"Two ribs. They got him over at the clinic. Doc said he should be in the hospital, but there ain't no room."
"Not for a black boy!" Sam chirped bitterly in his squeaky voice. "Never no room for a black boy in them hospitals!"
"You ought to see him, Jason," Howard continued, rubbing the hard knot of muscles in his thigh that were beginning to spasm. "He looks like a fuckin' mummy. A pig slashed his forehead with a stick and they got him all wrapped up in bandages."
"Hell make it, though?" Jason demanded, his deep voice rasping with an animal urgency.
"Sure, hell make it, man. Ain't no white mother goin' to put that brother out! Doc said Quincy will be out in a week or two."
A deep silence fell over the room, punctuated only by heavy breathing and stifled moans as the four boys and one girl sat there, bathed in the soft glow of the twenty-five-watt bulb hanging naked and lonely from a cord dangling from the ceiling. There were no windows, only a single door that hung on one hinge and led up a dark stairway from the basement to what remained of a dilapidated tenement building condemned by the San Francisco inspectors. Demonstration placards, bruised and soiled from the morning protest near State campus, which had turned into a small riot, were stacked near the door, and several banners were tossed on the mattresses lining the wall.
"What dey call demselves? " Sam asked softly.
"The Society," Howard mumbled. "Something about the Society for Law and Order. Cal said the leaders used to be something in the American Nazi group. He says they're out for black skin."
"The bastards!" Jason snapped. "Why'd they have to come on us like that? And then call the pigs! Man, I'm gonna get me some of that pure white blood of theirs and make them drink it!"
"That's just what they want, Jason," Chester said in a quiet voice that commanded immediate attention. He was seated on an old crate that served as a chair, by one of the mattresses. An ugly lump on his forehead was turning purple and one eye was almost swollen shut. Chester was the intellectual one of the group, a junior at San Francisco State on an engineering scholarship; a serious boy from a poor home in Marin County struggling to make ends meet as he worked his way through school. "You give them a war and bathe them in blood, and that'll give them the chance they want to rough up as many of our brothers as they can.
"Don't give me that non-violent shit, man!" Jason grumbled. "We been non-violent, and look how far it's got us! No, man, we goin' to give Whitey his war. Dem that's talkin' about how rough it is on the streets at night around here better run and hide, 'cause it's goin' to get bloody out there."
"Maybe Chester's right," Sue Ellen said as she wiped the blood from Jason's hand with a damp rag. "There're more of them than there are of us."
"How many dey got, Howard?" Jason asked.
"Cal says there are about fifty members in the Society. Only about twenty are real active, though."
"Well," Jason snarled, "from now on we're The Tribe. A tribe of black men who'll give that fuckin' society what they're askin' for!"
"You going to launch a reign of terror, Jason?" Chester asked.
"You know me better than that, Chester. I'm not after everybody's ass, just those bastards who came after us this morning. We ain't goin' to bother a soul but dem Society bastards!"
"And maybe a pig or two, huh, Jason?" Howard chimed in.
"If the pigs get in our way, well wipe out a few. The fuzz is too sure of demselves. It won't hurt to teach 'em that some cats hit back when dey start swingin'a club."
"You know that will bring the whole police force down on you," Chester said.
"So? Big deal! There ain't a pig in San Francisco who isn't dyin' to sink his club in a black skull now. So what's the difference? "
Noting the bitterness in his voice, Sue Ellen looked up into Jason's eyes. She saw steely determination there and knew that Jason meant every word he said. It scared the eighteen-year-old girl. She'd been hanging around with Jason, Cal, Howard and the others for almost two years now, sharing their frustrations and hopes, their victories and defeats, as they tried to make their way in an angry, confused society. They'd given her hope when the authorities threatened to suspend her from school for smoking pot, a place to live when her mother was picked up on a charge of prostitution, and a new pride in being black. Chester had taught her about her black heritage while Jason had inspired her with his strength and convictions. Now Sue Ellen wore her hair in the proud new Afro style and strutted with an arrogance as boys whistled at her full-blown, sensual body. She took great pride in wearing absolutely nothing under her dress. Her breasts were large and full, firmly straining against the size-ten dresses she wore, and her legs were long and sculptured, tapering to full hips and a narrow waist.
It wasn't the violence Jason's eyes promised that bothered Sue Ellen. She'd seen plenty of that. When you were poor and scratched out a living in the tenements, you lived in close proximity to violence, and Sue Ellen was used to it. She'd helped the boys rob stores and mug drunks to get enough bread to live on. She'd been in every one of their demonstrations. She'd been pushed, shoved, pinched, even held by two white pigs one time while another reached down and ran his finger up her cunt and laughed at his new technique for frisking a black bitch! Twice, Sue Ellen had managed to sink her pointed toe into a pair of soft Ofay balls while her black sisters held a terrified Whitey they'd lured into a dark alley. No, violence didn't bother her. It was part of her life.
"How many guys can we round up?" Jason asked.
"As many as you want, Jason," Howard replied. "I can get Carl, Eddie, Sonny, Moro, Panther-you name it."
"Jesus, Howard!" Chester said. "Those are the roughest cats in town. Every damned one of them has a police record!"
"Them are the cats I wants," Jason snapped. "All black men got a police record. Hell, man, we're born with a police record, and I want the roughest men we can get. Them Society cats were playing for keeps this morning, Chester. Look what they did to old Quincy ... held him down and kicked his ribs in! And they were using blades. Man, Whitey with a knife! That's our scene. Didn't you know, all black brothers carry blades!"
Everybody laughed except Chester, who sat with his head between his hands. "Then you're going to war?" he asked.
"Shit yes! We're goin' to get a couple of them Nazis and cut their cocks off and stuff them down their throats! They'll think a second time before they mess with The Tribe."
Sue Ellen's fingers shook as she finished wrapping the bandage around Jason's palm. This was what frightened her. Jason's determination to play Whitey's game Whitey's way. It was against everything they believed in, everything they'd worked so long and hard for. This wasn't an occasional mugging or back-alley beating where the odds were calculated and the chances minor; this was to be an all-out war with people getting cut up and killed.
"Sleep on it, Jason," Chester sighed. "You'll think better tomorrow and well rap about it some more."
"Balls! I've thought about it for years, man. I'm up to my ass in them non-violent thoughts! And we ain't goin' to rap about it no more. I'm sick of talk! Tomorrow well get the cats together and plan how well lay it to those Ofay pricks, but right now I'm in a mood to do some real fuckin'. Come on, Sue Ellen, peel down and let's ball."
"No, Jason!" she protested, scooting back out of his reach. She didn't like him when he was like this. Jason could become a brutal animal, and Sue Ellen didn't like the idea of making love in front of everybody, being a sideshow.
"I'm cutting, cats," Chester announced, getting to his feet and limping slightly as he made his way to the door.
"Don't cut out, man," Jason said. "Sue Ellen here can take care of all of us. She loves it!"
Chester looked back at the four of them and smiled. Sue Ellen was crouched on her knees, her body tense, like an animal caught in a trap. The three boys watched her with lust in their eyes. Howard's tongue coursed his full, thick lips as his eyes fastened on Sue Ellen's rounded ass. Her tight miniskirt was hiked up and her curly black pubic hair was in plain sight. At other times Chester enjoyed these wild games, but not tonight. He was tired and worried. Besides, Sue Ellen was all alone. The other girls were gone and she'd have to take plenty from Jason as it was.
"Come on, Sam," Chester said. "You'd better cut out with me. Your old man wants you to close the shop tonight."
"What time is it?" Sam said, stalling, as he looked longingly at Sue Ellen's exposed crotch. "That time, man. Come on."
"Okay, okay, Chester. Just don't push me, that's all," Sam responded as he stood up and gave Jason a big smile. "You all have a good time and remember me closin' up that lousy shoe repair shop, hear? "
"Cool, man, cool," Jason murmured with a wave of his huge hand as he watched Sam cross the dimly lighted room and join Chester on the stairs. They didn't bother to shut the door, because it was so warped and battered it wouldn't stay closed without something leaning against it. Besides, nobody ventured into these crumbling tenements at night-not if they had any sense at all.
"That leaves just Howard and me, baby," Jason said, smiling with a wide grin as he stared at Sue Ellen's crouched figure. "You can have a ball with just two of us."
"No, Jason. Not tonight. I'm not in the mood."
"Well, get your ass in the mood!" he snapped.
Sue Ellen shuddered when she heard the mean animal tone in his voice. She realized he was all wound up and frustrated at what had taken place at their demonstration to seek equal rights in the placement of students in jobs at the school cafeteria, and she didn't want him to take it all out on her like this. I should have left with Chester, she told herself as she quickly sprang to her feet. I'll get out of here for a while. Maybe go over to see Rose. Jason will cool off after a while and I can come back.
She made a move toward the door, and Jason's voice rang out, "Grab her, Howard!"
Howard jumped up and raced across the room, catching Sue Ellen easily.
"Pull them rags off her and well ball," Jason commanded.
Sue Ellen struggled as Howard held her in his powerful grasp, but she couldn't break away. He laughed crudely as he pulled her zipper down in back and then began working her brief dress up her body. His arms were like iron as he jerked her wrists over her head and yanked her dress off.
"Man," Jason snickered, "that's what I call cunt! You shouldn't try to hide anything nice as that, baby. What's the matter with you tonight, anyway? You love to ball."
"Not now. Please, Jason, not now! I'm just not in the mood."
"Get her in the mood, Howard," Jason said with a laugh.
Howard dropped his hands and crudely cupped Sue Ellen's full breasts, squeezing hard until the proud nipples popped through his fingers. Then he flicked his thumbs against the little tips. Sue Ellen could feel his huge cock pressing through his jeans against her back. That was one of the reasons she didn't want it tonight like this. Howard frightened her. His cock was so big! They'd measured it as a joke one night when he had a hard-on, and it was a full thirteen inches long and four inches thick at the base. All the girls complained about how much it hurt when Howard fucked them. Like the rest of the girls, Sue Ellen always tried to give Howard a blow-job when his nuts were on fire. She could get only the tip of it in her mouth, and even that made her jaws ache, but it was far better than having him ram it up her.
"Bring her over here," Jason commanded. Howard dropped one hand behind Sue Ellen, and before she knew what he was doing, he had spread the cheeks of her ass and cruelly jabbed a finger up her rectum.
"Owwwww!" she screamed.
"You heard Jason," Howard said. "Get your ass over there!" When she refused to move, Howard jabbed his finger up her ass again. This time Sue Ellen jumped, and Howard pushed her hard on the back so that she fell sprawled out at Jason's feet.
"That's more like it, baby," Jason said. "Now let's see you give this here tool a good swabbin' with that hot tongue of yours."
When she hesitated for a fraction of a second, Jason grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head up into his lap. He already had his fly open and his hard cock out in his hand. He slapped her face with it as he laughed. "You'll have ol'Jason thinkin' you don't like his tool."
"It's not that, Jason!" she pleaded. "You know that. I ... Well, I ... "
"We done enough rappin' here tonight. Stuff this sweet meat in your mouth and stop jabberin'."
Sue Ellen sighed. She didn't want to, not now, but she knew she'd never be able to reason with Jason when he was in a mood like this. Maybe he'll calm down if I drain his balls for him, she thought as she reached over with her hand and grasped his long slender penis.
"That's it, baby, pump it a little first," Jason sighed as he felt her warm hand wrap around his hard shaft. He liked to see her like this, on her knees before him with her black hair framed against his tan slacks. It made him feel powerful and it seemed to ease the tense feeling that gripped his guts after a fight.
Sue Ellen squeezed his cock and then pulled the foreskin down until the swollen head popped free. She moved in and nuzzled the hard shaft between her cheek and her nose as she began a slow, gentle pumping motion with her experienced hand. Even though she didn't want it this way, it felt good to have a hard prick in her hand. Sue Ellen knew she was a very basic person. She loved sex-not the stupid games Ofays played, but down-to-earth, animalistic sex.
The heavy veins along the ebony shaft in her hand began to expand and pound with the beat of Jason's heart. She moved her head back several inches and darted her tongue between her ripe lips to flick at the ridge just below the inflated bulb as she pumped his foreskin up and down. Jason's penis jerked at the first contact with Sue Ellen's moist tongue, and she immediately pulled his prick close so she could flatten her tongue against the head as she worked the shaft with her hand.
"Lord, that's good, baby!" Jason sighed, shifting his tail forward on the packing crate and leaning back with his hands propped on the corners of the box. Sue Ellen gradually warmed to her task. She shot her free hand inside his open fly and searched for his balls. When her fingers had made their way through his shorts, she cupped his sac in her palm and began massaging it.
Beads of moist lubricant were forming on the head of his cock, and Sue Ellen knew Jason was getting hot. She held the shaft in her hand and dropped her lips around the tip. Her tongue darted into the tiny opening at the apex of his penis while her lips encircled the warm meat and began sucking against the firm, sponge-like surface. She shifted her knees and brought her body up so she could bring her mouth straight down on the surging shaft in her hand.
Jason watched with satisfaction, as her black head bobbed up and down on his lap. It felt good to have her warm mouth wrapped around his prick, and he liked to see her kneeling before him like he was a king.
Howard reacted to the erotic sight before him with a low groan. His huge cock was hard and ready to break out of his pants as he reached down and slipped his slacks off to ease the pain in his groin.
Jason saw his friend staring at Sue Ellen's exposed ass. He grinned and caught Howard's eye to give him a wink. When he nodded his head, Howard began moving forward slowly. To prevent Sue Ellen from getting away, Jason grasped her wrists in his powerful hands and held them tight against the packing crate as she let his cock slide deep into her throat.
Sue Ellen's body jerked when she felt Howard's hands on her waist. Before she could move, he'd managed to pull her into a standing position.
"No!" she screamed as she pulled her head free of Jason's cock. "Jason, you make him stop! I can't take him."
"Don't make all that fuss, baby," Jason replied firmly. "Ol' Howards wants to wet the tip of his thing in something. Now, you be a good girl and take care of both of us."
"Let go of me!" she screamed. "I'll blow him afterwards."
"No you don't, Sue Ellen. You've sucked me off too many times. I want a good deep fuck tonight!" Howard said.
"No! Jason, make him stop!"
"Stuff this meat in your mouth and shut up!" Jason snapped, losing his patience. "You'll do what we tell you, and you'll like it!"
"How about the shit trail, Jason?" Howard asked, pressing his hard prick between the cheeks of Sue Ellen's firm ass. "I've always wanted to try that with Sue Ellen ... give her a good, hot enema. How about that, Jason?"
"You're too big for her asshole, man, but I might let you if she don't get with it and behave herself. Start suckin', baby, and spread those legs so ol' Howard can give you a real thrill."
"No! Please, Jason. Hell hurt me."
Jason grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked her head up.
"Now you listen, and listen good. You're goin' to take care of us right now or I'll turn Howard loose on your asshole. I'll even hold you while he splits you open. You hear? Now start suckin' this cock!"
There was no doubt in Sue Ellen's mind that Jason meant every word of what he said as he stared coldly into her eyes. When he pushed her head back down into his lap she slowly opened her mouth and took his cock inside. She refused to help them, but she had to let them have their way. She felt Howard pull her legs apart and hump her bottom up so that her helpless crotch was completely exposed to him. Jason held her wrists pinned to the packing crate and placed his feet over hers to make sure she couldn't move.
Howard stared at the bright pink slit pulsating under its thick protective coating of pubic hair, and his balls ached. He'd waited for months to fuck this girl and now she was right where he wanted her! He reached out and grabbed her vulva in his hand, squeezing her clitoris between the thick lips and roughly running his finger up inside the vaginal opening. She was dry, but Howard knew he could get her moist quickly enough by playing with her.
Sue Ellen felt a gradual warmth building inside her body and cursed herself for responding to his crude manipulation of her helpless cunt. Then she felt his fingers hold the cheeks of her buttocks apart and she knew what was coming.
Howard moved forward, pressing his giant cock between those fine brown cheeks. His fingers spread the lips of her cunt and he jerked forward farther until the swollen head of his prick was firmly lodged between them. Then, holding her waist with his hands, he made a long hard thrust.
"Uuuuugggghhhhh!" Sue Ellen gurgled, Jason's cock stifling her scream as Howard's huge rod worked its way an inch up her vaginal canal. Pain shot through her body like tiny electric shocks, torturing each nerve ending with a burning sensation. She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs, but Jason's cock gagged her. She let her body go limp, hoping she could force the heavy instrument out of her body, but found she was impaled. Howard laughed obscenely, placing his hands on his hips and allowing Sue Ellen's body to rest and hang on his hard shaft.
He looked down and felt a surge of excitement run through his balls as he saw his giant shaft driving straight into her helpless body. Her small, puckered asshole seemed to wink at him and the pink, fleshy lips of her cunt were stretched into a huge O around the rich brown shaft penetrating her body. Howard reached out, grabbed her waist in his hands, lifted her limp body, and lunged hard into her. It was a tight fit, but Howard was used to that. He wiggled his hips and w-edged his cock another two inches up inside her.
Sue Ellen groaned and her body snapped to life as the pain became almost unbearable. She tried to move her feet and arms, but Jason held her and she realized she was truly helpless to stop what was happening to her.
"Stop that wigglin' and fightin'!" he commanded. "Get busy and suck this cock, baby, or well hurt you. You don't want us to rough you up, do you?"
Jason's words sent fear racing through Sue Ellen's mind. She remembered the time he and two others had given her a beating that had left her bruised and sore for weeks. It had happened a few weeks after they'd taken her in to live in this basement room with them. Jason had said that she was his girl, but that she had to take care of all his friends and participate in their orgies. Sue Ellen had refused, and that was when she learned how cruel Jason could be. They stripped her down, raped her and then beat her for over an hour. From that point on, Sue Ellen had done exactly what Jason told her to do.
"Man, I just hit bottom!" Howard exclaimed.
Sue Ellen could feel the hard tip of his huge prick pressing against the entrance to her womb and knew that he had somehow managed to wedge at least half his cock inside her. The pain was overwhelming, but she realized it would be futile to complain. She simply had to get this over with as quickly as she could!
She braced her feet flat on the floor and forced her mind to black out the searing pain in her groin and concentrate on the task of draining Jason's surging testicles with her mouth. Her fingers wrapped tightly around the base of Jason's cock and she began sucking and lightly scraping her teeth along the swollen shaft as she bobbed her head rapidly in his lap.
The juices in Jason's balls began to boil as he watched Sue Ellen's bouncing wildly over his crotch. He looked down her bowed back and saw Howard's glistening shaft sunk beneath her asscheeks like a hunk of ebony steel plunging into a tight brown sleeve. This is what chicks are built for, he told himself. When he felt Sue Ellen's body relax and saw her hips begin to bound upward to meet Howard's savage thrusts, he knew she was grooving with them, and he released her wrists so he could lean back and prop himself on the corners of the packing crate. Jason closed his eyes and let a gorgeous surging lust take control of him.
Sue Ellen forgot her humiliation, forgot the pain, and allowed her animal instinct to rule her body. She could feel Howard's heavy balls rubbing against her thighs as he set up a circular, pumping motion that completely filled her cunt with hard meat. Her pleasure was increased as she chewed and sucked the prick that filled her mouth. She could feel Jason's balls begin a surging action in her experienced hand and she massaged to start the juices running into her hungry mouth.
"Aauuuugghhh!" she gasped when jets of hot cum shot up into her womb as Howard, no longer in control of himself, allowed his balls to explode deep inside her. It seemed like a gushing river was searing every inch of her belly, and she could feel the hot cum running back down the thick shaft to drip down her thighs. While Howard was still pumping his juices into her, Sue Ellen felt hot spurts jet out of Jason's cock to bounce off her throat. She swallowed greedily, receiving hot cum at both ends, then braced herself as the first spasm of orgasm gripped her body.
The three bodies arched and trembled, glistening with perspiration in the dim glow of the naked bulb. They were oblivious to the night as it settled on a troubled San Francisco.
CHAPTER TWO
Jack inspected his face closely in the small mirror which hung over the wash basin in the corner of his third-story room in the ancient apartment house on Fell Street. He felt exhilarated, and excitement seemed to ooze from his pores as he combed back his straight black hair. We really took those jigs by surprise, he said to himself, and we hurt them!
Taking one final look to make certain his face wasn't bruised, Jack finished combing his hair and began humming to himself as he crossed the narrow room and pulled his strong box out from under the bed. He placed the brass knuckles, knife and length of heavy chain in the box, giving his prized .32 automatic a gentle pat as he closed the box, set the lock and shoved it back under the bed.
For the first time in several years Jack felt he was finally accomplishing something. With the Society organized, Jack had been able to quit his job in the appliance warehouse the week before. The guys were paying dues regularly, and some of them had plenty of money. Take Kevin who lived in the big mansion out in Pacific Heights, for instance. Three maids, a car of his own, and that big room over his garage he'd donated to the Society for their new headquarters! With guys like that behind you, Jack thought, you can really cut free and operate!
The dues last month came only to one hundred and ninety-five dollars, but Jack lived frugally. His room cost him thirty-five a month and he was careful about what he spent on food. He was sick of living in a dump like this, but Jack knew if he could give his friends enough good action there'd be hundreds who'd want to join the Society. And with a large membership and lots of dues, Jack would have it made!
And all this for the pleasure of kicking the shit out of niggers, he told himself as he turned his key in the new double lock he'd had installed on his door, and headed with a sprightly step for the dark staircase.
The fog had settled over the city and it was damp when Jack opened the front door of the apartment house and skipped down the steps, walking briskly to the corner to catch the cross-town bus. He picked up a copy of the evening paper and scanned the headlines while he waited for the bus, but he knew it was much too early for any coverage of the riot. It would be in the morning papers. Probably nothing big, but at least a notice. Larry had wanted to tip off the papers in advance. Kevin vetoed that, saying that the less publicity they received the better they'd be able to operate. He was probably right. No use calling attention to themselves yet. It irked Jack, though, that people didn't know what he'd accomplished, didn't recognize how he'd helped them clean out some of the black trash that made the city streets so dangerous. They'd hug him if they knew he'd helped put at least one of them in the hospital!
It didn't really matter what the public thought anyway, Jack told himself as he settled into a seat at the rear of the bus and watched the people on the sidewalk as the bus worked its way across town. Some of the goddamn liberals had whipped the public to a point where they felt they had to tolerate these black bastards and treat them like brothers. No, what mattered was how the other guys felt. He knew they were pleased with how smooth it all went. Some of them might be sore that they didn't get a few more licks in on the coons. The cops showed up too early. They'd have to watch that in the future! Time it better.
But the rest of it had gone so smoothly nobody would have any real complaints. Jack was proud of that. He'd planned it perfectly, studied all he could about Jason and his group of demonstrators, learned about their protest meetings, seen how they operated and where they could be hit best. Then he'd organized the Society, picked just the right moment and pounced on the niggers. Before they even realized what was happening, Jack thought with a satisfied grin crossing his lips, we'd knocked six of them down and hurt them good.
