The Gang-Raped Virgins
by Cindy Powers
(BT-1022)


FOREWORD 

"Black Daddy" held onto his gang by giving them more wild kicks than they 
could find for themselves. His specialty was finding young innocent girls 
that he and his men could teach to humble themselves to the awesome power of 
a raging cock! 

Gangs had been roaming the streets for years in their town, but until then, 
they had stuck to their own neighborhoods. Now the gang had a new leader, 
called "Black Daddy," and he ran things his own way. 

His pet peeve with the world was that the middleclass seemed to be above all 
passions like lust and violence. And so, he made it his career to bring them 
down to his own level. 

Roaming the streets at night, he and his men picked out and kidnapped young 
girls to be taken to hideaways where they employed every sexual perversion 
known to man to degrade and humiliate them. 

Every so often they were sarcastically pleased to find that the girls turned 
out to be not too much different than themselves in their lusts and the 
depths of their passions. 

For their victims they chose the most innocent of young girls they could 
find and were not surprised if, before they were through, the girls turned 
out to be hot-blooded, passionate women of the highest order. 

CHAPTER ONE 

Wendy Jackson, age fifteen, knew very well that she should not have stopped 
with Rebecca for cokes after the movie. Her parents had always warned her to 
come straight home, her mother saying carefully that a good young lady had 
to be cautious at all times. But Wendy always told her that she was a 
hysterical neurotic and afraid of her own shadow. 

After all, they did live in a good middle-class neighborhood and had lived 
there for most of Wendy's life. She knew the faces of every neighbor on the 
street, and even recognized the local postman and milkman. There had been 
stories lately in the paper about teenage gangs roaming through their town, 
but it all was happening on the other side of the tracks, in the poor 
section. 

Nothing much ever happened in a good middle-class neighborhood! Rebecca 
lived exactly three blocks and one house from her own, so what could 
possibly happen in such a short distance, even if it was 11:30? 

Rebecca and she had gotten into a pretty heavy discussion about sex and 
their changing bodies. While Wendy was still a virgin, and kind of shy when 
it came to petting with the boys at school, Rebecca seemed to be very brave 
and already had several tales of time spent in the back seats of the cars of 
some of the school seniors. 

She had lost her virginity about a month before, and was now very anxious to 
tell Wendy all about it. So how could Wendy have passed up the coke and a 
chance for a great story like that? If she could tell her parents about it, 
which she couldn't, she was sure they'd understand. 

It had turned out to be a great story, full of moans, groans and several 
graphic descriptions of balls and very large, stiff penises. Now as she went 
over the story with great relish in her mind, she didn't take any notice 
that it had started to rain. 

In seconds it was coming down hard. A gush of wet wind smacked against her 
face, making her lose her breath. While the rain itself was not too heavy, 
the wind was a twisting one, cutting at her body from all directions. Just 
minutes ago, she had felt perfectly safe to be walking the few blocks to her 
home. 

But the windy rain had changed the whole appearance of what should have been 
a familiar neighborhood. At that moment she would have had to agree that it 
might be dangerous for a young girl alone to be walking the streets. 

Wendy told herself that she had no reason to be afraid. The night might have 
gotten a little gloomy, but if she really concentrated, she would be able to 
see that the neighborhood had not really changed at all. She tried to get 
her mind back to the point in her friend's story where the boy was about to 
plunge his erect cock into her twitching cunt. Even the new language she had 
heard that night was exciting. Now that Rebecca had gone through it and 
survived, Wendy began to think that maybe she should not be so afraid of 
boys. She was hearing more and more stories like tonight's all the time, and 
Wendy was beginning to wonder if maybe she was the only virgin left in the 
crowd. 

Still, she felt good. She felt like she was becoming more of a woman every 
day. After all, it was only a short hop from thinking about sex to actually 
having it. So what if it was dark and gloomy out. Tonight she was feeling on 
top of the world, so much, in fact, that she was sure she could beat the 
hell out of a mugger if he dared to bother her. 

All too often she had felt lonely and depressed walking home at night. But 
tonight she was finally beginning to feel that there would be hope for her. 
She would find the right guy, just as her girlfriends, and she would gladly 
give up her virginity to him. 

She was so deep in thought that she didn't notice her shoes were starting to 
slog from-the puddles. Putting her hand to her face to wipe the hair out of 
her eyes, she felt it come away wet. A glance in a car mirror told her that 
her hair was clinging to her head like a skullcap. 

Wendy laughed at the dripping image of herself. She looked like a witch! But 
there wasn't anyone out for her to scare. The streets were deserted. 

In a neighborhood like hers, they went to sleep early, even on a Friday 
night. All the lights were out, including the porch lights. Except for the 
sound of her squishing shoes, the only thing she heard was the clatter of 
tin cans as they were blown against cars by the wind. 

There were hints of noises coming from other directions, but the sounds were 
hollow, as if they were at quite a distance. The very fact of the space 
between them, only served to make the silence where she walked all the more 
sinister. 

She was starting to feel a little tense, and began to tell herself little 
stories about the houses she passed in order to pass the time. There was an 
old couple living here, and this was the man who did all his own gardening. 
If she somehow managed to get to the corner, she would see that big bay 
window that was a showcase for a beautiful white piano. 

Then, ahead of her about half a block or so, she saw three boys, or were 
they men, walking towards her down the street. Were there only three, or a 
few more behind them? It was hard to tell as they were all wearing black. 

Now panic began to take hold of her. She had read all the stories about the 
tough punks that roamed the streets in the bad part of town and her mother 
had told her over again to make sure that she knew. They were the kind of 
guys always out for thrills they could only get by beating someone's head in 
or raping their victims, male or female. 

Like everyone else, she really knew that it could be dangerous to walk the 
streets alone at night. But she wasn't any different from the rest of the 
world in, thinking that things like that only happened to other people. They 
could never happen to her. She had never believed that she would actually 
come face to face with a street gang. 

Still, she fought to remain calm. The best thing to do was look for a place 
to run or for someone to get help from. There was no one on the streets 
except herself and the gang. All the houses were dark, locked and bolted. A 
neighborhood like this was famous for ignoring screams for help, so there 
was no use in trying that. Suddenly she realized that she had never felt 
more alone. 

Panic would do her no good. Running would show fright. Where had she heard 
that you never showed fear to your assailant? She began to walk very fast, 
the wind whipping her coat open so that her clothes began to get wet. 

She tried to cross the street and keep on walking, but they saw her strategy 
and crossed also. Now her only alternative was to turn around and start 
going the other way. It was only a block and a half to Rebecca's. A block 
and a half used to be a short distance. 

Was there a little crosspath to the other side between those two houses? No, 
it was a dead-end. A dark alley that led to a brick wall. That would be the 
perfect place to wind up. If she went in there she would have set herself up 
perfectly for their attack. 

Wendy turned back to the street again and began to walk as quickly as she 
could. If she ran, they would surely rush her and every second that she 
remained ahead of them was another second that a car might pass or someone 
might appear on the street. 

From the back recesses of her mind she remembered reading that the gang did 
more than rape and beat their victims, they usually killed them. Rape plus a 
mugging was certainly nothing to look forward to, but death was something 
she dared not even think about. 

There was a thumping of boots behind her. They were getting very close! 
Chains rattling? Did she really hear chains? Her imagination? No, there it 
was again. She was quickly being pushed to absolute terror. 

No way of telling how far behind they were, but she didn't dare look around. 
They had to be pretty close. She could hear breathing and muttering, but she 
couldn't turn her head. 

Then an arm reached out and a voice grunted in her ear. 

"Don't make a move or we'll drop you here, baby." 

"Here's Jack with the car. Get her in." 

"Okay, here's your chauffeur, duchess. Get in if you know what's good for 
you." 

Wendy was too terrified to do anything but what she was told. A blindfold 
was tied around her eyes, and she was roughly shoved into the back seat of a 
car. It didn't seem like they had gone very far before the car stopped and 
she was dragged out by both arms. 

The unknown arms took her into a hallway, closed a door and led her up an 
endless flight of stairs. Terrified beyond all reason, she started to 
scream, but her mouth was immediately smashed closed by a heavy palm. 

Another door opened. There was a rush of stale, musty air and the sound of 
many pairs of boots tramping into the room behind her. She was picked up and 
thrown onto something that felt like a bed. Then the blindfold was taken 
off. 

Wendy rubbed her eyes for a moment, looked around, and screamed at the top 
of her lungs. She was in a filthy tenement room on a stained mattress and 
surrounded by a gang of Blacks, Puerto Ricans and rowdy Whites. One tough 
stood out immediately as the obvious leader. 

He stood before her, posed in the traditional manner of the male warrior 
with legs spread apart and beefy black hands on his hips. The big guy was 
the very meaning of the term Black Buck: Wendy guessed that he had to be at 
least six foot three and built like a linebacker. 

His face was twisted in an arrogant leer, but Wendy felt that if they were 
alone and she weren't terrified, she might possibly call him fairly 
good-looking. 

His head was shaved, on top of which he wore a World War II Captain's hat. 
Under his broad, African nose, he sported a bushy mustache. The other boys 
in the crowd were wearing T-shirts and jeans as he was, with "War Lords" 
painted on the front and back of leather jackets. 

None looked any too clean, and all looked menacing. Unconsciously, she 
clutched her skirted legs together, protecting her virginity from the 
leering faces and prying eyes that surrounded her. She was grateful that so 
far none of them had made any moves towards her. They seemed to be hanging 
around and waiting for some sort of instructions from their leader. 

"I'm Black Daddy, baby. That's what my men call me." 

"How do you do, Mr. Black. Or should I call you Daddy?" 

"That's pretty sharp for a nice, little, white girl. I expected you to 
snivel a little more. I don't know if I'm pleased or disappointed." 

Wendy was trying desperately to brazen the whole thing out. Some of the boys 
did not seem to be much older than she was. Maybe it would be possible to 
reason with them. And if that didn't work she might try some of her recently 
acquired charm. That usually worked when she needed something from one of 
the boys at school. 

The instinct for survival was forcing her into a state of calm, and her mind 
raced ahead of their obvious intentions. She had to be prepared with an 
answer for everything. That would be her only chance to stay alive. 

Logic told her that she stood a better chance of getting out of the room if 
she did nothing to antagonize them. But her intellect told her that it would 
be very difficult for left it with her virginity. The odds were much too 
great against that. 

"Glad to see you're not going to hassle us." 

"Yeah, we'd hate to mess up that pretty face." 

"Find out how old she is." 

"What the hell is the difference?" 

"Got a hunch we've got a cherry." 

"How old, sister?" 

"Fifteen." 

"Ever had a cock?" 

"Does it make any difference?" 

"Never can tell." 

"I'm a virgin. Do you think I might be allowed to leave in the same 
condition?" 

"Well have to take a vote. Anybody ever tell you this is a democratic 
country?" 

"Okay. Now pay attention. Turns out we got ourselves a cherry. All in favor 
of breaking it, say "aye." 

The crowd broke into a cheer with a great deal of whistling and catcalls. 
Wendy looked around the room and wondered which one of them would be given 
the dubious honor. Most likely it would be "Black Daddy." 

Wendy cringed as she looked him over while his head was turned in the 
direction of the boys. Even if he should decide to be gentle with her, which 
she was certain would not happen, she was sure that she would be in for 
quite a painful experience. 

Knowing that the odds were very much against her being able to change her 
fate, Wendy decided to brazen it out. 

"Any chance of you guys going easy on me?" ' 

"That all depends on how much you cooperate with us." 

"Ask her if she's got any money or junk." 

"Girls like her don't usually carry stuff. You don't have any ups or downs, 
do you?" 

"If I knew what they were I might be able to answer you." 

"Pills, baby." 

"No, I don't take drugs." 

"Didn't think you did. What about cash? Or is that against your religion?" 

'There's about two dollars and some change." 

"Get it, Jocko." 

"Yessir!" 

"That should keep us in beer while we go on with the festivities." Then the 
Spanish-looking boy called Jocko went tramping down the stairs to return a 
few minutes later with several cartons of beer. These were handed out to the 
boys who had taken off their jackets and were sitting and standing all along 
the walls of the room. 

The group reminded Wendy more of a bunch of teenagers in a theater waiting 
for the movie to start then a gang getting ready to rape her. She wondered 
how they all managed to stay so calm. Her own heart was threatening to 
explode! But then, this was the first time she had been kidnapped off a 
street and no doubt, they had done that sort of thing before. 

"Get her coat off." 

"She looks kind of good, don't she?" 

"I like her boobs. They're kind of big for her age." 

"I like that blonde hair. Don't see much hair like that on our side of the 
tracks." 

"What I like is still covered up. Let's get the rest of her clothes off." 

"Take it easy. There's plenty of time for everything. I like the clothes you 
got on, baby. Especially the blouse. It's nice and low. I can see those 
great tits of yours without much trouble. Bend over a little more. Ahh, very 
nice." 

"Look, I'm not kicking and screaming because I don't see any point in it. So 
why don't we just get this thing over with so I can get home. My folks must 
be out of their minds with worry." 

"I think she's in a hurry to sample our meat, boys." 

The big, black dude laughed, enjoying her squirming with anxiety. His eyes 
gleamed, knowing what he would soon be doing to her untouched body. He began 
moving in her direction, and stopped when he was within reach of her 
trembling body. He cocked his head sideways and spit his words right into 
her face. 

"You're kind of snotty, ain't you. Sitting there thinking we're not even 
good enough to lick your toes. Guess you need to be knocked down a few pegs. 
Well, you will be before this night is over." 

"What you planning?" 

Black Daddy answered with a lecherous laugh. Then he reached out and cupped 
one of her tits, squeezing it with a great deal of force. Wendy winced from 
the pain. Looking down and seeing the black hand on her body made her feel 
like she needed to retch. 

But she forced herself to control, making her body rigid and letting him 
have his way. A hand that size would certainly leave quite a bruise on her 
face and she hoped to leave the room with no marks. 

Soon he tired of working over only one tit and moved his hand to the other, 
mauling it in the same way. From behind him, there were catcalls and the 
crowd seemed to be edging its way closer to the front of the room. 

"What's that like? Any falsies in there?" 

"Nope. It's all her and mighty nice." 

He reached down the front of her blouse, forcing his big paw between her bra 
and her naked skin. As soon as he found her nipple, he began to roll it 
between his thumb and his forefinger. 

Wendy twitched under his touch, feeling humiliated at being manhandled and 
in front of a large crowd. But something else was happening. He was not 
being too rough with her and the light pressure on her nipple was feeling 
good. 

But in order to get his hand in deep enough to work on her breasts like 
that, he'd had to move even closer to her and a stale smell of sweat and 
unwashed clothes came wafting to her nose. 

"Okay, enough with the games. Let's get on with it." 

"Yeah, my hard-on is starting to hurt." 

"Action. Let's see some action!" 

"Can't hold them back much longer. If you don't want all of us climbing over 
you at the same time you better follow orders. That way it will only be me." 

"At least for the first time." 

"Pipe down back there. No need in scaring the shit out of her. We'll get 
some better action this way." 

"Yeah. Remember the last one when we let you take over. You beat up that 
broad so much that all we had was dead meat when it came our turn to fuck 
her." 

She could tell that those words were certainly the truth. They seemed to be 
ignoring her as they spoke, as if she were a pet dog or a piece of 
furniture. But the meaning was all too clear. The gang saw nothing wrong 
with beating a girl senseless. 

"Okay, time to get the show started. Strip!" 

"But-but couldn't the others leave the room?" 

"You modest? Don't worry, you'll get over that by the time the first ten or 
so of us hump it to you." 

Digesting his last remark was as far as her courage could take her. She had 
been fooling herself, saying to her mind that the leader would rape her and 
that would be the end of it. But the hungry leers on the rest of the faces 
around the room were saying something else. 

She hoped that she would mercifully black out from the first pain of it and 
then might be spared watching the long line of boys, hard-ons, standing in 
front of them, as they waited to get into her cunt. Wendy concentrated on 
this terrifying thought for a few seconds too long, and was distracted from 
it by a stinging smack across the side of her face. 

"You were ordered to strip! Get with it!" 

Wendy decided that it was best to obey. But her hands were shaking so much 
that she was only able to do it in a very slow manner. As she took off each 
piece, she folded it and placed it on the edge of the mattress, hoping she 
would be able to leave the room at least looking half-way decent. 

But as the clothing came off, one piece at a time, the crowd became ever 
more restless and the big, black stud's eyes began to glitter. He was 
becoming impatient, and began to grab the clothes out of her hand after she 
got out of them and threw them to the floor in a heap. 

When she got down to her white, cotton panties, the boys fell into an uproar 
of laughter as they viewed the virginal undergarments. These "Black Daddy" 
snatched away and held them up to the gang as they cheered and stamped their 
feet. To take the panties off she had to stand up. Once she was totally nude 
she tried to sit down on the mattress again. But "Black Daddy" would not 
allow it. 

He was acting the role of the slave driver and wanted her to stand in front 
of his men and turn around so he could show off the great prize he had 
brought for their mutual entertainment. The quickened pace of their excited 
breathing was so drastic that she could actually hear it coming at her from 
all sides of the room. 

She felt as if they were all going to pounce on her at any second, but when 
the leader continued to just stand there and look at her while his men 
stamped their feet, she started to feel a little hopeful. Maybe it would 
just be a game with them after all, and once they humiliated her, they would 
let her go. 

That hope was eliminated quickly. 

"Still afraid to let me touch you?" 

"Well, yes." 

"Tell you what. I might just not lay a hand on you. Or a prick either." 

"You mean it?" 

"Yep. I'm gonna give you a special treat, baby. I'm gonna let you take your 
own cherry." 

"What?" 

"You ever play with yourself?" 

"No." 

"Then we're gonna give you a little education. Jocko, where's the fruit 
bowl?" 

"Coming up, boss." 

The boys had raided a fruit stand earlier in the day, just for kicks, and 
had loaded up a plastic sack with all kinds of fruits and vegetables. "Black 
Daddy" rummaged through the sack very thoughtfully for a while. The boys 
were whispering and laughing to each other. One of them pointed from the 
sack to Wendy, then fell over on his back and kicked up his feet in a fit of 
laughter. 

Wendy didn't understand one bit of what was going on, but she knew that she 
probably wouldn't be enjoying it as much as they were. Finally, after a 
great deal of fuss, the big boss selected one banana and a very large 
cucumber from the sack. Wendy got the message and began to shake with 
freight. She clenched her hands over her untouched love mound and held on 
for dear life. 

"That isn't going to help you." 

"Please don't! Not like that!" 

"Would you prefer my using my big rammer on you?" 

"No." 

"Then lay down and spread your legs like a good girl." 

She was now too frightened to obey, and it took a hard shove with both of 
his beefy hands to get her into the position. Wendy fell over on her back, 
and her legs spread from the force of the push. Before she had a chance to 
clench them together, he had shoved a fist between her legs and kept them 
spread. 

Wendy cringed at the foreign touch on her sensitive thighs, eyeing the large 
pieces of fruit in his other hand with abject terror. There was no way she 
would be able to get either one of those things into her little slit without 
hurting herself. If she could not make herself go through with it and the 
big hand now jammed against her leg had to do it for her, the pain was sure 
to be far worse. 

"You don't have to hold me down like this. I promise I won't fight you. Just 
let me do it myself. All right?" 

"Black Daddy" took his hands away from the girl and watched to see if she 
would bolt and run. But she merely put her head down on the mattress and her 
hands at her sides like a willing victim on a sacrificial altar. 

"I think you can start with the banana. It's not as wide, but it is a little 
longer. No telling how high up that cherry is." 

Then he pressed it right at the start of her cunt and ordered her to take 
the banana in her hand. Wendy did as she was told, but held the awesome 
thing away from her body. She had always enjoyed bananas as one of her 
favorite fruits, but she knew that from this moment on she would never be 
able to even look at one without becoming nauseated. "Black Daddy" snapped 
his fingers at one of the men. 

"Chair! Put it here." 

A chair was immediately brought to him and-he sat facing her, but a little 
off to the side so that he wouldn't block the view of the others. 

"Okay, baby. I'll guess that you just don't know how to go about this. So 
I'm going to teach you. You take that thing in your hand and you push it 
into your slit. You keep on pushing until you hit what you think is a wall, 
only it's your cherry. Well, when you get there you start ramming hard. 
Then, before you know it, you're in! You might even get to like it after 
that. Why, you might just thank us for showing you how." 

"Yes, man! We are going to teach you how to fuck yourself like a champ." 

"He said she'll thank us. I know just how I'm going to have her thank me." 

"Shut your trap back there. We're ready to start the show." 

Then "Black Daddy" assumed a very arrogant air and crossed his arms in front 
of him. While the sight of her lush, virginal body had turned him on 
tremendously, something about her upper-class air had angered him. Now, more 
than his desire to plunge his cock into her, was his desire to humiliate her 
as deeply as possible. The method he had chosen was one hell of a turn-on 
for him, as it would be so very perverted to her mind. 

He reasoned that a girl of her sheltered background would never have heard 
of masturbation with dildoes and substitutes like fruit. After all, he had 
not been elected leader of the gang for nothing! He had gotten to the top of 
the heap by being the best fighter, the sharpest crook and, the best thinker 
in the pack. 

None of them would have been able to come up with something like this. They 
had been trained through many a brawl not to question him, but he was sure 
they were wondering if their cocks were going to see any action. "Black 
Daddy" had the whole thing planned out. He was going to save them all some 
work by having her break her own cherry. Then the way would be clear for the 
rest of them to fuck her. 

He had something special in mind for himself. She had a very pretty mouth 
and he dug the sweet voice and her well-mannered speech. The place his 
low-class, hard-fucking cock belonged was between those pretty lips. 

Right now he would just sit back and enjoy the fun of having her degrade 
herself in front of the entire crew. The terrified look in her eyes, the 
look of a girl who wished she had a hole to crawl into and pull the ground 
over her, told him that his strategy had been the best possible. 

