~Subject: WhtCaptv 10/10  "White Captive"
~From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor)
~Date: Fri, 04 Oct 1996 06:25:13 -0800
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories


bottom of Susan's foot.
	She jumped and screamed against her bonds trying to escape
the horrible, excruciating pain.  The smell of burned flesh filled
the room.
	"D-D-Duke says to leave 'er a-alone," the wide-eyed Stitch,
who had come running at the sound of the scream, protested from
the door.
	The Negress looked back at him contemptuously and reaching
forward with both hands ripped the remnants of Susan's tattered
dress from her.  Her large, firm breasts fell free into the air
and Susan could see the idiot's eyes suddenly bulge at the
voluptuous sight of the naked white body bound helplessly to the
wall.
	"Ya like that, Stitch, wanna try some of it, huh?" The
Negress taunted him as he stood in the doorway shaking from the
sudden lustful picture of Susan cowering down in the corner away
from the fiery Negress.
	"Show 'im what'cha got, honky baby, open them legs wide," the
ecstatic Jodie commanded to her.
	Susan did not move but she suddenly jerked again as the
brightly burning tip of the cigarette was pressed hard into her
arm.
	"Aaaaaaaagggghhhh!" she screamed and whimpered against the
torturous, searing sensation that seemed to cut all the way to the
bone.
	"When I says move, honky, you move," she heard hissed at her
through her pain-deadened mind.
	Susan's legs went limp and she let her thighs fall slightly
apart from their own weight.  She could feel the Negress reaching
down and grasping her ankles and pulling her as far out of the
corner as she could get her with her hands still bound to the
walls.  Her buttocks scraped painfully across the rough floor and
she moaned in protest but it was not heard.
	"Now open 'em, baby, I want Stitch to see how nice and tight
a real white pussy looks."
	Reluctantly, with tears of shame and fear coursing down her
reddened cheeks, Susan spread them a few inches.
	"More, honky, more, Stitch can't see it, can ya, Stitch," she
teased at him as his eyes grew wider and small beads of sweat
began to form on his forehead.
	Susan following her commands like a robot, spread her thighs
wider but the Negress, losing patience grabbed her at the ankles
and jerked them hard apart.  The poor girl sobbed again from the
pain and humiliation, feeling the raw, pink flesh of her vagina
stretched and open from the outward pressure against her legs.
She was totally exposed to the trembling negro's gaze as his eyes
locked in lustful desire at the tiny tight opening nestling in the
sparse, soft field of blond cuntal hair between her legs.
	"Wouldn't you like to sink that big black cock of yours right
up in that tight lil pussy, Stitch, baby? Man, it'd feel like hot
warm bacon grease slippin' around it."
	Cowering in the corner, Susan had never felt more naked and
frightened in her life.  She was at the mercy of a mad-woman and a
half-crazed idiot both at the same time and there was nothing that
could be done about it.  Her flesh still stung from where the
Negress had pressed the burning cigarette into her and she could
not go through the horrible pain of that again.  She would gladly
die rather than go through this humiliation but she knew they
would not kill her, not right away, anyway.  The hate-filled Jodie
was enjoying her sadistic revenge too much to listen to any kind
of pleas for mercy, in fact she probably would enjoy it a hundred
times more if she could get her to beg.  There was no hope at all
now for anything and she didn't try to stop the hopeless tears of
humiliation and fright that were streaming down her cheeks.
	She jumped suddenly as she felt a pressure between her legs.
The Negress had knelt down beside her and had brushed her hand
against the tender flesh surrounding her vagina.
	"She'd like you bettah than Duke, Stitch.  Look at that how
she jumps when she thinks 'bout you crawlin' on top of her and
fuckin' her with that big thing of yours."  and she thrust a
finger hard into the moist opening of Susan's spread vagina,
bringing another helpless twist of her body and a groan from her
tortured lips.
	"See, Stitch, see," the delighted negro girl cackled.  "She
loves ya."
	"Y-Y-Yeah," the demented Stitch sputtered and Susan's eyes
sprung open wide in fright as she suddenly looked up and saw him
advancing across the floor with a lust-crazed look on his face and
a great bulge in his pants.
	"I-I-I'll f-fuck 'er," he mouthed wetly, not taking his eyes
from between her legs where the grinning Jodie had expertly
insinuated her fingers and was methodically massaging them around
and around to widen the passage.
