~Subject: WhtCaptv 07/10  "White Captive"
~From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor)
~Date: Fri, 04 Oct 1996 06:24:13 -0800
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories


at the command of the leader.  Brutal pleasures he would tear from
her at any cost if he were given the slightest of chances.
	"They's gonna be a lotta mad honkies when this things ovah,"
Duke said without enthusiasm as the other negro prepared to leave.
	"That's the point," he smiled.  "If they don't like the black
man, then they won't do a thing to help him.  And, if in a so-
called democracy, the majority doesn't do it, then it doesn't get
done.  That makes the naggers madder and they really blow up."
	Duke winced slightly at the term snigger"  applied by one of
their own kind and it suddenly became clear to Susan that this man
did not consider himself as one with them.  He, and the others he
worked with, had placed themselves in a category aside and did not
identify themselves at all with those they were using as so much
cannon fodder to get their so-called people's revolution under
way.  Civil rights, beginning as a wonderful and legitimate cause
for the rights of man, had fallen to the enemy as a bitter and
uncontested gift of history that would change the direction of man
kind for all time to come.
	"We'll be down to see ya tomorrow, man, to set it oh."  Duke
said, standing at the door and then asked quizzically, "But one
other thing, man, if you got all them guerrilla fighters, how come
ya need us?"
	"It's got to look local," he answered simply and then added
with a half contemptuous smile.  "Re member, it's you people that
are unhappy and causing all this."
	"Yeah, man, you're right," Duke said half under his breath
and closed the door behind him without waiting for him to turn and
leave.
	Susan was glad when she heard the sound of the car engine
leaving the house even though she knew it only brought the time
closer when she would be without a doubt, subjected to more
indignities at the hands of her captors.  But, the well-dressed
negro created a greater and far more terrifying fear in her of the
picture he had suddenly presented of the chaotic and explosive
world she was going to have to live in for a long time to come if
she lived.  Right now, the wanton abuse of her body and senses
seemed like such a trivial thing although she knew when the moment
came again she would react with as much revulsion and horror as
she had before because it was happening to her, here and now, and
was not something of tomorrow.
	"D'ya want something to eat, honey," she heard the negro girl
ask Duke in an obsequious tone.  "I know you're hungry after all
that."
	"Shut up," he answered gruffly, indicating the bitter mood
the meeting with the educated negro had left him in.  "Jist bring
me the whiskey."
	The others remained quiet, knowing full well they dare not
cross their leader at this moment.  They had seen him in moods of
this nature before and knew the violence he was capable of when
aroused as he was now.  He had been humiliated and defeated in
front of them in a contest not of his own choosing and this did
not sit lightly with one of his pride and position.  He was
accustomed to leading and not being led and this world had ended
for him this afternoon.  Ended with a sudden and cruel realization
that now he was one of them, a Shorty, a Stitch, a Coke, with no
more control over his own kind than the new breed chose to allow
him.
	Susan sat and watched him drink, growing more alarmed at his
increasing intoxication as the evening wore on.  The others sat
quietly at the table in the corner playing cards for matches and
talking in low whispering tones that were not audible from across
the dimly lit room.  They too were drinking heavily from another
bottle on their table.  The Negress, Jodie, sat patiently by
Duke's side, periodically filling his empty glass and drinking
along with him.  Stitch tended the fire that filled the almost
silent room with eerie flickering shadows and created an unreal
atmosphere that hung over the tiny shack like death itself.  It
reminded Susan of the silent and thoughtful campfires of the civil
war that she had read about when men knowing they would die
tomorrow in a planned attack busied themselves as best they could.
Some in thought, some in other small ways that kept their mind
from what was ahead on the all too near tomorrow.  She could see
it affected Duke that way and perhaps the others too but they did
not show it except in their silent concentration on the game
before them which she knew belied their real thoughts.  They had
plans for her tonight again.  She could tell by their sudden
muffled chatter and the furtive glances they would then cast her
way as she sat in the chair at Duke's side away from the Negress.
