LLP-104 White Captive
by Mark Townsend


Chapter 1

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

"Richard! Darling, please don't."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There was a groan from the room!

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

There was a harsh male laugh!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There was a squeak!

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

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

She paled again and sucked in her breath in horror!

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

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

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

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

Her fianc's father and her own mother!

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

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

They were taking turns on her mother!

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

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

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

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

And then, suddenly it was over.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And suddenly, she could stand it no longer.

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

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

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

Billy!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That was the end.

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

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

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

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

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

She was almost there!

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

He missed!

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

She screamed again.

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

A porch light snapped on from the house.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She fought, but there was no stopping him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She was going to be raped!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Finally it was over.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh God, no!"

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

"Ohhh!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She groaned incoherently.

"Oooooooooooooh, nooo!"

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

"Aaaaaaaagggggggghhhhhh! "

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That did it!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



Chapter 2


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She stood silent and did not speak.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Here," he answered with a laugh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeh," they both murmured unhappily in unison.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She clenched her teeth tightly together and refused to speak.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Like it, Honky?" he tormented.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

l her hair.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She was almost ready to cum!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He groaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Aaaaghhh," she screamed unheeded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



Chapter 3


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Care to count them?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Aaaaaaaaaaghhhhh!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her legs kicked out helplessly in the air on either side of him and 
fell limply to the floor. It was over and there was no more reason to 
resist. It had been done and nothing could take it back. The exhausted 
Stitch lay collapsed heavily for a moment
I across her unresisting body, soaking his slowly deflating penis in 
the liquid depths of her cunt that he had filled completely a moment 
before. And then he slowly rose to his feet, pulling his pants up and 
buckling them as he did. His eyes were still locked on the tan goddess 
lying limply on the floor and they reflected the disbelief that still 
lingered that such a prize had been thrown to him so quickly and 
without warning. One moment she had been untouchable, and the next she 
was lying beneath his pounding hips with her legs split wide apart like 
any other piece of tail he had ever had, except infinitely better.

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

There was a groan from the floor.

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

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

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

| rippling through Susan's body. She knew the girl in
q her wild uncontrolled anger would go to any
g lengths to take her revenge on her if she got the slightest 
opportunity and her sole chance of survive
l al revolved back to Duke again. She had to stick to him at all costs 
now as her very life would be in danger if the fallen and humiliated 
Negress ever got her under her control for even a second.

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

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

And now it had worked again.

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

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

Duke spoke quickly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He ripped at her hair again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It had to be now!

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

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

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

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



Chapter 4


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Time had just run out on everything.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Put it in."

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

But he waited.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was electrifying!

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

There was just one thing more before he fucked her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He had to cum now or he would die!

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

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



Chapter 5


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

Where was she?

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

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

She moved her arms to stretch and suddenly froze!

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

And then she remembered.

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

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

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

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

This was her chance!

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

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

A board squeaked!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then, turning to Stitch and Jodie, he said in cold, threatening 
voice, "If anybody touches 'er they'll answer to me."

There was a silence and then Duke, apparently satisfied that his 
authority would prevent them from doing anything to her, ordered Coke 
and Shorty to get ready to leave.

Susan was tied securely in the bare corner of the bedroom, her arms 
bound by rope to two steel eyes in the wall, obviously used as towel 
racks by the previous occupant. It was uncomfortable and stretched her 
arms high above her head out on either side of her but at least it 
allowed her to sit on the floor Not many minutes later, Duke opened the 
door and looked in at her.

"Don't worry none, I tole them not bother ya. We'll be back tonite."

With that, he closed it and she was alone. She tugged against the 
bindings as soon as he was gone but they were secure and she could not 
budge them. After awhile, she heard the front door slam and the car 
pull out of the driveway. She began to tremble knowing she was alone 
with the two negroes now and completely at their mercy. She knew the 
Negress would not leave her alone and would take her spiteful revenge 
at the first opportunity and the only slight, tiny hope she had was 
that Stitch's fear of Duke would force him to protect her. But, after 
Duke's humiliation at the meeting with the well-dressed negro she was 
not certain he could not be convinced otherwise. She slumped to the 
floor and hung her head in abject dispair. There was nothing else she 
could do.