	"Git 'er on the bed, man," the Negress suddenly said,
withdrawing her fingers wetly from Susan's cunt.  She rose and
taking a knife from under her blouse, slashed the bonds holding
her to the wall, and lifted her by one arm to a standing position.
"Now jist lay down there, baby, and ole Stitch's gonna give ya the
best fuckin' ya ever had in your whole life.  Jist like he did me
last night," she added with a bitter sneer.
	Susan hesitated and through the slit of her half opened eyes
she suddenly saw the fiery glow of the cigarette pressing toward
her firm, fear-throbbing breast.  She leaped away from it and
twisted half-crazily toward the bed.  She could not stand it
again, not the burning pain that had driven her half wild a few
moments before.  She would do anything, anything.
	She landed face down on the bed where Duke had screwed her
last night and lay quivering in fear and humiliation.
	Oh God, would this horrible nightmare never end, ran helter
skelter through her fevered thoughts.  She'd rather die, rather
die.  But not tile pain again, she couldn't stand it.  She would
do anything!
	She heard Stitch's clothes dropping hurriedly from his body
as she remembered hearing Duke's last night and suddenly found
herself wishing it were him again.  At least, he had been human
and gentle about it and for some strange unknown reason she had
responded.  It was animal-like, but still it had been a response.
Now there was nothing but the shame and humiliation of lying here
on this filthy, awful bed while the idiot Stitch finally got his
way with her and the venomous Jodie egged him on to heap greater
and greater indignities upon her helpless body.
	She jerked as she suddenly felt hands on her buttocks behind.
It was Jodie and she was drawing them slowly apart.  Susan could
not see her eyes but imagined them as burning and glistening like
coal even in the light coming in through the window.  She had
wanted her revenge and she was getting it, getting it a thousand-
fold.
	"Look at it, Stitch, you kin fuck her here.  She'll like it.
It's a tight little asshole," Jodie crooned on, building the
imbecile's passion to a point where she knew when it burst, it
would burst into a sadistic and crazed violence just as she had
been subjected to last night.  She wanted to see this little white
bitch get hers just like she had, only a hundred times more and
before the day was over she would wish she were dead‹if she
weren't.
	Susan felt the hands move away and they were replaced
suddenly by wild slivering lips coursing all around her smooth,
oval buttocks.  He was biting into them without control, bringing
tiny gasps of pain from her as she screwed her pelvis down into
the mattress to try and escape.  He pulled them apart with his
thumbs and she could feel his long thick tongue snaking down and
licking into the hot, slightly sweating crevice.  He pulled and
stretched at her asshole and she could feel the strain on the
tight rubbery ring around it.  It hurt and she felt lewd and
obscene and her whole soul not just her body, felt naked and
exposed to all the world as the crazed black form hovered over her
buttocks behind and slobberingly plundered at the tiny brown
puckered hole.  But she didn't care now.  Nothing was important
anymore as long as she escaped the burning torture of the
cigarette she could still smell burning behind her somewhere in
the room as the vengeful Jodie stood and watched the whole obscene
spectacle with hate-filled eyes glowing in savage satisfaction.
	There was a pressure against her ankles and she did not
resist as she felt her legs pulled open wide until the tips of her
toes were hanging down on either side of the wide double bed.  The
negroes finger poked at her asshole and she jerked automatically
from the sudden pain.
	"Relax," the Negress hissed at her from by the side of the
bed and lowered another burning cigarette before the girl's face.
"Open your ass."
	Susan gasped and pleaded silently for a second and then
relaxed to be used as the slavering negro crouching behind her
desired.  She sucked in her breath as he dug at her anus again
with his middle finger, insinuating it slowly and methodically
into the depths of her rectum.  She moaned and pressed her face
tight into the mattress as she felt him slip it in harshly up to
the first knuckle and begin to move it around sadistically in her
tight contracting asshole.  He dug his finger deeper and she cried
out but the scream died in her throat as she saw the burning tip
of the cigarette again before her eyes.
	The crazed Stitch's finger had impaled her deeper and he
began to grind it around down into her tightly constricted anal
passage with a greater force now.  She began to jerk her buttocks
involuntarily to escape the cruel probing but her quivers only
drove it deeper and deeper into her.
	"Go on, Stitch," the impatient Negress standing by the bed
goaded, "Fuck her in the ass."
