Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Mary-Louise Parker was shaking her head furiously as she tried to picture her husband-to-be Patrick Thomson. She heard the soft moans from the other side of the door of her small room - no, her small prison. She knew what these women, these whore and harlots and niggers were trying to do. She would not forget Patrick. She closed her eyes and thought of the first time she'd seen him without a shirt. He was cutting wood for the fire. He'd been yelled at by her father. She saw her father's angry face then remembered looked back to Patrick. Not to a damn nigger, but to the man who she'd given herself to, Patrick Thomson, white and handsome and.... A cry came from the door. The sound of scratching came next then there was loud sigh and deep laughter. Deep nigger laughter. "BASTARDS!" she yelled and launched herself from the bed. Mary-Louise grabbed the chair and was going to throw it at the door but caught a glimpse of the orgy of black on white bodies in the street below. They were doing it to get to her. To make her one of them. The anger filled her again. She lifted the chair and threw it against the window hearing the glass shatter from the nailed down frame. "GOD DAMNED BASTARDS!!!" she yelled out the smashed window and heard the door open. She was ready for them. She would use the chair and smash that nigger's pea-brain in. Mary-Louise spun round, raising the chair and stopped. The nigger was naked. Naked and strong and she looked at that black dick that was sinking down. She barely saw the naked blonde whore behind him. She forced her eyes upwards and held the chair in front of her. "No." she told them. Footsteps were running up stairs. "NO!" she yelled as Laurie ran in, as naked as the day she was born. The woman was grinning. "Yes." Laurie said. "I will NOT forget my man." Mary-Louise said through clenched teeth. "We are going to burn this town down." she said. "Burn it down with every one of you apes in it!" "No." Laurie shook her head. "You won't. He's already forgot you anyway." "Nooooo...." Mary-Louise shook her head. "Yes! He is FUCKING someone right now!" "NO!" Mary Louise glared at Louise's mocking grin, the chair lowering slowly. "Don't you use that..." "Right now." Louise grinned. "He knew his place. Fine body like his won't be wasted. A lot of us have enjoyed him." She slapped the bush between her legs. "He slammed it right into this little fuckhole right here." "You hussy!" Mary-Louise lifted the chair and threw it across the room to the naked woman who side-stepped it easily. "YOU GOD-DAMN LYING HUSSY! YOU ALL GONNA BURN!" The nigger launched himself at her and floored her hard. He held her down and Mary-Louise fought his grip but saw the grin on his face. "Go on." she told him. "Rape me. Go and rape a white woman and see what happens, nigger. I gonna watch you swing!" he lowered himself so he was close enough for her to smell his breath. "No nigger gonna rape you." he said softly. "You are gonna give yourself." "HELL WITH YOU!" she yelled. He just kept grinning. "You are gonna open those legs up and invite-" "HELL WITH ALL OF YOU!" she yelled again. "MY MAN--" "YOUR MAN?" the black man roared in her face. "Your man ain't worth shit!" He suddenly lifted Mary-Louise and slammed her face-down onto the bed. "Let's show this bitch `her man'" he said and Mary-Louise found herself being stripped. The dress was ripped from her body, leaving her naked under the nigger. She was naked in front of a nigger. The shame was over-whelming but under that she felt a thrill. Her arms were pulled back and she screamed as her hands were tied. Suddenly she found her head being pulled back. The women were grinning as this ape was attacking her. Mary-Louise saw the glee in their eyes. They were excited by it all! "BITCHES!" she yelled at them. "YOU ALL DEA--" The cloth that was stuffed into her mouth tasted old and dirty. The nigger was gagging her. Suddenly she was hoisted up and found herself over his shoulder. Mary-Louise was being treated like a animal, tied and gagged and thrown over some worthless nigger's shoulder like she was a sack of potates! She found herself beinf taken down the stairs and then outside into the night air. For the first time in how long she was breathing fresh air. But the sights that met her took the relief away. The street was nothing more than an orgy. White women acting like harlots. And all to niggers. She wrestled with the strong arm that kept her pinned to his shoulder and looked hatred at the whores and sluts around her. The niggers were all laughing. You black bastard, she thought as she was taken down the street and then was thrown onto the hard, cold ground. "MMMHHH!" she screamed through the gag. The blonde slut ran past her and opened a door on the barn before running in. The nigger grabbed Mary-Louise by her hair and pulled her to her feet. "MMMMMMMMMMMM!!!" "You make another sound, I'll cut `you're man's' balls off and feed `em to