* * *

A long time later, and she was not certain just how long, she was 
shaken from the hazy half sleep she had drifted into, by the door 
slowly opening. She held her breath and gasped as she saw the Negress 
suddenly outlined menacingly in the door frame. There was an arrogant, 
self satisfied look on her face as she gazed down at the helplessly 
bound Susan. It was a long time before she spoke.

"I tole ya," she laughed evilly, puffing on the cigarette she held in 
her hand.

Susan mustered up her courage and decided she had better try and bluff 
as long as she could.

"D-Duke said he'd kill you if you touched me."

The Negress laughed a mocking laugh and Susan didn't blame her. Even to 
herself the protest sounded weak and feeble as though she herself did 
not believe it. Her eyes widened as the Negress suddenly began a slow 
half-walk, half-shuffle to wards her tightly bound body. lichen she was 
standing right in front of Susan, she looked down at her contemptuously 
for a moment and then with a lightning movement grabbed her by the hair 
and leaned down, twisting Susan's pain wracked face up close to her 
own. She held her in the painful, neck-breaking position for a moment, 
her eyes sparking with hate and then hissed into her face.

"You know what I'm gonna do to ya, honky? I'm gonna let Stitch turn ya 
inside out for awhile and then I'm gonna carve ya up slow like, tit by 
tit, or what's left of ya when he gets through."

"Oh please, please leave me alone," Susan whimpered, sobbing up through 
her contorted mouth. "I didn't mean it. It just happened."

"This is jist gonna happen too, baby," she laughed. "Git it, a 
happening, that's what we're gonna have, a happening."

"No, no, I'll tell Duke when he comes back," the poor distraught white 
girl screamed in a last try at a courageous front.

"There won't be nothin' left when he gits back, baby," the Negress spit 
coldly into her face and suddenly without warning rammed the burning 
cigarette she held in her hand hard into the bottom of Susan's foot.

She jumped and screamed against her bonds trying to escape the 
horrible, excruciating pain. The smell of burned flesh filled the room.

"D-D-Duke says to leave 'er a-alone," the wide-eyed Stitch, who had 
come running at the sound of the scream, protested from the door.

The Negress looked back at him contemptuously and reaching forward with 
both hands ripped the remnants of Susan's tattered dress from her. Her 
large, firm breasts fell free into the air and Susan could see the 
idiot's eyes suddenly bulge at the voluptuous sight of the naked white 
body bound helplessly to the wall.

"Ya like that, Stitch, wanna try some of it, huh?" The Negress taunted 
him as he stood in the doorway shaking from the sudden lustful picture 
of Susan cowering down in the corner away from the fiery Negress.

"Show 'im what'cha got, honky baby, open them legs wide," the ecstatic 
Jodie commanded to her.

Susan did not move but she suddenly jerked again as the brightly 
burning tip of the cigarette was pressed hard into her arm.

"Aaaaaaaagggghhhh!" she screamed and whimpered against the torturous, 
searing sensation that seemed to cut all the way to the bone.

"When I says move, honky, you move," she heard hissed at her through 
her pain-deadened mind.

Susan's legs went limp and she let her thighs fall slightly apart from 
their own weight. She could feel the Negress reaching down and grasping 
her ankles and pulling her as far out of the corner as she could get 
her with her hands still bound to the walls. Her buttocks scraped 
painfully across the rough floor and she moaned in protest but it was 
not heard.

"Now open 'em, baby, I want Stitch to see how nice and tight a real 
white pussy looks."

Reluctantly, with tears of shame and fear coursing down her reddened 
cheeks, Susan spread them a few inches.

"More, honky, more, Stitch can't see it, can ya, Stitch," she teased at 
him as his eyes grew wider and small beads of sweat began to form on 
his forehead.

