh, 
God was he coming to the door! She had no time to run in the darkness, and 
he would find her. Her mother would never forgive her if she knew she were 
spying this way, but she just had to find out what was going on. She 
breathed a guarded sigh of relief as she watched him walk toward the other 
side of the room which was out of her vision from the slight crack in the 
door. He was going toward the bed where the noises were still increasing in 
tempo and Susan pressed the door open a crack more to follow him across the 
room. As she pushed against the door, the bed came into view by tiny 
degrees, and the fear of what she was going to see restricted her chest as 
though it were wrapped in thick steel bands. Her whole body was shaking 
violently, but suddenly it stilled! 

A cold chill ran crazily up the full length of her spine. 

There on the bed was her mother locked in a lewd embrace of intercourse with 
Mr. Johnson, Richard's father! 

Her fiancee's father and her own mother! 

She felt the blood draining from her head, and fought to retain her balance 
and keep from falling backwards. She was certain that she was going to faint 
from the sudden shock of the unbelievable sight going on before her eyes. 
There on her own dead father's bed was another man, making violent love to 
her mother while at the same time, another man stood above them stroking his 
vile-looking penis above their thrashing bodies. He was eagerly urging 
Richard's father to hurry up and finish. 

"Come on, Sam, damn it man. I want a little too." She heard him say through 
her dazed mind. 

They were taking turns on her mother! 

Susan wanted to rush into the room, and tear them from her mother's body. 
She felt a scream building up in her throat, and wanted to hit and scratch 
at them until she drove them away forever. She tried to blot the horrible 
scene from her eyes, but she could not. She was frozen to the door, unable 
to move and merely watched in detached revulsion the ravishment of her 
mother's drunken and more than willing body on the swaying bed across the 
room. The foot of the bed was pointed right at the door so that she could 
even see Richard's father's thick, bard penis disappearing and reappearing 
with each cruel thrust and withdrawal that he made into her. Her legs were 
splayed out wide on either side of his plunging body and periodically, would 
kick high in the air, then fold around his driving buttocks, her ankles 
locking tightly behind his thighs, pulling him into her with all her 
strength. 

Susan could see the muscles standing out on her inner thighs as she 
struggled like a crazed nymphomaniac to get him deeper inside her. His hands 
were cupping her naked white buttocks with a savage strength that cut red 
bloodless lines into the flaccid, giving flesh. He squeezed the large 
rounded moons tightly together, forcing the walls of her vagina closer 
around the thickness of his rigid penis. Susan strained her eyes and could 
see the thin, ragged edges of her mother's vagina clasping tightly around 
it, as though it were a hungry child nibbling voraciously at the last banana 
in the world. She could see the thinly parted pubic hairs grazing teasingly 
against the narrow sperm-filled ridge than ran the full length of the 
underside of his penis. 

Her buttocks were grinding faster now, and the groans and mewls of pleasure 
were becoming more desperate, as the glazed, almost uncomprehending eyes of 
her daughter stayed glued hypnotically on the lewd, obscene coupling taking 
place on the bed. Her wild? demonic upward thrusts were met with equal fury 
by Richard's father's pelvis, which was smacking hard down into her, driving 
her back down into the mattress with each mighty surge. The loud slap of 
belly against belly resounded through the room like tiny distant claps of 
thunder. Her legs curled and uncurled in wild final desperation around the 
driving hips that flattened her buttocks hard down into the bed with each 
long, powerful stroke. 

Susan held her breath again, for the hundredth time since she had climbed 
the stairs, as she watched her mother being fucked more and more viciously 
with each passing second. Both she and Mr. Johnson were puffing wildly, and 
she could see small rivulets of sweat streaming down over his pumping and 
hollowing buttocks, as he worked frenziedly on top of her twisting body. 

And then, suddenly it was over. 

She could hear a low, unearthly gurgle coming from her mother's throat, as 
her buttocks slowed their wild scramble for completion and began small, 
spasmodic jerks up tight against the penis which was sunk deep in her belly. 
At the same time, Mr. Johnson groaned above her and ground hard down inside 
her vagina, his thick, fleshy rod beginning to throb it's white, milky sperm 
deep down into her quivering belly. The rich creamy fluid filled her 
completely, and cascaded out around the pink moist lips her cunt. To Susan's 
horror, she could see clearly a tiny white stream of it running down the 
wide split crevice of her buttocks and down onto the mattress below. The 
couple jerked against each other for a moment longer, and then lay still. 

Evans, stroking his prick above them, could stand it no snore. He grasped 
Richard's father by the shoulder and pulled back hard, almost jerking him 
bodily from off the top of the spread-eagle woman. 

"Move over, damn it," he shouted as he pushed the other man to the side of 
the bed 

Susan watched in wild-eyed fright, as Mr. Johnson's half-deflated penis 
withdrew with a wet, sucking noise from her mother's wide-open crotch. His 
sweating, spent body was replaced one moment later by Mr. Evans, who leaped 
between her still wide-spread legs, and without hesitation, plunged his 
rock-hard cock deep down into her moist, open vagina. He did not delay and 
immediately began fucking into her with long, hard strokes. His gleaming wet 
instrument could be seen clearly sliding in and out of her mother's ragged 
pink cunt like a well-oiled piston, his balls smacking rhythmically into the 
moist crevice of her wide-spread buttocks below. 

She waited for her to scream in protest, or to fight back against the 
horrible obscene rape she was being subjected to-but none came. 

Instead, her legs quivered straight out into the air again, and then wrapped 
python-like back again around his waist. Her hands slid slowly down his 
gleaming body and came to rest on his white, hollowing buttocks. The fingers 
spread, whitened from the pressure, then pulled him gluttonously into her, 
while below, her cunt flowered open in welcome acceptance. It swallowed the 
whole of his plunging cock with each greedy upward jerk. Small piteous pleas 
of passionate supplication began to roll from the woman's lips They were 
lewd and horrible supplications, using words that Susan had seldom heard 
except in whispers from the more daring girls at school. 

She stood for a moment longer-listening in abject horror to the small, 
mewling cries of her mother as she rolled and rocked beneath Mr. Evans like 
a common whore off the streets. 

And suddenly, she could stand it no longer. 

Susan turned and stumbled blindly toward the steps. Tears of abject hurt and 
humiliation rolled silently down her cheeks, smearing the light coat of 
rouge she had put on earlier in the evening to accentuate her passing to 
womanhood with her engagement to Richard. She was totally lost and didn't 
bother to close the front door behind her as she left the house. In the 
distance behind her, she could hear a loud, mocking shriek coming down the 
stairs and chasing her into the dark street. Now she was almost glad her 
father wasn't alive because it may have been going on long before his death. 
She could remember things that had seemed so insignificant during his long 
illness. Her mother stayed out late often, blaming it on the charitable work 
she had always been so involved in. Well, she certainly was practicing 
charity now, and giving as much as she could, Susan thought bitterly. 

She walked to the end of the block and aimlessly turned toward the park. The 
night was half warm, and she didn't notice that she had left her coat 
hanging in the hallway back at the house. Her bared shoulders chilled 
slightly from a periodic breeze that brushed over them, but it didn't matter 
now. There were too many things to think about and her tortured mind just 
couldn't absorb all of them at one time. Some of them would just have to 
wait until she could get away and do some thinking under less trying 
circumstances. And, get away she must. She could never face Richard again, 
much less, marry him. Not after she had seen his father taking turns with 
another man ravishing her own mother. It was almost incestuous, and the 
horrible thought brought forth more bitter tears of anguish which streamed 
down her face unnoticed. 

What could she do? Where could she go? She only had about eighty dollars 
from various graduation presents, and nothing else. The money her father 
left her was in a trust fund, and she wouldn't even begin drawing money from 
the interest income for three more years when she would be twenty-one. It 
was out of the question to try and borrow any. Anyone she knew that had 
enough money to lend her would question her about it, and she couldn't let 
anyone know she was going to leave. She was certain her mother would try to 
stop her even under the circumstances that had occurred tonight. She had a 
social position to protect in the community, and there were those who would 
frown on her having a runaway daughter on her hands. No, she must think of 
something else. 

Billy! 

The thought came to her like a flash. She knew he would take care of her if 
she could just make it to San Francisco where he was living. He didn't have 
much money, she knew that, as he had been sending home for it as often as he 
could get it. She had even sent him some of her own money quite often before 
Dad died but her mother had stopped giving it to her afterwards when she 
found out. From that time on, her mother had sent it to him, and had given 
Susan just enough to get by on herself. She was certain it was because her 
mother was jealous of the close relationship she had always had with her 
brother, and didn't want her to be able to do anything for him when he 
needed it so badly. In fact, the money he demanded had reached almost 
unbelievable proportions in the last few months, and she couldn't imagine 
what on earth he could be doing with that amount. He was supposed to be 
writing as he said he was doing, and shouldn't have the need for the 
quantities he requested. 

His letters had become more and more desperate, and she was certain he was 
in some kind of serious trouble or he couldn't possibly spend that much. The 
worst part of it was that her mother had begun to cut down on the amount she 
sent him in order to force him to come home and in the last week he had sent 
his requests direct to Susan. She had written him about the will their 
father had left and tried to explain the best way she knew how the reason 
why she thought their father had not left anything to him. Still, she had 
detected a note of bitterness in his answering letter. He simply could not 
see why it should make a difference to Dad that he had left home right in 
the midst of his illness when it was almost certain he would die. 

Billy had never felt that his father had really loved him because he had 
been so strict with him. But Susan knew it was just an attempt on his part 
to make a man out of Billy, in spite of their mother's coddling him since 
childhood. In fact, this had been the biggest bone of contention between her 
parents during their marriage, and she knew that this had driven her father 
to giving her more and more attention as time had gone on. It had been a 
natural thing and she hadn't regretted it, except that it had alienated her 
mother from her- but after what she had seen tonight, she was glad for that. 
She didn't care if she never saw her again as long as she lived. She was 
nothing but a "damn whore" and probably always had been. Susan felt she owed 
her nothing, not even her loyalty or love anymore. Billy was the only thing 
she had left in the world, and she had to make him understand about the will 
and why it really didn't make any difference between them because she would 
share it all with him anyway. 

"Ride, baby?" a coarse voice suddenly broke through the darkness. 

Susan jerked around to suddenly find herself staring into the shadowed face 
of a Negro, speaking to her from the open window of a car. The headlights 
were out, and it had coasted to a silent halt next to her. That was why, in 
her deep concentration, she had not heard it approaching. 

"You look lonely, baby, all by yourself out here in the woods," the voice 
said in a sinister tone. 

It was then that she noticed in sudden panic that she had walked beyond the 
park and was approaching the outskirts of town. The houses were few and far 
between, and she was walking now by a large vacant lot with the nearest 
house almost half a block away. Even then, the lights were all out around 
her and there was no one she could turn to. She mustered her courage, and 
continued walking in spite of the violent tremors that were beginning to run 
through her body. Perhaps if, she could just reach the next house, she would 
have a chance to awaken someone if she had to scream. 

She heard the shift of gears as the car pulled up alongside of her again. It 
was then that she saw the others out of the corner of her eye. There seemed 
to be four of them with two in the front seat and two in the back seat. She 
quickened her pace slightly, trying not to go too fast, for fear of showing 
her fright. She knew the moment she did this they would lose any hesitation 
they had about molesting her. It seemed to be something innate in human 
nature that made those with the slightest advantage over another to put it 
to full use. She knew this only too well with the actions of her own mother 
to her since her father's death. 

"I think she's a stuck-up little bitch, Duke," a face now hanging from the 
back window said. "She's not even answer'in ya." 

"We just ain't offered her nuthin' yet, boy. What d'ya think she's worth." 

"How kin we tell, you idiot, we cain't even see 'er. Give us some light." 
Susan's heart was pounding almost through her chest as she saw the beam from 
a flashlight pierce through the darkness, and play upon her body. She 
involuntarily moved faster as she sensed with horror the tiny bright spot 
playing across her breasts for a moment, and then down to her soft, 
well-rounded buttocks. She was really frightened now and knew they meant 
business. 

"Look at that cute li'l ass, Duke. How'd ya like to get yore hands on that." 

"Man, that'd be like squeezin' silk. I'll put in four bits for my share." 
"Me too," chimed several times through the car, the voices mixed with lewd 
giggles of enjoyment at the torment of the defenseless girl on the lonely, 
dark street. 

"Honey, that's two dollah's you can make yo'self in about fo' hours. One 
hour a piece. Whadya say?" 

There were further chuckles and louder laughter from the car as it moved 
slowly along side her, keeping just abreast of her pace. 

"We might jist take it otherwise, honey," came a threat from the front seat. 
"Now you wouldn't w'ont us to do nuthin' like that, would'dya?" 

"It's only one fuck a piece if you come wit;h us nice like,- baby, we 
promise," the one called Duke chimed in. "But if you don't, we jist mite 
take all we want." 

That was the end. 

Susan could stand the horrible insults no longer, and suddenly from sheer 
panic, broke into a desperate run. She pulled her skirt up to her thighs and 
ran as fast as she could toward the darkened house that was still over a 
quarter of a block away. Her high heels impeded her speed and she tried to 
kick them off as she ran, but could not without losing her stride. 

"Get'er, she's runn'in." she heard the Negroes shouting from the car and 
then the opening and slamming of the car doors behind her. 

"Don't lose that little piece o'tail," a voice rang through the night and 
mixed with the pounding of shoes on the pavement behind her. 

"God damn, she's a fast lil' bitch, look at 'er go." 

"Y-y-yeah, and man look at those y-y-yams," she heard a puffing voice behind 
her say. It was close, so close she could almost feel a breath down her 
neck. She strained, trying to run faster, trying to escape the coarse, 
horrible blacks chasing after her. There was not a single doubt in her mind 
of what was going to happen to her if she were caught, and the thought made 
her move faster. Her breath was coming in small gasps now and her legs felt 
as though her muscIes would snap from the awful pressure of the distance she 
had run. She kept her eyes straight ahead and looked pleadingly to the 
darkened house, now only a stone's throw away. 

She was almost there! 

A hand reached out from behind her and grasped once at her hair flowing in 
the night breeze behind her. 

He missed! 

She felt the softness of the lawn of the house under her feet and screamed 
with all her strength as she felt her heel dig into the soft ground and her 
legs twist from beneath her. Her two black pursuers dove, and landed in a 
heap on top of her prostrate body, crushing the wind from her lungs. 

She screamed again. 

"Bring the goddamn car over, we got her," she heard a shout above her. 

A porch light snapped on from the house. 

O thank God, thank God, flickered through her mind. 

"Help me! Please help me!" she screamed at the top of her voice until a 
harsh rough callused hand clamped down over her lips. 

The car screeched to a halt a few feet away at the curb and the door on the 
front porch opened. 

"Get 'er in, damn it, get 'er in," someone was shouting. 

"Dear God, please, oh please," she screamed at the middle-aged man, whose 
face was peering stone-like through the opened door. He seemed to stare 
directly into her wide, terror stricken eyes for a long, long moment. His 
face was impassive and unchanged. And then, even as she struggled with the 
last of her waning strength, she watched in uncomprehending disbelief as the 
man, still expressionless, slowly closed the door and switched the light 
off. A crazy vague thought of the forty brave souls who allowed a girl to 
die on the streets in New York flickered through her mind as she gave one 
last stifled scream. Both of the negroes had her from behind now, and were 
forcing her toward the car. One of them had his hand over her mouth, and 
though she was still struggling with all her remaining strength, they were 
moving her to the car with little difficulty. 

The back door was open wide, and one of them was in the back seat. He 
grabbed Susan by the neck as they thrust her head first through the open 
door and pulled her hard into the interior so that she fell face down across 
his lap. The one called Duke leaped in on top of her, pulling the door 
closed behind him. The other one jumped in the front seat by the driver, and 
the car roared off with a squeal of tires. Susan's pale blue eyes were wide 
with terror, and her mouth twisted with a soundless scream that was choked 
silent by fear somewhere deep in her throat. 

"Have ya got her, have ya got her," a hot, excited voice came from the 
driver's seat. 

"Hell, yes, we got 'er. Get this son-a-bitch rolling good 'fore that ol' 
bastard gets brave and calls the cops." 

"Awright, awright," the driver answered, shifting it into second and roaring 
off on the road headed out of town. "Don't let her yell till we get out' 
here." 

Susan felt a thick muscular arm circle around her, and another harsh 
callused hand press into her face and over her mouth until her lips ached 
back against her tightly clenched teeth. She could feel the negro's excited 
breathing as he pressed her closer to him to keep her from screaming. A 
pungent animal smell of sweat came from his clothes, and seemed to permeate 
the whole of her own gasping breath. The odor was horrible. 

Tears of helpless frustration filled her eyes as suddenly the lewd obscene 
picture of Richard's father's penis spearing mercilessly into her mother's 
open and receptive vagina crossed her mind, and she sobbed helplessly as the 
grim realization came that she too might soon be filled with the cruel hard 
flesh of one of these horrible rapists who had kidnapped her from the 
street. 

Oh God, she prayed silently through the pain of her helpless position, don't 
let it happen like this, don't let it happen like this. 

"Okay, you bastards, keep her down out'a sight. We gotta go through this 
intersection up here." 

Duke pressed tighter down into her from his position and stretched over the 
full length of her back. She was still groaning softly but her body was limp 
as though the life had been crushed from it. She no longer struggled, but 
moved her face slightly away from the loins of the boy where it had been 
pressed. His hand clasped against her face, following her every movement to 
insure that she would not scream. 

Susan could feel Duke's loins pressed tightly into the curve of her buttocks 
from behind where he lay over her back. His face was pressed into her hair, 
and she winced slightly, in spite of the pain throughout her body, from the 
stale odor of alcohol that he breathed alongside her face. They obviously 
had been drinking a lot, and though she hadn't really seen any of them 
outright, she was certain they weren't from around here. They spoke in thick 
negro accents that sounded like the Woodlawn District of Chicago, and must 
have driven down just for something like this. 

Oh God, why did she have to be the one. Why did she have to catch her mother 
in that horrible position with those two men. She knew somehow the entire 
train of her life would change after tonight. Nothing-nothing would ever be 
the same. 

Behind her, the Negro Duke's breath was coming heavier. He had lain still at 
first, recovering his wind from the struggle he had just engaged in, but now 
his strength was returning, and Susan could feel the whole of his body 
squirming down onto her with an impatience that frightened her. She tried to 
move again, but could not. The pressure of the boy's arm around her neck and 
face, and the weight of Duke on her back held her pinned tightly to the 
seat. Her knees were hanging off the edge and she could feel him sliding 
down her back until his hardening loins were pressed tightly against the 
soft flesh of her buttocks. She moaned her protest into the hand over her 
mouth as she felt his knee inserting between her legs and prying them 
relentlessly and cruelly apart. 

She fought, but there was no stopping him. 

He had the leverage, and soon her inner thick muscles tired as she felt them 
being pushed slightly open. His hardened penis, trapped painfully under the 
tightness of his jeans pressed hard and intimately into the upraised 
junction of the soft underside of her thighs. 

The car raced along the highway, leaving the sparse lights of the suburbs 
behind it. There was the click of the glove compartment opening in the front 
seat, and a sound of glass scraping against metal. 

"H-h-how about a d-d-drink fella's," a stuttering thick-sounding voice asked 
from the front seat. 

"God damn, Stitch, you get the best ideas sometimes," Duke answered as he 
pulled his loins back slightly from Susan's upraised buttocks. He kneeled up 
on the floor and reached over the back of the front seat to take the bottle. 
A husky gurgling sound of deep-throated swallows filled the car above the 
soft roar of the engine. 

"Whooeee! Damn that stuff burns," he roared after a moment. "Here take it, 
Shorty." 

The negro laughed drunkenly and lifting her head, reached over and grabbed 
the bottle, coughing loudly after his last swallow. She could feel droplets 
of the foul-smelling liquid falling to the back of her neck as it dribbled 
from the corners of his mouth. The bottle was then passed up to the driver, 
who they referred to as Coke. It made several rounds among them as she 
trembled silently, too afraid to speak. 

"Hey, what about the honky?" Duke suddenly laughed as he passed the bottle 
to Shorty. "Give'er a lil shot to warm'er up." 

The negro laughed drunkenly and lifted her head from his lap by the hair and 
thrust the mouth of the bottle to her lips. She clenched them tightly shut 
in a vain attempt to ward off the terrible tasting substance, but he pressed 
harder, forcing her mouth open. The hot burning liquid sizzled down inside 
her and she coughed to keep from choking, but with each cough there was a 
further pressure on the bottle forcing more down the narrow confines of her 
throat. 

"Hot damn, you better open another bottle," Shortly chortled as she 
swallowed defensively so that she could breath. "She's a guzzler." 

At last, after a seeming eternity, he passed the bottle on to Coke in the 
driver's seat, but with each further round she was forced to drink her 
share. At first, it almost made her sick but with each gradual bit forced 
down her, it began to deaden her feelings. She found herself almost wishing 
it would be her turn again each time the bottle left her mouth. Soon it 
began slowly, but perceptibly, to deaden her sense of dread. A dread of what 
was almost certain to come. 

Between his turns at the bottle, Duke let his hands play over the smooth 
rounded contours of her buttocks behind her, and in spite of the deadening 
effect of the alcohol, she still tried hopelessly to squirm away. 

"Hold 'er Shorty, she's slipp'in, you bastard!" 

And Shorty's hand came down hard on the back of her head, pressing it harder 
into his loins until the bottle carne around their way again. She could feel 
the car turning off the main road onto a dirt one. It was rough and rocky, 
and with each bump they hit she could feel the hardness of Duke behind her 
buttressing deeper into the open unprotected crevice of her behind. She knew 
he could feel her quivering beneath him, and had faint visions of what his 
black leering face must look like as he held her warm throbbing body in 
front of him to do as he willed. The obscene helplessness of her position, 
coupled with the warm dark liquid they had forced down her, caused a strange 
crazy fluttering deep inside her stomach. It intensified with each time Duke 
moved his loins behind her and the contact became more sharp. Her face ached 
slightly and her throat was bone dry. 

"How much longer?" Duke breathed heavily, his hands cupping the round 
firmness of her buttocks beneath the thin veneer of her now torn and soiled 
party gown. 

"Bout two miles," Coke answered tensely from the driver's seat. "But keep 
'er down anyway, there's farmer's houses all along this road, and they sleep 
light." 

"Don't worry none," Duke snorted gleefully, "She cain't make no noise. I got 
'er tight." 

"P-P-Pull 'er d-d-dress up, " Stitch slobbered drunkenly with his head 
hanging over the seat. A weird unnatural glint shone in his eyes as they 
roamed over the figure of the helpless kneeling girl in the back seat. 

"I gotta fuck 'er now," Duke hissed with a coarse impatient tone to his 
voice. 

"Not now, wait'll we git 'er to the cabin," Shorty objected. 

"Man, I jist cain't hold back, I gotta fuck 'er right now or my lil ole 
balls gonna explode." Duke intoned hoarsely as he felt the softness of her 
behind grinding back into him in her fruitless efforts of escape. 

"Hang on, Shorty," he muttered, "I'm gonna slip her dress up." 

"G-G-Go on, S-S-Shorty," Stitch stuttered escitedly. "F-F-Fuck 'er n-n-now!" 

Susan, through the pale of forced drunkenness, squirmed hard against the 
negro's binding hands, but the slow seductive movement of her buttocks 
crushing back into the hardness of his loins only succeeded in sharpening 
his desire for her. She sobbed into the hand covering her mouth, and broke 
away from it with a jerk of her head. 

"Oh God, please don't! Don't do it to me!" 

Her piteous supplications were cut short again by Shorty's rough hand 
clamping down hard over her mouth. Further muffled cries were choked back 
deep down in her throat until only slight broken grunts of anguish could be 
heard coming from her flaring nostrils. 

Duke reached down to her knees and jerked at the dress bunched beneath her 
on the floor. There was a low tearing noise as it suddenly ripped loose, 
fanning up the full length of her firm full thighs and up over the rounded 
white panty-covered fullness of her buttocks. Duke gasped and wriggled it 
over her hips to the narrow indentation of her waist. All the while Shorty 
held tight around her neck, his eyes bulging as each voluptuously smooth 
portion of her body came further into view. 

"Pull 'er dress on up over her head," Duke coughed excitedly at him, as his 
trembling hands caressed the lust-inciting nakedness of her inner thighs His 
nostrils flared in undisguised desire as his fingers coursed over the smooth 
silky softness of flesh where they joined her torso. He pinched her ass, 
momentarily delighting in the further groans it brought from her lips as she 
screwed back against him in pain. There was only a smooth narrow band of 
nylon lying between them now, bunched tightly in the crevice of her 
buttocks, and even in the dim interior light of the car, he could see silken 
tufts of her soft blonde pubic hair protruding from beneath the tight 
elastic of the leg-bands. The rounded globules of her behind stood brash and 
exposed to the lust-crazed eyes of all but Coke, who still hung tensed over 
the wheel as he maneuvered the car skillfully down the rough dirt road 
towards the forest in the distance. 

Susan was half wild with fear now. Even the deadening effect of the alcohol 
could not protect her mind from the horrible truth of what was happening to 
her. 

She was going to be raped! 

Raped by a vicious gang of negroes who thought and acted like animals and 
had little compassion or feeling towards her or any other human being. Her 
buttocks quivered convulsively from the terrifying thought of what her fate 
was surely to be in a few short minutes. There was nothing in the world that 
could save her now. Her fate had been sealed the moment she saw the first 
stream of light from under the door of her mother's bedroom tonight, and 
there was no way to turn the time back now. 

Oh God, if only it hadn't happened the way it did. If only her father hadn't 
died, if only Billy hadn't gone away. A thousand "ifs" rumbled 
disconnectedly through her tortured mind when suddenly she was jerked back 
to brutal reality by the touch of Duke's hands running up the sides of her 
almost naked body. He rounded them over the luscious flare of her hips for a 
moment, and then slid them slowly and harshly down to the slimness of her 
waist above her panties. Her skin was naked there, and she trembled as his 
breathing almost stopped behind her. She felt as though his eyes were boring 
right through her body, as the heat of his hands traced a path just behind 
their leering gaze. 

"Man, look at that, jist look at it." Duke's face was contorted crazily as 
he spoke the words almost in a trance. 

Thin lines of spittle drooled from the idiot face of Stitch, as he hung over 
the front seat, his eyes gleaming in vicious desire. Coke, behind the wheel, 
glanced over the seat and muttered something under his breath, then tromped 
down harder on the gas, shooting the car forward at a greater speed. 

Susan groaned as she felt a hardness from Shorty's crotch rising under her 
cheek. He had followed Duke's instructions and pulled the dress over her 
waist and up to her neck where it bunched in a wrinkled ring of useless 
cloth. Now, in his excitement, he was roving his hands over her back that 
was bare from the shoulders down. The smooth velvet softness of her skin was 
broken only by the thin white brassiere straps that laced across her back, 
and the flimsy panties that stretched tightly over her buttocks. She could 
feel a small wet circle of seminal fluid seeping through the crotch of his 
pants from the hardness of his penis. It felt warm and sticky against her 
cheek, and as she tried to move her head away, he pulled his hand from her 
back and pressed her face tighter into his crotch until she almost lost her 
breath. He locked her head in position with one hand, while the other 
continued to rummage over her back, his fingers working clumsily at the 
clasp of her brassiere. Suddenly, without prior warning, it snapped apart, 
and her full young breasts, large and resilient, fell free. 

She gasped as he pulled the now useless piece of underwear from around her 
body and the two mounds of soft resilient flesh came into hard direct 
contact with the leather of the car seat. Her nipples sprang into a 
defensive hardness, their tiny bud-like tips throbbing from the sudden 
exposure to the coolness of the material. Shorty wasted no time. As he gaped 
at Duke's hands coursing hungrily over the rounded soft spheres of her 
buttocks, his own hand slipped around the side of her body, following the 
deep red welt where the bra strap had been. He cupped the full round 
ripeness of her right breast and squeezed it momentarily, bringing a groan 
from Susan's lips. Still not satisfied, he proceeded to pinch the small 
rubbery nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He rolled it tightly 
between them with a lewd grin on his face as he felt her face squirming with 
greater strength now trying to dislodge itself from his crotch. He continued 
to knead and pinch at her breasts with an ecstatic intensity until he was 
harshly interrupted by a loud threatening rebuke from Duke. 

"You son-uf-a-bitch, stop it. I'm gonna fuck 'er," he almost shouted, fire 
burning in his eyes. 

"I'm just feel'in 'er. I got a right to that too," Shorty replied 
defensively. 

"Not when I'm gett'in ready to fuck 'er, you ain't." 

"Knock it off, you two. There's plenty for everybody when we get to the 
shack." Coke pleaded from the driver's seat. 

"I ain't wait'in" Duke announced, and glared at Shorty across the length of 
Susan's helpless prostrate body. "Now you jist hold 'er." 

"Aw right, but I get 'er first when we get there," he relented grudgingly, 
and pulled his hand from beneath her body. 

"C-C-Come on, D-D-Duke, f-f-fuck 'er quick," Stitch drooled. 

"Shut up, god damn it, alla ya. I'm wasten time." 

Duke's eyes gleamed with inflamed desire as his shaking hands smoothed up 
the sides of her quivering body, and cupped the breasts underneath. He 
pulled and squeezed at them harshly for a moment and then with sudden 
impatience drew his hands down again to the elastic hand at the top of her 
panties. He hooked his fingers into the nylon and with a slow methodical 
certainty, began to peel them down over the curves of her hips. 

Susan jerked as she felt the last of her protective clothing being removed 
from her almost nude body. She had lain almost dormant from paralyzing fear 
all this time as they clawed and kneaded at her helpless body, but she knew 
this was the point of no return, and if she didn't resist with all her 
strength now there would be no hope. Even death, she thought bitterly, would 
be better than losing her virginity to this horrible group of wild animals 
who had her at their mercy. With this thought racing through her mind, she 
gave one last final effort at escape and rolled from the seat to the floor 
of the speeding car. Her sudden movement had caught both Shorty and Duke by 
surprise, but they both reacted violently and quickly. 

"Pull 'er back up, pull'er back up!" Duke shouted as they struggled with her 
flailing arms and legs beneath them. 

The battle lasted only a minute as the greater strength of the two negroes 
gradually won, and she was pulled brutally back to the kneeling position on 
the seat, with her face again pressed tightly into Shorty's loins. Her 
breasts ached as they were squashed hard and heavy into the leather. 

"Now hold 'er, damn it," Duke commanded. "I'm really gonna give it to the 
lil' bitch for that one." 

Susan, trembling in abject terror, heard the harsh metallic sound of a 
zipper being opened in haste behind her, and then the warm smooth pressure 
of his hardened cock pressing against the tender backsides of her thighs. 
She could feel its stickiness where the wet hot seminal fluid seeped from 
its large inflated head. With his hands on her hips, he pressured them up 
higher off the seat then pressed his knees tight between hers, and in one 
swift downward movement, peeled the white flimsy panties from the half moons 
of her buttocks. When the silky material caught at the juncture of her belly 
and thighs, he gave an impatient jerk, ripping them into useless threads. 

He laughed and held the tattered remnants up in the air, and then pushed 
them tight into the moronic Stitch's face hanging in enraptured 
concentration over the back of the front seat. 

"Man, smell a little o'that sweet stuff," Duke chortled at the crazed 
idiotic gaze that flickered through the retarded negro's eyes. 

"L-Lem'me feel 'er c-c-cunt," Stitch suddenly stuttered in a deranged 
moronic squeak, and without warning thrust his hand down over the back of 
the seat with a swiftness that caught Duke off guard. The force of his 
unexpected movement pushed Duke back a little, giving his hand complete 
access to the warm wet juncture of Susan's upraised buttocks. She jerked 
forward with a desperate groan, pressing her face tighter into Shorty's 
crotch, but there was no escape. The half-wit's full extended hand clamped 
down tight against her, covering the whole of the junction of her thighs and 
buttocks. She wriggled her behind in desperation, attempting with all her 
strength to evade the wildly digging fingers that were thrusting and probing 
at her unprotected vagina. 