Wendy looked at the piece of fruit with an expression of utter disgust. 
Curiously, she wondered if the fruit had at least been washed. If the whole 
thing weren't so horrible she could have laughed, as many was the time she 
looked at bananas in the fridge and wondered if they would feel anything 
like a prick in her hole. 

All this time she had been more than just a little envious of her friends 
with their lovers and had felt that itching sensation in her crotch whenever 
she thought of them in bed together. Yes, she had wanted to feel something 
long and hard in her cunt for a long time, but this was never the way she 
wanted it to be. 

There was a good possibility that she might injure herself or wind up with 
an infection. If there was only a way that she could get out of it. But the 
look in the gang leader's eyes told her that it was best not to even mention 
the subject. He meant to have her do it and he had plenty of muscle sitting 
in the back of the room to be sure that his will was imposed. 

If it had to be, then Wendy became determined to have it over with as 
quickly as possible. 

"We're all waiting. Do you want me to start it off for you?" 

"No! Don't touch me. I'll do it myself." 

As soon as the slick thing touched the delicate membranes of her vaginal 
skin, she became nauseated and turned her head in an effort to gag. "Black 
Daddy" reached over and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her back into 
position. 

"Don't change your mind now." 

Wendy closed her eyes and willed her hand to keep on moving the fruit into 
her body. It hurt! She had to spread her thighs wider in an effort to feel a 
little more comfortable. But in so doing she also gave the black buck an 
excellent view or what was happening in her snatch. 

"Hey, look! It's getting in there!" 

The gang began to cheer and yell out obscene terms which they thought would 
encourage her, but they only made her cry. She tried to blink back the 
tears, but the more she tried, the harder they seemed to come down. 

She stopped, letting her hands fall to her sides, the banana's tip still 
stuck just inside the outer lips of her cunt. She was crying bitterly and 
helpless to maker herself continue the brave charade any longer. 

"Looks like you need some help after all." 

"No! Please!" 

He was on the mattress with her in a flash, and his hand was gripping the 
banana. With one swift lunge he shoved the thing half-way into her body, 
tearing open her virginal barrier and pushing it inside. She screamed! Then 
for a few seconds she blacked out. 

"There! You're all set now. You should be able to go on from here." 

Wendy was aware of blood seeping down her thighs and onto the mattress, but 
she was afraid to move her head. She also felt something else, and it was 
that particular feeling that was confusing her. She as beginning to feel 
heat rising inside her cunt. 

It was only a low-key feeling, but Wendy was afraid that it might continue 
to build as the self-inflicted fucking continued. What if once she actually 
got to the part of really fucking with it, that it actually felt good? If it 
produced sensations of pleasure, pleasure she had never known, then she 
might lose all control and they would see she was enjoying it. 

How else could they know that although it was happening by their force, she 
was actually fulfilling one of her own erotic daydreams? Just the thought 
that she was actually going to enjoy being their sexual victim made her hate 
herself. She knew that she was as much the victim of her own sexual weakness 
as of their power over her. 

She reminded herself that there were at least fifteen boys in the room and 
that she should be revolted by what she was doing in front of them. But as 
the banana sank deeper into her vaginal channel, she knew that there was no 
use fighting the growing sense of need she was feeling down there. 

"Black Daddy," grinned silently to himself. Now that he had gotten her 
started, the lovely, young girl was certainly allowing the banana to plunge 
deeper into her than he had expected. He had more or less only intended it 
as a beginning, never expecting her to go ahead with it. 

But now as he watched the first signs of an awakening sexuality, his own 
cock began to stir. It was exciting to see that, in spite of her own modesty 
and current surroundings. She was starting to get off on it! 

He noticed that the little girl might very well turn out to be a hot bitch 
before they let her go. It was obvious that she was starting to get hot from 
the fruit. He decided not to make any comments out loud that would distract 
her, letting her get some enjoyment as long as the gang did, too. 

Instead, he whispered to her, in a confiding tone as if he were her friend, 
and wanted none of the crowd to hear. 

"That thing is in about as far as it will go, baby. Just pull it out nice 
and slow so you can get used to it. Then you can push it in again. In and 
out, nice and slow. That's the way, baby." 

Wendy could not control the urge to follow "Black Daddy's" whispered 
instructions. She pulled the banana back out about halfway, then started to 
push it in again. Finding that the sensation was not an unpleasant one, she 
repeated the same procedure and discovered that it felt even better. 

In fact, each time she pulled it out and pushed it in again, the feeling of 
pleasure became a little more intense. It was no longer necessary for the 
leader to coax her along, but in order to keep face with the group he began 
to make little comments. 

"You can really fuck yourself good with a thing like that. How does it 
feel?" 

"Ummmmmm." 

"Don't bother. You don't have to say anything. I can tell that you like it! 
Try this. Now that you're broken, the cucumber will feel better." 

As the cucumber was an exceptionally large size and very wide, "Black Daddy" 
was certain that it would bring her to a quick orgasm. Wendy cursed herself 
for letting her free hand reach out for the big thing while her other hand 
plunged the banana in even deeper. 

Now, with the new instrument of pleasure clenched tightly in her hand, she 
pulled the blood-covered banana out of her slit and plunged the cucumber 
right in. 

"Ohhhhhhh!" 

She was grunting now, as her body adjusted to that added width and depth of 
the new fucking tool. She wished with all her might that the entire gang 
would disappear and she could continue to ram herself with the green dildo. 
She realized that her speed was picking up now, but she was not conscious of 
having made it happen. 

As hard as she tried to control her emotions they carried her away with 
them. There was moisture building within her and Wendy could tell that this 
time it was more than just blood seeping down her thighs. 

It was the kind of lubrication that her friend had described. Now she 
understood exactly what was meant by passion juice. The higher her sense of 
pleasure the more juice. There would be an orgasm! That she knew for sure. 
She had heard it described so many times! 

Wendy's frightened breathing had turned to the ragged rasping of passion. It 
was difficult to get the air in and out of her lungs and her mouth had gone 
so dry that she was sure the leader had to notice. She was right. 

"Listen to her pant. I think she's really ready." 

"You see that you move out of the way when she comes. We all want to get a 
good view of that." 

"Amen, brother." 

"Yeah." 

"Solid, man!" 

She hated them all for what they had forced her to do. But she also realized 
that she hated them for staying around to see it. Nevertheless, it was 
impossible to stop her hand from plunging the cucumber faster and faster 
into her hungry cunt. 

Her moans were getting to be so loud that a hush went over her audience as 
if they all knew what was going on inside her body and they were riding 
along with it in their minds. 

While she was aware that the entire crowd was breathlessly watching her 
every move, Wendy was too far gone to stop what she was doing. As the first 
waves of her impending orgasm began to crash over every nerve in her body 
she quickly forgot there was even anyone else in the room. 

All she could think of was the new, wonderfully exciting feeling that was 
going on inside her body. Behind her tightly closed eyelids, bright colors 
exploded. Suddenly her entire body convulsed and the first gusher of come 
erupted! 

She arched her body up towards the ceiling and banged the cucumber heavily 
into herself. Her body was immediately shot through with a searing pain, but 
it was washed away immediately by another flowing of her come. This exchange 
only incited her further and she pulled the vegetable out full length, only 
to plunge it into herself again with full force. 

This last time brought her to the peak of her orgasm. In a few more moments 
the last tremors of orgasm had subsided and she lay in an exhausted 
stillness. 

Again she began to cry. She was far more ashamed now than she had been when 
she was first told to get undressed. To her complete humiliation, she had 
been made to show all of them that she could sink to the lowest levels of 
depravity, the levels at which they thrived. 

She rolled her body into the fetal position and wished fervently that she 
could somehow die. Wendy willed her mind to stop functioning and so she 
barely heard the leader speak. 

"Man! Was that, beautiful! I haven't seen that hot a cunt on any broad!" 

"We gotta hang on to this one "Blackie". We could really have us one hell of 
a time." 

"I was thinking that." 

"Maybe she would go for the real thing. I got a cock that is just aching to 
get in there. What do you say, boss?" 

"Hang on to your drawers. Give her a chance to get herself together. Or 
would you rather have a dead fish on your hands?" 

"Hey, if I didn't know better I would say you're getting to dig this chick." 

"Watch it, pal. Ill put you through the wall." 

While the argument was going on around her, Wendy just lay where she was. 
She was the picture of dejection. As the pleasurable sensations subsided 
from her body, she became aware of a painful throbbing in her cunt. 

She knew that she must have done some damage to herself in the fury of the 
final moments. The cucumber was still lying by her side and she brushed it 
off to the mattress, not even blinking as it fell to the floor. 

Then she mustered up the last vestiges of her strength and turned herself so 
that her back was to the gang. She did her best to pretend that she was no 
longer living. There was some bustling going on behind her, and a great deal 
of whispering, but Wendy didn't much care. If they were getting ready to 
slit her throat it was just fine with her. 

Finally, her curiosity got to her and she turned around to see what was 
going on. She opened her eyes to the sight of the black leader unzipping his 
pants and pulling out what seemed like the most tremendous erection in the 
world. 

Her eyes wide with terror and frightened fascination, she starred at the 
huge thing. It was rigid and stood straight out from his body, pointing 
right at her like a loaded gun, ready to go off at any second. Beneath the 
menacing stalk hung a pair of black, hairy balls that swung every time he 
made the slightest move. 

If she had been frightened before, she was out of her mind with horror now. 
Somehow, she had felt all along that they would expect only one thing of her 
and then she would be set free. After her session with the fruit. Wendy 
expected to have her clothes thrown at her and asked to leave. But it had to 
be only wishful thinking. She should have know there would be no escape 
before the big, black guy had gotten his jollies. 

"Black Daddy" was staring down at her and rubbing his cock frantically to 
keep it in a constant state of readiness. 

"My turn, baby. Suck!" 

Wendy's whole face twisted with emotional pain, but she had no will to 
resist. She had some idea of what she was expected to do as she had heard 
about it so many times from her friends. They all thought it was quite a 
kick to go down on their boyfriends' pricks, but looking at the huge, black 
thing throbbing in front of her face, Wendy could not see how they managed 
to put all that flesh into their mouths. 

She made one honest attempt to get her face close to the big prick, but 
recoiled with disgust when she inhaled the sweat of his body. "Black Daddy" 
grabbed her by the back of the head and forced her forward, pulling her so 
roughly that she fell to the ground on her knees before him. 

"That's right where you belong. Now open your mouth and take it in before I 
knock your teeth out." 

"Why don't you let us work her over a little so she'll be happy to oblige 
you." 

"She'll be happy to oblige. Right?" 

He hefted his weapon up until it was in a straight line with her mouth, then 
pressed the tip against her lips until they were pried open. Wendy gagged, 
but the hard thing against her teeth hurt so much that she was forced to 
open her mouth. 

As soon as he saw his way in, he immediately began to shove his cock between 
her teeth. Quite by accident, her tongue brushed against it and he stopped 
pushing and started moaning. 

"That's the way, you sweet cocksucker! Flick your tongue all over my meat! 
Suck, baby! If you do a good job we might just let you go." 

It almost sounded as if the leader might be telling the truth. Now that her 
mouth had adjusted to the intrusion of the big thing she decided to move her 
mouth and head back and forth on it figuring that the faster the pace, the 
faster he would come and then be through with her. 

She had to put one hand on his tool in order to steady herself. Then she 
began to bob her head up and down on it with a rapid motion, flicking her 
tongue every so often across the tip, as he had seemed to enjoy it so much. 

He continued to grunt and groan quite a bit as he had begun as soon as his 
shaft went into her mouth. But the sounds kept getting louder and more 
insistent as the minutes ticked by. Pretty soon he was humping himself 
forward and then he put his hands on her head and began to yank at her hair. 

"Any second. It's gonna happen!" 

Wendy began to work frantically on his cock, wanting to get it all over with 
as quickly as possible. She still believed that the black gang leader would 
keep his word after he had shot his load. 

His load! What was she supposed to do with it!? There was no time to make 
any plans. He was grunting like a pig and grinding his hips right into her 
face. She knew that he was trying to shove even more of his meat into her 
mouth, but she was able to get past that by closing her lips tightly. 

In just a few seconds her efforts were rewarded with a massive explosion of 
cream that went shooting right down her throat. As it turned out there had 
been no decision for her to make. All she could do was swallow hard and try 
her best to keep from choking. 

He continued to hold her head smack against his belly until the last drops 
of his come had been poured down her throat. Again, she tried to pretend 
that she really wasn't there, but it just did not work. The gang was 
clapping and whistling, stamping their feet and yelling for an "encore." 

It was possible that she had signed her own death warrant, by getting him to 
come in her mouth. Now they all wanted the same thing! 

"You are some hell of a bitch. If I hadn't seen the blood, I wouldn't have 
believed you were a virgin. Damn if you didn't suck every last drop of the 
come out of me." 

Then he turned to the gang, took a bow, and waved graciously in her 
direction. 

"Anybody interested in taking seconds?" 

"I'm your lieutenant, so I got a right." 

"Anybody want to challenge Jocko to the next turn?" 

The room was silent. Jocko was known as a hit man, since he enjoyed drawing 
blood as much as they enjoyed getting laid. An argument with him one minute 
might lead to a knife in the back the next. So there was not a single 
challenge from anyone. 

By the time Jocko got up to the front of the room, his large cock already 
sticking out, Wendy was trembling. 

Wendy couldn't help thinking that she was every bit as naive as her friends 
claimed. To have thought she would get out of that room without having to go 
through the entire crowd could only be the workings of a fogged brain. 

So great was Jocko's lust for the girl that he almost knocked "Black Daddy" 
out of his chair as he advanced. He grabbed his cock and waved it under her 
nose.. 

'Take a good look. This is what you're going to get next." 

Wendy tried to swallow hard, then licked her sticky mouth. She closed her 
eyes and opened her lips, preparing herself for the next attack. But Jocko 
only stood over her and laughed. 

"You think all you get to do is suck us off? I'm going to give you a real 
honor. I'm going to give you the honor of being screwed into the mattress by 
yours truly." 

"You heard what the man said. Get up off your knees and onto the bed." 

"No, please! I just can't stand it." 

"You won't have to stand it, baby. This is one that you can take lying 
down." 

Still, Wendy refused to budge. She had gotten her second wind now and was 
starting to fight back. 

"This is where I get off. I've had it." 

"Not yet!" 

With that, Jocko picked her up and threw her on the bed. Then he began 
coming towards her again. Wendy was furious with herself for not putting up 
more of a protest. But the big thing in the Puerto Rican's hand was becoming 
fascinating to her. She began to actually feel a desire for the lanky boy to 
climb on top of her. 

She looked straight at his big tool and told herself that if fruits and 
vegetables had felt that good, then a real prick was bound to feel terrific. 
The fact that his body was long and angular made his prick look almost 
tremendous. 

The juices were beginning to flow down her thighs once more. Now she 
recognized it for what it was. Plain lust! While she tried to salve her 
conscience by telling herself that she had no choice but to submit to being 
raped by the Puerto Rican, the wetness in her crotch was saying something 
else. In her heart she knew that if he did not take her now, she might just 
sit up and ask for it. 

"Big Daddy" had been thinking of working himself up and then taking her 
cunt. He had wanted to be the first man in there, but even though he was the 
leader, he knew that it would be wise to let Jocko have his way. 

There would have been no way to keep Jocko from mounting her even if the 
whole fucking army tried. Wendy, meanwhile, was aching to have it in her and 
had spread her legs for him. With a twisted leer on his face he dropped his 
pants, hopped on the bed and quickly mounted her. His cock made instant 
contact with her pussy. 

"Ummmmmmmm." 

The moan was crushed right out of her body as she clung to his pressing 
body. Jocko sensed her urge to be fucked and pushed hard into her, forcing 
almost the entire length of his prick into her cunt with one swift motion. 

Wendy screamed, but it was a mixed bag to her. There was a great deal of 
pain, but this time there was immediate pleasure. 

Once more Jocko pressed down into her, burying his tool even deeper. Wendy 
was already spinning. 

"More. I want more!" 

"Did I hear right? Say it again. Say it loud!" 

"Please. Don't make me!" 

"Say it loud or I'll take it away." 

With tears of shame streaming down her face, Wendy opened her mouth and 
raised her voice loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. 

"Ohhhh, baby! Is this ever the tightest hole I've ever been in." 

He pounded furiously into her with a thrusting that made her grunt and sob 
as her body was rocked all over. He was fucking her too hard to keep himself 
going for very long, as Jocko was not out to score points for style. He was 
only out to get his rocks off and that was something he was coming very 
close to achieving. 

Jocko gripped her by the shoulders and started slamming away at her even 
harder. He knew that he was going to come at any second and he wanted to 
make the most of what little time he had left. But Wendy couldn't have cared 
less. Her own come was building rapidly within her belly and boiled right 
over the top before she had a chance to take another deep breath. Even as 
she came, digging her nails into his back, she was sobbing into his ear. 

"Please don't stop! More!" 

He was just about at his limit before shooting, but he rammed her now as if 
he wanted to kill her, taking out all the rage of his life on her gyrating 
cunt. Jocko pushed his hands under her ass and lifted her each time he 
slammed in. 

But instead of fighting the brutal assault, Wendy lifted her body even 
higher, begging him to fuck her even harder. 

Jocko felt like he was going to black out! His breath was so short that his 
chest hurt. Before he could make even one more lunge, his cock began to 
shoot and he fell on top of her. Their bodies twitched and jerked. 

Wendy clung to his body, sobbing her heart out and not even knowing why. 
Then she looked at the Latin face and greasy hair and really began to cry. 
In one night the gang had taken a clean, innocent girl and turned her into a 
filthy, depraved whore. 

Jocko pulled out of her and sat by the edge of the bed along with "Black 
Daddy." Since she wasn't saying anything, they decided that her tortured 
sobbing was the result of a great deal of pain and internal damage. 
Awkwardly, they tried to comfort her. 

She had been so sweet and they had no real desire to hurt her past the point 
of getting their sexual kicks. And she had plenty of time to study their 
faces, and remember them down to the last detail. So they awkwardly tried to 
comfort her, but their efforts made her cry harder. 

Before the gang could say anything about wanting their nexts, "Black Daddy" 
ordered them all on their feet and they scrambled out of the room with 
"Black Daddy" and Jocko at the end of the line. 

Together they made one last try to get her collected. 

"What's wrong? It's all over. Everyone is gone. There won't be no more 
fucking so you can leave when you want." 

"Go to hell. Why don't you two get out of here and leave me alone to die in 
peace." 

Then she turned on her stomach and began to cry. They were all for running 
out of the room and leaving her. But if she wandered downstairs she would 
see the address and from there was only a short stop to the precinct. No, 
they had to calm her down, get her dressed and out of there so they could 
drop her off somewhere in her neighborhood. 

That way she would have no way of knowing where she was and no way to get 
back to them. It would be easy to stay away from the area where she lived. 

She was still crying and it was starting to get on Jocko's nerves. He picked 
her head up and smacked her. The smack was sufficiently hard and snapped her 
out of it for a few seconds. 

"You stop that before I really give you something to cry about." 

He had bellowed the words into her ear. The undisguised threat made her calm 
down. In another few seconds the tears stopped. 

"Now dry your eyes and get your clothes on. Me and Jocko will drop you off 
near your house." 

"But remember that we know where to find you even if you can't find us. So 
if any cops start roaming around well know you sent them and we'll come get 
you" 

Saying nothing, Wendy sat up on the mattress and started getting dressed. 
She took a tissue out of her purse and dabbed at the blood on her legs. It 
was all caked and she had to dip the tissue into a can of beer to wash 
herself. 

Then she continued to dress. She had very little trouble until she put her 
shoes on and tried to stand up. Her knees buckled from under her and the two 
boys had to hold her under the arms to keep her from falling. 

Together they helped her down the stairs and into the street where the car 
was parked in front of the building. Wendy tried to turn around and get her 
bearings, but she was shoved into the car before she had the chance. 

They put her in the seat between them, but Jocko forced her head down into 
his lap so that she could not see any of the street signs. 

After what seemed like hours, Jocko let her up. They were at the spot from 
which they had taken her. They helped her out and leaned her up against a 
tree as she was still weak. 

"You should be able to make it home from here." 

"Remember your instructions. We can always find you." 

Wendy nodded weakly and the car sped off. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

On the way back to their side of town, "Black Daddy" was ominously quiet. 
When they came to the block of the local high school he pulled the car up 
and parked. Jocko was confused. 

"What's wrong? What do you want to stop for?" 

"What right these people got to be so good and nice? Didn't we just prove 
that a girl like her can live just the way we do?" 

"I suppose. What you driving at?" 

'Take a look at this school. Tennis courts, pool. We got anything like 
this?" 

"You kidding?" 

"Then why should they? She probably goes to this school right here. That 
girl fucked and sucked like a champ. But tomorrow morning, she'll be the 
clean, little lady again and nobody will be the wiser. She'll go to this 
school in fresh clothes and her parents will be very proud of her. Your 
parents proud of you?" 

"I don't even know who they are?" 

"That settles it. We're gonna teach this town a lesson. Show them no 
neighborhood has more rights than the other." 

"What you got in mind?" 

"Dump the school. Destroy it." 

"We gotta get in there first and case the joint." 

"Think I don't know that? In the morning you and I walk in like a couple of 
students." 

"Check that. Ain't no blacks in this neighborhood. Me, I might pass if we 
pick up some clothes." 

"Okay, you and Frankie do it. Least he's white." 

Then the car sped off to a block where there were several stores. The boys 
selected one which displayed some expensive men's clothing and promptly 
smashed the front door. They took their time selecting wardrobes. 

They did not bother to take anything that might not fit. Why bother? If they 
ever needed something else there was always more stores to knock off. Jocko 
spent the night planning his strategy and first thing in the morning dropped 
his boys off in front of the school. 

If the school was anything like theirs then some location in the basement 
would be best for a nice bomb. They did not want to have any victims if it 
were possible. While a bombing might bring the law looking for them, a bunch 
of dead bodies would mean that the law and the local populace would leave no 
stone unturned until they were found. 

No, all they were interested in was getting their message across by use of 
the bomb and then getting the hell out of there. 

