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                                 White Captive
                                   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.  II
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 think I know how you feel and I'll try to hold
myself back."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

      "I don't know.  But it almost seems sometimes as if she hates me more
than anything else in the world.  II 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 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 himperhaps 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 nowafter 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 momentbut the sounds continued
unabated by her silent and unknown intrusion.

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

      She paled again and sucked in her breath in horror!

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

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

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

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

      Her fiancee's father and her own mother!

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

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

      They were taking turns on her mother!

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

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

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

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

      And then, suddenly it was over.

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

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

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

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

      She waited for her to scream in protest, or to fight back against the
horrible obscene rape she was being subjected tobut 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 longerlistening 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 with 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-of-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 viciouslyand 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 vaginaa 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-of-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.