Susan following her commands like a robot, spread her thighs wider but 
the Negress, losing patience grabbed her at the ankles and jerked them 
hard apart. The poor girl sobbed again from the pain and humiliation, 
feeling the raw, pink flesh of her vagina stretched and open from the 
outward pressure against her legs. She was totally exposed to the 
trembling negro's gaze as his eyes locked in lustful desire at the tiny 
tight opening nestling in the sparse, soft field of blond cuntal hair 
between her legs.

"Wouldn't you like to sink that big black cock of yours right up in 
that tight lil pussy, Stitch, baby? Man, it'd feel like hot warm bacon 
grease slippin' around it."

Cowering in the corner, Susan had never felt more naked and frightened 
in her life. She was at the mercy of a mad-woman and a half-crazed 
idiot both at the same time and there was nothing that could be done 
about it. Her flesh still stung from where the Negress had pressed the 
burning cigarette into her and she could not go through the horrible 
pain of that again. She would gladly die rather than go through this 
humiliation but she knew they would not kill her, not right away, 
anyway. The hate-filled Jodie was enjoying her sadistic revenge too 
much to listen to any kind of pleas for mercy, in fact she probably 
would enjoy it a hundred times more if she could get her to beg. There 
was no hope at all now for anything and she didn't try to stop the 
hopeless tears of humiliation and fright that were streaming down her 
cheeks.

She jumped suddenly as she felt a pressure between her legs. The 
Negress had knelt down beside her and had brushed her hand against the 
tender flesh surrounding her vagina.

"She'd like you bettah than Duke, Stitch. Look at that how she jumps 
when she thinks 'bout you crawlin' on top of her and fuckin' her with 
that big thing of yours." and she thrust a finger hard into the moist 
opening of Susan's spread vagina, bringing another helpless twist of 
her body and a groan from her tortured lips.

"See, Stitch, see," the delighted negro girl cackled. "She loves ya."

"Y-Y-Yeah," the demented Stitch sputtered and Susan's eyes sprung open 
wide in fright as she suddenly looked up and saw him advancing across 
the floor with a lust-crazed look on his face and a great bulge in his 
pants.

"I-I-I'll f-fuck 'er," he mouthed wetly, not taking his eyes from 
between her legs where the grinning Jodie had expertly insinuated her 
fingers and was methodically massaging them around and around to widen 
the passage.

"Git 'er on the bed, man," the Negress suddenly said, withdrawing her 
fingers wetly from Susan's cunt. She rose and taking a knife from under 
her blouse, slashed the bonds holding her to the wall, and lifted her 
by one arm to a standing position. "Now jist lay down there, baby, and 
ole Stitch's gonna give ya the best fuckin' ya ever had in your whole 
life. Jist like he did me last night," she added with a bitter sneer.

Susan hesitated and through the slit of her half opened eyes she 
suddenly saw the fiery glow of the cigarette pressing toward her firm, 
fear-throbbing breast. She leaped away from it and twisted half-crazily 
toward the bed. She could not stand it again, not the burning pain that 
had driven her half wild a few moments before. She would do anything, 
anything.

She landed face down on the bed where Duke had screwed her last night 
and lay quivering in fear and humiliation.

Oh God, would this horrible nightmare never end, ran helter skelter 
through her fevered thoughts. She'd rather die, rather die. But not 
tile pain again, she couldn't stand it. She would do anything!

She heard Stitch's clothes dropping hurriedly from his body as she 
remembered hearing Duke's last night and suddenly found herself wishing 
it were him again. At least, he had been human and gentle about it and 
for some strange unknown reason she had responded. It was animal-like, 
but still it had been a response. Now there was nothing but the shame 
and humiliation of lying here on this filthy, awful bed while the idiot 
Stitch finally got his way with her and the venomous Jodie egged him on 
to heap greater and greater indignities upon her helpless body.

She jerked as she suddenly felt hands on her buttocks behind. It was 
Jodie and she was drawing them slowly apart. Susan could not see her 
eyes but imagined them as burning and glistening like coal even in the 
light coming in through the window. She had wanted her revenge and she 
was getting it, getting it a thousand-fold.