He could still feel his foot digging into that coon's side while Larry held him down on the sidewalk. That really felt good! He knew he'd done some damage because he heard something crack on the second kick. Then the cops arrived and the Society scattered according to plan, yelling that the niggers had started a brawl. Those cops loved to use their clubs, and Jack remembered watching them tear into the demonstrators as he ran down the street.
Yeah, the guys will really be happy! And we'll hit them again tomorrow while they 're still weak. Jason Jones is a big man with the jigs, and I want to hurt him good so the others will know we mean business, Jack told himself as he got off the bus and walked the two blocks to Kevin's house.
The lights were on in the room above the garage, so Jack knew it was all right for him to slip down the driveway and through the door at the back of the building. He took the steps two at a time and was pleased to see at least a dozen boys in the room when he threw open the door and walked in.
Conversation buzzed through the room as Jack walked in. Everyone he passed smiled and slapped his back in congratulations. Mar, Kevin's sister, was with Joan and Betty at the end of the room preparing sandwiches and coffee for the group, and Jack made his way over to the snack bar immediately. Mary, who had just turned seventeen, was Jack's ideal. The perfect girl ... rich, young, pure, beautiful and proud of being white. She hated the Negroes as much as Jack did, and he hoped that when he became famous and powerful she would become his girl. He knew he'd have problems with Mary's parents, but Jack was certain Mary would run away and marry him. Then the family would just have to accept him.
Their eyes met, and Mary's face warmed with a smile as she handed Jack a cup of coffee. He was about to say something when Kevin rushed up and took his free hand.
"You okay, Jack? "
"Not a scratch. How about the others? "
"Almost perfect. Mark got a small cut on his shoulder when that coon chick hit him with a placard. Mary and Joan put some stuff on it and made a bandage. It isn't bleeding, so it isn't bad. How bad did we hurt them?"
"We put at least one of them in the hospital," Jack replied with a smile,-"maybe more. I think the cops roughed one up pretty good, and we cut some of the others."
"Those cops came too soon," Dave, the son of a wealthy contractor and a freshman at San Francisco State, commented. "If we'd had another ten minutes or so, we'd have really cut them to pieces!"
"I agree," Jack said. "Well have to time it better next time. George, when did you place the call?"
"Right after the brawl started," George responded nervously, "just like you told me."
"It's not your fault, George," Kevin said, going over and placing his arm on George's shoulder.
"You did okay," Jack chimed in to help reassure the boy. He was only a junior in high school and the youngest member of the Society, and Jack didn't want to ruin their triumph by putting the blame for anything on anybody. "It's just that we didn't know they'd react so fast. They probably had a couple of patrol cars nearby and caught them on the radio.. Yeah, that's it."
Some of the boys had to leave by the time they'd finished their coffee and sandwiches, and the group narrowed down to the seven boys Jack trusted most. Mary and Joan stayed to clean up, and the boys began talking seriously.
"When do we hit them again?" Larry wanted to know.
"They've got another demonstration planned for Friday," Jack said. "If they stick to their time, it's set for six in the evening down at the bus terminal. It'll be a little tricky, but I figure if we can lure them into the alley back of the terminal we can really work them over good."
"They'll be on their guard after today," Kevin commented. "It won't be easy to get them into the alley."
"Yeah, but in a dark alley with all that noise from the buses, we could really give it to them with everything we've got!" Larry said. "I mean knives and the works."
"Right," Jack said. "And I think I know how we can pull it off. First, we don't want to wait until Friday. We need to hit them again while they 're still weak. After all, we can't devote too much time to this one group. I want to see them out of action as quickly as possible so we can concentrate on that lousy Black Power group."
"Jack's right," Kevin said. "These guys are just peanuts."
"But once we knock Mr. Black Ass Jones off, the others will piss their pants when they hear the Society mentioned," Jack continued. "My idea is this, that we hit them again first thing in the morning before they have a chance to make any plans or get organized. I know where this guy Jason and a couple of others live. It's a basement in a condemned building off Filmore Street. Six of us can handle it easy, with one extra to drive the car. We work Jason and whoever else is there over good. There's a black chick living with them ... the young one we saw today."
"The one who looks like an African? " Kevin asked.
"Yeah," Larry chimed in, "the one who looks like she should have a ring in her nose? "
"The young one with a big set of tits, that's her," Jack said. "What I want to do is snatch her and hold her. Then well use her for bait to get the others into the alley Friday night."
"Hey, I bet that'll work!" Larry said.
"Sure it will!" Jack replied in an excited voice. He liked this plan better every minute, even if he had only worked it out while riding the bus over to Kevin's house. "The problem is to hold her for three nights. We've gotta have a place."
"Why not right here?" Mary asked, coming up and joining the group on the couch. "This room is soundproof and Kevin's got Dad believing we have a recreation club up here. Our parents never come up, do they, Kevin? "
"Well ... I'm not so sure, Mary. We might be taking a chance."
"Well keep her tied up," Jack offered. "The girls can take care of her and she won't be any trouble. Friday night we leave her in the alley with what's left of her friends."
"It's your place, Kevin, so it's up to you," Larry said. "I think Jack's got a real winner, though. Shell be the perfect bait to get the rest into that alley."
Kevin looked around the room and realized that all eyes were on him. He didn't want this responsibility and he didn't like the risk it would entail. What if his parents just happened to find out? Screw his parents! What did he owe them anyway?
"Look, Jack," he said slowly, "you're the leader of the Society. I've only donated this place as headquarters. It's your decision. If you want to take a chance on keeping the coon here, it's okay with me. Well have to be damned careful, that's all."
"It's settled then," Mary said excitedly. "Can I go along? I could help with the girl."
"No!" Kevin said immediately with a firm tone in his voice.
"That's not bad, Kevin," Jack commented. "I mean it wouldn't be bad to have a girl along to help with that little African bitch."
"No. I don't want Mary mixed up in any of this. There could be trouble and...."
"How about me, then?" Joan asked. "I'd love to get in on some real action."
Jack looked at Joan in silence for a moment. She was tough and she hated niggers more than the rest of them combined. Jack didn't like Joan because she was so wild. She'd fuck anything in the Society and never think twice about it. Once, Jack had watched Joan give Larry a blow-job at one of their meetings. Mary was sitting right next to them and blushed until her face was scarlet, but Joan didn't give a damn. He knew if the black bitch gave them any trouble Joan would cut her throat at a moment's notice, but the Society didn't like to have their women mixed up in any of the fighting. They weren't like the coons, who'd send the gals in to fight right alongside the guys. But there was some logic in having a person in the car to handle the bitch once they'd snatched her. The guys would be busy working the jigs over.
"Okay," he said softly, "but you stay in the car."
Sue Ellen pulled her sore body off the mattress and stretched. The room was pitch black, but instinct told her the sun was already up and life had begun in San Francisco for a new day. Pulling on her dress and slipping her feet into her well-worn pumps, she made her way quietly across the dark room. Jason heard her as she started up the stairs.
"Bring back some bananas," he called. "I'm hungry as a bear this morning!"
"Okay," she called back. Every morning she walked the block and a half to the small store on Filmore and bought enough food for breakfast. Bread, cereal, milk and maybe some fruit. There was a store at the corner, but Jason had credit with Mr. Jenkins at the other store. They kept a running tab and Jason paid once a week-when he had the money.
Sue Ellen was still rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she reached the top of the steps and climbed over the wooden beams which had fallen to the floor at the entrance to the building. Her crotch was still sore from the punishment it had received from Howard's massive weapon the night before and she stepped gingerly to ease the pain.
From habit, she stopped for a moment to listen for strange sounds before she crawled under the chain the city had installed at the entrance to the street. As she raised herself to a standing position on the sidewalk, strong hands grabbed her and yanked her away from the door. Before she could scream, a powerful hand clasped her mouth. Her arms were pulled behind her back and Sue Ellen felt rough hands hold her wrists together as someone snapped handcuffs on her.
She was terrified. She knew what was happening, but was helpless to do anything. Somehow she had to warn Jason, and she managed to kick a metal plate on the side of the building as they pushed her roughly to the waiting car. Glancing back, she saw a group of boys slide noiselessly into the opening of the building.
Jason heard the sound of metal banging above and came alert immediately.
"Howard!" he whispered hoarsely. "Something's wrong! Get up!"
Howard rubbed his eyes and watched Jason move quickly to the small crate on the floor by the wall. He shook his head to clear his mind as he saw Jason grab a two-foot hunk of pipe and hurry back to the doorway. When he heard a step on the stairway, Howard sprang out of bed and raced to the crate to grab a heavy plumber's wrench. Jason motioned him to the other side of the door, and the two of them poised like tigers ready to spring, their arms holding their weapons in the air.
Larry was in the lead as the Society made its way down the old steps. Like the rest, he had trouble adjusting his eyes to the total darkness of the basement after coming in from the bright daylight. When he reached the door, he waited a moment for the rest to back him and then rushed quickly into the dark room. Larry never knew what hit him. The heavy iron pipe sliced through the air and crashed down on his skull with a sickening sound, and Larry fell in a heap on the concrete floor.
Jack was right behind Larry and tripped over his comrade's fallen body as he rushed into the room. The fall saved his life. Howard swung with the huge wrench, but the blow fell on Jack's back instead of his head. Because of the angle of his fall, it actually only glanced off his back; but it managed to knock the breath out of him, and he fell in a heap beside Larry's body.
Kevin was right behind Jack and swung a heavy chain which caught Howard's wrist and caused him to drop the wrench. Howard threw his weight against Kevin and brought him to the floor with a hard punch in the stomach. The other three members of the Society jumped into the room and two went after Jason with heavy blackjacks as the third jumped Howard to help Kevin.
"Aaaaauuuugghhhh!" Kevin screamed as Howard reached up and grabbed the wealthy white boy's balls in his strong hand and squeezed as hard as he could. Kevin grasped his injured testicles, fell to the floor and vomited as Mark came up behind Howard and landed a hard kick in the kidney. Howard crumpled up in pain, and Mark managed to land another vicious kick against the side of the powerful Negro's head.
Jack regained his breath slowly. He was nauseated when he realized his hands were resting in a pool of Larry's blood. He reached out, feeling Larry's wrist, and felt relief flood his body when he found a clear, steady pulse. When he saw Jason crumple to the floor under a series of hard blows from the two Society members, Jack called for help. They couldn't take any chances with Larry. The boy was unconscious, and Jack knew they had to get him to a doctor quickly.
Three of them carried Larry up the stairs while Jack tried to help Kevin.
"I'm okay, I think," Kevin gasped. "The bastard got me in the nuts. How's Larry? "
"He's hurt," Jack commented, supporting Kevin as they made their way up the steps. "We have to get him to a doctor right away. Well say it was an accident or something. Mark went ahead to get the other car. I'll go with Larry and Mark. You think you're okay?"
"I'll be all right. I'll go with the rest."
It seemed like only a brief moment to Sue Ellen from the moment they forced her onto the floor of the car until the others came rushing out of the building and piled in. She heard them talking about a boy named Larry and how they were taking him in the other car to a doctor, and Sue Ellen was glad Jason and Howard had been able to hurt someone. She wondered how they were,-and the fear that they might be dead raced through her mind.
"I think we hurt them," a blond, crew-cut boy named Mickey, said, "but it's hard to tell. It was so goddamn dark down there!"
"You kill them?" Joan asked.
"Naw," Mickey replied. "We would have, but Jack called us off. Larry was hurt pretty bad and Jack wanted to get him out of there. The bitch give you any trouble? "
"None," Joan laughed. "She's too fuckin' scared to move. You picked a good one, though. She's built like a cow. Look at those tits! And she hasn't got a thing on under her dress, see? "
The boys leaned over the front seat as Joan crudely pulled Sue Ellen's miniskirt up and exposed her hairy pubic region to full view.
"Man, look at that black snatch!" Mickey commented.
"Looks pretty good, huh?" Joan asked.
"You a lez or something? " Mickey laughed.
"I might be, who knows?" Joan said. "You know me, I'll try anything."
"Let's see you stick your finger up that black cunt, Joan, if you mean it," Mickey taunted.
Joan laughed. "You want a show? Okay."
Sue Ellen tried to squirm away from their humiliating gaze, but Joan held her tight to the floor with her knee on the frightened Negress' chest. They were nothing more than animals-these dirty white trash! She tried to scream when she saw the attractive brunette reach down with her finger crudely extended. The beast! How could she?
"Go ahead, Joan, ram it up her!" Mickey chided.
Joan looked directly into Sue Ellen's eyes and grinned. Then she jabbed her finger roughly between the lips of the girl s cunt. With a hard thrust and a cruel smile, she rammed her finger all the way to the knuckle inside the black girl's vagina.
"It's wet, boys!" she announced. "I'll bet they were fucking up a storm before we got there!"
The group laughed and George put his foot down hard on the accelerator as he turned the car onto Geary Street and headed west.
CHAPTER THREE
George glided the car silently up the driveway and edged into the garage. When he cut the ignition, Kevin eased himself out and pushed the button on the wall that electronically closed the overhead door. The pain in his groin was subsiding now, but he still felt weak. Motioning silently to the others, he went to the door at the back of the dark garage and unlocked the inner entrance to the staircase leading to the room above. Two of the boys held Sue Ellen firmly between them and pushed her up the stairs. No one said a word until they were inside the soundproof room with the door closed behind them.
Sue Ellen was terrified. In her primitive mind she was certain they meant to kill her, and she was equally positive it would be the most painful death they could imagine. The lavish room with its walls covered in knotty-pine and the modern furniture finished in varying shades of brown and tan did little to soothe her nerves as they pushed her to a couch in the corner and shoved her down roughly. It reminded her of the lawyer's office she'd spent those two lonely hours in waiting for word from the court about her parents. There was frustration and disappointment etched on her brain from those two hours in which a white world tried to determine her future-a future she had never accepted. Her frightened body gave an involuntary shudder as she looked about her and remembered. They'd talked of orphanages and foster homes and Sue Ellen had listened, a helpless panic gripping her. When the blackness had descended upon her to the point where she wanted to scream, Sue Ellen had asked the lawyer if she could go down the hall to the rest room. She never returned, determined to make her own way on the streets rather than submit to their authority.
She let her body relax when she realized that for the moment her captors weren't the least bit interested in her. The boys were taking turns at the bathroom to relieve themselves and trying to wash away the marks of battle while Joan and another young blonde fixed coffee. Thoughts of escape raced through Sue Ellen's mind, but she knew she could never make it out of the room. With the handcuffs and the adhesive tape across her mouth, she was truly helpless. And Sue Ellen was determined not to provide them with an excuse for killing her. She had to go to the bathroom, and the adhesive tape was giving her a headache by forcing her to breathe through her sinus-ridden nose, but instinct told her the best course was to do and say nothing.
"How bad was Larry hurt?" George asked as they all settled down and made themselves comfortable.
"I don't know," Kevin replied. "It was too dark down there to see very well. Jack seemed to think it was bad. Bad enough to get him to a doctor right away. Well just have to wait until Jack gets here."
"How about you, Kevin? " Mark asked.
"I'm okay. A little weak, maybe, but there's no pain now."
"What about her?" Joan asked, motioning to Sue Ellen across the room
"Yeah, look ... the nigger's nose is running," Mickey said.
"I guess you can pull that tape off her mouth so she can breathe better," Kevin said. "Listen, nigger, you make any noise and well kill you, understand? This room is soundproof, so it won't do you any good anyway. Go ahead, Joan, take the tape off."
"How about the handcuffs? " Joan asked.
"Jack's got the keys, so well have to wait for him.
This is his idea anyway, so we'll let him decide what he wants to do with her."
"Hey," Mark commented, "anybody holding? I could sure use a joint."
"We bought two keys last week, Mark," Kevin said. "There's plenty of good fresh grass in the cabinet over there. Make yourself welcome."
"Thanks, Kevin. Two keys! Like, wow!"
Joan ambled across the room to Sue Ellen as Mark went to the cabinet and began rolling himself a joint. She stood with her hands on her hips above the frightened Negress, her eyes openly appraising the young girl's body. Then she reached down and took a corner of the wide adhesive tape under her thumbnail and pulled it up so she could get a grip with her fingers. Very slowly and deliberately, Joan pulled the tape.
Sue Ellen was positive the girl was ripping away her skin inch by inch as she jerked the tape. The pain brought tears to her eyes, and she had to clench her teeth to keep from crying out. Tears escaped from the tight slits when she squinted, but Sue Ellen remained silent. She took a deep breath between her now-free lips and stared up into the eyes of her captor. The cold hatred she saw there made her shudder, but she held her gaze fixed on Joan's dark blue eyes.
"Better?" Joan asked.
Sue Ellen nodded her head slightly, afraid to speak.
"Well, if you want to live to tell about it, you keep that black mouth shut!" Joan snapped, as she turned and walked back to the coffee pot.
Time seemed to drag by for all of them. The boys relived the fight blow by blow, but soon tired of that and lapsed into an anxious silence. When Jack and Mark finally arrived, the group crowded around them and fired questions at a rapid-fire pace.
"Larry will make it," Jack said as they quieted down. "The doc said it was a mild concussion. They operated on him right away, and the doc said he'd make a slow but complete recovery. He's out of action for us for a while, but hell live."
"What did you tell the doc?" Mickey wanted to know.
"Mark and I dreamed up a story about how Larry fell off a roof and hit his head on a brick wall. His parents came over and they bought the story, so the doc went along with it. I think he knows, but he ain't saying anything because Larry's old man is pretty influential."
"George," Kevin said, "it might be good for you to head down to State and see what the rumors are. Circulate around. Nobody knows you're with us. See what the news is and find out if we really hurt Jason and that other guy.
Hey, Nigger, what's that other guy's name?"
They all turned to Sue Ellen. She hesitated only a moment. It wouldn't help her to fight them now, and they could find out what they wanted easy enough anyway.
"Howard," she said in a low voice.
"Howard who?" Jack demanded.
"Howard Jackson," Sue Ellen responded.
"I think Kevin is right, George," Jack said. "Nobody knows you're with us, so you might find out what's going around without getting in any danger. Ask questions, but don't let on you know anything. Find out what you can about Jason and this Howard Jackson guy. See if the protest is still planned for Friday evening."
Sue Ellen's body went tense when she heard them mention the protest. How did they know about that? What were they planning? There'd be over thirty brothers and sisters involved in the demonstration.
"Okay," George responded reluctantly. "Want me to call when I find something out?"
"Better not," Kevin replied. "One of us would have to stay over at the house to wait for the call, and I don't want to get my parents suspicious. Just come back and let us know what you learn."
George pulled on his windbreaker and slipped out of the room Jack accepted a cup of coffee from Mary, their eyes meeting for a moment in a warm embrace that filled him with even more excitement. He needed the coffee to calm his nerves. Jack wasn't frightened-he was more excited than he had ever been in his life. His plan had worked well, despite Larry's serious injury, and Jack knew that he stood tall in the group's eyes.
"We can't waste time now," he said to everyone as they gathered around him on the couch. "We have to get organized and ready for Friday. Pete, you and Mark go down to the bus terminal and study that alley. Find out where we can hide, where the cars should be parked-everything. Draw some maps and make sure we have a good way to get the hell out of there in case the cops show up."
"Okay," Mark replied. "Come on, Pete."
"You can use the car if you want," Kevin said.
"Naw," Pete responded, ."well take a bus downtown and make it on foot. If we need to, well make a survey by car this afternoon."
"Kevin," Jack said as Pete and Mark left the room, "how about you and Joan making the rounds to tell the others well have a general meeting tonight?"
"I don't think Kevin should go," Mary protested. "One of them might have recognized him and put the word out. I can go. I know everybody, and Joan and I can split them up.
"I suppose you're right," Jack conceded reluctantly, hoping that he and Mary might have been able to spend a while together. 'There's no use taking any chances. But be careful. You never know what these coons might be cooking up."
"What about her?" Joan asked, motioning to Sue Ellen.
"Well watch her," Jack said with a wide grin on his lips. "Don't worry, she's not going anywhere."
They all laughed and the girls pulled on sweaters.
"I have to go to the bathroom," Sue Ellen announced in a low voice.
"You hear that, Jack?" Joan laughed. "Nigger's got to take a leak!"
Jack searched his pockets and tossed Joan a small key. "Here, take the cuffs off her. We're big enough to kick the shit out of her if she makes a funny move. You go with her. Make sure she doesn't try to grab a razor or something in the can."
Joan unlocked the handcuffs, and Sue Ellen rubbed her wrists to get the circulation moving. Her shoulders ached from sitting in that uncomfortable position for so long and she tried to rub them to ease the soreness.
"Come on, Nigger," Joan snapped, "I haven't got all day!"
She pulled Sue Ellen to her feet and shoved her across the room to the small bath. Sue Ellen reached out to close the door behind her, but Joan held it open.
"Not on your life, Nigger!" she snarled. "You pee with the door open so we can see you don't try anything funny. Don't worry ... nobody here is interested in seeing a black bitch take a leak. We're civilized people!"
Sue Ellen had never been so embarrassed in her life. She didn't know what to do, but the urge in her kidneys was too strong to be denied. She squatted while every eye watched her finally relax her tense body enough to relieve herself. The gush of urine sounded like a waterfall in her ears, and she had to turn her head to avoid watching them stare at her.
"Look guys, she knows what toilet paper is for!"
"Wipe that black snatch good and clean," Jack said sarcastically. Mary looked at him quickly with a startled expression, and Jack blushed and turned away, cursing himself for forgetting Mary was in the room.
Sue Ellen flushed the toilet and stood looking at Joan. Joan motioned to the couch, and Sue Ellen obediently walked across the room and sat down, pulling her skirt as far down as she could to keep them from staring at her.
"You girls better get moving," Kevin said.
"And bring back a watermelon in case the coon gets hungry," Jack added.
"How abut some grits?" Joan said caustically over her shoulder as she and Mary closed the door behind them.
Kevin and Jack smiled.
"Joan's tough," Jack commented. "You can really depend on her."
"How many guys we going to use Friday night?" Kevin asked as he sat down on the couch and propped his legs up on the table.
"I think we should use every guy who wants to make the scene," Jack answered. "We want to wipe this gang out, and the more guys we have, the better job we can do. We should finish them in this one."
"Some of them are squeamish, Jack ... you know that."
"Let them drive the cars and stand watch then. We need every muscle we ve got!"
Sue Ellen was listening carefully. When they began to talk about the weapons they would use, she realized that some of her friends would be murdered Friday night! Not to mention what would happen to her if she stayed where she was. She knew she had to escape. Jason and the others must be warned.
Darting her eyes around the room like a caged animal, Sue Ellen gauged that it was about twenty feet from where she was seated to the door which led to freedom. Both of the captors had their backs to her and she began edging along the couch to make her dash shorter. It was a gamble, but one which Sue Ellen felt she must take.