She was grateful for the tall glass of whiskey he had silently
poured her earlier and drank heavily from it, periodically
refilling it as it emptied.  It helped and she knew she could not
have stood the awful waiting and strain until Duke made some kind
of move to indicate what her fate was going to be for the evening.
She knew too that the thought had been on his mind.  If he took
her tonight he would have the wrath of the Negress to deal with,
but if he didn't, he knew he would have to give her to the others.
Her eyes had wandered once to the far corner of the room to the
filthy bed where they had raped and ravished her so long and so
brutally last night and she found herself muttering a silent
prayer that he wouldn't let them do that to her again.  She just
could not stand it, no matter what she had to do.
	"It's gitting late, baby," the Negress suddenly broke the
heavy silence, and touched Duke's arm.  "Let's me and you go git
in the bed."
	Duke remained silent but it brought response from the others.
Coke, obviously selected to be their spokesman, rose and walked
over behind Susan's chair.  He placed a hand on her trembling
shoulder and spoke haltingly to the leader.
	"Man, you got Jodie tonight, ain't no reason we cain't have
the honky again, is there?"
	Duke looked up at him and for the first time since the
meeting had ended several hours earlier smiled.
	"Yeah, man, theah's a reason," he said drunkenly.  "She's
sleepin' in my pad tonight."
	Susan's heart skipped a beat and a sudden strange feeling of
relief ran through her shaking body.  It wasn't much, but at least
she wouldn't be raped by all three of the others tonight.  It was
a shallow victory but one that under the circumstances was an
important one.
	"Baby," the Negress on the other side of him pleaded in
disbelief.  "You cain't mean that.  That's a honky bitch and we've
all swore we'd kill 'em ail."
	"Shut up," he said angrily without looking at her.  "When I
say the word, don't you or no body question it."
	"But, baby," she whimpered next to him.  "We bin together a
long time and done a lot."
	"Shut up, I said," Duke snarled and slapped her hard across
the face.  "Ya heard my decision."
	The Negress sat with a stunned expression for a moment, hurt
registering in her eyes and then ... without the slightest warning
... leaped panther-like across the table knocking the surprised
Susan to the rough pine board floor with a crash.  Her hands
tangled wildly in her hair pulling savagely at it as though her
very life depended on it.  Susan tried to fight back but it was
hopeless.  The girl in her insane jealousy possessed the strength
of a demon and scratched and bit at the shrieking white girl until
Susan thought it would never end.  It seemed an eternity but was
only an instant until the shouting Duke wrenched the half crazed
Negress from her and threw her brutally across the room.  She
landed with a dull thud against the wall and lay sobbing out her
misery in a piteous heap on the floor as the enraged Duke stood
protectively over the trembling body of Susan ten feet away.
	He glared over at the limp and quivering form of the Negress
as though contemplating the worst of all possible punishments and
then snarled to the others so that the sobbing Jodie could hear:
	"You guys got 'er tonight," he said venomously, and then
added, "Stitch, you first."
	The light skinned Negress' head raised from the floor, tears
streaming down her face in utter disbelief.  Her mouth gaped open
in pain from the blow she had received when she hit the wall and
she tried to speak but could only manage a piteous moan.
	"B-baby, n-no, please not him, please."
	But the combination of the frustration and humiliation Duke
had gone through and the rebellion against his authority by her
vicious attack on the white girl dulled his sense of mercy and he
shouted at the disbelieving Stitch again.
	"Fuck 'er you stupid son-uf-a-bitch, she's all yours."