	The negro slipped his finger from her rectum with a wet
sucking noise and clasped his broad thick rod in his hand.  He had
never felt so excited in his life and his body shook as he looked
down on the helpless white girl stretched beneath him, so
vulnerable and open.  He had waited a long time to get his turn at
her while all the others had had theirs.  Now it was his turn and
his eyes shone frenzied and wild as he gently pulled at his huge
black cock, bigger than any of the others by far, and he stroked
to bring it to its full power.  He wanted to go as deep in her as
he could and show her he was just as good as Duke.  He had heard
her moaning and groaning under Duke last night as he had listened
from the other room and knew he could make her like it too just as
Duke had done.
	He half lowered himself, half fell, down onto her back and
she could feel his hands fumbling between them and pulling the
cheeks of her ass wide apart.  He lifted his ass in the air and
she could feel the tip of his cock probing against her for several
seconds, trying to find the tight puckered hole.
	And suddenly he did.
	He pushed forward and she felt a slight pop at her anus‹and
then‹then a sudden spasm of pain so unbearable that she twisted
and screamed, again and again, trying with all her strength to get
away.  Her buttocks were moving like a live animal thrashing about
to escape but her jerks only helped to drive his huge black penis
deeper and deeper inside her.
	She could feel the pressure of the demented negro's body
pressing down on her with a pulverizing strength, pushing her down
into the bed, punishing the lovely white ass that waved back at
his eyes.  She bucked back up at him, trying to throw him off but
as she bucked up, he rammed down and imbedded his thick, rock-hard
cock all the way to the hilt in the soft flaccid tunnel of her
ass.
	"Aaaahhhggggg, God," she grunted in pain and continued her
hopeless thrashing beneath him.  She no longer felt human as the
huge black cock ripped far up into her rectum, pushing against the
bottom of her belly inside.  She felt as though she were split
open by a knife and her insides were torn and ripped as they had
never been before.  The pain was unbearable and she fought in wild
desperation for a full minute longer against the brutal fleshy
pole sunk in her backside and then with a final groan of hopeless
surrender her strength failed.  She collapsed in a limp mass of
flesh beneath the body of the negro who had her pinned to the bed
like a butterfly in an insect collection.
	The sadistic Jodie bent down beside her on the bed and hissed
in her ear.
	"Like it in the ass, honky."
	And that made it a million times worse, to know that she was
watching it all and enjoying Susan's crude and inhuman humiliation
at the hands of the half-wit.  Her crackling laughter reverberated
through the room like the voice of doom itself, urging the panting
Stitch, who lay with his cock throbbing inside her, to rip her
apart.
	"How would Duke like that now, baby?  Watchin' his little
white honky gittin' fucked in the asshole."  Her words of mockery
and insult droned on until suddenly the pain in Susan's rectum
from the giant entry began to ease a little.  She still felt
ripped and stretched there but the time he had lain on her not
moving had given her anus time to gradually adjust to the
unnatural invasion and her mind to clear a little.  The jungle
instinct of survival that lies buried deep in the mind of every
human being as a throw back to that time eons ago when they too
crawled upon the earth on their bellies began to reverberate
through her brain.
	Two could play the game the vicious Negress was playing by
appealing to the animal instincts of the half-witted Stitch.  She
too could do it.  He was her only hope now to protect her from the
horrible death or mutilation that was certain to follow her
ravishment now.  She had to get him on her side at any and all
costs or her fate was sealed.  And ... there was only one way to
do that.
	Stitch suddenly groaned as he felt the white girls' anal
muscles tighten around his long thick length buried inside her.
His cock throbbed harder and he couldn't believe his senses when
her buttocks began a slow methodical, but hardly perceptible
rotation beneath him.  He flexed his penis deep up her rectum in
an answering signal to convince his skeptical and unbelieving mind
that she was responding to him.  He gasped as he felt it, felt her
throb and tighten around like a warm fitting glove.  His joy knew
no bounds.  He had conquered her and suddenly gasping and moaning
in a new found delight, he jerked her almost weightless body up to
its knees without losing the connection and began to saw
rhythmically and deep far down into the velvety confines of her
anus.  He watched with disbelieving jubilance as the pinkish round
skin of her puckered little asshole draw back with the long black
shaft, clasping to it as though it did not want to let it go.