She listened carefully, and when Jack's voice raised as he argued a point with Kevin, Sue Ellen made her move. She leaped off the couch and ran toward the door. Kevin saw her first and jumped up, knocking the coffee table over.
"Grab her!" Jack yelled as he, too, jumped up and began running.
Sue Ellen had the door open and was on the first step when Kevin grabbed her arm. She fought, but he pulled her back and knocked her to the floor. Jack ran up and grabbed a handful of her thick hair.
"You stupid bitch!" he screamed. Between them, they pulled her to her feet and wrestled her across the room to the couch.
Kevin raced back to close the door to keep any sound from escaping from the room, and Sue Ellen used this opportunity to sink her teeth into Jack's arm and dig her shoe into his shins. He whipped his hand across her face in a vicious slap which rang through the room, but Sue Ellen lashed out with her nails and raked his neck. Kevin came back and helped subdue the wildcat by holding her wrists in a vise-like grip.
"We'd better put the handcuffs back on her," Kevin said.
"I've got a better idea," Jack replied, his chest heaving from the brief scuffle. "Let's strip her. Ever had any black ass, Kevin? "
CHAPTER FOUR
"Hold her while I pull these shoes off," Jack grunted, gripping Sue Ellen's kicking legs and slipping her pumps off onto the floor. Recognizing the animal lust in his eyes, Sue Ellen shuddered at his touch. She twisted and turned, fighting with everything she had, but the two boys held her pinned to the couch.
Jack looked into her eyes and smiled as Kevin held her wrists in a firm grasp. Without taking his eyes from hers, he dropped his hand and let it rest on the velvet brown flesh of her warm thigh. She winced and he laughed, running his hand slowly and insinuatingly up to the hem of her short dress.
Sue Ellen managed to free her leg and kicked with all her might, catching Jack in the stomach, momentarily knocking the breath out of him. She couldn't ... wouldn't ... let them do this to her, heap this humiliation on her by using her to satisfy their ugly Ofay lust for a black girl!
"Don't touch me, you white trash!" she snapped.
"Touch you! I'm going to fuck you senseless, you black whore!" Jack replied, getting to his feet and standing over her. "Hold her arms up in the air, Kevin, while I get this dress over her head."
Sue Ellen fought with every ounce of her being, but the two strong boys overpowered her. Jack stepped on her feet and held them to the floor while he pulled her skirt up around her waist. Kevin made her lean forward so Jack could get to the zipper in the back and then yank the dress up over her proud, full breasts. He had to release her wrists when Jack jerked the dress over her arms, and Sue Ellen used that second to lash out blindly with her nails bent like claws. They caught in Kevin's shirt and tore the front to shreds, just barely missing the tender skin of his rib cage.
"Jesus!" Kevin exclaimed as he looked at his ripped shirt.
"You hold her," Jack said, "and well tame this little tigress. I'll give her seven inches of pure white cock, a real delicacy for a nigger bitch!"
Kevin grabbed Sue Ellen when she tried to get up and run, falling back on the couch on top of her. Maybe Jack was right, Kevin thought as he felt a tingling in his balls when his body came into contact with her warm skin and soft breasts. I never thought I'd lay a nigger, but this one is really something! He let his hands fall on her heaving breasts, cupping the swollen nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Sue Ellen tried to push him away and then spit in his face.
"You lousy bitch!" Kevin shouted, losing his temper. He pinched her nipple as hard as he could and at the same time brought his knee up between her thighs and ground it into her crotch.
Sue Ellen gasped and bit her lip to keep from crying out.
She didn't care how much they hurt her, she wasn't going to make it easy for them, wasn't going to give in like a common whore and let these filthy Ofays defile her body without paying for it.
"We'd better tie her up," Jack said, watching Kevin struggle with the strong bronze girl. "Get her on her feet and I'll let the couch out into a bed."
Kevin managed to pull the twisting, turning figure off the couch. He locked his arm around her waist and pinned her flailing arms to her side. When she tried to kick him, Kevin coiled his other arm around her neck and began cutting off her breath. She gagged and then stopped struggling. He loosened his hold and the young girl gasped for breath, mumbling every obscene word she knew.
Jack scooted the couch away from the wall and flipped the back down to turn it into a large double bed. Telling Kevin to hold her for a minute longer, he raced across the room and returned quickly with some lengths of nylon clothesline. Together they threw Sue Ellen's body on the couch and fell on top of her to hold her down. Kevin sat on her chest and held her arms while Jack expertly lashed her wrists one by one to the legs of the couch. Then they repeated this by lashing her ankles to the other end. When the last knot was tied and the young girl was completely helpless, Jack went over to one of the modern chairs and brought a thick cushion back. He cupped Sue Ellen's buttocks in his hands and lifted her body from the couch while Kevin slid the cushion under her ass.
Breathing heavily from their exertions, the two boys stood by the side of the couch and stared down at the helpless young girl. Her body, that of a goddess sculptured from rich chocolate, presented an exciting contrast to the rich beige material of the sofa-bed. Her legs, spread obscenely apart, made her muscles ripple in small spasms as she tried to twist away from their lewd gaze, and they were coated with just a hint of perspiration which made them gleam in the warm light of the room. The cushion caused her body to arch slightly, and the boys saw the exciting pink meat of her vaginal opening gleaming through the heavy matted pubic hair. They had spread her legs so far apart the lips of her vulva were open, exposing the red cuntal hole to their hungry eyes.
Kevin stared at her breasts-two firm mounds that held their proud-shape even in this grotesque position-and felt a quickening in his loins. His experience with the female body was limited, but he'd never seen more perfect breasts in his life. The nipples were like ripe berries cresting the huge temples perched on her chest, each one a brown eye which seemed to wink at him as he fixed his stare.
The arrogant Afro hair style cresting Sue Ellen's head appealed to the primitive lust coursing through Jack's veins. She reminded him of a proud animal, a captive ready to entertain her captors, a beast to be used for their pleasure. As he stared at her helpless cunt, tracing the pink lips with his eyes, Jack's penis jerked inside his tight pants. He realized this was a moment he had long waited for-a chance to show one of these black sluts what a real man was like. Slowly, almost casually, Jack began unbuttoning his shirt.
Fear made perspiration flow from Sue Ellen's pores. A panic gripped her stomach as she desperately tried to move her body. The nylon cords dug into her wrists and ankles as she fought the bonds which held her helplessly tied to the couch. Her panic increased as she watched Jack insolently undress. When he pulled his pants and shorts down, Sue Ellen couldn't help but stare at the blunt rod that sprang out rigidly before him. It was small, much smaller than those of the brothers she'd seen ... and ugly. The pale pink skin was ridged with purple veins that rippled along the short shaft. A drop of clear liquid hung from the eye in the swollen, bluish head. His balls, a crazy mixture of blue, pink and white, were repulsive to her, hanging like small marbles in a wrinkled sac covered with black curly hair.
And the odor! Ofays said black people smelled. God, they should get a whiff of themselves! His body had an odor of salt and soap, an antiseptic smell that lacked any real definition, but one that made Sue Ellen gag, nevertheless.
Her eyes went back to his penis and she watched him reach down and stroke it several times until there was a huge white drop poised at the eye. Sue Ellen shuddered, her body arching and straining at the ropes as she reacted to the very thought of having this vile creature touch her.
Kevin moved back and pulled up a chair to watch as Jack poised himself above the helpless girl. There was an aching in his groin, but Kevin did not dispute Jack's right to take and use their captive first. He watched with envy as Jack stood above the helpless girl stroking his cock. The uneasy thought that they might be caught crossed Kevin's mind and he walked over and bolted the door to guard against any unwanted interruptions.
Jack couldn't remember ever having been so excited in his life. Here was a girl he could use as he wanted. There wouldn't be any of the usual games, the stupid words and silly gestures. He didn't have to worry about making this girl happy. He could do anything he wanted ... let his body and mind go wild. All of the nigger bitches he'd seen wiggle their dirty asses and bounce their proud tits at him on the sidewalk were wrapped up in this one; black bitch!
He saw the pained, humiliated expression on her-face and it made him all the more excited. He'd teach this proud little black bitch a thing or two! Moving forward, he leaned over Sue Ellen's head and took his prick in his hand. She tried to twist away, but he grabbed her hair and held her face rigid while he moved closer and ran the head of his cock into her eyes and then rubbed it down her cheek. A trail of sticky liquid followed the head of his cock across her face, and Jack laughed when she desperately tried to snap at him with her sharp teeth. He moved down and crudely shoved his prick into her ear and made several lewd motions with his hips.
"This is how you fuck a nigger, Kevin-in the ear!"
The trail of sticky filth blazed on Sue Ellen's face. Never in her life had she been so humiliated. He was treating her like an animal-and she was absolutely helpless to stop him! Nausea flooded her stomach and she had to force herself to swallow the bile back from her throat.
There was an urgency in Jack's balls, but he wanted to do this slowly and enjoy every moment of his conquest. He knelt on the edge of the couch and poised his body above her heaving breasts, holding his surging cock in his hand and rubbing it hard against the brown velvet of her tits. The contact excited him beyond belief, and the sight of his white prick running over the deep chocolate brown skin sent tingles racing through him. He coated each of her nipples with a drop of the heavy lubricating fluid from his penis and then moved down to poke the head into her navel. She'd feel this gorgeous white prick on every inch of her black body before he was through!
Kevin couldn't help himself. The ache in his groin was so demanding he had to reach down and caress his rigid prick. This was wrong and Kevin knew that. They had no right to do this to another human being, regardless of the color of her skin. Yet all thoughts of black and white were erased from his mind as he stared at the naked body on the couch. She,, was a woman ... all woman ... and a basic instinct arose in his body. He didn't want the others to find out, but Kevin knew he had to fuck the girl. He knew he would be ashamed if he did, yet the urge was more powerful than reason or conscience. Why was Jack taking so long? Why didn't he mount her and fuck her?
Jack was now kneeling between Sue Ellen's helpless legs, studying her black-crested cunt and running his fingers around the moist lips as she squirmed and tried her best to move away from his touch. He'd held out as long as he could. His balls felt like they were ready to explode!
Sue Ellen's nails bit into her palms until she felt blood ooze around the sharp tips. The feel of his touch on her most intimate area made her skin crawl, and when she looked up into his face and saw tiny streams of saliva oozing from the corners of his mouth, she wanted to scream. The head of his cock was covered with white streaks of pre-cum as he continued stroking it, and the odor had become overpowering. Sue Ellen forced herself to breathe through her mouth to cut out as much of the offensive odor as possible. She had to bite her lips hard to keep from retching.
Kevin watched Jack guide his cock between the thick lips of her cunt and then move it around lewdly against the helpless girl's clitoris. There was a smile on his face, but Kevin knew Jack was deadly serious. He was going to ravage this girl so completely she'd never forget it as long as she lived.
The burning ache was too much for Jack. He was through playing around and he moved his cock down so that the swollen head was lodged in the tight red hole at the base of the opening to Sue Ellen's womb. Then he braced himself with his hands at her sides and jerked his hips in a hard thrust.
"Aaauuuughhhhhh!" Sue Ellen grunted as the blunt weapon rammed up her dry channel. It wasn't large, but the dryness made it seem like it was ripping her apart.
Jack smiled and pulled back until the head of his cock was once again poised at the entrance to her cunt. Then he jerked hard and lunged it all the way inside her. His balls glazed against her firm thighs as he ground his pubic hair into her heavy mat. He could feel every muscle in her body tense and ripple with exertion as she tried to free herself, but Jack went on grinding. His hips began a circular motion that rubbed the head of his cock around the inside of her cunt, and he reached up and grabbed her tits in his hands to pinch the nipples as he let the warmth of her vagina completely envelop him.
Pressing his pelvis firmly against her clitoris while his prick wallowed around at the entrance to her womb, Jack began a hard, grinding movement. He'd make her respond, get her good and hot no matter how much she hated this, before he filled her with precious white sperm!
Kevin pulled his chair around so that he was sitting slightly behind the bodies on the bed. Watching Jack stick his cock in the girl had turned Kevin on even more, and he wanted to see the heavy white piston working in and out of the pink slash. He also wanted to unbutton his pants and free his own hard weapon so he could caress it without allowing Jack to see what he was doing. This was the first time Kevin had ever watched a couple locked in intercourse, and it was having a decided effect on him. He pulled his cock out and began stroking it gently as he stared at Jack's bails bouncing freely about as the boy pistoned in and out of the black cunt.
Sue Ellen tried to force her mind away from her body, pretending that this wasn't happening to her. She closed her eyes to shut out the vision of the ugly pig on top of her and gritted her teeth against the pain. Yet her sensual body betrayed her. No matter how much she hated this Ofay, no matter how hard she tried to blot him out of her mind, his grinding motion against her clitoris was arousing her. She could feel the tingling sensation begin in her loins. Her nipples began to burn with that fire which flowed through her body whenever she made love, and she gasped when they became taut and popped up. What was the matter with her? She was being raped! She couldn't enjoy this ... react to a white pig like this. Yet her body lacked her mental definition between black and white. Hers was the body of a sensual woman and it was reacting to the electric stimulus of a male.
She wouldn't let him know. He wasn't going to have the pleasure and satisfaction of knowing that he had aroused a need in her, that her body was tuning itself to his! Sue Ellen despised herself for what was happening to her body, hated herself for giving in to her weakness for sex. She gritted her teeth and turned her head away as he began lunging long, hard thrusts up her cunt.
Jack had been very deliberate, gauging himself carefully to obtain every last bit of pleasure. Several times he had been close to exploding into the depths of her womb, but he slowed down and held himself back. He knew she was getting hot. He saw her nipples become erect and pop up and he could feel that slight movement in her hips as she began meeting each long thrust with a twist of her body.
He pulled back until his cock was completely free of the warm sleeve of her cunt. With satisfaction flowing through him like a heavy wine, he watched her open her eyes and look up at him in dismay. He took his prick and began rubbing the tip against the tight bud of her clitoris, massaging it until she was almost moaning.
"Like that, Nigger Bitch?" he asked with a cruel smile on his lips. "Want some more of that white meat pounding inside your black twat? "
Sue Ellen nodded her head, too ashamed of her desire to speak.
"Tell me!" he snapped, rubbing her clitoris all the harder.
"Yes!" she moaned.
"Want to be fucked? " Jack asked in a teasing tone. "Yes! Yes, Whitey, fuck me. FUCK ME!"
"Please."
"PLEASE!" she gasped. "Fuck me. Lay that miserable cock to me, you white bastard!"
Jack laughed and placed his cock at the entrance to her hot pussy again. He reared back and lunged down hard, sinking it to the base and bouncing his balls hard off the firm cheeks of her ass.
Giving up all pretense, Sue Ellen allowed her animal desire to take control of her body. She'd show him what real fucking was like! Shifting weight from her buttocks, she arched her body and began meeting each of his hard thrusts with a firm, grinding motion so his lunging cock touched every inch of the inner walls of her hot cunt.
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" she grunted in a chant that drove Kevin wild as he watched. He had to stop stroking his penis when he felt the blood rush through his balls and his pulse beat wildly in his shaft. He knew he was close to exploding, and he wanted to save that for her.
Jack had now lost all control. Even though she was his slave, she was also his master. Her cunt held his cock in a tight grip, squeezing and teasing as he jammed it in and out of her helpless body and his balls began to pulse and throb.
"Harder, you miserable Ofay!" she chanted. "Fuck me like a man. Make me feel it! Ooooooohhhh! That's it! That's it!"
A low, almost pleading, moan escaped from Jack's tight throat as he felt his balls poise and then explode. He wanted her to stop, to freeze for that moment while his cock was gushing forth its river of cum inside her, but she kept on grinding away and his pleasure was doubled. Cum spewed forth from the head of his prick like gushes of water from a mighty dam, and she seemed to be milking his weapon dry as she squeezed and pulled on it by expanding and contracting the strong muscles of her vaginal tract.
No longer able to control himself, Kevin jumped up from the chair and began ripping his clothes off. He popped two of the buttons on his shirt as he jerked it from his body, and his fingers fumbled for long moments with his belt buckle. He was so hot he couldn't stand it another minute. Jack's cock was sunk all the way inside the helpless girl's belly, and there was a river of thick white cum oozing out around the base as she continued wiggling and squirming beneath him. Kevin had to sink his prick into her now!
CHAPTER FIVE
Howard showed his first signs of fatigue as he made his way down the stairs to the basement. His head was throbbing where the doctor had taken three stitches that morning to seal the gash where Mark's shoe had ruptured his skin, and the muscles in his side ached. His anger and desire for revenge had kept him moving about all day long, looking for the cats he wanted to round up. He'd spent just a few minutes with each one, telling them about the rumble this morning, but he knew most of them would show up tonight. None of them needed any real urging to take a crack at Whitey.
"How's the neck?" He greeted Jason as he walked into the dark room. "Man, how about some light in here?"
"Hit the chain, Howard. I was just sitting in the dark to relax."
"Your neck okay? "
"It's sore, man, but I think I'll be okay tomorrow. I went down to the gym and ol' Sammy rubbed the hell out of it. He made me sit in a hot bath and soak my neck for over an hour and then rubbed it like hell again. Said they really bruised my muscles. I'm supposed to go back for some more heat and another rub in the morning, but Sammy says I'll be ail right in a couple of days."
"That Sammy is a good man."
"You know it! He never asked for a dime and he really cared about how much it hurt. Even gave me a pill to take to get some sleep tonight."
Howard found the chain hanging from the light and bathed the room in a soft glow with a jerk of his wrist. Jason was stretched out on the bed staring at the ceiling, his body completely relaxed.
"How'd you do with the cats?" he asked.
"Found everyone but Laughin' Joe. Esther said his old lady was sick and he went up to El Cerito to see her. Hell be back tomorrow, she said. The rest will be at the garage for the meeting tonight. Most of them are thirsty for some white blood after what I told them."
"How about Chester? "
"He do like it. You know him, Jason, he always wants to be cautious."
"Scared? "
"Naw, he ain't scared. He can be as mean as any of us. He just don't like to get anything started. But he agrees we gotta do something after the attack this morning."
Howard picked up a crumpled pack of cigarettes from the floor beside Jason and searched through the paper for the remaining smoke. He lighted up and then crawled onto his own mattress to let his body unwind.
"Hurt?" Jason asked, looking at his friend and roommate.
"Sore as hell all over, man. They really laid it to me."
"How's the head?"
"Throbbing like I'd been on a six-day drunk. The doc took three stitches, and he said it wasn't too bad."
"Those lousy bastards!"
"Amen, brother, amen!"
"You think it's safe to sleep here tonight?" Jason asked.
"I'd like it a whole lot better if we had a door that closed ... a door we could lock."
"I don't think they'll come back tonight. We must have hurt one of them pretty bad with all that blood we had on the floor."
"I hope we killed the motherfucker!"
"Well get our licks in, baby, don't worry."
"What are them bastards trying to prove, anyway?" Howard asked between tight lips as he fought the pain in his head. "It's their fuckin' world. Man, they got it all their way! The law's theirs, the stores-everything. We ain't got a chance in this society of theirs, so why do they have to come after us? We have to fight and scratch and claw just to keep alive in this fuckin' town. We sure don't need them hungry mothers working us over!"
"That's why we don't get nowhere with all that non-violent shit!" Jason said grimly. "You make the non-violent scene and dey throw you scraps ... little bones like a job here and a promise of integration there. Just token crap to make 'em feel good and look good to those who demand equality, just to soothe their conscience. No, man, you got to put 'em down, kick the shit out of 'em, spill some bloody guts on the sidewalk! Then dey know you 're there. When dey gotta worry about you rippin' open their stomach as dey walk the street, dey get off their asses and get somethin' done."
"Yeah, call out the pigs and the National Guard!"
Howard commented sarcastically.
"Sure, man, dey hit back. That's only natural. But dey start thinkin', too. And when they think, they give a little. Someday the mothers might recognize we're human beings, who knows? Meanwhile, baby, it's war."
Howard propped himself up on an elbow and took one last drag on his cigarette. 'Think they'll hit us here again tonight, Jason?"
"I don't know. You hear anything about Sue Ellen?"
"Nope. I figure they put the snatch on her. She don't just disappear like that."
"If dey snatched her, dey won't hit us here again tonight."
"Why not?"
"Dey got her to draw us to them, so dey won't come after us."
"You mean they want her for bait?"
"Right."
"Think they're building up to a real rumble?"
"If dey got Sue Ellen, couldn't be nothin' else."
"What are we going to do?"
"I can tell you what we're not goin' to do. We're not goin' to fall for any trap dey lay. We're goin' to kick the living shit out of 'em, but on our own ground and when we're ready. The first thing we got to do is find out who is back of all this. Dey know us, but we don't know them. You have any luck with that?"
"The Crab is working on it for me. Jason, I ached so much by the time I'd made the rounds I just didn't have it in me to go any farther. The Crab said he'd find out what the word around was."
Jason sat up and moved his head from side to side to see how painful it was. 'That's the first thing, Howard. We gotta know who's after us. When we know that, we do some equalizing and then well see how we can hit them before they hit us."
"We already know who some of them are, Jason."
"Yeah, man, but I want to know who all the big ones are, who finances them, where they meet, where they're weak. Come on, Howard, let's head up to Bertha's and hang some food on. I'm hungry, and that meeting's only an hour away. Did you tell the Crab we'd be up at Bertha's?"
"Right, and he said he's see us there or at the garage tonight."
The two boys walked up the steps cautiously and slightly flattened themselves against the wall before edging around to study the street. Once they were sure the street was safe, they crawled under the chain and ambled down the sidewalk. Evening was settling on San Francisco. The street was bathed in semidarkness and the city lights hadn't come on yet. They heard the distant wailing of foghorns and knew it would be damp later on.
"Let's take the short cut," Howard suggested.
"Not tonight," Jason responded. "My neck is a mess and I don't want to take no chances. Well go over by Filmore."
The short cut would take them through Albert's Alley, a dead-end passage between two tenement buildings. At the end they'd have to climb trash cans and old crates to clear the brick wall and land in the yard behind old man Carter's. It saved them six blocks, but Jason didn't want to climb and jump with his neck hurting the way it was. Thinking about it, Howard agreed with him and they set a slow pace down Filmore toward Bertha's kitchen, one of the few places that served soul food and a place when Jason could always eat on credit.
The Crab, a thin seventeen-year-old youth with coal black skin and long, gangling arms and legs, met them when they were just finishing a huge dinner. He told them what he'd learned-that Jack was the leader of the Society, that Kevin, Mark, Pete, Bill and Fred were members, and that they all met in a room above the garage at Kevin's fancy home in Pacific Heights.
"They got a bunch of chicks that hang around with them," the Crab continued, "and there's a guy named Mickey, but no one knows who he is."