While classes were in session, they wandered down the staircase and into the 
basement. In their neighborhood school, shops and job training classes were 
held in the basement. But basement level atmosphere seemed to be too 
unhealthy for the better class of kids. 

All they found was a bunch of lockers, plus storage rooms and maintenance 
offices. That was great as far as they were concerned. It was not likely 
that they would be seen setting the whole thing up, and also not likely that 
the bomb would be discovered before it went off. Walking through the rooms, 
searching for the best possible bombsite, they heard a crew of men shuffling 
down the staircase. Hiding behind a locker they learned from the 
conversation that the basement level of the school was about to undergo an 
overhaul. From that morning on, workmen would be bustling about. 

Immediately, that level of the school became a risk. Either themselves or 
the bomb were sure to be found. As all the other levels were filled with 
classes for most of the day, all that remained was the roof, or one of the 
Johns. On the roof, there was a good chance that they would be spotted 
planting it, even if they did so during the night. 

The area was much too well-lit for a stunt like that. As they walked up the 
staircases and through the halls, they remarked to each other that there 
were no guards. The school had never known a single incident of violence. 

Well, no school deserved to exist without a lesson in violence. It was high 
time that the people of the white, middle-class neighborhood learned what it 
was like to live with a little violence as part of their existence. 

For a crowded school, the halls seemed quiet. The students were known to be 
the best and most studious in the entire state, and their scholastic level 
was the highest in the country. This information was on the bulletin boards. 

Something would have to be done to change all that. Deciding one of the 
girls' bathrooms was the place since it was less likely the bomb would be 
found, the boys left the school and went back to their side of town. 

The bomb "Black Daddy" created was a rather small one, which was no easy 
feat considering that it was fabricated from dynamite, plus all sorts of 
odds and ends found in garbage cans and kitchen cupboards. Considering that 
they only wished to make a point, and not reduce the entire school to 
rubble, they decided that the amount of dynamite should be sufficient to put 
the school out of order for several days, but not enough to close it down 
entirely. 

They would call the newspaper at that moment it was to go off and make their 
statement about teenage equality. When it was over, "Black Daddy" felt sure 
that he would be able to forget the little girl and go back to the everyday 
routine of heists and robberies, with an occasional rape to add a little 
spice. 

Even to himself "Black Daddy" did not admit that the courage of the young 
girl had moved him. Hysterics and begging on her part would have served to 
heighten the pleasure of the group, but the girl had proven that she had 
spunk, even in the face of the two dozen hard-nosed bastards. 

"Black Daddy" wondered if his own sister would have stood up as well. Damn 
that little, white bitch! She had really gotten to him and he didn't like 
it. She had actually made him feel guilty for the first time. Guilt was 
something he couldn't handle and the best way to eliminate it was to go out 
and do something even more notorious. 

He was sure that if no one else guessed who might have set the bomb, Wendy 
would. It would probably be the first thing that came to her mind. The 
building was surrounded on three sides by sports facilities and "Black 
Daddy" wished a portion of the building to be destroyed that could be seen 
all over the neighborhood. That left only the front location, which worked 
out fine as the girl's bathrooms were all located in a line on every floor 
to the front of the building. 

Since there were no guards, he could safely have his boys place the bomb 
after the last session ended. The school was sure to be deserted. But no 
kids like those usually were involved in extracurricular crap like school 
plays and newspapers. It would be best to wait an extra hour so the dumb 
honkies could be safely home at their dinner tables when the place was 
rocked. 

Jocko and Frankie entered the school just as the bell for the end of the 
class rang and found themselves a cozy place to hide while the meetings and 
groups took care of their business. The place finally seemed to be deserted, 
but they waited a few minutes longer. 

They scurried around the halls, looking in all the doorways and found not a 
soul. Then they casually went back to where their equipment was stashed and 
set everything up. Together they walked into the girls' bathroom. A few 
minutes were spent playing around with some left-over lipstick which they 
used to scrawl obscenities on the mirror. 

After that bit of fun, they looked around for the best place to stash the 
stuff. It would have to be either the paper dispensers, or the storage case 
for sanitary napkins. They decided on the rag box, finding it appropriate in 
their minds. 

Using some tape from a first-aid kit, they set the timing mechanism, taped 
it to the bomb and then taped the entire package inside the rag box. 
Satisfied that all was now well, they left the school and walked across the 
street where they climbed to the roof of the local department store and 
unpacked some sandwiches and beer. 

In the street below, Jose was stationed at a payphone, ready to make the 
call at the very second the place blew up. He had a prepared speech in his 
hand and was to hang up as soon as he read it so that the call could not be 
traced. The whole thing went off like clockwork and in the quiet 
neighborhood the explosion could be heard everywhere. The boys stood up and 
pointed at the colorful fireworks. 

Then they sat down and finished their beers, leaving the roof and getting 
into their car just as the police and fire department arrived. "Black Daddy" 
had proven once again that he was the best gang leader of all time. None of 
the other boys really understood why he wanted to bomb the place, but it 
sounded like a fun thing to do so they went along. 

None of the other boys came close to the intellect of "Black Daddy." If he 
had been born white and middle-class, he would have been a cinch for a 
university scholarship. 

But, instead, he was born to a hooker and had never known his father. He was 
black, but smart as a ""whip and he turned all of his intelligence to 
planning and carrying out the best gang maneuvers that his state had ever 
seen. 

"Black Daddy" felt a refreshing sense of relief as the bomb went off. He 
pictures the pretty, white girl, snug in her middle-class home as she heard 
the explosion. Did she instantly know? Or did she have to think about it for 
a minute before she got their message? 

 CHAPTER THREE 

A full week went by in which the boy laid low until the smoke of the bombing 
had finally blown away. If anyone did suspect their particular group, none 
approached him. "Black Daddy" was feeling great about the whole thing. 

Not only had he succeeded in ridding himself of the guilt over the young 
white girl, but he had bombed a middle-class neighborhood and gotten away 
with it, although they had made page one in all of the newspapers. 

"Investigation Planned," the headlines had said, but that was the usual 
tripe printed following an incident. Nothing much ever happened. Civic 
organizations talked about arming themselves. Mothers warned their daughters 
not to go out alone at night. In general, life went on pretty much as 
before. 

By Friday night, "Black Daddy" was feeling bored and he was sure that his 
men must have been feeling even more so. It was time to plan a caper. 

Their own low-class neighborhood was surrounded by middle and upper class 
ones. One section in particular had fascinated him for some time. It was 
mainly Italian and Spanish, clustered here and there with several Catholic 
churches and parochial schools. 

There was something about all those sheltered children and pious children 
that was just screaming to be defamed as far as he was concerned. It was 
time they learned to stop living in the past and realize that today's world 
was full of violence and hard living. 

Now that he had really thought about it, that neighborhood was a perfect 
choice. They rode around the section that night and selected a school which 
seemed to have a high percentage of girls. 

Parking the car across the street at lunch, they watched the students 
running out in their uniforms. "Black Daddy" and Jocko kept themselves busy, 
watching the girls file past and looking for a choice specimen. Nothing 
seemed to appeal to them until they saw a pretty, little thing, apparently 
quite shy from the way she hung behind the crowd. 

She had straight, black hair, shining all the way down to her waist and 
bright green eyes. Her skin was pale white. But even the modest school 
uniform did not hide the fact that even at what they guessed to be age 
fourteen or so. She already had the makings of a dynamite figure. The blouse 
of her jumper was pushed out in front by a pair of boobs that were huge. 

When she sensed that she was being watched, she clutched to her books in an 
effort to hide her breasts. No doubt, such a young girl, from an obviously 
pious background had been taught to be ashamed of her lush body. From that 
modest gesture alone, "Black Daddy" decided that this girl was the perfect 
target. 

The boys talked it over and decided to come back at three, whereby the least 
offensive-looking of them would walk up behind her and deliver a cryptic 
message which she would not be able" to fail to respond to. 

There were only four of them in the car, with the rest of the gang waiting 
at an abandoned house. It had been too rough getting rid of the girl the 
last time and they decided to stash her in her own neighborhood, then leave 
her behind when they were through with her. 

All four had a hard time sitting still in the car until it was time to 
spring into action. There had been very little sex available in the crowd 
that week, as their own women had been in hiding ever since two of them were 
busted with a couple of Johns they rolled. 

The entire crowd, male and female, were just spoiling for some action to 
break the monotony. "Black Daddy" knew how explosive this situation was and 
to prevent them from doing something on impulse which might lead them to 
prison, he had taken the situation in hand and decided on stealing the girl. 

Finally, after what seemed like hours, they spotted the girl walking out of 
the building. She was hanging behind, as before,. Georgie walked up behind 
her with a scrap of paper. 

"Excuse me. I wonder if you would be able to help. My friend there in the 
car is hurt and we're not familiar with this neighborhood. Could you direct 
us to the nearest hospital?" 

An immediate look of concern came over her face. She was far too innocent to 
be suspicious of the boy's words. A close look at her showed that she was 
apparently Italian and foreign-born, judging from her accent. 

"Yes. You just go down the street and-" 

"Please, if you don't mind. I don't drive and I'm afraid I wouldn't get the 
directions right. Would you mind telling them to the driver?" 

Timidly, but more out of shyness, the girl followed him to the door of the 
car and leaned over. In a flash, hands were on her and she was thrown into 
the back seat. Georgie hopped in behind her and threw her to the floor where 
they all pinned her down with their feet. 

She had not made a sound. Unknown to them, in her Tear, the only thing she 
could think of doing was saying her prayers, and even this she was afraid to 
do out loud. 

Meanwhile, back at the old house, which was set up on a hill away from the 
rest of the neighborhood, the gang was getting everything ready for their 
arrival. The study had been selected as the best room for their party. 

There were double doors which could be locked from both the inside and 
outside, which was perfect for their sense of security. Guards would be 
posted in and out of the room, not only to keep intruders out, but to keep 
their little victim in. 

What had once been the only window in the room was still curtained, but for 
some reason had been bricked off. So the only way out of the room would be 
to pass the double set of guards. And nobody ever got past them! 

"Black Daddy" came into the room ahead of his men, who were still struggling 
to carry the girl into the house. As they carried her out of the car to the 
place where she was being taken, she had started to put up a fight. They 
were glad, as they had thought merely raping her would be dull. She had not 
seemed to have much life to her, and they had begun to think they could have 
made a better choice. 

But now she was showing spirit, and they congratulated their leader on his 
selection. Their leader, meanwhile, was struggling with a fast-beating 
heart. In the big house, with all his men to do his bidding, and a 
frightened young girl just waiting to be mauled by him, he had a feeling of 
great power. 

Still, he tried to look cool in front of his men. This past week he had 
decided to run his group like a mercenary force. And he was to be a 
Castro-like military leader. He had to appear cool, level-headed and on top 
of every detail. Above all, he had to be super-masculine in order to keep 
the respect of his men. 

Composing his features, he sat down to wait for the delivery of the girl. A 
scant two minutes passed before there was a heavy knock on the door in their 
special code. "Open." 

Jocko escorted the girl inside and pointed to her. 

"She said that her name is Theresa." 

The girl, blushing, tried to find a corner of the room to hide in, but she 
was pushed into the center, facing the black leader. Assured that she was 
too frightened to bolt and run, Jocko then quickly left the room. Each of 
the men had a part to play and they were doing so to the letter. 

"Black Daddy" had said nothing or made any move that would give away his 
elated feelings. The truth was that he was very caught up with the girls 
stunning Italian beauty. His heated eyes devoured her every feature. 

Theresa, meanwhile, was obviously frightened of the black face that was 
staring at her so hotly. Her face was absolutely scarlet with shame and she 
hung her head low. 

The black leader continued to look at her, and decided that she was quite a 
beauty. Even though she was still an adolescent, her skin was unmarked. She 
was taller than most girls, and slender in silhouette. Her body told him 
that she must have come from good Italian stock and seemed to be the picture 
of robust health. Even the curve of her hips was a graceful one. The breasts 
themselves were a knock-out, and if they looked this good under the uniform, 
"Big Daddy" couldn't wait to see how they looked once they were bare. All 
the time he was looking at her with cool arrogance, his cock was throbbing 
at the thought of having stolen such a beauty, who was still as innocent as 
the day she was born. 

However, all she could see was the mask of arrogant power. Theresa was not 
able to handle the insistent stare. She hung her head even lower and wrung 
her hands in front of her. She was aching to cry out for them to let her go, 
but she was much too shy to say a word. 

Neither did "Black Daddy" say anything. The silence made her feel even more 
nervous. He waited until she was fidgeting with her feet as well as her 
hands before he said anything. 

"Come closer to me." 

She didn't move and the leader at first was not sure that she had heard him. 
Perhaps he was carrying the coolness a little too far. This time he spoke 
with more force. 

"I said come closer." 

The girl took two tiny steps, her head still hung down. Then she froze to 
the spot on which she landed. 

"You're still a mile away. Get over here." 

Again the girl forced herself to take a few steps. 

"What did they say your name was?" 

"Theresa, signor." 

"Signor. I like that. How old are you?" 

"Fourteen. Fourteen and a half, signor." 

"Now isn't that cute? And a half, no less." 

"Ah, the truth is fourteen and three months." 

"Very honest of you. Are you a good girl?" 

"Of course, signor." 

"You say your prayers at night?" 

"And also at morning mass." 

"That is something. Have you ever let a man touch you?" 

"No, never," she said with shocked animation. 

"I was just asking. No need to get into a huff." 

"I am a good, pious girl, signor." 

"Yes, lean tell. You may sit down." 

The girl nodded her thanks and sat demurely in the nearest chair, arranging 
her skirt carefully about her knees. Then she folded her hands daintily in 
her lap. 

The powerful black stud got up from his chair and leaned on the back of 
hers. He inhaled the sweet smell of her fresh-washed hair. The strain of 
remaining cool was getting to him. She was much too appealing to stay away 
from for long. 

"You know, a body like yours just begs to be fucked." 

As she heard the words, the girl's face went white. She made a feeble 
attempt to get up from her seat. But before she could manage it the two 
guards were at her side. 

The touch of their hands made her sit back down, made her shudder. 

"Where did you think you were going?" 

"I'm-I'm not sure. I would like to go home if it's all right with you." 

"It isn't. You will be allowed to leave when we're finished with you." 

"What will you do with me?" 

"Oh, all sorts of fun things. You'll find out soon enough." 

Theresa picked up on the ominous tone to the words, and in spite of the 
presence of the guards, made another attempt to get up. "Black Daddy" put 
his hand on her shoulder and dug into the tender flesh. 

The girl screamed, and with the strength born of sheer terror, managed to 
escape from his grasp. He signaled with his eyes to the guards to let him 
handle it. The girl tried to back away from him and began to cry. 

"I am very sorry, but I would like to go home right away. Please! I must go 
home!" 

"Black Daddy" saw no reason to answer her. He stood and smiled at her until 
she calmed down. No move was made towards her. 

"Please, signor. I don't know what you are looking for. If you are seeking a 
girl for your pleasure, I'm afraid you're mistaken." 

"I wasn't mistaken. I'm sure you will give me a great deal of pleasure. In 
fact, I think in a little time you will probably give us all pleasure." 

"Please don't talk to me like that. I cannot listen to such talk." 

"I think you could use a little lesson in obedience. Don't they teach that 
sort of thing at your school?" 

"They teach humility." 

"Humility. Is that what they call it? And what happened for punishment if 
you were not "humble" enough?" 

"We were punished." 

"Did they beat you?" 

"No. One of our privileges would be taken away." 

"Is that what they call punishment? Are you trying to tell me that they 
never spanked you?" 

"No, signor. The sisters are kind to us." 

"Seems to me they went much too easy on you. Maybe that's why you are so 
disrespectful to me. Don't you know who I am?" 

"No, I do not, signor." 

"I am a man! A cock-carrying, hard-fighting man. And that means that you 
must obey. I hope you understand me." 

Theresa could find no answer for his words. She was too shocked to think of 
any. "Black Daddy" meanwhile, became very thoughtful. His plans had taken 
him as far as they went. He had not worked them out much further than 
getting her to the house and probably fucking her. 

But something about such a beautiful girl being so damned prudish and polite 
was starting to irritate him. It was beginning to bring out a sadistic urge 
in him. An urge to take out all the frustrations and angers of his life on 
this one, innocent, young and beautiful. 

He decided to lead his prey along a very tricky path. But first, he would 
have to gain her confidence. 

"You really don't have to worry. Nothing terrible is going to happen to you. 
We were just having a little innocent fun." 

"Do you mean it? Oh, thank you. I am so grateful. Now, if I might be allowed 
to leave." 

"Of course. In just a little while." 

"Black Daddy" had to turn his head away just then. He knew that the sneer on 
his face would be sure to give his true intentions away. Instead, he snapped 
a finger and was instantly brought a cigarette and matches. Theresa was very 
impressed by the quick attention. 

He began to smoke and look around as if he had momentarily forgotten about 
her. After a few minutes, in which he was sure she was becoming exceedingly 
tense, the black leader motioned for her to come in front of the desk behind 
which he was sitting. 

The two guards came up right behind her and when she felt their close 
presence, she walked forward of her own will. She continued to wring her 
hands and fixed her gaze on a worn spot in the rug. 

"You said that you were grateful to me. How would you like a chance to prove 
it?" 

"How?" 

"All you have to do is follow a few simple instructions." 

"Yes, signor. I will." 

"That's very good. Now kneel down in front of me." 

"Kneel signor? I don't understand." 

That remark is a sign of disobedience. I may just have to change my mind 
about letting you go unharmed." 

"Can I not know the reason for this kneeling?" 

"No you cannot. Do you wish me to change my mind about you?" 

"No, signor. I will do as you request." 

Modestly she dropped to her knees on the carpet, and carefully arranged the 
pleats of her skirt around her. Then she looked up at him with shyly 
questioning eyes. 

"Black Daddy" looked down at her for a long time, relishing the pretty looks 
and the innocence in her eyes. When she caught the meaning of his stare, she 
lowered her own eyes, and turned her head to the side. By doing this, her 
chest was left uncovered, and his stare dropped to this area, where he 
feasted on the ample expanse of her bosom. 

He took a long drag on his cigarette, then stooped and exhaled the smoke 
right into her face. Her head went back and she began to cough. Her eyes 
were filled with tears, but the black leader was unmoved by them. 

"Easy to see that you don't smoke. You'll get used to it." 

Again, he went silent for an agonizing minute, wanting the girl to suffer 
some more. Then he had an inspiration. "Drop the front of your jumper, and 
open your blouse. I want to have a look at those tits of yours." 

"But you can't mean that. You said you wouldn't harm me." 

"What harm can there be in having a little look?" 

"But I would be ashamed to death. A woman should show her body only to her 
husband." 

"And what about her doctor? Is she permitted to show them to her doctor?" 

"Yes, signor. But...." 

"So I'm not really a doctor. Don't you have any imagination?" 

"Yes, signor." 

"Then pretend that I am your doctor and start undressing." 

"But I cannot." 

Theresa was gripped with an awful fear. She looked all around the room, as 
if she could find some answer there. But everything she saw only frightened 
her more. The two guards were having quite a good time watching the show 
their leader was putting on for them. Further into the room was some sort of 
a low bench, which held the clay corpses of long-dead plants, and a very 
large, velvet sofa, with dusty cushions tossed about on it. 

No, there was no refuge in that room. "Black Daddy" grabbed her arm, holding 
her so tightly that he was raising a nice black-and-blue mark on her flesh. 

"Please, signor. You are hurting me." 

"I can see that. Will you do as you are told, or will I have to use force?" 

"Will you please let me go? I would rather die than show my body to you. It 
is a sin. I cannot commit such a sin!" 

"Last chance. Are you going to show me those tits, or aren't you?" 

"Owww! Please, signor. You are hurting me very much. I cannot do such a 
thing, and it is useless for you to ask me again." 

"You think showing your tits is bad. That's not all you're going to show me. 
I am going to see your ass, and your cunt. You are going to be completely 
naked, and I am going to see every inch of that sainted body of yours." 

The sound of his own words rang in his ears, and his passions began to rise 
some more. He held the girl tightly by the arm, and prevented her from 
moving in any direction. She tried very hard to get loose, twisting her body 
all around, which annoyed the black stud. 

So he stood up, with his legs spread apart, and then bent her forward and 
under his body. With a savage twist, he pulled her wrists across her back, 
and motioned for one of the guards, who brought out a length of rope and 
tied her hands together. 

"Pull up her skirt and slip. Tuck them into her belt in back. Let's make 
this thing a little easier for us." 

The boy did this, leaving the girl with only her panties to cover her bare 
behind. As soon as "Black Daddy" got a glimpse of the modest underwear, he 
became very excited. He was starting to be happy that she was putting up a 
struggle. The other girl had made it much too easy for them. But this one 
was giving him quite a kick. 

"So you don't think you should obey me. 

Looks like they left a lot of important things out of your training at that 
school. Nothing to worry about, though. Ill be happy to take care of it. A 
little discipline will be just the thing to get you started on the right 
track. That's what I was always told. And I learned the lesson very 
painfully. But seeing as you are a delicate girl, I'll make it a little easy 
on you this first time. This time I'll let you keep your panties on. If you 
learn your lesson well, that will be the end of it. If you don't, you get it 
on your bare skin the next time. Do you know what I am talking about?" 

"Are you planning to beat me, signor?" 

"Beat you? Heavens, no! I am just going to spank you a little. Just a little 
should go a long way, I hope." 

"Please don't hit me, signor. Please don't." 

"Then will you do as you are told." 

"But I cannot do that, either." 

Actually, Theresa was terrified that anyone, especially a strange black man, 
would have access to her naked body. It would be a very sinful thing for her 
to do. But if she did not give him the show he wanted, she would be 
punished. 

All this was very confusing for her. She didn't understand how behaving in 
the manner she had been trained all her life should lead to punishment. 
Bewildered, she looked up at him for understanding, but received instead, 
the first smacks on her bent bottom. 

"Ow! Ow! Oh no, no more!" 