"Look at it, Stitch, you kin fuck her here. She'll like it. It's a 
tight little asshole," Jodie crooned on, building the imbecile's 
passion to a point where she knew when it burst, it would burst into a 
sadistic and crazed violence just as she had been subjected to last 
night. She wanted to see this little white bitch get hers just like she 
had, only a hundred times more and before the day was over she would 
wish she were dead-if she weren't.

Susan felt the hands move away and they were replaced suddenly by wild 
slivering lips coursing all around her smooth, oval buttocks. He was 
biting into them without control, bringing tiny gasps of pain from her 
as she screwed her pelvis down into the mattress to try and escape. He 
pulled them apart with his thumbs and she could feel his long thick 
tongue snaking down and licking into the hot, slightly sweating 
crevice. He pulled and stretched at her asshole and she could feel the 
strain on the tight rubbery ring around it. It hurt and she felt lewd 
and obscene and her whole soul not just her body, felt naked and 
exposed to all the world as the crazed black form hovered over her 
buttocks behind and slobberingly plundered at the tiny brown puckered 
hole. But she didn't care now. Nothing was important anymore as long as 
she escaped the burning torture of the cigarette she could still smell 
burning behind her somewhere in the room as the vengeful Jodie stood 
and watched the whole obscene spectacle with hate-filled eyes glowing 
in savage satisfaction.

There was a pressure against her ankles and she did not resist as she 
felt her legs pulled open wide until the tips of her toes were hanging 
down on either side of the wide double bed. The negroes finger poked at 
her asshole and she jerked automatically from the sudden pain.

"Relax," the Negress hissed at her from by the side of the bed and 
lowered another burning cigarette before the girl's face. "Open your 
ass."

Susan gasped and pleaded silently for a second and then relaxed to be 
used as the slavering negro crouching behind her desired. She sucked in 
her breath as he dug at her anus again with his middle finger, 
insinuating it slowly and methodically into the depths of her rectum. 
She moaned and pressed her face tight into the mattress as she felt him 
slip it in harshly up to the first knuckle and begin to move it around 
sadistically in her tight contracting asshole. He dug his finger deeper 
and she cried out but the scream died in her throat as she saw the 
burning tip of the cigarette again before her eyes.

The crazed Stitch's finger had impaled her deeper and he began to grind 
it around down into her tightly constricted anal passage with a greater 
force now. She began to jerk her buttocks involuntarily to escape the 
cruel probing but her quivers only drove it deeper and deeper into her.

"Go on, Stitch," the impatient Negress standing by the bed goaded, 
"Fuck her in the ass."

The negro slipped his finger from her rectum with a wet sucking noise 
and clasped his broad thick rod in his hand. He had never felt so 
excited in his life and his body shook as he looked down on the 
helpless white girl stretched beneath him, so vulnerable and open. He 
had waited a long time to get his turn at her while all the others had 
had theirs. Now it was his turn and his eyes shone frenzied and wild as 
he gently pulled at his huge black cock, bigger than any of the others 
by far, and he stroked to bring it to its full power. He wanted to go 
as deep in her as he could and show her he was just as good as Duke. He 
had heard her moaning and groaning under Duke last night as he had 
listened from the other room and knew he could make her like it too 
just as Duke had done.

He half lowered himself, half fell, down onto her back and she could 
feel his hands fumbling between them and pulling the cheeks of her ass 
wide apart. He lifted his ass in the air and she could feel the tip of 
his cock probing against her for several seconds, trying to find the 
tight puckered hole.

And suddenly he did.

He pushed forward and she felt a slight pop at her anus-and then-then a 
sudden spasm of pain so unbearable that she twisted and screamed, again 
and again, trying with all her strength to get away. Her buttocks were 
moving like a live animal thrashing about to escape but her jerks only 
helped to drive his huge black penis deeper and deeper inside her.

She could feel the pressure of the demented negro's body pressing down 
on her with a pulverizing strength, pushing her down into the bed, 
punishing the lovely white ass that waved back at his eyes. She bucked 
back up at him, trying to throw him off but as she bucked up, he rammed 
down and imbedded his thick, rock-hard cock all the way to the hilt in 
the soft flaccid tunnel of her ass.