	Susan knelt before him and prayed, prayed that her revulsion
and humiliation would not betray her to him and that she could
hold out long enough to convince him he had really conquered her
will.  Kneeling before him she began to undulate her buttocks in
small tiny circles, waving the white full rounded cheeks back at
him lasciviously like a red flag before a bull.  And strangely,
the tiny bit of whore in every woman suddenly broke forth into a
tingle of masochistic excitement.  She wasn't working for money
but for her life, but it was all the same and she did not fight
it.  She wanted to enjoy it, she had to enjoy it, or he would know
she was using him.  There was still pain but it was strangely
pleasurable and she found herself thrusting and squirming back to
meet the obscene impalement and he jerked forward into her.
	"Man, that honky likes it, Stitch," the ecstatic Jodie
crooned from the side of the bed as she too mistook Susan's sudden
gyrations as a sign of total and complete surrender to the
sodomizing she was receiving from the huge ebony cools.
	Behind her the impassioned and delighted Stitch groaned each
time he surged up into her and she too was moaning beneath him and
twisting and waving the whiteness of her ass back at him in a lewd
invitation to fuck into her harder and deeper.  Her face was
turned to the side on the bed and he could see her teeth bared
back in ecstatic delight, her tongue flicking out wetly in time to
the increasing power of his long, smooth strokes into her that
carried the full length of his long plunging rod of flesh.  Her
long, blond hair flowed out over the bed and periodically whirled
in the air before his eyes as with a sudden or particularly hard
thrust she would grunt and flail her head to the other side.
	God, he had her.
	She was his now to do as he liked for as long as he liked and
even as he rammed into her now, weird pornographic pictures of the
things he would do with her voluptuous white body later, filtered
through his dim-witted mind and increased his pleasure that much
more.
	"Oooooh, oooooh," she moaned and grunted beneath him and he
pressed forward as far as he could, pulling the soft cheeks of her
ass wide apart to allow him to go deeper, and just holding it
there.  His cock was buried to the hilt up her painfully expanded
rectum and he suddenly gasped again.  Her hand had reached down
under her body and was gently cradling his balls, scraping her
nails over them in a maddening, teasing motion that brought saliva
running from the edges of his mouth.
	"Oh yes, darling, fuck it like that," she crooned through her
tightly clenched lips as he gorged into her buttocks as hard as he
could and rotated the giant blood-filled head deep around in her
asshole.
	Susan could almost feel herself splitting open from the power
and pressure he was exerting deep down inside her but she gritted
her teeth tight and did all the things she knew he would want her
to do.  She mouthed obscenities back at him and pleaded with him
to do things to her with words like cunt, fuck, and shit.  And all
the time she thrust back against him, hiding her shame and
humiliation in her grim determination to convince him she wanted
it more than anything else in the world.
	And she had.
	Behind her, the still elated Stitch began to throb and ache
in his balls where her fingers coursed over them.  He knew he was
close to cumming and he wanted it to be good.  This little white
bitch was his now and he had waited a long time to get her beneath
him and he was going to enjoy it to the fullest.
	Susan could feel his hugeness inside her stretched and
expanded rectum growing and she knew what was coming.  She knew he
was going to shoot his lewd, hot sperm deep up into her helpless
anus and she would have given anything in the world if there were
any other way, but there wasn't.  She would have to take it all
inside her even if the humiliation and shame killed her.
	The now crazed negro behind her began to fuck into her
asshole with ever increasing speed.  His hand ripped and pulled at
the soft white rounded globes of buttocks like they were soft
resilient clay in his hands.  He spread the cheeks of her ass
wide-apart and with bulging eyes watched the full black length of
his pistoning cock split the whiteness of her anus like a soot
covered train tunneling l through a snow covered mountain.  His
cock felt as though it would burst, not just at the end but all
along the full length where the rubbery tight walls of her rectum
held it vice-like and hot.  The white girl was mumbling and
whimpering incoherent noises into the mattress, and, mistaking
them for cries of wanton passion, he increased the vigor and power
of his strokes until he was buffeting her forward into the
headboard of the bed with cruel earth-shattering lunges.
	Susan cried out in desperate prayer, unable to stop herself
in the mad scramble of the lust-crazed negro to complete his
orgasm.
	"Oh God, Ooooh God," she screamed, the sobs choking down her
throat as she felt him jerk inside her and realized to her horror
that the moment was here when he was going to explode inside her
and fill her helpless and unprotected belly with his obscene, hot,
cum and there was nothing in the world she could do about it but
lay kneeling in front of him like a galley slave and feign a
rampant passion.