"Black Daddy" leaned over the tense little ass. The fabric of her panties 
were stretched taut over the outstretched cheeks. It was much too tempting 
not to continue. He began to spank her in earnest now, using the flat of his 
hands squarely on the tortured cheeks. 

The girl began throwing herself around, fighting to get her ass out of his 
reach, his hands twisted and jerked as she made an unsuccessful attempt to 
free her bound hands. She continued to plead with the black aggressor to 
stop spanking her, but he ignored her cries, and worked out a system of 
smacking first one cheek and then the other. 

Theresa could not stop herself from shaking. Her movements of pain turned to 
movements of sexuality as he viewed it from behind. The guards had moved in 
a little closer so they could watch the action, and now the girl was 
beginning to feel truly harassed. 

"You have no right to do this to me! I am a good girl, and have followed my 
morals. I should not be punished for it." 

"Does it hurt a lot?" 

"Yes, it does." 

"Good! Now are you ready to show me your tits?" 

"I will never be ready for that!" 

"In that case, the spanking will continue. Boy, come over here and pull down 
her panties." 

"Oh, no. Not that! 

"Boys?" 

"Please, signor. I beg of you..." 

The boys were already putting their hands on her, tugging at the elastic and 
pulling the underwear down over her thighs. Even though she clenched her 
knees together to keep them from being taken down, the two boys had very 
little trouble dragging them as far as her ankles, leaving the reddened skin 
of her well-spanked ass bare to their leader's view. 

"Black Daddy's eyes were popping out of his head. The skin of her ass was 
even paler than her face, but he was pleased to see the rosy spots where his 
hand had landed time and again. The sight was true inspiration to him, and 
he was anxious to see even more red in the cheeks as soon as possible. 

The girl, meanwhile was frantically trying to free her hands. The tight 
bonds were cutting off her circulation, but her rubbing movements were 
burning the cords against her skin. Theresa could not make up her mind which 
of the two pains were worse. 

It would not have mattered, even if she had been able to free herself, as 
"Black Daddy" was holding her down with all his force. Every single movement 
made the cheeks of her ass jiggle, to the great delight of her captors. 

All her activity, spurred her self-declared discipline on to even greater 
efforts, and he began to spank even harder on her bare skin, thrilling to 
the feel of the smooth skin, under his palm. 

"Please, please have pity. You must let me cover myself. Those other men are 
bound to see. Don't hurt me anymore, I beg you." 

"You should keep up the crying and screaming. It helps me to concentrate on 
my spanking technique." 

Seeing that the skin was getting very red and tender where he had spanked 
her repeatedly. "Black Daddy" decided to move on to a new area of attack, 
this time the lower portion of her ass, which also included the backs of her 
thighs. 

He was also hoping to get a few smacks into where her cunt ended back there, 
but he was too tall, and already to bent over to get any closer without 
falling down over her body. So he contented himself with working on the rest 
of her ass. 

"Have you had enough, or would you like me to raise real welts on that 
pretty white skin, before you give in." 

"I will never submit!" 

"When I get finished with you, you won't be able to sit down for a month. 
What will your precious nuns think of that?" 

"Please, signor!!!" 

"Are you ready now?" 

"No. no, no," I can never do such a thing!" 

"I guess maybe I was going a little too easy on you." 

"Would you like some help, Blackie?" 

"No help from you, but you can bring me a stick from somewhere." 

He sat down in a chair and rested himself while the boys were searching 
around for a stick to suit his needs. "Black Daddy" was glad for the 
breather, anyway, as his hand was stinging from the force of his own blows. 

The boys brought back a length of broom handle which they had broken off, 
and offered the wood for his inspection. He nodded his approval, and took 
the staff in his eager hand. Instantly, he let it go against her ass with 
all his force. 

"Ohhh, ohh my Goodness!" 

She screamed like a mortally wounded cat, and threw her body out of his 
reach. The frantic movement tore her panties right in half, and she pulled 
her legs even more tightly together when she heard the sound, knowing very 
well that her vagina was now uncovered. 

Even this way, she was not able to get away from him, although it did take a 
little more effort to keep himself a clear target. Again he picked up the 
staff and hit her ass fully across the width of it. She screamed again and 
cried, pleading with him to stop beating her. 

"I'm getting a little tired of this nonsense. If you don't come around to my 
way now, I'm going to take the end of this thing and shove it somewhere. Do 
you know where that is?" 

He put his hand down between the cheeks of her ass, and found her tightly 
puckered rectum, pressing his finger in just enough for her to feel the 
pressure. 

"You understand, don't you?" 

Of course, there was no escaping his meaning. Theresa knew that having the 
pole shoved into her rectum would be a million times worse than showing the 
boys her breasts. If she had to uncover her body in order to keep herself 
from an unspeakable torture, then the saints would surely forgive her. 

"Do not hit me again, signor. I will do as you ask." 

"You'll show me your tits." 

"Yes, yes I will." 

As soon as he heard the words of her humble resignation, "Black Daddy" let 
go of her, put the stick down, and sat down himself, waiting for the little 
performance. He was breathing hard from the exertion, and now the excitement 
was making it even worse. 

Although she could now get up if she wished to, the trembling girl stayed 
down on her knees, and sobbed her heart out while her long hair covered her 
humiliated face from the leering boys. She was a very pitiful sight. 

"Untie her. Let's see what happens." 

As soon as the bonds were removed, the girl began to rub her raw wrists, but 
she made no attempt to get up, as she was too ashamed to be standing in her 
disarrayed condition. 

"Black Daddy" was in no hurry, so he felt he could afford to be generous and 
give her a second or two to compose herself. Theresa took good advantage of 
the time, searching for the words that might convince her tormentor to let 
her go. 

"There's no reason to go on with this, is there?" 

"Are you kidding? I just got started." 

"But why are you asking this of me? You must have seen the breasts of women 
before." 

"But I haven't seen yours, and you have quite a pair." 

"Why did you beat me so. Are you a monster?" 

"You were asking for it. If you had done what I wanted a long time ago, you 
could have spared yourself all that grief." 

"What will you do with me after I show my breasts? Will that be the end of 
it?" 

"The end? Oh, no. That will just be the beginning. I told you that I was 
going to see every inch of you. Don't you remember?" 

"Yes, signor. I remember. Please have pity on me. Can't you find a girl of, 
of freer feelings who would be happy to show herself." 

"That I can have anytime. There's no challenge in it." 

"I am going to leave now. You will not hold me." 

The poor girl tried to muster all her dignity, but she was a funny sight as 
she attempted to walk out of the room with her head held high, and her 
panties, torn in half and dragging around both of her ankles. The trio 
allowed her to get all the way to the door, knowing that it was now locked 
from the outside. She fought with the knob, then banged her little fists 
against it, the very essence of utter futility. 

"Black Daddy" was laughing so hard that he had to hold his belly. The girl 
was now beyond fear, beyond humiliation, and approaching raging anger. 

"As soon as I get out of here I will go straight to the police. I will tell 
them all about you and they will lock you up for many years. I will be very 
happy then. I will have my revenge." 

Those were the worst possible words she could have spoken to "Black Daddy" 
or either of his men. Just the mention of the word "police" and he flew into 
a wild rage. He darted his hand out grab her so he could wring her neck, but 
she was able to dodge him, almost in time. Just as her body turned past him, 
he was able to get his hand on her jumper, which tore away, along with a 
good portion of her white blouse. 

But Theresa did not turn back to see what had happened. She had spotted the 
curtain, and thinking that it led to a window, made a mad dash for it. 
Flinging the curtain aside, she already had one leg up before she noticed 
that it was nothing but a brick wall. She fell to the floor, facing the 
brick, and began to sob again. 

This time, she had no doubts that she would remain their prisoner until they 
decided to let her go. There was no place else for her to run. She covered 
her shamed face with her hands and sat there sobbing. "Black Daddy" walked 
over to her, and leaned down in a comforting manner. "You don't have to cry 
like that. Just face facts. There's no way to escape so you might as well 
cooperate with us." 

"Will you hurt me again?" 

"That all depends on you." 

Quietly, she allowed the big black stud to lead her back to the center of 
the room. Her spirit had finally been broken and she no longer fought to 
defend herself. 

"Black Daddy" coaxed her into her submissive position once more, and she 
didn't bat an eyelash as she got down on her knees. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Theresa had resigned herself to her fate, as the martyrs of long ago had, in 
her Bible classes. She put her hands up to get the hair out of her eyes, and 
glared straight at him. 

"You may be leading me into sin, but it is you who will be punished, while I 
will go to heaven." 

"Now, isn't that just too beautiful." 

"I am not afraid." 

Then Theresa crossed herself and muttered something that the men did not 
understand. When she was through with her prayers, she began to unbutton her 
blouse with trembling hands. When all of them were opened, she took her 
sleeves out of the blouse, and let it fall to the floor. But her tits were 
still covered by the top of her prim white slip and the bra that lay under 
it. 

"You've still got on too much stuff. Get rid of it." 

Theresa blanched. She had been hoping to get away with just removing her 
blouse. But there was no turning back now. She slipped the silk straps off 
her shoulders, and folded her slip down to her waist. Then she unhooked her 
bra in the back, and it fell off her body. 

All three gang members closed in on her when they caught sight of the 
fabulous tits she was sporting. They were creamy white, and the nipples were 
tight and red. He wondered if she was a little excited by the rough 
treatment, or perhaps just sensitive to the breezes in the room. It didn't 
matter, as either way, he sight of the massive mounds of red-tipped milky 
flesh, made his cock jump up and grow in his pants. 

Theresa made no further moves, not even to cover her naked tits. She merely 
closed her eyes, and waited to be attacked by them. His guards were also 
inching in for the kill and "Black Daddy" became enraged. 

"You two move on the hell back. You touch her before I'm finished and I'll 
cut off your balls." 

"There's more than enough for all of us." 

"You move back. I'm warning you." 

"Black Daddy" reached out and grabbed one of his men by the throat. The 
guard respected him too much to fight back. The pair immediately backed off 
to the far side of the room, where they once more stood on either side of 
the door. He glared at them by way of final warning, then turned back to his 
luscious victim. 

Stretching out both hands, he began to touch her. She started to shudder and 
did not stop as long as his hands were on her body. He began by touching her 
shoulders. She pulled back and sobbed, but his beefy fingers sank into her 
soft flesh, and he pulled her close to him. 

He caressed -her arms for just a bit, then suddenly dropped his hands to her 
two heaving mounds, making her scream. 

"Horrible, you're horrible." 

"But, other than the scream, there was no noticeable protest. She was 
completely resigned to whatever he was going to do to her and told herself 
that if she did not fight him, it might soon be over. Her mind turned to a 
new thought which puzzled her. She knew that she was supposed to feel shame 
and horror from what was being done to her. 

Then how could she explain the warm, glowing feeling she had in her tits 
whenever his hands touched her there? The more he squeezed, the more 
pleasant the feeling. While she still wished that she could crawl under a 
rock and hide, she no longer felt the overpowering urge to try and do so. 

Having her tits handled and squeezed was not as horrible as she had 
expected. She wondered if the nuns might have been mistaken in their dire 
warnings of what terrible things happened to girls who let themselves be 
fondled by men. Lightning still had not struck her, and his hands had not 
burned her flesh right off her bones. 

In fact, it was getting even nicer by the second. Now he was pinching her 
nipples with his fingers, and sending sparks of pleasure radiating right 
through her chest. There was a peculiar tingling running through her body. 
What could it all mean? 

"Black Daddy" knew the answer to her unspoken question, but he wasn't about 
to inform her. Even if he was willing to, he was sure that the girl would 
never believe it. Still, he couldn't help being a little sarcastic. 

"Something tells me you like having your tits massaged." 

"No, no, it is too horrible." 

"Tits don't lie, baby. That's something you should learn right away." 

That stiffness in your nipples tells me that you've got a nice warm feeling 
going on inside." 

"That cannot be. I will not believe it." 

"Black Daddy" stood up, and found that he was sporting such a huge hard-on 
that he was forced to stick his hands into his pants and move the thing up 
against his belly, so that she wouldn't notice it. Although there was a 
chance that she might not have understood his condition, which was unlikely, 
the black man did not want to betray the level of his excitement just then. 

He had further treachery on his mind, before he came to the fucking. 

"Bring that bench over. Get her down." 

The boys brought over the bench which had held the flower pots and placed it 
in front of their leader. Then they pushed the girl down, almost on top of 
it. 

"Get her on all fours, with her head on the ground." 

"What! What are you going to do to me?" 

"We don't even understand it, boss." 

"You don't have to understand. Just do it." 

Quickly the boys tied her so that she was resting on her elbows, stretched 
over the front of the bench and onto the floor. Her feet were widespread, 
and tied to either edge of the bench. When she was in position, they ripped 
the last shreds of her clothing from her body. 

Her tits were far over the edge of the bench and hanging free. 

"Please, Signor, oh, please. No more of this." 

"Blackie" picked up some of the rope that was left and smacked her across 
the back of her legs with it. 

"What I do to you next will be a lot worse if you don't shut up." 

"But I am so ashamed. You must understand." 

"There's nothing to be ashamed of. From the way I look at it back here, 
you've really got a body to be proud of. You just don't know what kind of a 
view I have back here. Not only can I see your ass, but you're so nice and 
spread out that I can even see the little asshole. And you know what else I 
see? I can see your untouched little cunt, and just a little sprout of hair. 
Don't worry, you'll be sprouting more in no time." 

For a while, "Black Daddy" became entranced with his view of her genitals. 
Finally, he snapped himself out of his reverie and began to act. 

"Let's see if there's any life left in you." 

To that point in time, the girl had made very little protest, other than her 
usual begging, which had become a monotone chant. She was thoroughly 
ashamed, and yet she felt a curious sense of elation which she did not 
understand. 

Her mind told her to scream of her outrage, and explain the depths of her 
shame, but her will to do was gone. She was strangely placid. Instead of 
pain in the area where he had beaten her, she was experiencing a warm sense 
of well-being. Hating herself for being so depraved, and wishing she could 
just forget this whole humiliating experience, she could not find a way to 
rid herself of the feeling. 

"Black Daddy" who could have had ten chicks in the time that he was just 
playing with her, could not believe how high he was grooving on the dragged 
out game with the innocent young girl. He kneeled down to her and filled his 
hands with her big, firm tits. Then he chuckled to himself when he felt her 
nipples stiffen and become tantalizingly erect. 

Delighted with her reaction, he began to play with them. The girl's body 
froze, but her breathing got very heavy. He had found something that she 
could not help reacting to. 

"Black Daddy" continued to stare at her cunt, as he played with her tits. He 
was looking for her first signs of arousal, and he was soon treated to just 
such a display. In seconds, the outer lips began to swell and spread. He 
pinched her nipples, and the cunt swelled even more. 

From there on there was no holding him back. He dropped his hands from her 
breasts and began to work his massaging way along her belly, ass and thighs. 
There was no doubt about it, the girl was being aroused. Little shivers of 
pleasure rippled along her skin. Even the cheeks of her ass contracted and 
relaxed. But her cunt was the greatest sight of all, like a furry purse, 
continually opening and closing. 

Once he saw that, the horny black stud could no longer resist attacking her 
heated cunt with his hands. His fingers ran down the entire length of her 
slit. The girl quivered with a strange mixture of disgust and delicious 
pleasure. It was beyond her understanding and she made no attempt to clear 
it up. 

Then he brought his face right up to the lips of her cunt, spreading the 
outer walls with his thumbs, so that he was able to inhale the sweet, clean 
smell that only a virginal slit can exhale. His own breath on the sensitive 
membranes made the vagina contract wildly. She made a funny sound, and 
"Blackie" thought it almost sounded like a sigh of pleasure. 

Any woman whose heart was still beating could be turned on by a good 
cunt-lapping. "Black Daddy" had learned that long ago. Disregarding the fact 
that his men were no doubt staring right down his throat, the black man 
began to nibble at the deliciously sweet cunt, every so often stopping to 
dig his tongue deeply into her tiny hole. 

While he was eating her out, he began to play with her tits again. In very 
little time, he was greatly aware of shaking and tremors running all through 
her body. The girl was going to come. 

He would have to watch his tongue action, or she would come to her orgasm 
much too soon. So he made sure not to let his tongue come anywhere near her 
clitoris, as it would surely trigger her off in a second. 

Before he would allow her to receive such a gift, he wanted to make her so 
highly excited that she would be turned into a babbling madwoman. It was 
time he stopped playing her and did something that really counted. He got 
up. 

"Untie her. Bring in some food. Get the rest of the crew in so they can have 
a good look at her the way she is now, before I go to work. They must all be 
drooling in their pants by this time." 

While one of the boys freed her, the other unlocked the door and went for 
food, extending his leader's invitation to everyone he passed along the way. 
When he came back with the food, he noticed that the girl had made no 
attempt to cover her nakedness. 

She seemed to be in something of a daze. Her eyes, however, were glowing 
brightly. Every so often she trembled as if an icicle had been dragged down 
her spine. The boys assembled and one of them placed a tray filled with 
sandwiches, potato chips and beer on the desk near where she was sitting. 

"The boys, including their leader, began to devour the food as if they 
hadn't eaten in weeks. But Theresa didn't touch a thing. 

"You really should eat. I want you nice and bouncy." 

"Thank you, but I'm not very hungry." 

"Then drink some of this." 

"But that's beer." 

"It's all we've got and it will make you feel all nice, so try it, like a 
good little girl." 

Obediently, she sipped at it, making a face at the slightly sour taste, but 
drinking more of it because her mouth was very dry and there was nothing 
else to drink. They were right. It did make her feel a little better. 

"Good?" 

"Hmmmm, yes it is." hen have some more." 

No -.he drank down a whole can of the brew. She began to feel just a little 
dizzy, but it did make her spirits feel a whole lot better. But she was 
unprepared for his next orders. 

"Kneel down the way you were before. I like you in that position." 

"Please, haven't you done enough to me?" 

"There's so much more for you to learn." 

"I am afraid that I will die here." 

"Oh, you won't die. I never heard of anyone dying of being fucked. Have any 
of you?" 

No-one in the gang had heard of it, either. Now that they were all 
assembled, "Black Daddy" was anxious to get on with it. After all, he had an 
image to maintain. She came forward, but tried to cover her tit with one 
hand and her cunt with the other, both of which were impossible. 

The black stud was irritated by her modesty. He decided that at least some 
of it had to be false. 

"Something I gotta ask you and you better tell the truth. Didn't you ever 
play with yourself. You know, I mean, did you ever frig yourself, masturbate 
when you were alone in your clean little bed at night." 

"I cannot answer such a question." 

"Sounds like you have something to hide." 

"No, I do not understand the question. I have never heard those words 
before." 

"I'll explain it to you. You know that good, warm feeling you had when I was 
playing with you before. Well, did you ever feel that before, when you were 
touching your own body?" 

"No, Signor, I never felt anything like it before.". 

"Is that really the truth?" 

"Of course, Signor. I never tell a lie." 

"I suppose I can believe you. So, the feeling that you had when I was 
playing with you, did you like it?" 

"Well-" 

"You did like it, I could tell, but I'm sure you won't admit it. You must 
think it's some kind of a fucking sin to enjoy being touched by a man." 

"Yes, I'm sure it is." 

"No, there can't be anything wrong with something that makes you feel real 
good, like being kissed, or sucked, and especially fucked. I'll show you." 

Then he grabbed her head between his hands and pulled it close enough to him 
so he could kiss her fully on the mouth. This gesture brought a round of 
applause from the gang. The girl began to cry again, and "Black Daddy" 
ordered them from the room. 

There was a moment approaching that he did not wish to share with them. 
While he was able to do all sorts of things in front of the men before, this 
time he was so caught up in the seduction of the young innocent himself that 
he refused to share the pleasure with anybody. 

As soon as they left, he grabbed her roughly and kissed her again. Now he 
stuck his tongue in her mouth. Theresa tried to back away. But he held her 
tight with one hand and rubbed the nipple of her tit with the other. 

She couldn't take the great pleasure, and went limp in his arms. He felt her 
getting excited again. She no longer resisted him. This time, when his 
tongue went into her mouth, she opened her teeth and welcomed it. 

Instantly it began to dart in and out of her mouth. In another second she 
was kissing him back. The passionate response thrilled him. He pulled away 
from her. 

"Now wasn't that a nice kiss?" 

"Yes." 

"In fact, it was so good that you even forgot I was black, didn't you?" 

"Black Daddy" couldn't have known how close he was to the truth. She had 
been so frightened all along, that she hadn't taken much notice of his color 
one way or the other. But now that he mentioned it, she did take notice of 
his black skin. 

It was good that he had not brought up the subject before. If he had, she 
might have been disgusted as well as terrified. But now that he had already 
aroused her, she did not find it repulsive in any way. It helped that she 
was foreign-born. There was very little of the American ways of prejudice in 
her. 

"You're all hot and horny. Do you know that? I'll bet your cunt is even 
watering. I'm kind of excited myself. My balls are just aching to let a 
charge loose. Your mouth is so soft and warm. Do you know what you could do 
for me?" 

"Do? With my mouth?" 

"You can give me a great kick. You can blow me?" 

"What is that?" 

"You can take my prick in your mouth and suck it." 

"Oh, hell, that is revolting!" 

"You still acting so prim and proper? Ill show you how revolting it is." 

"Black Daddy was insane with lust. He put his hand on the back of her neck 
and pulled her roughly toward him, until her face was close and level with 
his thighs. Holding her tightly there, he unzipped his pants and dropped 
them. His rampant cock sprung out, staring her right in the eye. As close as 
it was, the big thing looked very menacing. What was worse, his body odor 
hit her and she backed away, with renewed fear in her eyes. 

"Guess you never saw a cock before. You can do all kinds of things with a 
cock like this. You can kiss it, and even suck on it. Tastes pretty good 
I've been told. I want you to suck it, Theresa. And I want you to keep on 
sucking it until you make me come." 

He brought his cock up until it touched her face, and began to rub her 
cheeks and lips with it. 