	There was no need for a second invitation.  The imbecilic
negro, spittle running from the corner of his mouth, covered the
short distance between him and the prostrate girl with a single
leap across the floor and landed heavily on her stomach, crushing
the breath from her with a loud "ooomph."  She tried to twist
beneath him to escape but the suddenness and intensity of the
attack was too much for the stunned Jodie and she lay writhing and
twisting beneath his already humping body without the slightest
chance of escape.  Too much had been built up in his frustrated
mind to lose the prize that was prostrate and helpless beneath him
now.  He t had missed the white girl when all the others had | had
her and he had to be satisfied with masturbating over her ravished
and beaten body.  But now it was different, now he had something
that he could vent his long smoldering lust upon.  Something that
he had always thought untouchable, and that thought incited his
vicious attack all the more.  It was the leader's girl, the one
who had always Worded it over him and teased him in his idiotic
ignorance and driven him half insane with her promised touches to
his arm or a secret smile that she had given, safe in the
knowledge that he would never dare touch her as long as she was
Duke's girl.
	But now, now it had changed.  She was a Sheik's favorite
suddenly thrown in anger to the camel drivers whom she had teased
and tormented from afar for so long.
	Susan watched in terror from the position in which she had
fallen from the attack a few moments before.  She wanted to cry
out and help the girl but could not.  It had all happened so
suddenly and without warning that she was not really certain what
was going on around her.  Her mind would not work and she lay
frozen, eyes agape at the terrible spectacle transpiring before
her horror-stricken face.
	The half-crazed Stitch, eyes bulging from uncontrolled animal
lust, pulled the Negress' half resisting body up to him and
slammed his large thick rubbery lips on hers.  It was savage and
brutal and the tan skinned girl slipped away with the strength of
a sudden burst of fear.  He slapped her then, his face hard and
vicious.  The blow landed across her mouth with such force that
she fell back to the floor her head hitting with a loud thud that
resounded across the room like a cannon shot.  Susan thought
surely she must be unconscious, but the still struggling girl even
then slipped from his grasp and was half-way to her knees before
he caught her.
	His second blow landed at the side of her head and was with
his full balled fist.  Her head jolted to the side crazily and she
managed a half intelligible plea from between loose half-conscious
lips.
	"Duke, baby, don't let 'em, don't let 'em do it to me."
	Susan looked to him, a silent plea for the Negress in her own
eyes but it was useless.  She had picked the wrong time to
question him and her punishment was final.  He would not have
interfered now even if he had wanted to, it was their law and
could not be changed.
	Stitch hit her again as the others watched gleefully from the
distance of the other side of the room.  They knew their turn
would come soon with the luscious, haughty bitch who had lived
under Duke's protection for so long and they would take their full
measure of revenge like so many jackals feasting upon the remains
of a once proud but wounded lioness.
	Her body was half limp now and Susan watched in stunned
horror as the crazed Stitch, frothing at the mouth from his
passion began brutally tearing at her clothes.  The half
insensible girl did not stand a chance as her blouse and bra were
brutally ripped from her still struggling body.  Her full tan
breasts fell free from the tight restricting binding and quivered
nakedly in the air.  She tried to rise but he smashed her back to
the floor again, hooking his fingers in the top of her tight
fitting slacks and ripping them down over her wildly thrashing
ankles to the floor.  Another vicious blow to the face stilled her
for a moment and his hands tore the last of her protective
clothing, her white nylon panties, from her with a body with a
sadistic jerk.  She was completely naked now and helpless before
the brutal attack and lay almost lifeless beneath the jet black
negro, her tan skin contrasting obscenely in the dim flickering
light of the fire.
	There was no resistance left but the pent-up passion of the
dim-witted negro roared on.  He rolled her to her stomach flat on
the floor and muttering vague and unintelligible obscenities
kneaded and tore at the soft yielding flesh of her buttocks, her
back, and her thighs, with an insane intensity that brought tears
to Susan's gaping eyes.
	And then, with a savage jerk of her shoulder, he rolled her
over again on her back and forced her legs brutally apart.  He
kneeled up for a moment between her full coffee colored thighs,
dropping his pants to his knees with a quick movement of his hand,
and then fell forward crushing her tan body with an animal-like
grunt hard down into the floor.