"Aaaahhhggggg, God," she grunted in pain and continued her hopeless 
thrashing beneath him. She no longer felt human as the huge black cock 
ripped far up into her rectum, pushing against the bottom of her belly 
inside. She felt as though she were split open by a knife and her 
insides were torn and ripped as they had never been before. The pain 
was unbearable and she fought in wild desperation for a full minute 
longer against the brutal fleshy pole sunk in her backside and then 
with a final groan of hopeless surrender her strength failed. She 
collapsed in a limp mass of flesh beneath the body of the negro who had 
her pinned to the bed like a butterfly in an insect collection.

The sadistic Jodie bent down beside her on the bed and hissed in her 
ear.

"Like it in the ass, honky."

And that made it a million times worse, to know that she was watching 
it all and enjoying Susan's crude and inhuman humiliation at the hands 
of the half-wit. Her crackling laughter reverberated through the room 
like the voice of doom itself, urging the panting Stitch, who lay with 
his cock throbbing inside her, to rip her apart.

"How would Duke like that now, baby? Watchin' his little white honky 
gittin' fucked in the asshole." Her words of mockery and insult droned 
on until suddenly the pain in Susan's rectum from the giant entry began 
to ease a little. She still felt ripped and stretched there but the 
time he had lain on her not moving had given her anus time to gradually 
adjust to the unnatural invasion and her mind to clear a little. The 
jungle instinct of survival that lies buried deep in the mind of every 
human being as a throw back to that time eons ago when they too crawled 
upon the earth on their bellies began to reverberate through her brain.

Two could play the game the vicious Negress was playing by appealing to 
the animal instincts of the half-witted Stitch. She too could do it. He 
was her only hope now to protect her from the horrible death or 
mutilation that was certain to follow her ravishment now. She had to 
get him on her side at any and all costs or her fate was sealed. And 
... there was only one way to do that.

Stitch suddenly groaned as he felt the white girls' anal muscles 
tighten around his long thick length buried inside her. His cock 
throbbed harder and he couldn't believe his senses when her buttocks 
began a slow methodical, but hardly perceptible rotation beneath him. 
He flexed his penis deep up her rectum in an answering signal to 
convince his skeptical and unbelieving mind that she was responding to 
him. He gasped as he felt it, felt her throb and tighten around like a 
warm fitting glove. His joy knew no bounds. He had conquered her and 
suddenly gasping and moaning in a new found delight, he jerked her 
almost weightless body up to its knees without losing the connection 
and began to saw rhythmically and deep far down into the velvety 
confines of her anus. He watched with disbelieving jubilance as the 
pinkish round skin of her puckered little asshole draw back with the 
long black shaft, clasping to it as though it did not want to let it 
go.

Susan knelt before him and prayed, prayed that her revulsion and 
humiliation would not betray her to him and that she could hold out 
long enough to convince him he had really conquered her will. Kneeling 
before him she began to undulate her buttocks in small tiny circles, 
waving the white full rounded cheeks back at him lasciviously like a 
red flag before a bull. And strangely, the tiny bit of whore in every 
woman suddenly broke forth into a tingle of masochistic excitement. She 
wasn't working for money but for her life, but it was all the same and 
she did not fight it. She wanted to enjoy it, she had to enjoy it, or 
he would know she was using him. There was still pain but it was 
strangely pleasurable and she found herself thrusting and squirming 
back to meet the obscene impalement and he jerked forward into her.

"Man, that honky likes it, Stitch," the ecstatic Jodie crooned from the 
side of the bed as she too mistook Susan's sudden gyrations as a sign 
of total and complete surrender to the sodomizing she was receiving 
from the huge ebony cools.

Behind her the impassioned and delighted Stitch groaned each time he 
surged up into her and she too was moaning beneath him and twisting and 
waving the whiteness of her ass back at him in a lewd invitation to 
fuck into her harder and deeper. Her face was turned to the side on the 
bed and he could see her teeth bared back in ecstatic delight, her 
tongue flicking out wetly in time to the increasing power of his long, 
smooth strokes into her that carried the full length of his long 
plunging rod of flesh. Her long, blond hair flowed out over the bed and 
periodically whirled in the air before his eyes as with a sudden or 
particularly hard thrust she would grunt and flail her head to the 
other side.