Suddenly he found the wet smooth opening and rammed his middle finger 
forward with a hard cruel thrust that burst into her with the hot fiery pain 
of a thousand Roman candles. 

"Aaaaaggggghhhhh," she screamed wildly, as she felt it skewering like a red 
hot poker into the smooth virginal flesh of her cunt, breaking through the 
tight ring of her virginity and on into the warm wet cavern beyond. Duke, 
shouting obscenities at the top of his lungs, tried with all his strength to 
wrestle the cruel probing hand away, but the strength of the lust-filled 
half-wit was that of ten men. He ground his thick fat finger around and 
around without mercy deep inside her painfully expanding channel, while the 
poor helpless girl groaned and twisted in anguish before the depraved attack 
on her unprotected genitals. She felt as though her vaginal passage was 
ablaze and burning as she sensed through the dim consciousness of her 
tortured brain, the slight giving and tearing of her flesh. The flaccid 
symbol of virginity that she had protected for so long was being ripped 
savagely away. Her body went limp from the sudden shock and pain, and she 
would have fallen from the seat had it not been for the restricting hands of 
Shorty on her shoulders, and the pressure of the wildly flailing Duke behind 
her, who had both hands locked tightly around Stitch's wrist forcing his 
finger slowly but surely from her pained and stretched vaginal passage. 

Finally it was over. 

His thick stubby finger slipped with a wet sucking noise from between the 
young fleshy folds of her cunt, and he grunted in pain as Duke shoved him 
will all his strength back into the windshield of the car. 

"Stop it, you idiots! Stop it!" Coke was shouting at the top of his voice. 
"We're gonna wreck the goddamn car!" 

"I'm gonna kill that idiot bastard when we get to the cabin! I swear it. By 
God, I swear it!" Duke screamed, his face livid with rage. 

"I-I-I gotta r-r-right to some t-t-too," the half dazed Stitch defended, as 
he rubbed his battered head. 

"You ain't gettin' nuthin, ya heah, nuthin' ya son-uf-a-bitch. If ya ever 
lay anuther hand on 'er, I'kill ya." 

Stitch cringed back in the seat before Duke's fiery verbal attack. It was 
obvious he was the accepted leader of the group at that moment. The others 
seemed deathly afraid of his vicious temper. He glared around the car and 
there was a still silence, broken only by the piteous sobs of the helpless 
Susan, still kneeling before him in helpless subjugation. 

Duke turned his eyes back down to the full moons of Susan's gleaming white 
buttocks, protruding full and round in the dim light. His lips curled 
tightly as his total concentration returned to the voluptuous and waiting 
feast spread in servile anguish before him. 

"Now she's gonna git it like a high class lil' bitch should git it from a 
real man," he hissed between clenched teeth, while his cruelly gleaming eyes 
bored into the tantalizing crevice that separated the full cheeks of her 
soft young behind. 

"Ohhhh no, please, please don't anymore," she pleaded through her tears of 
shame and humiliation. She could feel his hands begin kneading nervously and 
stretching the open and unprotected twin mounds of her buttocks. Her body 
jerked up as she felt his thumbs on either side of them, spreading them 
wider and wider apart. 

"Oh God, no!" 

She sobbed out her weak and futile protest, as the cool air from an open 
window rushed between them, and brought her back to semi-consciousness. A 
groan escaped from her lips, as again the full realization of her position 
flickered through her mind. 

"Ohhh!" 

She jerked forward when Duke's middle finger thrust between her thighs into 
the soft protective folds of the young flesh surrounding her vagina. His 
fingers searched patiently for a moment, and then found their velvety 
quarry. She cringed before his initial touch, the soft resilient cheeks of 
her buttocks hardened and clenched tight together, trapping his probing hand 
between them. 

"Hold 'er, Shorty, she's fightin' it," he gasped, twisting his hand to pry 
her buttocks open again. "Man she's tight." 

"Maybe she ain't never been fucked before," Short cut in, his voice dropping 
to an almost reverent whisper. "D'ya think she's a virgin?" 

"We ain't never gonna know now, with that half-wit's finger plowin' into 'er 
like he did." Duke grunted as he pushed his arm forward to break the death 
lock that her buttocks had on his hand. "But she ain't had much, that's for 
sure." 

He gave one last hard push with his forearm, and Susan felt the last of the 
desperate strength she had mustered in her terror-give way. Her body 
shuddered and she moaned as his finger wormed its way into the now wet and 
open passageway. She clenched her teeth tightly in a vain attempt to drown 
out the hurt that slipped through the remains of her shattered virginity and 
moved about in tiny growing circles deeper and deeper inside her. She opened 
her mouth to scream but nothing came. Instead, there was a helpless muffled 
groan of exhausted acceptance. Every muscle in her twisted kneeling body had 
reached the ultimate breaking point, and she could no longer find the 
strength to even protest against the vile monstrous fondling of her secret 
parts that she had worked so hard to save for Richard and their wedding 
night. All that was gone with the frenzied attack she had been subjected to 
a few moments before by the moronic sadist in the front seat. And now-now 
there was nothing left but the final coup de grace to be administered 
viciously-and without ceremony by the arrogant unknown negro behind her 
whose face she had never even seen. 

She gasped and held her breath as she felt his fingers that had enlarged and 
stretched the now lubricated walls of her vagina slip wetly out with a moist 
sucking sound. He squirmed behind her, his hand wrapped tightly around his 
lust-hardened cock, guiding it slowly and deliberately between his fingers 
into the moist pink flanges of her vagina. She cringed forward again, her 
face contorted in fearsome dread as she felt the large bulbous head moving 
up and down behind her in the wide-spread slit of her vagina and part the 
sparse soft blonde pubic hair in preparation for the entry. She tried to 
close her legs, but his knees insinuated between them held them cruelly 
open. 

"Hold 'er tight, boy, I'm gonna slip it in nice and easy," he directed at 
the wide-eyed Shorty, whose arms bulged from the pressure he was placing on 
her shoulders. Stitch, who had recovered his courage, hung his face over the 
back of the seat, gasping at the scene with tiny streams of spittle dripping 
from the corners of his slackened mouth. 

Susan whimpered aloud as she felt the first warm hard contact against the 
cringing lips of her cunt and the slow agonizing pressure beginning. It was 
soft at first and then when he met his first resistance, he pressurized 
forward harder. 

She groaned incoherently. 

"Oooooooooooooh, nooo!" 

He pressed forward again, flexing his buttocks with all his strength until 
suddenly ... it gave. The tight elastic ring popped open with a quick 
unexpected snap, and the huge blood-filed head slipped wetly inside with a 
rush that left Susan gasping for breath. 

"Aaaaaaaagggggggghhhhhh! " 

She flailed her head wildly into Shorty's crotch as he worked with all his 
strength to hold her down. The shock of the sudden thrust rejuvenated her 
shattered muscles for a moment, and she squirmed and twisted like a mad 
woman trying to escape the cruel and painful impalement of her cunt. 

"God, what a pussy," Duke gasped from behind as he felt it's warm wet walls 
slipping over his rigidity like hot melted butter. His head fell loosely 
back as his loins buffeted forward and his thick rock-hard cock speared into 
the helplessly struggling girl without mercy. It raced into her like a fast 
whirling drill boring through the depths of the earth, battering and 
smashing all before it in great waves of warm moist flesh until suddenly his 
pelvis smacked tight into her and flattened her upraised buttocks with a 
hard, sharp slap that reverberated through the speeding car like a 
flat-handed blow across the face. 

Susan's muffled moans of pain and humiliation went unheeded and unheard as 
he reached forward with both hands and grasped her by the shoulders, pulling 
her whole body back tight against him. His thick hard cock was sunk to its 
fullest depth in her quivering white belly as she felt the hardness of the 
head pressed tight against the end of her cervix. There was no reason to 
struggle or fight anymore, even if she had the strength. He had conquered 
her; she knelt in servile acceptance like a slave of old, to be used as her 
master desired. 

Her body went limp, as she felt his hands slide down to the rounded curves 
of her hips, and began a slow teasing rotation of his rigid cock deep inside 
of her womb. The pain lessened as she felt her wet soft passage expanding 
further and further with each greater rotation he made inside her. Her tears 
of shame and humiliation continued to flow. There was no stopping him, and 
there was nothing she could do but accept the vile obscene rape of her body 
without resistance. 

Her muffled sobs and groans mingled piteously with his gasps of passion, 
while his hands ran down under the fullness of her quivering breasts, 
dancing against the seat below with each hard, cruel thrust he made into 
her. 

"J-J-Jesus C-C-Christ!" Stitch muttered as his bulging eyes watched the long 
black length of Duke's glistening cock, moist from her secretions, pistoning 
into her white behind. His eyes bulged wider, as he gaped at the ragged pink 
flanges of the protective soft folds of flesh around her cunt, drawing back 
with each out-stroke, and then being swallowed in again as Duke thrust 
forward into her with the powerful in and out rhythm he had begun. Stitch 
wanted with all his being to reach forward again and fondle her there, but 
his dim mind remembered the anger he had elicited the last time he let 
himself lose control. Unable to satisfy his rising passion, he dropped his 
hand to his crotch and pressed against his own rising hardness instead. He 
fingered the seeping wet patch of seminal fluid with a crazed gleam in his 
close-set eyes, hoping with all his might that Duke would change his mind 
and let him have his share when they reached the shack. 

Duke, pumping into her from behind like she was a bitch in heat, squeezed 
all around her soft joggling buttocks. His fingers dug cruelly at her 
cringing tiny puckered anus, and then jerked forward again, clasping her 
hips and pulling her back limply over his cock while he continued to skewer 
and ram into her with growing abandon. His body was now a ball of sheer 
uncontrolled lust that had unleashed itself completely against the squirming 
beautiful, tender flesh in front of him. He could feel his heated cock 
growing thicker and thicker in her belly, as he ground savagely into her 
with a wave of sadistic delight flickering across his contorted face. He had 
never had anything white like this before, nothing this young and tender and 
helpless, and it was driving him insane. His thick inflated cock ached and 
burned as it never had before. He was almost there, almost there, and he 
continued to ram eagerly into her with long hard strokes. He had to end it 
before he lost his mind. 

Susan's whimpers stretched into a long, low continuous whine that filled the 
car like a distant siren. Through the dim haze of her tortured mind, she 
could feel him growing and growing deep-deep inside her until it felt as 
though his rampaging instrument would split her in two. He was going to cum 
in her. Her tears cascaded in torrents onto the rough Levi's of Shorty's 
crotch. The lewd thought was passing her mind of this horrible unknown negro 
filling her helpless belly and womb with his hot sticky lust. Oh God, she 
might get pregnant, ran crazily through her mind, and she tried to clench 
her buttocks as a senseless gesture of defense. 

That did it! 

As her warm wet muscles clasped tight around his hard-driving cock, Duke 
threw back his head with a wild scream, and his lewd hot sperm shot like a 
fire hose into Susan's wide-swept cuntal passage. She groaned in helpless 
submission before him as he emptied himself with spurt after spurt of his 
driving lust juices deep up inside her, filling her womb and belly to the 
bursting point. 

"Oh God, No, No, No!" she screamed as she felt it ricocheting around in a 
warm wet pool in her vagina-a hot fiery reminder of her total subjugation to 
the cruel inhuman tormentor fucking into her from behind. 

There was nothing else. The end had come so suddenly and so completely that 
Duke pitched forward in total exhaustion along the length of her flattened 
body and lay, breathing fast, unable to move. 

Susan lay sobbing out her humiliation and fear beneath him, the sudden 
horrible thought coming to her that it wasn't all over. There were the 
others. Oh God, there were the others! 

"Get off 'er, Duke, please. Lemme at 'er now." 

"Knock it off, damn it, there's the shack just ahead," Coke cried excitedly 
from the driver's seat. "We can all get it now." 

"Yeh," Duke added, rising from over the prostrate Susan and glowering at the 
cringing Stitch in the front seat. "Son-uf-a-bitch, he ain't gonna even 
touch 'er for what he done." 

As he lifted, Susan could feel his deflated penis slipping wetly from her 
forever expanded passage. As the cool night rushed with a soothing swirl 
into her void, she listened with bated breath to the argument going on 
between the two negroes, as the speeding car came to a sliding halt in the 
night. Stitch was objecting with a low pleading whine to his voice, that 
sounded like a small child begging for candy from an older brother or 
sister. 

"Ya heard me, ya bastard, ya touch 'er, and I'll kill ya. Next time ya'll 
know better,"Duke said with finality in his voice. "Besides, ain't nobody 
gettin' none until we get our business outta the way. Remember, that's how 
come we're here." 

There were groans from the other two at this statement, but neither of them 
pursued the matter as the harsh tone of Duke's pronouncement indicated he 
was in no mood for an argument. 

"Come on now, let's get 'er outta the car. We got a lot to do 'fore the 
others get here." 

She heard the door opening on the right side of her. The side she had been 
forced through a seeming eternity before, and now there were hands pulling 
her roughly through it and out of the car. She tried to stand on her own two 
feet when she felt the ground beneath them, but they would not hold and she 
was forced to lean against Duke's shoulder for support. The hem of her dress 
fell loosely from her neck and on down to her waist, as she struggled weakly 
to pull it the rest of the way down to cover her naked hips. 

She was barefooted now, for her shoes had fallen loose in the car. The cool 
touch of the dirt beneath her feet brought some semblance of consciousness 
back to her dazed mind. Her hand tightened around Duke's arm, and in spite 
of the brutal assault he had just subjected her to, she found herself 
clinging to him blindly, half for support, and half from the fear of the 
others touching her. She followed him meekly across the short distance from 
the car to the ramshackled cabin in the small clearing. In spite of her 
still smoldering dread of his touch, he seemed to be the only barrier that 
stood between her and total rape by all the others. How long would he hold 
them off? She tightened her grip, and followed him passively, half 
stumbling, half walking, to the rickety stairs leading up the porch. She 
trembled at the thought of the unknown, and the frightening fate that she 
was certain awaited her inside. 

Chapter 2 

The interior of the shack was even more shabby than the outside. Susan tried 
to hold back for a moment at the doorway, as Duke disappeared inside and lit 
an old-fashioned kerosene lamp, then returned to pull her in. The interior 
of the weather beaten shack was even more shabby than the outside and a bit 
cold. 

"Build a fire, Stitch," Duke commanded to the sulking form that was last to 
enter. "And don't burn the god damn place up." 

"I-I-I kin build a-a-as good a f-f-fire as y-y-you can," he stuttered 
defensively, and then stepped outside again to collect the wood. 

"Ya oughta lay off him, Duke," Coke said when Stitch was out of earshot. 
"He's one o' us, and oughta be treated right." 

"He'll be treated right, awright. If he ever pulls a stunt like he did back 
there in the car, I'll cut his balls off, and he won't have to worry none 
about it." 

"Aw, he wuz just excited, ya know how he gits," Shorty chimed into the 
argument. "Ya know he ain't got a brain in his head." 

"I know he ain't, an' that's why I'm pushin' 'im. He's gotta learn to 
control hisself, jist like the rest of us," Duke answered tersely. "When he 
does that, then he can have it. Besides, I got thinking to do. I tole the 
man I'd be all ready when he sends his contact man up with the plans 
tomorrow " 

"Where was 'e comin' in from?" Shorty asked. 

"Detroit, where else?" You think them honkies got a goin' over last summer, 
man, you ain't seen nothin yet. Wait'll ya hear what he got in mind for 'em 
this time." 

"He's gonna lay it to 'em, huh?" Shorty smiled a broad toothy smile, and 
smacked his hand against his knee. "He shore know how to do it." 

"Yeh, but you remember whose boss here. I kin handle Chicago." 

"Man, you gotta do what he say or we don't git no more money." 

"Aw, he ain't so big. We kin make our own contacts if we gotta. There's 
plenty o' scratch around jist waitin' to be picked up to back good ole civil 
rights causes." 

He snickered for a moment at his joke, and the others followed suit as Susan 
listened in confused wonder. The apathy that had lain over her mind since 
first being abducted into the car by this gang of negroes, was gradually 
lifting and she found herself becoming more and more perceptive of what was 
going on around her. She had assumed at first that they were just a wild 
bunch of criminals, perhaps escapees of the state reformatory, but now it 
appeared that they were something more sinister. They seemed to be here for 
a purpose, and it was surely connected with the riots that had started last 
summer-the ones that everyone was afraid were going to occur again, with 
school ending in a few weeks. 

"What we gonna do with this honky chick, Duke?" Shorty asked. "She could 
blow the whole thing if she gits loose." 

"She ain't gonna git loose, we'll make sure of that, and besides, the big 
glow ain't for two more days now, an' we'll worry 'bout her when that time 
comes." 

"You ain't gonna kill 'er are ya?" Coke intervened with a worried expression 
on his face. 

Duke looked at him for a short second, and then burst into laughter at his 
concern. 

"Man," he roared, "here you gonna kill a hundred honkies on Friday, and you 
worryin' about one little ole white gal here. That's crazy, man, crazy." 

"Yeh, but it's different," Coke argued back, a hurt expression on his face. 
"We cain't scream civil rights if they catch us." 

"They ain't gonna catch us for nuthin, you hear. We gonna take care 'o her 
my way. And ... meanwhile," he added, "she can watch after us, cain't chya, 
honey?" 

Duke smiled at her and Susan dropped her head back to the floor. She leaned 
more heavily against the wall where he had left her, and drew her arms 
around her breasts They hung loose and partly exposed from a large tear in 
the upper part of her dress caused by their struggles in the car. Her bra 
was gone along with her panties, and she felt naked and vulnerable to their 
stares as they waited for her answer to Shorty's question. 

She stood silent and did not speak. 

"I asked ya a question, baby," he suddenly spat at her and walked to her 
side. 

Still Susan did not move or make a sound, even though her heart was lodged 
tightly in her throat in fear. 

The loud sound of a hard slap suddenly echoed through the room, as the negro 
who had just so brutally raped her, swung his arm in a wide arc and brought 
the palm of his hand down hard across her face. 

"Now, you jist answer when I ask ya sumpin', baby, or next time it's gonna 
be worse." 

"W-What do you want from me?" she managed to finally stammer out through the 
thin stream of tears it brought to her eyes. 

"I just asked if you was gonna take care 'o us, and I want the answer loud 
and clear for the boys." 

"Y'Yes," she finally said quietly. She could see the cold cruel glint in his 
black eyes, and knew that any sigh of resistance right now would only bring 
further pain and indignities from him. He was the leader of this gang, and 
could not under any circumstances run the risk of being stood up against in 
front of them. They worshiped strength and she sensed that if he lost his 
prestige in this matter with them, that he would lose all. It was again, the 
old tale of the male lions fighting for leadership of the "pride," and the 
women that went with it. There was only one law that applied, and that was 
the law of the jungle, pure and simple. 

"That's a good lil' honky chick. We gonna make a good honky outta ya yet, 
jist to show these boys that the only good honky, ain't a dead one. Ain't 
that, right." 

Duke smiled arrogantly down at her and tweeked her cheek with his thumb and 
forefinger. Susan nodded her head dejectedly in agreement. 

"Awright, Coke, show 'er the kitchen, man. She's gonna have to earn 'er keep 
here for a few days, in more ways than one. And, make 'er clean it good." 

He grabbed her arm and shoved her towards the tall thin negro who had been 
driving the car, and she let herself be led to the kitchen without a 
struggle. There was no longer any sense in the hopeless resistance she had 
put up at first. Her only chance for even staying alive now was to keep 
close to Duke. She was certain his hard outward approach to her was an act 
to show the others that he could be cold and cruel, for he seemed to have 
developed a sense of protectiveness toward her that might keep the others 
away-for a little while anyway. 

The kitchen was a mess and looked like it had not been used for a long time. 
The sink was filled to the brim with dirty molding dishes and the dusty 
shelves were almost bare except for an assortment of rusting cans of beans 
and soup. Coke inspected the door that led out to the back, making certain 
the padlock attached to it was still secure so there could be no chance for 
her to escape. 

"Now you do what Duke done said to do and don't try nuthin' that might be 
crazy. He might git mad and you ain't never seen nobody as wild as him when 
he's mad." 

Susan nodded in assent and limply began her task of cleaning up the mess. 
The odor from the dishes almost made her sick, but under Coke's watchful 
gaze, she soon had them soaking in hot water that she had heated on an old 
wood-burning stove. On a command from Duke in the living room, Coke stepped 
outside and returned a few minutes later carrying a large box of groceries. 

"Duke says you're to git us some supper. And, make it quick," he added with 
an authority of his own. 

"W-What can I fix," she asked with a slight tremble in her voice. It was the 
first time she had spoken to any of them except when she had been forced to. 
She could hardly bring herself to do it, but knew she must, or risk facing 
the wrath of Duke again. She dared not alienate him completely or he might 
be forced to show his control over her by letting the others take advantage 
of her as he had done. Susan vowed to herself that she would rather die-and 
would do all in her power to avoid being used in that way again. 

"Fry them pork chops," Coke answered her question after a few moments 
thought. "Duke likes 'em." 

Susan bent to her task with as much strength as she could gather after the 
horrible beating her muscles had taken. She was a bit surprised though, that 
the soreness between her legs was not more acute, considering the ravishment 
she had undergone. She had done a lot of horseback riding when her father 
was alive, and perhaps that had loosened her for the final assault that the 
idiotic Stitch had subjected her to with his fingers. 

This was the first time the thought had come to her mind since they left the 
car. She had been in a complete state of shock since the negroes had first 
grabbed her, and now even though her consciousness was beginning to clear, 
she still could not recall all the bitter details of what had happened or 
why it had happened. She was certain of one thing. She could never forgive 
her mother again for as long as she lived, for it was her mother who was 
responsible for her being here at the mercy of this cruel group of 
criminals. 

Why had they used her like this? Sheer lust couldn't be the answer unless 
they were absolute animals, and the thought was gradually sinking into her 
mind that perhaps they were. She had not known many negroes, but those she 
did know were no different than all of her other friends. Why then, this 
sudden bitter attack on her body, and the use of the name "honky" as a 
derogatory word toward her? What were they trying to accomplish by all of 
this brutality? 

"Hey man, where's the food," her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by 
Duke's complaining voice from the living room. "You been out there thirty 
minutes." 

"She's gittin' it. Don't worry none," Coke answered from his chair in the 
corner where he had been sitting patiently watching Susan at work. Though 
she hadn't looked at him at all during the entire time she had been working, 
she knew very well his eyes were glued tightly to her almost entirely 
visible body beneath the tattered gown she was wearing. It had been ripped 
and torn in so many places that there was very little material left to cover 
her completely nude body hiding beneath. While she had been getting the pork 
chops ready, she concentrated on keeping her arm pinned down to the side of 
her left breast, so it wouldn't fall out in front of Coke. She knew this 
would be fatal. They were already all worked up so bad by watching Duke rape 
her in the back seat of the car, that it wouldn't take much to set them off 
again. 

"You 'bout ready, baby," Coke asked impatiently after watching her turning 
the pork chops, trying to get them to cook faster. 

"Yes, they're ready now," she said limply, after a last look into the frying 
pan. 

"Okay, baby. Where ya want it, Duke?" he yelled loudly through the doorway. 

"Here," he answered with a laugh. 

"You hear 'im, baby. Go to it, and bring all the forks an' knives." 

"All right, but it's going to take a minute," she answered coldly. Not only 
had their leader ravished her young helpless body until she could hardly 
walk, but now they were turning her into their servant to wait on them too. 

"Here, I'll take 'em," Coke said impatiently and grabbed the stack of dishes 
she had collected from her hands. "You jist git the food in heah, right 
now," he commanded. 

Susan hurried as fast as she could in the dim light of the kerosene lamp, 
carrying a plate of pork chops in one hand and a bowl of beans in the other. 
Coke had placed the plates in their places around the table, and she went 
from one to the other dishing out their portions. It was the first time she 
had really had an opportunity to see all of them clearly; now, she could 
feel a cold harsh chill running quickly up the length of her spine as she 
studied the four negroes who were holding her prisoner. 

Shorty, as his name implied, was slight of height. But not really quite as 
much as he should have been to justify the nickname. In fact, he was just 
about Susan's height, five feet five. What he lacked in height, he certainly 
made up for in build. He was broad and stocky, and as she studied him, she 
remembered the way he had walked from the car to the cabin. It had reminded 
her dimly of an ape with his long swinging arms that were out of proportion 
to the rest of his body. It almost appeared as though he could touch the 
ground without bending over much farther than his natural stance. His face 
was thick and his broad flat nose, of the central African type negro, set 
deeply between his cheeks. 

Coke, who had been her guardian in the kitchen, was tall and thin with a 
slight pencil-type mustache that was currently so popular with negro 
singers. His eyes stayed blatantly on her as she moved around the table 
serving the others. There was an innate cold cruelty in them that she 
couldn't really explain, but she knew he had held it in check out of fear of 
Duke's rebuttal and she found herself again grateful again for his presence, 
fearing what would happen to her if he were not there. 

Duke was a strong, well-built negro who carried himself with an arrogant 
confidence befitting his position as gang chief. He had long sensuous hands 
that she could still remember coursing over her body as he had ravished her 
in the car. His nails were long and sharp and she still winced slightly each 
time she moved from the marks he had made on her body while he was stroking 
her. He, too, had a certain cold aloofness about him that repulsed and 
frightened her. It was almost as though he possessed nothing what-so-ever in 
the way of human compassion. There was no doubt of the tremendous strength 
he possessed; she could still feel the welts from his finger on her hips and 
upper thighs where he had grasped her when he was pulling himself into her. 

Stitch was one of the most repulsive persons she had ever seen. His build 
was much like Shorty, except that it was completely out of proportion. He 
had a large oversized head that seemed as though it belonged on a body many 
times the size of the one he possessed. When he walked, the enlarged head 
tilted to one side as though he could not support it and the slight limp he 
had added to the off-balance physical effect. His eyes were small and sunk 
deep in his head with the typical idiot half-smile always playing across his 
mouth, even when he was angry or hurt. 

She feared him more than all the rest of them. At least the others looked 
half human and might have some reasoning power left in them, but not Stitch. 
There would be no reasoning or mercy if she ever came under his power. It 
was unpredictable what he might do if his natural instincts were unleashed 
from the accepted human restrictions now placed on him. 

She finished filling the plates and stood back a few feet from the table 
with the dishes still in her hand, watching them eat silently with their 
thoughts. And, there could be no doubt what these thoughts were about. She 
could detect each of them in turn staring at her out of the corners of their 
eyes with hungry animalistic gazes that could mean only one thing. 

She kept her eyes on Duke as she cowered back from the table. The firelight 
now burned brightly, elongating weird silhouettes of his profile across the 
cabin floor. Out of grim necessity, she had accepted him as protector, and 
for the first time in her young life began to understand more behind the 
reasoning of the survival of the human race. A few short hours ago, she had 
been a sheltered and innocent girl, who believed in all the things she had 
learned about the inviolability of the virgin female form, and how it would 
be and should be protected at all costs. Now, she shared a sympathy with all 
abducted females since time began. The tender young vestal virgins of the 
Roman Empire who were carried off by the Huns from the north; the pioneer 
women who were carried off to become the wives of savage Indians; and, the 
ravaged women of Berlin after World War II. They all, from want of food or 
protection from greater indignities, had accepted protectors that they would 
have otherwise been repulsed by. It all became ultimately a matter of what 
one had to choose from, and not what one wanted to choose. The weakest had 
to choose the strongest of their group for mere survival sake, providing of 
course, the strongest wanted them. Duke wanted her now and she had no choice 
if she were to escape the others. She had to give herself to him or suffer a 
far worse fate at the hands of the likes of Shorty and Stitch. 

It was also apparent that Duke could feel the power he now possessed over 
the young, naive white girl as he ate with a quiet confidence, never once 
raising his eyes to look at her like the others. He knew she was there and 
knew she was his, by virtue of his leadership of the gang. His hold on her 
was his strength and the protection he offered her. 

"Git me some whiskey outta the box," he spoke for the first time since 
beginning to eat, "and bring four glasses, no, bring five. One for you, too, 
honky baby." 

Susan went to the kitchen without hesitation and brought the bottle back 
with the glasses and watched silently by his side as he poured a drink out 
for all of them. He poured hers a little more full than the others and 
pushed it toward her on the table. 

"Drink it down without stopping," he commanded, reveling in demonstrating 
his power over her to the others. 

Susan raised the glass and took a small sip, feeling the hot liquid burning 
all the way down to her stomach. It made her feel slightly sick until she 
saw Duke's eyes glued to her out of the corner of her eye, and she tilted 
the glass up again to take a greater swallow. She almost coughed it up, but 
with a supreme effort, managed to hold it down. A faint light-headedness 
swirled through her as she raised the glass again and turned it bottom-up, 
finishing the warm fluid to the last drop. 

"S-S-She d-done it," Stitch said with a gleeful ring to his voice. 

"I told her to, didn't I," Duke said proudly. "She's gonna be my chick and I 
don't wanna see none of you bastards layin' a hand on 'er without my okay." 

"Aw com'on now, Duke," Shorty protested. "We gotta right too, we all took 
her together." 

"I got the right, remember the club rules," Duke cut him off. "The Chief 
Leopard gits first choice on all the spoils o' war." 

"She ain't no spoil o' war," Coke remonstrated hesitantly. "We got 'er off 
the street." 

"Man, that's the honky war. You heard what cats like Stokley Carmichael and 
Rap Brown say; we're at war with them honkies. Why you think we're heah, 
boy?" 

"She ain't no part o' it, Duke," Shorty objected again. Susan could see that 
they were pushing him for all it was worth, and clenched tightly to the 
empty glass in her hand as the tension between them grew. She knew that the 
result of this little play of words could decide her fate for the night and 
she prayed with all her heart that Duke would be strong enough to hold them 
off. 

"She's a honky, ain't she," Duke answered, 'lemmne show ya what I mean, 
man." 

He rose from his chair and grabbed Susan by the arm, pushing her roughly 
over to the fireplace. Though it appeared to the others that he was hurting 
her, she could feel a certain restraint in his movement that almost bordered 
on gentleness. She understood that he had to be firm in front of the others 
to maintain his status, and she let herself be carried limply along with him 
across the room. 

"Now you cats take a look and see if you don't think she's a honky." 

With that he reached to the back of Susan's tattered gown and ripped it down 
the hack in one mighty jerk. The flimsy material split without effort and 
floated uselessly to the floor. 

She gasped when she realized what he had done and tried desperately to 
recover the last remnants of clothing she had left to cover her nude body. 

"Leave it there," she heard his voice command from above her. "They ain't 
never seen a white ass before, baby, an' I jist wanna give 'em a little look 
at what they been missin'." 

Susan hesitated, still crouched on the floor where she kneeled in the vain 
attempt to cover herself. Her arms were folded tightly over her large firm 
breasts that swayed down voluptuously from her bending torso, naked and 
unprotected. Her legs were clamped tightly together in an attempt to hide 
the blonde silken treasure lying between her thighs. She began to tremble 
from the sudden obscene exposure of her body to the others in the room. 

"Get up, baby," Duke commanded tersely. "Let 'em see what all of a white 
little honky ass looks like." 

Susan froze when she looked across the room and saw the others begin to rise 
from their chairs and walk with bulging eyes toward her, crouching naked and 
vulnerable before the fireplace. She looked up at Duke with a pleading cowed 
look in her eyes, but his gaze remained cold and totally without sympathy. 
This was his moment to shine in the eyes of his underlings, and he was 
playing it for all it was worth. He was demonstrating, with a calculated 
purpose, the power he held over her, and all like her. He was cruelly sure 
of himself, and Susan felt her body rising involuntarily to a standing 
position before his hard unyielding stare, unable to resist his command. 

The others crowded around her, gaping with unadulterated admiration and 
desire at the full proud young body being exhibited before them. 

"Jesus Christ," Shorty breathed. "Look at them titties. Man, I'd like to git 
my mouth on them." 