	Their feet were facing Susan not more than three feet away
and her eyes were centered on the wide split crevice of the
helpless girl's vagina, the smooth pink flesh of the stretched
opening presenting a quivering and unimpeded target of soft
wetness in a sparse forest of jet black pubic hair.  Her buttocks
were smashed flat to the rough pine-board floor beneath, with his
monstrous thick black cock insinuated down between the crevice
that split the smooth, full rounded moons.  The large oversized,
bulbous head touched the floor beneath and Susan was close enough
that she could see it was wet and sticky where his seminal fluid
had seeped out the narrow opening at the tip in his wild
excitement of the rape of the untouchable beauty that had been
thrown to him so unexpectedly a few short seconds ago.
	He wasted no time with preliminaries and the horrified white
girl lying prostrate at the couples feet gasped as she saw the
muscles of his ebony buttocks tighten as they lifted high in the
air over the up-turned loins of the moaning and pleading Negress.
It poised at the wet wide stretched opening of her visibly
palpitating cunt for what seemed an eternity, and then jerked
forward brutally to disappear between the soft, fleshy, down
covered folds between her legs with a wet slithering rush that
brought a long painful scream from the spread-eagle girl.
	"Aaaaaaaaaaghhhhh!"
	A chill ran the full length of Susan's spine causing her body
to jerk spasmodically on the floor where she had not moved since
the Negress had smashed her there in her jealous rage a century
ago.  Her mouth gaped open and her eyes widened, half in revulsion
and half in a sudden obscene memory that flooded through her mind
without warning.  She was standing at the door of her mother's
bedroom again and peering in at the horrible lewd spectacle of her
fiancee's father spearing into her own shameless mother's hungry
nibbling vagina, except this time the broad thick penis pistoning
into the wide-spread loins before her eyes was jet black and the
buttocks jiggling beneath its vicious attack were young, firm, and
tan.  But the setting was the same, only this time she was closer
and could see with all too vivid clarity the giant cock sink to
the hilt and disappear into the pink slit between the cruelly
spread thighs, until only a tiny little stretch of it was still
visible, black and moistly glistening beneath the huge black balls
that dangled sperm-filled and bloated down from the crevice of the
negro's ass.
	Susan was too horrified to make a sound but moaned beneath
her breath as the imbecilic Stitch lay still, soaking the full
length of his giant throbbing cock inside the moist softness of
the girl's quivering belly for a few tortuous seconds, and then
with a deep throated groan born of animal lust began to fuck her
savagely with long hard strokes that carried the full monstrous
length of his prick.  The helplessly impaled mulatto girl groaned
and writhed painfully beneath the driving force of the negro's
pounding body as he reached down her legs under her knees and
pulled up viciously, bending her thighs all the way back to her
shoulders to give him greater access to the open wet entrance of
her cunt.  Jodie choked and sputtered beneath him in agony and the
sudden humiliation of being thrown to the gang idiot like this to
be used and raped as his dim-witted mind dictated.
	A moment ago, she had been a proud and untouchable queen, the
girl of the ghetto leader, but now she was just another piece of
female flesh that would from now on be passed among them to be
fucked and used as each of them in turn would so desire and when
they would desire.  Her humiliation knew no bounds and she grunted
and moaned beneath her wildly pumping attacker as though the world
had suddenly ended.
	"Duke, baby, noooooo, make him stop.  God, make him stop!"
	Her face was contorted in pained disbelief at her sudden fall
into the depths of gang whoredom from which she could never
return.  Her long black silky hair flailed from side to side on
the rough dirty floor, tiny mewling pleas for mercy and relief
from the pain and humiliation rolling from her tortured lips.  But
Duke ignored her and sat silent.  He had spoken and there was no
more to be said.	;
	"Ohhhh God, Duke, Duke, stop him, stop him," she moaned on as
the black glistening body between her legs began to fuck into her
with greater and greater desperation.
	"Shut up," Duke finally snarled dowel at her twisting and
struggling form.  "Let 'em fuck ya "
	"Nooooo, noooo," she screamed, hearing his words above the
wildly panting mouth at her ear.  "Not this idiot, not this
idiot."