God, he had her.

She was his now to do as he liked for as long as he liked and even as 
he rammed into her now, weird pornographic pictures of the things he 
would do with her voluptuous white body later, filtered through his 
dim-witted mind and increased his pleasure that much more.

"Oooooh, oooooh," she moaned and grunted beneath him and he pressed 
forward as far as he could, pulling the soft cheeks of her ass wide 
apart to allow him to go deeper, and just holding it there. His cock 
was buried to the hilt up her painfully expanded rectum and he suddenly 
gasped again. Her hand had reached down under her body and was gently 
cradling his balls, scraping her nails over them in a maddening, 
teasing motion that brought saliva running from the edges of his mouth.

"Oh yes, darling, fuck it like that," she crooned through her tightly 
clenched lips as he gorged into her buttocks as hard as he could and 
rotated the giant blood-filled head deep around in her asshole.

Susan could almost feel herself splitting open from the power and 
pressure he was exerting deep down inside her but she gritted her teeth 
tight and did all the things she knew he would want her to do. She 
mouthed obscenities back at him and pleaded with him to do things to 
her with words like cunt, fuck, and shit. And all the time she thrust 
back against him, hiding her shame and humiliation in her grim 
determination to convince him she wanted it more than anything else in 
the world.

And she had.

Behind her, the still elated Stitch began to throb and ache in his 
balls where her fingers coursed over them. He knew he was close to 
cumming and he wanted it to be good. This little white bitch was his 
now and he had waited a long time to get her beneath him and he was 
going to enjoy it to the fullest.

Susan could feel his hugeness inside her stretched and expanded rectum 
growing and she knew what was coming. She knew he was going to shoot 
his lewd, hot sperm deep up into her helpless anus and she would have 
given anything in the world if there were any other way, but there 
wasn't. She would have to take it all inside her even if the 
humiliation and shame killed her.

The now crazed negro behind her began to fuck into her asshole with 
ever increasing speed. His hand ripped and pulled at the soft white 
rounded globes of buttocks like they were soft resilient clay in his 
hands. He spread the cheeks of her ass wide-apart and with bulging eyes 
watched the full black length of his pistoning cock split the whiteness 
of her anus like a soot covered train tunneling l through a snow 
covered mountain. His cock felt as though it would burst, not just at 
the end but all along the full length where the rubbery tight walls of 
her rectum held it vice-like and hot. The white girl was mumbling and 
whimpering incoherent noises into the mattress, and, mistaking them for 
cries of wanton passion, he increased the vigor and power of his 
strokes until he was buffeting her forward into the headboard of the 
bed with cruel earth-shattering lunges.

Susan cried out in desperate prayer, unable to stop herself in the mad 
scramble of the lust-crazed negro to complete his orgasm.

"Oh God, Ooooh God," she screamed, the sobs choking down her throat as 
she felt him jerk inside her and realized to her horror that the moment 
was here when he was going to explode inside her and fill her helpless 
and unprotected belly with his obscene, hot, cum and there was nothing 
in the world she could do about it but lay kneeling in front of him 
like a galley slave and feign a rampant passion.

"Oh, cum, darling, cum," she shouted back at his sweating body, wanting 
to get it over with, wanting to end it forever. There was a muffled 
gurgle from behind her and she felt his great throbbing cock burst like 
a dam as he gave one last tremendous thrust into the back of her 
upraised buttocks and emptied his hot sperm in wave after wave deep 
into the depths of her rectum. Susan thought the ejaculating instrument 
would never stop flowing into her and could feel the hot sticky fluid 
overflowing around his still jerking cock and forcing its way out the 
tight nether ring of her asshole that was clamped tight around the base 
of his throbbing black cock. Her humiliation and shame were complete. 
She had whored herself and didn't even know if it would save her. She 
gasped out a deep sigh of relief as she felt his deflated and limp 
shaft of flesh slowly withdraw from her flooded behind. There was a 
slight, wet, sucking noise as it slipped out from between the full 
white moons of her buttocks with a lewd slurping sound. Then a sudden 
rush of cool air into the wetness of her loins as she remained kneeling 
with her buttocks waving high in the air for a moment and then 
collapsed off to the side of the bed.