you." he told her. Something in his eyes told her he was serious and she fell silent. They were taking her to Patrick anyway. He'd show them how much he loved her. Mary-Louise was pushed towards the barn and she walked towards the door. The air felt good on her skin as she approached the barn. She stepped through the door and stopped. The barn was like any other animal barn. Wooden supports and divides and burning torches lit the interior. Only she saw where horses might have been there were men. White men. Each one attached to the wall by chains around their neck and ankles with three men in each stall. Like animals, she thought. There were bruises all over their naked bodies. Bruises and cuts. All of them were on their knees. Some were having sex with a woman in front of them on all fours. As the nigger stepped in she saw them all lower their eyes. There must have been a good dozen in here. She was pushed in the back and walked on. The nigger grabbed her hair and pulled her face around to show her the stall furthest back. She could barely recognise the man under the swollen face and bruised body. He didn't look up as she saw the black-haired, and naked, whore on her hands and knees in front of him. The blonde slut was stroking his chest then suddenly pushed her face to his and Mary-Louise saw him kissing her. All the time he didn't stop thrusting his hips forwards towards the black-haired slut who was now looking up at Mary-Louise with a look of happiness. Patrick had stopped and his body quivered slightly. He was... Mary-Louise felt the tears welling up. They had beaten him. Beaten them all. The hatred was building up in her again. But this time she knew she had to be clever. She felt herself being dragged back then blinked away the tears as she was shoved out into the night air again. The nigger was standing before her. "You see?" he said to her. "Your man. And that bitch. He's fucked six of them. And all while you're shouting about `your man'" Mary-Louise wouldn't have said anything even if she wasn't gagged. She allowed herself to be carried back to the room she'd been kept in. Only now it had been stripped bare. No furniture, both windows were boarded over and a bucket to use as a toilet. She was untied and listened to the door being locked again. As she looked towards the door in the dark room she started working on an idea. They wanted to break her. Just like they'd done with Patrick. She would never allow herself to become that though. She'd work out a way. The days passed. At first she refused to eat but found they they forced the food into her. Tying her arms behind her back and clamping her nose closed until she was forced to open her mouth for air and also the spoonfuls of food that would be shoved in. But something else was happening to her. The dreams were getting more vivid. And as much as she tried to keep Patrick's face in her head she found his image seeming to slip away a bit further each time. Mary-Louise had stopped looking out the window as the sight sickened her. The fornication that seemed to be on purpose for her to see and hear. The sluts always were looking up at her window as they did what they did. The niggers had taken to coming in when she'd gone to sleep. They would just stand there as she woke, watching her as they had their black dicks in their hands and... They always aimed for the bed before laughing as they left to her screams and curses. There was nothing to do and had started feeling how pleasurable it was to touch herself. Marry-Louise didn't want to but her own body was responding to the dreams and she felt the pleasure of her fingers between her legs. As the days and then what must have been weeks passed by she found herself touching herself more and more. Mary-Louise would stop if she heard the door. Finally she accepted the food and saw how happy they were at her obedience. Mary-Louise ate and stopped swearing. She even saw the niggers soften their way with her. She found them happy when she watched them standing there, naked. Then the night came when she swallowed her disgust and touched one of the small splatters of seed from them. That's what they called it. The seed. They were open about what they wanted here. The niggers had `ideas'. Wrong, against God and Man, ideas. The whores were just as guilty but she had to rescue her man and then... Mary-Louise thought of the black face looking down at her as she tasted his seed. She swallowed it down and forced a smile across her face. "That's better, baby." he told her and held it up in front of her. "Now suck on my black dick." She stood up and tried not to look at the open door. Mary-Louise had a plan. The latest dream was the worse so far. She'd been on her back, her belly full of child and was crying out as she saw all the black faces around her. Suddenly she looked down and saw the head appearing from between her legs. As black as coal. Mary-Louise had woken up gasping for breath. She had to get away from this