	But her pleas and shouts were suddenly cut brutally short by
a hand smashing across her face as Stitch heard through his
inflamed passion the insults leaping from her lips.  He crushed
this thick rubbery mouth tight down over hers drowning out with a
wet slobbering finality the further screams building in her
throat.  He dug his fingers cruelly and hard into the firm large
mounds of her breasts and Susan thought surely he was going to
kill the girl from the back breaking position into which he was
forcing her with greater and greater strength.
	She was bent nearly double now, with her knees scraping
painfully into the roughness of the floor back over shoulders.
His long thick cock pistoned like a log into the ever expanding
softness of her cunt and Susan could hear the harsh slap of his
sperm inflated balls beating a lewd and orgasm building rhythm
against the tight tiny anus nestled in the crevice below her
filled and battered vagina.  She tried to close the sound from her
ears but it would not go.  She tried to close her eyes and shut
off the sight of the horrible ravishment taking place so close in
front of her but they flickered open [ again involuntarily
hypnotized by the bestial assault.
	The demented negro began to go wild now with passion and
sadistic delight at the same time.  He b twisted and turned her
body beneath him like a limp rag-doll as he fucked into her with
ever increasing speed and vigor, smashing the softness of her
naked and open body hard down into the rough dirty boards of the
Boor until Susan thought he would drive her completely through it.
His hands pinched and pulled at her as she twisted and squirmed to
escape the pain.  His face above her was contorted into a wild
mask of sadistic lust as his cock battered into her machine gun
like, expanding and growing to ever horrifying proportions before
the bulging eyes of the cringing white girl peering up between his
legs at the rigid column of wet, pistoning black flesh.
	Susan held her breath and gasped as she watched the tiny
folds of pink flesh of the squirming Jodie's vagina withdrawing
and sinking wetly back inside again -with each brutal thrust the
crazed negro made into her.
	And then, her heart suddenly stopped, as she heard a low
animal-like groan suddenly erupt from deep in the throat of the
pumping Stitch and his rigid black pole of flesh skewing madly
into the helpless girl beneath him began throbbing out its lewd
hot liquid deep inside her quivering cunt.
	Susan could see it jerking forward and tunnel its way as deep
inside the moaning and pleading Jodie as it could go to plant its
sperm deep, deep up inside her.  She could see the obscene white
liquid of his pent-up passion bubbling up and overflowing out
around his tightly sheathed cock and down the wide-spread crevice
of Jodie's buttocks.
	Her legs kicked out helplessly in the air on either side of
him and fell limply to the floor.  It was over and there was no
more reason to resist.  It had been done and nothing could take it
back.  The exhausted Stitch lay collapsed heavily for a moment
	I across her unresisting body, soaking his slowly deflating
penis in the liquid depths of her cunt that he had filled
completely a moment before.  And then he slowly rose to his feet,
pulling his pants up and buckling them as he did.  His eyes were
still locked on the tan goddess lying limply on the floor and they
reflected the disbelief that still lingered that such a prize had
been thrown to him so quickly and without warning.  One moment she
had been untouchable, and the next she was lying beneath his
pounding hips with her legs split wide apart like any other piece
of tail he had ever had, except infinitely better.
	Jodie lay exactly as he had left her.  Not caring about a
thing.  Her world had been destroyed in that sudden rush of
decision by Duke to throw her to the others.  Nothing mattered
anymore and she lay with her legs wide apart and the raw pink
crevice between her thighs open and her body naked to the eyes of
all surrounding her in the dim light of the room.  Susan could see
the contempt on Duke's face as he calmly watched the battered and
used body of the girl he had protected and called his own until a
few moments before.  There was no compassion in his eyes now and
Susan sensed that tonight he was destroying all that he was
leaving behind before he began the horrible holocaust that would
result from his actions tomorrow in the ghetto.  He had changed in
the last hours since the meeting with the well educated and smooth
talking negro who had made him look such a fool in the eyes of his
own companions and Susan found her self no longer able to judge
him as she had before.  She knew he was going to demand things
from her and she had prepared herself for that knowing that she
had no choice other than to submit again to the others as she had
last night.  But now, now she was frightened more of him in the
state of mind he was in at this moment.  There was no telling what
he would do to her in his sudden anger with the world.