"What do you know about this Kevin cat and his family? " Jason asked.
"His father's rich, some kind of big shot. Kevin's got his own car. He has a sister, Mary, and they say she hangs around with the Society. She's younger, I think."
"What about the other white chicks? " Jason asked.
"Don't know who they are. Oh, there's Joan. You know her. She's the brunette we had in English at high school, the tough one. Remember, she's wilder than hell. Shell fuck anything, even a snake if you II hold its head, and then shell spit in the cat's eye afterward."
"She ain't nobody. Just Ofay trash. But this Mary might be just what we need."
"What you got in mind, Jason?" Howard asked, sipping the heavy chicory coffee he'd laced with four teaspoons of sugar. "You want to get even and snatch one of their chicks?"
"Exactly. Then nobody will have any advantage. Well start out even."
The Crab and Howard stared at Jason's hand as his fingers deliberately twisted a spoon until it was unrecognizable, and they both realized for the first time just how angry Jason was about the loss of Sue Ellen.
"Come on," Jason announced, dropping the spoon back to the table and climbing off the bench. "We gotta split. The others will be waiting."
They walked briskly to the old brick house on Fell Street that served as a doctor's office and private clinic. The basement beneath the building had been converted into a parking garage for the doctor's clients, but his offices closed at six o'clock. The night watchman was one of the brothers and kept the garage open for their meeting.
When they arrived they found two dozen of San Francisco's toughest young Negroes gathered in the garage waiting for them. Chester was there, but he stood to one side. It was obvious that he didn't approve of the boys Howard had rounded up.
Greetings were exchanged quietly, then Jason squatted down on the cold cement floor and leaned his back against the wall to give his neck support. Slowly and quietly, he explained what had happened to date. Then he told them he was forming a gang to fight back, a gang he called The Tribe. He out-lined his plans and asked for suggestions.
"Why don't we burn this Kevin's house to the ground?" Carlos said. 'That would put the fear of God into them."
"No good," Jason replied softly. 'That would bring the pigs after us in swarms. Besides, it ain't easy to burn a good house down. Too many chances of gettin' caught."
"I agree with Jason," Chester added.
"I think you're right about snatching one of their chicks," Franky said. "It will make them think twice about hurting Sue Ellen."
"That shouldn't be too hard," Chester said. "We set four or five guys on the street and grab her the first time she shows her face."
"What if she's got someone with her?" Howard asked.
"Then we lay it to them hard and snatch her anyway," Jason said. "Okay, that's settled. We go for this Mary chick."
Jason called for volunteers and chose the five he felt he could trust. They were told to keep a close watch on the Society headquarters and report back anything they could find out, especially the identity of any of the members. The Crab gave them Kevin's address and a general description of Mary, and they set out while the meeting continued.
"I think we know when they'll hit again," Chester said.
"When?" Jason asked.
"Think, man," Chester said. "The first time they hit us was when we were demonstrating. They had it all wired, knew where we'd be, when, and how many of us would be there. The second hit was just to snatch Sue Ellen and do whatever damage they could. But Sue Ellen was the target."
"So?"
"So they'll hit us at a demonstration, or at least that's where they'll make their move. For some reason they feel they need a hostage to lure us to some spot of their own choosing. But you can look for them to hit on a demonstration. It makes sense, Jason. The public and the pigs don't like demonstrations, right? So if they hit us there they have public support. It makes them look like heroes."
"Chester's right," the Crab agreed, nodding his head vigorously.
"When's your next demonstration, Jason?" Cal, a heavy-set Negro who'd been a part-time boxer until the mob had worked him over for refusing to take a dive, demanded.
"It's set for tomorrow night," Howard replied. "Down at the bus depot."
"Mission Street?"
"Right."
"They wouldn't want to hit you there," Cal said. 'Too many brothers in the area and too many pigs around."
"That's why they want Sue Ellen," Chester said softly.
"Okay, okay," Jason murmured. "I get the message. Well put the word out that the demonstration is canceled."
"Play it cool, Jason," Chester advised. "Don't say anything until we've made the snatch on their chick. Well have her before noon tomorrow. Once we've got her, then let it be known the demonstration is canceled. That'll force their hand. They'll have to make their play and well be ready for them. And maybe the Ofay chick will tell us what their plans are. If we know what they've got in mind, maybe we'll want to go on with the demonstration and lay a trap of our own."
There were grunts of approval for Chester's suggestion, and everybody agreed this was the best plan of action.
"Meanwhile," Cal added, "you two cats had better find a new pad."
"You think they'll hit our place again?" Howard asked anxiously.
"Not right now, maybe," Cal said, "but once we have their chick they'll be out in force. And it don't do no good to let the enemy know where you live. We gotta hold the chick somewhere, and it's gotta be a place they don't know."
"He's right, Jason," Chester agreed. "Okay," Jason said. "Anybody got any suggestions?"
"How about the locker room at the stadium?" the Crab asked.
"No good," Jason said. "Too many pigs nearby, and we been run out of there twice. That's one of the places dey'll look."
"There's the old gym behind the recreation hall," Cal suggested. 'They moved most of the equipment out of there to the new place last month and it's locked up now."
"Can we get in?" Howard asked.
"Ain't nowhere we can't get in, man!" Cal laughed.
CHAPTER SIX
Mary shook her head and tried to adjust her mind to this new concept of her brother Kevin. She was cleaning up the remains of the chicken dinner they had ordered from the Flying Chicken delivery service, stuffing the cardboard plates and plastic forks into the huge sacks for Mickey to carry out to the garbage. The meeting was over now and most of the boys had gone home. Everything was set for the raid at the bus terminal tomorrow night and they'd worked things out in great detail.
She still couldn't forget the sight of her brother when she walked in this afternoon. Mary had thought it strange that the door was bolted, but Jack let her in when she knocked. And the first thing she saw was Kevin standing naked over the prone body of the girl on the couch. His penis was still partially erect and an icicle of ooze hung dripping obscenely from the crimson tip.
He blushed, then rushed into the bathroom when he saw Mary, but it was perfectly obvious what had happened.
Mary had never seen a man naked before, not even her brother, and that shocked her. It surprised her even more that her brother would do such a thing, especially with a girl helplessly tied down. That was rape! Mary would have expected it of some of the others, but it never dawned on her that Kevin would do such a thing.
It also embarrassed her to see the poor girl tied naked to the couch for everybody to see during the meeting when there were almost twenty boys in the room. And the crude comments they made about her! The way they walked up casually and fondled her nude body!
For the first time, Mary had been exposed to the harsh reality of what they were doing-and she wasn't sure she liked it at all.
Joan reacted completely differently, joining the boys in their vulgar remarks and even fondling the helpless girl's breasts in front of everybody. Mary expected something like that from Joan, and at times she wished she could be more like her strong friend.
"Got it ready? " Mickey asked, coming up behind Mary. "I've got to split."
"All ready, Mickey," she responded, handing him the three large sacks of garbage. "And thanks."
"See you tomorrow morning, Mick," Jack said.
"Okay. Wish I could stay and cut me a little hunk of that dark meat, but my old man's on the war path tonight. See you all later."
Jack looked quickly at Mary and saw her blush at Mickey's remark. Kevin had seen the look, too, and he came over.
"Look, Mary," Kevin said softly. "You don't have to hang around here tonight. Those who've remained are simply going to talk and have some fun, so why don't you go over to the house and rest? "
"I think it's a good idea, too, Mary," Jack added, knowing that at least one or two of the guys would want to get a hunk of Sue Ellen's ass before they went home.
"I'm not as innocent as you may think, Kevin!" Mary snapped.. "And, after all, there are hardly any secrets between us after this afternoon, are there? "
She watched him blush and was pleased to see that he was at least a little ashamed of what she had seen. But Mary had made up her mind. She either had to come out of her shell and be a true member of the Society or quit and give it all up. She didn't know which she wanted, but she knew she couldn't continue hiding her head. Tonight might just help her decide, and she was determined to stay and watch whatever they did.
"Well...." Kevin tried to protest.
"Look, Kevin," Mary interrupted, "I know what you're going to do. Some of you are going to make love to that girl. It doesn't matter to me, but I'm going to stay!"
"Suit yourself," Kevin mumbled, walking away with a disturbed look on his face.
Jack was even more upset, but he had enough sense to know it wouldn't do to argue with Mary at this point. If she stayed, it would just mean that he would have to keep out of the action. He had planned on fucking the black bitch again with everybody watching, but Jack didn't want Mary to see him like that. It would ruin any chances he might have with her. There would always be another time.
Besides Kevin and Jack, three boys, Mark, Hal and Jim, had remained in the room after the others had left. Joan was also there, a strange look coming into her eyes every time she looked at Sue Ellen's naked body on the couch. They began talking and joking with each other, and soon Kevin was rolling grass for everyone.
Mary had tried marijuana only three times since Kevin began using it to relax his nerves. She wasn't sure she liked it. Pot made her too gay, too carefree and light-headed. She didn't completely trust herself when she smoked a number, so she usually begged off. But tonight she didn't hesitate a second when Kevin offered her one. If she was going to see this through, it would be better if she was half-stoned at least!
Joan refused, which seemed odd to Mary. Joan was always ready for pot!
While the drug gradually took effect, the group rehashed their plan for the following night. Then, as each member began to feel his body become lighter, the conversation took many directions. Before long they were talking quite frankly about sex. Mary was surprised she could listen without blushing to the language they were using and the acts they described, but she seemed to be able to take it all in her stride.
Kevin was hesitant when one of the boys asked him about his laying Sue Ellen that afternoon, but a combination of the pot and Mary's attitude caused him to let his guard down and he boasted of how he'd poured the cock to her.
"I've always wanted to change my luck," Jim said with a laugh. He was a large boy, over six-feet tall with a muscular body, but none of the girls would have anything to do with him They said he was ugly; his broken nose and the scar on his cheek from high school football gave him the appearance of a street fighter who'd lost more fights than he had won. Jim was also a boy who seldom took a bath, and this didn't help endear him to the girls. He looked and was dirty.
"Well," Kevin said with a silly grin creeping over his face at the thought of his innocent sister watching the nigger get laid, "why don't you?"
"You kidding, Kevin?" Jim asked.
"Hell no! There she is, all tied up and waiting for you. Unless you're bashful, have at it."
"Jim's not bashful, are you, Jim?" Joan cooed, coming over and placing her arm around the big boy, "I'd like to see you fuck that little bitch silly, Jim. Will you do it for me?"
Jim looked around the room, his eyes stopping at Mary for a moment. Mary hid her disgust and smiled at him.
"If no one really minds...."Jim started.
"No one minds, Jim baby," Joan said. "Tell you what, I'll even get it up for you."
Joan dropped quickly to her knees and opened Jim's fly before he could move. Her expertly trained hand flew inside and sought his penis, drawing it out like a hunk of garden hose. She fondled it for a moment while the others watched and then moved her head forward to take it in her mouth.
Jim looked down at the pretty brunette sucking his cock and felt electricity surge through his system. His limp prick quickly changed into a steel rod in Joan's well-trained mouth. Jim looked over at the prone body of the beautiful Negress tied to the couch and studied her graceful form while Joan went on racing her tongue and lips up and down his shaft.
Mary couldn't help it. She blushed at this open display of sensuality. To hide her embarrassment, she quietly moved over to the corner of the room behind the group and sat down in a large lounge chair. When she passed Kevin, he offered her another joint and she readily accepted.
Jim was hot. Joan's mouth was more educated than any girl's he had ever experienced, and he had to push her head away from his crotch before he exploded. He quickly pulled off his chino slacks and sport shirt and staggered over to the couch. Looking down at the beautiful brown body openly displayed and waiting for him, Jim's hand automatically went to his cock. He stroked himself as he allowed his eyes to wander all over Sue Ellen's naked body. He reached out and grasped one of her breasts in his hand and squeezed it. The firm flesh excited him and he played with her nipple for a moment.
Sue Ellen looked up at the boy with contempt in her eyes. She wanted to scream, "I'll bet this is the only way you can get a piece of ass, you ugly son of a bitch!" but she knew it would do her no good to antagonize him. She hoped her look of contempt would slow him down, but the bastard wasn't paying any attention to her eyes. His gaze was ravishing her defenseless body and Sue Ellen knew she would be raped again. This time she would not respond! She promised herself that. This Ofay mother would have to get his fun off all by himself! How many times would she have to go through this?
Jim could control his urge no longer. The fire in his groin demanded release and he climbed up on the couch and placed himself on his knees between the helpless girl's thighs. Her cuntal opening reminded him of a cherry on top of a chocolate sundae, and he stared at it while his fingers fumbled between the lips of her pussy for her clitoris. When he found it, he began manipulating it the way his sister had taught him. He knew what it took to turn a girl on, and he wanted this one to be a wild lay!
Sue Ellen squirmed under his vile touch, biting her lips and forcing her mind blank so she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of responding to his crude foreplay. No matter what, she was determined that her body would not betray her this time.
Jim saw what she was doing, but he didn't care. All that mattered was sinking his cock inside her belly. What the hell did he care if she enjoyed it? He pulled the lips of her vagina open roughly and moved forward to lodge his cock at the entrance to her cunt. She tried to wiggle her body, but he placed his hands on her waist and held her down while he moved his prick in tiny circles at the opening to her canal.
She was still wet and sticky from receiving heavy loads from both Kevin and Jack, but that only added to Jim's excitement.
"Ready, Nigger?" he asked in a sarcastic voice as he reared back and prepared for his initial thrust. He looked around before he plunged and was pleased to see that all eyes in the room were on him. Then he brought his body down with force and sent his hard cock racing up inside the helpless girl's prone body.
"Uuuggghhhh!" Sue Ellen groaned, unable to control the urge to cry out when she felt Jim's prick jab deep into her womb. The sound was music to Jim's ears. He wanted to punish her, and her groan told him he was succeeding. He pulled back and again thrust a mighty lunge deep inside her.
Mary wanted to close her eyes, but she couldn't. She'd never seen a couple locked in intercourse before, and the sight of Jim's hard body poised above the beautiful girl fascinated her. She could almost imagine what the girl felt as she tried to put herself in Sue Ellen's position. Was it good? Did it hurt? She watched his gleaming shaft work its way between the distended lips of Sue Ellen's cunt, his balls flashing against her tawny thighs as they bounced madly about. There was a strange tingling sensation growing in Mary's loins and she reached down to scratch herself.
Mark was also aroused as he watched Jim fuck the young girl. His cock was straining against his pants and he rubbed himself for a moment. Joan was sitting next to him on the bench and he put his arm around her. She looked down and saw the bulge in his pants and suddenly had an idea of how she could add to what she planned to do. She reached over and grasped Mark's cock in her hand and began massaging it while she blew in his ear. Mark reacted immediately.
"How about giving me some head like you did Jim? " he suggested.
Joan didn't say a word, dropping her head into his lap and pulling his hard prick out to place it between her warm lips. Mark almost came the first minute, watching Jim sock his cock to Sue Ellen and having his own prick sucked by Joan's educated mouth. She recognized the signs and slowed down.
"I could use a little cock up me," she whispered in Mark's ear. "Why not pour it to me like Jim is giving it to that nigger bitch? "
Mark needed no urging. He helped Joan pull her clothes off and then undressed quickly. Joan placed herself on the bench with her legs spread and Mark mounted her. She used her hand to guide him into her hot cunt and then locked her legs around his waist as he set up a hard lunging motion that almost knocked both of them to the floor.
Mary's attention wavered from the couch to the bench. Joan had her face turned toward Mary, and her expression was one of pure delight. Mary watched Mark's hips work like pile drivers as he fucked her very deliberately. She could see Joan's eyes glaze over with an expression which left no doubt in her mind that Joan was in a completely different world and enjoying every second of it.
Taking a long drag from the smoldering joint between her fingers, Mary allowed her free hand to work its way up under her skirt. Her fingers slipped under the elastic binding of her panties and soon they were caressing the virginal lips of her cunt as she watched the two erotic ballets take place before her eyes. She hadn't done this since she-began high school, but Mary had no control whatsoever over her desires at this point. She was moist between the lips of her vulva and she let her finger make exciting contact with the erect bud of her clitoris. Tiny electric shocks raced through Mary's virginal body and she leaned back in the lounge chair to caress herself while she watched the others become even more frantic in their games of sex.
Jim had his full weight on Sue Ellen now, plunging his surging cock in and out like a piston gone wild. His hips had set up a hard pumping motion that made his balls bang and slap against Sue Ellen's firm buttocks. Without mercy, he ground his pelvis against her clitoris and his body filled with a surge of pride when he felt the first tiny quakes which told him she was beginning to respond.
For a while Sue Ellen believed she had won her battle, that she wouldn't respond to what this beast was doing to her. The stench of his unwashed body made her nostrils flare and she had to choke back a desire to vomit. She kept reminding herself that he was raping her, taking her like an animal, but in the end, her body once again betrayed her. She felt it first when her nipples became taut. He had reached up with his hands and was massaging the soft tip of her breasts.
Then it came in her crotch. The grinding had hurt at first, but now it was becoming a burning demand. She knew her clitoris was erect, and Sue Ellen began moving her hips to prolong the contact.
Her final submission came when the channel of her vagina began vibrating as he pumped his penis deeper and deeper with each succeeding stroke. She cursed herself and then began moving her hips to meet each thrust with a circular movement that ran his cock over every inch of the inner walls of her cunt.
"Pour it to her, Jim!" Jack cried, turning to the side so that the bulge in his pants would not be visible to Mary. He'd been watching Mary as she played with herself while she took in the erotic scenes around her, and Jack was doubly excited. What he'd seen had convinced him she was a passionate girl-one who would truly respond in bed.
Joan had paced herself carefully, turning to watch Jim on top of the Negress while Mark continued fucking her. She could tell whenever Mark approached the danger point of coming and Joan slowed down. She wanted this timed perfectly. To do what she had in mind, she had to make sure Mark came just after Jim finished with the girl.
She knew that moment was fast approaching. God, Jim was really humping her! He had his hands on her tits, squeezing and rubbing, while his hips pounded against her belly with the force of heavy hammers. Joan could see the girl's head flying back and forth and knew by the expression in her eyes that she was gripped by an intense orgasm. When Joan saw Jim's body arch and freeze for a moment, she knew from experience that his balls had unleashed the flood and were gushing forth his cum into the black girl's belly.
Gripping Mark's waist tightly with her legs, Joan slipped her hand beneath her ass and reached out to grab Mark's balls. Her older sister had taught her this was a way to make a man come when you wanted a full flood inside you. She cupped his swaying balls in her hand and began massaging them as she ground her body up against his.
"Jeeeesssssuuuussss!" Mark shouted, his entire body melting like wax as Joan pumped his balls in her hand and squeezed his prick in the tight pulsating sleeve of her cunt. The sensation was so intense, Mark blacked out for a moment as he gushed rivers of thick cum into Joan's body.
Mary gasped when she reached her own climax under her caressing fingers. In her relaxed, euphoric state, she hadn't expected it, and the pleasant feeling swept through her like a fire out of control.
When she opened her eyes, Mary saw something strange happening. Jim had pulled himself off of the girl on the couch and was sitting in a chair lighting a joint. Mary couldn't help staring for a moment at his limp penis. It reminded her of Kevin's when, she'd walked in this afternoon, partially erect but hanging limp and dripping with heavy white liquid. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Joan push Mark away from her and rise to stagger over to the couch. The expression on Joan's face made Mary shift her gaze to watch the attractive brunette.
Jack was also watching Joan. What in the hell was she up to? She was holding her knees tightly together and had a funny expression on her face. Realizing something was about to happen, the others also turned quietly to watch Joan as she approached the defenseless girl tied to the couch.
Without saying a word, Joan climbed up on the sofa and carefully straddled the girl's body. Then she lowered herself to her knees, cradling Sue Ellen's head between her thighs.
Sue Ellen was panicked. What was this Ofay bitch doing? Joan had captured her head between her thighs and all Sue Ellen could see was the ugly white snatch staring straight down into her face. The black curly hair was wet and the pink gash oozed thick streams of Mark's cum. Joan's asshole was on a level with Sue Ellen's eyes, the small brown opening nestled between the stark white cheeks of the white girl's ass. Joan's voice, cold and determined, interrupted Sue Ellen's thoughts and sent fear racing through her when she heard the hatred echoed in the tone.
"All right, Nigger," Joan rasped, "get busy and swab out my pussy with your tongue. Suck it dry, then make me come with a good eating!"
"NO!" Sue Ellen gasped, the horrible demand causing her to break her rule of absolute silence.
"You heard me, Nigger. You're going to clean up Mark's delicious cum from my cunt, then you're going to eat me off. Now, get busy!"
Sperm began to ooze out of the ugly pink slit and dropped on Sue Ellen's captive face. The odor of sex was overpowering, wafting down from the cunt poised just inches from her nose.
"NO! "Sue Ellen grunted.
Joan was facing Sue Ellen's feet and casually reached down with her hand to touch the black girl's large, heaving breast. Jack saw Joan insert her thumbnail just below the flesh of the girl's nipple, and press in.
"Ooowwwww!" Sue Ellen screamed as the nail dug into her tender flesh.
"Get busy with that tongue!" Joan ordered. "If you don't start licking soon I'll cut your nipples off one by one with my nails!"
"Aaaaaiiiieeeeeeeee!"
Sue Ellen's scream split through the room as Joan dug her nail into the young girl's nipple until a drop of blood oozed around her thumb. She couldn't stand the pain and she darted her tongue out to perform the vile act. Joan settled down so her vulva was resting on Sue Ellen's face, the moist lips grinding into the girl's tender skin.
The minute she felt Sue Ellen's tongue between the lips of her vagina, Joan relaxed her muscles and let Mark's copious flow of cum begin to escape. It ran down the walls of her cunt and splashed into Sue Ellen's face. The feeling this gave Joan was almost beyond belief. She sighed and felt her body become extremely excited.
As the girl moved about, Sue Ellen found her nose pressed firmly against Joan's asshole. She tried to move, but the brunette held her firmly pinned between her legs. It was the most filthy, disgusting thing that had ever happened to Sue Ellen. She couldn't believe anybody would do this to another human being! Yet it was happening to her. Every time she withdrew her tongue from the moist purse above her, Joan would dig her nail into her nipple again and the pain shot through her in waves.
She forced herself to endure this torture, working her tongue over the fleshy interior of Joan's vagina as best she could. By keeping her mouth open to breathe, she was able to close her nostrils to the foul odor.
Joan couldn't understand it! The girl had hardly begun and Joan was already about to climax. It was something about the way she was humiliating the girl, forcing her to do her will, that excited Joan more than anything she had ever experienced before. She wanted to drag it out, make the sweetness lat as long as possible, but her body went out of control and the spasms of orgasm swept through her like shots. She closed her eyes and threw her hands into her hair, as a river of thick cum began to gush out of her body to inundate Sue Ellen's mouth.