hell-hole.... Mary-Louise could still taste him as stepped in front of the nigger. She slammed her knee into his crotch and shoved him down before jumping onto the stunned man. Quickly she grabbed his head and smashed it down onto the floor once, twice then three times. Mary-Louise had no times for clothes. She run out the room and stopped herself at the stairs. There was no-one around and she she crept down the into the empty street. The air was cold on her naked body and the sensation was tingling. The street was dark under the night sky and she saw the light on in the houses. All inside, doing what they shouldn't, she thought. Mary-Louise remembered where Patrick had been kept and quickly ran round the back of the buildings to approach it out of sight. Heading towards the barn she stopped and crept round the side of the building when she heard the noise coming from it. Mary-Louise crawled forward and pressed herself against the wood where she saw a gap between the wooden planks. The noise was cheering and clapping. She could only make out glimpses between heads but what she saw was enough to be sure. A fight. Two men. Bloody and bruised as they punched and hit each other. Their eyes were swollen and blood was pouring from cuts around their faces and white bodies. Two white men. The crowd were cheering as each punch landed. One man was suddenly out of sight again then she saw him being thrown back into the fight again. She heard the animal-like cry from the other man and saw a bloody fist raising and lowering. She could see the blood flying and felt sick. It didn't sound human. It sound like a wild animal was in there. But there was something familiar in the cry and Mary-Louise thought back trying to remember it. The memory came back. Under the stars. He was on top of her, thrusting, arching his back as he was inside her. That night. That wonderful, wonderful night with the man she loved. She could barely recognise him under the blood and cuts but she was sure. Patrick. Suddenly the crowd pulled back and she saw more clearly. She saw the other white man on the floor of the barn. His face was a mess of blood. "Finish it." a voice said. The faces who were watching were enjoying this. The women were the worst as they were obviously filled with lust. She saw the length of wood land onto the floor next to the white man. Patrick walked over to the wood and picked it up. Something inside Mary-Louise made her think he would use it to get away. Use it against the niggers and the whores. Run away... "Kill him!" another voice, a white whore, said. The crowd took up the chant. "KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL!" Tears welled up in Mary-Louise's eyes as she saw Patrick grimace in pain and stand over the barely breathing white man, as he touched the wood against the already smashed face of the man on the ground. "KILL HIM!" "SMASH HIM!" Mary-Louise saw the women were the ones doing the shouting now. Each one seeming to be lost in the moment. "KILL!" "KILL!" "KILL!" "KILL!" She closed her eyes as she saw Patrick raising the piece of wood. She saw the look in his swollen eyes and remembered that. It was the same look he had when he fired the shotgun. The same look when they robbed all those places. The same, animal-like look. Mary-Louise jumped as Patrick suddenly brought the length wood down on the other man's head. Sliding back she could still hear the chants and cheers and the dull, wet sounds of the wooden weapon being used. Again and again and again and again and again.... Mary-Louise couldn't take away the look she saw in Patrick's eyes as he did it. It was manic. He was grinning as he'd lifted the length of wood. The man she knew wasn't there. The hands grabbed her from behind. Strong, black hands that smelled of blood. The nigger she'd tricked had found her. His heavy hand was clamped over her mouth. "It's time, bitch!" she heard him whisper in her ear... * They had made her watch. She couldn't get the picture out of her head as what had been Patrick was given an axe and told to `keep going'. Mary-Louise was marched into the barn and felt the knife at her throat as her face was pushed towards the horror in front of her. She couldn't get the smell of the blood out of her nose as each sick THUNCK of the axe did it's job. Even closing her eyes could wipe the picture. "See what they are?" one of the women had told her as Mary-Louise had been carried back to that small room and left there. She wept as she lay on the bed. As the sun rose the door opened and three black men came in. sScreaming she was hog-tied again. This time she was carried out then taken up the other end of the single street town and saw the wooden-built church up ahead. What a joke, she thought. A church. Where was God here? On being taken in she saw the seats and an alter. where the cross should have been there was a smooth, black statue of a man. Except the statue had a dick that extended all the way up the front of the figure. It was a grotesque joke