Stitch stood immobile, a crazy lustful grin on his face. It was all he could 
do to keep from reaching forward again and fondle the softness of her with 
his harsh callused hands as he had done before in the car, but one look at 
Duke cut him short. He had felt his wrath earlier, and that was enough to 
keep him restrained for a while. 

"You jist ain't got no right to hold us off 'er," Coke gasped as his eyes 
followed the full, ripe contours of her curved hips to the soft silken down 
at the juncture of her hips and thighs. "We're all in this 'un together, 
man." 

Duke stood proud and defiant beside her, reveling in the control he held 
over she and the others. It was the supreme moment of leadership for him, 
being able to play on and control their passions this way. He was confident 
and sure of his power, and as he stood there, almost smirking at them, a 
thoughtful contemptuous smile slowly crossed his lips. 

"Hey, you cats really want a chance to get at 'er?" 

"Man, that's what we been talkin' about all night long," Shorty answered 
quickly, his eyes locked greedily on Susan's naked body. 

"How much bread ya got between ya?" Duke asked as his eyes narrowed slyly. 

"We ain't gonna buy 'er. That ain't right," Coke protested. 

"Who said, buy, man. I'm talkin' bout a little poker." 

"Y-Y-You always w-w-win," Stitch stuttered out his objection. 

"Aw, man, come on, I jist been lucky. You might win it all tonight. Take a 
look at them fine white titties. How'd ya like to get your hands on 'em?" 

Susan shrank back as she heard Duke's words. He was proposing to offer her 
as prize in a game of chance. He just couldn't mean it! He wasn't going to 
use her as his stakes in a poker game! She had heard of wives being lost in 
card games of the old west and on the Mississippi river boats, but it just 
couldn't happen now. Not with these savage negroes as players. 

"P-Please don't," she stammered, speaking her first pleading words to Duke 
since he had assaulted her in the car. She had never thought she could bring 
herself to beg like this in such a degrading position, but she had no 
choice. It was total subjugation to him alone or be used as a helpless 
plaything by all the others. 

"Don't you worry, none, baby. They cain't play them boards like I can. We 
just gonna git us a little pile heah while we got the chance." 

"I-I can't do it," she whimpered, her face pressed tight into her hands. 

"You gonna do it, baby, if I tell ya to, and, I'm tellin' ya to. So jist 
shutup and let me concentrate on the game." 

"H-H-How much d-do I n-n-need?" Stitch muttered. Visions of the poor 
helpless girl rolling and tossing beneath his driving cock fiickered through 
his mind like a pornographic film. 

"Five dollars each. Anybody I lose my five dollars to, gits her for one 
time, and I git my five dollahs back." 

"I-I-I only got t-t-two," Stitch whimpered piteously "G-G-Gemme some 
c-credit, D-D-Duke, p-please." 

"You others got it?" he directed at Shorty and Coke. 

"Yeh," they both murmured unhappily in unison. 

"We git to do anything we want to with 'er, right," Shorty clarified as Duke 
led them back to the table. 

"Right," Duke laughed confidently. "But ya gotta win 'er first." 

"An everybody gets to watch," Coke added, his excitement building at the 
prospects of getting the young soft white girl beneath him. 

"Yeh, heh, you cats can do it all," Duke agreed with a laugh, "and, Stitch, 
I'm gonna let ya in on it too." 

He watched Stitch's face light up for a moment and then added with a teasing 
glint in his eye, "But all ya git if ya win, is to eat 'er." 

"T-T-That ain't f-f-fair," he stuttered back, all enthusiasm dying from his 
eyes. "B-B-But I'll d-d-do it." 

"If you ever git that big ole thing o' yours inside 'er she'd be ruined for 
life. Man, nobody in town 'ud be able to touch the sides ag'in." 

There was no further argument and Duke made Susan clean the table without 
letting her put her dress back on. It was obvious he was enjoying the 
covetous glances the others were casting at her naked white body, and wanted 
to extend his domination over them as far as he could under the opportune 
circumstances. Susan was forced to stand by Duke and keep the glasses full 
while the game got under way. She watched each hand with growing 
consternation and could feel her heart beating faster each time she saw one 
of the others win. 

Duke had made her take another glass of whiskey, and she found herself 
sipping more heavily from it as the time passed with agonizing slowness. The 
light headedness she felt from the half-glass Duke had made her drink a 
short while ago came back again with this additional glass of warm liquid. 
She needed the courage it gave her to keep from fainting, as she watched her 
fate being decided by the four negroes sitting at the table in heavy 
concentration. She could feel her legs wobbling slightly as she lifted the 
glass more and more frequently to her lips. Duke's luck was becoming worse 
with each passing hand. 

Shorty's smile was broadening as the game continued on. He was gradually 
whittling more and more of the leader's money away in spite of the fact that 
he was breaking even, or winning slightly from the other two. 

After about a half an hour of intense play, there was a loud moan from 
Stitch's side of the table. He was out. He rose, throwing his cards with a 
disappointed flourish to the table, and slumped dejectedly in a chair in the 
comer of the room. 

Susan's heart rose at this turn of events. At least, she wouldn't be 
subjected to ravishment by the half-wit tonight. It was him she feared the 
most, for there was no way of telling what he might do to her if he got the 
chance to be alone with her. 

Her joy was short-lived, however. A few minutes later, the ape-like Shorty 
won over half the money on the table with one hand. She filled her glass 
again from the bottle in the kitchen and poured another round for the 
others. She purposely filled Shorty's and Coke's glasses with more bourbon 
than Duke's. She hoped it might dull their minds to the game and give Duke 
some advantage, but it was quickly dashed when he raised the glass to his 
lips and downed it with one quick swallow. He pushed his glass toward her 
without taking his eyes from his cards, and ordered her to fill it again. 
She did his bidding, detecting a more and more helpless anger rising in his 
voice with each passing moment of the game. 

Susan tilted her own glass down and took a long swallow. She had to steady 
herself against the back of Duke's chair to keep from reeling backwards from 
the table. Her nakedness was almost forgotten now with the greater impact of 
the drinks she had taken, and she found herself concentrating deeper and 
deeper on the small pile of money still remaining in front of Duke. 

Her eyes were slightly out of focus now and she had difficulty in keeping 
them riveted to one spot. The table was moving slightly in front of her, 
revolving slowly around and around, and she had to grasp the back of the 
chair tighter just to stay on her feet. The alcohol helped, but deep in her 
mind nothing but total unconsciousness could blot out the horrible truth of 
her position here. She was nothing but a pawn now in the hands of a wild 
vicious gang of negroes who would stop at nothing to vent their crazed 
hatred of whites against her because she was helpless to defend herself. 

"Okay, Duke, I raised ya the limit," she suddenly heard Shorty say through 
her alcoholic daze. 

"Ya gotta be kiddin', sittin' over there with a pair of kings. Man, I got 
that beat a mile. I raise ya ag'in. All I got, mat is if you got the guts, 
man." 

"Yeh, I got the guts, man," Shorty answered with a slight sneer this time. 
His confidence had grown with each passing hand played, and he could sense 
victory this time over his leader. His eyes wandered past his cards to 
Susan's warm naked body leaning against Duke's chair and a small expectant 
smile played across his lips. His tongue circled them wetly for a moment, 
and then he continued, "Come on and put 'em up, Duke, baby." 

Susan looked down at Duke and for the first time saw the arrogant confidence 
fading from his face. He hesitated for a moment, and then threw his hand out 
on the table. 

"Lemme see ya beat that ya bastard, you was jist bluffin'. Come on," Duke 
challenged. 

Susan saw the three queens fall to the table from Duke's hand and then a 
strange expectant glint flickered through Shorty's eyes. A broad grin broke 
across his thick rubbery lips and his teeth sparkled like the ivory keyboard 
of a piano in the dim light of the kerosene lamp. His eyes locked on Susan's 
trembling body as he slowly lowered his hand to the table. 

"Read 'em an' weep, baby," he gloated at the vanquished Duke. Three solid 
kings lay face up next to Duke's queens. 

Shorty sat quiet for a moment, as though still unable to believe his luck, 
and then all of a sudden jumped to his feet. 

"Whooooeeeee," he shouted and clapped his hands at the same time. "Some lil 
honky's gonna get fucked tonight like she ain't nevah been fucked. An' you 
cats git to watch it all. You can too, man," he taunted down at the dejected 
Duke. 

"Man, it don't bother me none," he lied. "She's jist another honky chick 
that we gonna git plenty of when we take over. Ya jist better take it light 
with 'er though, I'm warnin' ya." 

"Man, that weren't part o' the deal. I gits all I wants and how I wants it, 
right, Coke?" he directed at the other jubilant negro. 

"That's right, baby. You done won it fair and square, and he ain't got no 
say. Ya kin even give me some, man, the way I understood the deal." 

Duke started to rise from the chair, a menacing look crossed his face, but 
changed his mind and slumped back down into the chair again. He knew when he 
had pushed them too far, and if he backed out now, he knew they wouldn't 
take it. He'd have a revolt on his hands that even he couldn't control. 

"Hey theah, honey, how 'bout gittin' me an' the boys a little whiskey, huh," 
Shorty enunciated his words to stress the harsh, northern negro accent. "You 
mine for tonight, baby, and don't ya forget it." 

Susan hesitated for a moment, still holding tight to the back of Duke's 
chair where she had frozen when the three kings had been thrown on the 
table, but moved to follow the ape-ish negro's command when Duke nudged her 
away with his elbow. He did not look up at her but kept his eyes glued 
tightly to the center of the tab]e. She went quickly to the kitchen, aware 
of the three sets of eyes following the slight unintentional sway of her 
naked buttocks as she walked across the floor. Quivering chills of fear 
scurried over the paleness of her skin when she heard Shorty's last words 
just as she passed through the door. 

"Crazy, man, crazy. Look at that lil' white ass shake and jiggle. I'm gonna 
have me a ball punchin' into that." 

She poured herself a glass almost full with the thick brown whiskey and 
drank it down in huge gulps without stopping, until the glass was empty. Her 
mind ran to all sorts of ways she might escape the cruel ravishment she knew 
she was going to be subjected to by the squatty negro, but none were 
plausible. Her situation was hopeless. As her mind raced in desperation, she 
thought of death, but there was no way to kill herself, even if she could 
have built up the courage to do so. She gagged on the strong liquid, and 
thought for a moment she was going to get sick, but even that would not 
come. Nothing could help her. No one even realized that she was gone from 
her house, and from the last bitter memory of the scene in her Mother's 
bedroom, she probably wouldn't even be missed until sometime late tomorrow. 
Even then, they wouldn't have the vaguest idea where to begin looking. 

She filled the glass again and drank as much of it in one swallow as she 
could get down. She gagged, but forced the rest of it down against the 
rebellion of her stomach. The dulling effect slowly began to take over her 
body, and she could feel her sense of touch deadening in the tips of her 
fingers as she clung to the glass. Her eyes rolled slightly in her head and 
she slammed the glass down on the counter, almost breaking it. As her head 
reeled, she had to place both hands on the sink to keep from falling. She 
wished she could get sick. She wished anything would happen that might make 
her less desirable to them, anything that might save her from this awful 
fate. It had been bad enough in the car with Duke, but now the shock and 
surprise that had prevented her from really feeling or understanding the 
full impact of what she was going through had faded. She was conscious now 
and fully aware of the things they were going to do to her and the 
indignities they would force her to accept from them. 

As she reached for the glass to pour another drink, she was stopped short. 

"What yo' doin' here, chicken," Shorty's rough coarse voice boomed across 
the narrow distance from the door. "Don't yo' go gettin' outta yo' mind now. 
I don't won't no dead piece o' white meat under me when I'm gettin' my 
kicks. D'ya heah me?" 

Susan nodded her head dumbly, the reeling in her body intensifying with each 
second that passed. She had to have another drink though; it was beginning 
to work. The alcohol was beginning to drive the consciousness from her, 
helping to blot out the cruel reality that she could not face. She wanted to 
be dead and unfeeling, and this was the closest thing she could come to it 
now. 

"Now, you git that whiskey like I done told ya and git yo lil' white ass out 
here. Right now," Shorty said, his eyes working over the full length of - 
her white virginal body. 

She waited for a moment until she was sure he wouldn't reappear in the 
doorway and filled her glass again. She downed it completely, the rough 
brown liquid burning less now that her senses had been dampened. She had 
already taken almost a quarter of the bottle and knew they would be certain 
to notice if she had any more before they became a little more intoxicated 
themselves. There was no telling what they might do to her if they became 
really angry. 

Susan took the remains of the bottle she had been drinking from, and opened 
another one from the ample supply they had brought along with them. She 
wondered how long they intended to stay at the cabin with so many bottles 
around. There were enough to supply an army, and she hoped against hope they 
hadn't planned a permanent hideout here. She would never get away in a 
million years unless they made a move of some kind. 

"Where's that whiskey." A harsh cry from the living room turned her toward 
the door. 

Susan used all her will power to force herself to walk back into the living 
room. She trembled, knowing she had no choice. If she didn't do as they 
commanded, they would only force her, and that would be a thousand times 
worse. No, it wouldn't help anything for her to show resistance. In fact 
they probably would enjoy it like school boys deriving sadistic pleasure in 
tearing the wings from the beauty of a summer butterfly, merely because it 
was beautiful. 

No, fighting would only make matters worse and she couldn't bear for this to 
go on for too long. She would just have to bear up under it until the chance 
for escape came. She knew that she had to do it. There was nothing else in 
all the world to help her but her own will power and courage. She was alone. 

"Me first, Blondie," Shorty said as she stepped through the door with the 
bottles in her hand. "Jist remember whose yo' boss now." 

He held his glass out as she drew nearer, a cocky smile stretched across his 
lips as he relaxed back in the big easy chair. She placed the full bottle on 
the table and began to fill his glass from the other. All the whiskey she 
had consumed was taking its toll and it took all her concentration to avoid 
spilling Shorty's drink on the table. She knew this would be a costly 
mistake and would probably bring further pain and suffering to her later on 
if she made them angry now. She knew she had to be very careful. 

"Man, yo' really got a nice looking lil' pussy there, baby. Give us a lil' 
feel now to get us warmed up some," Shorty leered. 

Susan automatically jumped back as his thick stubby hand reached out and 
began stroking the soft resilient pubic hair growing at the base of her 
white softly rounded belly. 

"Freeze, bitch," he commanded coldly. The cruel unyielding tone of his voice 
immobilized her and she stood cringing next to where he was slumped down in 
the chair. Her face crimsoned at the indignity of having to stand there 
unable to move as his harsh callused fingers coursed around the secret 
protective parts of her exposed genitals. She could hear through tightly 
clenched eyes the snickers of the others in the room as they watched her 
black tormentor taking indecent liberties with her white young body. She 
moaned softly in shame and humiliation as she suddenly felt the tip of a 
finger part the sparse blonde pubic hair and push itself into the soft 
fleshy folds surrounding her vagina. It was still moist from the ravishment 
she had undergone in the car some hours ago and she heard a slight gasp come 
from his lips as he felt her openness. 

"Yeh man, it's gonna slide up that tight lil' hole nice and easy like," he 
murmured as he worked his finger up and down the length of the narrow 
hair-lined slit. "Ole Shorty's gonna bake his bread nice and long in this 
lil' oven. He's jist gonna lay theah and soak and rise, and soak and rise, 
'til the sun come up in the morning." 

Susan felt the blood rising in her head until she thought her brain would 
burst from the pressure. Her face was beet red from the indignities being 
heaped upon her. Now as the others looked on, their demeanors slowly changed 
from one of amused fun to a slow smoldering desire. 

Duke sat still slumped over the table, his eyes gazing darkly around the 
room as he watched the jubilant Shorty slowly working himself into a sexual 
frenzy that he knew was going to erupt in a volcano of rape within a matter 
of minutes He wanted with all his soul to rise at that moment and smash his 
fist into Shorty's face until there was nothing left but a bloody mass of 
unrecognizable flesh for what he was doing to the girl. Not because of any 
particular feeling for the girl, but because he had possessed something the 
others had not, and now they would have it too. At least, Shorty and Coke 
would. He had warned them about that bastard, Stitch, and they had better 
heed the warning or he would forget they were his brothers in this war 
against the honkies. 

"Don't put no marks on the girl," he suddenly commanded, rising from the 
table. "And remember, that crazy bastard don't touch 'er." 

Shorty was suddenly jerked from his eager probing between the trembling 
Susan's legs by the harsh gruffness of Duke's voice, and withdrew his hand 
by instinct. He was disciplined to following the leader's commands without 
question, and this was no exception even though he had won the girl for the 
evening. He knew he could get away with almost anything as long as he stuck 
to what he could argue logically was his, but if he didn't, there would be 
danger he was not prepared to accept. 

"Awright, he cain't have none," Shorty agreed after a moment's thought. He 
knew he had a right to argue over whether he should let Stitch have some or 
not, but wanted to take no risk now of losing the voluptuous prize he had 
won by pushing Duke's well-known temper too far. 

"I'm gonna go to bed now," Duke announced as he kept his cold stare on 
Shorty, then made his way to the bedroom door and paused. "And, I'm gonna 
hold ya for whatever happens," he growled as he shut the door behind him. 

Shorty stayed silent as he watched his leader disappearing through the door, 
then let his eyes flicker back to the downcast Susan still standing by his 
chair. He rose slowly, and with a sudden move that caught her completely by 
surprise, grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm painfully behind her back so 
that she was forced to turn and fall back against him. Coke and Stitch 
jumped up from where they were sitting and crowded around her so they could 
see the exposed view of her white curvaceous front. Stitch's eyes glowed 
like a cat's in the dark, as he feasted them hungrily on the firm round 
breasts pointing out at him, gleaming in the firelight. 

"Y-Y-Y-ou gonna let m-m-m-me fuck 'er t-too, ain't 'cha, Shorty," he 
stuttered excitedly from the impact the sight of Susan's body was having on 
him. "H-H-He won't d-d-do nothin' if ya let me." 

"You jist gimme a hand when I need it, man, and I'll see," Shorty leered 
through his toothy mouth. It was obvious he was enjoying his sudden thrust 
into prominence by winning the poker hand, and he was going to glean every 
satisfaction he possibly could from the situation, including lording it over 
his fellow gang members. 

"Yo gonna do what I say without no trouble, white girl," he suddenly 
directed at Susan, who was struggling in front of him against the pain in 
her arm. 

She clenched her teeth tightly together and refused to speak. 

"Yo' better learn to listen to me, baby," he hissed, and continued to twist 
harder. 

Susan grunted from the increased pain, but still refused to speak. Her face 
was locked in a determined expression of defiance that seemed to increase 
with each moment the final assault on her helpless body drew near. 

The weakness and lethargy she let herself sink into earlier had faded, and 
she now found herself resisting them automatically with all her moral being. 
Even the cruel inhuman pain she was being subjected to could not overcome 
the intense revulsion and hate she felt for the three dark and almost 
animal-like faces surrounding her. She had to resist even though she knew 
her fate was inevitable. Her final punishment and humiliation would be in 
their hands. 

"Awright, honky bitch, ya asking for it," Shorty finally growled in 
frustration and anger at the unexpected courage of the helpless girl. "You 
guys gimme a hand." 

He jerked forward and pushed her toward the filthy rickety bed against the 
far wall. Her arm was almost twisted to the breaking point, and it was 
almost with relief that she felt herself being pushed face down onto the 
mattress, causing him to release her wrist from the cruel hold he had on it. 
But ... it was only a momentary relief. As she struggled to hide her 
nakedness with her hands and arms, other hands reached out from the side of 
the bed and pressed her tightly down into the dirty creaking mattress. 

"Hold 'er down," she heard a voice command through the haze, as without 
warning, a hard fist smashed into the side of her head. She groaned and her 
arms and legs went limp, her body splayed wide and helpless in a 
spread-eagle position across the bed. She trembled loose and quivering for a 
moment, and then tightened the muscles of her body again as she heard 
Shorty's next foreboding words. 

"Gimme the belt outta yo' pants, Stitch. I'm gonna teach 'er a lesson she 
ain't ever gonna forget." 

She cringed down into the lumpy mattress like a child cowering before the 
beating of an angry and unrelenting parent. And like a small child, there 
was nothing she could do but lay before her tormentor and take whatever 
punishment he desired to inflict upon her helpless body. 

Shorty took the belt, and holding it by the buckle, twirled it 
experimentally in the air. He laughed cruelly as he watched her cringe 
deeper into the bed when she heard it singing threateningly in a small evil 
circle over her naked back. A vicious grin played on his face, showing his 
white ivory teeth through the large thick lips that surrounded his mouth. 
The others haunched close over the bed, their mouths hanging open in 
undisguised passion at the young helpless form trembling in stark terror 
before them. Shorty, taking full advantage of his new-found position, 
commanded them like puppets. 

"Duke said not to mark 'er," he grinned. "Put that sheet over 'er and hold 
her down. One on each end." 

Stitch quickly threw the ragged filthy sheet across the length of her body, 
and then reached through the iron uprights at the foot of the bed, grasping 
her twitching ankles in a steel-like grip. Coke grabbed her arms through the 
uprights at the head of the bed and pulled hard, stretching her between them 
like a helpless victim on an ancient torture rack. Her slender voluptuous 
body gleamed goddess-like through the thin veneer of the tattered covering 
they had thrown over her. 

"Now, honky bitch, ya gonna beg ole Shorty for a lil' niggah cock. Ain't 
that what yo' honkies call us?" he spat at her venomously. 

For the first time, Susan managed to cough out a few painfully muted words 
through the hurt and hopelessness of her situation. She couldn't stand the 
thought of being punished and used for a prejudism she didn't bear against 
anyone. 

"No, no. I've tried to help you, I've tried to help you," she half mumbled, 
half shouted up at him, tears of helpless indignation streaming from her 
reddened eyes. 

"How, baby, how?" he tormented back down at her. 

"I've marched and everything," Susan moaned, realizing even as she spoke 
that it was completely useless. All this was an excuse they were using to 
commit all the vile criminal acts they could get away with in the name of 
revolution just as the Russians and Cubans had done when they had raped and 
slaughtered thousands of innocent people in the name of social justice. 

"But you ain't had no niggar cock, baby, and that's real integration," he 
smiled evilly and lashed the belt down hard against her buttocks under the 
thin sheet. Susan screamed and jerked her body, but she couldn't overcome 
the strength of the other two negroes holding her arms and legs. The belt 
raised and descended again and again in the chuckling Shorty's hand, tracing 
a painful path the full length of her writhing and twisting form. 

"Agggggghhhhhh!" her shrill screams reverberated through the room, and the 
belt continued to lash down against her sensitive skin for a seeming 
eternity of pain and hurt that she thought would never end. Her dazed and 
tortured mind was beyond all comprehension of why they were doing this to 
her. She had tried to help them, she had done all that was possible in a 
town this small where the problem didn't really exist. She had taken part in 
the sit-ins against the unfairness of housing laws in the larger cities and 
supported all the drives for money for the poor in the southern states that 
were supposed to be starving to death. She had done everything, everything! 
And suddenly she began to wonder why, as her body jerked again and again 
beneath the cruel hard blows Shorty was raining down on her squirming back 
and buttocks. 

"Tell me what you want ole Shorty to do to you, baby," he laughed aloud, 
after the punishment had gone on for a seeming lifetime. "Beg ole Shorty to 
give you a lil' black cock." 

Susan moaned and clenched her teeth tighter together until it seemed as 
though she would die from the shame and pain of the horrible torture she was 
undergoing at the hands of the sadistic negro. But, she did not speak. She 
could not bring herself to this final depth of degradation that he was 
demanding of her. She had given them everything else and just could not 
bring herself to this one last act of total subjugation. 

"Ooooogggghhh!" she moaned as he increased the intensity of the cruel 
lashing. 

"I'm waiting baby," he tormented again through smiling teeth. "Beg ole 
Shorty to fuck ya." 

"Ohhh, God, Please don't, stop it, stop it, you're killing me. Oh God, 
you're killing me," the poor girl whimpered and screamed beneath the renewed 
viciousness of his attack. 

"Beg me, baby," he chided gleefully as he sensed her weakening before the 
cruel assault. 

"No, I can't, I can't. Oh God, no, don't make me," she screamed on and on 
until suddenly she could stand it no more. She gave one final long, low 
whimper and her body went limp on the bed. Shorty held the belt still for a 
moment listening to the soft pleading mumblings that began rolling from her 
half-opened mouth pressed tightly into the softness of the mattress. 

"Fuck me ... fuck me ... anything ... Oh God, can't stand it ... don't care 
... just stop ... please, please." 

The negro's wide sadistic grin broadened as he heard the pathetically 
whimpering Susan's final admission of surrender to him. Breaking the will of 
this voluptuous young white girl to his own depraved desires gave him a 
sense of power he had never possessed before. It was something he would not 
have dared dream of three years ago when he had first joined the gang and to 
plot against the honkies with the early planners. It was something that was 
just beyond his wildest dreams ... and now ... like the revolution ... it 
was happening. 

He stepped back and threw Stitch's belt back to him. There was no longer any 
reason to hold her. She was completely limp, and all the fight had gone from 
her tortured and aching body. She was his for the taking, and he knew it. So 
did the others as they gazed down on the prostrate body of the young 
defeated girl. Shorty reached over and jerked the sheet off her back. 

"See man," he smiled proudly at Coke, "Nuthin' but red marks, and they'll go 
'way soon." 

"Yeah man," Coke answered, a new found admiration for Shorty showed in his 
voice. "You gonna fuck 'er now?" 

"Look at that man," Shorty pointed down to the rising bulge in his pants. 
"I'm gonna fill that lit' belly o' hers with black power 'till it pours out 
her ears." 

"J-J-Jesus, l-l-look at 'er," Stitch stuttered in excitement, saliva rolling 
unnoticed from the edges of his mouth. "K-K-Kin I t-t-touch 'er, S-Shorty?" 

"Yeah, go ahead while I get my pants off," he answered with a benevolent 
tone to his voice. He knew his generosity would give him even more prestige 
in the other's eyes and still wouldn't violate his promise to Duke. He 
stepped back and began unzipping his pants, while he watched Stitch reach 
over the side of the bed and almost reverently cup Susan's soft resilient 
flesh in his hands. His dilated eyes burned bright in the dim light of the 
lamp as his rough coarse hands moved over the rounded whiteness of her 
buttocks, twisting and kneading the flaccid globes of soft yielding flesh 
with an unsatiated lust. 

She lay unresisting before him, slim and voluptuously curved at the buttocks 
and shoulders which flowered out teasingly from her narrow young waist. She 
moaned low in a half daze, intensifying the erotic picture her innocent, 
almost unused body presented to the leering dark eyes surrounding her. 

"That's enuff," Shorty suddenly warned, as he saw Stitch's fingers begin 
pulling open the cheeks of her buttocks and inserting themselves down 
inside. "I'm gonna stuff 'er now." 

Susan lay trembling with her face pressed tightly into the mattress. Part of 
the tattered unclean sheet was clamped hard between her teeth to still the 
throbbing pain that raked her body. She lay cowed, unable and not caring to 
move All thoughts of resistance had been crushed from her by the lashing 
belt that had played over her helpless body a moment ago. She had an urge to 
turn her head back, and look at them to show her defiance, but there was no 
strength left in her now. There was no further sense in prolonging the 
inevitable rape they were going to subject her to again. She had fought with 
honor, and they knew now that whatever they took would only be the spoils of 
a greater physical strength, not the conquering of her soul. 

Let them take it, damn it, ran through her tortured and dazed mind. Let them 
rut into her beaten body if that's what they called victory! It was the only 
kind they would ever have! 

Suddenly, she felt Shorty's hands coursing over her back, and she quivered 
again. She did not resist for fear of further pain. She knew that now her 
resistance could only be mental and would be a victory only within herself. 

"Turn around, Honky," Shorty commanded above her. "Take a look at what a 
lit' black cock looks like." 

She didn't move or answer until she suddenly felt his hand tangling in her 
hair. He jerked her head up and around a few inches off the bed. Her eyes 
opened automatically and her face contorted in horror at the long thick 
black instrument that he held over her head. It was monstrous and webbed all 
along the underside with heavy throbbing veins, giving grim advance warning 
of the lustful state he had worked himself into during her beating. Her eyes 
trailed a slow path up the length of his torso to his face, a piteous and 
useless plea nestled in them, pleading for mercy. There was none. Nothing 
but a cold and unyielding face staring down at her. 

"Like it, Honky?" he tormented. 

She tried to answer, but her voice was frozen somewhere deep in her chest. 

"Like it, I say," he hissed again and twisted her hair viciously in his 
hand. 

"Y-Yes, I like it," she finally managed to stammer through the pain and 
degradation. 

"Well now, I'm gonna put it way up in that white lil' belly o' yours 'till 
ya can taste it," he grinned sadistically. 

Coke and Stitch laughed nervously from excitement, thinking of what was 
about to happen. It had been different back there in the car when Duke had 
been laying it to her. They couldn't see it all in the semi-darkness of the 
car. But, now she was stretched out before them completely naked in all 

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her youth and innocence ... and they were going to watch her get fucked like 
they had never seen anyone get fucked before. Both their eyes glowed like 
hot coals in the shadows from the anticipation that had been building like a 
storm since they had first abducted her off the streets hours back. 

"Hold 'er until I git it in," Shorty ordered nervously. His voice quivered 
from the salacious thought of what he was about to do to this virginal young 
white girl, and his long thick cock ached like it had never ached in all his 
life. He dropped to the bed and rolled across the full length of her back, 
his face pressed into the dean soft odor of her blonde hair that glimmered 
in the firelight. 

Susan winced from the attack and began to struggle weakly, but unseen hands 
forced her back deeper into the mattress. Her arms were pulled to the sides 
of the bed and held in a vice-like grip that could not be broken. Shorty's 
knees behind her were slowly and relentlessly forcing her knees apart with a 
rough pressure that scraped the tender backsides of her thighs and calves. 

She strained with all her power to keep them closed, but it was hopeless. 
She gave a sudden "oooomph," as the breath surged from her lungs, and her 
resistance broke. He dropped between her legs as they spread wide across the 
mattress, her toes hanging out over either side of the bed. A soft helpless 
moan escaped from her tightly closed lips as she felt the hardness of his 
penis make warm wet contact with the soft inner flesh of her thighs. He 
moved forward, insinuating the full length of it along the narrow 
wide-stretched crevice of her buttocks. Her shoulders were held down tight 
against the bed so that her struggles were limited to her lower torso. Her 
buttocks squirmed and twisted beneath him, inciting his lust to the utmost. 

"Git up on yo' knees,' his voice breathed into 



l her hair. 

She tried to stiffen her body more and pressed tighter into the mattress. 
Bitter tears of anger and fear ran from her cheeks, wetting the sheet under 
her face as she felt his smooth hot skin pressing dowel onto her, covering 
the full length of her prostrate body. She tried not to move now after the 
command, knowing whatever she did would only worsen her position. 

A hand pushed down on the back of her head, pressing her face tight into the 
mattress. She struggled for a moment to breath but could not. She tried to 
cry out, but her mouth would not open. A faint dizziness swept over her from 
the lack of oxygen and she let her body go limp. The hand was released, and 
she gulped desperately at the air greedily filling her tortured lungs with 
welcome relief. Hands on her now relaxed hips pulled them powerfully up off 
the bed, another hand staying hard behind her neck to keep her breasts and 
face pressed harshly down into the mattress. By the time she fully recovered 
her breath, her buttocks were waving high off the bed behind, and she made a 
momentary and fruitless lurch forward to flatten them again. The hand pushed 
her face tight back into the mattress cutting of her breath as before. 

She relaxed and ceased her struggles. She knew she would eventually give in 
the end, anyway. There was nothing left now but horrible humiliating 
submission to their every obscene desire. Her body was a helpless toy to be 
used as they wanted in their animalistic quest for satisfaction ... 
satisfaction that would only cease when they had exploded their hot liquid 
desire deep inside her soft and resilient body that was now beyond all 
resistance and care. 