	"Oh, cum, darling, cum," she shouted back at his sweating
body, wanting to get it over with, wanting to end it forever.
There was a muffled gurgle from behind her and she felt his great
throbbing cock burst like a dam as he gave one last tremendous
thrust into the back of her upraised buttocks and emptied his hot
sperm in wave after wave deep into the depths of her rectum.
Susan thought the ejaculating instrument would never stop flowing
into her and could feel the hot sticky fluid overflowing around
his still jerking cock and forcing its way out the tight nether
ring of her asshole that was clamped tight around the base of his
throbbing black cock.  Her humiliation and shame were complete.
She had whored herself and didn't even know if it would save her.
She gasped out a deep sigh of relief as she felt his deflated and
limp shaft of flesh slowly withdraw from her flooded behind.
There was a slight, wet, sucking noise as it slipped out from
between the full white moons of her buttocks with a lewd slurping
sound.  Then a sudden rush of cool air into the wetness of her
loins as she remained kneeling with her buttocks waving high in
the air for a moment and then collapsed off to the side of the
bed.
	The satiated and ecstatic Stitch lay mumbling to himself in
his elation over his conquest of the white girl.  It was something
incomprehensible to him and as unreachable as the moon but it had
happened and he lay back with a half-idiotic smile on his face,
reveling in his unexpected and first triumph over Duke, their
leader.  He had taken his girl away.
	Susan lay with her chest heaving from the awful ordeal of
sodomy she had gone through.  Her whole rectal passage ached and
felt torn and she could feel it burning slightly where the negro's
strong, pungent seminal fluid formed a still warm pool deep up
inside it.  She waited, knowing that the moment was coming soon
that would tell if it had all been worth it or if she had just let
herself get fucked in that horrible way for nothing.
	The moment came a second later.
	"Now it's my turn," she suddenly heard hissed venomously from
the foot of the bed.  She looked down and her eyes opened wide in
horror.  The Negress, Jodie, her face contorted in bitter hate,
was standing there with a long sharp switch-blade held menacingly
in her hand.
	The reclining Stitch, a lazy self-satisfied smile still
frozen to his face, raised his head and stuttered:
	"W-W-What'cha gonna d-do?" he asked, suddenly showing alarm
as he saw the knife glistening in the sunlight coming through the
window.
	"I'm gonna cut her tit off.  Then ya can fuck her again," the
Negress spat down at him.
	Susan closed her eyes and prayed.  It was all out of her
hands now, her work had ended when the idiotic Stitch had emptied
his loins inside her aching rectum.  It was all up to him now.
	"N-No ya ain't."
	Susan's eyes opened slightly as she felt his weight rise from
the bed and saw him place himself between her and the advancing
Negress.  His hands were clenched into tight fists and the muscles
on his back stood out in broad, powerful sinews that gave her
sudden security.  At least she had someone on her side even if she
had to undergo this same horrible ordeal she had just experienced
over and over again until the others returned.
	There was a sudden scuffle and a cry and her hopes were
shattered as quickly as they had formed.  The lithe, quick Negress
had lunged forward and caught the passion weakened Stitch straight
between the ribs with the gleaming, silver blade of the knife.
Susan cringed down back into the mattress, her eyes open in
horrified disbelief as he stood there for a moment, his mouth
hanging open in shock, and then pitched forward dead on the floor
with a dull thud that shook the flimsy walls of the shack.
	The Negress smiled again across the width of the bed.
	"Nice try, honky," she rasped in hate, "but it was all for
nuthin'.  I'm gonna cut you up in little pieces, a little bit at a
time."
	Susan cowered back against the headboard of the bed, stunned
at the sudden violent turn of events that now left her at the
mercy of the deranged Negress.  She watched as a gentle bird
hypnotized by the relentless approach of a silent hungry cat
bearing down on it.  She could not move and closed her eyes again
to sweep away the horrible, insane vision of the glistening blade
of steel now running with blood, held in the hand of the stealthy
approaching Negress.
	"Now, honky baby," she heard through her fogged mind.  "I
want that left tit first."
	A cold hand closed over her breast and stretched it harshly
outward from her body ... she groaned, and felt herself passing
into the welcome oblivion of unconsciousness.  But she was
suddenly stunned by a quick and terrible roar.  The coldness flew
from her breast as though it had been slapped away and her eyes
fluttered open.
