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                                 White Captive
                                   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 deadif 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 anusand thenthen 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."