Kneeling behind her, Shorty gazed down at the full white moons of her 
buttocks stretched up in sacrificial offering to him, with eyes bulging wide 
in hot uncontrolled desire. God, he had never seen anything like it. His 
balls tingled and ached, and he longed to thrust forward into the narrow 
teasing slit swinging into the air before him right now without further 
hesitation. But he couldn't. He had waited too many hours to get her like 
this, helpless and kneeling like a slave in front of him ... he had to get 
the most from it. 

The Negro held himself back, purposely torturing himself for the moment in 
anticipation of when he would thrust forward and slide his throbbing black 
cock deep between the full white moons of her proud little white ass swaying 
gently and defeated before him. She was an arrogant little bitch, and he 
wanted to break her more than anything else in the word. He wanted to feel 
her squirming beneath him, needing him as much as he needed her. That would 
be the ultimate conquest; a proud white bitch that was repulsed and 
horrified with the thought of a black cock fucking into her suddenly turning 
animal and loosing all control over herself, forgetting who she was, where 
she was, and all but the overpowering need to be fucked until she couldn't 
move again. The thought raced through his loins like an electric shock. 

His animal cunning burned. By God, he was going to make this little honky 
bitch squirm one way or another ... and like it whether she wanted to or 
not. 

For a few torturing moments he ground his long thick cock around in the 
narrow white crevice of her ass, pressing the soft quivering cheeks of flesh 
together around it to enclose it like the fitting of a warm fur-lined glove. 
He leaned forward and planted a warm wet kiss with his thick rubbery lips 
along the standing ridges of her spine, feeling her quiver beneath him. She 
groaned slightly as her body shook and trembled from the moist contact at 
her loins and back. 

And When he backed off slightly, running his long pink tongue slowly and 
wetly down the full length of her back until he reached the tightly clenched 
crevice of her ass swaying gently, high off the bed. Her shoulders were 
still held hard down against the mattress by the leering Stitch and Coke. 

Shorty dropped his hands to the full rounded buttocks, placing his thumbs on 
either side of the soft resilient cheeks and pressed out gently. He knew 
this was the time for patience. She had passed the first stage of physical 
submission by violence and now the conquest of her mind and spirit must be 
done by softness of touch. The unexpected change from pain and brutality to 
one of tenderness and caressing of her private parts should, in spite of her 
resistance, catch her off guard. 

She had geared her mind to the fighting of the pain and humiliation ... but 
not softness and pleasure. She was not prepared for it. 

Her buttocks clenched together against the pressure he was exerting with his 
thumbs, and he eased off slightly still keeping up a constant easy tension 
for a seeming thousand seconds, until the straining muscles of her inner 
thighs slowly tired and relaxed, bit by bit. His face was crouched on the 
same level with the thin red folds of flesh that covered her vagina and as 
he watched, eyes gleaming, they slowly parted before the almost 
imperceptible out ward pressure of his thumbs. He could see a slight 
moisture forming and glistening on the soft insides of her thighs, as with 
the easing of the pain and the fatigue of resistance, she let her backside 
slip wider and wider apart. 

He moved his face forward, careful not to shake the bed and alarm the sudden 
trust building inside her from the gentle touch he was subjecting her body 
to now. His face was a scant few inches from the soft blonde pubic hair 
covering the tender resilient flanges of her vagina, and the odor was one of 
sweetness that drifted incitingly out to his flaring nostrils. He swallowed 
deeply as his thumbs pressured outward and her secret cavern flowered open 
to his frozen gaze until suddenly it was completely open and the soft inner 
flesh came into tantalizing view. It was pink and smooth and a slight 
moisture from her secretions was visible, glistening and wet on the soft 
inner flesh of her thighs. 

He breathed hard and blew softly into her. She squirmed and he could hear a 
faint groan slipping from between her now open lips. She tried to move 
slightly, but the pressure of the other two negro's hands held her tight in 
place. She was becoming quiet now, and her movements were not one of escape 
or fear but of reflex from the torturing touch of his hands and breath 
against the softness of her secret parts. 

Susan tried to still a rising moan she could feel building deep, deep inside 
her throat. The sudden lessening of the pain had done something to her ... 
something frightening. It had been like the release of a great weight 
pressing down on her-and the unbelievable relief that follows the sudden 
lifting of such a burden. 

She sighed, and let her muscles that had been so keyed against the torture 
relax in to a loose tranquillity that increased a thousand fold by the 
sudden absence of pain. 

But now, there was something else ... something had replaced the harsh blows 
that had rained down on her helpless form a few moments ago. It was soft and 
feather-like, except that it was wet ... wet and warm, and was making 
strange magical circles along the length of her naked and unprotected back. 
She shivered slightly as it worked its way slowly down to the rounded moons 
of her buttocks widely exposed behind her. 

There was a pressure from somewhere, and she felt a cool rush of air race 
between the full spreading globes as the pressure increased in intensity. 
She clenched them tightly together in automatic rejection to the strange 
unknown probe. The pressure remained, gentle, and lingered as her dazed mind 
puzzled over it. Where was she? Who was she? What were the light tiny 
animals running over her sensitive flesh, caressing her kneeling body as 
though they were human things except smaller and a thousand times more 
gentle. 

"Mmmmmm!" she sighed, and her buttocks relaxed in a great feeling of warmth 
and peace as suddenly her behind felt open and wet as it had never felt 
before with the ever constant pressure pushing outwards again. Susan did not 
resist, and another long low mewl escaped from her lips as she let herself 
be pulled open wide by the magic beings playing upon her. She tried to move 
her shoulders, but they were locked tightly to the softness of the mattress 
by harsh hands whose touch she did not recognize. Richard? No. Her father? 
No. She could not think, but it did not matter, they were no longer hurting 
her, there was no longer the excruciating pain that had covered and 
permeated her entire body a few short seconds ago. There was only the light 
rising sensation of floating, floating on a soft gentle fleece-covered cloud 
whose very warmth belied the presence of danger. 

Shorty, kneeling behind her with his thumbs holding the crevice of her 
buttocks wide, grinned an obscene grin. He could feel the thoughts running 
through her body and knew he had won his short patient battle as the cheeks 
of her ass slowly relaxed in front of his excited face. He pried them wide, 
wide apart until all of her crotch stood open and unprotected before him, 
his for the taking. 

His head raised slowly and he pressed his face forward, pushing open his 
mouth hard against the wetness of her vaginal slit. She squirmed slightly 
and he tightened his hands on her buttocks so that she couldn't slip away 
and with one quick rush of his thick wet tongue, he thrust it forward 
between the warm fleshy folds of her cunt. 

He heard her gasp from the sudden unexpected entry into her soft wet passage 
and a surprised sigh smothered itself into the mattress. She had jerked 
forward with the first hot teasing contact in an involuntary spasm of 
delight but quickly screwed her buttocks back hard against his face. Her 
vaginal passage contracted, opening and closing tightly around the long 
smooth length of his tongue sunk deep inside her. Her breath exploded down 
into the bed in small quick gasps that muffled themselves into tiny mewling 
grunts, twisting her face harder and harder into the bed as he began a 
sudden curling and flicking of the wet moist tongue imbedded up inside. He 
pushed his lips closer and began to work at the whole of her open backside, 
sucking and licking at it crazily while her buttocks throbbed and swayed 
around his face almost out of : control. 

"G-G-God Damn," the open-mouthed Stitch gasped as he watched with 
unbelieving eyes her sudden and complete surrender to the black wildly 2 
licking face buried in her cunt behind. 

Coke could not speak. He had released one hand from her shoulder and was 
pressing it tight against the outside of his pants where a small circle of 
seminal fluid had seeped its way through from the hard throbbing excitement 
of his aching cock. He released her shoulder with his other hand as there 
was no longer any need to hold the subjugated girl so hard, and began 
coursing it up and down the quivering flesh of her back. 

Shorty worked slave-like behind the kneeling Susan, his tongue withdrawing 
and plunging, with drawing and plunging, making a wet sucking sluicing noise 
with each wicked thrust. Her cries were one long low continuous moan now, as 
he withdrew his lashing tongue suddenly from inside the warm, smooth passage 
and found the hard, throbbing clitoris and licked. He pushed his face 
farther under her crotch and began to suck and tease at it gleefully with 
his teeth, while she writhed and churned her buttocks above him in a lewd 
dance of desire. 

"Ooooh, Ooooh," she chanted, her body and mind completely out of control 
from the delicious and obscene sucking of her loins. With a lewd and 
triumphant satisfaction, he could feel the muscles of her buttocks hollowing 
and contracting around the sides of his cheeks as he licked and sucked at 
her with a greedy untamed animal lust that threatened to drive him 
completely crazy. 

Her cunt flowered open wider and wider, and her moistness increased with 
each further second his sucking mouth worked at her wide-stretched hole. It 
ran in slight warm trickles down the side of the negro's cheeks pressed 
tightly into the softness of her ass warmly enclosing his face, and down the 
inside of her smoothly working loins into the soft inner flesh of her 
hollowing thighs. 

She was almost ready to cum! 

He could sense it from the wild abandoned tempo of her body and knew it was 
time, time to ram his cock into her innocent softness. He wanted to feel it 
throbbing around him when she reached that climax that was 80 near now, and 
wanted to explode inside her white little belly with himself in rhythm to 
her own cries of fulfillment. He wanted to fill her full of his hot nigger 
cum until she would never forget tonight as long as she lived. The spoiled 
little bitch, he'd show her what nigger cock was like and how good it could 
be. She'd never want one of them honky whites again, he'd stretch her so 
wide, she'd never be able to even feel one again. All the years he had spent 
in bitter subjugation himself began to bubble over in a boiling cauldron of 
hate and lust and the desire to hurt. 

His long thick cock ached from the anticipation he was building, building, 
while he worked at her loins with his hot punishing mouth. With some 
difficulty, he slithered up to his knees and worked his hips into the now 
wet and glistening opening of her buttocks from behind. 

"J-J-Jeez, he-he's gonna f-fuck 'er now," the gasping Stitch stuttered. 

"Yeah, man," Coke breathed, his own cock now out of his pants and held tight 
in his free hand. 

Shorty was kneeling behind her now, his hips pressed tight into the open 
crevice of her ass. He held the throbbing thick black cock tightly between 
his fingers with the large blood-filled head poised at the tight elastic 
opening of her cunt. He watched it with lust-gleaming eyes as the tiny wet 
lips contracted and throbbed around the edges like the mouth of a fish 
gasping desperately for breath in the hostile environment of a neglected 
fishbowl He ached all over from the thought of the lovely young white girl 
kneeling in abject servitude in front of him to be used as he would for as 
long as he would. 

His gaze was locked on the whiteness and purity of her body, and he let his 
eyes feast for the slightest of seconds on the way her soft full ass curved 
sharply down into the narrow wasp-like waist that looked as though it would 
break from the slightest of pressure. On either side of his kneeling legs, 
he could see her white thighs tapering down sharply to her small well-formed 
knees and then blossoming out again to the fullness of firm shapely calves. 
He envisioned her lying on her back with the dainty strength of those white 
calves locked tightly behind his ass pulling him into her in a savage burst 
of passion that only the mind can conjure. That would come later, flickered 
through his brain. Now his penis and testicles ached as they had never ached 
for anything before, and he had to ram it into her now before it was too 
late ... before he emptied his sperm all over those soft white buttocks 
kneeling helplessly before him. 

There was just a finger's length between her open and fully exposed vagina 
and the end of his cock now, and he pressed her buttocks wider apart to see 
it more clearly. His cock jerked slightly again as though unable to contain 
itself when the tiny I puckered anus came into view just above the moist 
opening of her vagina. For a moment he was tempted to take her there, but 
the thought passed from his mind as he felt a small dewdrop of moisture 
forming slowly on [he end of his tortured prick. He had to have it now or it 
would be too I late; he couldn't hold back another instant. 

He moved forward, slipping his knees as far up between her wide stretched 
thighs as he could he possibly go, and guided his long thick cock forward 
between his thumb and forefinger, gently parting the soft blond pubic hair 
with the rigidity of the throbbing head. He felt the warm soft folds of the 
ragged edges of her cunt close wetly over the rounded tip of his cock. 

He groaned. 

He had never in his entire life felt anything so soft and tender. Trapped 
between the delicious layers of wet ready flesh, he let it lay throbbing for 
a moment. The lewd contact of his thick black cock pressed into the 
whiteness of her behind, incited him to uncontrolled lust. 

God! What a feeling, droned through his now dazed mind. He had to take her. 

Shorty flexed his buttocks, feeling all the frustrations he had built up 
over a lifetime of being a black nothing suddenly surging forward with him 
into the warm wet flesh of the groaning white girl in front of him. He 
gasped aloud through the silence of the shabby room, as he felt the tight 
hot walls of her contracting cunt soothingly slipping over and then wetly 
enclosing the rock-hard length of his surging cock. 

"Oooooooh," she grunted beneath him as he surged into her, pushing the 
smooth, giving walls of soft flesh inside before him like rippling waves off 
a speeding ship. Her body trembled and shook before the sudden assault that 
took her completely by surprise. She had lain dormant before the strange 
unknown caressive torture her battered body had accepted with grateful joy 
after the brutal beating it had undergone, but suddenly the mood changed. 
Gone were the tender wet probings of her vagina that had seemed so unreal 
and faraway. Gone was the daze that had encompassed her mind and taken her 
into another world of half-conscious ecstasy. 

She was suddenly thrust back again, back again into the reality of the 
shabby dirty room on the filthy squeaking bed with her shoulders being 
pressed down painfully again into the musty mattress. Her shame and 
humiliation returned with a vengeance, as she felt her thighs and buttocks 
being swept wide apart by the thick black cock of the negro who was 
tunneling up into her mercilessly from behind. 

"Oooh, man, she's tight," she heard a loud low gasp spit through the room 
behind her. "God, what a pussy!" 

She squealed suddenly, not from the pain, for there was none. She was wet 
and open, and he slid into her easily from the warm moist secretions that 
had flowed from her vagina during the teasing ministrations of his tongue a 
moment ago. But she squealed from the sudden and degrading realization that 
she was hopelessly trapped on the bed between the hands of the negroes in 
front of her and the thick rampaging cock skewering into her from behind. 
She screamed for him to stop, helpless tears of frustration and humiliation 
flooding again from her terror-stricken eyes. But there was no respite, the 
intrusion deep in her dilated vagina grew and expanded before his 
uncontrolled assault until she felt the sudden heavy weight of hard muscular 
loins crushing hard into her buttocks, sweeping them wider and wider apart 
as he pressed forward more with all his strength to sink it as deep inside 
her quivering white belly as far as he could. 

"Man," Shorty breathed, his lips bared back tight over his broad white 
teeth. "I'm all the way in, man." 

Susan groaned piteously beneath him, her face pushed deep down into the 
mattress by the pressure from behind, until she could hardly catch her 
breath. Her vagina felt twisted and stretched as though she were being 
impaled on a telephone pole. She fought, clenching the muscles of her 
buttocks tightly together to keep the long hard fleshy stab from imbedding 
itself further. But, it was useless. Her struggles only incited him more, as 
her cuntal muscles clasping around him, wet and warm in protest against the 
unwanted entry, enclosed around him like warm melted butter, and made the 
huge black cock throb and grow inside her until she felt stretched and 
filled in her belly and loins beyond all possible imagination. 

Her back ached horribly now, from the cruel position she was still held in 
for so long on the mattress, and she tried to move, but the hands had 
pressed against her shoulders again after her warning move when Shorty had 
rammed it into her from behind. She felt other hands too, hands roaming over 
all of her body not occupied by the negro pressed tight into her buttocks 
from behind. Her breasts were being kneaded and squeezed by fingers that had 
slipped secretly between them and the mattress while she had been occupied 
with the skewering of her vagina. They were hard and cruel and brought her 
tiny bud-like nipples to an involuntary erection from the harshness of the 
naked contact with her flesh. 

Another hand coursed over the ridges of her cruelly bent spine and followed 
it down to the juncture of her buttocks where quickly and without 
preparation, he thrust a finger deep into the confines of her tight unused 
anus. She jumped from the first painful intrusions, and then froze to ease 
it a bit. The pain passed as her back passage slowly became adjusted to the 
unnatural intrusion. 

"I-I-I got my finger in 'er a-a-ass," she heard the moronic Stitch stutter 
excitedly through the daze of the three-way rape. "M-M-Man!" 

Tiny bursts of protests broke from her lips. Her vaginal passage felt 
stretched and tom beyond all possible repair, and the dual ravishing of her 
loins with Stitch's long thick finger implanted deep up her rectum made the 
feeling all the more intense. She tried not to move as she felt the pain 
easing with the stillness of her body, but the crazed negro ground and 
twisted his finger deeper, circling it and expanding her anal passage until 
she thought it would split from the almost unbearable pressure. The hand 
cupping her naked breasts beneath, twisted and squeezed with brutal 
thoroughness, teasing and pulling at every part of their young round 
firmness until she thought they would burst from the painful manipulations. 

Kneeling behind her bent and trembling form, Shorty flared his nostrils and 
began fucking in and out of her with long, lunging strokes. His short thick 
hands held tight to the rounded curves of her hips, slipping the moist 
sheath of her stretched and throbbing vagina back over the thickness of his 
cock as though he were thrusting his hand into a small Vaseline filled 
glove. 

But this was still not enough for the lunging negro. He had to have more 
from this proud little white bitch who wouldn't even have spit on him if she 
had met him on the street. He wanted her bent to his will, completely bent 
to his will. He raised his hand high in the air as he continued the powerful 
in and out strokes he had established, and brought it down hard against her 
quivering white buttocks. The flat smack of flesh against flesh echoed like 
a rifle shot through the room. Susan's scream shattered the quiet an instant 
later. 

"Move that lil' white ass, baby," he hissed be hind her. "Move it good." 

Susan complied without hesitation. She knew enough by now to realize the 
first blow would only be followed by more if she defied him. Her buttocks 
rotated slightly with her first cautious experiment with movement, and then, 
feeling no pain, she let herself follow his rhythm, grinding and twisting 
her ass back against his hard driving pelvis as though she were glued to it. 

"Come on, shake it, honey, shake it," he rattled through tightly clenched 
teeth, as he felt her begin to react to his hands digging into her gyrating 
hips. 

"Oh, oh, oh, oh," she exclaimed again and again, as she bucked beneath to 
his command. The sounds she made were muffled and indistinct from her face 
buffeting hard down into the mattress. With his every hard forward lunge 
now, his thick black cock which filled her cunt to the bursting point, flung 
her hard forward against the restraining hands of the two negroes holding 
her shoulders down to the bed. She felt as though she were being attacked by 
a giant ape who was pushing her thighs open to the utmost angle and reaching 
to the deepest point in her belly with his monstrous ever-growing cock. 

His fingers kneaded and squeezed at her buttocks with a wild frenzy, jerking 
the imbecilic Stitch's fingers from her anus and replacing it with one of 
his own in a hard cruel thrust into her soft rubbery depths. 

"Aaaaghhh," she screamed unheeded. 

He swept and rammed into her with a growing frantic abandon of sensation 
from the hands working at her every sensual part. She could feel him 
thrusting more sadistically now, the sight of her bucking body inciting him 
to greater and greater effort. Her breath had become one long continuous 
groan that was no longer muffled by the filthy sheet. She was droning it out 
into the room her face turned sideways on the mattress so that he could look 
down on it and see with lust-gleaming eyes, the effect it was having on her. 
Her lips opened and closed fish-like in torment, half in humiliation and 
shame from the sudden uncontrollable feelings surging through her, and half 
in fear that she would be ripped asunder by the cruel hands coursing 
brutally over her body. 

There was suddenly another movement around her head, and she could feel the 
mattress dropping in front of her face as a heavy weight descended around 
it. Fingers were fumbling with her lips, trying to open her mouth and then 
she felt a spongy, wet sensation pressing against her lips. She jerked her 
eyes open and to her horror saw, right in front of her face, a long black 
cock about seven or eight inches long. Coke, who could no longer take the 
lust inciting scene of the white girl being fucked from behind by Shorty, 
had sat back on the bed and wriggled under her face. It was pressed tight 
into his loins and his legs were splayed out on either side of her 
shoulders. 

He lifted her head, with the flat of his palm pushing back against her 
forehead, and with the other hand was forcing the head of his prick into her 
mouth. She mumbled in terror and revulsion and tried to shake her head away, 
but he held her tight and she could not move. She could only clench her 
teeth and lips tightly together and try to keep it away, but he was not to 
be denied. As he increased the pressure, it felt as though her lips were 
being pushed back through the sharpness of her teeth. He groaned and 
struggled against their softness, feeling them parting, tiny bit by tiny 
bit, until suddenly with the aid of an extra hard lunge from the negro 
fucking her in the rear, she gasped. The broad thick black cock crushed 
through her soft, moist lips and into the wet warm cavern of her mouth. She 
could feel the hugeness of it slithering tip the length of her tongue and 
filling her mouth completely with its thick fleshy hardness. 

Coke, in his lust-incited state, began to slowly screw his cock up and down 
toward her face with his thick prick sliding in and out of her mouth. His 
hands held her head in a vice-like grip, with the palms pressed hard against 
her ears. She struggled mentally against the obscene rape of her mouth, but 
it was useless as he quickened his thrusts to match those of Shorty fucking 
into her from behind, never quite pulling it all the way out, but always 
leaving a slight part of the tip beyond her lips in the hot moist shelter of 
her mouth. 

Susan closed her eyes, her humiliation knowing no bounds. She felt numb to 
the world around her, devoid of sensation. In a trance-like state, she 
watched the length of the long black cock where it came out of the fly of 
his pants and jerked toward her mouth like some horrible snake creeping from 
its hole in the ground. 

"Suck, baby, suck," she heard him command harshly above the top of her head 
... and she did. She was conditioned to following their every command now 
from the fear of the pain that would follow if she didn't. Her lips slowly 
began to nibble at the thrusting instrument, and she coughed and sputtered 
at first until she became accustomed to the unnatural invasion of her mouth. 
She tried not to think about what she was doing, but it was impossible not 
to. His testicles bounced against her chin and there was stale odor of sweat 
around his loins that filled her nostrils with constant reminder of the 
cruel depraved attack she was being subjected to. 

Behind her, Shorty could feel himself building toward the end. He knew it 
would be soon and began to fuck faster into her, harder and faster, 
battering mercilessly the quivering cheeks of her ass with his hard driving 
hips. His hands gripped her waist hard, squeezing the soft flaccid flesh 
into random crazy shapes beneath his fingers. His lips bared back against 
his teeth, and he could not close his mouth. His breath came in short 
stuttered machine gun blasts that crackled obscenely through the dark room. 
He stared down at her slender bucking body and bobbing head. The contrast of 
Coke's long black cock disappearing into the chalky whiteness of her face, 
shot chills of lightening-like sensations up the length of his spine. He 
tore at her buttocks, stretching the twin moons as wide apart as he could 
and watched his own long black cock disappearing into the moist pink flanges 
of her cunt in an exciting contrast of black into white. 

"Jesus, Jesus!" he sputtered, "Christ." 

As he worked demon-like behind her, his eyes flickered smokily back to her 
tender lips clasping and unclasping around the growing black cock of the 
negro in front, who was forcing her to suck him. Susan worked in a daze at 
the command of his fingers, licking and sucking like a hungry child as he 
forced her to follow slave-like with her lips, his every thrust into the 
tender shelter of her mouth. Her ravishment continued on and on at both ends 
of her bent and tortured body as the crazed Stitch cupped and kneaded her 
jiggling breasts hanging down beneath her bucking torso with a cruel hard 
pressure that periodically jerked her mind from the ceaseless rape of her 
other tender parts. 

The saliva in her mouth grew and grew. It was becoming slightly sticky now 
as small emissions of lubricating fluid seeped from the end of the negro's 
cock into its warm depths. She could feel his hips 6 writhing and straining 
below her bobbing head as though he were in the last spasmodic throes of 
death. His long sensuous fingers were curled tightly t in her hair slipping 
her mouth up and down over the end of his thrusting fleshy instrument as 
though it were another cunt into which he was venting the full wrath of his 
animal-like lust. She could feel it stretching and expanding inside her 
mouth until there was no room left, and moaned piteously around it as it 
thrust forward hard down to her tonsils as though it were trying to meet the 
other hard cruel prick skewering deep into her belly from behind. 

She had never felt so utterly used and debauched in her life, and sucked 
with her mouth and wriggled her buttocks from behind wildly to end it as 
quickly as she could. There was nothing else but that now, nothing but to 
please them as best her innocent young body could, and pray it would be all 
they would demand. 

The negro in front of her jerked suddenly as though stuck by a pin, and 
writhed his hips up tight into her face, sinking the full length of his cock 
deep down into her gasping throat. She fought to breathe, but it was 
hopeless as suddenly his cock erupted in the warm wet interior of her 
sucking mouth, unintelligible sounds of profanity rolling from his lips. His 
hot thick liquid squirted into her mouth like the rush of raging water 
through a small storm drain, and she sucked and swallowed, sucked and 
swallowed, her cheeks inflating and deflating all the time from the pressure 
of the bursting dam of sperm. It lasted for a seeming eternity, her mouth 
filled with the pungent taste of his sperm and passion, and then it jerked a 
long last jerk, and softened beneath her swirling tongue. Her senses were 
gone and she was hardly aware of it when a moment later his cock oozed in a 
slimy soft mass of flesh from between her lips. His hands pulled her head 
limply forward to lay trapped against the whole of his trembling loins. 

She could still feel its rubbery soft length pressed tight against the cheek 
of her face, when she heard a grunt from behind her. She felt her thighs and 
buttocks swept wide apart in one last ass-crushing rush, as the other negro 
fucking into her mercilessly, shoved it as far as it could go in her belly 
and began spewing his hot sticky liquid deep up inside her. His mouth opened 
wide with a loud uncontrolled, "Aaaaaaah," as she felt his lewd sperm 
filling her vaginal passage with a great rush. She could feel it flooding 
hotly into her and filling the depths of her womb until she thought she 
would burst inside. There were several convulsive jerks of his pelvis 
against the soft cheeks of her ass, a desperate digging of fingers into the 
soft flaccid flesh of her hips and then he fell forward over her back 
pushing her face down across the exhausted and satiated negro who had just 
forced her to suck him dry. 

There was no movement except for the stuttering sounds of the moronic 
Stitch, masturbating by the side of the bed, his eyes rolling wildly in his 
head as he too approached an orgasm. There was a movement of bodies, and 
Susan felt herself falling to the mattress as Stitch slipped from under her 
and Shorty lifted himself exhaustedly from her back. There was a sudden cool 
rush of air between her legs as his deflated penis withdrew from her 
ravished and wet loins. 

She rolled over on her back and lay still, unable to move and not caring. 
She had never felt so debased and lost in all her life as a horrible picture 
formed in her mind of what she must have looked like, being buffeted between 
the two negroes like a helpless rag doll. Her body ached and she dimly felt 
hands crawling over the wetness of her thighs, which were still moist from 
Shorty's sperm. She did not move and felt the lips of her vagina being 
pressed apart again and looked up through half-slit eyes to see the crazed 
Stitch kneeling between her open legs, his long hard cock poised in his hand 
for entry into her. She closed them again, and drifted into 
semi-consciousness not caring anymore. 

Then there was the vague sound of a hand smacking against flesh and then an 
angry voice. 

"Ya stupid son-uf-a-bitch," Shorty snarled, "Duke said ya couldn't fuck 
'er." 

Then a defeated whimper and a weight lifting from between her thighs. Her 
eyes flickered open again for the briefest of moments, and she shivered as 
she saw Stitch standing over her naked body at the side of the bed. He was 
stroking wildly with his hand at his large black penis, locking his eyes 
insanely down on the wet moist mound of her loins that glistened in the 
kerosene lamp as though covered with a light coat of early morning dew. She 
heard him groan and felt a sudden rush of hot sticky wetness flooding over 
her naked breasts. 

And then, there was nothing. As she drifted down into a welcome protective 
cloak of sleep and exhaustion, just as she lay, too battered and lost to 
even put her legs together. 

Chapter 3 

There was no sun the next morning, and the low forest mists surrounding the 
clapboard shack created an air of dismality that seemed to permeate the 
atmosphere with a heavy cloak of doom. 

Susan sat huddled before the fire, draped in one of the tattered blankets 
from the bed upon which she had been so brutally ravished last night. Her 
body ached horribly in all the tender places the three negroes had so 
mercilessly pressed their attentions upon. Duke had awakened her early, in 
the same position she lay after the horrible depraved attack, and she was 
grateful for she had been able to freshen herself a little in the cold water 
from the kitchen before the others awoke. She had repaired her torn gown in 
a makeshift way, using several pins she found around the cabin, and Duke had 
retrieved her panties and brassiere from the car. From these few remnants of 
cloth, she had covered herself as best she could. 

The others had awakened shortly afterwards. She had prepared them breakfast, 
refusing to look any of them in the eye, though she could feel their 
arrogant gazes peering right through her all the time she worked. Duke had 
not mentioned what had happened to any of them, but it was plain he was not 
happy that he had given her up for the evening. In fact, she felt rather 
secure in the knowledge that it was not likely to happen again in that way. 
If she was called upon to give herself, it would be only to him and not the 
others. Strange, she thought, as she raised her head and looked around the 
room at the four negroes who held her captive, how the perspective of things 
changed when one had no other choice. All things in the world were really 
relative to one another. She had taken her choice of all the boys in high 
school, and had picked Richard because he was most like her. 

Now, she had only the choice between these four brutal criminals, all of 
whom, except the imbecile Stitch, had ravished her against her will, but she 
still had to make a choice between them for her protector. She knew it 
wouldn't take much show of preference on her part to get anyone of them on 
her side, although Duke was the one she needed. He was the leader because he 
was the strongest. He may be more brutal than the others, but still he had 
exhibited a certain tenderness toward her after the rape in the car, and 
would not have let the others take her last night if he hadn't been so 
confident of himself in cards. Even then, when he had lost and had 
disappeared from the room to let the victors have their way with her, she 
half expected him to return and reclaim her. But, o f course, under their 
code, which she knew she could never understand, he could not, no matter how 
much he may have wanted to. Life itself meant so little to those brought up 
in the ghetto jungles, so how could she expect they, the survivors, to care 
about such a small intimate thing as her lost virginity? She was an object 
to be used, like a tin can they might suddenly come upon in the gutter and 
kick along the street until they became bored, and then kick back again into 
the gutter from which it came No, her only hope for survival was Duke, and 
that meant subjugating herself to him completely, until she could find a way 
to get out of this horrible mess she had fallen into. 

"I-I-I think I hear them c-comin'," Stitch, who had been sullenly reflecting 
on his missed chance last night, suddenly exclaimed. "T-T-There's a 
c-c-car." 

The others jumped up and rushed to the window expectantly. They had been 
waiting patiently all morning for whoever they were supposed to meet. Susan 
had heard them quietly discussing a plan of some kind where the word riot 
had come up often, and she had begun to wonder then if they really were just 
ordinary hoodlums, or something much more dangerous. What ever it was that 
they had in mind, it seemed to be something very important to them. Duke had 
been nervous and on edge all the while they had been waiting, as though he 
were afraid of something or someone ... perhaps, she would learn the answer 
soon now. 

"It's about time," Duke growled, looking at his watch. "They's over two 
hours late." 

The low roar of a car engine could be heard coming up the road, and then 
turning into the short dirt driveway that led to the shack. It stopped, and 
the sound of two doors being slammed could be heard from the outside. 

"Hot damn," Shorty sudden slapped his knee and grabbed his stomach in 
laughter, "He's done brought Jodie with him. You gonna ketch hell ovah this 
lit' honky chick now, Duke." 

Susan turned from the fireplace where she had kept her head down looking 
into the blazing logs, when she heard the loud laughter and the words that 
Shorty was throwing at Duke. She felt his eyes turn to her for a moment and 
then look back out the window. 

There were two pair of steps coming across the porch, and then the door 
opened. A tall lithe mulatto Negress entered first, and seeing Duke, rushed 
to him and threw her arms around. She held him for a moment, and feeling no 
response, backed off with a puzzled expression on her face. 

"What's the matter, Baby, don'cha recognize me?" she asked quizzically. 

"That isn't the reason, is it, Duke?" 