	Duke was standing in the doorway, a double barreled shot-gun
in hands.  Thin wisps of smoke were rising from both barrels.  He
said nothing, but motioned to her to come to him.  It was
difficult and her legs wobbled but she made it through the door
and heard him close it behind them.  She had not bothered to look
at either of the bodies lying in the room because she knew she
couldn't stand it even after the horror she had just been through.
	"We forgot somethin' and came back," Duke said simply, and
then added with a strange note of nostalgia in his voice that even
he didn't understand.  "They wouldn't a done that last year if I
told 'em not to."



                            Chapter 6

	The groaning pick-up truck loaded with vegetables on the back
stopped in a cloud of dust when its driver saw the petite, blond
girl waving it down.  He opened the door and let her in and then
resumed his journey toward the town ahead.
	"Been for a walk, miss," he ventured, unaccustomed to having
strange passengers on his weekly trip into the market.
	"W-Why, yes, yes I have," the girl answered hesitantly and
said nothing else.
	"It's a long way from town, must've takin' you all day, might
near," he continued, refusing to let the conversation lag as she
would have liked.
	"Y-Yes, I've been gone a long time," she answered, hoping he
would let it go at that and concentrate on his driving so she
could collect her shattered thoughts.  Duke had spared her life
and she could think of no reason that he should have, in fact, he
had taken quite a chance with the plans that had been worked out
with the well-dressed Negro wearing the horn rimmed glasses that
day so long ago.  It was a long walk of quite a few hours from the
trail on which the cabin was located to the main road but someone
might have come along and given her a ride and she would have been
in time to stop the whole thing.  But now it was too late, the
appointed hour had come and passed and if things had gone
according to schedule there was nothing she or anyone else could
do about it.  Besides, she had given him her word and that should
be worth something.  He hadn't really forgotten anything when he
had come back to the shack.  She knew because he had taken nothing
when he had left a short time later.  He had come back because he
had changed his mind about leaving her to them and because he knew
he no longer controlled them.  Last year, as he had said, it would
have been different but they were following a new leader now.  Not
one that they could see, but one of brutal empty promises that
would lead nowhere.  One needed but the slogans of the new breed
she had thought so much about back in the dilapidated shack and
one had an angry and dedicated following that was no longer
satisfied with the Duke's and others who knew nothing but how to
heist beer from a standing delivery truck.  She had had a long
time to think about things on her walk down to the main road but
had come to no conclusions at all, she would do that later when
her mind was more clear and the effect of the awful carnage of the
day had worn off.
	"If you been walkin' all day, you missed the big news," the
farmer spoke beside her, feeling uncomfortable sitting in silence.
	"Oh," Susan answered, showing a mild tone of interest out of
politeness.
	"Yes siree," he said excitedly, suddenly happy to find a
topic of conversation.  "Half the city's burnin' down.  Seems a
couple of young niggers started a usual Friday night ruckus and
when the police moved in somebody threw a fire bomb.  That blew
things sky-high.  Some young punk national guardsmen evidently got
nervous and fired in the crowd that came runnin' out to see the
fire and that's all she wrote."
	"It's bad, huh," she said without enthusiasm.
	"Man, I'll say it is," the farmer continued.  "They've killed
off about eighty of 'em already.  Even got one of the big street
gang leaders down there tryin' to kill a policeman.  Named Duke
somethin' or other.  Cain't rightly remember now, but the whole
nigger population's runnin' through the streets startin' fires
right 'n left and actin' like a bunch o' wild animals."
	"Don't we all sometimes," Susan muttered under her breath,
remembering her own body bucking and twisting under the cruel
sodomizing of the half-idiotic Stitch to save her own life.
	"What da'ya saya Miss, I cain't hear ya.  Little deaf ya
know," he laughed.  "Maybe we can get something on the radio.
	Susan sat quietly as he clicked it on and the station
announcer's voice came through the static loud and clear.
	... and this evening, ---, leader of the black power movement
says from his headquarters in Detroit, the vicious and
uncontrolled rioting that has broken out in Chicago is just
another example of the spontaneous and justified dissatisfaction
of the negro with his position in today's America.  And ... he
forecasts they will continue to occur through-out the major
American cities as long as blatant police and military brutality
continue to exist against the black man ...
	Yes, Susan thought to herself as the announcer droned on
about the rising casualty and damage toll, I have taken a long
walk today ...



                             The End