	There was a groan from the floor.
	The naked tan body had moved and seemed to come back to life.
Her head was raised from the floor and she was looking at the
drunken Duke sitting in his chair at the table with hate filled
eyes.  Her mouth was contorted in an animalistic snarl that reeked
of cold contempt.
	"You weak-livered son-of-bitch," she spat up at him in her
anguish.  "You want that honky, you take that honky.  But I'm
gonna get her.  I'm gonna make her pay like she ain't never paid
before."
	She lay for a second longer staling coldly through the
distance that separated them and then slowly lifted herself from
the floor.  It was then that Susan could see how beautifully built
the girl really was.  It was a strong animal kind of body whose
tight muscles rippled faintly under the thin tan skin that those
of her kind always have and yet did not destroy the illusion of a
perfect and soft femininity that appeared as though it would break
if touched too hard.  She was lithe and strong like a cat and had
full ripe breasts that protruded out from her chest like two ripe
succulent cantaloupes.  Her waist was narrow and flowered out
below to full boned hips that coupled with the firm, full
roundness of her well formed thighs presented the most delectable
picture of animal sensuality that Susan had ever seen.  Her black
flashing eyes added to the mysterious beauty she possessed but
their hatred and the horrible threats spewing from her venom-
filled mouth sent a cold chill of foreboding		| rippling
through Susan's body.  She knew the girl in	q her wild
uncontrolled anger would go to any	g lengths to take her revenge
on her if she got the slightest opportunity and her sole chance of
survive	l al revolved back to Duke again.  She had to stick to
him at all costs now as her very life would be in danger if the
fallen and humiliated Negress ever got her under her control for
even a second.
	Involuntarily she found her hand snaking across the floor by
her side and closing over the sitting Duke's ankle.  Her fingers
closed around it in a silent prayer for protection from the hate-
filled eyes of the dethroned Negress glaring at her.  There was no
one else to turn to, she had to hang on to him no matter what kind
of humiliation and degradation she would be exposed to.  He was
the only one with the strength and power to save her now.
	Duke smiled to himself through the haze of the alcohol as he
felt the sudden pressure against the sides of his ankle.  He knew
instinctively what it took to bring a girl to her knees whether
they were white or black.  They were all the same and give them a
little competition mixed with fear and they would come around.  He
had done this before between girls of his own kind and it had
never failed.  The anger of the one losing favor with the leader
always drove the other into a dependency on him that she could not
control.
	And now it had worked again.
	The little white bitch was groveling at his feet out of sheer
terror of what would happen to her if he let the vanquished
Negress get at her.  He would enjoy her tonight.  Yes, he would
take all she had to give and then some.  After all, she was one of
them who put him in the position he was in today.  She was a honky
and he kept telling himself he shouldn't forget that in spite of
the softness he felt toward her.  She was the enemy against which
he would be going to war tomorrow and he couldn't let emotion
interfere.  But, even as the thoughts ran through his mind, he
knew emotion would enter into it.  She evoked a certain gentleness
in him that he had never really felt before and he couldn't quite
understand it.  There had never been room in his life for this
kind of weakness and he found it disconcerting to him.  It had
almost torn him apart last night when he had lain in the bed in
the other room and listened to her piteous cries and squeals as
his companions had fucked her until she couldn't walk but he had
dared not interfere.  He had lost her for that night in a game of
his own choosing and the tight knit honor code that bound him and
the others together would not permit him to refuse the stakes he
had lost.  But, he would not make that mistake again.  She was his
now for as long as he could keep her here.  Jodie could keep the
others happy for awhile and he would not have to worry about them.