"You open your mouth and start licking, or I'll pick up that stick again and 
beat the shit out of you." 

But Theresa still had some remnants of modesty left in her. It was true that 
she had weakened after the first heated kisses they had exchanged. But what 
he was asking of her now was far too filthy to even consider. She began to 
feel sick in the bottom of her stomach. 

Taking him by surprise, she managed to get out of his embrace. "Not that! 
Not that! It's filthy!" 

"I didn't tell you that you had a choice. I think you really like to be 
whipped, and this is your way of asking for some more." 

He leaned down to his pants, and took the belt out of them. The girl had 
driven him insane. Theresa, still on her knees, followed his every move with 
horrified eyes. 

"I'd rather beat you unconscious than let you get away with not sucking my 
dick." 

"Please, I meant no offense." 

"Ill teach you who's the boss around here. Stand up, you witch, stand up!" 

Before she could even get up on one knee, the black man swung his belt, 
hitting her smack across both tits with the swinging leather. The girl 
doubled up and screamed shrilly, bringing her hands up to protect her tender 
tits. 

This didn't stop the black stud from having another whack at her, this time 
from behind. While she was hunched over, he hit her across the ass with the 
belt. 

"Please, no more, please!" 

"You just don't understand, you stupid little bitch. If you would stop 
fighting me and let me fuck you, you would be feeling nothing but pleasure 
now, instead of me beating you." 

"Why do you punish me so? I have done nothing wrong." 

"Oh, but you have. You hurt my feelings when you refused to suck my prick. 
Now I have to force you to do it." 

He doubled the belt up, and smacked it hard against the edge of the desk, 
making a bone-jarring cracking sound with the buckle. Theresa pulled back, 
terrified as could be. When "Black Daddy" stood up, his cock stood straight 
out in front of him like a flagpole, but she was too frightened to notice. 
She was hiding her eyes with her hands and shaking all the way through her 
body. 

She began to feel faint, and almost fell over. But the belt crackled in the 
air again, this time hitting her across her belly. She fell down to the 
ground. She lay naked and in a dead faint at his feet. 

"Black Daddy" got down beside her to marvel at the lush curves of her 
innocent body. Her eyes were closed, and her hair half-falling over her 
face. 

Scared at first, he put his head to her chest to make sure that she hadn't 
died of a heart attack, no, she was still alive and he licked the tit he was 
leaning on just to make sure. He felt her heart skip a bit and was 
encouraged. 

He got her a glass of cold water, and held her head up with one hand while 
he made her take a long drink. At once she opened her eyes and began to 
breathe deeply. Her eyes were very red, and she looked confused, as if she 
no longer knew where she was. 

"Just take it easy. Ill get you back on your feet." 

The sound of his voice reminded her of her bondage, and she looked at him 
dazedly and then he stuck his fingers into the glass and sprinkled it on her 
face. Her eyes became clear. 

Immediately she tried to cover her body with her hands. 

As soon as she was able to get up, he put her back into the very same 
kneeling position. 

"Time you started sucking." 

"Please don't ask me again. It's much too horrible." 

"I'm not going to be nice to you any more. You'll do it whether you want to 
or not." 

"Please spare me." 

"You keep saying the same stupid things." 

"But your private is so big, and it doesn't smell very good. I just couldn't 
do it." 

"So you don't like the way I smell? The only way to get you over it is to 
make you get nice and familiar with it." 

Holding his prick right against her mouth, he yanked at her hair, until she 
was forced to open her lips in order to scream. As soon as it was open, he 
put his cock into her mouth, and began to grunt. He had been built up to a 
fever pitch for so long that he came as soon as he felt his shaft inside her 
throat. 

His come shot out in hot bursts going right down her throat. She nearly 
strangled in her efforts to get away from the exploding weapon. 

Some of the goop dribbled out of the side of her mouth, but she had 
swallowed most of it. He lay back and yelled for Jocko to come in and take 
over. He had wanted to go at it some more, but he had been pent-up for so 
long, that just the simple act of coming had drained him. 

When Jocko entered, he weakly waved at the girl. 

"She's all yours if you want her." 

"Gee, boss, you've been awfully good to me, lately." 

"Shut up and get to it. She's close to dead already." 

Jocko went at her like a wild man. His eyes went bloodshot, and he ran his 
hands frantically over her hot body. He punched her here and there, and 
scratched at her body. 

"A virgin. I got myself a virgin. What shall I have? Hey, "Blackie," I 
promised Tony a crack at this, too." 

"She's got more than one hole. Pick one and give Tony the rest." 

"I think I'd like an asshole for a change." 

"It's all yours." 

"Okay, you guys, help me get her down again." 

This time they put her down all four, but propped her knees and belly up on 
pillows so that her head was much lower than her body. 

"I'm not waiting for no introduction." 

Standing behind her, he placed the tip of his cock against the tight brown 
spot that was displayed to him. Then he spit on his fingers and rubbed it 
all over his cock head. There was a tremendous contrast between the side of 
his already stiff weapon and the tiny hole. 

From the way he was looking at it, it looked impossible to get it in there. 
But Jocko was determined to ram his dick in there and ram it he did. While 
she screamed at the top of her lungs, he pressed the tool into her with all 
his power, getting half of it wedged in there, before he stopped to take a 
breath. 

Her anal cavity was incredibly distended and she screamed like a stuck pig. 
But nothing was stopping Jocko from reaming out the delicate asshole. As he 
continued to ram his way into her, he rubbed her cunt, and grazed his nails 
across her nipples. 

This threw her body into all sorts of wild contortions, which only served to 
make it easier for him to get all the way into her. Now that his balls were 
against her ass cheeks, he bent over her back so that his thighs were 
pressed against hers, and started to move in and out of her. 

Paying no mind to the possible damage he might do to her, he began to heave 
in and out at a good clip. Jocko pushed a finger in between the lips of her 
cunt and plunging into the tissue of her cherry. The girl screamed in 
anguish, and it was just what Jocko needed as his final treat before 
shooting his load. His whole body stiffened, and he went black with the 
sheer pleasure of shooting his wad right into her ass. 

Theresa, in a bruised and semi-conscious condition, rocked back and forth on 
all fours. Everything in her body hurt, but she also felt that she deserved 
to be so degraded. She knew that she was sinking into the slime of their own 
morbid pleasures, but had been beaten too low to make any attempt to climb 
out of it. 

At the precise second that he had shot his wad into her ass, Jocko had 
stabbed his finger right into her cunt. In fact, he stabbed it in so hard 
that he broke through the membrane and his finger was instantly coated with 
blood. 

Thinking quickly, he had brought his finger right out and started to rub 
frantically at her clitoris, bringing on an instant orgasm for the girl. She 
had screamed again, but this time it was a scream of ecstasy. There was no 
doubt that she was quite a hot-blooded broad, once she was shown the way. 

Jocko got up and walked around the room, thinking that he might be able to 
get his second wind and take her from the front. But he had neglected to 
lock the door and Tony was already inside, his pants off and his cock hard. 

She was still down on all fours, bleeding and covered with come and sweat. 
Even her hair was matted to her skin. "Black Daddy" became disgusted with 
her battered appearance. He wanted her to look as fresh and lean as when he 
had first picked her up. 

"Get her into the bathroom and help her clean off. Any one of you sticks a 
dick into her, and I'll cut it off for him. Got me?" 

"Sure, boss." 

"Then Black Daddy sat back in his chair, and lit up another cigarette. He 
heard the toilet flush, then the sound of a shower. He thought it was smart 
of the boys to throw her in the shower. It would be sure to put some life 
back into her. 

He knew there were still things to be done to this lovely young yet quite 
ripe beauty and he didn't want to deprive his men of any of the virginal 
pleasures she had to offer. 

"Bring her out here, and let's get on with it. If someone wants to fuck her 
cunt. It's getting pretty late, and the cops will be coming the whole town 
looking for her." 

They brought her out with a large towel wrapped around her. Her eyes were 
very red, and hey had large circles under them. As soon as she was in the 
room, she threw herself at the leader's feet. 

"Please don't let them do any more to me." 

"You still have one hole to go." 

"Please tell them to take me home. I know they will listen to you." 

"You wouldn't want poor Tony to go home with a case of blue balls, now, 
would you?" 

"Give her another beer. Looks like she's losing her guts." 

"Good idea." 

"Okay, drink the beer up, Terry. Remember how it relaxed you before? Now be 
a good girl and drink this one down in one gulp." 

Theresa was feeling weak and nauseous. She drank the entire can, and had to 
sit down on the floor immediately, knowing that she would have fallen down 
otherwise. 

"Get that towel off her!" 

As soon as she was naked once more, the boys devoured her with their eyes. 

"Hey, Tony I got an idea for you. Why don't you sit down in this chair and 
have her do the work for you?" 

"Make her fall right down on the old shaft." 

"That's it, man!" 

"Far out!" 

"Okay, dear, go to Tony and get fucked. He's going to make a real woman out 
of you." 

Theresa was feeling very weak. Her head was spinning. Unable to move, she 
stayed stuck to the floor. Black Daddy got up and dragged her to her feet, 
slapping her across the face a few times to revive her. 

"Go there and sit on his lap. He wants to play with you." 

With Jocko's help he dragged her to the chair in which Tony was sitting. 
They put her on his knees. She allowed them to push and prod her, as she 
felt that her life was over. Tony's hands began to roam all over her 
battered flesh. He pressed his hand into her crotch, and at that moment, he 
put her arms out toward the back of the chair to keep herself from falling. 
But she fell against him anyway. Her tits were right against his face, and 
he naturally began to suck on them. 

Theresa spread her thighs without even knowing it. Tony's fingers plunged 
right in. He immediately saw that her cunt was sopping wet and he started to 
laugh. 

"This one is really starting to dig it." 

"Why don't you try treating her like a woman for a little while and see what 
happens." 

"Maybe I will." 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

"All right, baby, you just snuggle up close." 

Then he raised his head and Teresa dropped hers, throwing her arms around 
his neck as their lips met. The virgin was well heated with passion and she 
spread her legs even wider apart as her cunt was now burning. 

And all that time, Tony was going over her body with his hands. Teresa was 
completely caught up in the throes of passion. It looked like Tony was going 
to have the easiest job of all. 

While still kissing her, he lifted her up and changed her position so that 
she was almost kneeling on the seat of the chair. He slid himself lower 
between her thighs, which now straddled him on either side. This way, a 
little at a time, he was able to guide the tip of his cock against the start 
of her cunt. 

Holding it with his hand, he rubbed it around the entrance to her slit, as 
she began to roll her hips around it. The movement was too much for Tony to 
resist. He lifted her up a little. 

"I'm having trouble, boss. Help me out." 

"Okay, stay right where you are." 

"Black Daddy" walked over to the fucking couple and kneeling down, began to 
whisper in the girl's ear. 

"All right now. I want you to press your cunt against his dick. You'll feel 
it start to go in. It will spread your cunt and go in a little at a time. 
You've still got a little cherry up there, and getting rid of it is going to 
be your job. You will keep pushing until it breaks. That's it. Start moving 
down." 

Tony was groaning as the girl moved her body down. Then the girl screamed, 
but she kept right on going. A flood of virginal blood seeped down into his 
lap. It was now Theresa who refused to stop what she was doing. She had 
pushed her body right down his cock, and now she was crammed full with it. 

He pumped up into her, but pumped a little too hard. It was more than she 
could take. She blacked out just as he shot his load into her reamed-out 
cunt. Blood and come coated the boy's dick. The girl did not awaken until he 
was starting to pull himself out of her. 

When she did awaken, she threw her arms around the neck of the boy and 
covered his face with kisses. Then she collapsed in his arms, all out of 
breath and bone-tired. At that moment, she was hoping for a little comfort 
and compassion. 

But now that Tony was though with her, he suffered from after-fuck disgust 
and shoved her onto the floor, where she fell in a heap. 

She was unconscious before her head even hit the ground. The three boys 
closed up their pants and stood around looking down at her for a few 
seconds. 

"Should we get her up again?" 

"What the hell for? She wouldn't be worth much to any of us the way she is 
now." 

"What do you want to do with her?" 

"We can't take her out of here and dump her somewhere like the other one. 
Her clothes are all torn up." 

"Then we'll just have to leave her right where she is." 

"I don't see why not. She's in her own neighborhood." 

"You think she can just walk out of here and on down the hill, stark naked?" 

"So we'll leave her Georgie's raincoat." 

"Good deal. Let's beat the hell out of here." 

Before leaving, the boys collected all the garbage and anything else in the 
house which might lead to them. Then they turned their backs on the whole 
scene and beat the hell out of the neighborhood. 

On the way back to their own neck of the woods, they spotted the school at 
which they had found the girl. 

"I wonder if she'll ever have the guts to go back there." 

"Never can tell with a broad like that. She might go either way." 

"What does that mean?" 

"She could run right to the nearest church and confess it all to a priest, 
or she might go the other way and become a hooker or a nymphomaniac." 

"You kidding!" 

"I wouldn't jive you. I understand broads like that. You never know with 
them." 

"That sure was a gas. You got anything else planned? Man, after tonight, I'm 
really raring to go!" 

"Sure, go right to jail. How many times I told you, you gotta lay low after 
a caper." 

"I sure wish we could let all those stuck-up parents know it was us who got 
their girls." 

"Yeah, boss, half the fun of raping them is having people know it was us who 
done it." 

"I'm way ahead of you, boys. I've been working on an idea which might take 
care of all that." 

"What you got in mind?" 

"A newspaper, an underground newspaper, written and printed by us so it 
can't be traced." 

"We need a press and paper." 

"So we knock one off." 

"When?" 

"How about right now?" 

They drove back to their own neighborhood where there was a print shop that 
also dealt in numbers. Since they had the goods on him, the dude saw no 
reason why they shouldn't make use of his shop. 

Before dawn the next morning, they had slipped flyers under most of the 
doors in the good sections of town stating how they had a holy mission to 
teach all the pure white girls what sex was all about. 

They also stated that if anyone tried to come looking for them in revenge, 
there would be a rape a day until the fuzz was called off. 

The next day, there wasn't a single line in the newspapers about what they 
had done. 

Georgie sneaked back to the deserted house, but there was no sign of the 
girl, and no police around it. It looked like she had gotten up, picked up 
the coat and walked out of there. 

Curious, they parked around the corner from he school at closing time and 
waited for her to come out, but she did not appear. It was a mystery that 
they would never solve. The girl never showed up again. It was as if she 
never exited in the first place. 

So they ended the chapter on the sweet Italian girl, and "Black Daddy" set 
his mind to planning something new. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

His mind seemed to have drawn a blank as far as broads were concerned. So 
they stole a car and decided to overhaul and customize it, just for kicks. 
Maybe they would get it out to the track sometime, after they had taken care 
of the registration. 

So they spent most of Saturday morning overhauling the 4-speed transmission. 
They tore down the box and washed everything. Then they replaced chipped 
gears, bearings, thrust washers and bushings. They coated the synchro cones 
with lubrication and put on new rings. 

Then they put the rest of the car together and decided to call it a day. 
"Jocko" was feeling very irritated. About a month before, his girlfriend had 
become very annoyed with him, saying he was spending much more time at his 
robberies and gang-bangs than with her. This was, of course, denied, but it 
was no use. 

After she had read him the riot act, she told him to go fuck himself, as she 
no longer wanted to. His pride aching, he had made no attempt to go after 
her, but he did watch her very carefully to make sure that she didn't take 
up with someone else. Finally, one night, he watched his old pal Georgie, 
follow Taffy up the stairs and into her room. Jocko dashed up the stairs of 
the building opposite and stationed himself on the roof, from which he could 
get an excellent view right into her windows. 

As soon as they had walked into the room, Brandy had pulled her panties off, 
and leaned over the kitchen table, asking Georgie to fuck her dog style. 
Georgie dropped his jeans and gave it to her the way she wanted. Soon he was 
pounding his engorged cock right into the gaping cunt that was stretched out 
and waiting for him. 

They both had their backs to the window, and were so engrossed in what they 
were doing that they didn't even think someone could be watching them. In 
their neighborhood two people fucking was not an unusual sight. 

Jocko could clearly see Georgie wildly shoving his prick into Taffy's cunt. 
For all they cared, the world could be crashing about them. In spite of his 
raging jealousy, he sight of the wild fucking made his own cock start to 
quiver. 

Soon he was watching with avid fascination as Taffy continued to receive the 
heavy humping of his own gang member. Strangely, he felt thrilled when he 
heard her screaming to his own friend that she was about to come. It was 
quite a sight to watch her throwing herself around, as his friend pushed 
into her again and again, and hen Georgie's ass was shuddering with his own 
orgasm. 

His view of the proceedings was so good that he could even see the come 
begin to drip out of her cunt when it was over. Before they had a chance to 
get their clothes back on. Jocko dashed across the street, ran up the stairs 
and broke the door down. 

He had made it across there so quickly that Georgie's cock was still in the 
cunt of his girlfriend, before Taffy looked back and saw Jocko standing 
behind them. Realizing that Jocko was probably furious enough to wipe up the 
floor with the both of them, she decided that it wouldn't pay to plead with 
him, or make some lame excuse. 

Either of those would only have served to anger him more. Instead she would 
keep her cool and deal with him as best as she could. So she pulled herself 
away from Georgia, let her skirt down to hide her soaked cunt, and composed 
her flushed face. 

Georgie was yanking on his jeans, when Jocko crashed his fist across the 
boy's face once, then stood back from the pair. 

"Now isn't this cozy. Little Taffy, who didn't want my prick, getting 
herself worked over by loyal little Georgie." 

Jocko knew that they were frightened, and with himself in control, he could 
control to play with them a little. His eyes went cold, and his voice became 
brutally cold. 

"I wonder what "Black Daddy" is going to say when he hears that you broke 
one of the gang's rules. You know you don't fuck someone else's girl without 
his permission." 

"But she said that she was through with you." 

"And since when does one of our girls have the right to break off. You 
should know better." 

"What are we going to do?" 

"Well, little Taffy, it could go pretty hard on you. We could bring you 
before the gang council for punishment." 

"Couldn't you and I settle this alone?" 

Taffy was pretty sure that he would not report what he had seen to "Black 
Daddy." It would have been too much of a come-down to have to admit to the 
whole gang that his girl was sleeping around behind his back. Then she 
noticed the way that he was looking at her. The old familiar lust was there 
in his eyes. But she no longer had any desire for him. She had heard the way 
he was going around raping white girls, and was disgusted that he couldn't 
be satisfied with her alone. 

It was why she had tried to get away from him in the first place. While 
Taffy was born in the slums along with the others she didn't have their 
goals for herself. Fucking was okay, but you tried to make it with one guy 
at a time. Jocko didn't play by the same rules. 

But she could tell that he had sex on his mind. It was typical of the 
self-declared tough guy. Knowing that she was sick at the sight of him, he 
would force her to spread her legs for him. Well, even that was better than 
having her body mutilated and thrown into a garbage can. 

Even if he didn't take a knife to her, getting fucked would be better than 
being brought before the council. That was sure to mean a whipping and 
gang-bang, neither of which appealed to her very much. So she resigned 
herself to her fate, and sighed deeply. 

One thing was for sure. She would have to find a way to get Georgie out of 
the room before Jocko probably killed him. As long as the two boys were in 
the room together, something bloody might happen. Georgie was just cocky 
enough to think of taking Jocko on, even though he knew the boy was a 
sadistic knife artist. 

Blood was something she just couldn't handle. It wouldn't be all that bad to 
get fucked by the guy. He was pretty good with his tool, even though he 
didn't much care where he suck it. Besides, once he fucked her, he wouldn't 
dare go to the council and report her. She would tell them what had happened 
and they would laugh him right out of the gang. 

Her mind was made up, she dealt with Georgie. He was looking right at her, 
and she could tell that he was perfectly willing to stay and fight if she 
wanted him to. 

"No, Georgie, I want you to leave now." 

"I don't think I should leave you alone with this cat." 

"Don't worry, I can handle him." 

"Are you sure?" 

"No problem, please go." 

Georgie still wasn't sure. He looked first at Taffy, and then at Jocko. He 
did not want to leave the hot-blooded girl there with the sadistic Jocko. 
There was no telling what he might do to her. Georgie doubted that Jocko 
would be able to keep himself from beating her up. 

But her eyes were begging him to get out of there, and against his better 
judgment, he decided to do as she asked. At the door, he turned back for a 
second. 

"I'll be right downstairs. You scream if you need me." 

"Okay, Georgie, go on down." 

She was pleased with the obvious loyalty of the boy. It would be a shame to 
have to give him up and go back to the jealousy of Jocko. As he went down 
the stairs, she said a few words to comfort him. 

"Don't you worry about anything." 

"I don't know about that." 

"Jocko and I will be able to work it all out." 

"Remember, I'm right downstairs." 

"Just go." 

The tone in her voice was very explicit. He was not to hang around and that 
was all there was to it. Looking at her once more, and then at Jocko, 
Georgie finally left them. Once out in the front hall, he left the building 
and decided to head for home. 

After all, he had made the gesture and she had not taken him up on it. He 
had done his part. 

After the other gang members had left, Jocko laughed sadistically. 

"What did you say about me not going to the council? What makes you think 
you're too damned good for me? I've been waiting quite some time to get even 
with you for tossing me over. Now's my chance and I am going to make you 
wish you never walked away from me." 

Jocko stopped talking for a minute, feeling giddy with his own sense of 
power. 

"You know what the boys will do, if I tell them?" 

As soon as he said that, Taffy knew for certain that he wasn't about to say 
a single word on the subject. He was just working up to his demands, and she 
wished to hell he would get on with it. Her cunt was very sticky and she had 
to pee. 

But she had momentarily forgotten who she was dealing with. Jocko knew that 
whichever way he went, he owned the girl, and he could take his sweet time 
making up his mind about what to do with her. 

He wasn't about to fuck her. Not after Georgie had just plowed through 
there, but he had to do something to remind her of his virile manhood. It 
required a little more thinking. 

"If I send you to Blackie, you'll be through in this neighborhood. Nobody 
will want you, especially after the gang gets through working on your face." 