A second well-dressed negro, wearing horn-rimmed glasses and sporting a 
small goatee, entered behind her and nodded toward the confused Susan, who 
still sat huddled beneath the blanket. 

The Negress turned her head, and for the first time saw the cowering white 
girl before the fireplace. She stood still for a moment, her hands on hips, 
and glared down at her from across the room She was a striking thing, as a 
really good-looking negro woman can be, with long flowing jet black hair 
that glistened down over her shoulders, and fiery black eyes that burned 
through Susan like two hot belching volcanic craters smoldering before 
eruption. 

"Who's the honky bitch," she hissed through her tightly clench teeth, a 
quick rising hatred in her voice. 

"She ain't nobody," Duke suddenly defended. "I brought 'er here to keep us 
company while we plan the thing. That's all." 

The others snickered. It was obvious they were enjoying the position Duke 
had been put in by the unexpected arrival of his girl, and also the thought 
that perhaps it would free the white girl for them to enjoy again as they 
had last night. 

Susan sensed this, and she could see the imbiced a certain tenenly 
brightening as the thought penetrated his & mind. He had sulked all morning 
after Shorty refused to let him ravish her battered body, but she knew he 
had not given up by any means. She had caught his eyes flickering over her 
with an undisguised lust in them when he had thought no one was looking, and 
she found herself trembling each time he did. She remembered him 
masturbating over her broken and exhausted form last night and shooting his 
lewd sperm across her naked breasts, as she had lain helpless and beaten on 
the bed. God help her if she ever were at his mercy without Duke to protect 
her. 

"Well," the Negress sneered with cocky self-assurance and started with a 
swagger across the room toward Susan. "I just gotta see what this little 
honky gal's got that I ain't." 

Susan cowered back against the wall next to the fireplace, as the girl 
reached down grabbing the corner of the blanket and ripped it from her 
shoulders, exposing her tattered gown to the eyes of the others in the room. 
"Well, looks like somebody's been havin' some fun, and it better not be you, 
Duke, baby," she half snarled as she saw the condition of the cringing 
Susan's dress. 

"Leave 'er alone," Duke growled from the window where he was still standing. 
"I do what I like, ya hear. Nobody tells me what I can do or cain't do. 

"Stop it, you two," commanded the well-dressed negro. "We've got more 
important things to discuss now than who gets lover boy here." 

Susan held her breath as the angered Negress towered over her, still holding 
the blanket in her hand She glared down at Susan for a moment with the most 
intense contempt she had ever seen in any human's eyes, and then suddenly 
threw the blanket back at her, and turned away. 

"Ain't no honky bitch got what I got anyway," she said, walking seductively 
across the room and placing her arm in Duke's. "He's my man, and he's gonna 
stay that way, ain'cha honey?" 

"Aw, shut up, and let's get to work," Duke said, ignoring her question 
directly. He turned to the other negro, "Did ya bring the bread, man?" 

"Yes," the new arrival answered, raising the briefcase he carried in his 
hand. "But," he hesitated, "there are some things that have to be settled 
first, some very important things." 

"Then let's git with it," Duke said, walking toward the table. "We got some 
questions for you too." 

Susan watched them pulling chairs up to the rickety wooden table that stood 
in the corner away from the fireplace, and preparing for what evidently was 
to be an extremely important meeting. She couldn't quite put her finger on 
it, but there seemed to be an undercurrent of conflict between Duke and the 
man who had just arrived. Duke had greeted him with a cold reserve that she 
hadn't noticed he possessed before. He could be cruel, yes, but the reserve 
was something else, and she was certain she could detect a little fear mixed 
in his almost contemptuous manner toward the man. 

The man was educated, there was no question about it from the way he dressed 
and spoke, and perhaps, this was the element that Duke feared the most. He 
obviously did not know about the world beyond the power of strength, and 
maybe he could feel himself being bypassed, even by those of his own kind. 

This was something new to many negroes, she thought as her mind raced back 
in retrospect, remembering things her father had said-things she had never 
absorbed before because she had never been directly exposed to them. She 
could remember him talking about the sudden push for educating the negroes, 
and how this was creating a gap among their own people, the educated and the 
ignorant. This gap began to breed suspicions among those like Duke who had 
learned to live on strength and cunning alone. 

Perhaps, she reasoned, Duke had his place too, by virtue of the fact that he 
had developed such animal cunning and physical strength. This was his 
education of survival that was older than the human race itself. The new 
university breed, the lucky ones who had escaped the ghetto, or had never 
been born there ... they knew about the ways of the law and how it could be 
used to accomplish the same purpose with greater effect than the strength of 
old. Their movement, her father said, was much like the American labor 
movement and the rise of unionism It hadn't been many years since union 
organizers were treated as criminals and jailed for trespassing on company 
property. Now, they had their own laws that protected them just like the 
negroes that benefited from the new civil rights laws. 

But, as with the unions of yesterday, opportunists were always there to 
exploit the great unrest smoldering beneath this kind of social movement for 
their own fortune and power. These were the new breed, like the well-dressed 
man sitting at the table now, she thought. The university ones, who had 
nothing to lose because they had already passed the barrier. They already 
had their position in either world and could use those still attempting to 
climb up from the ghettos with impunity and disregard. They were expendable 
and exploitable because they worshipped their educated leaders, and if a man 
could boast of this, they asked nothing more from him. They're like lambs 
being led to slaughter, Susan thought, as she studied the man with the 
horn-rimmed glasses with a renewed interest. 

"Hey," Duke's voice burst across the room, interrupting her digressions. 
"Help Jodie with some chow." 

Susan automatically rose to her feet at his command, pulling the blanket 
tight around her like a cape and started for the kitchen. She dreaded going 
in there, because she knew she would be alone with the tall Negress who was 
Duke's girl. She knew also that she had made a bitter enemy that could be 
far more dangerous than any of the others had been so far. She had studied 
her back by the fireplace, and could tell by the way she hung onto Duke that 
she was insanely jealous of him. In fact, there was not the slightest doubt 
in her mind that Jodie would kill for him if she were forced into the 
position. Susan had read grim accounts in magazines of what girls from these 
gangs had done to each other over possession of their men, and shuddered as 
a few of the more grisly details filtered through her worried mind. She 
would just have to be as careful as she could, and stay as close to Duke as 
possible. She had to, for the sake of her life. Nothing she could do or say 
would change the negro girl's enmity towards her now, and without Duke's 
protection she would be at the mercy of all the others. She would rather die 
than go through another horrible ravishment that her body had been subjected 
to last night. 

No, there was only one way out. And that was by giving her all to the negro 
leader, in spite of her repulsion of him and all the others. Duke was her 
only hope for survival. 

"Here's the map," she heard the educated negro say as she passed the table. 
"We're gonna make last summer's little warm-up in Detroit look like a Sunday 
school picnic." 

"Okay, man," Duke said skeptically, looking over the table at the two girls 
as they disappeared into the kitchen. "Spell it out fo' us." 

Susan followed behind the Negress girl as they entered the kitchen, and did 
not say a word. She knew that whatever she did say would be taken with anger 
and didn't want to start anything, though she knew something was bound to 
happen sooner or later. The Negress did not intend to let her off so easily 
for her encroachment on her man, even if she had been raped. If Jodie had 
the least opportunity, she would make it unbearable for her. 

Jodie went right to work, as though she had been through this kind of thing 
a hundred times before. She said nothing at all to Susan as she followed her 
silent indications over what was to be done in preparation for the meal. 
First, came the bread, and then the thinly sliced lamb that they had brought 
in abundance. She remembered looking for some ham in the grocery bags last 
night, but could find none. It was then she recalled reading about the black 
Muslim movement among the ghetto negroes; of course, they did not eat ham, 
instead they followed the Moslem religion of the Arabs and made their staple 
food, lamb. This fit so well with the many other puzzling factors about them 
that she still didn't understand fully. 

There must be a strong purpose in this gathering, she thought, and a far 
more evil purpose than merely holding up supermarkets or mugging drunks in 
back alleys. She could not place her finger on it yet, but from the few 
things she had picked in isolated bits of conversation, it was sure to be 
something big they were planning. 

"Don't touch it," Jodie snarled, as Susan made a move to pick up the tray 
that held the sandwiches. "I'll take care of 'em. You jist wash up and stay 
heah in the kitchen." 

Susan gladly followed her command. The more she stayed away from the others, 
the less problems it would create for her. The imbicilic Stitch was 
beginning to get on her nerves the way he undressed her with his lewd 
glances out of the corner of his eye when he thought Duke wasn't watching. 
She realized that the less she stimulated his desire with her presence, the 
safer she would be later. 

She busied herself washing up the things they had dirtied while the Negress 
disappeared through the door with the tray. She wished she could stay alone 
all day and collect her thoughts, or try to, but knew it would be 
impossible. She might possibly have a chance to escape if she had enough 
time to recover her wits and think hard enough. It shouldn't be too 
difficult, as they weren't watching her that closely now. They didn't even 
seem to be worried about it, but she knew that if she did try, she had 
better succeed. Once they caught her at it, she would never be given the 
chance again, and she was sure her punishment would be swift and harsh. No, 
she would just have to bide her time and wait for a chance that could not 
fail. 

"Duke says you're to come out in the other room," Jodie suddenly said from 
the door. "He don't want you alone in heah." 

The tone of her voice was cold and filled with a hatred of the most intense 
kind. The Negress had realized now that her position with the leader was in 
jeopardy by his concern over the white girl. Susan could feel the change of 
her attitude from one of sudden confused jealousy, to a deep animal loathing 
whose intensity knew no bounds. 

The Negress filled half the doorway and would not move as Susan started out 
to join the others in the front room. She paused for a moment to give her 
the chance to let her by, but Jodie remained defiantly entrenched where she 
was standing, fire sparkling in her black eyes. 

"He s mine, and I'll kill you if you touch him," she hissed into her ear, 
being careful that the others could not hear. "And," she added as Susan 
squeezed by her, "I won't do it fast-like It'll be nice and easy, so's you 
can feel it all the way down to white hell." 

Susan trembled, pausing for the slightest of seconds as the girl spoke to 
her, and then continued on as though she had not heard her. 

"Come on, baby," Duke smiled proudly as she came into the room. "I want ya 
to see this heah plan. Ya might wanna change sides in this heah war when ya 
see what we got cookin' for the honkies down in Chicago." 

"I don't think she ought to hear this Duke," the newly arrived negro said 
quietly. "If it gets out before we're ready, it could ruin the entire plan." 

"Man," Duke answered, looking him coldly in the eye, "You bring the bread 
and you lay the plan, but don't tell me how to git it done." 

"Alright," the other negro said after pausing for a moment, "but remember, 
if anything goes wrong, you'll have to answer to the man. Not me." 

"I'll answer to the man," Duke said confidently. "As long as he sends the 
bread." 

It was obvious that whatever they were planning had something to do with the 
riots that had been going on in a small scale for the last several weeks. 
This negro tanking to Duke seemed to be an intermediary between Duke's gang 
and someone else who was running things on a much broader scale. Susan could 
see also, that the union between the two groups was very shallow, and was 
not being done on Duke's side for any particular social or philosophical 
reason. It was being done because he and his gang were being paid to do it, 
and nothing else. 

"Sit down, baby, and listen." Duke motioned to an empty chair beside him. 
"You gonna see how the great race war of the summer nineteen hundred and 
sixty-eight really began." 

Susan sat hesitantly in the chair, aware of the glaring eyes the negro girl 
had locked on her. She dared not look up at her for fear of giving away the 
dread that permeated her whole body. This would be a mistake now, and would 
only bring further retaliation. If she stayed near Duke and kept his 
confidence until her chance for escape arose, she should be safe, and, it 
was the only way she could be assured of escaping the others. Particularly, 
the lust-crazed Stitch, who even now was licking his lips nervously as he 
watched her from across the table. 

"First, man, the bread." Duke halted the well-dressed negro as he started to 
point to an enlarged map of the Chicago Woodlawn ghetto area that was laid 
out on the table. "How much ya got?" Duke persisted. 

"One grand, as we agreed before," he answered matter-of-factly. "Straight 
from Havana." 

"Is it real?" Duke asked skeptically, and then added, "Lemme see it." 

The negro lifted the briefcase off the floor and reached in to pull out a 
large stack of twenty dollar bills. 

"Care to count them?" 

"Naw, man, just wanna make sure they's real," Duke answered and peeled one 
from the stack where they had been placed on the table. 

He looked it over carefully, studying every detail by raising it to the 
light and looking intently through it. After several minutes, he turned his 
head to the waiting visitor and nodded his approval. 

"Looks okay," he said. "We been stuck with some phony stuff for some o' the 
other jobs we done for ya." 

"You spent it, didn't you, like it was real," the other negro said 
impatiently. 

"Yeah, yeah, man, it was good stuff, but for the risks me and my boys takes, 
it oughta be right stuff. We don't charge much, ya know." 

"I'll tank to the man about it in the future," he was answered curtly, and 
the negro turned back to the map. 

Susan watched him carefully. In spite of her concern over her own precarious 
position, her curiosity had been aroused by the trend of the strange 
conversation. Most of the people she knew were of the opinion that the negro 
ghetto flare-ups that had occurred throughout the country were a spontaneous 
kind of thing that had been brought on by accidental incidences, and were 
not the result of some master plan controlled by any central organized 
group. Now, she was not so certain, and concentrated on the well-dressed 
negro's words as he began to speak. 

"This is where we start it," he said with a grim tone to his voice. She 
could see that he was pointing to a side street that ran adjacent to the 
main artery through the Chicago ghetto. 

"They'll never expect it here. They'll be looking for it on the main drag 
where they've got all the fuzz concentrated. We could never get a crowd 
gathered otherwise. They'd have it broken up in two minutes after all the 
lessons they learned last summer." 

"W-W-Where ya g-gonna git a c-c-crowd," Stitch stuttered, a puzzled 
expression on his face. 

"That's what you four and the others of your group get the thousand for," 
the speaker answered with a smile. "You see this point on the map," he 
continued, pointing to the center of a block. "This is where two of you will 
get picked up by the cops for being drunk and breaking a window in the 
cleaning shop that's located here. When they arrive to arrest you, you'll 
start a fight so they'll have to call a patrol wagon and bring in others. 
This will isolate them from the main group on the next street so they can't 
organize into any kind of wedge formation to break anything up before we can 
get started." 

"Man, that ain't gonna git no crowd," Shorty, who had been sitting silent, 
interrupted. "We gotta hundred beefs goin' all the time down there." 

"Next step," the negro continued as though anticipating this objection, "is 
a molotov cocktail through the window of this supermarket just down the 
street. They've got a stock of cleaning fluid and other inflammable material 
stored right next to the window where it goes through. It'll go up like a 
roman candle. This, of course, brings in the fire department." 

He paused for a moment with a self-assured smile on his face, and looked 
around the table. 

"Does everyone see now the beginning of a crowd?" 

"Ya crazy, man, ya talking about a hunderd years for anybody what gits 
caught," Duke spoke with alarm. "We cain't do that, for no money." 

"You'll have help," their visitor said with quiet confidence. "Once this 
stage is reached, they won't have time to worry about arresting two drunken 
brawlers and an arsonist. You see these buildings?" he asked, marking five 
of them on an enlarged map. 

"These are better sniper positions than all the trees in the jungle of Viet 
Nam. We've marked out twenty vacant rooms that we can pick off the honky 
police and firemen from, and have another forty for alternate positions that 
each man moves to after his primary position is discovered. We've 
twenty-five of the best trained guerrilla fighters you can find anywhere 
already familiarizing themselves with the area and their escape routes. When 
one building is overrun, we'll get out through the sewers. If one knows 
those underground routes well, there's no one in the world who can catch 
them unless that person knows them too, and so far, the honkies haven't 
caught on to the fact that we aren't just another mob. They haven't planned 
for the way we're going to do it this time." 

"Where'd ya git these guerrilla fighters ya talkin' so big about," Duke 
interjected, a forced skepticism in his voice. He didn't mind the planning 
and brainwork of something like this being in other hands if the money were 
good enough, but violence had always been his business, and he sensed a 
sudden tinge of jealous concern flicker through his mind with the 
realization that even this was being taken from him. "I got guys that kin 
take care o' honky cops." 

"You got guys that can use a shive or zip gun," the smooth self-assured 
negro said contemptuously. "That did the job last summer, but it won't do it 
this time. We can't leave it in the hands of amateurs." 

"Man," Duke half shouted at him and leaped to his feet. "I kin take on all 
twenty five of them cats o' yours anyday and don't ya try and tell me I 
cain't." 

Unruffled by the sudden outburst, the negro out lining the plan stepped back 
from the table and put his hands in his pockets. He stood still for a moment 
not saying a word as Duke leered at him with clenched fists across the width 
of the table. 

"Say it, man, say I cain't, lemme hear ya say it," the enraged Duke shouted 
again. 

His antagonist turned back to him and spoke without raising his voice. "Can 
you fire an M-16 rifle, Duke?" 

There was a long silence and Susan could see the blood rising in Duke's face 
as he suddenly sensed a defeat that he was unprepared for. 

"Naw, man," he finally sputtered, his voice lowering a degree in bitter 
retreat. "But what's that got to do with it?" 

"Just this," he was answered in a calm even tone. "The honky National 
Guardsmen down on the street know how and they've got them. They could cut 
down your boys with their knives and zip guns in a matter of minutes. You 
wouldn't stand a chance. The men we've got there now have learned to use 
their equipment well, taught by the honky army itself in Viet Nam. And, 
we've just brought them back from six additional months in Cuba where 
they've had the best guerrilla training in the world. And, another thing, 
they've got M-16's too, and can use them ten times better than the young 
green honkies in the guard." 

Duke stood for a moment, his composure and command completely gone, and then 
sat slowly back down in the chair. He had no answer for that argument and 
knew the others knew it too. They had seen the city last summer when the 
guard had moved in with their tanks and machine guns and automatic weapons, 
and nothing he could say now would matter one bit. His own men would know he 
was wrong and that the smooth-talking educated son-of-bitch with the black 
horned-rimmed glasses was right. A puny thin bastard that he could twist 
into nothing with his little finger, and here he was humiliating and 
degrading him before the others like he was dirt. And, there was nothing he 
could do about it; nothing in his background had prepared him for arguing 
against this new confident breed that were slowly taking over the world he 
had known and controlled by brute cunning all his life. 

Susan felt the impact of the heavy silence that followed the one-sided and 
unequal exchange, and suddenly within herself, in spite of all she had gone 
through at the hands of the four brutal negroes, found her heart going out 
to them and all their kind. For some reason, she remembered with clarity at 
this particular moment a favorite statement of Mr. Herman, her anthropology 
teacher in school, about how funny the first two legged clumsy creatures to 
walk upon the earth must have looked to the monkeys swinging gracefully 
through the trees. She had always pictured them following the earth-bound 
creatures through the jungles, taunting them with their excited chatter and 
throwing objects down on them from above, safe and secure 

I 

in their haven above the ground until one day, eons later, they suddenly 
found themselves caged and gaped at as objects of jest by those very 
creatures they had tormented with such impunity at an earlier time. 

And now, now she could picture Duke and the others tormenting in the same 
way from a ghetto street corner someone much like the goateed and 
horn-rimmed negro now twisting and leading them into an oblivion that could 
set their cause back a thousand years. She could hear them throwing crude 
obscenities at his dress and perhaps tearing the books from his hands in a 
cruel gesture of superiority. And now, now he had returned with a vengeance 
to cage them in their own ignorance of the world outside the ghetto that 
only he had visited and could compete with. They had no choice, the new 
breed were the catalysts around which their cause had become centered, the 
black power, the militants, because no one else had a plan to lead them from 
their misery that promised anything else but a vague hope in the future. At 
least the promise they received was a promise of action ... where that 
action would lead was another matter ... but it was action. That was all 
that mattered now. 

"So what's gonna happen to all those people, man, once we git 'em in the 
street and all fired up?" Duke spoke defensively now. He had conceded by his 
own primitive logic the point he had lost a moment ago. 

"Some will die," the well-dressed negro answered matter-of-factly "They have 
to, it's a war." 

"I got brothers down there in them streets," Duke said, attempting to regain 
a small bit of the prestige he had lost in the eyes of the others. "You mean 
you gonna let them honkies shoot 'em down." 

"They may not, but we will," the other said coldly. "It's the only way to 
get them fired up enough to take the law into their own hands. We've got to 
alienate them completely from the honkies and all their one hundred years 
too late programs for curing the ills of our people. The man has instructed 
our snipers to fire on the mob. The honky cops will be blamed and there'll 
be no holding them back after that." 

"Man, we cain't kill our own people. Let's git them honkies, I kin do that, 
but not our kind," Duke objected with an almost pleading tone to his voice. 

"You've got no choice, you've taken the pledge to follow the decisions of 
the group and this is the decision of the group. Besides, I said this was a 
war and people must die in wars. We need martyrs to unite our people as one 
against the honkies and for what they stand for, otherwise, they'll never 
get mad enough to take what belongs to them. That's the way it's going to be 
and you're coming along or be left behind, so take your choice right now. 
I'm sure the others are with me." 

Duke looked around the table at Coke, Shorty, and Stitch. They did not look 
back at him but kept their eyes lowered to the map on the table. There was 
no doubt which way they would go if he put the choice to them. 

"Okay, man," he said after a few minutes. "Let's get on with the plan." 

There were no other objections after Duke had had his say and Susan sat in 
stunned and helpless silence as the whole horrible plot was outlined before 
her eyes that would leave a major part of downtown Chicago a gutted and 
useless city. It was a military operation, pure and simple, which even she 
as a girl could understand. Gone were the days of the peaceful freedom 
marches through Mississippi. Gone were the days when whites marched 
alongside them in their quest for a better world for themselves. It was 
color now, black against white, not human being working with human being and 
could only lead to a senseless and vain slaughter in the end that would 
accomplish nothing but the building of a barrier between them that could 
never be breached ever again. * * * 

It was dark when the meeting was over and the visiting negro folded his maps 
and packed them away in the brief case. Duke had followed the complicated 
plan all the way through even though the others had lost interest long ago 
and had had to be prodded awake several times as a reference to their part 
in the operation would come up. Susan had maintained her alertness 
through-out, even forgetting for short stretches of time, her precarious 
position with the gang. Again, she had caught the others at various times 
glancing over at her with obvious remembrance of the pleasure her young 
virginal body had given them last night. All, that is, except the still 
sulking Stitch. His glances were of pleasures yet to come from that body 
that had been denied him by the others at the command of the leader. Brutal 
pleasures he would tear from her at any cost if he were given the slightest 
of chances. 

"They's gonna be a lotta mad honkies when this things ovah," Duke said 
without enthusiasm as the other negro prepared to leave. 

"That's the point," he smiled. "If they don't like the black man, then they 
won't do a thing to help him. And, if in a so-called democracy, the majority 
doesn't do it, then it doesn't get done. That makes the naggers madder and 
they really blow up." 

Duke winced slightly at the term snigger" applied by one of their own kind 
and it suddenly became clear to Susan that this man did not consider himself 
as one with them. He, and the others he worked with, had placed themselves 
in a category aside and did not identify themselves at all with those they 
were using as so much cannon fodder to get their so-called people's 
revolution under way. Civil rights, beginning as a wonderful and legitimate 
cause for the rights of man, had fallen to the enemy as a bitter and 
uncontested gift of history that would change the direction of man kind for 
all time to come. 

"We'll be down to see ya tomorrow, man, to set it oh." Duke said, standing 
at the door and then asked quizzically, "But one other thing, man, if you 
got all them guerrilla fighters, how come ya need us?" 

"It's got to look local," he answered simply and then added with a half 
contemptuous smile. "Re member, it's you people that are unhappy and causing 
all this." 

"Yeah, man, you're right," Duke said half under his breath and closed the 
door behind him without waiting for him to turn and leave. 

Susan was glad when she heard the sound of the car engine leaving the house 
even though she knew it only brought the time closer when she would be 
without a doubt, subjected to more indignities at the hands of her captors. 
But, the well-dressed negro created a greater and far more terrifying fear 
in her of the picture he had suddenly presented of the chaotic and explosive 
world she was going to have to live in for a long time to come if she lived. 
Right now, the wanton abuse of her body and senses seemed like such a 
trivial thing although she knew when the moment came again she would react 
with as much revulsion and horror as she had before because it was happening 
to her, here and now, and was not something of tomorrow. 

"D'ya want something to eat, honey," she heard the negro girl ask Duke in an 
obsequious tone. "I know you're hungry after all that." 

"Shut up," he answered gruffly, indicating the bitter mood the meeting with 
the educated negro had left him in. "Jist bring me the whiskey." 

The others remained quiet, knowing full well they dare not cross their 
leader at this moment. They had seen him in moods of this nature before and 
knew the violence he was capable of when aroused as he was now. He had been 
humiliated and defeated in front of them in a contest not of his own 
choosing and this did not sit lightly with one of his pride and position. He 
was accustomed to leading and not being led and this world had ended for him 
this afternoon. Ended with a sudden and cruel realization that now he was 
one of them, a Shorty, a Stitch, a Coke, with no more control over his own 
kind than the new breed chose to allow him. 

Susan sat and watched him drink, growing more alarmed at his increasing 
intoxication as the evening wore on. The others sat quietly at the table in 
the corner playing cards for matches and talking in low whispering tones 
that were not audible from across the dimly lit room. They too were drinking 
heavily from another bottle on their table. The Negress, Jodie, sat 
patiently by Duke's side, periodically filling his empty glass and drinking 
along with him. Stitch tended the fire that filled the almost silent room 
with eerie flickering shadows and created an unreal atmosphere that hung 
over the tiny shack like death itself. It reminded Susan of the silent and 
thoughtful campfires of the civil war that she had read about when men 
knowing they would die tomorrow in a planned attack busied themselves as 
best they could. Some in thought, some in other small ways that kept their 
mind from what was ahead on the all too near tomorrow. She could see it 
affected Duke that way and perhaps the others too but they did not show it 
except in their silent concentration on the game before them which she knew 
belied their real thoughts. They had plans for her tonight again. She could 
tell by their sudden muffled chatter and the furtive glances they would then 
cast her way as she sat in the chair at Duke's side away from the Negress. 
She was grateful for the tall glass of whiskey he had silently poured her 
earlier and drank heavily from it, periodically refilling it as it emptied. 
It helped and she knew she could not have stood the awful waiting and strain 
until Duke made some kind of move to indicate what her fate was going to be 
for the evening. She knew too that the thought had been on his mind. If he 
took her tonight he would have the wrath of the Negress to deal with, but if 
he didn't, he knew he would have to give her to the others. Her eyes had 
wandered once to the far corner of the room to the filthy bed where they had 
raped and ravished her so long and so brutally last night and she found 
herself muttering a silent prayer that he wouldn't let them do that to her 
again. She just could not stand it, no matter what she had to do. 

"It's gitting late, baby," the Negress suddenly broke the heavy silence, and 
touched Duke's arm. "Let's me and you go git in the bed." 

Duke remained silent but it brought response from the others. Coke, 
obviously selected to be their spokesman, rose and walked over behind 
Susan's chair. He placed a hand on her trembling shoulder and spoke 
haltingly to the leader. 

"Man, you got Jodie tonight, ain't no reason we cain't have the honky again, 
is there?" 

Duke looked up at him and for the first time since the meeting had ended 
several hours earlier smiled. 

"Yeah, man, theah's a reason," he said drunkenly. "She's sleepin' in my pad 
tonight." 

Susan's heart skipped a beat and a sudden strange feeling of relief ran 
through her shaking body. It wasn't much, but at least she wouldn't be raped 
by all three of the others tonight. It was a shallow victory but one that 
under the circumstances was an important one. 

"Baby," the Negress on the other side of him pleaded in disbelief. "You 
cain't mean that. That's a honky bitch and we've all swore we'd kill 'em 
ail." 

"Shut up," he said angrily without looking at her. "When I say the word, 
don't you or no body question it." 

"But, baby," she whimpered next to him. "We bin together a long time and 
done a lot." 

"Shut up, I said," Duke snarled and slapped her hard across the face. "Ya 
heard my decision." 

The Negress sat with a stunned expression for a moment, hurt registering in 
her eyes and then ... without the slightest warning ... leaped panther-like 
across the table knocking the surprised Susan to the rough pine board floor 
with a crash. Her hands tangled wildly in her hair pulling savagely at it as 
though her very life depended on it. Susan tried to fight back but it was 
hopeless. The girl in her insane jealousy possessed the strength of a demon 
and scratched and bit at the shrieking white girl until Susan thought it 
would never end. It seemed an eternity but was only an instant until the 
shouting Duke wrenched the half crazed Negress from her and threw her 
brutally across the room. She landed with a dull thud against the wall and 
lay sobbing out her misery in a piteous heap on the floor as the enraged 
Duke stood protectively over the trembling body of Susan ten feet away. 

He glared over at the limp and quivering form of the Negress as though 
contemplating the worst of all possible punishments and then snarled to the 
others so that the sobbing Jodie could hear: 

"You guys got 'er tonight," he said venomously, and then added, "Stitch, you 
first." 

The light skinned Negress' head raised from the floor, tears streaming down 
her face in utter disbelief. Her mouth gaped open in pain from the blow she 
had received when she hit the wall and she tried to speak but could only 
manage a piteous moan. 

"B-baby, n-no, please not him, please." 

But the combination of the frustration and humiliation Duke had gone through 
and the rebellion against his authority by her vicious attack on the white 
girl dulled his sense of mercy and he shouted at the disbelieving Stitch 
again. 

"Fuck 'er you stupid son-uf-a-bitch, she's all yours." 

There was no need for a second invitation. The imbecilic negro, spittle 
running from the corner of his mouth, covered the short distance between him 
and the prostrate girl with a single leap across the floor and landed 
heavily on her stomach, crushing the breath from her with a loud "ooomph." 
She tried to twist beneath him to escape but the suddenness and intensity of 
the attack was too much for the stunned Jodie and she lay writhing and 
twisting beneath his already humping body without the slightest chance of 
escape. Too much had been built up in his frustrated mind to lose the prize 
that was prostrate and helpless beneath him now. He t had missed the white 
girl when all the others had | had her and he had to be satisfied with 
masturbating over her ravished and beaten body. But now it was different, 
now he had something that he could vent his long smoldering lust upon. 
Something that he had always thought untouchable, and that thought incited 
his vicious attack all the more. It was the leader's girl, the one who had 
always Worded it over him and teased him in his idiotic ignorance and driven 
him half insane with her promised touches to his arm or a secret smile that 
she had given, safe in the knowledge that he would never dare touch her as 
long as she was Duke's girl. 

But now, now it had changed. She was a Sheik's favorite suddenly thrown in 
anger to the camel drivers whom she had teased and tormented from afar for 
so long. 

Susan watched in terror from the position in which she had fallen from the 
attack a few moments before. She wanted to cry out and help the girl but 
could not. It had all happened so suddenly and without warning that she was 
not really certain what was going on around her. Her mind would not work and 
she lay frozen, eyes agape at the terrible spectacle transpiring before her 
horror-stricken face. 

The half-crazed Stitch, eyes bulging from uncontrolled animal lust, pulled 
the Negress' half resisting body up to him and slammed his large thick 
rubbery lips on hers. It was savage and brutal and the tan skinned girl 
slipped away with the strength of a sudden burst of fear. He slapped her 
then, his face hard and vicious. The blow landed across her mouth with such 
force that she fell back to the floor her head hitting with a loud thud that 
resounded across the room like a cannon shot. Susan thought surely she must 
be unconscious, but the still struggling girl even then slipped from his 
grasp and was half-way to her knees before he caught her. 

His second blow landed at the side of her head and was with his full balled 
fist. Her head jolted to the side crazily and she managed a half 
intelligible plea from between loose half-conscious lips. 

"Duke, baby, don't let 'em, don't let 'em do it to me." 

Susan looked to him, a silent plea for the Negress in her own eyes but it 
was useless. She had picked the wrong time to question him and her 
punishment was final. He would not have interfered now even if he had wanted 
to, it was their law and could not be changed. 