He was certain they had been looking forward to it for a long time
the way she had teased them and all.  They would be happy to
really put it to her for a change.  He knew they wouldn't be easy
on her but it didn't really matter now.  Nothing mattered anymore
with what he had to do tomorrow.  He was starting a war that would
not end for years to come and was certain to lead to the total
destruction of his people.  The honkies weren't going to stand by
and see Chicago, New York, and all the other big cities burned to
the ground without getting mad and killing somebody.  And ... the
thing that angered him most was the smooth talking bastard who had
planned out the whole thing would be off safe in Detroit or
somewhere where the action wasn't taking place.  It was the people
like himself that were going to die.  Those that were too stupid
to do anything else but be down where all the fire was going to
be.  He felt as though he were being used as he had never been
used before in his life and also knew there wasn't a damn thing he
could do about it.  A guy had to know about laws and going down to
Cuba and places like that to get money and how to make speeches to
get people angry so they would fight and die for something they
were going to get anyway if they just waited a little while
longer.  He could do none of these things and he knew it.  He
could set up a heist on a corner grocery store or a parked beer
truck and he could use a shive like no one else, but, that was all
he could do.  His usefulness in this new world had almost ended.
Tomorrow would be his final act and he would be doing the only
thing he knew how to do well.
	His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the tightening of
the white girl's hand around his ankle on the floor.  He looked up
and could see the snarling face of the half crouched Jodie glaring
through the distance over at her.  She was ready to spring again
at the cringing Susan though her legs were wobbly and the strength
was almost gone from her body from the vicious screw she had just
been given by the demented Stitch.
	Duke spoke quickly.
	"Git 'er, Shorty, fast," he commanded.
	There was no hesitation and Shorty's body hurtled
instantaneously across the room, intercepting the angered Negress
before she left her feet.  They landed in an entangled heap in the
center of the room with a loud crash.  There was another "Oooomph"
from the pain-wracked lips of Jodie as Shorty's full weight came
dowel directly on top of her naked body.  She jerked for a moment
beneath him and then lay limp, totally devoid of all strength and
power to resist.
	He sat up on top of her, an expectant grin playing lewdly
across his fat thick lips.  He too had waited a long time until
Duke tired of this haughty little bitch and threw her open to the
others.  She had swished her teasing little ass around too much
showing them what she had and knowing full well she wouldn't have
to pass it around.  Well, by God, now she'd get hers.  He had
often thought of those tight little well formed tan lips closing
over the head of his long black cock and what a picture it would
make.
	Well, now he was going to see.  He was going to make her suck
him until she made him cum like a bull in that proud little mouth
that had been too good for him and the others while Duke was
protecting her.  He felt a sudden jerk beneath his pants as he
visualized her swallowing his hot warm load as he spewed it all
the way down her throat.  He reached down and ran his hands
greedily over her neck, feeling the smooth tight hollows giving
before the slight pressure he exerted.  He circled his thumbs up
over the full sensuous lips and pushed them gently apart to see
the pink moist flesh of her tongue that would soon be circling
around the hardness of his throbbing black penis like that of a
coiling cobra.
	Susan could see his eyes burning in a lewd reflection of lust
that again made her body tremble for the safety of the poor girl
trapped beneath the weight of his thighs.  She knew she should be
grateful for the attack she had just been saved from but her mind
would just not accept the horrible and crude thought of what was
about to happen to the negro girl again.  Her civilized training
repelled the thought even though she was an avowed enemy that
would have no more mercy upon her than a hungry she-wolf if she
ever got her under her control.
	"Now, baby," she heard Shorty chuckle evilly down into the
prostrate Jodie's face.  "You and me gonna play games like you
ain't nevah played before."
	The limp body of the Negress shuddered even as she lay limp
beneath him.  There was a certain horrified acceptance in her face
because she knew there was no hope whatever of escape from the
hopeless position she was in.  Besides she had already been