The satiated and ecstatic Stitch lay mumbling to himself in his elation 
over his conquest of the white girl. It was something incomprehensible 
to him and as unreachable as the moon but it had happened and he lay 
back with a half-idiotic smile on his face, reveling in his unexpected 
and first triumph over Duke, their leader. He had taken his girl away.

Susan lay with her chest heaving from the awful ordeal of sodomy she 
had gone through. Her whole rectal passage ached and felt torn and she 
could feel it burning slightly where the negro's strong, pungent 
seminal fluid formed a still warm pool deep up inside it. She waited, 
knowing that the moment was coming soon that would tell if it had all 
been worth it or if she had just let herself get fucked in that 
horrible way for nothing.

The moment came a second later.

"Now it's my turn," she suddenly heard hissed venomously from the foot 
of the bed. She looked down and her eyes opened wide in horror. The 
Negress, Jodie, her face contorted in bitter hate, was standing there 
with a long sharp switch-blade held menacingly in her hand.

The reclining Stitch, a lazy self-satisfied smile still frozen to his 
face, raised his head and stuttered:

"W-W-What'cha gonna d-do?" he asked, suddenly showing alarm as he saw 
the knife glistening in the sunlight coming through the window.

"I'm gonna cut her tit off. Then ya can fuck her again," the Negress 
spat down at him.

Susan closed her eyes and prayed. It was all out of her hands now, her 
work had ended when the idiotic Stitch had emptied his loins inside her 
aching rectum. It was all up to him now.

"N-No ya ain't."

Susan's eyes opened slightly as she felt his weight rise from the bed 
and saw him place himself between her and the advancing Negress. His 
hands were clenched into tight fists and the muscles on his back stood 
out in broad, powerful sinews that gave her sudden security. At least 
she had someone on her side even if she had to undergo this same 
horrible ordeal she had just experienced over and over again until the 
others returned.

There was a sudden scuffle and a cry and her hopes were shattered as 
quickly as they had formed. The lithe, quick Negress had lunged forward 
and caught the passion weakened Stitch straight between the ribs with 
the gleaming, silver blade of the knife. Susan cringed down back into 
the mattress, her eyes open in horrified disbelief as he stood there 
for a moment, his mouth hanging open in shock, and then pitched forward 
dead on the floor with a dull thud that shook the flimsy walls of the 
shack.

The Negress smiled again across the width of the bed.

"Nice try, honky," she rasped in hate, "but it was all for nuthin'. I'm 
gonna cut you up in little pieces, a little bit at a time."

Susan cowered back against the headboard of the bed, stunned at the 
sudden violent turn of events that now left her at the mercy of the 
deranged Negress. She watched as a gentle bird hypnotized by the 
relentless approach of a silent hungry cat bearing down on it. She 
could not move and closed her eyes again to sweep away the horrible, 
insane vision of the glistening blade of steel now running with blood, 
held in the hand of the stealthy approaching Negress.

"Now, honky baby," she heard through her fogged mind. "I want that left 
tit first."

A cold hand closed over her breast and stretched it harshly outward 
from her body ... she groaned, and felt herself passing into the 
welcome oblivion of unconsciousness. But she was suddenly stunned by a 
quick and terrible roar. The coldness flew from her breast as though it 
had been slapped away and her eyes fluttered open.

Duke was standing in the doorway, a double barreled shot-gun in hands. 
Thin wisps of smoke were rising from both barrels. He said nothing, but 
motioned to her to come to him. It was difficult and her legs wobbled 
but she made it through the door and heard him close it behind them. 
She had not bothered to look at either of the bodies lying in the room 
because she knew she couldn't stand it even after the horror she had 
just been through.