"Now, Jocko, that isn't necessary, is it?" 

"Maybe not. Maybe I'll just go easy on you, considering this is the first 
offense." 

"Get on with it. What do you want me to do?" 

"Just kind of pamper me a little. That ain't too bad, is it?" 

"Depends on what you want me to do." 

"You can strip to start with. When I go, I go in style, not the way Georgie 
does it." 

Knowing Jocko well enough to realize there was no point in arguing, Taffy 
began to follow his orders. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

She unbuttoned her blouse first and let it drop to the floor. Then she took 
her bra off. She could already feel the heat from Jocko's eyes as she took 
each thing from her body. There was no point in prolonging the agony. 

She might as well get undressed as fast as possible. Unzipping her skirt, 
she stepped out of it and laid it across the back of a chair. Never having 
had the chance to get her panties back on after the session with Georgie, 
the skirt was her last covering. 

Now she stood completely naked in front of him, and his heated gaze devoured 
every inch of cocoa-colored skin. In that instant she realized that she now 
hated his guts. His breath was startling to come hard and she knew him for 
the horny animal he really was. 

For a minute all he could do was stare at her. 

"It's been a long time. I forgot how sexy you are." 

Then he made his move. His hand shot out and grabbed onto one of her lush 
tits. She made a grimace when he touched her, and he became angry at her 
reaction. 

"What's happened to you? There was a time when you couldn't get enough of my 
brand of fucking." 

"I guess I acquired some class." 

"Well, well see about that." 

He wasn't going to have any woman of his feeling she was too good for him. 
It was time she learned her place again. He dropped his hand from her tit, 
and moved back a little. Black Daddy's performance with the two virgins was 
still fresh in his mind. He made every effort to mimic the powerful leader. 

"Get on your knees." 

Taffy looked at him with wonder. She had never heard such a forceful tone 
from him before. She knew that it would be best to obey the command. Once 
she was down, with her knees on the floor, he inched close to her again. 

"Whip it out for me." 

"I know what it looks like." 

"You whip it out and start playing with it." 

"All right, you don't have to yell." 

Taffy had known what he wanted, but she couldn't resist the urge to torment 
him just a little. He deserved it, but she couldn't go too far while he was 
in this kind of a mood. So she unzipped his pants and reached inside, 
searching for his tool. 

Finally her hand gripped the half-rigid tool and Taffy felt one moment of 
hesitation. When she dug cock, there was no holding her back, but when she 
didn't, the sight of one made her sick. That was how she felt right then, 
being forced to play with a dick that she no longer had any desire for. 

She told herself that it was best to go ahead, and so pulled the thing out 
of his pants. Taffy pretty well knew what he would be wanting next, but she 
refused to do anything voluntarily. So she merely held the hardening thing 
in her hand and waited for him to say something. 

"You know that's not as big as it gets. Start working on it." 

Taffy slowly began to massage the familiar tool, now amazed once more at how 
rapidly it grew in her hand. That was one thing about old Jocko. His cock 
was always quick to rise and stayed that way for a long time. It was a shame 
that he wasn't more particular where he stuck it. 

Rapidly, the boy's cock began to become rigid. With just a few rubs it was 
standing out in front of him. Long, hard and ready for action. She knew what 
was going to happen next. It couldn't go any other way. Jocko would not be 
able to resist her humble position. 

"Suck it. You'll learn that I'm just as good as you are. And this time you 
keep right on sucking until I come. I used to give you the honor of sticking 
it into your cunt, after a good blow-job, but this time I am going to shoot 
into your mouth." 

She had expected something like that, but still she felt a little sick, now 
that the order had been given. She had never minded sucking the boy's dick, 
but she had always talked him into fucking her before he came. Now she was 
not given such an alternative. How bad could it taste, she asked herself. 

It was obvious that he was trying to degrade her, but if she showed some 
backbone and refused to do it, she might very well wind up in a hospital. 
What would be the point in that? The scars from a knife were a lot more 
obvious than some come that got stuck in her throat. 

For one minute, though, she thought about taking him up on his bluff and 
telling him to go ahead and take her before the council. She could always 
deny it, and there would be Georgie to back her up, but no. In that crowd, 
the girl was always considered to be guilty. Her sentence would be decided 
before she said a word. 

She had to do what he wanted, and there was no way out of it. So she closed 
her eyes, and began to move her head in the direction of his rigid weapon. 
She had to suck it, no matter how distasteful it seemed to her now. 

So she touched it to her lips, and stopped, thinking once again about 
telling him to go to hell. It didn't much matter what she thought that 
point, because Jocko already had his hands on her head and was pushing her 
in the direction of his weapon. 

"Get with it. Start sucking." 

"Okay, you fucking bastard. Take it easy." 

Taffy started moving in on it again. His cock didn't even taste the same to 
her any more. Even though she had once dug him like crazy, and had been 
willing to do everything in the sex books with him, now just being this 
close to his body revolted her. 

If she had to masturbate for the rest of her life, or until she saved enough 
money to move out of the neighborhood, it would be better than having to go 
down on him whenever he asked for it. But here she was, right now, and she 
was down on her knees in front of him, and starting to work his cock into 
her mouth. 

Just because she was being forced to do it, with the threat of violence, 
didn't change the fact that she was still doing something that went against 
her grain. 

At least if he had wanted to fuck her, she wouldn't be feeling so 
humiliated. But the act of sucking on his dick, and doing it on her knees, 
getting no kick out of it for herself killed all her self-respect. No matter 
what her thoughts, she stayed on her knees. 

So she would do a dynamite job on him and get it over with really fast. She 
began to fantasize about the way it used to be, when she thought he was the 
greatest stud in all the world. With this fixed in her mind, she was able to 
start really sucking on the thing. 

Taffy began to work her tongue all around it as she slid the big thing in 
and out of her mouth. Remembering all the good times, it began to taste a 
whole lot better to her. So she was able to suck on it faster and faster. 

After a while she noticed that Jocko was working on keeping his cool, 
wanting her to stay down there as long as possible. So he was fighting his 
come, and making her work really hard for her freedom. He was going to come 
in her mouth, he had told her that. The taste of come was going to be a 
first for her, and she wasn't sure how she felt about the impending hew 
experience. 

She just wished that whatever happened, it would be over in a hurry. But she 
knew very well the power of Jocko's will. Whenever they had fucked she had 
been grateful for his control. He used to fuck her for ages without shooting 
his wad and enabling her to get her rocks off more than once before it was 
over. 

"Keep on going, you whore. Remember how proud you used to be that I could 
stay hard forever without coming? What do you think of my self-control now?" 

Then he laughed, but became quiet as the slurping of her tongue against the 
tip of his dick sent him into a spasm of great pleasure. It was really 
getting to him now, and he grabbed tighter on to her head, making her take 
so much of his dick into her mouth that she choked and sputtered for a 
minute. 

Taffy tried to fight him off, but he smacked her on the forehead with his 
fist, and she decided to continue, even if she choked to death. So she 
closed her mind to her disgust once more and began to suck on him even 
faster. While she didn't have a prayer of a chance of getting away untouched 
before, she knew that if she didn't get him to come in her mouth now, the 
guy would be certain to kill her, and though she valued her body, she also 
liked life. 

Even though Jocko prided himself on holding out for a long time, still Taffy 
had the most talented mouth he ever came across. That plus all the rage that 
needed to be worked out of him was fast making him lose his control. 

He began to feel the churning in his balls that would not stop until he 
emptied them into her mouth. They began to get tighter and tighter, making 
his whole body ache so much that he could barely breathe. His mouth was dry, 
and he was panting like a hot dog. 

Taffy knew her long-lost lover very well, recognizing the signs that he was 
ready for an orgasm. She wished that there was some way she could avoid 
having to swallow his load, but she had gotten this far and she would just 
have to suffer it. 

So she took a deep breath and began to work even harder, comforting herself 
with the knowledge that once he shot his load, he would probably want to 
leave and she would be free of him, at least for a little while. And a 
little while was what she needed to come up with some kind of solution that 
could end all contact with him, but keep him from taking revenge. 

Jocko was still fighting it, but his balls would not hold back for another 
second. He grabbed her head and held her tightly as he began to fuck her 
mouth, working his hips back and forth like a well-oiled machine. 

"Ahhh, baby, just like the old time." 

He was moaning heavily, and then she began to taste the first spurts of his 
come. She had won at their little game, making him come faster than he 
wanted to, but it was a very hollow victory. After all, she was still down 
on her knees, and now she was being forced to swallow his come. 

She began to feel the hot come go down her throat and wished there was some 
way she could hold her nose without offending him. Mercifully, it was over 
in a hurry. Jocko heaved one more sigh and the last drop of his fluid landed 
on her tongue. 

It was over. He let go of her head, but his still-hard cock remained in her 
mouth. His eyes were clear now, and he was taking great pleasure in looking 
down at the sight of his dick in the cheating girl's mouth. Her cheeks were 
kind of puffed out and he guessed that she was holding on to some of the 
come that way, hoping to spit it out somewhere as soon as he pulled his dick 
out. 

"Swallow it, bitch, swallow it." 

His cock still in her mouth, she tried to shake her head no. But in order to 
get what he wanted, he slapped first one of her cheeks and then the other 
side of her mouth, forcing her to sputter and swallow it down. 

When this was accomplished, her face went kind of green, but the look she 
shot up at him was one of abiding hate. 

"What is it, darling? Don't you like the way my come tastes? Do you think 
that Georgie's tastes any better. Get used to it, sister, because I ain't 
finished with you yet. 

His anger made his cock pull out of her mouth and now it was Taffy's turn to 
be sarcastic. 

"You think you can have me any time you want to? Well, let me tell you 
something. You just threw your own throat right out the window. That's 
Georgie up on the roof with that camera you stole the other day. You go to 
the council and Georgie and I will show up with the film. How will you 
explain to them that you want me to be punished and kicked out of the crowd, 
when here you just been getting a great blow-job?" 

She had been so sure that her remarks would make him realize that he no 
longer had any hold on her. So she was surprised to see that it didn't faze 
him in the least. 

"So I might lose my standing with the guys, but so what? It wouldn't last 
for very long. I can fight and steal better than any of them, except maybe 
Blackie, but you, that would be something else! No matter how bad I looked, 
they would have to follow the rules and do a number on you. Your face would 
never be the same." 

Taffy sank back on her heels as she realized that Jocko was in all 
probability, absolutely right. Even the photos would show that he had been 
able to get her to submit to his will. Once again, Jocko was the master and 
she might as well recognize that fact. 

She would have to go on being his girl until she found a way to get out of 
town. Well, it wasn't too bad. He was spending so much time with his gang 
now, that he wouldn't be hanging around very much. She could work extra 
hours at the coffee shop and save up enough bread to get out of there. 

While she had to face the fact that there would be no new boyfriends for her 
and she would have to give Jocko whatever kind of sex he wanted. It was 
still better than having her face cut up or living in the constant fear that 
he would catch her in the act again and break her neck. 

All the time Taffy was collecting her thoughts, Jocko had been standing and 
watching her. He wasn't at all as sure of himself as he was coming off to 
be, and so he was greatly relieved when he finally noticed her drop her head 
as a sign of her surrender. 

"Have you decided that it's not so bad to be my girl? Do you behave from now 
on or do I leave here and go on over to call a meeting of the council?" 

"You don't have to. I won't give you any more trouble." 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Jocko left Taffy's room feeling as much of a big man as he was sure Black 
Daddy thought only he could be. So great was his feeling of power, that he 
had visions of maybe breaking away a few of the guys from the Warlords and 
starting a gang of his own. 

He would have to prove himself, though, in order to get any of them to 
follow him. Rapes had become quite a thing with them and he decided that it 
would be the perfect way to get the gang to respect him enough to think 
twice about sticking with Blackie. 

Now that this was decided, all he needed was a target. He searched his mind 
for some possibilities. It had to be someone that they all knew, so they 
would be sure to hear about it. But it couldn't be anyone that they liked. 

Abigale Morgan, the snotty social worker! Of course! They all said that she 
was going around the neighborhood just looking to get fucked. The way she 
dressed and leaned over them whenever she had a chance. She was the biggest 
tease in the world, and deserved to be taught a lesson. 

Well, Jocko was just the one to teach it to her. She wouldn't be able to go 
to the cops, either, because the gang was a big one, and they would all 
swear that she had blackmailed them into fucking her, saying that she would 
cut off the checks of their families if she didn't get what she wanted from 
them. 

It was a perfect setup. He called her office and told her that he needed to 
see her right away. There was a serious emergency. He set up some cups and a 
pot of coffee. She could never refuse a cup of coffee with a client, now, 
could she? 

He also laid out a batch of pornographic magazines, and left the front door 
open. Now the stage was set, and he was ready to play his part. He would be 
caught in the act of reading the magazines and be very embarrassed. If she 
was as much of a horny bitch as everyone said, the picture would be enough 
to get her cunt itching. 

At the appointed hour, Jocko sat down in his chair at the table, and began 
to turn the pages of his sex book. Sure enough she walked right into the 
apartment just like she owned the place. 

"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't hear you come in." 

"Never mind. What is that stuff you're reading?" 

"Nothing that a lady like you should be seeing. Just a minute and I'll get 
rid of it." 

"Not so fast. Let me have a look." 

While she turned some of the pages, staring with heated interest, Jocko 
poured some coffee into one of the cups, and added a special little for 
flavor. 

Abigale Morgan realized that she should not be seen having so great an 
interest in fuck books, but she found it very difficult to tear herself 
away. As she continued to leaf through the pages, she found herself becoming 
very excited by the lurid scenes that were depicted in full color. 

Her lusting eyes became glued to the pages, and she barely heard Jocko place 
the steaming cup down beside her. He stood there, drinking from his own 
undrugged cup and watching her face light up as the scenes stimulated her 
interest. 

She had picked up her cup without taking her eyes away from the book and had 
drunk almost the whole cup before she became aware of the funny taste. She 
commented to herself that the boy should learn to make better coffee and put 
it out of her mind. 

But Jocko knew that the drug would hit her like a ton of bricks in a second, 
which it did. She began to mutter to herself, as her fingers tightly 
clutched the book. Jocko moved up slowly behind her as her interest became 
so intent that she got up from her chair and leaned over the table to get a 
closer look at the fuck scenes. 

He put his hands right on to the plump little mounds of her ass and began to 
play with them. On an impulse, he dropped his head down and kissed the back 
of her neck. Then he rubbed his face in her sweetly-scented hair. 

She was not aware of his closeness, at first. As she was much too absorbed 
in watching paper cocks become imbedded into four-color cunts. But as his 
hands became more insistent on her ass, she suddenly stiffened, trying to 
make him move away from her, even though the drug had already begun to work 
on her. 

Every touch of his hands was actually turning her on, but she knew better 
than to let herself be handled by one of her clients. 

"You really shouldn't do that." 

"Why not?" 

"Because you're my client. At least you were when I walked in that door." 

"Why don't you just try to forget that for a little while?" 

"I don't think I can." 

But Jocko kept right on going. He worked his hand around the obviously 
expensive dress, and began to undo the buttons in front. They ran all the 
way down to the crotch, and he was able to get them all open, and his hand 
working to the inside of her thighs, before she made any move to resist. At 
the same time he tried to pry her thighs apart, but Abigale was starting to 
get herself collected enough to make a scene. 

"You shouldn't do that!" 

"You know you want me to." 

Jocko refused to back down. He was thinking of his fantasy about being the 
great gang leader again and he wanted to rape her violently, so violently 
that the gang would not be able to get over it. He was aching to ram his 
lusting cock right into her delicious white cunt, and start to fuck her so 
hard that she went right out of her snobby little skull. 

It was important that he be masterful with her, fuck her into a sobbing 
heap, drive her so wild with his heavy sex that she begged him to go on and 
fuck her until she dropped. He moved his hot hands up along her trembling 
thighs and under her panties until he felt the kinky hair of her cunt. 

It only took a quick stab to work his way into her cunt, where he began to 
frig her violently, making her drop the book and grip the table to keep from 
falling down. He was starting to drive her crazy, he was sure of that. So he 
continued to use all of his fingers to rub and plunge, all at the same time. 

In spite of the delicious sensations she was receiving, Abigale clutched her 
thighs together and tried to resist his invading hands. Her body stiffened 
and she fought to get herself free from his clutches. 

"No, you mustn't." 

Although she was willfully fighting him, her drugged blood was heating in 
her cunt, which began to dampen. Her body was responding to the handling she 
needed, even though her mind told her not to allow it, but her body was 
indeed quivering with desire and there was no running away from that fact. 

As she twisted her body around in a vain effort to get away from the welfare 
client, she was able to see still more of the lurid scenes in the fuck book. 
Her own life was beginning to look just like it. 

"What are you doing? This is dangerous." 

Danger was Jocko's middle name. He had come to the point where he did not 
want to play with her any longer. He wanted to fuck and that was all there 
was to it. 

Pulling his hands out of her dress, he spun her around so that she was 
facing him. 

"You're gonna get fucked, bitch!" 

"No, we shouldn't do it." 

"I used the wrong word, then. If you don't want to get fucked, then you must 
want to get raped." 

"Rape? Oh, no!" 

Turning a deaf ear to her pleas to let her alone, Jocko grabbed her dress at 
the shoulders and began to tear it. The soft fabric gave easily under his 
grasp. He continued to tear at it until a good portion of her body was 
exposed. She wore no bra and the panties were torn in a second. 

Abigale, suddenly realizing that she was stark naked in front of her Puerto 
Rican client, tried to cover her body with her hands, making Jocko laugh 
uproariously. He grabbed her hands away and practically spat words at her 
face. 

"Virgin or whore, you're all alike." 

"What do you mean?" 

"Every damn one of you wants to be fucked, but you cover yourself up just 
the same." 

Leaving her standing in a state of total confusion, Jocko started to get out 
of his clothes. He caught sight of figures on the pages, doing sixty-nine. 
Abigale saw it, too, and she started to get angry. 

"Don't you go thinking that you can do anything you want with me. I'm not 
one of your slum women, you know!" 

"Yeah, I know. That's why I'm treating you so tough. You need it more than 
they do. They already know their place, but you, you still have to learn." 

"I will not submit to this." 

She wanted to turn away from him then but at that moment his muscular, naked 
body caught her full attention. He pushed her down on the bed and hunched 
over her, feasting on her gleaming white body with his eyes. 

In the few moments of their disrobing he had actually become the virile gang 
leader of his own fantasy. He was a fucking wild animal! 

His thick, dark cock stood out stiffly from the thick tangle of his pubic 
hair and it was already throbbing at the thought of the place it would soon 
be entering. His big, heavy balls were swinging as he moved, and Abigale 
could not help admiring the massive equipment on her economically deprived 
friend. 

He certainly wasn't deprived when it came to physical attributes. As he 
continued to look on his massive equipment, her body shivered with fear. She 
had never taken on anything quite that big before. If she wasn't careful he 
might split her cunt wide open. 

Snarling at her, Jocko leaned down over the bed and pushed the woman's legs 
wide apart. Then he crawled up on the bed with her, and inched toward her 
quaking cunt. He reached out and clamped his hands over the inside of her 
soft thighs. Then he hunched over some more and leered right into the wide 
open, lips of her gaping cunt. With his thumbs, he pulled the lips wider 
apart so he could see all the way into the dark-red gash. 

This he watched for quite some time and then groaned as he dropped his head 
and buried his darting tongue into the wet cavity. Abigale twitched at the 
shock of the sudden contact and ground her ass down onto the mattress, as if 
she might escape his eating her that way. 

"Please don't-" 

She was whimpering now and threw her head from side to side as his tongue 
thrust in and out of the pulsing lips of her cunt. She was frightened and 
antagonized, but waves of erotic pleasure were shooting through her body, 
from down inside her belly, all the way to her jiggling tits. 

Jocko reached over the smooth belly and dug his hands into the mounds of her 
milky tits. He twitched at the nipples as he had seen his leader do to their 
victims. His mouth and tongue worked like crazy on the delicious meat of her 
cunt, as his eyes watched with savage delight to her expressions of horror 
and pleasure. 

He was waiting for her to get off her high horse and surrender herself to 
him. It was only a question of time. He was sure of that. 

"Dammit, you hot-blooded spick!" 

The sounds of her outrage only served to incite him even further. As she lay 
shrieking on the bed with her legs spread wide, Jocko continued to stab his 
tongue deeply into the channel of her throbbing cunt. 

The woman watched as he worked on her, possessed by her white charms, but 
having power over her just the same. She became enraged that he should feel 
he could take her so freely. But her anger was making her blood rise and 
that, in turn, was making her passion rise. 

While she did her best to keep it from showing, there was no way she could 
hide it from Jocko. He knew he had her right in the palm of his hand. 

"Now I'm going to fuck you until you're ready to climb the walls." 

"I don't care. I know I can make you pay for it later." 

"You're not going to threaten me. And don't act like such a damn martyr." 

"How do you expect me to act?" 

"I expect you to want it. It's not enough that you're just surrendering. I 
want you to want it as badly as I do." 

"But I don't!" 

"Say it! Say that you want me to fuck you!" 

"But I don't. I don't." 

"Then say it anyway." 

"I will not say such a thing." 

"You will. This is how I will persuade you." 

Abigale closed her eyes tightly feeling ashamed that she was not putting up 
more of a fight. She asked herself why it wasn't sufficient for him to be 
having his way with her body, without making her say that she actually 
enjoyed it. How could she admit to such a thing, even if it was true? 

"Say it now. Tell me that you want me to fuck you." 

He inched his body over hers, and put his hands on the sides of her 
quivering body. His aching cock was right up between her cunt, just as his 
tongue had been not too long ago. 

But now his mouth was near hers. His face was twisted into a sadistic leer 
and Abigale cringed when she saw it. She was busy trying to push her body 
back down against the mattress in a vain attempt to get away from his 
threatening cock. 

Abigale didn't even understand why she was trying. She knew very well that 
there was no way she could get away from him. He was going to do anything he 
wanted with her and she was incapable of fighting it. 