But this wasn't all Joan had planned for the captive hostage. As soon as her orgasm had past, Joan raised her body a few inches and placed her hands on her hips. She contracted her muscles and grunted as she strained in her squatting position.
Sue Ellen was glad to be able to breathe again, happy to be free of that hairy purse grinding into her face. She looked up at the foul thing poised above her face and swore she would one day even this score! Suddenly she couldn't believe her eyes! And before she could close either her eyes or her mouth it hit her, a steaming stream of bright yellow urine gushing down like a waterfall.
"This is what niggers are good for!" Joan shouted triumphantly. "They're good to piss on!"
Kevin turned away, embarrassed by the ugly act, but Jack watched with fascinated eyes as Joan poured a flood of yellow piss down on the helpless girl's face.
"One more thing, sweetheart," Joan whispered, dropping her body until her asshole was right above Sue Ellen's nose. Then she grunted and let out a loud, roaring fart.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Mary had to struggle to pull herself out of the bed the next morning, and only did so when the maid came into her room with the third call for breakfast. Mary's father was insistent about the family having breakfast together and she quickly had to run a brush through her golden hair and pull on a robe to rush downstairs.
It wasn't that she was actually tired. At least not physically. The bed seemed so warm and safe, a haven from any decisions she might have to make. During the past twenty-four hours everything in Mary's life seemed to have changed. There were new values to replace the old, and a great deal of soul-searching to do. No matter how bravely Mary tried to face this new concept of herself and of life, she was filled with doubts.
At breakfast she stared at Kevin to see if there was any of this confusion mirrored in his face. Although there was a sometimes vacant expression in his eyes, Kevin appeared to be poised and self-confident as he exchanged banter with his father and mother. This only served to emphasize Mary's confusion.
After breakfast she spent two hours in her bath and getting dressed, unconsciously delaying having to face the world. She only hurried when Kevin came back to the house and told her there were some things she could do for the Society, some errands that needed running.
When she left the house and walked across the yard by the pool to the back entrance of the garage, she found Kevin, Jack and Jim waiting for her.
"There's a bunch of stuff we have to pick up down at the surplus store," Kevin explained. "Some of it is heavy, so Jim will have to help get it all in the car. We'd appreciate it if you'd drive Jim down. Don't go into the store. Just park in the lot behind and wait for Jim. I don't want anybody to recognize you, understand?"
"Okay."
"Jim will show you where we want to put the stuff until tonight. It's a mechanic's shop down on Fifth Street near the terminal. Just pull in. Jim and one of the guys will unload. Then come on back in case we've got some last-minute things to do."
"Okay," Mary said impatiently, tired of having Kevin treat her like a child. "You ready, Jim?"
"Sure, let's go. I'll open the garage."
The two Negro youths at either end of the block came alert when they saw the car backing out of Kevin's driveway. Sleeping in shifts, they'd been in position all night. Although they'd been able to identify some of the boys who entered and left Kevin's home, they had yet to catch a glimpse of Mary. Chuck, the fifth member of the small task force, had gone for coffee.
"That's her!" Joe said, looking at the young face and the golden blonde hair gleaming in the sunlight.
"Who's with her?" Harper asked, squinting in the bright sun.
"Looks like that Jim Merrill, but I can't be sure. They're headin' towards Luke and Cory. Come on, well pick them up!"
Harper started the ancient Ford, and Joe jumped in the back seat. They followed Mary's car to the next corner and made a quick stop. Joe flipped the door open and Luke and Cory hopped in at a run. Harper had the Ford in motion again before Luke could even pull the door closed.
"This looks like it," Cory said.
"Yeah, don't lose them!" Luke exclaimed in an excited voice as he pulled the door closed and the car gathered speed.
"I ain't about to!" Harper said. "Not after freezing my balls off all last night waitin'."
"You gonna curb 'em?" Joe asked.
"Let's follow them for a while," Harper said. "It's broad daylight and too many eyes could catch the action. We need to find the right spot and maybe they'll lead us to it."
Mary drove carefully. Even since that car had backed into her down at the wharf, she'd been on probation as far as her father was concerned. Jim sat back in the seat relaxing as they made their way across to Geary and then headed out toward the beach. He could still feel a tingle in his balls every time he thought about laying the black girl the night before. He was almost certain nobody knew it was the first girl he had ever fucked other than his sister.
"You better cut through Golden Gate Park," Jim said. "The surplus store is in Sunset. You can go all the way down to the beach then cut back."
Neither of them noticed the old Ford behind them, and neither one had any inkling of danger as they drove slowly through the graceful, tree-lined streets of Golden Gate Park.
"They're sure taking their own sweet time!" Joe said as he checked the speedometer for the tenth time.
"How about taking them here in the park?" Cory asked.
"Too dangerous. One of those mounted pigs might ride by. And too many people. They're headed for the beach, and there are plenty of good quiet spots in the Sunset district," Harper said. "Just be patient. You got the iron back there, Joe? "
"You bet, man, and my fingers are itchin'."
"Remember, we don't hurt the chick," Harper said.
"What about the cat?" Cory asked.
"Jason don't care what happens to the cat."
"We can wipe him out?"
"Yeah," Harper replied, "but don't make noise and don't take long. We want that chick and we want to get the hell away as fast as we can."
Joe handed Luke a hunk of heavy chain then passed an iron pipe to Cory. "Harper and I will grab the chick and you two take care of the cat," he said.
The two cars wound through the park, the Ford staying five car-lengths behind Mary's Mustang. When they came to the ocean, Mary took a left and went three blocks. Then she made another left turn and headed back up into the Sunset district.
Harper was studying the street carefully, looking for an opportunity to pull them to the curb where they wouldn't be seen. Suddenly he hit the brakes as Mary pulled the Mustang into an alley and headed into the parking lot behind the surplus store. He drove down the alley and saw that Mary's was the only car in the lot.
"Couldn't be better," he muttered. "Plenty of cover from those warehouses and not a soul in sight. I'll park here at the end of the alley. Let's make it short and sweet, guys."
The four boys walked down the alley and stayed close to the building as they approached the lot.
"She's sittin' in the car alone," Joe said.
"Luke, you and Cory head for the back door to the store. When the cat comes out, put him out of action. Joe and I'll grab the chick and get her in the car. If he don't show right away, you get back to the car. We can't wait around for him. Okay?"
"Okay."
"Let's go!"
Lost in her thoughts, Mary wasn't aware of the Negroes until they yanked open the doors to the Mustang and grabbed her arm. She opened her mouth to scream, but a heavy black hand cupped her mouth. Rough hands jerked her from the car and iron arms held her.
A ray of hope gleamed in her frightened eyes as she saw Jim come walking out the door of the store. Then she saw the two Negroes flattened against the building at the sides of the door.
Jim saw the two boys struggling with Mary and he broke into a trot. When he saw it coming, it was already too late. Luke whipped the heavy chain through the air with a full swing of his powerful arm. Jim heard the sound of rushing air and saw the chain moments before it crashed into his face.
Mary retched when she saw Jim's face explode and blood spurt in all direction. Bits of teeth-white, coated with red blood-flew everywhere.
Stunned, his body not reacting to the pain immediately, Jim staggered forward. Luke came around behind him and grabbed his arms and pulled them back. Cory moved in with the pipe, dropping it to the ground and then bringing it up between Jim's legs with a vicious thrust. The tip of the heavy pipe caught Jim in the testicles, causing him to black out with the pain. Blood began soaking the crotch of his slacks as his groin hemorrhaged.
Swinging the pipe through the air, Cory landed a crushing blow on Jim's head as he sank to the cement. Again, bones and blood splattered in all directions.
"Okay, that's enough," Harper snapped. "He's done. Let's get this chick in the car and get our black asses out of here before all hell breaks loose!"
They picked up Mary and carried her at a fast trot across the parking lot, Joe holding his hand firmly clasped over her mouth to keep her from sounding the alarm.
Mary was thrown roughly into the center of the back seat, with Joe and Luke climbing in on either side of her. Luke held his hand over her mouth, speaking softly.
"Look, Mary, one word out of you and well slit your throat from ear to ear-understand?"
They knew her name! This had all been planned! The memory of what she had seen them do to Jim sent panic racing through her veins. These were killers, and Mary was certain they wouldn't hesitate a second to murder her. She shook her head to indicate she understood, her eyes wide with fear as she looked at the boys in the car.
"Better keep your hand over her mouth, Luke," Harper warned. "AH we need is for her to let out a scream at some busy corner and well have the pigs after us in a second!"
Harper threw the Ford into gear and eased out of the alley.
"Maybe she ought to be down out of sight," Cory suggested, wiping the blood off his hands where Jim had splattered him. "Some Ofay might spot her with us and remember the car."
"Cory's got something there," Harper agreed. "Get her down on the floorboards, Luke. We don't want nobody spotting this car!"
Luke signaled Joe and together they pushed Mary's body to the floor. Luke's hand slipped away from Mary's mouth for a moment and he was pleased to see that she didn't try to yell.
Harper was certain Jim Merrill was dead, and this made him all the more cautious as he chose streets with the least amount of traffic. He avoided Golden Gate Park and headed straight east through Sunset.
"Hey, man," Joe exclaimed. "This little Ofay has got a nice body on her. Look at these tits!" He reached down and rudely cupped one of Mary's breasts in his hand. "You think maybe Jason will let us poke her a bit? "
"That's for Jason to say," Harper snapped. "You keep your hands off her, hear? Our Job is to bring her in, and she has to be in good shape. So you leave off!"
"A little black cock never hurt anybody," Joe protested with mock sarcasm. "Luke, you ever hear of a black cock hurtin' a girl?"
"Can't say as I have," Luke responded with" a laugh.
"Why, we could slip it to her while we're drivin' along," Joe continued. "It would probably put her in a real sweet frame of mind by the time Jason sees her. Yeah, man it might make her real friendly!"
"Knock it off back there!" Harper said, joining the others in a nervous laugh.
It seemed to Mary like they drove for over an hour before Harper finally eased the old Ford into an alley behind the recreation center. All she could see were the powerful legs of her captors and she had no idea where she was.
Cory slipped out of the car and checked the building while the others waited.
"Okay," he whispered at the window. "Howard and Jason are waiting inside. The coast is clear, but two of us had better block the alley so nobody walkin' along the street happens to see her when you take her in."
Mary was lifted from the floor and quickly carried along the alley and through the door at the back of a huge building.
"Good work!" Howard commented, slapping Joe and Luke on the backs. "In there, and then down the hall. There's nobody here, but keep her quiet! Jason is waiting at the door to the old gym."
Mary heard the boards of the unused building creak under foot as she was carried down the dark corridor. She was frightened out of her wits, but she offered no resistance. What good would it do to fight them? they would surely kill her if she tried to escape or even screamed. The vision of Jim sinking to the parking lot with his face a bloody pulp made her shudder.
"Toss her in there," Jason ordered, throwing open the door to the locker rooms. "The windows are all boarded up and she can't cause us no trouble."
Mary was thrust through the door so hard that she fell to her knees when they let go of her body. She turned just in time to see the door shut behind her.
Softly, she began to sob. Then her body began to shake hysterically as she was unable to erase the vision of Jim dying before her eyes. When her stomach began to retch, Mary crawled quickly to one of the men's urinals and bent her head over. It seemed she couldn't stop. The bile cascaded from her mouth in torrents, leaving her weak.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sue Ellen was defeated. She sat on the couch with her head between her hands, staring at the floor and wishing she were dead. The only other person in the Society headquarters was Kevin, and he sat across the room reading a current issue of Road and Track. They had untied her an hour ago after she screamed, begged and pleaded with them, but now she despised herself for her weakness.
She'd reached the breaking point this morning after three of the members had taken her one after another before they set off on their errands for the day. Her body still ached from being tied to the couch for so long and the inside of her vagina felt raw. She had steeled her nerves, telling herself she could take it, but her body weakened. It was too much for any human being. Sue Ellen could still feel the ropes biting into her wrists and ankles and there were ugly welts to remind her of her torture.
She pleaded with them, promising she wouldn't try to escape and even agreed to become their slave and do whatever they told her without question, before they finally relented and untied her.
Despite all that had happened to her, she still felt embarrassed about her nakedness. She'd pleaded with them for her dress, but they'd held firm on that. She had to stay naked in the room and be ready to do anything any one of them wanted her to do.
"You know how to fix coffee?" Kevin asked, looking up from his magazine.
"Sure," she answered lifelessly. "Want me to make a pot?"
"Yes, please."
Kevin's "please" made Sue Ellen look up. Even though he had raped her, she suspected he was the most civilized member of the group. Maybe she could talk to him, persuade him to stop all this before people were killed. She rose from the couch and went over to the hot plate they used to make coffee. She watched him closely as she filled the pot with water and measured out the proper amount of aromatic coffee.
"Man," she said softly, "why you hate us so much?"
Kevin looked up from the magazine and studied her face carefully before answering. When he saw she was serious and not making fun of him, he replied.
"Because you're rotten niggers."
"Why you hate black people then?"
"Listen ... what's your name?"
"Sue Ellen."
"Listen, Sue Ellen, we give your people an inch and you want a mile. You want to live in the same houses, the same neighborhoods we do. We give you jobs, you want more. You want our jobs, our money, our women."
"We only want the right to be left alone."
"No you don't. You're always out demonstrating, protesting for something. You're never satisfied."
"That's cause we ain't never had nothing."
"We've given you everything. Look how you live-like pigs! Who makes the slums? Niggers!"
"We didn't create them, man, we inherited them. You think we like living like that?"
"You must. You never do anything to clean them up. You want us to do that for you. You want new federal housing, yet we're the ones who have to pay for it. You want new schools, but you expect us to provide them. You always want something for nothing. Jobs where nobody works and everybody gets paid high wages for short hours."
"Whitey wants the same thing. Look at your labor unions. Them's white men making other white men strike."
"Maybe so, but it's the niggers who make America look bad. Look what your brothers did at the Olympics. All that Black Power crap. And the way you threaten our politicians. Why, the President is afraid to take a piss without calling some black bastard to ask for permission."
Sue Ellen watched the coffee perk and tried to understand what Kevin was telling her. She knew it wasn't true, yet she felt he believed it. If everybody was so afraid of the black people, why did they keep putting them down?
"You believe all that?" she asked. "I mean, you really believe what you say?"
"Of course," Kevin replied a little uncomfortably. "Just look around you, Sue Ellen. It's everywhere. Hell, a white man can't even get a civil service job today. That's because the politicians are so afraid of the Negro vote. I had a friend in high school who wanted to become a mailman. He went down and took all the tests and put his application in.
There were nine niggers who took the test at the same time. All nine were hired, but my friend was turned down. When he asked the cat who gave the tests why, the guy said the word had come down from Washington to hire as many niggers as they could. He even admitted my friend had a higher score than the niggers who'd been hired."
"Couldn't your friend get another job?"
"Sure. He works for an insurance company now."
"Well, the black man can't get other jobs with insurance companies. They only hire one here and there to show the world they give equal rights. So the government's gotta help the black man. Can't you see that?"
The coffee was ready and she poured him a cup and carried it across the room.
"Thanks. Have one yourself."
"I don't drink coffee," she replied, "but I sure am hungry. Have you got anything I can nibble on? "
"We should have brought you something for breakfast. There's nothing up here to eat now, but as soon as somebody comes in I'll go over to the house and get you something."
"Thanks. You're not so bad, you know."
"Don't take this as a sign of weakness," he said quickly. "You try anything funny and I'll kill you quick."
"No, I meant you're human-not like some of them others."
This made Kevin uncomfortable. He suddenly realized he had never sat down and talked with a nigger like this, and he felt less sure of his ground than when he was talking to other members of the Society. He squirmed in his chair and wished she would go back and sit on the couch rather than stand next to him naked the way she was. Her cunt was on a level with his eyes and he couldn't help staring at it and remembering how much fun she had been when he raped her. He was also ashamed of the way he and the others had treated her.
"Tonight some of your folks and some of my folks are goin' to get themselves cut up and killed," she continued. "Why? Why do we have to hurt each other and kill each other? It don't make sense to me. You're the leader here ... you explain it to me."
"I'm not the leader," Kevin said softly. "Jack is. I guess there's just no other way. Believe me, Sue Ellen, I don't like this violence any better than you do."
"Then why don't you stop it? You're smarter than the others. You could stop it if you wanted to."
"I doubt it," he sighed, wondering himself where all this violence would lead them.
"What if one of the brothers kills you, Kevin?" Sue Ellen asked.
"That's the chance we all take."
"Why?"
"Because we have to, that's why!" he snapped, his patience now wearing thin. "You niggers got to be stopped somewhere. We've got to let you know we've had enough!"
"You sound like some politician defending Vietnam," she said. "Ain't nobody goin' to win that war, and ain't nobody goin' to win this war you're startin'. You're smart enough to know that."
Inside, Kevin suspected she was right. In her uneducated way, she was expressing the same thoughts which had been nagging at him for weeks. Ever since he'd allowed himself to be caught up in the tide of the Society, Kevin had been beset with self-doubts.
"And if we call it off?" he said.
"You save human lives and blood. I can't bargain with you, if that's what you mean. Shit, I'm nobody. My people don't want war. Come down and meet them ... see how it is with us. You treat them right and show them you're trying to understand what it's like, and they'll work with you.
"Well see," Kevin said, his tone indicating the conversation was over. "I'll see what's happened today and maybe I'll talk to the others. No promises."
"I ain't askin' none," she responded as she walked back across the room and sat down on the couch again. "I'm just trying to make sense out of all this, that's all."
They sat in silence and Kevin began reading his magazine again. Every now and then he would steal a glance at her, ashamed that until this moment he hadn't thought of her as a human being. The uncomfortable tension between them was broken when Jack, Mark and George came in.
"Where are Jim and Mary?" Jack asked as soon as they had closed the door.
"They haven't come back yet," Kevin replied. "I guess it took longer than we expected."
"Hey," George exclaimed, "how come the nigger isn't tied up?"
"Kevin went soft," Jack laughed. "She begged us to let her loose, and we made her promise to be our slave. Shell do anything we tell her, or we tie her right back up. Right, Kevin? "
"Right. I had her make some coffee a while ago in case any of you want some."
Jack walked over to the pot and poured himself a cup while the others began loading some weapons into boxes to transfer to the car when Mary and Jim came back. They discussed all the arrangements, and Kevin began seeding doubt about the intelligence of the whole operation. He was careful how he worded things, but drew sharp retorts from Jack, nevertheless. George, however, was obviously nervous about the coming fight, and so was Mark.
Sue Ellen was pleased to see she had been able to move Kevin to try to stop this senseless battle. She sat on the couch quietly, covering her breasts with one arm and her crotch with her hand. She just couldn't get over the embarrassment of having to sit naked in front of a bunch of boys, and she saw Mark look at her several times with obvious lust.
When everything was packed and ready to be taken to the car, Mark stood in the center of the room staring at Sue Ellen.
"You say she's promised to do whatever we order her to do?" he asked.
"With no questions asked," Jack laughed.
"I think we should put her to a test," Mark continued. "I could use a good, juicy blow-job right now."
"Have at her," Jack responded.
"How about it, Nigger?" Mark said, moving closer to the couch and smiling when she backed away.
"That reminds me," Kevin said, getting to his feet. "She's hungry. I'll go over to the house and get her something to eat."
"You do that, Kevin," Mark said, "and I'll help her get her appetite good and sharp. Might as well start off with some nice white cock, Nigger. It'll help tide you over until Kevin gets back with someting to eat."
Sue Ellen recoiled as Mark moved forward and dropped down next to her on the couch. She hated this one, and the thought of having his vile prick in her mouth was enough to make her sick. Why couldn't they leave her alone?
"Stop stallin'!" Mark snapped.
"Get with it, Nigger," Jack said, "or we'll tie you up again!"
Sue Ellen knew if she refused or stalled any longer they would tie her up again and begin raping her. She would also ruin everything she had started with Kevin, kill any chances of stopping the battle that night. It was all she could force herself to do when she brought her hands over to Mark's lap. He hadn't moved, obviously intending to force Sue Ellen to open his pants and initiate the entire act.
She complied, her fingers reluctantly fumbling with the zipper on his fly while George and Jack watched. The zipper stuck and it took both hands to get it down. Then she pulled the flaps apart and worked her hands inside. Mark was already erect and this made Sue Ellen's task of getting his penis out all the more difficult. When her fingers made contact with the bare flesh of his shaft, she found it warm and partially moist and sticky from the pre-cum of his arousal.
To her disgust, the slippery penis went limp when she worked to free it from his underpants and pull it out. That meant all the more work for her, but she simply sighed and continued working to free the member from its confining prison.
With one last jerk, Sue Ellen managed to pull it out and it plopped into his lap. The sight of the ugly pink member repelled her. The head was streaked red from his arousal, and a coating of sticky fluid ran the length of the shaft. Literally swallowing her pride, Sue Ellen laced her fingers around the flaccid shaft and began pulling the foreskin back from the head. She leaned down and forced her tongue out between her lips to flick gently against the red-streaked tip.
She felt the blood begin coursing back into Mark's prick in her hand and Sue Ellen decided to try to get this vile act over with as quickly as possible. She pulled the cock out as far as she could stretch it and began licking the length of his shaft with firm, flat thrusts of her tongue. Then she held his prick and stroked the shaft while fluttering her moist tongue over the swollen tip. Mark's reaction was immediate. The blood gushed into his prick and it once again became a steel-like shaft. His breath came quicker and he scooted down on the couch to allow her better access to his surging weapon.
The heavy flavor of salt and urine in her mouth nauseated Sue Ellen, but she knew she must go through with it. She'd teased long enough now. He was ready, and with any luck she'd be able to make him come quickly. Pulling the foreskin down hard so that the head of his prick popped up and stared her in the eye, Sue Ellen pursed her lips and dropped them over the tumescent tip. She darted the point of her tongue into the tiny slit at the tip then let her lips glide firmly down the shaft, sucking by contracting her cheeks and running the flat of her tongue along the bottom of the shaft.
"Jesus!" George exclaimed. "Look at her take that dick down her throat!" George felt an aching throb in his groin as he watched Mark's cock disappear into Sue Ellen's warm oral cavity. The youngest member of the Society, George, had never experienced a sexual contact with a girl. He'd necked, and even engaged in mild petting, but he'd never found release with a girl. When he'd heard some of the other fellows talk about how they had laid the black girl, George dreamed of doing it to her himself. Now the sight of her sucking Mark's prick had him very aroused. He let his hand drop to his crotch and brought pressure against his hard cock to relieve the demanding ache.
Mark fought to keep himself under control. The sight of her jet black head bobbing in his lap had a fantastic effect on him. It was like being a king with a harem of girls ready to do his sexual bidding at any time. Just think, he told himself, a king can order one of his slaves to give him a blow-job any time he's in the mood! And a girl with a mouth like this one could really drain a man's balls. Mark had to admit Sue Ellen was far better than Joan. Her mouth was like a warm milking machine, her cheeks moist and firm as she pressed them against his hard shaft, and her tongue worked like a wet glove!