Stitch hit her again as the others watched gleefully from the distance of 
the other side of the room. They knew their turn would come soon with the 
luscious, haughty bitch who had lived under Duke's protection for so long 
and they would take their full measure of revenge like so many jackals 
feasting upon the remains of a once proud but wounded lioness. 

Her body was half limp now and Susan watched in stunned horror as the crazed 
Stitch, frothing at the mouth from his passion began brutally tearing at her 
clothes. The half insensible girl did not stand a chance as her blouse and 
bra were brutally ripped from her still struggling body. Her full tan 
breasts fell free from the tight restricting binding and quivered nakedly in 
the air. She tried to rise but he smashed her back to the floor again, 
hooking his fingers in the top of her tight fitting slacks and ripping them 
down over her wildly thrashing ankles to the floor. Another vicious blow to 
the face stilled her for a moment and his hands tore the last of her 
protective clothing, her white nylon panties, from her with a body with a 
sadistic jerk. She was completely naked now and helpless before the brutal 
attack and lay almost lifeless beneath the jet black negro, her tan skin 
contrasting obscenely in the dim flickering light of the fire. 

There was no resistance left but the pent-up passion of the dim-witted negro 
roared on. He rolled her to her stomach flat on the floor and muttering 
vague and unintelligible obscenities kneaded and tore at the soft yielding 
flesh of her buttocks, her back, and her thighs, with an insane intensity 
that brought tears to Susan's gaping eyes. 

And then, with a savage jerk of her shoulder, he rolled her over again on 
her back and forced her legs brutally apart. He kneeled up for a moment 
between her full coffee colored thighs, dropping his pants to his knees with 
a quick movement of his hand, and then fell forward crushing her tan body 
with an animal-like grunt hard down into the floor. 

Their feet were facing Susan not more than three feet away and her eyes were 
centered on the wide split crevice of the helpless girl's vagina, the smooth 
pink flesh of the stretched opening presenting a quivering and unimpeded 
target of soft wetness in a sparse forest of jet black pubic hair. Her 
buttocks were smashed flat to the rough pine-board floor beneath, with his 
monstrous thick black cock insinuated down between the crevice that split 
the smooth, full rounded moons. The large oversized, bulbous head touched 
the floor beneath and Susan was close enough that she could see it was wet 
and sticky where his seminal fluid had seeped out the narrow opening at the 
tip in his wild excitement of the rape of the untouchable beauty that had 
been thrown to him so unexpectedly a few short seconds ago. 

He wasted no time with preliminaries and the horrified white girl lying 
prostrate at the couples feet gasped as she saw the muscles of his ebony 
buttocks tighten as they lifted high in the air over the up-turned loins of 
the moaning and pleading Negress. It poised at the wet wide stretched 
opening of her visibly palpitating cunt for what seemed an eternity, and 
then jerked forward brutally to disappear between the soft, fleshy, down 
covered folds between her legs with a wet slithering rush that brought a 
long painful scream from the spread-eagle girl. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaghhhhh!" 

A chill ran the full length of Susan's spine causing her body to jerk 
spasmodically on the floor where she had not moved since the Negress had 
smashed her there in her jealous rage a century ago. Her mouth gaped open 
and her eyes widened, half in revulsion and half in a sudden obscene memory 
that flooded through her mind without warning. She was standing at the door 
of her mother's bedroom again and peering in at the horrible lewd spectacle 
of her fiancee's father spearing into her own shameless mother's hungry 
nibbling vagina, except this time the broad thick penis pistoning into the 
wide-spread loins before her eyes was jet black and the buttocks jiggling 
beneath its vicious attack were young, firm, and tan. But the setting was 
the same, only this time she was closer and could see with all too vivid 
clarity the giant cock sink to the hilt and disappear into the pink slit 
between the cruelly spread thighs, until only a tiny little stretch of it 
was still visible, black and moistly glistening beneath the huge black balls 
that dangled sperm-filled and bloated down from the crevice of the negro's 
ass. 

Susan was too horrified to make a sound but moaned beneath her breath as the 
imbecilic Stitch lay still, soaking the full length of his giant throbbing 
cock inside the moist softness of the girl's quivering belly for a few 
tortuous seconds, and then with a deep throated groan born of animal lust 
began to fuck her savagely with long hard strokes that carried the full 
monstrous length of his prick. The helplessly impaled mulatto girl groaned 
and writhed painfully beneath the driving force of the negro's pounding body 
as he reached down her legs under her knees and pulled up viciously, bending 
her thighs all the way back to her shoulders to give him greater access to 
the open wet entrance of her cunt. Jodie choked and sputtered beneath him in 
agony and the sudden humiliation of being thrown to the gang idiot like this 
to be used and raped as his dim-witted mind dictated. 

A moment ago, she had been a proud and untouchable queen, the girl of the 
ghetto leader, but now she was just another piece of female flesh that would 
from now on be passed among them to be fucked and used as each of them in 
turn would so desire and when they would desire. Her humiliation knew no 
bounds and she grunted and moaned beneath her wildly pumping attacker as 
though the world had suddenly ended. 

"Duke, baby, noooooo, make him stop. God, make him stop!" 

Her face was contorted in pained disbelief at her sudden fall into the 
depths of gang whoredom from which she could never return. Her long black 
silky hair flailed from side to side on the rough dirty floor, tiny mewling 
pleas for mercy and relief from the pain and humiliation rolling from her 
tortured lips. But Duke ignored her and sat silent. He had spoken and there 
was no more to be said. 

; 

"Ohhhh God, Duke, Duke, stop him, stop him," she moaned on as the black 
glistening body between her legs began to fuck into her with greater and 
greater desperation. 

"Shut up," Duke finally snarled dowel at her twisting and struggling form. 
"Let 'em fuck ya " 

"Nooooo, noooo," she screamed, hearing his words above the wildly panting 
mouth at her ear. "Not this idiot, not this idiot." 

But her pleas and shouts were suddenly cut brutally short by a hand smashing 
across her face as Stitch heard through his inflamed passion the insults 
leaping from her lips. He crushed this thick rubbery mouth tight down over 
hers drowning out with a wet slobbering finality the further screams 
building in her throat. He dug his fingers cruelly and hard into the firm 
large mounds of her breasts and Susan thought surely he was going to kill 
the girl from the back breaking position into which he was forcing her with 
greater and greater strength. 

She was bent nearly double now, with her knees scraping painfully into the 
roughness of the floor back over shoulders. His long thick cock pistoned 
like a log into the ever expanding softness of her cunt and Susan could hear 
the harsh slap of his sperm inflated balls beating a lewd and orgasm 
building rhythm against the tight tiny anus nestled in the crevice below her 
filled and battered vagina. She tried to close the sound from her ears but 
it would not go. She tried to close her eyes and shut off the sight of the 
horrible ravishment taking place so close in front of her but they flickered 
open [ again involuntarily hypnotized by the bestial assault. 

The demented negro began to go wild now with passion and sadistic delight at 
the same time. He b twisted and turned her body beneath him like a limp 
rag-doll as he fucked into her with ever increasing speed and vigor, 
smashing the softness of her naked and open body hard down into the rough 
dirty boards of the Boor until Susan thought he would drive her completely 
through it. His hands pinched and pulled at her as she twisted and squirmed 
to escape the pain. His face above her was contorted into a wild mask of 
sadistic lust as his cock battered into her machine gun like, expanding and 
growing to ever horrifying proportions before the bulging eyes of the 
cringing white girl peering up between his legs at the rigid column of wet, 
pistoning black flesh. 

Susan held her breath and gasped as she watched the tiny folds of pink flesh 
of the squirming Jodie's vagina withdrawing and sinking wetly back inside 
again -with each brutal thrust the crazed negro made into her. 

And then, her heart suddenly stopped, as she heard a low animal-like groan 
suddenly erupt from deep in the throat of the pumping Stitch and his rigid 
black pole of flesh skewing madly into the helpless girl beneath him began 
throbbing out its lewd hot liquid deep inside her quivering cunt. 

Susan could see it jerking forward and tunnel its way as deep inside the 
moaning and pleading Jodie as it could go to plant its sperm deep, deep up 
inside her. She could see the obscene white liquid of his pent-up passion 
bubbling up and overflowing out around his tightly sheathed cock and down 
the wide-spread crevice of Jodie's buttocks. 

Her legs kicked out helplessly in the air on either side of him and fell 
limply to the floor. It was over and there was no more reason to resist. It 
had been done and nothing could take it back. The exhausted Stitch lay 
collapsed heavily for a moment 

I across her unresisting body, soaking his slowly deflating penis in the 
liquid depths of her cunt that he had filled completely a moment before. And 
then he slowly rose to his feet, pulling his pants up and buckling them as 
he did. His eyes were still locked on the tan goddess lying limply on the 
floor and they reflected the disbelief that still lingered that such a prize 
had been thrown to him so quickly and without warning. One moment she had 
been untouchable, and the next she was lying beneath his pounding hips with 
her legs split wide apart like any other piece of tail he had ever had, 
except infinitely better. 

Jodie lay exactly as he had left her. Not caring about a thing. Her world 
had been destroyed in that sudden rush of decision by Duke to throw her to 
the others. Nothing mattered anymore and she lay with her legs wide apart 
and the raw pink crevice between her thighs open and her body naked to the 
eyes of all surrounding her in the dim light of the room. Susan could see 
the contempt on Duke's face as he calmly watched the battered and used body 
of the girl he had protected and called his own until a few moments before. 
There was no compassion in his eyes now and Susan sensed that tonight he was 
destroying all that he was leaving behind before he began the horrible 
holocaust that would result from his actions tomorrow in the ghetto. He had 
changed in the last hours since the meeting with the well educated and 
smooth talking negro who had made him look such a fool in the eyes of his 
own companions and Susan found her self no longer able to judge him as she 
had before. She knew he was going to demand things from her and she had 
prepared herself for that knowing that she had no choice other than to 
submit again to the others as she had last night. But now, now she was 
frightened more of him in the state of mind he was in at this moment. There 
was no telling what he would do to her in his sudden anger with the world. 

There was a groan from the floor. 

The naked tan body had moved and seemed to come back to life. Her head was 
raised from the floor and she was looking at the drunken Duke sitting in his 
chair at the table with hate filled eyes. Her mouth was contorted in an 
animalistic snarl that reeked of cold contempt. 

"You weak-livered son-of-bitch," she spat up at him in her anguish. "You 
want that honky, you take that honky. But I'm gonna get her. I'm gonna make 
her pay like she ain't never paid before." 

She lay for a second longer staling coldly through the distance that 
separated them and then slowly lifted herself from the floor. It was then 
that Susan could see how beautifully built the girl really was. It was a 
strong animal kind of body whose tight muscles rippled faintly under the 
thin tan skin that those of her kind always have and yet did not destroy the 
illusion of a perfect and soft femininity that appeared as though it would 
break if touched too hard. She was lithe and strong like a cat and had full 
ripe breasts that protruded out from her chest like two ripe succulent 
cantaloupes. Her waist was narrow and flowered out below to full boned hips 
that coupled with the firm, full roundness of her well formed thighs 
presented the most delectable picture of animal sensuality that Susan had 
ever seen. Her black flashing eyes added to the mysterious beauty she 
possessed but their hatred and the horrible threats spewing from her 
venom-filled mouth sent a cold chill of foreboding 



| rippling through Susan's body. She knew the girl in 

q her wild uncontrolled anger would go to any 

g lengths to take her revenge on her if she got the slightest opportunity 
and her sole chance of survive 

l al revolved back to Duke again. She had to stick to him at all costs now 
as her very life would be in danger if the fallen and humiliated Negress 
ever got her under her control for even a second. 

Involuntarily she found her hand snaking across the floor by her side and 
closing over the sitting Duke's ankle. Her fingers closed around it in a 
silent prayer for protection from the hate-filled eyes of the dethroned 
Negress glaring at her. There was no one else to turn to, she had to hang on 
to him no matter what kind of humiliation and degradation she would be 
exposed to. He was the only one with the strength and power to save her now. 

Duke smiled to himself through the haze of the alcohol as he felt the sudden 
pressure against the sides of his ankle. He knew instinctively what it took 
to bring a girl to her knees whether they were white or black. They were all 
the same and give them a little competition mixed with fear and they would 
come around. He had done this before between girls of his own kind and it 
had never failed. The anger of the one losing favor with the leader always 
drove the other into a dependency on him that she could not control. 

And now it had worked again. 

The little white bitch was groveling at his feet out of sheer terror of what 
would happen to her if he let the vanquished Negress get at her. He would 
enjoy her tonight. Yes, he would take all she had to give and then some. 
After all, she was one of them who put him in the position he was in today. 
She was a honky and he kept telling himself he shouldn't forget that in 
spite of the softness he felt toward her. She was the enemy against which he 
would be going to war tomorrow and he couldn't let emotion interfere. But, 
even as the thoughts ran through his mind, he knew emotion would enter into 
it. She evoked a certain gentleness in him that he had never really felt 
before and he couldn't quite understand it. There had never been room in his 
life for this kind of weakness and he found it disconcerting to him. It had 
almost torn him apart last night when he had lain in the bed in the other 
room and listened to her piteous cries and squeals as his companions had 
fucked her until she couldn't walk but he had dared not interfere. He had 
lost her for that night in a game of his own choosing and the tight knit 
honor code that bound him and the others together would not permit him to 
refuse the stakes he had lost. But, he would not make that mistake again. 
She was his now for as long as he could keep her here. Jodie could keep the 
others happy for awhile and he would not have to worry about them. He was 
certain they had been looking forward to it for a long time the way she had 
teased them and all. They would be happy to really put it to her for a 
change. He knew they wouldn't be easy on her but it didn't really matter 
now. Nothing mattered anymore with what he had to do tomorrow. He was 
starting a war that would not end for years to come and was certain to lead 
to the total destruction of his people. The honkies weren't going to stand 
by and see Chicago, New York, and all the other big cities burned to the 
ground without getting mad and killing somebody. And ... the thing that 
angered him most was the smooth talking bastard who had planned out the 
whole thing would be off safe in Detroit or somewhere where the action 
wasn't taking place. It was the people like himself that were going to die. 
Those that were too stupid to do anything else but be down where all the 
fire was going to be. He felt as though he were being used as he had never 
been used before in his life and also knew there wasn't a damn thing he 
could do about it. A guy had to know about laws and going down to Cuba and 
places like that to get money and how to make speeches to get people angry 
so they would fight and die for something they were going to get anyway if 
they just waited a little while longer. He could do none of these things and 
he knew it. He could set up a heist on a corner grocery store or a parked 
beer truck and he could use a shive like no one else, but, that was all he 
could do. His usefulness in this new world had almost ended. Tomorrow would 
be his final act and he would be doing the only thing he knew how to do 
well. 

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the tightening of the white girl's 
hand around his ankle on the floor. He looked up and could see the snarling 
face of the half crouched Jodie glaring through the distance over at her. 
She was ready to spring again at the cringing Susan though her legs were 
wobbly and the strength was almost gone from her body from the vicious screw 
she had just been given by the demented Stitch. 

Duke spoke quickly. 

"Git 'er, Shorty, fast," he commanded. 

There was no hesitation and Shorty's body hurtled instantaneously across the 
room, intercepting the angered Negress before she left her feet. They landed 
in an entangled heap in the center of the room with a loud crash. There was 
another "Oooomph" from the pain-wracked lips of Jodie as Shorty's full 
weight came dowel directly on top of her naked body. She jerked for a moment 
beneath him and then lay limp, totally devoid of all strength and power to 
resist. 

He sat up on top of her, an expectant grin playing lewdly across his fat 
thick lips. He too had waited a long time until Duke tired of this haughty 
little bitch and threw her open to the others. She had swished her teasing 
little ass around too much showing them what she had and knowing full well 
she wouldn't have to pass it around. Well, by God, now she'd get hers. He 
had often thought of those tight little well formed tan lips closing over 
the head of his long black cock and what a picture it would make. 

Well, now he was going to see. He was going to make her suck him until she 
made him cum like a bull in that proud little mouth that had been too good 
for him and the others while Duke was protecting her. He felt a sudden jerk 
beneath his pants as he visualized her swallowing his hot warm load as he 
spewed it all the way down her throat. He reached down and ran his hands 
greedily over her neck, feeling the smooth tight hollows giving before the 
slight pressure he exerted. He circled his thumbs up over the full sensuous 
lips and pushed them gently apart to see the pink moist flesh of her tongue 
that would soon be circling around the hardness of his throbbing black penis 
like that of a coiling cobra. 

Susan could see his eyes burning in a lewd reflection of lust that again 
made her body tremble for the safety of the poor girl trapped beneath the 
weight of his thighs. She knew she should be grateful for the attack she had 
just been saved from but her mind would just not accept the horrible and 
crude thought of what was about to happen to the negro girl again. Her 
civilized training repelled the thought even though she was an avowed enemy 
that would have no more mercy upon her than a hungry she-wolf if she ever 
got her under her control. 

"Now, baby," she heard Shorty chuckle evilly down into the prostrate Jodie's 
face. "You and me gonna play games like you ain't nevah played before." 

The limp body of the Negress shuddered even as she lay limp beneath him. 
There was a certain horrified acceptance in her face because she knew there 
was no hope whatever of escape from the hopeless position she was in. 
Besides she had already been humiliated and defiled by the gang idiot to the 
point where nothing else mattered much. It could never be as bad as it had 
when she had to lay there and let him pump his lewd sperm deep up in her 
belly just like any common street whore that he had bought for a dollar down 
in the ghetto. 

No ... further resistance was useless. She had lost her protector and 
perhaps it was better to please as best she could to get them on her side 
for the revenge that she vowed to herself was going to follow. 

She had to get that little white bitch if it was the last thing she ever did 
in the world. She was the one who had toppled her position as queen of the 
gang and made her end up as being nothing more than a sadistic screw for 
those members of the gang that had been so inferior to her before and would 
never have dared touch her if the white bitch had not taken Duke from her. 

Yes, she would give it to them, all they wanted and how they wanted it, but 
she would take her revenge when she got the chance she knew was bound to 
come if she waited long enough. She would make the sweet little honky wench 
suffer as she was suffering now and know the indignities she was going 
through. There would be no mercy when her turn came and she would make 
certain she got it good, good and hard, right up to her white little tits. 

"You better be good, Jodie," Shorty was sneering above her. "You bin a hot 
little pants jist waitin' for me, ain'cha?" 

She glowered up at him with eyes of contempt and he reached down behind him 
and put his hands backwards between her thighs and forced them slowly apart. 
She let herself go, opening her legs before his harsh pressure and gritting 
her teeth trying to hold back the scream of revulsion building within her. 
He ran the tip of his finger up the slit of her vagina, still moist from the 
fucking Stitch had given to her a short while ago. She just lay still and 
let him do it to her. 

"You ain't fightin' no more, baby," he leered down at her. "Ole Shorty 
gittin' to ya?" 

The Negress closed her eyes from the pressure against the sensitive lips of 
her cunt and her face was impassive as though she wished she were dead at 
this very moment. The negro sitting across her naked stomach ran his hands 
gently, almost reverently over her hips and belly and then suddenly lost 
control and squeezed them with a cruel hard force that brought a sudden 
squeal from her lips. 

"Man, I never expected to git any o' this so soon," he grinned down at her 
nakedness beneath him. "But I ain't gonna fuck ya where Stitch done shot 
into ya. Baby, you gonna suck me till it runs outta ya ears." 

His head dropped suddenly and he bit hard into the round softness of her 
breast. His teeth sunk cruelly into her firm flesh making her jerk and 
squeal again. He laughed at her sudden pain and moved his mouth down over 
the smooth flatness of her belly biting into the softness of her skin all 
along the way. 

Susan watched with a vague detachment now. She had felt horror for so long 
that it was no longer horror and there was nothing she could do but lay o 
ill and watch. 

The Negress was squirming in earnest now attempting to escape the sharp 
nipping teeth biting into her. She pushed at the muscular negro's head with 
all her remaining strength but it was useless. He, like the imbecilic 
Stitch, had waited too long and the prize of taking this haughty young bitch 
wasn't going to pass through his hands now. 

He leaned up above her and looked down again at her naked flesh stretched 
beneath. His hands ran up over the narrowness of her waist and massaged at 
the firmness of her breasts again. It was obvious he was enjoying her 
torment beneath him and was delaying the final moment as long as he could 
hold out. He leaned back on his haunches and looked up and down the length 
of her tan body again. A slight gasp came from his lips as the full lovely 
symmetry registered in his gaping eyes. It reminded him, on a slightly 
slimmer and more muscular scale, of the white girl he had had with Coke last 
night except that Coke had got the sucking then. Now it was his turn to sink 
it between a set of warm soft lips and blow his balls deep down in her 
throat. This one would be particularly satisfying, he thought as he felt a 
hollow longing feeling begin deep in his testicles. 

Jodie lay limp now that his teeth were no longer tearing into her flesh. 
There was a look of resignation on her face that indicated she had resigned 
herself to accepting the degradations he was about to subject her body to. 
She hardly knew he was there now and the only thoughts that ran through her 
mind were of what she would do to the little white honky bitch that had 
gotten her into this degrading situation. Her lips curled at the corners of 
her mouth and a grim animal hatred registered in her eyes as the thoughts 
raced through her mind faster and faster. There was nothing that would be 
too good for the white bitch and she would make certain with all her being 
that she suffered like she had never suffered before. 

Shorty stood up and began stripping the clothes from his short ape-like 
body. 

"Baby, this is gonna take a long time," he smiled arrogantly down at her. 
"So you jist relax and enjoy it." 

He was naked now and stood above her with his long black cock standing 
straight out from his belly. 

"Git up," he suddenly growled at her. "I wanna see what ole Duke's been 
gittin' all this time before I mess it all up." 

The Negress rose shakily to her feet without hesitation. She knew better 
than to fight now, that would come later when she was ill a better position. 
Revenge against the white girl thundered through her mind as the short 
stocky negro turned her around and around pinching here and there at 
particularly sensitive spots on her body and bringing slight winces of pain 
from her lips. His mouth and eyes gloated lustfully on the provocative 
curves that had taunted him for so long and now were within his grasp. 

He reached out with his arm and pulled her to him running his hands down 
over the full firmness of her breasts, up and down the sides of her waist 
and full flaring hips, over her rounded ass and thighs until he could stand 
his own sadistic teasing no longer. 

His hands reached up and tangled cruelly in her black silken hair and he 
forced her protestingly down on her knees in front of him. Her face was held 
directly in front of the long rigid cock cleaving out from has belly. There 
was a strained grimace on her face and her eyes were open wide as she saw it 
slowly moving under the tip of her nose toward her lips. The short squat 
negro grinned like an evil devil above her and rubbed the warm moist head 
stickily around the sides of face and cheeks as he maintained the steel 
tight grip in her hair with his straining hands. 

Susan watched the girl's proud black eyes that had flashed in strength and 
anger such a short time ago close in bitter humiliated subjugation as she 
felt the obscene, sticky prick rubbing over the softness of her facial 
flesh. 

"Open your mouth," the negro hissed down at her. She hesitated for a moment 
and he jerked his hands in her hair causing a short gasp of pain to slip 
from lips. 

He pressed forward as they opened to emit a soulful cry and brushed the head 
gently back and forth against their wet lip-stick covered softness. She 
started to cry again but it came out muffled and low as he pushed the sound 
back down her throat with the throbbing head of his cock. 

"Now suck on it, ya bitch," he gloated from above the top of her head. "Git 
with it and suck, baby. Them lil lips of yours ain't too good for it any 
more." 

His hands tightened in her hair again and his lips bared back over the 
whiteness of his teeth as he pulled her face slowly forward, sliding the 
warm moist flesh of her saliva filled mouth over his throbbing cock. 

"Suck," he hissed again, warning this time in his voice. 

Her lips began to nibble slightly on it from fear of the pain that would 
come if they did not. Susan could see the sudden change in the snarling 
black face standing over the kneeling girl as he felt the first moist 
suction begin around his rapidly growing prick. His eyes bulged down as he 
watched the now subjugated girl's working mouth hollowing around his long 
black column protruding into it. Susan trembled again as she remembered 
through her tortured mind the long black instrument that had spewed its hot 
lewd sperm into her own tortured mouth last night and found herself moaning 
again under her breath in sympathy with the Negress kneeling like a slave 
now before the dark undulating hips of the squat muscular negro. 

He ripped at her hair again. 

"Suck it harder, baby," he commanded with a deep throated growl. "Put some 
skin around it." 

Her tongue tangled around him bringing another deep throated groan from his 
lips. The girl began to work now as though she enjoyed it and her tongue, 
lips, and teeth all pressed close and moist around him until Susan could see 
his shining black buttocks tense together as he jerked forward deeper into 
the warm soft cavern of the girl's hot moist mouth. 

"Oooooohhh, baby, that's it, baby. Suck it, suck it," he chanted above her 
bobbing head as she let herself go completely to end it as soon as she 
could. 

His hands snaked around the sides of her head now, stroking at the soft 
black silkiness of her hair and pulling and teasing at the lobes of her 
ears. His hips jerked back and forth wildly before her now uninhibited 
attack on his genitals and he moaned and muttered obscene filthy phrases 
down at her at the same time, making her move faster with his hands. 

Susan watched helplessly, her hand tightening around Duke's ankle in a 
silent prayer for protection from the horrible things that could happen to 
her if the other three negroes were to get their hands on her again. 
Terrible and sickening memories of the things they had done to her helpless 
and open body last night flickered through her mind in an unending train of 
obscene pictures of what her own full white body must have looked like as 
she had been buffeted between the short squat, Shorty, now fucking the 
kneeling Negress in the mouth, and the lean muscular Coke who was leaning 
against the wall stroking his hardened penis in his hands as he excitedly 
waited his turn with the proud, fallen queen of the gang. She found herself 
even longing for the moment she knew would come when he would take her from 
the room and begin doing those horrible things to her that all the others 
were waiting there turn for on the helpless Jodie. At least, it would get 
her out of this terrible room and away from the lewd licentious scene 
transpiring now before her. She didn't know if she could take much more of 
it without becoming sick. Anything would be better than this, even 
submitting to Duke. 

There was another groan from the ecstatic face of the squat negro as the 
kneeling tan girl sucked at his cock like a hungry calf feeding from a 
mother cow. The smooth hard texture filled her mouth to the bursting point 
as it expanded with each passing thrust into her warm wet cavern but she 
tried not think about that. She concentrated on the punishment she would 
mete out later when her chance came with the honky girl. Lewd and bizarre 
punishments ran through her mind at a rapid pace and it was only when the 
humping negro screwing her in the mouth would give an extra hard tug on her 
hair that her thoughts would return to the subservient task she was 
performing. 

He kept skewering further and further into her mouth so that she could feel 
the hard rubbery tip of the head of his cock grazing smoothly against the 
back of her throat. Her mouth was filled with warm moist saliva and made a 
smooth hot sheath around the monstrous instrument as it pummeled faster and 
faster into her face. His huge black balls beat a steady rhythm of lust and 
passion against the tip of her chin and she could feel him all wet there 
where some of the saliva in her totally filled mouth had drooled down from 
her lips and moistened the whole of her lower face. 

The ape-like Shorty was looking down at her now with a lust contorted face 
that glistened of savage desire as he felt her begin to suck him with a 
moist, nibbling, sucking motion as he crushed his sweating loins at her face 
and ground his fingers cruelly into the side of her head. He wanted this 
proud little bitch that had been putting them all on for so long to swallow 
it when he squirted his hot load in her mouth. He wanted to debase her 
completely for all the times he had wanted her and yet not dared touch her 
for fear of Duke's anger. 

But now, now he had her where he had always wanted her and would bend her to 
his complete will if it was the last thing he ever did. In fact, it was even 
sweeter than he ever expected it could be because the fallen queen knew that 
Duke was watching her every move as she was forced to lick and suck like a 
common whore and that must have increased her humiliation and hurt no end. 
He crooned on his obscenities down at the top of her now wildly bobbing head 
as he watched with gleaming eyes the black flesh of his cock disappear into 
the tight oval hole formed by her full wide stretched lips and saw them 
clasping around it wetly like the lips of a vagina. 

Her eyes were closed tight now in her shame and humiliation and his lunging 
cock felt as though it were being tormented by a thousand tiny needle-sharp 
pins stinging into it like a pin-cushion. There was a rush in his brain that 
sounded like the roar of a hundred waterfalls and he knew he could hold back 
no longer. 

It had to be now! 

He thrust his thick, glistening cock deep into her mouth and arched his 
pelvis forward toward her face, pressing at the same time against her cheeks 
with the tips of his fingers so that her mouth was tighter around it and he 
could feel the full force of it and expanding in the softness between her 
tongue and the roof of her mouth until a thousand electric sensations seemed 
to be pressing in on him all at once. He gripped her head between his hands 
with a savage jungle scream, feeling all his passion rushing from the warm 
haven of his testicles to the bloated head of his cock and rammed it deep 
with all his lust inspired power far into her throat. 

She choked and sputtered for a single, long held minute, and then, he 
emitted a coarse, deep-throated moan and his hot sticky sperm shot in a 
thick warm jet deep into the confines of her open, sucking mouth. He held 
her head in front of him with a strong vice-like grip until he had emptied 
himself completely into the once proud queen's sperm filled mouth and then 
sank helplessly back onto the floor behind him. 

His soft deflated cock slipped with a wet sucking noise from between her cum 
covered lips, a thin string-like trickle of white still connecting them 
together. The hollows of her throat worked for long moments afterwards, 
swallowing in great gulps the liquid white fluid he had creamed into her 
throat. 

Susan's horrified mind was jerked suddenly from the lewd, obscene sight of 
the negro cumming into the helpless girl's mouth by a pair of hands that had 
reached under her armpits and were suddenly lifting her from the floor where 
she lay. She was half aware of being dragged across the rough pine board 
floor toward the bedroom where her dimly aware mind knew it was her turn to 
be fucked again into insensibility as she had been last night on the bed in 
the filthy unkempt bed in the corner. She started to scream but it was 
choked deep down inside her chest by the sudden realization that if she did 
it would only make matters worse. She half struggled to her feet to ease the 
pain of her legs scraping against the floor and half walked, half staggered, 
in the arms of the drunken now lust incited Duke to the bed where she knew 
she must pay her ticket to safety from the other two negroes who were even 
now lifting the prostrate form of the used and humiliated Jodie to the bed 
for further and even more obscene acts of sexual depravity. 

Chapter 4 

Susan dimly heard the door shut behind them as Duke kicked it shut with his 
foot. It didn't stay completely closed but swung open slightly so that it 
didn't shut away the piteous moaning sounds of the distraught Jodie being 
assaulted again on the bed where Susan, herself, had been so bitterly 
humiliated last night. She wanted to cry out and plead with him to shut the 
door to take her mind from what was happening to the poor negro girl and 
what was about to happen to her. But she dared not make a sound now as the 
tone of the negro leader's mood had changed and she was frightened of what 
he might do if she uttered the slightest protest. 

He pulled her toward the bed against the wall and let her drop face down 
across it. She hadn't the strength or sense of will to move and listened as 
though in a trance as she heard him stripping the clothing from his dark, 
muscular body and drop them heavily to the floor. The heavy metallic belt 
buckle hit with an incongruous thud that caused her to jump slightly from 
the surprise of the sudden, coarse sound. Then there was silence, except for 
the occasional male grunts of passion mixed with whimpering feminine 
protests coming through the door from the other room. 

Susan tensed her body and waited for the touch of his hands on her back but 
there was none. Instead, he stood for a long moment looking down at her in 
the dim light from the candle he had lit before removing his clothes. She 
didn't have to turn her head to know he was studying her as she could almost 
feel the hot trails of desire and admiration his eyes left behind them as 
they roved over her reclining form. 