It really doesn't matter, she thought to herself. I can use a good fucking 
right about now. I just wish he wasn't one of my clients. 

"I'm waiting for those words." 

Abigale groaned. There was very little resistance left in her. Her mind was 
so drugged, and her body so much in heat, that she didn't much care how low 
she had to crawl in order to have her deepest desires fulfilled. 

"I want-" 

"Come on, say it, you bitch." 

"I want you to-oh, I just can't!" 

He rubbed the tip of his cock up and down her slit, and this last motion 
drove her over the brink. 

"Now say it!" 

"Fuck!" 

"Say some more." 

"Fuck me. There, I said it. And now I mean it. Fuck me. Please fuck me!" 

She was screaming now and the words tore out of her throat like the 
screaming of a banshee. All the years of her prejudice and arrogance were 
torn away from her as the lust began to creep through her entire being. 

"Fuck me! Ram that big cock of yours into me and fuck me. Do a job on me 
that I'll never forget." 

It was no lie. She really wanted his cock now. She wanted it because she was 
a horny woman and he was a man with a big dick, hard and just aching to plow 
right into her. Who cared what the rest of her society thought of such a 
thing. With their expensive clothes off, her own men were no different than 
this one. 

Jocko was towering over her like a crazy animal. He couldn't be more pleased 
with himself. The bitch was coming around even more than he had thought 
possible. He had never expected to get this far with her, but there she was 
lying right under him. He was right about the strength of his own manhood 
and soon he would be proving it to her, and then to the entire gang when 
they found out about it. 

He grunted and fell forward on top of her, his full weight smashing against 
her tits. His hips came forward at the same time and he immediately plunged 
his huge, throbbing weapon right into her wet slit. 

Once in, he went at her like a wild animal, pushing the lips of her cunt 
wide as he plowed into her. He kept right on going until he felt his balls 
smack hotly against the cheeks of her ass. 

"Ohhhhhhh!" 

Abigale knew that she had never been so crammed full of cock in her whole 
life. His penis felt as though it were a huge battering ram, ripping open 
everything that lay before it. Now it was sunk deeply into her cunt, filling 
it to the brim and creating delicious pressure within her. She felt every 
inch of the massive weapon pressed tightly into her and she was thrilled to 
the core by it. 

Jocko lay perfectly still then. His face was right over hers and he slammed 
his lips tightly down on hers, reaming his cock around a little more each 
time. 

Her cunt widened a little bit with every stroke that he took, while Abigale 
clenched her teeth and tried to fight the rising feeling of lust that was 
building within her. 

She wanted to fight him out of sheer spite, if nothing else. But the 
throbbing of wild pleasure deep within her that his cock was producing kept 
wiping the thought out of her racing mind. 

There was really no reason to resist. She certainly was no virgin, so she 
had nothing to lose. When it was over, she would be able to tell herself 
that it was none of her fault, and what could you expect from animals like 
her clients. And that would be the end of it. 

So there was really no reason to resist. She would just allow herself to 
sink into the animal passions he was producing in her and enjoy it as long 
as it lasted. 

The expression on her face changed to one of bitchy pleasure, as she smiled 
wickedly up at him. Seeing this, he began to hump her with wilder strokes, 
plunging his stiff rod in and out of her at an incredible rate. 

Her whole body began to twitch and wriggle. She was free of the pretense of 
being a lady that she had to employ with the men she knew on her side of 
town. Now she could openly groan with pleasure as she lifted her hungry 
mouth to his for a searing kiss. 

As soon as she reached it, she shoved her tongue right into his mouth as she 
moaned of her passion for him. And she was indeed filled with great passion. 
It rushed through her like a gust of hot wind. Her nostrils flared, and 
sweat broke out all over her face and body. 

"Now you're getting there. Come on, baby, you fuck back at me. That's it, 
fuck right back." 

In answer to his instructions, she began to twist and rotate her body, 
pulling him deeper and deeper into her with every movement. Her cunt 
clutched at him and she screwed it up against him until every inch of his 
hot meat had been swallowed up by it. 

She threw her hands up and hung onto his shoulders, digging her fingers into 
his back, as she hung onto his hard-fucking body for dear life. 

He was certainly taking her on a very wild ride. The humiliation had long 
been gone, and the last of her prejudices. She wound her legs around him as 
her body quivered uncontrollably. Her eyes were closed and her tongue snaked 
around in his mouth, as she made little grunting sounds. 

Her body was so tensed up with the passion of it all that the muscles in her 
thighs stood out rigidly as she writhed under him. She could hardly believe 
the frantic intensity of the pleasure that kept searing through her body. 

Abigale had always enjoyed fucking, but her middle class lovers left 
something to be desired when it came to passion. Now she could hardly 
believe the wild sensations that she was experiencing at the hands of this 
lower class boy. She was actually fucking someone from a society that she 
had always looked down on. 

It was very sordid, and the truth was that she was loving every minute of 
it. It was so wild that she wished it could go on forever. 

Jocko was working hard on her. He slammed into her cunt with savage strokes, 
so forceful that it came out of her all the way to the tip. Then he rammed 
it into her again so forcefully that they could both hear the slap of his 
swollen balls as they hit against her tortured ass. 

He quickened his strokes, as she thrashed around under him. He put his arms 
under her knees and pushed her legs up into the air so that the whole of her 
genital area was wide open and gaping before him. 

"Ummmmmm." 

She was grunting like an animal beneath him, her face no longer 
recognizable, twisted as it was with the intensity of her high excitement. 
One burst after another of heated passion hit through her body. She was 
tingling from head to toe. 

Abigale realized that this is really what sex is all about. She wondered if 
she would ever find it again in the outside world where she lived. It was 
just so wonderful. She hoped that he wasn't one of those guys who was quick 
on the trigger. She really wouldn't of minded if the fucking went on all 
day. 

Jocko grunted and groaned, his strokes coming like lightning now. He was 
grinding deep and hard into the deepest parts of her cunt. His balls were 
tremendously full and aching as they slapped against her body. They were 
carrying a heavy load and anxious, very anxious to be rid of it. 

Sure he was about to shoot his load, but so was she, and that was one great 
achievement. Her grunts and gasps were coming faster now, and judging from 
the way that her tits were heaving against his own chest, it wouldn't be too 
long now. 

He was hoping to hold out until she had come to hers, just to prove how much 
of a man he was, but he found that he couldn't do it. 

"Shit, oh, fuck, I'm coming!" 

Under his quaking body, Abigale shook like someone with a strange disease, 
as she threw her head all over the place. She was babbling like an idiot, 
the pleasures driving her wild. Her cunt was so very hot that she thought 
the fires would never be quenched. 

There was no doubt about it, she was coming! 

"Ahhhhhhhh!" 

Jocko felt her boiling cunt opening around him, as he shot the first of 
several hot streams of come into her swollen cavity. Her own cream flowed 
out and around his jerking cock, mixing with his own fluids on the way down. 
Yet another stream of hot cream gushed forth, and her body twisted up to 
welcome it. 

His own body twisted and he bucked his hips frantically, draining himself so 
dry as she jerked nonstop up to his body. Her cunt kept opening and closing, 
milking him of every last drop. 

Abigale was moaning and mumbling now, floating on a cloud of pure pleasure. 
Her heart was pounding painfully, as Jocko shot the last of his load into 
her. 

That was the end and the room became silent, except for the sounds of their 
labored breathing. Jocko pulled out his cock and collapsed on the bed next 
to her. Abigale closed her eyes now to block out the sight of the dirty room 
and the cheap furniture. 

While they were fucking all the sordidness had been swept away, but now that 
it was over, she found herself lying naked on sheets that had probably not 
been changed in a month. 

She was ashamed to be lying next to the boy whom she suspected of running 
with one of the toughest gangs in the city. Hell only knew what kind of 
filth the boy had fucked before her, and what crimes he must have committed 
in his time. 

Still, there was no denying that she felt pretty damned good, down there in 
her cunt. It had been quite a wild experience, even if it had to be achieved 
by force. She had started out terrified, climbed the dizzy heights of her 
passion and now that it was over she was once again terrified. 

Right at that moment all she wanted was out. No matter how great it had 
been, she had to get away from there as quickly as possible. He might even 
tell his friends what had happened, and say that she was willing. Then they 
would be swarming all over her. 

At that moment, she knew that she would have to ask for a change of cases. 
It was time to get out of there and as quickly as possible. She got up and 
went to the heap of her clothing. She was able to get into her panties all 
right but her dress had been torn to shreds. 

"Look, I have to get out of here. You don't expect me to leave in this 
condition, do you?" 

"Why not? I think you look great just the way you are." 

"Ill bet you do, but I can't walk out in the streets this way." 

"You want some of my clothes?" 

"Very funny. Any of the neighbors around that you might be able to borrow a 
dress from?" 

"Yes, I know just the one. And she's probably your size, too." 

Jocko left the room for a few minutes, then returned with a rather shabby 
dress of a loathsome shade of red. Abigale turned up her nose at it, but she 
had to put it on or go out in the street in rags. 

After she put it on she looked at herself in the mirror and thought that she 
looked like the cheapest whore in town. This thought she repeated to Jocko 
who rolled over on his side and began to laugh. 

"You're so right. That dress happens to belong to the cheapest whore in 
town. I couldn't think of anything better to get for you." 

"Why, you miserable creep." 

Abigale was all for ripping the dress off and smothering the boy with him 
but she had no other dress available, so instead she had to content herself 
with throwing the fuck books at him. Then she opened the door and started to 
leave, passing a young girl in the hall, who snickered at her and went right 
into Jocko's room. 

"Don't leave on my account. Come on back in." 

Mystified, Abigale followed her back into the room, thinking it best to find 
out what she wanted. 

"Well, you two, did you have a good time?" Abigale blushed scarlet, matching 
her dress perfectly. Had she actually seen them?" 

"Where's Georgie? Is he with you?" 

"Oh, sure, but he went on down to the clubhouse. He wants us all to meet him 
there." 

"I really have to get going." 

"I advise you to come along with us, Miss Morgan. I wouldn't want to call up 
your office and report you." 

"All right, I get the message, I'm being blackmailed." 

"Don't be too hard on us, Miss Morgan. I admit that you got caught into this 
whole thing innocently, but now that you are a part of it, I really have to 
insist that you play out the whole course. Besides, I caught a little bit of 
your action. Aside from your money and clothes, you're really one of our 
people and you should take advantage of it." 

"I don't see how I could." 

"I know that you're feeling pretty down and confused right now. This must 
have been a really bad trip for you, but Jocko is one tough stud, and when 
it comes to fucking, you could do a lot worse. But, you know that by now, 
don't you?" 

"Yeah, I know." 

Taffy spoke in a whisper now, wanting only the rich woman to hear her. 

"The only way I can be free of Jocko to go with my own man, is if someone 
keeps him happy. He's only come after you anyway, so you might as well go 
along with him now. 

You'll get more of a kick out of it." 

"I don't know. I just don't know." 

"Why don't you and I grab a bite to eat, so you can have a chance to think 
it over. This could be the start of quite a groovy life for you. You start 
running with us and you won't ever know a boring day again." 

"But I have so much to lose." 

"No-one will ever know as long as you keep your mouth shut. Around here, we 
never talk." 

"Okay, let me think about it for a while." 

"Come on over to my place first. You shouldn't be caught dead in a dress 
like that. Jocko get that from the whore upstairs?" 

"Yes." 

"He does have a pretty sick sense of humor." 

Abigale gazed into Taffy's eyes for a long moment. She was very confused, 
but she felt a strange sense of friendship with the pretty black girl. There 
might be some truth in what she was saying. It was true that she had really 
enjoyed the wild fucking and had wished for a while that there could be more 
of it. 

"Let's go change and have something to eat. We'll meet the boys at the 
clubhouse and meanwhile you can think it over." 

"Okay and would you mind if I took a shower over at your place? I really 
feel kind of grimy." 

 CHAPTER NINE 

The girls had talked it over and when they went down to the clubhouse, 
Abigale was starting to feel better about the whole thing. She was sent into 
the backroom where Jocko was nude and taking a nap. 

Taffy had lent her a long African dress under which she wore absolutely 
nothing. Jocko sat up and looked at her. Through the sheer fabric he could 
see glimpses of her milky curves. Having fucked her was something he was 
proud of but he was still not sure of how she was feeling. 

Things might work out even better than he had planned. If he could actually 
get a fine lady like her to be his girl, he could probably take over the 
whole gang, right from under Blackie's nose. 

He might even get to dig a chick like her in time. One thing was for 
certain. Now that he had sampled the joys of white fucking, he could never 
go back to he low-class broads he had known in the past. He had picked up a 
taste for class along the way, and he refused to give it up. 

A broad like her had to be approached with caution. 

"I hope I didn't upset you too much. I admit that I started out to hurt you 
but that's not the way I'm thinking now. Honest, it isn't." 

'That was quite a rough time you gave me." 

"I know and I really can't tell you how sorry I am. I think we can have a 
really swinging time together. You've made me feel like a pretty big man 
today." 

Abigale realized that the boy was being sincere. While all she might be 
looking for was some wild fucking, she had to admit to herself that she was 
flattered by the obvious adoration he was presenting. 

Being honest with herself, she had to admit she would miss that wild cock of 
his, if she had to give it up. She also had to admit that the whole fucking 
scene of going with a gang like that really did appeal to her. 

"If you want out, well see that you get home safe and sound." 

"No, I don't want out." 

"You mean you'll stay?" 

"Yes, I will." 

Jocko was dumbstruck as he turned to face her. She had changed since he had 
last seen her. In just the past hour or so, something dramatic had happened 
within her. Even her face seemed different. 

The hard pinch of arrogance was gone and in its place was a soft, sexual 
allure that he hadn't noticed before. When her eyes looked at him, he saw 
the bitch in heat once more. 

His cock began to grow and his body became hot with passion for the white 
woman. 

"Ill be your woman, Jocko." 

"Do you mean it?" 

"I really dig what you did to me." 

"And you're not mad?" 

"I am so happy with what happened that I want to do it some more. I want to 
learn every fucking trick you know." 

"I just can't believe it." 

"If you want me to prove it to you, all you have to do is fuck me." 

Jocko's eyes widened at the use of obscene language from the mouth of the 
well-bred woman. 

"Fuck me with that big cock of yours." 

Abigale got up from the chair in which she had been sitting, and looking at 
him with blazing eyes, untied the cord that held her gown closed. Then she 
stood up on her pretty toes and let the filmy gown drop to the floor. 

Now she stood there proud and totally nude, her white body gleaming in the 
dim light. She turned a little and posed for him, letting him feast on her 
supple curves. 

Jocko stood up, too. His eyes were dazed by the heated glow of the sensuous 
white woman. He let the sheet drop off his body, so that he was also 
completely naked. Every muscle in his body throbbed with desire for her. 

They stared at each other with open lust, like two breeding animals ready 
for rutting. Abigale dropped her hands to her throbbing cunt and pushed her 
hips out in his direction. Then she spread the lips of her cunt apart so 
that Jocko could see the treasure that was waiting for him. 

Jocko's hot cock throbbed into a state of rigid readiness, standing out from 
the tangle of his pubic hair, like a saber. His testicles were already 
beginning to churn. 

She then moved her hands up to her round white tits and fondled them 
seductively, looking deep into his eyes, beckoning him forward. 

"Let me be your stud. You'll never need another one." 

"And let me be your woman. Ill fuck for you until I drop." 

"Have I ever got the hots for you!" 

"Yes, yes, take me now." 

Slowly they moved toward each other, breathing hard with passion, their 
desire ever building in their naked bodies. Then they reached out to each 
other, slowly pulling then-bodies together in a passionate embrace, as their 
tongues met and mingled. 

Jocko slid his hands down over the curve of her glossy hips. Then he moved 
them up again, across her stomach, and even higher until they stopped at the 
lush mounds of her firm tits. He rubbed them happily, thrilling to the feel 
of the silky flesh. 

He squeezed the nipples with his fingers, and watched them quiver and come 
alive. Abigale was keeping her hands busy, too. They dropped to the rigid 
pulsing of his blood-filled shaft. The touch of the hot rod sent her into a 
passionate impulse. 

Suddenly, she dropped to her knees before him, opened her mouth, and helped 
herself to a taste of his cock. Once inside, she closed her wet lips around 
it. 

"Ahhhhh!" 

Jocko was moaning with surprised pleasure. Abigale continued to swallow 
until she had all of his hot meat in her mouth. Then she began to move her 
head gently up and down, tossing her tongue around his rigid instrument, 
while her playing fingers searched for his heavy balls and began to knead 
them. She closed her eyes and thrilled to the taste of his thick, brown meat 
in her mouth as it slid all the way down her throat and back again. 

Jocko grabbed onto her hair, his excitement rising. He could hardly believe 
that the once arrogant white woman was really down on her knees and happy to 
be sucking on his dick. His mind became filled with glorious thoughts of 
great power. 

Abigale began to pick up on the tempo of her cock-sucking, using her free 
hand to play with the base of his shaft, as her mouth continued to work. 
Jocko was building up quickly to a rousing come. 

He began to plunge his throbbing cock in and out of her O-shaped lips, so 
frantically that Abigale had to hold onto his tensing ass with her hands. 
Jocko was moving into a frantic delirium. 

"Stop it, baby, stop, so I can fuck you." 

"Yes, that's what I want." 

"Come and lie down with me." 

Abigale was happy to let the cock go from her mouth, as she knew it would 
once again be inside her, but this time at her other end. She stood up with 
him. They were embracing at the edge of the cot. 

Jocko growled like a lusting animal, and seized her by the shoulders. 
Together, they fell back on the bed, caught up in the flood of their own 
sexuality. He quickly threw his body up and over hers, using his knees to 
spread her thighs apart. 

Then he gripped his cock tightly in his hand and pushed it to the start of 
her cunt. 

"Ohhhh, baby." 

Uttering this cry, he lunged forward and sank his hot shaft deeply into her 
wet slit. Abigale was behaving just as wildly as he was, as she threw her 
legs up and around his back. Then she reached around with her hand and began 
to play with his ass. 

Happily, she spread the cheeks apart, as he moved his groin up and down in a 
frantic fucking motion. The passionate white woman was so taken with heated 
lust as her new lover's thick cock traveled all the way up her gushing cunt, 
that she began to sob. 

He pulled himself back, then lunged forward again, ramming in so heavily 
that he hit against the back wall of her slit. Wild pleasure rushed through 
her body. 

"Oh, Jocko, you are so wild." 

When she looked up she could see his head thrown all the way back, with his 
face twisted into one of passionate lust. What she saw aroused her even 
more. She began to move her soft body along with his, grinding her belly 
against him. 

The violence of his fucking was so intense that it became almost painful. 
But Abigale was loving every minute of it. She moaned and sobbed as her body 
sang with pleasure. At that moment she knew that she had been right to go 
along with the Puerto Rican. 

Together they would have some pretty wild times, just as they were having 
now. With the young stud, she would be able to discover all sorts of new 
perversions. 

"Fuck me. Keep is going." 

"Yes, baby, I'll give you all the fucking in the world." 

Abigale reached up with her hands and grabbed onto his head, forcing his 
mouth to come down on hers. Her tongue ran around his full, parting lips, 
then worked inside to his teeth, as they parted so his own tongue could 
mingle with hers. Their tongues danced together wildly, then Jocko sucked 
hers deeply into his mouth, pulling so hard on it that she thought it would 
be torn off at the roots. 

He slipped his arms beneath her wriggling body and gripped her as they began 
to roll wildly all over the bed. His cock went right on smacking into her 
clinging hole. 

Abigale spread her body out wide so that she could easily receive his most 
intense thrusting. She clung to him as tightly as she could, keeping their 
bodies glued together as they heaved about on the bed. 

"Oh, shit, are you ever a hot lay!" 

Again she forced her heaving thighs upward, and spread them as far apart as 
they would go without being ripped from their sockets. She was so far up 
that her feet were reaching for the sky. Even though the position was 
difficult for her to maintain she loved the deep thrusting he was able to 
give her. Using every last ounce of her strength, she lifted her ass even 
higher. 

"Harder! Fuck me harder!" 

"Any harder and I'll hurt you bad." 

"Then hurt me! I want to be hurt." 

Jocko took his cue and began to slam away at her gushing cunt, conquering 
her like the military leader he believed himself to be. Their sweating 
bodies rocked wildly. 

Deep inside the boy's tightly drawn testicles, he felt his come begin to 
boil. The balls were aching and throbbing, like a time bomb about to 
explode. He was not alone in his anticipation. For deep within Abigale's 
quaking belly was the same sort of feeling. 

The spasms in her body became uncontrollable, and her legs trembled, no 
matter how tightly she pulled them against his body. Suddenly they both went 
out of control. 

The first jet of Jocko's come traveled deep into her belly, as the two of 
them shook in wild orgasm. Abigale was hard put to hang onto the young stud 
as he continued to shoot into her. 

Her own body was caught up in her own boiling come and she found it to be 
far more intense than she had ever experienced. It was incredible that every 
time the boy fucked her, the orgasm got better and better. 

But there it was. Her body was shot through with shock waves of erotic 
energy, as their bodies shook together like a pair who had been 
electrocuted. 

"Oh, great. So great!" 

"Yes, you are." 

"We both are." 

"Okay, we both are." 

Then their voices began to whoop and holler in delirious happiness. It 
seemed like their mutual orgasm would go on forever. When it was over, they 
lay on the bed, their arms entangled, and their bodies still throbbing. They 
were exhausted from all the new things they had discovered that day and both 
fell sound asleep right where they were. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

When she awoke, Abigale went back to her own apartment in the better section 
of town, but she promised to come back whenever she was called, and she kept 
her word. The next few weeks were one continued session of wild, abandoned 
fucking. 

Whether in Jocko's room or the basement clubhouse when alone, they always 
went about naked, enjoying the feel of their bodies rubbing together 
whenever they passed by. It was also easy for them to begin fucking on an 
instant's impulse. 