of a figure to Mary-Louise. The closer she came to the figure the more ugly it looked. Despite the weird shine of the stone. It seemed to be reddish as well as black. But she couldn't take her eyes off the dick. The tip was carved to show every detail. At least she would die here. No more hunger. No more of the obscene fornication she had been put through. It was end here. Mary-Louise grunted as she was dumped forwards over the alter. She watched the all coming in. Black and white. Nigger and whore. She wanted to spit at them. To yell at them but no, she wouldn't do that anymore. She would stare them all down as they killed them. The hell with them all. Her left foot was grabbed and pushed to one side then she felt the rope being strung around it. The rope was tightened then the same was done with her right foot, leaving her her bent forward with her legs spread. "JUST KILL ME ALREADY!" she yelled and saw the `congregation' sitting down in silence. "Y'ALL HEARD!" she yelled again. "Y'GONNA KILL ME, THEN DO IT!" The doors to the church were closed and Mary-Louise narrowed her eyes as she looked at the nigger there. He was dressed like the preacher from her home town. That was another god-damn two-face liar. "COME ON!!!" she called to them. The preacher walked slowly up in front of her then turned and walked around the alter. She watched him walking behind her. "What..." she started. "What you gonna do?" "We are here this morning to bless this child..." he began. "Amen..." the crowd called out. "What!" Mary-Louise pulled against the ropes. "God-damn niggers!" "To show her the error of her ways." the preacher continued. "Amen..." She looked at them all with hatred. "GO BURN!" "To bring her into the Black Lord's holy light." "Praise the Black Lord!" Mary-Louise felt a hand on her ass and then felt the fingers tracing their way down between her as cheeks. She knew what they going to do then. "You raping, piece of shit!" she spat as the fingers pushed between her lips there and tried to move away. "To show her the one true way..." "Amen..." The fingers were gone. Mary-Louise stared at them all. Burn in hell, you nigger-loving whores, she thought as she felt the thick, hard of something round and warm finally entering her. Two hands slapped on her she felt him push inside her. "Burn in hell, all o'ya!" she told them as the thrusts began. "BURN IN HELL, ALL O' YA!" He took his time slowly forcing his way inside her. "The one, true seed of life..." the preacher cried out from behind her. "Bastards...." Mary-Louise gasped as she felt her body seem to open up for this black son of a whore. Every thought she had of pushing him back didn't work. As his black dick ploughed deeper into her she felt the pleasure her body was feeling at this nigger who was raping... He was raping her, she told herself. She didn't want this. This was wrong. The ripples of pleasure were starting to spread throughout her lower body. "God-damn bastard..." she gasped as her muscles seemed to clamp around the hot, thick shaft that was now thrusting harder. "Bless this child!" he called out. "Amen!" "BLESS THIS CHILD!" "AMMMM-MEN!" "Uuuuuhhhh...." the joy was building deep inside her. Mary-Louise was moaning. "Almighty Lord!" he continued. "Let this heathen see the light!" She felt her hair being grabbed and felt him pulling her back till her face was looking at the window above the doorway The sun shining through. "Uuuuugggghhhh...." "Let her see the way, the truth and the light!" He was pounding into her, forcing his way into her with a passion. Mary-Lousie was gasping as she felt the juices start between her legs. It made his way easier. "Aaahh..." she gasped, trying to keep her mind focused on the single fact that she didn't want this... It was wrong... "Help her turn from the heathen, white ways!" "PRAISE BE!" So damn wrong... "Let her FEEL the truth FILL her body!" So god-damned wrong, but her whole body felt so good.... "PRAISE THE LORD!" He was driving every bit of his dick deep into her, while pulling her back by her hair. "...uuuuuuu...." she couldn't talk right now and her legs felt like they'd go any second. "Fill her up, Lord!" the preacher called out and slammed himself into her then stayed there. She felt him. Every black inch of hard, thick throbbing dick. This is wrong, she tried telling herself again. They were niggers... Worthless, animal, niggers... She was a white... A decent.... She wasn't a whore... "I can FEEL how much she wants the truth!" he said grinding his hips against her, pushing himself deep into her wet love hole... "Amen!" the congregation replied. "AMEN!" Mary-Louise watched as black and whi... Niggers and whores were enjoying this. The white whores had the nigger's dicks out. In a church, she thought. A couple of women were rubbing themselves against the men next to them. Fornicating, she told herself and felt how wet she was as the big, black shaft deep inside her just stayed there. Throbbing and filling and... She watched