"You're pretty," she suddenly heard through the screams coming from the 
other room and her first reaction was to turn her head and see where the 
strange, suddenly tender, voice came from. It was Duke as she could see no 
one else through the hazy blurred vision of her straining eyes. But it was a 
Duke that she did not recognize from the tenderness with which he spoke. The 
very softness of his voice sheared the harsh ghetto accent away and made him 
something else! something human that she had mysteriously felt in him but 
had not seen until this instant. It unsettled her and yet confused her 
thoughts. She had considered them nothing but a bunch of wild animals that 
roamed the streets taking what they wanted by virtue of their strength alone 
just as they had abducted her and used her as they wished. But now with the 
sudden tenderness of the leader, whom she had feared most of all because of 
his power of life or death over her, she was no longer certain. 

"I hope they didn't hurt 'cha," he spoke again, making no move to approach 
the bed even though he had prepared himself to take her. 

"No, no they didn't," she found herself saying without thinking about it, 
then realizing it was the first time she had spoken voluntarily except to 
plead for herself since she had become their captive. 

She felt the bed give beneath his weight as he sat down beside her when he 
heard her speak. She cringed away from his nakedness from habit though she 
was not as frightened by it as she had been in the beginning. There was 
really nothing more for her to fear except death itself. They had done 
everything to her that was imaginable and she was not so certain that 
perhaps death now wouldn't be preferable to facing the world again after the 
brutal and sadistic sexual depravities she had been subjected to since being 
taken from the street last night. Yes, she thought, death would be 
preferable if it did not involve pain because she could not stand that and 
knew she could be bent to their will with it anytime as she had been last 
night by the brutal beating she had received with the leather belt. 

His hand came to rest softly on her back and surprisingly to her, her body 
did not jerk automatically away. She had been so beaten and abused in the 
last twenty four hours that she supposed nothing could really move her now 
unless it were being thrown to the others to use as an obscene plaything as 
before. Yes, she was much better off with Duke than the poor Jodie, whose 
pleas for mercy from the other room had now changed to soft helpless groans 
of outrage at the indecencies being committed on her helpless body. Susan 
found herself wondering what they were doing to her now and shuddered as she 
pictured all three of them hovering over the prostrate girl's form on the 
bed, each pleasing themselves in a different way as they had done with her 
last night. 

Duke's hand moved slowly on her back, mistaking her slight tremble from the 
lewd picture that had formed in her mind, for the beginning of surrender. 
The half drunken negro was right. The girl had surrendered but not for the 
reason he so much wanted her too. The will to resist had been totally 
destroyed because there was nothing else he could do to her that had not 
already been done. She could stand the threat of sudden pain no more and her 
fatigue-wracked body was almost beyond feeling anything but the desire for 
the peace from which it had been so cruelly disturbed when it had been 
thrown into the car by the gang of negroes so long, long ago. She was his, 
both mind and body now and the tenderness with which he touched her helped 
quiet her fears of further pain so that she lay and let him play with her as 
he wished. 

The negro, sobering slightly from the sight of the voluptuous young white 
girl stretched languidly on the bed beside him, gazed down at her with an 
almost religious reverence. He would have given anything in the world at 
that moment if he could have possessed something like her under different 
circumstances. The whiteness of her skin made no difference but it was what 
she stood for. She was clean, innocent, and untouched, except for the rape 
she had been subjected to by force and that didn't count. And even now he 
would have given anything if it hadn't happened and things could have been 
different and he had been born in another world. He might have had her then, 
or at least one like her, that he could have won on his own merits the way a 
woman should be won. Now, with tomorrow so close and the job he had 
committed himself to do, he knew it could never happen. Particularly, after 
today when he had gotten a glimpse of what the new an black world run by the 
new breed held in store for him. That is, if he even lived through tomorrow. 
A lot of people were going to die and he knew it. People he had grown up 
with and known all his life, perhaps even one of his younger brothers or 
sisters who would undoubtedly wander down to see the excitement. 

And ... there was nothing he or anyone else could do to stop it now. It had 
smoldered too long and he and the others like him were too stupid to fight 
any other way. They had never been taught otherwise like the new breed and 
had no choice but to follow them into the sea like the children of Hamlin 
dancing blindly behind the Pied Piper. 

He wished, also, with all his heart he could explain this to the white girl 
who might understand better why he needed her so much tonight. But, he knew 
he couldn't. They were a complete world apart and he could never put the 
words together that could even begin to describe how he felt. She would have 
to go on forever believing he was just an inhuman black brute because he 
didn't have at this moment, the time or words to convince her otherwise. 

Time had just run out on everything. 

Susan felt her body begin to shiver as his hands moved down over her soft 
round buttocks and began pushing the hem of her tattered and dirty dress up 
the backs of her thighs. She could hear him breathing heavily behind her and 
wanted to turn and look at his face to see if it reflected the sudden 
gentility with which his hands moved but she didn't dare. She was afraid it 
would end suddenly and he would without warning again erupt into the 
violence he had the first time he had taken her in the car. He nudged her 
hips up from the bed and she lifted without resistance to the gentle 
pressure to allow him to slip the silken garment up the full length of her 
body and over her head. 

"Oooooh," she murmured as he ran his hands in a long slow caress back down 
her back again and unhooked the brassiere that fell away without effort as 
she lifted for him to pull it from beneath her chest. Her breasts trembled 
and hardened slightly as they made naked contact with the unwashed sheet 
beneath them and she groaned again, not from pain but from some new alien 
tingle that began throbbing gently inside her flesh. 

His hands came down her back again and he hooked his fingers in the elastic 
band at the top of what was left of her nylon panties and gently pushed and 
pulled until they slipped reluctantly down over the full voluptuous moons of 
her buttocks and hips. They stuck momentarily at her thighs and she shook 
them slightly to help him and they slipped on down to her ankles and over 
her self-raised feet without further resistance. 

She was naked now before the negro but felt no intense fear. She had come to 
trust him in the last few minutes and sensed that he would not hurt her 
intentionally. In fact, the thought ran hazily through her mind, that he 
probably would stop if she pleaded with him. But, she had no intention of 
doing that now. He had saved her from another horrible evening at the hands 
of the other three depraved men and the venomous anger of the Negress and 
she sensed that it had not been totally through desire for her alone, but 
from a strange compassion that had arisen in him for her as a human being. 
She knew because his hands playing over the softness of her now quivering 
flesh were asking, not demanding. 

And, there was no other way she had to repay him. 

He sensed too that there had been a change in the white girl. She no longer 
cringed beneath his touch as she had done in the car or when she had sat 
next to him at the table. She did not even press to him desperately as she 
had when she had grasped his ankle for protection on the floor in the other 
room. Now, to his amazement, she seemed to desire it. Her body strained and 
worked with his hands as they coursed over her. He rubbed her buttocks in 
small tiny circles, gently pressing apart the two full white moons so that 
he could see the tiny puckered brown hole of her anus nestled there so open 
and vulnerable. He thought of bending over and kissing it but decided 
against it. He did not want to do anything that would raise her guard and 
perhaps snap her from the relaxed mood she was in at this moment. He cupped 
the firm full cheeks of her ass again and then slid his fingers slowly down 
them and into the crease caused by the pressure of her thighs lying so close 
together. 

He expected them to clench tightly shut as he pressured gently down between 
them with his hand but was surprised when they fell limply open without 
resistance of any kind. He pushed his hand up between their full satin-like 
softness until his fingers came into sudden wet contact with the soft down 
of the thin blond pubic hair growing tantalizingly up between her legs. He 
tried to press his finger up between the soft moist flanges of her vagina 
but she jerked spasmodically away, not from fear or revulsion, but from the 
unexpected contact that sent a shiver of warm rippling sensation running up 
the nerves of her naked back. 

She groaned, vaguely aware of his hands turning her body on the bed so that 
she was flat on her back and the whole of her naked front was presented up 
to him in a delicious photograph of hollows and secret indentations. 

She was just as he remembered her last night when he had made her stand 
naked before the fire and had taunted the others with the prize he 
possessed, a taunt he lived to regret an hour later when the cards had gone 
against him and he had lost her to them. Yes, she was just as she was then, 
firm and young, and her body shook as though filled with passion. 

He kneeled beside running his hands reverently over her breasts, her flat 
white belly, her thighs, up and down over her unprotected nudity with 
shaking hands that brought forth small animal mewls of pleasure from between 
her tightly closed teeth. His passion was increased as he watched the 
contrast of his ebony dark hands moving over and bringing the gasping and 
quivering response from the white, white of her body. 

He watched her open her eyes and look up at him for a moment, the 
hazel-blueness shadowed by the dim smoky veil of building passion that was 
beginning to course through her. 

Susan, somewhere back in the distant ages since his hands had reached for 
her body, had drifted into a strange unknown world of sudden deep, soft 
pleasure of the flesh. She had lain beneath his hands at first in fear, then 
in grim realization that she had a debt to pay. Now ... all conscious 
thought of why she was here or who her slowly flaming body was writhing 
beneath was lost in her memory. It no longer mattered as she felt the tiny 
licking flames running all around her, between the softness of her inner 
thighs, out the tips of her now throbbing and pebble-hard nipples, and down 
again to the burning core of her vagina where it roared in white hot heat 
like the interior of a blast furnace. 

"Oh God," her voice whispered softly without even knowing it had been said. 
"Oh God." 

He pressed his thick rubbery lips down over hers and immediately felt the 
hard rigid pressure of her tongue spearing up into his mouth in her 
unconscious quest for a warmer, wetter contact with the devil-like thing so 
deliciously torturing her body. 

His hands continued rummaging over her and he ran them between her thighs 
which did not jerk away this time but which opened voluntarily to admit him 
to the very core of her being. He could feel the warm center of her loins 
flexing almost imperceptibly in passionate answer to his naked touch. 

"Aaaah, aaaaah," she was sighing continuously up into his lips, her tongue 
pushed up into his and circling deep around inside as though searching 
desperately for another entrance to his mouth. 

Her passion spurred his own. Disbelief buzzing through his brain that this 
could be happening. Last night in the car he had brutally ripped this 
voluptuous white girl's virginity from between her legs in a brutal rape and 
yet tonight she was writhing and twisting beneath him as though she were his 
slave. 

He could not stand it another minute and he moved over, slithering on top of 
her warm, soft, white body like a protective blanket. He could feel it 
quivering helplessly out of control under him and reached down his sides 
with both hands and drew her unresisting thighs up the sides of hips until 
the whole of her wet, throbbing vaginal slit was presented up to him in 
welcome sacrifice He held them there for a long tortured moment and started 
to reach down and implant himself inside her but at the last second he 
stopped. 

He wanted her total surrender tonight and it would be worth the risk of 
breaking the spell she was under now. It would make it all a thousand times 
more meaningful if she were to take him to her. He held his breath and spoke 
in a whisper. 

"Put it in." 

And he let his breath slowly out in a long gasp of relief as he felt her 
hand burrowing down without hesitation between them and her warm fingers 
close tightly around his rigid flesh. She stilled for a moment and he held 
his breath again in fear she would suddenly regain her senses and twist away 
from him. It was a long, long second later that he breathed out again in 
relief as he felt her thumb and forefinger tighten around the head of his 
pulsating penis and slowly but firmly push up. He gasped, and his lips bared 
back torturously over his white, ivory-like teeth as the thick black, 
foreskin peeled back up and she gently pressed the moist sensitive tip of 
his cock into the wet, fleshy folds of her vagina. He could feel the soft 
blond pubic hair grazing gently against it as it hung poised for entry 
between the tight, throbbing lips. The hot, smooth warmth was excruciating 
and it was all he could do to hold himself back from lunging forward to sink 
the whole of the heavy pulsating weight hanging down between his legs with 
one mighty flesh splitting thrust into the helplessly impassioned white 
girl's quivering and waiting belly. 

But he waited. 

He waited because she needed it and that's what he had wanted from her even 
though it tortured him beyond his wildest imagination and because he knew he 
had conquered her soul and she was completely at the mercy of his desires at 
this moment. The chance may never come again and he tortured himself, 
holding back the final plunge that would fuse them together in one great 
wet, pulsating mass of black and white flesh, to wring from her that one 
final admission of surrender that would bond them together as long as she 
lived. 

But she had to know it, she had to be conscious of it or it would mean 
nothing at all. She had to remember that she had done it, and done it 
because she had desired it more than pride itself. He would be leaving this 
world tomorrow. He could feel it because after today he had no place to go 
but he wanted to leave something behind that would make him live and that 
something would be forever sunk deep in her belly and no matter what she did 
from that moment on, no matter how many times after wards she was fucked, 
his cock would always be there with the others. She would remember and that 
would make him alive again but she just had to know it, she had to feel it 
within every pore in her body when he gave it to her and there was only one 
way. 

Susan lay groaning in tiny unintelligible gasps that seeped from between her 
tightly gnashed teeth like quick puffs of steam from a laboring locomotive 
making it's way up a steep and unclimbable incline. Her body ached and she 
was vaguely aware of a great black form hovering over her. Her legs and 
loins were wide apart and wet from a strange and delicious soft pressure 
that she herself remembered vaguely placing there an eternity ago and she 
hungered. Hungered deep inside her contracting womb as though it were a 
ravenous animal in a zoo waiting to be fed. Other animals were being fed and 
she could hear their cries of hungry feast in the distance, merged with the 
tortured squeak of rusty and ancient bedsprings in an adjacent room. Dim 
pictures of a tan, tortured form that she had seen ages ago, being crushed 
and mutilated beyond all recognition between black sweating bodies of ebony 
flickered through her hazy mind increasing the intensity of the weird 
pleasurable hunger a thousand times more than when it started. 

The negro levered up on his hands into a push-up position above the slowly, 
undulating body of the white girl. Her face was contorted in indescribable 
rapture and her lips were pursed in a wet rounded oval shaped with tiny 
wisping groans of half-conscious pleasure escaping from around the soft 
pinkness of her tongue circling moistly around the outside of her mouth. He 
looked down between the contrasting color of their bodies and could see his 
giant throbbing hardness pressed blackly into the liquid saturated folds of 
her pink and open cunt. The silken softness of her pubic hair surrounded the 
stump-like pole of flesh in a lust-inciting mixture of blond against 
glistening black that caused his cock to throb involuntarily against her. 

"Ooooooooh," she groaned unconsciously as she felt the wet, moist contact 
grow closer. 

He strained for all he was worth against the all consuming desire to ram 
forward at that very moment and impale her instantaneously like a ravished 
white goddess on a stake. There was too much of her that he had not tasted 
and he wanted it all. He would never have the chance again. 

He looked down at her large firm titties swaying out gently towards her ribs 
and quivering slightly with each soulful gasp that came from her mewling 
throat. They excited him and he had to have them in some way. He slithered 
forward up her chest and straddled her with one leg on either side of her 
ribs and gently placed his throbbing black cock in the narrow cleft between 
them so that her warm flesh enclosed it on both sides. 

Her eyes opened momentarily but flickered shut again quickly as though she 
too were afraid of the strange spell that hung over the room. Her mouth 
still hung open crooning softly into the dim light the candle cast. 

Duke's hands shook and he reached down and crushed the soft resilient mounds 
between his strong, sinewy fingers, making tiny ridges of white that stood 
up between their blackness like the whiteness of a moon in the dark sky. He 
kneaded and stretched at them watching them ooze through his hands like 
firm, flaccid foam rubber, soft, yet springing back into voluptuous shape 
the moment his pressure lifted. He pushed them together so that they met 
across her body and formed a velvety, yielding tunnel in which his cock was 
sensuously entrapped He pressed them hard so that the nipples met at the top 
and then began a gentle rocking motion, thrusting his whole rigidity through 
the warm, flaccid channel formed by the firm, white rounded, tits. As he 
pushed, the blue-black head of his cock appeared at the far end of the warm, 
soft tunnel and brushed gently against her chin leaving a tiny spot of 
moisture each time it touched from the seminal fluid seeping from it in his 
excitement. 

He kept up the slow rocking motion between her quivering breasts for several 
minutes, feeling his penis growing and expanding until he was afraid it F 
would erupt into a great gushing fountain of sperm f before he was ready He 
had to force himself to sit still for a moment and content himself with 
pushing and pulling at the maddening softness of the two throbbing mounds so 
warmly surrounding him. He tweaked at the nipples and rubbed them over the 
top of his cock together, one against the other, watching with bared teeth 
as they jerked and throbbed into a greater hardness that he had not thought 
possible. At the same time, he studied her face and the reaction it was 
having upon her. 

It was electrifying! 

Her eyes were open now and gazed unseeing up into the darkness of the 
ceiling. A thin smoky-veil of passion obscuring their dilated pupils. Her 
hips and ass writhed on the bed below, her thighs limply kicking out and 
then drawing up again as though searching for some invisible lover to draw 
inside of them. She was completely out of control and Duke knew that nothing 
he did now would matter, she would accept any degradation he would force 
upon her to quell the fire that was raging out of control in her vagina. 

There was just one thing more before he fucked her. 

His eyes locked on her full red sensuous lips still muttering nothings out 
into the air from her tortured need. They were wet and moist from her tongue 
swirling around them as she lay suffering beneath him in unfulfilled desire. 

He wanted to shove his cock down in between them and shuddered as the mere 
thought of that moist warm cavern closing around it caused it to jerk and 
almost ejaculate where it lay between her breasts. 

He moved up a little so that his knees were on either side of her neck and 
his long black cock throbbed out directly over her face, presenting her 
unseeing eyes a view of the pulsating sperm filled ridge running beneath it. 
His balls lay gently against her moistened chin. He sat still for a moment, 
feeling the firm resilient mounds of her breasts squashed down beneath his 
buttocks. He did not move to give her mind time to adjust to the change in 
position. Whatever he did had to be slow so as not to break the spell she 
was under. If she ever returned to total consciousness he knew her mind 
would fight the dictates of her body and he did not want her in rape 
tonight. He wanted her mad with desire. 

He placed both his hands gently down behind her head and lifted it up off 
the bed bending her neck up toward him so that her face and mouth were 
poised directly in front of the palpitating head of his cock. He pushed 
forward slightly, his buttocks rolling on the cushion of her breasts behind, 
until the tip of his penis was pressed gently between her slightly open 
lips. He groaned as he felt the soft lipsticked surfaces brush gently 
against the sensitive skin of the head Her lips closed at the first touch 
and he held his breath waiting for a sudden cry of protest ... but none 
came. 

Instead her lips fell limply open and her head pressed forward of its own 
volition without his having to pull her to him. The movement caught him by 
surprise as he thought she was beyond moving at all and he watched with 
unbelieving delight as the tight rounded ovals of lipstick covered mouth 
enclosed over the tightly stretched skin of his cock. He had never in his 
wildest dreams ever thought he would see the day when he could look down and 
see his jet black instrument skewering into the face of a white girl, 
particularly, one as beautiful and innocent as this one was ... and she was 
enjoying it. 

She had started using her tongue, slowly at first, and he could feel it 
swiping around him, causing his cock to jerk inside her mouth. Her lips were 
soft and smooth and clasped tightly to him in a close elastic ring. He could 
feel them with pained intensity moving down his prick and taking as much of 
him as she could in her mouth and surrounding him with the hot moist warmth 
of her saliva and the tender inner flesh of her tongue. He pressed his hands 
on either side of her hollowing cheeks and pressed inward. 

She began to suck him with a moist, nibbling pressure and her tongue licked 
and curled around him as though she had done this a thousand times and all 
the hunger burning deep in her vagina was now concentrated in one great gust 
of sensation in her mouth. Duke above her flailing head groaned incoherently 
pushed his hands tight against her cheeks. He wanted her to make him cum and 
he wanted to make her swallow it so that she would know later that he had 
bent her completely to his will, that he had dominated her as she would 
never be dominated again. He flexed his loins in and out at the near rounded 
open hole formed by her lips and rolled his buttocks around on her flaccid 
yielding breasts as though he were attempting to crush them down into her 
chest. He watched wild eyed from above as his black glistening flesh 
disappeared into her clasping lips like it were another hungry, nibbling 
cunt. He could feel all of himself, every nerve he possessed pulsating and 
throbbing between her lips and into the moist cavity and warmth of her 
saliva-filled mouth. 

His loins were growing hot and he was sweating between his legs and still 
she sucked, keeping his prick in her mouth, burying her face in his loins 
until he knew it was the end. The pressure building in his balls slapping 
against her chin as she worked in her unconscious and passion was 
excruciating and unbearable and his cock seemed to inflate and lengthen 
beyond anything it had ever done before. 

And then suddenly, there was a jerk in his loins and nothing in the world 
could have stopped the liquid white flow that was rushing like a waterfall 
up from his aching balls and out the tip of his jerking penis. He gripped 
her head tight between her hands and shoved his cock deep into her throat. 
She groaned beneath him as the first needle thin spurt of hot, fiery liquid 
flooded into the back of her mouth filling the warm moist cavity, bloating 
and stretching her cheeks until they almost burst. Her throat worked 
gluttonously, swallowing and sputtering to keep from choking on the white 
sticky semen as he emptied his balls relentlessly into the depths of her 
gullet 

Duke's body quivered above her as he felt the last of his masculinity 
drained from his rapidly deflating penis. He was momentarily exhausted and 
had to brace himself with his hands tangled in her hair to keep from falling 
to the side of the bed. He started to lift himself from her but to his 
amazement she would not let his deflated organ escape from her lips. She 
continued to suck gently, undulating her buttocks behind him down into the 
bed and rubbing her legs hungrily together as he watched with disbelief the 
thin tiny trails of white cum running down from the corners of her mouth to 
her chin below. He had never felt anything like it and it seemed as though 
he had been completely drained of all the strength and desire he ever 
possessed. 

But, after a short while his cock began to thicken again in the soft, now 
slippery warmth of her mouth. She licked it and bit it gently, seeming to 
take delight in her power to bring it to life again after its cataclysmic 
collapse. 

Then, when it had grown to full size once again and he thought he could 
never make love again as long as he lived, he felt desire begin to rekindle 
in his loins. She continued to nibble for a moment longer, swiping her 
slippery tongue around and around it until she was certain it was restored 
to its full length and power and then she let her head fall heavily back to 
the bed. The rejuvenated instrument slipped wetly from her mouth a small, 
thin string of semen still connecting her lips to it. Her eyes fluttered 
open and she looked up at him through smoky, desire ridden pupils for a 
moment and then pleaded in a desperate whisper: 

"Fuck me." 

The surprised negro wasted no time as he lifted his buttocks from her 
tightly squashed buttocks and moved down the length of her body. He came to 
rest directly between her already open thighs and reached down between them 
to complete the connection. She was ready and there was no need to prepare 
her now. He could feel the wet, moist opening of her cunt throbbing in 
desperate anticipation as with his fingers he guided his thick, black cock 
straight into her. He paused but a moment to part the sparse blond pubic 
hair, now wet with excited secretions, with the head of his penis and then 
with one long smooth stroke he rammed it into her all the way up to her 
cervix. There was not the slightest resistance now from the number of times 
she had been fucked since they had abducted her and he could feel the 
smooth, wet walls of her cunt clamping around his cock so moistly and firmly 
it almost drove him crazy. 

"Ooooooooh," she moaned and sang as he felt her entire insides flowering 
open to recede him deep in her womb. She was groaning and murmuring 
incoherently now as he began to fuck viciously into her, gritting his teeth 
with desire. Her body followed him and began to move in wild abandoned jerks 
beneath him. 

"Ooooh God, Ooooh God, so good, 90 good!" she groaned as if in anguish, her 
arms wrapped tight around his neck, pulling his muscular black chest into 
the soft, whiteness of her breasts. 

He plunged his long cock up and up, deeper and deeper into the warm soft 
cavern of her cunt, feeling the whole of her belly flowering open before his 
onslaught as though she had never been fucked before in her life. 

Her whole body jerked and twisted and she moaned incessantly, her face 
contorted in ecstatic passion. Her mouth moved ceaselessly and her nostrils 
flared in untamed, animal desire that had taken hold of her body as though 
it were writhing in the throes of an epileptic fit. Her forehead was covered 
with a light coat of glistening sweat that had broken out beneath her 
disheveled long blond hair. There was nothing that could stop her wild race 
for fulfillment now and the negro fucked like a mad man to end it for her. 

"Oooh God, yes, yes," she cried up into the room as he slithered his strong, 
sinewy hands under the wildly pumping cheeks of her ass and cupped them 
tightly, raising them up off the bed for greater access to her open and 
pleading loins. 

He squirmed down into her from that position with all the strength of his 
hips and thighs and could feel the smooth, raw flesh of her cunt clasping 
and unclasping like a heart beat all around his hot, bursting cock. He 
fucked into her from the tips of his toes and rammed the last inch of thick 
black cock thundering up her hole, bringing a new ecstatic moan from her 
lips that resounded through the room like the cry of a wounded and dying 
animal. Her nostrils flared again and her eyes, open wide now, gazed 
glassy-eyed and unseeing up into the darkness, a wild and unsatiated desire 
burning lustfully in them. 

He pulled his head back so that he could watch the white girls face. It was 
something he did not want to miss, the sudden and humiliating surrender of 
her whole being to a black boy who had snatched her off the street in the 
middle of the night and fucked the shit out of her, without ceremony, in the 
back seat of a car. And now ... now she was twisting and writhing beneath 
him unable to control at all her wild desire to be fucked and humiliated by 
that same black boy. Her face was wildly contorted with passion and her lips 
bared back tightly over her teeth with greater and more desperate sounds 
coming robot-like from deep in her savagely heaving chest. 

Her arms which had been wrapped tightly around his neck, her nails digging 
desperately in his back, slithered down now and dug demonically into his 
muscular, thrusting buttocks as they pounded down into her open and 
unprotected loins. 

Wet smacking noises resounded through the room with each cruel pile-driving 
lunge he made into her and blended in tempo to the sounds coming from the 
other room where the other three negroes were without letup, raping and 
ravishing the every open entrance to the fallen Jodie's body. 

Duke could hear her screams resounding through the open door and it drove 
him to greater desire to heap all the obscene indignities he could on the 
white girl grunting slavishly beneath him. He ran his hands from the smooth, 
hollowing cheeks of her ass down to her thighs and between them to the soft, 
soaked, pubic hair surrounding her cunt to feel the clinging lips of flesh 
which held and throbbed around his cock like a tight rubbery mouth and was 
running with moisture which overflowed wetly down the wide-split crevice of 
her ass. 

Her body was slippery from the sweat of the wild untamed gyrations of her 
ravenous body and her head flailed uncontrollably back and forth on the 
dirty, soiled sheet beneath them. Her mouth was wide open in ecstatic 
abandoned she had become something crazed and inhuman as she twisted and 
churned, spreading her legs wide apart and jerking them up to her shoulders, 
egging him on. 

"Oh, oh, deeper, harder, fuck me, fuck me," she begged, gasping as if she 
were close to death. She was nearing her orgasm and swung her soft, tender 
thighs up and wound them voluptuously around his back, waving her ass in 
uncontrolled abandon from side to side and spiraling her cunt up and down 
crazily on his plunging and hotly growing black cock. 

"I'm curing! I'm cuming!" she suddenly squealed with a high pitched gasp of 
intense passion and locked her ankles in a death grip high up behind his 
laboring back. At the same time her arms snaked tightly around his neck and 
smashed her open abandoned mouth to his where he could still taste the 
pungent flavor of his sperm that he had spurted into her throat such a short 
time ago. Her body arched and she held tight to him, not moving but 
quivering and jerking around him in a pulsating rhythm that spewed her 
orgasmic fluid out around his still hard driving cock and down the 
wide-split crevice of her ass soaking his balls as they slapped hard into 
her tiny puckered anus. 

Though he had been sucked dry a few short minutes ago the wildness of the 
white girl's orgasm had started a slow aching pressure deep within his balls 
again and he gripped the cheeks of her still rotating ass and squeezed with 
a crushing strength, feeling her cringe as great gasps of passion began 
spewing from his own throat. 

"Oh, oh, oh, oh," he rasped and groaned and increased the viciousness of his 
strokes so that his pelvis smacked like a wooden paddle hard against the 
ragged pink flanges of her loins and his hardened black cock dipped deep 
down into the far, far, hidden recesses of her pulsating belly. 

He felt himself cumming and throwing his hands down behind her knees, shoved 
her soft, tender thighs up over her shoulders and ground as far down into 
her open and yielding cunt as he could go, bringing groans of left over 
passion from her lips still locked tightly to his. Her arms still clasped 
him in their death grip, the ache in his baits was unbearable. 

He had to cum now or he would die! 

He gasped into the moistness of her mouth, felt the bursting at his loins, 
heard her whimpering cry and the tightening of her arms around his neck, and 
then, with a deep soul-shattering grunt that went on and on into her mouth, 
he exploded inside her, shooting his hot, liquid sperm deep down into the 
liquid depths of her open and receptive womb. 

They lay still then, locked in the lewd embrace of love for seeming forever 
though it was only minutes, their interlocked limbs presenting a vivid and 
strange picture of black fucking white. And then he rolled off her sweat 
soaked body, noticing her chest still heaving from the effort of their final 
orgasm. He wanted to say something to make it nice but there was nothing he 
could think of. They were worlds apart and he saddened at the thought that 
the only equalizer between them now lay limp and wet between his thighs. He 
reached down and pulled the ragged, filthy blanket up over both of them and 
then turning his back on the white girl, went to sleep. 

Chapter 5 

Susan awoke to the sound of a squirrel running across the roof of the shack. 
At first she lay still, her blurted eyes looking toward the ceiling in con 
fused thought. 

Where was she? 

It didn't look like her ceiling at home, the powder blue one with the tiny 
white flowers sprinkled over it that seemed to bloom right there in the room 
when a bright sunny day came. No, she was somewhere else and there was a 
different odor. A strange one that she had never smelled before, like, like 
something raw and savage. She started to move and then groaned under her 
breath. Her muscles were so sore between her thighs that she could not move 
them and lay still again until the pain went away. 

Her stomach felt funny and filled. It was all warm inside as though there 
were a gently glowing coal implanted there which did not burn but still 
emitted a soft, soothing heat. 

She moved her arms to stretch and suddenly froze! 

There was something next to her and it was soft and warm like another body. 
She held her breath and turned her head slowly to the side. Her mouth gaped 
open as suddenly her eyes focused in the early morning light on a muscular, 
ebony back lying on the bed next to her. 

And then she remembered. 

She clenched her eyes tightly shut and remembered it all The beginning with 
the other three negroes viciously raping the girl the leader had thrown to 
them; her intense fear and groveling for protection; and then finally, the 
wild twisting and churning of bodies and sensations. She had succumbed to 
those sensations, her inhibitions and prejudices totally destroyed by the 
ordeal she had been through in the last several days. And that was the 
smell, the smell of raw and consummated sex that covered both their bodies 
from the wild orgy of salacious pleasure they had gone through last night. 
And she remembered too the eruption in her belly as he had spewed his hot 
sperm deep up inside of her as she had urged him on with her lips, thighs, 
ant. That was where the heat, the heat and warmth came from that she still 
felt so vividly this morning in her belly. It was the great pool of white 
warm liquid that he had emptied into her and buried deep inside her that 
made her feel that way. Vague fears of becoming pregnant by him flickered 
through her mind but were overshadowed by the sudden realization and 
humiliation of knowing she had wanted it. 

She had begged him to do it to her and had urged him on with all her 
physical being like a whore he may have dragged in off the streets. She was 
frightened of the others and that excused her submitting to him but nothing 
could excuse her sudden lapse into an uncontrollable passion that deadened 
her every sense of righteousness. 

A sudden low moan came through the partially open door from the other room. 
It sounded as though someone were dying, like the sound that had started all 
of this when she had been attracted to her mother's room a few nights ago. 
She lifted the cover slowly from her side of the bed so as not to disturb 
the soundly sleeping negro and slipped quietly to the floor, picking up her 
tattered dress and slipping it down over her head as she did so. She did not 
bother with the panties and the brassiere, they were too torn and ripped to 
do any good anyway so she left them in a pile on the floor where they had 
been flung in such haste last night. She tip-toed to the door and peered 
through the open crack into the room and suddenly gasped at the depraved 
sight that greeted her eyes. They were all naked, with Coke and Shorty sound 
asleep in the chairs around the table. The negro girl lay flat on her back 
on the bed with her thighs wide apart and the imbecilic Stitch's head 
resting between her legs and against the mound of her pubic hair, sound 
asleep. 