Now that Abigale was a thoroughly liberated woman, she discovered that there 
was no end to the pleasure she could find with the lusty Latin. From time to 
time, Taffy and Georgie would join then and they got into a few sessions of 
switching partners, which everyone seemed to find a welcome change once in a 
while. 

Once they tried standing the girls up back to back as the boys attacked them 
from the front. The very force of their heavy fucking made the girls' asses 
rub wildly together. 

And another time when Georgie was not around, Jocko jumped into the sack 
with the two girls. Lying on his side, he became thoroughly aroused when he 
saw the two naked female forms. It was the first time that either of the 
girls tried sex with another woman. 

He became fascinated with watching them experiment, and pulled on his cock 
as they played with each other's cunts. Every so often he had to stop 
jerking himself off, or he would have shot more than one load as the girls' 
action began to get hot and heavy. 

This night, they were doing it to music. The rhythms were slow and sexy. 
Jocko let his prick go and reached out to stroke Taffy's ass. She was lying 
with her back to him, facing Abigale, and it was very easy for him to slip 
his hand down into the crack between her two ass cheeks. 

They clenched together tightly around his finger as it traced the line of 
her asshole. But they clenched even tighter as he began to push his finger 
deeply inside. Taffy was the star attraction this night. 

She was so confused by her mixed passions that she didn't know which way to 
turn first. She felt kind of drugged by the whole groovy scene, and unable 
to make any aggressive move at all. Abigale's hands were roaming all over 
her body, as they stroked and massaged her into a heavenly state. 

Suddenly, the woman's lips clasped hers, and the tongue went darting out 
between her teeth. Taffy did not try to pull away. They had both entered 
into the little experiment with a bit of anxiety, but now that it was 
started, both were eager to go on. 

Taffy was still aware that Jocko was lying behind her, but she became doubly 
sure when he started caressing her ass. At first the caress was a gentle 
one, but it was then followed by a finger working at her asshole. 

She clenched her cheeks, and the finger plunged inside to her tight back 
door, starting to finger her there quite persistently. At that same moment, 
Abigale's fingers, which had been tickling up and down her hairy slit, sent 
thrills up and down her spine. 

She felt her head spin as both parts of her pleasure zone were teased to the 
upmost. The juices in her cunt began to flow, and they soaked Abigale's 
fingers. Reaching out with eyes closed, Taffy returned the woman's favors, 
her fingers digging between the white girl's thighs and then between the 
open lips of her cunt. 

She pushed her hips forward, squeezed the cheeks of her ass tightly against 
the boy's invading finger, she sucked Abigale's tongue into her mouth. Her 
cunt was flooding over. She was no longer able to control herself. 

Shuddering, she began to come, her heavy cream running out of her raging 
cunt and onto the palm of Abigale's hand, who continued to work her fingers 
in and out of the gushing hole. 

Jocko, meanwhile, pulled his hand away from the clenching ass cheeks, and 
quickly replaced it with the knob of his cock. As Brandy came helplessly 
over Abigale's hand, he drove his pulsing cock deeply into her asshole. 

He was overly excited and the come shot out as soon as he had finished 
penetrating the tight rectum. 

Taffy was just coming to the end of her own orgasm, and she moaned with the 
sweet pain that she was receiving at both holes. The two sensations, 
pleasure and pain became mingled. Together, they left her feeling week and 
exhausted. 

Abigale stopped making love to her and Taffy lay on her side, sobbing for 
breath. Jocko's prick was still up her ass, and every time she tried to 
move, she could feel his cock start to swell again inside the tight little 
channel. 

She closed her eyes and concentrated on the groovy feeling. Abigale changed 
her position, and when Brandy opened her eyes, she saw Abigale's throbbing 
sex gaping widely before her. The woman had changed her position so that it 
was head to cunt. 

Taffy could see the wet slit of Abigale's cunt lying softly under the thatch 
of her pubic hair. She inhaled and smelled the womanly scent of her. It was 
sweet, but also musky. 

Then Abigale put her hands onto Taffy's snatch, and spread the brown lips as 
far as she could, the odor of the other girl's cunt hitting her senses and 
making her dizzy. She placed her mouth over the stretched slit, and licked 
away the remains of the girl's cunt. 

She felt Taffy tremble as she sucked on her. When she had finished cleaning 
the girl's slit for her, she shoved her tongue right into her love hole. 

Abigale reamed it around in there for a while and then moved in to work on 
her clit. She licked the little button into a stiff erection, and 
immediately had to start sucking again as the juices began to flow once 
more. 

This time she meant to move the girl to another orgasm with her tongue. 
Taffy was acting like a bitch in season. Both girls were expecting to be 
fucked by Jocko but they were looking for a little preliminary fun. 

Meanwhile, his cock was still embedded in her asshole, as it recharged for 
another go at it. He watched Taffy switch into the sixty-nine position, and 
knew that very soon the two girls would be sucking each other off. At first, 
only Abigale worked. Her tongue whipped the girl's cunt into a lather. 

But then he saw Taffy's head begin to move forward. As he looked oven her 
shoulders, he could see the girl's tongue plunge into the white woman's 
cunt. At that time, he pushed his arm under her side, and embraced the girl. 
Then he started to fuck at her asshole with long, hard strokes. Every time 
he worked his cock into her, Taffy moaned into Abigale's cunt which she was 
now sucking at quite frantically. . 

Abigale was the first to reach her orgasm, as she pressed her cunt down into 
the Spanish girl's nibbling mouth. She spurted her cream with a violent 
convulsion. Before she was even through with it, Taffy herself experienced 
another one. 

Abigale sucked the cream into her mouth again, finding it difficult to keep 
her mouth going as her own come shuddered to its end. Jocko, who was aware 
that the two females were coming, plunged deeply into the Latin girl's ass. 

Her ass tightened around his prick and he shot a second load of come up her 
ass. When it was over, Jocko got up and left the girls to rest a while, as 
he walked around the room to clear his head. He was spending too much time 
fucking, while Black Daddy was busy planning capers for the boys, and 
cleaning up on stolen loot and more raids into the middle class sections. 

Instead of rallying around him when they learned of his affair with the 
social worker, they had jeered him and told him to stick on his own side of 
the tracks, except when it came to an occasional rape. 

He decided to have a talk with Tony, hoping to get back on the good side of 
his leader. Maybe Tony would be able to help him out. For weeks, Blackie had 
been refusing to see him. 

"It's your treat." 

"I said it was." 

"Where are we going to eat?" 

"What do you say to some pizza?" 

"Okay by me." 

"And what happens after I pay for your chow." 

"Then I set up the meeting for you." 

"Are you sure that Black Daddy will agree to see me?" 

"He can be handled. I'm his lieutenant now." 

"You mean you took my job?" 

"So what. You seemed to be too busy fucking to want it." 

"Never mind about that right now. What happens after I get together with 
him? Do you think hell want me back?" 

"If you do as I say, he might." 

"You know something I don't?" 

"Yeah, there's something you got that he wants." 

"What is it?" 

"The white woman, naturally." 

"I was willing to do a lot for the man, but that's asking too much." 

"If you want to start going with the gang again, you may have to give her to 
him." 

"Are you sure that's the only thing hell accept?" 

"I'm not sure. I'm positive." 

"If it has to be, it has to be." 

"Good. Get in the car." 

"I'll drive." 

"What's wrong with my driving?" 

"The last time you drove we almost got picked up by the law." 

"What's happened to you, pal?" 

"Just what do you mean by that crack?" 

"Nothing. You just seemed to have mellowed a lot since you started going 
with the white woman." 

"So what about it?" 

"I don't know how the gang is going to take it." 

"Fuck the gang." 

"Hey, watch it, pal. You talk like that, and you'll find yourself in the 
bottom of some river." 

"Okay, I guess you're right." 

Black Daddy was tremendously pleased when he saw Jocko arrive at his new 
headquarters. The gang had stolen enough loot to buy out a whole storefront, 
complete with offices in the back. Now that his longtime friend was coming 
back into the fold, they could make some serious plans and work out the 
details of their growing military regime. 

With Jocko's expertise in guerrilla fighting, and his own cunning in 
military strategy, they would be surely able to wipe out a rival gang and 
take over their territory in no time. As soon as he arrived, Black Daddy 
showed him around the new place. 

Then they began to talk over old times, settling themselves down into two 
overstuffed armchairs. Beers were produced and they sat around like two good 
buddies who had never separated. 

"You've really got it all together now, Blackie." 

"We got it together, pal. There's plenty out there for the two of us." 

"I suppose you're waiting for me to fork over the rights to Abigale." 

"That's the only loose end." 

"Well, I don't mind saying that I hate to part with her." 

"I understand how you feel. Don't worry, I plan to take very good care of 
her." 

"I wonder how she'll take it." 

"Take it? If she's smart she'll take it for the honor that it is. Ain't 
every girl that gets to be my first lady." 

"When do you want her over here?" 

"The boys have already gone to pick her up." 

"Should I explain it all to her?" 

"That's being taken care of, too." 

"You'll dig her, Blackie. She's quite a prize. 

"That's why I can't wait for her to get here." 

"What's taking them so long?" 

"Hey, you're acting like the father of the bride." 

"Just anxious to get it over with, that's all." 

"They should be here in a few minutes." 

"Can I leave right after that?" 

"Of course, if you want to. Me, I can't wait to see the chick that turned 
you away from the gang. If she's half as good as everyone says she is, I may 
rape her as soon as she walks in the door." 

"Don't worry. As soon as you see her, your cock will be so hard that you'll 
have to rape her or shoot into your pants." 

"Wonder how she'll go for black meat?" 

"She goes for all kinds of meat, as long as it's hard and hot." 

"She sounds just too perfect for me. I dig a woman who is smart, beautiful 
and horny as a bunny." 

"That's exactly what you're getting." 

"She fucks all kinds of ways?" 

"Any way you can think of." 

"You're a great friend, Jocko. I don't know how I can thank you." 

"Just give me back my job and don't ever leave me alone with her after this. 
I might just have to fight you for her." 

"I understand, pal. You won't get the chance." 

"Then we understand each other very well." 

"When was the last time you fucked her?" 

"Yesterday, which means that she should be ready to climb a flagpole." 

The boys then arrived on the scene with Abigale, who had been told all the 
details and was anxious to meet the famed black leader of the Warlords. 

Things were certainly starting to look up for her! 

"Well, they didn't put me on when they told me about you, you're every bit 
as they said and more." 

"Is that why you stole me?" 

"I wouldn't call it stealing. I would say it was more of a political 
maneuver than anything else." 

"I have to admit that I was kind of curious about you too. I'd heard so much 
about your brawny reputation, and I saw you a few times on the streets, 
but...." 

"But you always thought that you were much too good for the likes of me, 
right?" 

"Well, something like that. But it's all changed now. You're second in 
command has taught me a lot about racial attitudes." 

"Which means you've learned a stud is only as good as he is under the covers 
no matter what his color is." 

"Very well put." 

"You know what my opinion about broads is?" 

"I am sure I'd just love to hear it." 

"That a broad is a broad, as long as she knows how to throw it around in my 
bed." 

"Just how many white girls have you had?" 

"Oh, my share. But nothing as good as you, from what I've heard." 

"Your friend talks a lot." 

"All in the strictest confidence, of course." 

"What are we suppose to be doing here?" 

"Exactly what you'd think." 

I am going to try you out. If you're even half as good as they say, you'll 
become my property." 

"Don't I get a choice?" 

"Yes. If you want any of our low - class meat, it's me or nothing. If you 
don't like the arrangement you can stick to your own side of town." 

"Not much of a choice." 

"It's the only one you've got." 

"When do we start?" 

"That's the way I like to hear you talk." 

"Go on in the back room and start taking your clothes off. I'll be right 
with you." 

Abigale looked around the white painted backroom and smiled to herself. For 
a ghetto cat, the big black guy didn't have bad taste. Granted that all the 
furnishings were no doubt stolen still she had to admit that he certainly 
knew what to steal. She stripped all the way down to her panties, thinking 
that she would leave this last for her new black lover, just to prolong the 
mystery of this. 

Then she stretched out on the big round bed, big daddy came in and 
immediately stepped out of his clothes, his big black rod popping out in 
full erection. She was amazed to see the impressive size of the gang 
leader's organ, thinking that only horses were usually hung like that. But 
there it was nevertheless, and she would soon be expected to take the 
massive thing on. 

Well, a weapon like that might be rough going in, but it would certainly be 
good for a mighty wild ride, once he was in the saddle. 

"So you think I'm pretty sharp, do you?" 

"For an uptown broad, you sure are some gorgeous piece of tail." 

"Then come on over here." 

"You still have those things on." 

"If you don't like them, why don't you get them off me?" 

"So you dig a little of the master treatment, do you? Okay." 

The big black stud reached down with his greasy hand and ripped the panties 
right off her succulent white body. Abigale's eyes glittered feverishly, as 
she felt his first contact with her naked skin. Now Abigale didn't mind what 
she was already reading in the big man's style. 

That he was to be the boss in all situations was the point that was not to 
be argued. That was alright with her, as long as she kept on getting his hot 
meat. But it was important to her that he not forget who she was. 

If she was to have an affair with him, then he had to remember that he was 
getting a special prize and treat her like one. Because of this feeling, 
Abigale decided to tease her black lover just a little before she spread her 
legs to be impaled on his huge spear. 

"Black Daddy" was all for climbing on top and ramming right into her, but 
Abigale kept her leg pressed tightly together as she wound her arm around 
his neck and pulled him in closer. 

"Take a good look first. You should inspect the high quality merchandise so 
I can be sure you appreciate what you're getting." 

"Okay, if it will make you happy." 

The black stud stared down at the creamy white body and the sandy-haired 
nest that was waiting for his entrance. 

"Looks delicious." 

"Then why don't you taste it?" 

"How did you know that there's nothing I like better than the sweet of white 
meat? It's one big turn on to get down there between a pair of wide spread 
thighs and start nibbling on a tasty snatch." 

"Then what are you waiting for?" 

"Just playing you at your own game, dear." 

He laughed then, and pawed his way between the tight pressed thighs and then 
pressed his open palm right over her pulsing love mound. 

"Ahhhh, feels good." 

Abigale pushed her body up to meet the big man's hand. Since he wasn't 
making any move willingly, she tried to entice him into what she wanted by 
sexily grinding her hips and so her snatch against the sweaty palm that was 
covering it. 

"Why don't we just go right to it?" 

"I thought you were going to nibble on the appetizer." 

"Right now I'm so hot I feel like going for the main course." 

"Taste it first. Just taste it." 

"No point in fighting you, especially when either way it's quite a kick." 

With that, the black man stopped rubbing the pulsing love mound and got 
himself fixed for a succulent dinner. With his head now between her legs, he 
pushed his face up until his nose was smelling the pungent aroma that he 
loved. Then he darted his tongue out and immediately begin to lap at her hot 
juices that were already flowing from her excited slit. 

"What a great tongue. Lick some more. Stab that tongue right in me and dig 
around. That is the way I like it." 

Abigale was in control then, and though she only knew for a short while, 
still it thrilled her to know that even a man as powerful as "Black Daddy" 
obviously, could still go down with just a little coaxing. She began to moan 
as the black stud feverishly lapped at her. 

He licked her slit with wild abandon, grunting passionately out of the side 
of his mouth so obviously enjoying the tasty treat. Working his tongue 
upward, he found her throbbing love button and grated his teeth gently over 
it, sending Abigale into convulsions of wild pleasure. 

Although she had started out thinking that she would have him go at it until 
she came at least once, Abigale did not expect the kind of talented work 
that the black boy could produce. 

In just minutes, her body was aching to be rammed, and she knew it was the 
only way she could be fully satisfied. She had to be possessed to the 
fullest by the black leader, taken completely out of her snobbish world, and 
into the lowest depths of her own lust. 

"I can't take any more. Give me your rod now." 

"Beg for it, baby." 

"Please, please, I have to get that, huge ram rod into me, I need it so 
much." 

"Now you know your place. Get ready baby. Because I am going to split you 
wide open." 

Instantly the black stud moved his body now hovering over her heated form on 
hands and knees. He looked down at her and grinned. 

"Don't wait. Give it to me hard and fast." 

"Okay sweetheart. Just the way you want it." 

With one smashing thrust, Black Daddy drove his heavy weapon into her all 
the way to the hilt. He groaned then, with the greatest pleasure of being 
very buried so deep inside the high class white woman. His whole life was 
really coming together now. 

All his ambitions were being realized, with his men and his battle 
strategies. And now he was in bed with the choicest white woman from miles 
around. Not only was he going to have her for this time only, but if all 
went well, she would be coming back every chance she got for more of her 
special brand of ghetto style loving. 

It was true that the white girl had her pick of high class lovers back on 
her own side of town, but none of them could compare with the wild ways of 
the gang member. If she had her way about it, she could come back to the 
ghetto for as much of the black man's passion as he was willing to give her. 

"Oh, yes. Do it to me." 

She panted the words in his ear. Throwing her arm around her neck and 
holding on for her dear life as he continued to pound away at her gushing 
hole. 

"How does it feel, baby?" 

"Wonderful. The best there is." 

There was no sarcasm in Abigale's words. Ever since that first time when her 
Puerto Rican client raped her in his room, she had a quieter taste for rough 
sex. And while her new lovers lacked the polish and good manner of her 
uptown men, they more than made up for it with hard loving. 

He was moving into her like a pro, his throbbing sledge hammer waking up 
every nerve in her body, and making her freak out. Every heavy thrust made 
her grunt with wild pleasure. 

"Ohhh, oh wow!" 

"You're a hot one, aren't you?" 

The black stud croaked dirty words into her ear as he continued to ram into 
her hot, wet warmth. 

"Hot. Hot as you can handle." 

"Gonna melt you down." 

"That's it, destroy me." 

Abigale began to move feverishly now. She threw her hips up to meet his 
raging body every time it came down to slam into her. Their bodies crashed 
together again and again as the frantically heated white woman matched his 
every rhythm. 

As fast as he went, the white girl kept begging him to hump her faster, 
pleading with him to speed up the tempo of his assault, and hoping he would 
drive her right up the wall. Her voice dripped with passion as she coaxed 
with him. 

"More. More. I just can't get enough." 

"I got all you'll ever need." 

"Black Daddy" began to ram her then, with all his might, sweat pouring out 
of his body as his tight ass went like crazy to keep her well filled with 
his hot meat. 

'Uhhh, Uhhh, Uhhh," 

"Come on baby. Work with me." 

She tightened her grip on his back and hung on to keep from being pushed 
right off the bed by her furious attack. Only an instant passed before 
Abigale raked her nails into his back, her body convulsing with one long 
orgasm. 

"You had yours baby. And now it's my turn." 

"Yes master." 

She was unable to move with him because he was reaming her hole so fast. She 
let her legs drop, being triggered by the dirty thought that she was unable 
to fight this savage man on top of her. She could not escape the strong 
black stud whose muscular body covered her soft, white one. His powerful rod 
was smashing into her trembling body. 

"More, harder." 

"Bitch!" 

"Screw you!" 

"You miserable white witch." 

"Pound it into me." 

His wild mind was a muddle of confused and dirty thoughts. He pounded his 
thick black rod into her warm mushiness with all the strength that he had. 
He screwed her as if his life depended on it. 

Again and again, in fast pace, he rammed his blood-gorged boner up into the 
beautiful blonde vagina and heard her beg for more of the same. He went at 
her with a vengeance, with savage determination, each plunge of his black 
rod into her body making her sob. 

And then, as he hung on the brink of a mind-blowing orgasm, he suddenly 
pulled out of her and sat back. 

"What are you doing?" 

She refused to believe that he didn't want to come inside her, that she 
would be denied feeling' his semen jetting into her melting vagina. 

"Don't panic baby" 

He quickly reached back with for the beautiful woman's legs and dragged them 
up over his strong black shoulders. 

"I'm going to come this way!" 

Before she could voice her protest or approval, she felt his thick weapon up 
into her again. Now she was almost bent double, her knees hooked up and over 
his shoulders, and her stuffed slit upturned and vulnerable. He was really 
into her now! Almost touching bottom. Only his big black balls, which 
flapped up against her upturned crotch as he resumed his hard thrust, 
remained outside of her. 

"So good. I love this. Come in me now. Drown me with it." 

"Any second." 

As he smashed against her upturned crotch slamming his throbbing cock into 
her, with brutal force, she thought quickly of the many times she had made 
it with her uptown men. 

Although she could feel his bone deep inside of her, working in and out, 
there was absolutely no pain. He was quite big and this was one time she was 
thankful for a man that did not have a normal sized organ. 

"Come...come, Damn you." . No sooner had the word spilled from her lips then 
she felt the warm flow. A mighty moan of pleasure tore from his throat as he 
delivered a final thrust, driving her knees back against her breast. 

Then the cream, shot with the shudder of ecstasy, streaked through his rod 
to soak her sticky vagina, to mingle with her own flow. 

"Oh how great." 

She continued to moan and sob, a wide eyed expression on her flush face. 
Huffing and puffing "Black Daddy" trembled through his moment of 
satisfaction, his black body completely covering the soft white one beneath 
his. He tried to look at the woman under him but was unable to. Everything 
was a blur and his head was swimming in a see of confusion. 

His body drained of every ounce of energy, he finally withdrew from her 
gushing slit and fell heavily over on his side. 

Letting out a sigh of contentment, Abigale eased her legs back down on the 
bed and stretched them out. She brought one hand to her breast and began a 
lazy stroking of them. Her other hand she slid down to her warm tummy, and 
over the damn warm patch of her pubic hairs. Then she dropped off to sleep. 

When she awoke she was amazed to realize that she had been asleep for almost 
two hours. 

It wasn't like her to fall asleep so soon after screwing, it only happened 
when she was very tired, or after an especially passionate night. Only then 
would sleep over take her so quickly. 

It had to be that she was more worn out than usual, she reasoned. There was 
always a great deal of excitement associated with any first performance. 
Then too, she was more nervous than usual this time, she thought, as she 
continued to list the reasons for her two hour sleep. 

What bothered her was the ease with which Black Daddy had set up shop with 
her. 


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