He leaned back and placed his hands behind his head as she lifted him into another world-a world of pure sensual delight, a world he had seldom experienced before in his young life.
Sue Ellen had her mouth working so hard her jaws were tired. Why didn't he pop his cookies! How could he hold out so long? She brought her fingers into a tight circle around the base of his prick and squeezed as her head bounced up and down furiously in an effort to make him reach his climax.
George could hardly stand it. His cock was rigid and pressing against his slacks as if it were ready to cut through the fabric for freedom. He rubbed it and felt a small circle of moisture begin on the material as his pre-cum began to soak through his underpants.
Jack looked over at the younger boy and smiled. He correctly suspected that George had never experienced a woman, and he knew how seeing something like this could turn him on.
"George, why don't you bang her from behind while she sucks Mark?" Jack asked, urging the boy forward. "Can ... can I?" George asked, mumbling. "Sure, why not? Here, I'll help get her in position for you. Come on, Nigger, another boy wants to sink it in you. Stand up."
Jack placed his hands on Sue Ellen's waist and pulled her to her feet. Mark's cock popped out of her mouth and Mark groaned.
"Turn around now and bend over. No, put your head in Mark's lap! You ain't finished suckin' him until you drain his nuts dry. That's it. Now spread your legs."
Sue Ellen was poised before Mark, her feet planted apart on the floor and her buttocks humped high in the air. She'd done this with Jason and Howard plenty of times, but the thought of having two white pricks in her at the same time was humiliating. Sue Ellen knew she had no choice. It was either obey them or be tied up again and have them use her helpless body any way they wanted. She leaned down and again took his prick in her hand, lacing her fingers around the base and capturing the swollen tip between her moist lips.
George didn't know what to do. He stared at her naked ass humped before him and he could see her red slash slightly spread and open. Her asshole seemed to stare back at him. George was shy, embarrassed that Jack would be able to watch him, but his need was too great to be denied. He unbuckled his belt and yanked open the buttons on his jeans. Then, slipping his fingers under the waistband, he pulled his pants down and let them fall in a circle about his ankles. His cock stood out like a slender spike from his crotch as he moved forward slowly. His hands reached out and grasped the firm cheeks of Sue Ellen's ass to pull them farther apart. He watched the tiny asshole expand and then shifted his eyes down her crack to see the pink meat of her cunt open like a flower.
Moving even closer, George flexed his young hips and brought the tip of his prick against the heavy pubic hair covering the lips of her vulva. The first contact was so exciting it almost made him explode. He gritted his teeth and held his body still to quell the flame in his testicles. From his position behind her, George could see Sue Ellen's head going up and down in Mark's lap, and by leaning to one side he was able to watch the long white shaft thrust into her brown lips and disappear into the warm sheath of her mouth.
He reached down and fondled her pussy for a moment and then spread the lips to allow entry for his surging penis. His feet shuffled a little as he brought himself into position and jerked his hips to press his cock firmly between the thick lips of her vagina.
Sue Ellen felt his inexperienced fingers playing with her, then his prick working its way inside the opening to her vaginal canal. She knew she was dry and that it would hurt, but her only thought was to get this over with fast. She was already angry about the interruption. Mark had been close to coming and now she had to work him up to that level all over again!
At first Mark was irritated at having to share her body with somebody else, but when he saw George come up behind her with a hard rod ready to ram her it seemed to increase his own excitement. And he liked her new position because it caused her heavy tits to bounce on his legs when she bobbed her head.
George could hold back no longer. He moved forward and jammed his cock inside the open cunt before him. It gripped him in a warm embrace, and he felt his balls surge with excitement as he wiggled his hips and worked it slowly up her channel. Gripping her waist with his hands, George began a sawing movement that sent his cock racing up her cunt with hard thrusts.
Jack watched the energetic threesome and felt his own passion begin to mount. It gave him great pleasure to see this black bitch humbly accept whatever they decided to give her, and he wanted to see her final humiliation.
"George," he called, "why not give it a real try and slug it to her in the ass? That's the best fucking in the world. Most girls are afraid and won't let you do it, but this one will. She's our slave. Go ahead, shove it up her ass!"
That was something George had heard the other boys talk about and something he'd always promised himself he'd try one day. Jack was right. Why not right now? This girl would do anything they told her, so why not? He pulled his hips back and let his cock come out of the warm caress of her cunt. Then, using his fingers to spread the cheeks of her ass and open the tiny bud to allow him entry, he moved up and inserted the head in the tight brown hole.
"Uggghhhhummmmppphhhh!" Sue Ellen grunted, Mark's cock garbling her cry of pain as she felt the brutal attack on her rectum. Her body moved forward as he pressed hard, but Mark managed to grab her shoulders and hold her steady. With his hand, he held her head down on his prick so she couldn't move away.
"Shove it to her, George!" he cried in delight.
George pressed as hard as he could and suddenly felt the right elastic ring give way. His cock plopped inside her rectum and lodged itself so the ridge just below the tip was caught inside the opening. He thrust forward lewdly with his hips and shoved it unmercifully, inch by inch, up her rectum.
Pain swept through Sue Ellen's body. She gagged as she tried to scream and her teeth grazed the base of Mark's cock. He yanked her hair to keep her from biting him and this added to both her discomfort and humiliation. She hated Greek love, as the brothers called it, and to have to submit to this perversion with a young Ofay was too much. She wiggled her hips in an attempt to dislodge the member impaling her, but George was now well embedded and able to hold it firmly inside her bowels.
Mark leaned forward so he could see George's white cock spearing the black girl's ass. It made him shiver with pleasure to see her impaled like this, and he stared at the shaft working in and out of the expanded hole between Sue Ellen's buttocks. She had stopped sucking him and he grabbed her ear and twisted it until she got the message and again began milking him with her mouth.
Sue Ellen's rectum was so tight it actually hurt George as he fucked her. The foreskin was stretched back on his shaft and he could feel the tender skin around the ridge of his penis become chafed. It was a sweet pain, an exciting torture! It felt like some giant hand had gripped his prick and was squeezing it for all it was worth.
With a final thrust, George sank it all the way up her. His swollen balls slapped against her warm cunt as he began sawing in and out.
Kevin entered the room holding a paper sack filled with sandwiches the cook had prepared. He stood frozen at the door, his eyes fixed on the spectacle before him. Sue Ellen's body, bent over and trapped between the two white boys, provided a startling contrast, and Kevin's eyes latched onto the two white shafts penetrating her. He saw her cheeks puff out as she sucked Mark's cock deep into her mouth, and Kevin thought the movement in her hips spoke of her passion from receiving George in this perverted way. His first reaction was to blame Sue Ellen, but then he realized she had probably been forced into this by the boys.
Without saying a word, Kevin silently crossed the room and placed the sack of sandwiches on the table by the coffee pot Then he walked over and picked up his magazine.
George was first. His inexperience and extreme stimulation brought him racing to a climax he could not control. It seemed to him a firecracker had exploded in his head and he closed his eyes as the desperately sought-after relief flooded his body. That delicate mechanism in his testicles triggered, and jet after jet of hot sperm shot from the tip of his penis.
Mark had held himself back by digging his fingernails into the fabric on the couch, but even this failed him and he suddenly found himself caught up in an electrifying orgasm.
When Sue Ellen recognized the first taste of honey in her throat, she immediately began sucking and squeezing as hard as she could. The end of her dread ordeal was at hand and she wanted to finish it quickly.
George staggered back, his now-limp cock falling out of Sue Ellen's ass as he fought for his balance. Caught in the clothing encircling his feet, George fell down and crawled over to a chair for support before trying to get up again. Both Kevin and Jack laughed at his drunken antics, and George blushed.
Sue Ellen felt Mark's prick go soft in her mouth and slowly raised her head. She ached and felt dizzy, but was proud of the fact she had performed with dignity what they had demanded.
Kevin looked at her and turned away in disgust. Trails of cum were running down her legs from her rectum and there were small streams of cum escaping from the corners of her mouth.
"Go clean yourself up," he said. "Then you can have some sandwiches. There, on the table in the sack," he said, pointing to the bag he had just brought in.
She recognized the tone of contempt in his voice and prayed that he realized she had only done this because they forced it on her. Whatever else happened, she wanted to stay on Kevin's side. She felt he could stop the horrible thing that was about to happen.
After washing herself thoroughly, Sue Ellen returned to the room and went directly to the sandwiches. She chose two and went back to the couch.
Joan came rushing into the room, slamming the door behind her and plopping down in a chair next to Jack.
"They've called off the demonstration for tonight," she said breathlessly.
"You're sure?" Jack demanded.
"Positive. My little black friend, Margie, told me about fifteen minutes ago. It just happened. Jason sent the word out right after noon. I rushed over to let you know."
"Damn it!" Jack cursed, hitting his palm with his fist.
"Why?" Kevin asked Joan.
"No reason given. It's just called off, and they haven't set another date yet."
"Looks like that cools the action for tonight," Kevin commented, fighting to keep the relieved note he felt from creeping into his voice.
"How about that, Jack?" Mark asked.
"Like Kevin says, if they ain't goin' to be there we can't very well hit them."
"So what do we do now?" George wanted to know.
"We have to do something about her," Kevin remarked, pointing at Sue Ellen. "We can't keep her here indefinitely."
"Okay, okay," Jack said irritably, "give me time to think. Well have to change our plans, that's all."
Sue Ellen was hoping against hope. This was a crucial moment and she prayed they would let her go. It seemed too much to hope for, yet she felt this was what Kevin wanted.
The silence in the room was ruptured as Mickey threw open the door and rushed in breathlessly. He slammed the door, and the pained expression on his face brought every eye in the room on him. He glanced around the room and his face dropped.
"No Jim? " he asked.
"They're not back yet. I don't know what the hell's holding them up," Kevin replied. J esus!
"What is it, Mickey?" Kevin asked, an alarm now ringing in his head.
"I was over at Speedy's, picking up this key of fresh grass you told me to get," he said, tossing a package wrapped in wax paper on the table, "and I heard it on the radio."
"What?" Kevin asked, his patience quickly deserting him.
"Jim is dead."
"Dead!" three voices said in unison.
"They announced it on the radio," Mickey continued. " 'James Merrill found dead in a parking lot behind the surplus store in Sunset. One of the most brutal killings in San Francisco history.' They had to identify him by his driver's license ... his face and head were bashed in. He was dead when they got to him."
Kevin jumped up and ran to Mickey, grabbing him by the shoulders.
"What about Mary?" he demanded.
"Nothing," Mickey replied. "They didn't mention her. The announcer said the fuzz found an unidentified car at the scene, but he didn't say a word about Mary. I was hoping it was some other Jim Merrill."
Kevin stood frozen to the floor for a moment, then turned and walked directly to Sue Ellen. "So your brothers don't want war!"
She opened her mouth to reply, but words failed her. She knew Jason and Howard had organized the brothers and this was their first strike back. It was hopeless now. Everything she'd worked for with Kevin was dashed to pieces!
Jack's eyes had turned a steel gray as he slumped into a chair and stared at the wall. He hadn't expected this. He'd been so careful to make sure they held the upper hand. The thought that the enemy would strike back simply hadn't crossed his mind. And Mary! They'd snatched her to even the score for Sue Ellen. But why Mary? A vision of niggers doing to Mary what they had been doing to Sue Ellen flashed through Jack's mind and a tear washed down his cheek.
And Jim, for God's sake! Bash his goddamn head in! Well, they'll pay for that, Jack promised himself. But we have to be careful. They're fighting back now, and they aren't dumb. We'll get them, but we'll have to play it cool and smart.
"Listen, Jack," Kevin said urgently, "we've got to get Mary back! She can't take it. We've got to get her back. If she isn't home tonight, my parents will blow the whistle, believe me!"
"I know. I know. George, you get over to State and find out what you can. Go by the surplus store and see if that's Mary's car they've got. If they've pulled it away, get somebody to describe it."
"Yeah," Kevin added, "if they trace the registration, that II bring them here!"
"Right," Jack said, "and we can't be here with this black bitch when they come!"
"What the hell are we going to do with her?" Mark asked. "Why not cut her fuckin' throat and toss her body out on Filmore Street? That'll show them they can't kill a white man and get away with it!"
"No!" Kevin said firmly. "They'd kill Mary right away if we did that."
"Kevin's right," Jack said sharply. "We need this hostage. As long as we keep her alive, they'll keep Mary alive. But we are going to even the score for Jim. That's why I want you to check around State, George. Find out everything you can. See if they've rescheduled their demonstration-where and when. Find out who some of the brothers are, especially one or two in on the kill of Jim."
"Okay," George replied, pulling on a sweater and heading for the door.
"And, Mark, how about you rounding up some of the guys? Put the word out that this evening's off. Make sure that gets around. Spread the word about Jim and Mary and find me three or four guys who want to play for keeps. We're going to wipe us out a black man before the day's over."
"Will you be here, Jack?" George asked.
"Somebody will be, and they'll know where I am."
"Think it's safe to meet here, Jack?" Kevin asked.
"I suppose not. They've got our number and the fuzz will be here sometime about that car. Mark, tell the guys we'll meet at nine tonight behind the cafeteria. I want those three or four guys before that, though. I'll be here for an hour or so. After that, you can find me over at Benny's, okay?"
"Right."
George and Mark left quickly and Sue Ellen prayed they would fail in their missions. A few moments ago she thought her danger was past, that they might even let her go, and now she was worried for her life. She knew that any little thing could tip the balance and cause them to kill her in a fit of anger. Thank God the brothers had Mary! That was her only hope now.
"Think we might swap hostages?" Kevin asked when he and Jack were bolting the door behind Mark and George.
"That might work," Mickey said from across the room.
"Mickey," Jack said, ignoring the question for a moment, "how about you going out and rounding up a few cars? We'll need wheels for a couple of days. Bernie has a good car, and so does Mack. See them, and then look around for somebody else with reliable wheels."
"Okay, Jack. Where do you want them?"
"Benny's. Tonight at sunset, okay?"
"Right."
Jack waited until Mickey had left the room then turned to Kevin.
"I thought about that swap of hostages. Well put the word out that we're willing, but I doubt it'll do any good. Maybe once we've wiped out one of their cats they'll see we mean business. That could put them in a swap mood, but I somehow doubt it. I think we're going to have to storm their place and take her away."
"Why don't we round up some guys and go after her right now?"
"Because they won't have her in that basement, that's why. They're too smart for that. We've got to find out where they've moved to. Once we know, we go in with everything we've got!"
"It had better be soon!" Kevin said. "God knows what they'll do to her, and the lid will blow off this thing if she isn't home tonight!"
CHAPTER NINE
"You were right, Jason," Cal said, adjusting his eyes to the dimly lighted room after coming in from the bright daylight. 'They're runnin' scared now. The word's out about what we did to their boy and how we snatched the chick, and guys are all over askin' questions about where we are.
Jason smiled, the flickering light from the candles making his white teeth sparkle behind his dark lips. The gym had no windows, and the electricity had been turned off months ago when the building was abandoned. Howard had bought a dozen candles and placed them around the huge room to provide enough light to see their way around.
"You put out the word we goin' to have a demonstration tomorrow night at the registration office?"
"Yeah man, and I made sure the word got to one of their boys."
"Let's hope they bite," Howard said.
"They will," Jason said confidently.
"I talked old man Jenkins out of four quarts of beer," Cal announced.
"Great!" Howard responded. "I got me a real thirst. How about you, Jason?"
"You bet."
The three powerful Negro youths pulled some ragged training mats up by the wall and sat to sip beer as they discussed their plans for handling the Society the following night. Twice during the next hour, Howard got up and walked to the door of the locker room and looked in on Mary. Seeing that she was sitting on the floor like a frightened rabbit, he rejoined his friends.
"See who that is," Jason said to Howard when they heard a frantic three and then two taps on the door down the corridor. It was the signal and none of them became alert. Howard went down and drew the bolt on the door. Joe, the tall, heavy-set Negro who had helped in kidnapping Mary, rushed into the room.
"Jason, they got Cory!"
Jason stood up quickly. "What happened?"
"Cory went out to State to pick up some things and three guys jumped him. They pulled him between the buildings and really wiped him out. A cat who saw the scene told me they worked him over with blackjacks and then used a knife on him. They cut his balls off and stuffed them in his mouth. He was dead before any of our guys could get there. It all happened so fast they got away clean. We don't even know who they were!"
"When did it happen?" Cal demanded.
"About thirty minutes ago. One of our brothers heard a pig tell a reporter it looked like a gang war and that they were goin' to move in."
"Shit!" Howard said in disgust.
"Joe, how about gettin' us a fifth of whiskey," Jason said.
"Jason, man, this ain't no time to get bombed!" Cal said.
"I ain't aimin' to get bombed!" Jason snapped. "I just want to get rid of some of these aches before I kill me a couple of Ofay bastards!"
The three boys sat in silence while Joe ran his errand. They looked to Jason for leadership, and Jason was thinking. His blood was boiling and he knew he had to calm down before he made any plans. The Society wanted war. Well, he'd give it to them! From here on out they would know what black fury was! They'd have to be careful, not act on emotion. That's just what the Society wanted. And Jason wanted to plan this so that whatever happened it would help the black cause. He wanted to stage it just right. Some of them were going to die, so they might as well make it count for all the other brothers!
When Joe returned with the whiskey, the four sat there and quickly drained the bottle. Jason was too upset for the alcohol to have any real effect on him. He did feel calmer, more restrained, but he wasn't high. Cal and Joe reacted in much the same way, but Howard's system didn't absorb the liquor well. He became partially drunk and was barely able to control the fury that raged through him.
"Man, what we goin' to do with that Ofay chick?" he demanded of Jason.
"I'm thinkin'," Jason responded.
"Well, man, I'm tired of thinkin'! I haven't had me a piece of white ass since that social worker came with her bleedin' heart to help my family. What do you say we bring her out here and show her how a black man fucks? "
"Yeah," Joe chimed in. "I wouldn't mind some blonde pussy myself."
Jason hesitated only a moment. He was positive the Society had put Sue Ellen through her paces, so why not? If they killed the girl, a little fuckin' wouldn't make any difference. And if they let her go, she could take some real tales home with her!
"Bring her in," Jason murmured. "Cal, you go put the word out there's a meeting here tonight."
"Hey, man I want some of that Ofay ass, too," Cal protested.
"You'll get your shot, man," Jason replied. "Well have a circus here tonight and make her really perform. Meanwhile, I think we'd better be ready to strike back tonight for Cory."
"Okay, baby, but save me a nice hunk of that white pussy," Cal grumbled as he made his way down the corridor.
Mary heard them coming, but remained seated on the cold floor. She thought it was just another check on her. When Joe and Howard walked into the locker room, the leer on their faces frightened her and she stiffened her body.
"Come on, Mary," Howard said. "We want you in the other room."
Mary pulled herself to her feet. Anything would be better than sitting all alone like this, she told herself. Then it suddenly dawned on her that they might hurt her and she backed against the wall with a terrified look. Joe walked over and grabbed her arm to yank her out and Howard came up behind her and goosed her roughly.
"We mean business, Mary," Joe said.
"What ... what are you going to do to me?"
"Shut your Ofay mouth and you'll have a real good time," Howard said. "You give us any trouble and you're dead. Got that?"
They pulled her out of the locker room and pushed her across the gym floor so roughly she had to fight to keep her balance when she stopped a few feet short of Jason who was sitting calmly on the training mat.
Jason looked up at the young blonde, his eyes studying her pretty face and then traveling down her well-molded body.
"Your friends just killed one of our boys," Jason announced in an icy voice.
"You killed Jim," she said meekly.
"And we're goin' to kill a lot more before we're through," Jason said softly. "Your brother is a dead man, little girl. He don't know it yet, but he's a dead man."
"You're going to murder Kevin?" she asked, choking back a sob when she heard her brother's death sentence.
"And lots more. That Jack cat is one. I'm planning something special for him."
"Why ... why are you telling me this?" Mary wanted to know.
"To let you know how things are, baby," Howard said with a cruel laugh.
"That's right, Mary," Jason said. "We want you to know we're playin' for keeps now. And don't think we won't slit your throat if we take a mind to. I just want you to know how things are, that we ain't playin' no games. You do what we tell you and maybe you'll live to see the sun again. Now, take your clothes off. We goin' to have some fun."
"Wh ... What?" Mary stammered.
"You heard me. Take your clothes off! We got nothin' to do for an hour or two, so you're goin' to entertain us. Now, strip down or well do it for you!"
Mary stood there with the three Negro boys boldly staring at her. Her body shivered when she remembered what the Society had done to Sue Ellen when they tied her to the couch. Goose bumps broke out on her skin and she felt beads of perspiration forming on her forehead. If she resisted, they would surely kill her. And if she didn't do what they ordered, they would delight in hurting her. She looked quickly from face to face, but she saw no mercy in the three pairs of eyes glaring at her. "Get with it!" Jason snapped.
Mary saw Howard move toward her and she reluctantly moved her fingers up to her blouse and began slowly unbuttoning the front. She was so frightened she could feel moisture forming in her crotch and under her arms, but she knew she had no choice. Pulling her blouse off and dropping it to the floor, she began pulling her skirt up. In a minute she was standing before them in her bra and panties.
"Keep goin'!" Jason commanded when she hesitated and looked around the room with darting eyes. "Ain't no way you can escape, baby. Just get dem clothes off so we can see your proud Ofay body!"
Mary's fingers trembled as she reached behind and unfastened her bra. Bending her shoulders forward, she wiggled out of the bra and let it fall to the floor. She heard a hissing sound as the three men took sharp breaths when her breasts were exposed to their hungry gaze. She made no effort to cover herself, knowing full well it would only tend to anger them. Besides, she was proud of her firm, pert breasts.
Howard stared at the twin mounds of creamy flesh capped with ripe strawberries for nipples and felt his cock press against his tight jeans. They weren't as big as Sue Ellen's, he told himself, but these were proud little tits that stood straight out and winked at you.
She had to force herself to the final indignity, removing her panties to stand before them stark naked. Slowly, her hands sought the elastic band at her waist and she slipped her fingers inside. Then, biting the corner of her lip, she pushed her arms down so that the sheer panties exposed first her navel and then the beginning of her pale blonde pubic mound. Using every ounce of her will, Mary pulled the panties down quickly and stepped out of them.
"A blonde snatch!" Howard exclaimed. "I ain't never seen a blonde snatch before."
Jason stared at the nude girl and felt a strong stirring in his loins. Her legs looked like they were carved out of white marble and he liked the way her hips flared out from her tiny waist. No doubt about it, this little bitch was built!
"Ever seen a black cock before, Mary baby?" Howard leered.