"We forgot somethin' and came back," Duke said simply, and then added 
with a strange note of nostalgia in his voice that even he didn't 
understand. "They wouldn't a done that last year if I told 'em not to."



Chapter 6


The groaning pick-up truck loaded with vegetables on the back stopped 
in a cloud of dust when its driver saw the petite, blond girl waving it 
down. He opened the door and let her in and then resumed his journey 
toward the town ahead.

"Been for a walk, miss," he ventured, unaccustomed to having strange 
passengers on his weekly trip into the market.

"W-Why, yes, yes I have," the girl answered hesitantly and said nothing 
else.

"It's a long way from town, must've takin' you all day, might near," he 
continued, refusing to let the conversation lag as she would have 
liked.

"Y-Yes, I've been gone a long time," she answered, hoping he would let 
it go at that and concentrate on his driving so she could collect her 
shattered thoughts. Duke had spared her life and she could think of no 
reason that he should have, in fact, he had taken quite a chance with 
the plans that had been worked out with the well-dressed Negro wearing 
the horn rimmed glasses that day so long ago. It was a long walk of 
quite a few hours from the trail on which the cabin was located to the 
main road but someone might have come along and given her a ride and 
she would have been in time to stop the whole thing. But now it was too 
late, the appointed hour had come and passed and if things had gone 
according to schedule there was nothing she or anyone else could do 
about it. Besides, she had given him her word and that should be worth 
something. He hadn't really forgotten anything when he had come back to 
the shack. She knew because he had taken nothing when he had left a 
short time later. He had come back because he had changed his mind 
about leaving her to them and because he knew he no longer controlled 
them. Last year, as he had said, it would have been different but they 
were following a new leader now. Not one that they could see, but one 
of brutal empty promises that would lead nowhere. One needed but the 
slogans of the new breed she had thought so much about back in the 
dilapidated shack and one had an angry and dedicated following that was 
no longer satisfied with the Duke's and others who knew nothing but how 
to heist beer from a standing delivery truck. She had had a long time 
to think about things on her walk down to the main road but had come to 
no conclusions at all, she would do that later when her mind was more 
clear and the effect of the awful carnage of the day had worn off.

"If you been walkin' all day, you missed the big news," the farmer 
spoke beside her, feeling uncomfortable sitting in silence.

"Oh," Susan answered, showing a mild tone of interest out of 
politeness.

"Yes siree," he said excitedly, suddenly happy to find a topic of 
conversation. "Half the city's burnin' down. Seems a couple of young 
niggers started a usual Friday night ruckus and when the police moved 
in somebody threw a fire bomb. That blew things sky-high. Some young 
punk national guardsmen evidently got nervous and fired in the crowd 
that came runnin' out to see the fire and that's all she wrote."

"It's bad, huh," she said without enthusiasm.

"Man, I'll say it is," the farmer continued. "They've killed off about 
eighty of 'em already. Even got one of the big street gang leaders down 
there tryin' to kill a policeman. Named Duke somethin' or other. Cain't 
rightly remember now, but the whole nigger population's runnin' through 
the streets startin' fires right 'n left and actin' like a bunch o' 
wild animals."

"Don't we all sometimes," Susan muttered under her breath, remembering 
her own body bucking and twisting under the cruel sodomizing of the 
half-idiotic Stitch to save her own life.

"What da'ya saya Miss, I cain't hear ya. Little deaf ya know," he 
laughed. "Maybe we can get something on the radio.

Susan sat quietly as he clicked it on and the station announcer's voice 
came through the static loud and clear.

... and this evening, ---, leader of the black power movement says from 
his headquarters in Detroit, the vicious and uncontrolled rioting that 
has broken out in Chicago is just another example of the spontaneous 
and justified dissatisfaction of the negro with his position in today's 
America. And ... he forecasts they will continue to occur through-out 
the major American cities as long as blatant police and military 
brutality continue to exist against the black man ...

Yes, Susan thought to herself as the announcer droned on about the 
rising casualty and damage toll, I have taken a long walk today ...


The End