as white lips and fingers were going down and closing around those big, black nigger cocks. Whores.... Making those black dicks grow... Worthless, white, heathen whores... She needed to.... What? Mary-Louise felt the pleasure inside her own body as the NIGGER, she yelled in her own mind, as he suddenly pulled back and slammed back into her again. "Uuuugggghhhhh...." Her whole body was shaking as she felt the first real vibration of pleasure start to course through her. As her own body began to betray her, Mary-Louise saw the NIGGERS in the first rows of seats standing up. The WHORES let them move out into the aisle and she watched as the NIGGERS all held their dicks in front of them. As the nigger preacher continued thrust deep into her soft, yielding white body Mary-Louise watched those black dicks approach the front of the church. Approaching her... "Blessed be the heathen for she WILL see the light!" the preacher called out and then cried out. She felt the hot rush of his seed inside her. As he pulled out the next nigger stepped up behind her and slapped his hands on either side of her ass. She looked at the ten black me... The ten bastards who were waiting to take their turn. She tried to remember Patrick but could only see the crazy thing he'd become. Mary-Louise grunted as the dick shoved into her, filling her tight love-hole. The worst thing was how easily her own body was now accepting it. The wetness only making it's entry easier. She heard the grunts coming from behind her that timed with the deep, hard thrusts.... "BURN... IN... Heeee... HHaaa... HHHAAA....." Mary-Louise yelled out weakly as she felt the explosions of pleasure filling her body when the second black man filled her with his seed.... "Let her with the truth!" she heard and saw the preacher walking down the centre of the church as the next row of black men, dicks in hand, joined the waiting queues either side of the altar. "Amen!" they called out from around her. "Amen, bitch!" a third man said from behind her and Mary-Louise felt the hard, thick shaft sliding into her slippery love-hole.... * She looked down at the steaming bowl of stew on the tray she was carrying. A spoon lay in among the mix of meat, vegetables and gavry. She stopped at the door and looked at the black man as he stood up and unlocked it for her. "Thank you." she said simply and walked in as he opened it. The young woman on the bed couldn't have been more that eighteen and sweet looking thing with brown hair that was tied back. She put the tray down on the end of the bed and pulled over a chair, feeling the swollen belly that carried the child inside her. "How long?" the young woman asked. "Till you...?" She smiled and brought the tray closer. "Three months." The young woman took the bowl and started shoving the stew into her mouth by the spoonful. "That's a sign of feeling better." The woman nodded slightly. "I need to know, is my husband dead?" She put on that smile again. "No, he's fine." she lied. He'd cried like a baby last night during the fight. She'd watched him cower in a corner and beg. Just another worthless white man. The preacher had stopped the fight and she'd watched as the white man was dragged away. It would be his time when this pretty young woman was ready. Like it was for her take the knife and show the town she was ready to accept them and take her place among them. "Where?" the young woman asked, putting the now-empty bowl down. "Where is he?" She recognised the tone of concern in the voice. There was love there. But that would change. "You need to rest." she said to the young woman and eased herself onto her feet then took the bowl and spoon from the young woman and picked up the tray. "Please. I need to know." "In good time, you two were out there for a while. And that sun...." she said, looking at the young woman's concerned eyes. That would change as well. Her `husband' was like all the rest. The young woman would soon see the truth, and the light. "What's your name?" the woman asked. "Mary-Louise," she said. "I'm Reba. My man's called Peter." the woman told her. "Pleasure to meet you, Reba" Mary-Louise smiled at the memory of the words `my man'. That seemed so long ago now, she thought and nodded at the young white woman on the bed. "Now you just rest up and get better." she said then left the room. She saw the black man sitting there as young blonde she saw was Anna-Belle and had his dick in her hands and was sucking on the fat, juicy head. Mary-Louise felt so horny as she looked at the act. Holding the tray with one hand she quietly locked the door and handed it to the black man. The child suddenly kicked in her belly and she patted her belly. It was a good strong kick. Strong like a black man, Mary-Louise thought as she headed for the stairs. Before she walked down them she saw the blonde standing up and lifting the thin dress around her hip. She watched her straddling the black man then slowly sinking down his dark, wonderful cock..... THE END.