"Yeah, man, show her that tiny dong of yours," Cal laughed, slapping his knee as he saw Mary's face blush a crimson red.
Jason joined Cal in a hearty laugh as Howard quickly slipped his jeans and shorts to the floor. Mary tried to look away, her cheeks burning. Would they use her like Kevin and the others had used Sue Ellen? She wanted to scream at them that she was a virgin, but she instinctively knew they would only make fun of her.
"Look at that hunk of black meat, little Mary," Jason said sarcastically, enjoying this more than he had expected. He knew when she saw Howard's giant cock it would make her gasp. Most of the black girls avoided him because it was so enormous!
Mary didn't disappoint them. She turned her head, and when she saw the huge club sticking out from Howard's black crotch she sucked her breath in sharply and her eyes flew open wide. My God, she said to herself, none of our boys have anything like that! Even Kevin's penis looked like a child's compared to this.
Grinning at her with wet lips, Howard reached down and stroked his cock. She knew she should turn away, but the sight held her eyes glued to the massive instrument held out at her. It was so long and thick, and the chocolate brown color almost hid the huge blue veins that bulged out and rippled along the immense shaft. His huge, purple-tinted balls hung like coconuts.
Mary suddenly remembered how the boys had shoved their cocks into Sue Ellen, and panic gripped her body. She knew she would never be able to take anything that large inside her!
"You know how to give man some head, baby?" Howard asked.
"Wha ... what?" she stammered.
"Give a man some head. Suck cock, sugar. Come on now, you Ofay chicks love to lick a dong!"
Mary remembered what Joan had done to Jim that night, and again with Mark. How could she put something so filthy and dirty into her mouth? When it dawned on her that this black beast wanted her to do that to him, Mary's entire body shuddered. She looked around desperately for some means of escape.
"I don't believe our guest wants to taste good black cock," Jason said. "But we shouldn't have her miss out on such a delicacy, should we fellows? Just think what shell be able to tell all of her white girl friends."
Mary's knees trembled and she suddenly lost control of her body. Before her mind could react, her feet were moving and she was running toward the door. Cal simply reached out and caught her arm, laughing at her feeble attempt to escape.
"No, no, girlie. You don't want to leave before the party even starts. Now, you be a good girl and come over here to get your first taste of delicious black prick."
He dragged her in front of Howard and then forced her to her knees by placing his hands on her creamy white shoulders and shoving her to the floor. Dropping to his knees behind her, Cal twisted her arm behind her back and brought it up with hard pressure until she groaned.
"Poor old Howard probably didn't have time to wipe his dong last time he took a leak, Mary," Cal laughed. "So you just be a nice girl and lick it good and clean for him."
Mary opened her eyes to see the giant instrument hovering just inches from her face, the tiny hole staring at her with a tear dripping from the clit. The heavy odor of sex and urine wafted up her nose and made her nostrils flare and her stomach retch.
"Aaauughhh!" she moaned as Cal twisted her arm even higher sending waves of pain racing through her shoulder.
"I'll break it for you, baby, unless you get busy with that mouth and tongue. Now, be a good girl and start licking!"
Howard took a step forward so his massive penis was touching the tip of her nose. He reached down and took her free hand and lifted it to his shaft. She looked up at his face and saw a tiny trickle of saliva trailing from the corner of his mouth. There was nothing less than sheer animal lust reflected in his eyes, and Mary realized she would have to submit to their demands. The pain in her shoulder and back told her they wouldn't hesitate to torture her-maybe even kill her.
Holding his filthy cock in her hand, Mary tentatively darted her tongue out between her lips and let it slide over the huge swollen tip of the ugly penis jabbing at her face.
Her mouth was immediately filled with a horrible salt flavor, and the drop of white fluid dripping from the eye fell on her tongue like loose oatmeal. The taste sickened her, but when she tried to pull her head back Cal twisted her arm again. Her tongue flew out of her mouth and she began bathing the ugly black penis with tiny kisses.
"That's better, little Mary," Howard said. "Now open that pretty white mouth of yours and get a real taste of this beauty."
He jerked his hips so the head of his cock was pressed tight against her lips. The sight of her pale blonde hair and creamy white skin near his black crotch sent waves of excitement sweeping through him. He delighted in the sight of her red lips pursed at the end of his shaft. When he saw she was holding her lips sealed together, Howard winked at Cal. Cal gave her arm a hard twist and she screamed. The minute she opened her mouth, Howard thrust forward with his hips and lodged his prick deep between her lips.
"Now, suck it, baby. Suck it real good and maybe you'll get a taste of chocolate syrup. You'd like that. Baby, it's like a warm chocolate sundae!"
They all laughed and Cal reached around Mary to grasp one of her firm breasts in his hand. He massaged it lewdly and squeezed the bright red nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Mary had no choice now. She realized that and wondered if she might not be better off dead. His putrid penis was lodged between her teeth and she had to stretch her jaw painfully to open her mouth wide enough even to take the head of his cock inside her moist cavern. She could feel the muscles in her neck straining as she forced her jaw as wide apart as it would go. It seemed the skin on her cheeks would crack and break wide open!
She almost gagged twice as she tried to move her tongue away from the horrible invader, and then gave up and began licking it inside her mouth.
"Hey, man, I think we could make a first-class cocksucker out of this little Mary," Howard sighed as he felt her tongue begin caressing his member. "Yes, sir, a first-class Ofay cocksucker!"
Jason stood up and began unbuttoning his shirt. He pulled it off and dropped it to the training mat while his hands worked on the buckle of his wide belt. Then he kicked his shoes off and slipped his pants and shorts down. Although nobody was built like Howard, Jason's prick was definitely impressive. Long and slender, it looked like a solid rod of black steel. It was erect, the head swollen and coated with a film of white lubricant. Watching the petite blonde struggle with Howard's gigantic member had turned Jason on, and he was ready to taste his first white meat.
"It's time you taught her what it feels like to have that black pole in her belly," Jason said. "I'll take over the education of her mouth."
"No, please! No!" she screamed as they pulled her over to the training mat and forced her to her back. "Please. PLEASE! Hell kill me. I'm a virgin. PLEASE!"
She tried to hold her legs together, but Cal and Jason took an ankle and pulled her thighs apart so her virginal crotch was completely exposed to Howard. Dropping to his knees, Howard leaned down and forced his huge cock between her pink lips. He couldn't resist the temptation to rub the swollen black head in the soft downy fur of her blonde pubic hair. It felt like someone was rubbing a fine brush against his member, and little tingles raced through Howard.
"Stop playing, Howard," Jason said. "If you want to be first, sink that thing up her!"
Howard forced the head to the small red hole at the entrance to Mary's vagina and pressed as hard as he could.
"AAAiiiiiiiieeeeeee!" she screamed in a high-pitched voice as she felt her opening forced apart. It felt like he had a thousand hot needles jabbing into her sensitive skin.
"How is it? " Jason asked.
"Tight, man, tight!" Howard grunted. "But I'll get it up there if it takes all night!" He braced his knees and jerked his hips in a hard pumping motion. Still, his cock was just barely beyond the small virginal opening. Howard placed his hands at her sides to give himself leverage and brought his heavy body up on his toes. Then he lunged as hard as he could.
"AAAuuuuuuggggghhhhhhhhhhh!" she groaned. She bit her lip until blood trickled down her chin as she felt the awful pain sweep through her body when the tight ring gave way to the massive assault and his penis rammed up inside her. She didn't even have time to catch her breath before he lunged again, this time savagely bursting through her virginal hymen. Tears ran from her eyes and down her cheeks in rivers, and she sobbed hysterically.
"She's never had one like that before!" Cal exclaimed as he watched her grit her teeth.
"She ain't never had it before at all!" Howard said. "I just took me a white cherry, man!"
Jason had intended to make her suck his cock, but he could see she was close to fainting. All in good time, he told himself as he watched the lines on her forehead deepen when Howard began pumping deeper and deeper into her white belly. Howard's heavy balls began bouncing off her firm buttocks like hard footballs-the slap, slap sound filling the room and almost drowning out her pitiful moans as he ravished her youthful body.
Mary's body was on fire with the worst pain she had ever experienced in her tender young life. It felt like he was holding a hot iron to every nerve ending in her vagina, and the pain spread through her legs, her stomach, even her face. Several times she felt herself blacking out, losing consciousness, and she fought with every ounce of will to hold on.
Deep in her tortured mind, Mary was certain this was God's punishment for what her brother and the others had done to Sue Ellen. And she was determined to pay the price exacted of her. She was equally certain she would not live-that the huge instrument inside her had ripped her tender organs apart.
Only gradually did the pain begin to subside. At first it was barely apparent to the young girl that a new sensation was growing in her body, a sensation of animal desire and physical pleasure. She hardly realized the pain was gone when she gradually began to realize that a new fire inside her body had been lighted. It began with her breasts. The nipples prickled with heat and then became taut. The next sensation came from her erect clitoris which became sensitive and excited each time Howard ground his pubic hair into her ravished crotch.
Then there was that electric feeling as his cock ran up the walls of her cunt, the hard ridges and bulging veins touching each pore inside her body. In spite of the humiliation she felt, Mary's groans turned into low moans. Her legs spread farther apart to receive more of the sweet punishment he was dealing her, and suddenly her feet flew into the air and locked together around his waist.
"Hey, man," Cal exclaimed, beginning to take his clothes off, "look at that chick groove! She's startin' to like it!"
"Yeah," Jason responded, stroking his cock as he watched Howard pour it to Mary, "shell be ruined for any white man when we get through."
Mary couldn't understand what was happening to her. She heard their crude remarks and tacitly accepted this as the truth. No passion had ever gripped her innocent young body like this before. It was all-consuming, all-demanding, and it seemed to increase with each thrust of Howard's mighty cock. It felt like it filled her from head to toe, filled her with an electric rod that brought hfer to new levels of pleasure she had never known existed.
There was still pain, to be sure, but even this pain was taking on a certain sweetness. Could joy and pain be this close? And love and hate. She despised this beast for what he was doing to her, yet she couldn't help but feel a spark of love for the new world he was bringing her.
Completely innocent of experience, Mary locked her ankles together and reacted out of instinct. She began to rotate her hips and jerk upward to meet each of his powerful lunges. These movements served to trigger Howard's already boiling passion and he began pumping into her body at a frantic tempo. Mary felt the first steaming jets of his explosion bounce against the entrance to her uterus, and the strange new sensation sent her body into a dramatic orgasm that caused her to shake and quiver beneath the heaving Negro.
The pain returned when Howard relaxed and rolled away, pulling his giant instrument out of her warm cunt with a loud slurping noise. The walls of her vagina contracted and felt raw and scraped. Mary looked down at her ravaged crotch when she felt a searing, burning pain race through her. There was a small puddle of blood on the mat, and her thighs were smeared with a combination of blood and sperm which coated them with pale pink streaks.
"Now it's our turn, baby," Jason said.
"No. Please, no! Look, I'm bleeding."
"You got plenty of that rich blue blood in you, baby," Jason said. "Besides, a little blood on a fresh cunt never hurt. Cal, you can have that new tunnel Howard just dug for us ... I'll take her mouth."
"Hey, man, we don't want to neglect that little asshole of hers, do we?" Cal asked. "We want her to see what it's like in all the pleasure trails, right?"
"Please!" Mary pleaded as Cal grabbed her waist and flipped her over on her belly. He ignored her, pulling her waist up so she was perched on her knees. Running his fingers up her wet cunt, he slipped them up the crevice and began lubricating the tightly puckered ring of her anus.
Jason watched, amused, as Cal expertly prepared the tight channel for an invasion, still stroking his cock which was fully erect from the sight of the tender white body completely exposed for their use.
"If it ain't big enough," Howard said with a laugh, "carve her a new asshole, Cal!"
Cal lost no time. He was hot from watching Howard's ravishment of the tender, virginal body, and his cock ached with a desire to sink itself into this luscious white flesh. His probing fingers massaged the tight opening and kept bringing the thick lubricating fluid from her cunt to the virginal rectum in order to make his passage possible. Then, holding her hips in his powerful hands, he scooted up behind her and brought the tip of his prick in contact with the small brown opening nestled between her creamy white buttocks.
Mary felt the pressure on her asshole, then a searing pain shot through her body as he lunged forward and sunk the head inside her.
"AAAaaauuuuughhhhh!" she moaned as she felt the elastic band around the small hole expand and the hard instrument sink into her. The pain almost caused her to faint and she shook her head wildly from side to side to remain conscious. She let her body go limp in an effort to sink to the mat and escape the torture he was inflicting upon her, but Cal held her waist firmly in his hands and pulled her back each time he thrust his hips forward. She was impaled on his hard cock and she felt his heavy balls beating a rhythm on her thighs as he began pumping.
She moved forward, scooting her knees along the mat, thinking this would dislodge the hot branding iron searing her rectum, but Cal followed her. He sunk it deeper and deeper, until she felt the base of his cock against the cheeks of her ass.
"Okay, baby," Cal said, "now you can take care of old Jason at the same time."
Cal lifted her so that her entire body was suspended on the hard rod stuck up her ass and then turned over so that he was stretched out on the mat on his back. Mary, her body now completely limp, was on top of him, and his prick was deeply embedded in her anal canal. Her back was against his chest, and Jason reached out and pulled her legs forward so that she was stretched out entirely on top of Cal. Then Jason moved around and went down on his knees above her head.
Mary looked up through the mist of dreadful pain clouding her eyes and stared directly at Jason's prick hanging just above her lips. She turned her head away and shut her mouth, but Jason grabbed a handful of her blonde hair and yanked her head back.
"You're goin' to show ol' Jason what a great cocksucker you are, little Mary," he said.
"No!" she murmured, defying him. It was more than she could take. What did they expect of her? Her body was on fire with the weapon ripping into her intestines now!
Jason whipped his hand through the air and slapped Mary's face with a sound that shot through the room. Tears streamed from her eyes, but he came back with a vicious backhanded slap and then another forehand. Her cheeks were bright red and a trickle of blood ran from the corner of her mouth.
"Please ... don't ... "
When she opened her mouth, Jason shoved his fingers between her teeth and pried her jaws wide apart. Then he leaned down and inserted his prick between her teeth and shoved it into her mouth.
"Suck!" he commanded.
When she refused to move her mouth, Jason began a sawing motion that shot his cock deep into her throat, and Mary had to move her cheeks and tongue to keep from gagging. Cal also began pumping, moving gently because her asshole was so tight it had stretched the foreskin all the way back along his shaft, making his prick sensitive. He reached up and took her waist in his powerful grip and began lifting and dropping her hip on his prick.
The pain in her rectum was almost more than Mary could bear, but she allowed Jason to use her mouth with his vile prick without resistance. What could she do? she asked herself. They had her completely at their mercy, and they obviously were insensitive to her pain and humiliation. She had to gag back vomit when she felt Jason's hairy balls bouncing on her chin, and the odor of his sex began to permeate her nostrils. In fact, she had to fight for her breath. The odor of stale beer, whiskey and sex seemed to fill her lungs, and nausea gripped her stomach in spasms.
There would be no enjoyment this time-Mary was certain of that! They were simply using her body as a receptacle for their horrid, perverted passions. Her task was to see it through, to prove she could take it-to survive.
His desire spent from his magnificent climax in the girl's virginal cunt, Howard watched with amusement as his friends began putting her through her paces. She would never be the same again-Howard was positive of that. And the stories she would have to tell her Ofay friends!
He watched Jason's prick saw in and out between her lips, then he felt a new stirring in his loins. It began as a mild itch, but gradually worked itself into a strong desire as he saw Cal pounding his cock into her body. From where he was sitting, Howard could look straight between Mary's legs and see the flower of her pink-lipped cunt open before him. When he felt a throb in his groin, he realized he was erect and hard as a rock again. He looked longingly at the blonde cunt which was open and vacant before him. Why not? he asked himself. Why not give her the full treatment and fill her with three glorious black pricks?
"Mind if I join you for tea, old chaps? " Howard said in a broad imitation of an English nobleman.
"Come on in, the fuckin's great!" Cal chortled.
Jason didn't bother to reply. He was thoroughly consumed with feeding his cock into the warm cavern he held captive. He merely turned and smiled at Howard as the heavy Negro positioned himself on his knees between Cal's and Mary's widespread legs.
Mary had no idea what was happening until she felt rough fingers spreading the lips of her sore vulva. When she felt the blunt instrument forced into the burning entrance to her vagina, Mary was unable to resist. She was already pinned between two hard pricks, completely unable to move, and had reluctantly resigned herself to her fate.
She was, however, unprepared for the new pain inflicted on her when Howard thrust hard into her belly. She felt his prick rub firmly against Cal's in her rectum and thought they had pierced the thin membrane which separated her two channels. Howard's thrust seemed to intensify the pain of Cal's invasion of her anal canal, and Mary's body began shuddering.
Both Cal and Howard were carried to new heights of animal lust and pleasure as they rubbed against each other inside the girl's tight body. They grunted and set up a counter-pumping motion that rocked Mary's pitiful body up and down as they drove their mighty shafts in and out.
Meanwhile, Jason began increasing his tempo, using her warm mouth as a cunt as he fucked her with great deliberation and pleasure. He particularly liked feeling the tip of his cock brush against the roof of her mouth and then surge down into her throat and bounce off the back wall. It was as if he could feel her tonsils caressing the head of his cock at the apex of each hard, deep thrust.
Mary gave way to the pain and fainted. She had no idea how long she had lost consciousness, but when she came to, the three men were pumping their rods into her body with a fury. The pain had partially subsided and given way once again to the new sensation of lust and physical desire.
She had never dreamed it was possible for one girl to take three large cocks in her body, but the sensation was something she could hardly believe. She knew she was being used like a common whore ... worse, like an animal ... yet it was strangely exciting. She found herself caught up in the bouncing rhythm Cal and Howard had established and she allowed her body to respond with slow, circular movements of her hips which made her feel every inch of prick inside her.
Slowly, she began to suck Jason's cock as he sawed in and out of her mouth. Flattening her tongue, she cupped it on the bottom of Jason's hard penis and made him ride it. Mary was amazed at herself when her hands came up and cupped Jason's balls and massaged them against her chin as he used her mouth.
Reason and dignity left her, and one single idea consumed her mind. She wanted to make the three huge cocks gush rivers of sperm into her body, fill her with their white viscous fluids. Maybe it would in some way cleanse her, clean away the guilt she suddenly felt. Perhaps it was just animal lust. Mary didn't know and she didn't care at this point. Her own passion was carrying her beyond the point of logic, beyond this world of reality. She wanted completion, and she wanted it desperately!
She bit down on Jason's cock with her teeth and began sucking him the way a calf nurses its mother. Her hips ground against Cal's belly with fierce determination as she tried to match and counter each stroke of their hard pricks.
Cal and Howard exploded at the same moment, spurting jet after jet of hot cum into her body. Jason was only seconds behind them, digging his cock deep into her throat and holding it there as his balls pumped and pumped. She swallowed and contracted the inner muscles of her body to receive every possible drop.
Then she fainted.
CHAPTER TEN
Lieutenant Carter hated Friday afternoons. It was without doubt the busiest, most hectic time of the week at headquarters. Today was worse. It was his daughter's seventh birthday and Carter knew he'd be lucky if he got home before ten tonight. He'd miss the party with ail her friends from school and the opening of presents. He knew it wouldn't even be worth asking the captain for the afternoon off. Friday was the day they made their big arrests, and it had to be late. Let the lawyers take off for the weekend so they wouldn't be there an hour after the arrest to bail their clients out. Locking the suspects up and being able to question them without the annoying interference of an attorney gave the police a slight psychological edge-an advantage they guarded jealously.
He nodded to Bergman of the arson detail and made his way down the corridor to his office.
"Jay, Chief Benson wants to see you," a ruddy-faced Irishman said, coming up from behind and trotting to match Carter's brisk pace.
"Good. I've got to see him," Carter replied. "Where is he?"
"Up in radio control with Lewis."
"Right. Thanks."
Carter remember the call he'd had from homicide. He'd meant to mention it to the chief the night before, but had forgotten until after he'd gone home. Lieutenant Carter knew precisely what the chief's response would be, but he had to bring it up anyway.
Walking into radio control, Carter saw Chief Benson seated on the edge of a desk talking to Lieutenant Lewis of dispatch. He waved and stood near the door, reluctant to interrupt the conversation in progress, but the chief waved him over.
"Narcotics picked up Speedy this morning, along with the three pushers he had working for him," the chief said. "Our boys?"
"No, the feds. They wanted it that way so they can hold him on a federal charge. They want us to pick up the rest on local charges."
"Now?" Carter asked hopefully.
"No, late this afternoon or this evening. They're just users, so they'll probably get off easy. Most of them are from wealthy families, so we want to make it rough on them and keep them in a cell as long as we can."
"How about the newspapers?" Carter asked.
"Tip them, but have them hold it until the morning editions. A little publicity might shake up some of these wealthy families. I don't want any leaks tonight. It could ruin your arrests."
"Okay. I've got seven files and three teams available. On one, well need five or six men. It's a club in a garage above a big house in Pacific Heights. How about some extra men?"
"Call Jerry in burglary ... No, wait, I'll call him. He may be short-handed this afternoon."
"Every department is," Carter said sarcastically.
"Don't worry, I'll find you some men. How many do you need?"
"If we can start early and work in two waves, about six men will do it."
"How early?"
"Four o'clock for the first wave. Don't worry, they won't be booked until about five by the time we round them up and bring them downtown."
"Okay, Jay, but no earlier than four. I'll have your men in an hour. Where do you want them to report? "
"Narcotics room will be okay. And, Chief, I had a call from homicide last night. They're working on that case of the boy in Sunset yesterday and think a couple in my file may be able to help them. They want me to cooperate with them."
"Fuck homicide!" Benson replied sharply. "Everybody wants us to cooperate, but we've got a job to do. Washington is hot on drugs now and the federal boys are threatening to clean the city up if we don't. Tell homicide they can be present at the interrogation, but that's as far as we can go."
"Will Bill handle interrogation?"
"Sure. And, Jay, tonight's your daughter's birthday, isn't it?"
"Yes sir."
"Well, you take the toughest one on the first wave and then leave Edwards in charge of the others. Take the extra men with you and your regulars know how to handle the others. When you've got them booked, head home."
"Thank you, sir."
Back in his office, Lieutenant Carter pulled the files they had been investigating for over a month and began going through them one by one. After he had studied them twice, he called Detective Edwards and arranged a conference to assign teams to the various arrests. Edwards agreed that the file involving the most individuals was the one that involved a group who called themselves the Society, and Carter said he would make the raid on the headquarters and take the extra men with him. Edwards knew that Carter wanted to get home early for his daughter's birthday, and he smiled.
"You round up the extra men and make your preparations," he said. "It's already after three. If you've got a green light for four o'clock, you'll have to get moving. I'll make the other assignments for you."