The girl's eyes were still closed but she groaned now and then as though on 
the verge of coming awake. Susan's thoughts raced a mile a minute. 

This was her chance! 

And, it may be the last one she would get. She still didn't know what they 
intended to do to her but guessed they would have to kill her. She knew too 
much now and even the strong desire and liking that Duke had for her could 
not protect her from the basic logic that they could not afford to let her 
go. 

She held her breath and moved the door slightly, testing it to see if it 
made a noise. It did not. She pulled it open slowly and slipped into the 
other room, her bare feet moving cat-like across the rough pine board floor. 

A board squeaked! 

She went rigid and her heart stopped beating but there was no sound from the 
sleeping negroes to indicate she had disturbed them. She continued her 
tip-toeing toward the front door and lifted the latch gently. It opened 
easily and she pushed her way silently out to the front porch, leaving the 
door open for fear her closing it would awaken them. She could see the small 
dirt-roadway a short distance down from the house and thought if she could 
make that she might be able to stop a passing farmer's truck or something 
before they discovered she was gone. 

She had just reached the bottom step, her heart pounding in her throat, when 
the unexpected happened. A slight gust of wind caught the light clapboard 
door and blew it shut with a loud crash. She had no choice but to run, and 
run she did as fast as her tortured and wobbly legs would carry her. But 
again, as when they had abducted her from the street, her attempt at escape 
was useless. 

There was shouting from the house as Duke had awakened and sounded the 
alarm. She heard racing steps on the porch behind her and again the pounding 
of feet at her back. There was a rough hand clasping at the back of her neck 
and it was all over. 

Shorty caught her and dragged her bodily back to the house. He still had no 
clothes on and was naked from head to foot. The others were rapidly throwing 
their trousers and shirts on as she was pushed sobbing through the door. 

"See, Duke," the Negress, now sitting up in the center of the bed shouted in 
a loud shrilly voice. "I tole ya, ya couldn't trust no honky bitch. She's 
plays all up to ya and then runs away the first chance she gits." 

Duke looked at Susan without malice. She could see he understood why she had 
tried it but he would have to do something drastic to protect himself in the 
eyes of his gang. 

"Tie 'er up in the bedroom," he said simply, jerking his thumb toward the 
room in which he had ravished her willing body last night. "And make it 
good," he added. "Showing his concern for their security to the gang." 

"Aw, fuck man. Why don't we jist git rid o' her now. We gotta git goin' in a 
few minutes, man, if we gonna make it back to finish up in time fo' tonite." 

"We ain't gittin' rid o' her," Duke said coldly to the short, squat negro. 
"We're leavin' 'er here." 

"Man, you crazy," he responded incredulously. "She'd have the fuzz down our 
necks befo' we got two miles." 

"Stitch and Jodie can stay here and guard her. He'd only git in the way 
anyhow." 

Cold shivers of sudden deep fear ran down Susan's spine as she heard his 
words. She was going to be left with the Negress and the idiot! She wanted 
to scream out and plead with him not to do such a cruel and horrible thing. 
Her life wouldn't be worth a thing and if they didn't kill her they would do 
terrible things to her that would make her wish she were dead. She looked 
horror-stricken around the room and her eyes met those of the Negress. A 
cold, cruel light of sadistic delight shone in them and Susan knew she 
didn't stand a chance of living through the day if she were left alone with 
her. 

"Please, d-don't leave me with them," she pleaded, tears streaming from her 
face in piteous profusion now. 

"I gotta," he answered. "I need the others." 

And then, turning to Stitch and Jodie, he said in cold, threatening voice, 
"If anybody touches 'er they'll answer to me." 

There was a silence and then Duke, apparently satisfied that his authority 
would prevent them from doing anything to her, ordered Coke and Shorty to 
get ready to leave. 

Susan was tied securely in the bare corner of the bedroom, her arms bound by 
rope to two steel eyes in the wall, obviously used as towel racks by the 
previous occupant. It was uncomfortable and stretched her arms high above 
her head out on either side of her but at least it allowed her to sit on the 
floor Not many minutes later, Duke opened the door and looked in at her. 

"Don't worry none, I tole them not bother ya. We'll be back tonite." 

With that, he closed it and she was alone. She tugged against the bindings 
as soon as he was gone but they were secure and she could not budge them. 
After awhile, she heard the front door slam and the car pull out of the 
driveway. She began to tremble knowing she was alone with the two negroes 
now and completely at their mercy. She knew the Negress would not leave her 
alone and would take her spiteful revenge at the first opportunity and the 
only slight, tiny hope she had was that Stitch's fear of Duke would force 
him to protect her. But, after Duke's humiliation at the meeting with the 
well-dressed negro she was not certain he could not be convinced otherwise. 
She slumped to the floor and hung her head in abject dispair. There was 
nothing else she could do. * * * 

A long time later, and she was not certain just how long, she was shaken 
from the hazy half sleep she had drifted into, by the door slowly opening. 
She held her breath and gasped as she saw the Negress suddenly outlined 
menacingly in the door frame. There was an arrogant, self satisfied look on 
her face as she gazed down at the helplessly bound Susan. It was a long time 
before she spoke. 

"I tole ya," she laughed evilly, puffing on the cigarette she held in her 
hand. 

Susan mustered up her courage and decided she had better try and bluff as 
long as she could. 

"D-Duke said he'd kill you if you touched me." 

The Negress laughed a mocking laugh and Susan didn't blame her. Even to 
herself the protest sounded weak and feeble as though she herself did not 
believe it. Her eyes widened as the Negress suddenly began a slow half-walk, 
half-shuffle to wards her tightly bound body. lichen she was standing right 
in front of Susan, she looked down at her contemptuously for a moment and 
then with a lightning movement grabbed her by the hair and leaned down, 
twisting Susan's pain wracked face up close to her own. She held her in the 
painful, neck-breaking position for a moment, her eyes sparking with hate 
and then hissed into her face. 

"You know what I'm gonna do to ya, honky? I'm gonna let Stitch turn ya 
inside out for awhile and then I'm gonna carve ya up slow like, tit by tit, 
or what's left of ya when he gets through." 

"Oh please, please leave me alone," Susan whimpered, sobbing up through her 
contorted mouth. "I didn't mean it. It just happened." 

"This is jist gonna happen too, baby," she laughed. "Git it, a happening, 
that's what we're gonna have, a happening." 

"No, no, I'll tell Duke when he comes back," the poor distraught white girl 
screamed in a last try at a courageous front. 

"There won't be nothin' left when he gits back, baby," the Negress spit 
coldly into her face and suddenly without warning rammed the burning 
cigarette she held in her hand hard into the bottom of Susan's foot. 

She jumped and screamed against her bonds trying to escape the horrible, 
excruciating pain. The smell of burned flesh filled the room. 

"D-D-Duke says to leave 'er a-alone," the wide-eyed Stitch, who had come 
running at the sound of the scream, protested from the door. 

The Negress looked back at him contemptuously and reaching forward with both 
hands ripped the remnants of Susan's tattered dress from her. Her large, 
firm breasts fell free into the air and Susan could see the idiot's eyes 
suddenly bulge at the voluptuous sight of the naked white body bound 
helplessly to the wall. 

"Ya like that, Stitch, wanna try some of it, huh?" The Negress taunted him 
as he stood in the doorway shaking from the sudden lustful picture of Susan 
cowering down in the corner away from the fiery Negress. 

"Show 'im what'cha got, honky baby, open them legs wide," the ecstatic Jodie 
commanded to her. 

Susan did not move but she suddenly jerked again as the brightly burning tip 
of the cigarette was pressed hard into her arm. 

"Aaaaaaaagggghhhh!" she screamed and whimpered against the torturous, 
searing sensation that seemed to cut all the way to the bone. 

"When I says move, honky, you move," she heard hissed at her through her 
pain-deadened mind. 

Susan's legs went limp and she let her thighs fall slightly apart from their 
own weight. She could feel the Negress reaching down and grasping her ankles 
and pulling her as far out of the corner as she could get her with her hands 
still bound to the walls. Her buttocks scraped painfully across the rough 
floor and she moaned in protest but it was not heard. 

"Now open 'em, baby, I want Stitch to see how nice and tight a real white 
pussy looks." 

Reluctantly, with tears of shame and fear coursing down her reddened cheeks, 
Susan spread them a few inches. 

"More, honky, more, Stitch can't see it, can ya, Stitch," she teased at him 
as his eyes grew wider and small beads of sweat began to form on his 
forehead. 

Susan following her commands like a robot, spread her thighs wider but the 
Negress, losing patience grabbed her at the ankles and jerked them hard 
apart. The poor girl sobbed again from the pain and humiliation, feeling the 
raw, pink flesh of her vagina stretched and open from the outward pressure 
against her legs. She was totally exposed to the trembling negro's gaze as 
his eyes locked in lustful desire at the tiny tight opening nestling in the 
sparse, soft field of blond cuntal hair between her legs. 

"Wouldn't you like to sink that big black cock of yours right up in that 
tight lil pussy, Stitch, baby? Man, it'd feel like hot warm bacon grease 
slippin' around it." 

Cowering in the corner, Susan had never felt more naked and frightened in 
her life. She was at the mercy of a mad-woman and a half-crazed idiot both 
at the same time and there was nothing that could be done about it. Her 
flesh still stung from where the Negress had pressed the burning cigarette 
into her and she could not go through the horrible pain of that again. She 
would gladly die rather than go through this humiliation but she knew they 
would not kill her, not right away, anyway. The hate-filled Jodie was 
enjoying her sadistic revenge too much to listen to any kind of pleas for 
mercy, in fact she probably would enjoy it a hundred times more if she could 
get her to beg. There was no hope at all now for anything and she didn't try 
to stop the hopeless tears of humiliation and fright that were streaming 
down her cheeks. 

She jumped suddenly as she felt a pressure between her legs. The Negress had 
knelt down beside her and had brushed her hand against the tender flesh 
surrounding her vagina. 

"She'd like you bettah than Duke, Stitch. Look at that how she jumps when 
she thinks 'bout you crawlin' on top of her and fuckin' her with that big 
thing of yours." and she thrust a finger hard into the moist opening of 
Susan's spread vagina, bringing another helpless twist of her body and a 
groan from her tortured lips. 

"See, Stitch, see," the delighted negro girl cackled. "She loves ya." 

"Y-Y-Yeah," the demented Stitch sputtered and Susan's eyes sprung open wide 
in fright as she suddenly looked up and saw him advancing across the floor 
with a lust-crazed look on his face and a great bulge in his pants. 

"I-I-I'll f-fuck 'er," he mouthed wetly, not taking his eyes from between 
her legs where the grinning Jodie had expertly insinuated her fingers and 
was methodically massaging them around and around to widen the passage. 

"Git 'er on the bed, man," the Negress suddenly said, withdrawing her 
fingers wetly from Susan's cunt. She rose and taking a knife from under her 
blouse, slashed the bonds holding her to the wall, and lifted her by one arm 
to a standing position. "Now jist lay down there, baby, and ole Stitch's 
gonna give ya the best fuckin' ya ever had in your whole life. Jist like he 
did me last night," she added with a bitter sneer. 

Susan hesitated and through the slit of her half opened eyes she suddenly 
saw the fiery glow of the cigarette pressing toward her firm, fear-throbbing 
breast. She leaped away from it and twisted half-crazily toward the bed. She 
could not stand it again, not the burning pain that had driven her half wild 
a few moments before. She would do anything, anything. 

She landed face down on the bed where Duke had screwed her last night and 
lay quivering in fear and humiliation. 

Oh God, would this horrible nightmare never end, ran helter skelter through 
her fevered thoughts. She'd rather die, rather die. But not tile pain again, 
she couldn't stand it. She would do anything! 

She heard Stitch's clothes dropping hurriedly from his body as she 
remembered hearing Duke's last night and suddenly found herself wishing it 
were him again. At least, he had been human and gentle about it and for some 
strange unknown reason she had responded. It was animal-like, but still it 
had been a response. Now there was nothing but the shame and humiliation of 
lying here on this filthy, awful bed while the idiot Stitch finally got his 
way with her and the venomous Jodie egged him on to heap greater and greater 
indignities upon her helpless body. 

She jerked as she suddenly felt hands on her buttocks behind. It was Jodie 
and she was drawing them slowly apart. Susan could not see her eyes but 
imagined them as burning and glistening like coal even in the light coming 
in through the window. She had wanted her revenge and she was getting it, 
getting it a thousand-fold. 

"Look at it, Stitch, you kin fuck her here. She'll like it. It's a tight 
little asshole," Jodie crooned on, building the imbecile's passion to a 
point where she knew when it burst, it would burst into a sadistic and 
crazed violence just as she had been subjected to last night. She wanted to 
see this little white bitch get hers just like she had, only a hundred times 
more and before the day was over she would wish she were dead-if she 
weren't. 

Susan felt the hands move away and they were replaced suddenly by wild 
slivering lips coursing all around her smooth, oval buttocks. He was biting 
into them without control, bringing tiny gasps of pain from her as she 
screwed her pelvis down into the mattress to try and escape. He pulled them 
apart with his thumbs and she could feel his long thick tongue snaking down 
and licking into the hot, slightly sweating crevice. He pulled and stretched 
at her asshole and she could feel the strain on the tight rubbery ring 
around it. It hurt and she felt lewd and obscene and her whole soul not just 
her body, felt naked and exposed to all the world as the crazed black form 
hovered over her buttocks behind and slobberingly plundered at the tiny 
brown puckered hole. But she didn't care now. Nothing was important anymore 
as long as she escaped the burning torture of the cigarette she could still 
smell burning behind her somewhere in the room as the vengeful Jodie stood 
and watched the whole obscene spectacle with hate-filled eyes glowing in 
savage satisfaction. 

There was a pressure against her ankles and she did not resist as she felt 
her legs pulled open wide until the tips of her toes were hanging down on 
either side of the wide double bed. The negroes finger poked at her asshole 
and she jerked automatically from the sudden pain. 

"Relax," the Negress hissed at her from by the side of the bed and lowered 
another burning cigarette before the girl's face. "Open your ass." 

Susan gasped and pleaded silently for a second and then relaxed to be used 
as the slavering negro crouching behind her desired. She sucked in her 
breath as he dug at her anus again with his middle finger, insinuating it 
slowly and methodically into the depths of her rectum. She moaned and 
pressed her face tight into the mattress as she felt him slip it in harshly 
up to the first knuckle and begin to move it around sadistically in her 
tight contracting asshole. He dug his finger deeper and she cried out but 
the scream died in her throat as she saw the burning tip of the cigarette 
again before her eyes. 

The crazed Stitch's finger had impaled her deeper and he began to grind it 
around down into her tightly constricted anal passage with a greater force 
now. She began to jerk her buttocks involuntarily to escape the cruel 
probing but her quivers only drove it deeper and deeper into her. 

"Go on, Stitch," the impatient Negress standing by the bed goaded, "Fuck her 
in the ass." 

The negro slipped his finger from her rectum with a wet sucking noise and 
clasped his broad thick rod in his hand. He had never felt so excited in his 
life and his body shook as he looked down on the helpless white girl 
stretched beneath him, so vulnerable and open. He had waited a long time to 
get his turn at her while all the others had had theirs. Now it was his turn 
and his eyes shone frenzied and wild as he gently pulled at his huge black 
cock, bigger than any of the others by far, and he stroked to bring it to 
its full power. He wanted to go as deep in her as he could and show her he 
was just as good as Duke. He had heard her moaning and groaning under Duke 
last night as he had listened from the other room and knew he could make her 
like it too just as Duke had done. 

He half lowered himself, half fell, down onto her back and she could feel 
his hands fumbling between them and pulling the cheeks of her ass wide 
apart. He lifted his ass in the air and she could feel the tip of his cock 
probing against her for several seconds, trying to find the tight puckered 
hole. 

And suddenly he did. 

He pushed forward and she felt a slight pop at her anus-and then-then a 
sudden spasm of pain so unbearable that she twisted and screamed, again and 
again, trying with all her strength to get away. Her buttocks were moving 
like a live animal thrashing about to escape but her jerks only helped to 
drive his huge black penis deeper and deeper inside her. 

She could feel the pressure of the demented negro's body pressing down on 
her with a pulverizing strength, pushing her down into the bed, punishing 
the lovely white ass that waved back at his eyes. She bucked back up at him, 
trying to throw him off but as she bucked up, he rammed down and imbedded 
his thick, rock-hard cock all the way to the hilt in the soft flaccid tunnel 
of her ass. 

"Aaaahhhggggg, God," she grunted in pain and continued her hopeless 
thrashing beneath him. She no longer felt human as the huge black cock 
ripped far up into her rectum, pushing against the bottom of her belly 
inside. She felt as though she were split open by a knife and her insides 
were torn and ripped as they had never been before. The pain was unbearable 
and she fought in wild desperation for a full minute longer against the 
brutal fleshy pole sunk in her backside and then with a final groan of 
hopeless surrender her strength failed. She collapsed in a limp mass of 
flesh beneath the body of the negro who had her pinned to the bed like a 
butterfly in an insect collection. 

The sadistic Jodie bent down beside her on the bed and hissed in her ear. 

"Like it in the ass, honky." 

And that made it a million times worse, to know that she was watching it all 
and enjoying Susan's crude and inhuman humiliation at the hands of the 
half-wit. Her crackling laughter reverberated through the room like the 
voice of doom itself, urging the panting Stitch, who lay with his cock 
throbbing inside her, to rip her apart. 

"How would Duke like that now, baby? Watchin' his little white honky gittin' 
fucked in the asshole." Her words of mockery and insult droned on until 
suddenly the pain in Susan's rectum from the giant entry began to ease a 
little. She still felt ripped and stretched there but the time he had lain 
on her not moving had given her anus time to gradually adjust to the 
unnatural invasion and her mind to clear a little. The jungle instinct of 
survival that lies buried deep in the mind of every human being as a throw 
back to that time eons ago when they too crawled upon the earth on their 
bellies began to reverberate through her brain. 

Two could play the game the vicious Negress was playing by appealing to the 
animal instincts of the half-witted Stitch. She too could do it. He was her 
only hope now to protect her from the horrible death or mutilation that was 
certain to follow her ravishment now. She had to get him on her side at any 
and all costs or her fate was sealed. And ... there was only one way to do 
that. 

Stitch suddenly groaned as he felt the white girls' anal muscles tighten 
around his long thick length buried inside her. His cock throbbed harder and 
he couldn't believe his senses when her buttocks began a slow methodical, 
but hardly perceptible rotation beneath him. He flexed his penis deep up her 
rectum in an answering signal to convince his skeptical and unbelieving mind 
that she was responding to him. He gasped as he felt it, felt her throb and 
tighten around like a warm fitting glove. His joy knew no bounds. He had 
conquered her and suddenly gasping and moaning in a new found delight, he 
jerked her almost weightless body up to its knees without losing the 
connection and began to saw rhythmically and deep far down into the velvety 
confines of her anus. He watched with disbelieving jubilance as the pinkish 
round skin of her puckered little asshole draw back with the long black 
shaft, clasping to it as though it did not want to let it go. 

Susan knelt before him and prayed, prayed that her revulsion and humiliation 
would not betray her to him and that she could hold out long enough to 
convince him he had really conquered her will. Kneeling before him she began 
to undulate her buttocks in small tiny circles, waving the white full 
rounded cheeks back at him lasciviously like a red flag before a bull. And 
strangely, the tiny bit of whore in every woman suddenly broke forth into a 
tingle of masochistic excitement. She wasn't working for money but for her 
life, but it was all the same and she did not fight it. She wanted to enjoy 
it, she had to enjoy it, or he would know she was using him. There was still 
pain but it was strangely pleasurable and she found herself thrusting and 
squirming back to meet the obscene impalement and he jerked forward into 
her. 

"Man, that honky likes it, Stitch," the ecstatic Jodie crooned from the side 
of the bed as she too mistook Susan's sudden gyrations as a sign of total 
and complete surrender to the sodomizing she was receiving from the huge 
ebony cools. 

Behind her the impassioned and delighted Stitch groaned each time he surged 
up into her and she too was moaning beneath him and twisting and waving the 
whiteness of her ass back at him in a lewd invitation to fuck into her 
harder and deeper. Her face was turned to the side on the bed and he could 
see her teeth bared back in ecstatic delight, her tongue flicking out wetly 
in time to the increasing power of his long, smooth strokes into her that 
carried the full length of his long plunging rod of flesh. Her long, blond 
hair flowed out over the bed and periodically whirled in the air before his 
eyes as with a sudden or particularly hard thrust she would grunt and flail 
her head to the other side. 

God, he had her. 

She was his now to do as he liked for as long as he liked and even as he 
rammed into her now, weird pornographic pictures of the things he would do 
with her voluptuous white body later, filtered through his dim-witted mind 
and increased his pleasure that much more. 

"Oooooh, oooooh," she moaned and grunted beneath him and he pressed forward 
as far as he could, pulling the soft cheeks of her ass wide apart to allow 
him to go deeper, and just holding it there. His cock was buried to the hilt 
up her painfully expanded rectum and he suddenly gasped again. Her hand had 
reached down under her body and was gently cradling his balls, scraping her 
nails over them in a maddening, teasing motion that brought saliva running 
from the edges of his mouth. 

"Oh yes, darling, fuck it like that," she crooned through her tightly 
clenched lips as he gorged into her buttocks as hard as he could and rotated 
the giant blood-filled head deep around in her asshole. 

Susan could almost feel herself splitting open from the power and pressure 
he was exerting deep down inside her but she gritted her teeth tight and did 
all the things she knew he would want her to do. She mouthed obscenities 
back at him and pleaded with him to do things to her with words like cunt, 
fuck, and shit. And all the time she thrust back against him, hiding her 
shame and humiliation in her grim determination to convince him she wanted 
it more than anything else in the world. 

And she had. 

Behind her, the still elated Stitch began to throb and ache in his balls 
where her fingers coursed over them. He knew he was close to cumming and he 
wanted it to be good. This little white bitch was his now and he had waited 
a long time to get her beneath him and he was going to enjoy it to the 
fullest. 

Susan could feel his hugeness inside her stretched and expanded rectum 
growing and she knew what was coming. She knew he was going to shoot his 
lewd, hot sperm deep up into her helpless anus and she would have given 
anything in the world if there were any other way, but there wasn't. She 
would have to take it all inside her even if the humiliation and shame 
killed her. 

The now crazed negro behind her began to fuck into her asshole with ever 
increasing speed. His hand ripped and pulled at the soft white rounded 
globes of buttocks like they were soft resilient clay in his hands. He 
spread the cheeks of her ass wide-apart and with bulging eyes watched the 
full black length of his pistoning cock split the whiteness of her anus like 
a soot covered train tunneling l through a snow covered mountain. His cock 
felt as though it would burst, not just at the end but all along the full 
length where the rubbery tight walls of her rectum held it vice-like and 
hot. The white girl was mumbling and whimpering incoherent noises into the 
mattress, and, mistaking them for cries of wanton passion, he increased the 
vigor and power of his strokes until he was buffeting her forward into the 
headboard of the bed with cruel earth-shattering lunges. 

Susan cried out in desperate prayer, unable to stop herself in the mad 
scramble of the lust-crazed negro to complete his orgasm. 

"Oh God, Ooooh God," she screamed, the sobs choking down her throat as she 
felt him jerk inside her and realized to her horror that the moment was here 
when he was going to explode inside her and fill her helpless and 
unprotected belly with his obscene, hot, cum and there was nothing in the 
world she could do about it but lay kneeling in front of him like a galley 
slave and feign a rampant passion. 

"Oh, cum, darling, cum," she shouted back at his sweating body, wanting to 
get it over with, wanting to end it forever. There was a muffled gurgle from 
behind her and she felt his great throbbing cock burst like a dam as he gave 
one last tremendous thrust into the back of her upraised buttocks and 
emptied his hot sperm in wave after wave deep into the depths of her rectum. 
Susan thought the ejaculating instrument would never stop flowing into her 
and could feel the hot sticky fluid overflowing around his still jerking 
cock and forcing its way out the tight nether ring of her asshole that was 
clamped tight around the base of his throbbing black cock. Her humiliation 
and shame were complete. She had whored herself and didn't even know if it 
would save her. She gasped out a deep sigh of relief as she felt his 
deflated and limp shaft of flesh slowly withdraw from her flooded behind. 
There was a slight, wet, sucking noise as it slipped out from between the 
full white moons of her buttocks with a lewd slurping sound. Then a sudden 
rush of cool air into the wetness of her loins as she remained kneeling with 
her buttocks waving high in the air for a moment and then collapsed off to 
the side of the bed. 

The satiated and ecstatic Stitch lay mumbling to himself in his elation over 
his conquest of the white girl. It was something incomprehensible to him and 
as unreachable as the moon but it had happened and he lay back with a 
half-idiotic smile on his face, reveling in his unexpected and first triumph 
over Duke, their leader. He had taken his girl away. 

Susan lay with her chest heaving from the awful ordeal of sodomy she had 
gone through. Her whole rectal passage ached and felt torn and she could 
feel it burning slightly where the negro's strong, pungent seminal fluid 
formed a still warm pool deep up inside it. She waited, knowing that the 
moment was coming soon that would tell if it had all been worth it or if she 
had just let herself get fucked in that horrible way for nothing. 

The moment came a second later. 

"Now it's my turn," she suddenly heard hissed venomously from the foot of 
the bed. She looked down and her eyes opened wide in horror. The Negress, 
Jodie, her face contorted in bitter hate, was standing there with a long 
sharp switch-blade held menacingly in her hand. 

The reclining Stitch, a lazy self-satisfied smile still frozen to his face, 
raised his head and stuttered: 

"W-W-What'cha gonna d-do?" he asked, suddenly showing alarm as he saw the 
knife glistening in the sunlight coming through the window. 

"I'm gonna cut her tit off. Then ya can fuck her again," the Negress spat 
down at him. 

Susan closed her eyes and prayed. It was all out of her hands now, her work 
had ended when the idiotic Stitch had emptied his loins inside her aching 
rectum. It was all up to him now. 

"N-No ya ain't." 

Susan's eyes opened slightly as she felt his weight rise from the bed and 
saw him place himself between her and the advancing Negress. His hands were 
clenched into tight fists and the muscles on his back stood out in broad, 
powerful sinews that gave her sudden security. At least she had someone on 
her side even if she had to undergo this same horrible ordeal she had just 
experienced over and over again until the others returned. 

There was a sudden scuffle and a cry and her hopes were shattered as quickly 
as they had formed. The lithe, quick Negress had lunged forward and caught 
the passion weakened Stitch straight between the ribs with the gleaming, 
silver blade of the knife. Susan cringed down back into the mattress, her 
eyes open in horrified disbelief as he stood there for a moment, his mouth 
hanging open in shock, and then pitched forward dead on the floor with a 
dull thud that shook the flimsy walls of the shack. 

The Negress smiled again across the width of the bed. 

"Nice try, honky," she rasped in hate, "but it was all for nuthin'. I'm 
gonna cut you up in little pieces, a little bit at a time." 

Susan cowered back against the headboard of the bed, stunned at the sudden 
violent turn of events that now left her at the mercy of the deranged 
Negress. She watched as a gentle bird hypnotized by the relentless approach 
of a silent hungry cat bearing down on it. She could not move and closed her 
eyes again to sweep away the horrible, insane vision of the glistening blade 
of steel now running with blood, held in the hand of the stealthy 
approaching Negress. 

"Now, honky baby," she heard through her fogged mind. "I want that left tit 
first." 

A cold hand closed over her breast and stretched it harshly outward from her 
body ... she groaned, and felt herself passing into the welcome oblivion of 
unconsciousness. But she was suddenly stunned by a quick and terrible roar. 
The coldness flew from her breast as though it had been slapped away and her 
eyes fluttered open. 

Duke was standing in the doorway, a double barreled shot-gun in hands. Thin 
wisps of smoke were rising from both barrels. He said nothing, but motioned 
to her to come to him. It was difficult and her legs wobbled but she made it 
through the door and heard him close it behind them. She had not bothered to 
look at either of the bodies lying in the room because she knew she couldn't 
stand it even after the horror she had just been through. 

"We forgot somethin' and came back," Duke said simply, and then added with a 
strange note of nostalgia in his voice that even he didn't understand. "They 
wouldn't a done that last year if I told 'em not to." 

Chapter 6 

The groaning pick-up truck loaded with vegetables on the back stopped in a 
cloud of dust when its driver saw the petite, blond girl waving it down. He 
opened the door and let her in and then resumed his journey toward the town 
ahead. 

"Been for a walk, miss," he ventured, unaccustomed to having strange 
passengers on his weekly trip into the market. 

"W-Why, yes, yes I have," the girl answered hesitantly and said nothing 
else. 

"It's a long way from town, must've takin' you all day, might near," he 
continued, refusing to let the conversation lag as she would have liked. 

"Y-Yes, I've been gone a long time," she answered, hoping he would let it go 
at that and concentrate on his driving so she could collect her shattered 
thoughts. Duke had spared her life and she could think of no reason that he 
should have, in fact, he had taken quite a chance with the plans that had 
been worked out with the well-dressed Negro wearing the horn rimmed glasses 
that day so long ago. It was a long walk of quite a few hours from the trail 
on which the cabin was located to the main road but someone might have come 
along and given her a ride and she would have been in time to stop the whole 
thing. But now it was too late, the appointed hour had come and passed and 
if things had gone according to schedule there was nothing she or anyone 
else could do about it. Besides, she had given him her word and that should 
be worth something. He hadn't really forgotten anything when he had come 
back to the shack. She knew because he had taken nothing when he had left a 
short time later. He had come back because he had changed his mind about 
leaving her to them and because he knew he no longer controlled them. Last 
year, as he had said, it would have been different but they were following a 
new leader now. Not one that they could see, but one of brutal empty 
promises that would lead nowhere. One needed but the slogans of the new 
breed she had thought so much about back in the dilapidated shack and one 
had an angry and dedicated following that was no longer satisfied with the 
Duke's and others who knew nothing but how to heist beer from a standing 
delivery truck. She had had a long time to think about things on her walk 
down to the main road but had come to no conclusions at all, she would do 
that later when her mind was more clear and the effect of the awful carnage 
of the day had worn off. 

"If you been walkin' all day, you missed the big news," the farmer spoke 
beside her, feeling uncomfortable sitting in silence. 

"Oh," Susan answered, showing a mild tone of interest out of politeness. 

"Yes siree," he said excitedly, suddenly happy to find a topic of 
conversation. "Half the city's burnin' down. Seems a couple of young niggers 
started a usual Friday night ruckus and when the police moved in somebody 
threw a fire bomb. That blew things sky-high. Some young punk national 
guardsmen evidently got nervous and fired in the crowd that came runnin' out 
to see the fire and that's all she wrote." 

"It's bad, huh," she said without enthusiasm. 

"Man, I'll say it is," the farmer continued. "They've killed off about 
eighty of 'em already. Even got one of the big street gang leaders down 
there tryin' to kill a policeman. Named Duke somethin' or other. Cain't 
rightly remember now, but the whole nigger population's runnin' through the 
streets startin' fires right 'n left and actin' like a bunch o' wild 
animals." 

"Don't we all sometimes," Susan muttered under her breath, remembering her 
own body bucking and twisting under the cruel sodomizing of the half-idiotic 
Stitch to save her own life. 

"What da'ya saya Miss, I cain't hear ya. Little deaf ya know," he laughed. 
"Maybe we can get something on the radio. 

Susan sat quietly as he clicked it on and the station announcer's voice came 
through the static loud and clear. 

... and this evening, ---, leader of the black power movement says from his 
headquarters in Detroit, the vicious and uncontrolled rioting that has 
broken out in Chicago is just another example of the spontaneous and 
justified dissatisfaction of the negro with his position in today's America. 
And ... he forecasts they will continue to occur through-out the major 
American cities as long as blatant police and military brutality continue to 
exist against the black man ... 

Yes, Susan thought to herself as the announcer droned on about the rising 
casualty and damage toll, I have taken a long walk today ... 


The End