"Think I should pick up everybody on the premises?"
"I would," Edwards replied. "If they're not using, they're hanging around with the wrong crowd anyway. It won't hurt to throw a scare into them, and a blanket arrest will make it easier on you."
Carter brooded on that for a moment. He hated to pick up innocent kids when they weren't actually users. The publicity and embarrassment on their families was rough. It wasn't always easy to single out certain ones when you hit a club like this, though. And Edwards was right, a blanket arrest would move much quicker. Just herd them all in a van and run them downtown. They could all be booked on the same charge, and that would save a lot of time.
"Okay, I'll leave the rest in your hands."
"Don't take any chances."
"We won't, don't worry."
Sue Ellen could barely control her rage. Boys had come and gone regularly all day, and they were in an ugly mood because of Jim's death. She'd been raped six times in less than four hours, and one boy had ground a lighted cigarette into her ass when she refused to lick his asshole for him.
At the same time, she was frightened for her life. The mood of these boys was such that she knew the slightest thing could trigger their murderous rage and turn them on her. At least she was comfortable. She'd been dressed for the first time in two days. An hour ago Mickey had thrown her dress and shoes on the couch and told her to get ready. She knew they were afraid the police would show up when they found Mary's car and they wanted to move headquarters as fast as they could.
Kevin and Jack had gone out an hour ago and she was left with Mickey, Mark, and a boy named Curly to guard her until they returned.
Stan Wilson, a young blond boy with bright red cheeks and horn-rimmed glasses, came breezing into the room and broke the tense silence. Jack sent Stan to pick up the others and he explained he had borrowed Hal's car.
"Where are we headed? " Mickey asked.
"Jack's found an old warehouse we can use for a couple of days," Stan replied. "It's down near Filmore and Fell Streets."
"We supposed to bring the nigger? "
"Yeah, they want her down there. Everybody is heading there now. Kevin said to bring a key of grass you've got stashed up here."
"Okay, when do we shove off?"
"Now. They're in a hurry to get you out of here. That's why they had me borrow Hal's car, and you know how hard that was."
"We're ready, Stan, let's make tracks!"
Mickey walked over and stood in front of Sue Ellen.
"You can have it whatever way you want it, Nigger. You come nice and quiet and nothing will happen. Give us any trouble or try to escape and you're dead!"
Sue Ellen knew she would have to escape before they reached the warehouse. It was her only chance. But she knew she'd have to keep them off guard and look for any opportunity that came along.
"You won't have no trouble with me," she lied. "I like livin', man, and I know when I'm best off."
"Okay, then, on your feet and let's get the hell out of here."
Mickey was surprised to see the driveway empty when they walked out from behind the garage.
"Why in the hell didn't you pull in here? " he asked Stan.
"Kevin said to park on the street. He doesn't want to take any chances on his family seeing what's going on."
"Yeah, well this way the whole damned neighborhood will see the nigger."
"I guess he didn't think of that," Stan commented. "Come on, I'm at the curb just the other side of the hedge."
Sue Ellen was between Mark and Mickey as the group broke into a trot down the driveway. Each held her arm in an iron grip and pulled her along to keep pace with the others. Just as they turned the corner around the hedge, they heard a deep voice.
"Police. Get your hands up and walk over to that car!"
Both Mickey and Mark reacted from instinct, letting go of Sue Ellen and breaking into a run down the street. This was just the opportunity she'd been hoping for and Sue Ellen didn't hesitate a moment. She spun around and dashed back down the driveway.
Lieutenant Carter saw the three break and run and cursed himself. "Jones, Gordon, after those two!" he called. "Miller, one headed back for the house. A girl, I think. Get her!"
The extra men had little enthusiasm for running, but they took off instantly. Mickey tried to jump a low fence at the house on the corner to cut through a yard, but he misjudged and fell. Detective Jones had him before he could regain his feet. Mark managed to keep running for two blocks, but a uniformed policeman stopped him when he saw the other officer giving chase.
"Look what I found on this one, Lieutenant," Jones said as he hauled Mickey back to the police van. "A fresh, unopened key of grass!"
"Okay, bring him along. Well search their little clubhouse."
"There's Gordon," Jones said. "Looks like he picked up the other one."
"I'll see you all get track letters," Carter jibed. "Where's Miller?"
"Right here, sir," the officer responded, coming around the hedge.
"Catch the other one?"
"No sir, I m afraid she got away. I searched the yard and garage thoroughly, but no sign of anybody."
"Did you look upstairs in their club room?" Carter demanded, angry at the prospect of losing one.
"No sir."
"Well, get back there and cover the door. Gordon, take those kids and put them in the van. I'll take our friend Mickey with us. You can run the others in, but send Jones back to the club room to help us in the search."
"Right, Lieutenant."
Carter led Mickey back down the driveway. The boy had his hands cuffed behind his back and was shaking all over. "Where's Kevin?" Carter asked. "Kevin who ... sir?"
"Knock the crap, Mickey. This is Kevin's house and we've had you all under surveillance for weeks. Now, where is he?"
"I don't know. If you're so good at watching us, you should know where he is."
Carter gave the boy a shove which almost made him lose his balance. "Don't get smart!"
"I want my lawyer," Mickey complained, trying to make his voice sound much more confident than he felt.
"You'll see him, and a judge, too, I suspect," Carter replied as they reached the back of the garage. Miller was waiting for them and opened the door to the stairway.
Sue Ellen had been timing her move carefully. She'd been hiding in the entrance to the stairway, planning to exit through whichever door they didn't use when they came to search. When she heard them talking behind the garage, Sue Ellen opened the door leading into the garage a crack and peeked out. She breathed a sigh of relief when she found they hadn't stationed a pig in the garage. They must not know about this door, she said to herself, but they will the minute they open the other one.
When she heard them approaching the other door, she slipped into the garage and closed the door behind her. Kevin's mother's car provided cover as she edged along the garage wall. Then she saw the police van pull out and she was ready to make a dash for the street. Sue Ellen pulled back just in time as another officer ambled down the driveway.
Sue Ellen's heart pounded in her chest. They would surely catch her now! The minute they opened that door to the stairway and saw the other door, they'd come running into the garage. Hurry, she urged the officer walking down the driveway. Once he was behind the garage, she could make a dash for the street. She'd have to hug the hedge to help cover her escape.
"Where does that door lead? " Carter asked Miller.
"I don't know, sir."
"Well, open it and find out!"
Miller blushed. It was his first duty on a raid like this and he was positive he'd made every error a policeman could make. It was crowded with the three of them standing in the entrance and Miller had to push Mickey up one step in order to get by him. He leaned over and opened the door.
Sue Ellen darted out the door and across to the hedge the minute the officer passed the side of the garage. Carter saw her fleeting figure when the door opened.
"There she goes!" he yelled. "Miller, get her and don't let her escape this time!"
Officer Miller's bad luck ran with him. As he moved to the door, Mickey's foot became tangled in Miller's leg and he stumbled. That few seconds was all Sue Ellen needed. She was around the corner and up the next block by the time Miller made it to the end of the hedge.
Sue Ellen ran as fast as she could for three blocks, turning corners and changing streets to evade her pursuer. When she saw a uniformed policeman at the end of the next block, she deliberately slowed down to a walk. A bus came down the street and Sue Ellen waited at the corner. She was about to get on when she remembered she had no money. Smiling at the driver, she backed off and began walking across town.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Mary shivered as the cold water poured over her skin. They'd warned her there wasn't any hot water since the city had turned off the electricity, but Mary wanted a shower anyway. She felt dirty and her legs were smeared with cum and blood. She also wanted to revive herself. When she'd come to, she'd found herself stretched out on one of the mats with Jason's pants rolled up for a pillow beneath her head and Howard's coat covering her body to keep her warm.
There was a throbbing ache in her groin, but this didn't bother Mary as much as her emotional state. That was another reason for the cold shower-to clear her mind. It was as if her mind were suddenly a giant void. She couldn't seem to concentrate. She knew she should feel terrible about what had happened to her and for how she had reacted to their use of her body. She should be ashamed and humiliated, but she wasn't. Why? And even though her vagina and rectum were sore, every time she thought of those delicious moments when the three cocks had gushed rivers of cum into her body she shivered with a sense of delight.
Perhaps it was because she felt so terribly guilty about what her brother and the others had done to Sue Ellen, and this was her way of repaying a debt. Or was that simply rationalization? That was the trouble-she couldn't concentrate on anything for any length of time!
One thing she was certain of: if she came out of this alive-and at this point Mary really didn't care-she would have nothing more to do with the Society. It was wrong; the whole idea that one color was better and had rights over another color was wrong! Is that another justification? she wondered.
She also felt that she would leave home, give up the comfortable material life to get out and find out what reality was all about. She was sorry' now that she had ever laughed at the Hippies. Maybe she would join them. Instead of accepting the material pleasures her father's wealth and position could provide, she would seek the simple pleasures of living.
Mary realized she was suddenly a new person, yet she couldn't define the difference. There was something terribly physical about her new personality, and this both delighted and frightened her.
She dried herself with a towel Howard had found for her in one of the lockers ... an old, ragged piece of terrycloth with holes like a piece of Swiss cheese. But it served to absorb the moisture and she rubbed her skin until she was warm and pink all over.
She was about to wrap the towel around her when she stopped and stared into the mirror at her body. She liked the way her breasts stood proudly on her chest and she let her hand come up and cup one while she watched herself. Then, with a smile on her lips, she dropped the towel to the floor, squared her shoulders, and walked stark naked into the gym.
Half a dozen of the brothers had come in while Mary was in the shower and they all sat in a circle on the floor discussing the plans for the following night. Pete whistled low when he saw her walk into the room completely nude and all eyes turned toward her. She liked that and she walked slowly and provocatively across the room and sat down next to Howard.
Excitement filled her veins as the boys stared at her with lust-filled eyes. It was a new sensation ... one she liked ... one that thrilled her.
Howard was still naked, his huge cock hanging limp. Brazenly, not truly believing it was her hand, Mary reached over and grasped the giant shaft. She began caressing it and smiled at him when he looked at her.
"Now, now, little Mary," he said with a note of sarcasm, "you've had plenty of good black cock for one day!"
"I want you to fuck me," she said, her ears unable to believe it was her voice uttering these words.
"Baby," Howard said, "I done banged you twice already! Old Howard needs a rest."
"But I want to be fucked!" she pleaded. "Now!"
"What's the matter, Howard, you losing the old touch?" Pete asked. "We can't let this little white chick think the blacks tire quickly, can we? Come on, little Mary, old Pete will give you a good fuckin'."
Pete stood up and walked around to where Mary was sitting. He leaned down and offered her his hand, but she stared up at him with a wide smile. Then she reached up and boldly placed her hand on his crotch.
"Let me see your cock first," she said, her fingers working at his zipper.
Pete blushed and coughed. "Well now, little Mary, if you re looking for another stud hung like Howard, you may be disappointed."
"Don't be silly," she said with a lilting laugh. "I just want to see if it's pretty."
Jason smiled uneasily. He couldn't understand the rapid change in Mary's personality. He knew she hadn't been putting on an act with them when they had taken her the first time, so how could she be so totally different now? The others, however, laughed at how she had traded exchanges with one of the sharpest tongues in their ranks and come out best. They all watched her come up to her knees and insert her hands inside Pete's fly to withdraw his already erect penis. When she had it in her hands, she inspected it carefully.
"Oh," she exclaimed, "it's lovely!"
"Is this chick for real?" Pete asked, scratching his head and wondering if he wasn't the target of a real put-on.
Mary leaned in and darted her pink tongue between her lips to lick and plant tiny kisses along the shaft of Pete's cock. She reached inside his pants and fondled his balls while she teased him to a fever pitch with her moist kisses. It s like licking a chocolate bar or sucking a fudgesicle, she told herself, delighting in the physical contact and savoring the exciting salty flavor on her taste buds.
Pete felt his blood pressure soar as he looked down at the golden blonde hair framing the white face darting in and out at his crotch. He wanted to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming! Her tits bobbed around as she playfully licked and kissed his penis and milked his testicles, and Pete was afraid he'd explode in her hand.
"Well, when are you going to fuck me with this gorgeous black prick?" she asked tea singly. "Right now, baby. Right now!"
Without even bothering to take his clothes off, Pete fell to his knees and cradled her luscious nude body in his arms. He lowered her to the floor, intending to play with her tits and take a taste of her blonde cunt before he penetrated her, but an urgency grabbed him as he lowered her on her back to the floor. He pulled her white marble legs apart and fell on her, sinking his cock deep into her belly with one thrust.
Mary's legs flew into the air and she locked her ankles around his waist. Then she reached up and wound her fingers in his hair to pull his face down to hers so she could plant her lips against his.
It was all too much for Pete. His body arched and his prick froze as it began to pour out the juices of his orgasm.
"You don't mean it!" she cried pulling her lips away from his.
"I ... I ... I'm sorry, little Mary," Pete stammered, wishing his friends weren't there to witness this. "I guess you had me too hot. Man, that was some blast!"
"Don't go soft!" she pleaded as she felt his member begin to shrink. "Please. I want to be fucked!"
"Sorry, baby...."
"Old Pete's got a short fuse there, little Mary," said Marty, a husky boy who worked on the docks. He pulled Pete away and dropped down between her legs, unbuttoning his fly.
"Well, I hope yours is longer!" she said in a teasing tone. "I really have a fire down there that needs putting out."
"Well, here's just the hose that will do it!" he bragged, aiming his cock at her and lunging in with a vicious thrust.
He hurt her, but Mary delighted in the pain. She knew this time would be different from the way he braced himself on his hands and knees and began a slow, deliberate fucking motion that almost drove her crazy. His prick was long and thick, touching every nerve ending in her cunt as he drove it deeper inside her. Each stroke was well planned, not the hasty, hurried fucking of an animal in heat. He'd pull back until just the head of his cock was caught between the lips of her pussy and then plunge home hard. Once he hit bottom, he'd give his hips a twist that sent the head of his cock bouncing off the tiny entrance to her uterus.
"Oh, God, that's gooooooood!" she moaned. "Yes, yes, fuck me faster. That's it! Sweet Jesus, you're the most. Fuck me! Somebody, quick! I want a hard black cock to suck. Please, somebody bring me a fat juicy cock. I have to suck one now! Please-Oh, oh, go on-FUCK ME. Won't somebody give me a cock to suck? Please!"
More brothers had come into the room and were standing in a circle around the couple locked in a mad, wild erotic ballet on the floor. They all looked at each other and smiled.
Archie, a tall, lanky youth who had tried to get a basketball scholarship to State, needed no urging. Just watching them had brought his penis erect, and hearing the beautiful white girl scream like a bitch in heat for more cock turned Archie frantic. His fumbling hands popped three buttons off his pants as he pulled his fly open and yanked his hard cock out. He dropped to his knees and scooted across the floor to perch above Mary's head.
She looked up and saw the gorgeous black cock hovering above her face. It glistened in the candlelight and reminded her of a piece of highly polished ebony she had seen in a museum. She reached up and wrapped her slender white fingers around the jet black shaft and began squeezing. Then she pulled the foreskin back so that the swollen head seemed to pop out.
"Uuuuummmmm!" she murmured, pulling the hard penis down to her lips. "Look at that dark meat!"
Her tongue darted out and began running around the rigid shaft in wild circles as her hips began a grinding motion to work against the beautiful thrusts Marty was pumping into her. If they were going to kill her, Mary wanted it to be now ... like this ... with two hard cocks buried in her body!
Few of the brothers had seen a display of lust like this in their lives, and around the circle hands went openly to crotches. Some even pulled their pricks out and stroked them as they watched the white girl tremble in ecstasy while she took two hard members and milked them with her cream-colored body.
"Man, that's a regular fuckin' machine!" cried one as Mary arched her hips high in the air and ground her body into Marty's plunging hips. She looked like a child, feeding on Archie's black tube, pulling it as deep into her throat as she could and milking his balls with anxious fingers.
Jason watched Mary closely. At first he didn't trust this new sensual personality. It came on too quickly and was too much of a reversal. Yet, as he studied her face and watched her body Jason was convinced she was not acting. What they had done to her had triggered something inside her and turned her into a physical being. Well, regardless of what they did with her now she would never be the same girl they had kidnapped. It might even be fun to send her back to her white friends. That would really blow their minds! he thought. It would be far worse than killing her.
She'd act as a living reminder to them. He'd have to think about that.
"Baby, I'm close!" Marty shouted.
"Me, too!" Archie chimed in.
"Let's give it to her together, man. Flood her!"
"Jeeesssussss!" Archie groaned. "I'm pumping the milk to her now, man!"
Marty braced his knees and began lunging into her with steel-like thrusts that made his balls slap loudly against her tail. He felt her contract her vaginal muscles and grip his surging cock like a tight warm hand holding it and milking it. And when he felt her body quiver as she entered the spasms of her climax, Marty let go. All of his iron control melted and his balls exploded deep in her belly.
The circle of young Negroes watched the three bodies arch and freeze on the floor, then melt into lumps of used, satisfied flesh. They were quiet for a moment and then low, murmuring conversations began as they adjusted their clothing and walked away to form into small groups.
Sammy, the small, muscular boy posted in the alley as lookout, came into the room.
"Cats," he announced breathlessly, "look who we've got here!"
All eyes turned to the door as Sue Ellen walked in behind Sammy. There was a radiant smile on her face as she saw her brothers once again and for the first time felt safe.
"Sue Ellen!" Jason exclaimed, getting up and walking quickly across the room to take her in his arms. "Baby, it's sure good to have you back. How'd you get away? They let you go? You weren't followed, were you? What did they do to you?"
Tears of relief flooded her eyes as Sue Ellen dropped to the floor to rest her exhausted body. She told them of the police raid and how she'd managed to escape. She had walked all the way across town, she explained, and then had to find one of the brothers to find out where they all were.
Mary was both embarrassed and frightened when she saw Sue Ellen walk into the room. She crawled across the floor and huddled up on one of the training mats with her arms laced around her knees. She didn't now why, but she felt Sue Ellen posed a very real threat to her.
"How about Kevin and Jack?" Jason asked. "Did the pigs get them? "
"No," Sue Ellen replied. "There were only four cats at the joint when the pigs arrived. Jack and Kevin have found a warehouse and there's a big meeting there tonight."
"You know where it is? " Howard demanded.
"Not exactly. That cat Mickey said it was down near Filmore and Fell Streets, if that helps."
"Hey, man," Cal exclaimed, "I bet I know which one it is! Remember that old furniture store of Fell? The one they painted up the windows and started using as a warehouse. The fire department made them move out last month and the joint's vacant. I'll bet that's what they're using."
"The one a few doors off Filmore? " Pete asked.
"That's the one. It's only about ten blocks from here."
"Look, Cal, if you're right, this is the break we been lookin' for!" Jason said. "How about you and a couple of the guys goin' down that way and scouting? If that ain't it, see if you can find anything in that area. If you keep your eyes and ears open, you'll find out where they are!"
"Right, man!"
"But don't let no one see you, hear? We want to give them bastards a real surprise party."
"I hates to ruin surprise parties," Cal laughed.
"And, Jeff, you take a couple of cats and round up all the brothers you can find. Tell era to bring iron or anything they can use in a real rumble. Cal, study that building when you find out where they are. We want a good way in and a better way out, and we want to seal all the exits, right?"
Six of the boys left and excited conversations broke out with those that remained. Mary placed her chin on her knees and watched Sue Ellen closely. She realized that her friends, even her brother, were in grave danger, but it didn't seem to matter to Mary now. She should attempt to escape and warn them, but she didn't want to. After all, she reasoned, they started all this, so let them take care of themselves.
"What are we going to do, Jason?" Sue Ellen asked softly.
"We goin' to wipe out a few of them mothers, baby. Did you know they got Cory? Cut his balls off and shoved them in his mouth."
"They were all shook up about what you did to Jim," she responded. "Jason? "
"Yeah, baby?"
"Where's this goin' to end? I mean, are we goin' to go on killin' until everybody's dead?"
"That's a good point, Sue Ellen," Chester said, walking into the room just as she posed her question to Jason. "It doesn't take a big smart man to start a war, but it sure takes a big man to end one. This thing has got to stop somewhere, Jason!"
"What's the matter?" Jason asked. "You all goin' soft?"
"Nobody's goin' soft, Jason," Chester said softly. "We're just like the cats in Vietnam. If we have to die, we want to know what we're dying for."
"We ain't goin' to die!" Jason snapped. "If we take 'em by surprise, well wipe 'em out without losing a man. We got to do this, man. We got to do it for Cory. And we got to do it so dey'll leave us alone. Once dey know we can be as mean as dey are, dey'll let us alone. Dey won't pick on us if dey know well spill their blood in the gutter!"
"The war to end all wars?" Chester said sarcastically.
"Don't give me that Jesus crap!" Jason snapped back. "We turn our cheek like little lambs and dey'll hit the other cheek. Look what Jesus' philosophy got him! Dey hung him on a cross, baby!"
"A good scare will make them sit up and take notice," Sammy added. "We lay a few white bodies in the street and the other Ofays will start listening to what the black man has to say!"
"That's right!" several others chimed in.
Sue Ellen shook her head in disgust and moved away from Jason. She knew there was no use trying to reason with him. Centuries of hatred and oppression ran through his veins and he would act out his part in the drama of life instinctively. As she looked around the room, Sue Ellen noticed Mary for the first time. When she saw the pitiful girl huddle naked on the mat watching the others like a frightened bird, Sue Ellen felt sorry for the young girl.
Then memories of what they had done to her while they held her captive flooded Sue Ellen's mind and an overpowering desire for revenge began burning in her soul.
"You all been ballin' little Miss Mary?" she asked.
"She's been ballin' us," Pete laughed. "Why, that's a regular fuckin' machine!"
"She good?" Sue Ellen wanted to know, a thin smile creasing her lips.
"Good?" Marty responded. "Baby, she's great!"
"Well, her friends owe me a little something," Sue Ellen said, "and I think little Miss Fuckin' Machine can pay me back. There a can in this joint? "
"Over there," Howard pointed, "in the locker room."
Sue Ellen stood up and unzipped her dress, slipped it over her head, and kicked her shoes against the wall. Several of the boys whistled when they saw her nude body, but she ignored them. "Don't go away, little Miss Mary," she said, and she walked quickly to the locker room.
Sue Ellen squatted over the toilet and urinated. When she was through, she deliberately didn't look for toilet paper to wipe herself. She merely stood up and walked back into the gym, heading straight for Mary.
"I should piss in your white face," she said to Mary, "the way your girl friend Joan did me. But I ain't that kind. They say you're such a hot little piece, I want to see what they mean."
Mary looked at the Negress standing above her with her hands on her hips and her feet planted wide apart on the floor. She couldn't help but admire the full body, the heavy breasts and wide flaring hips. Mary's eyes fastened onto the black matted crotch above her and she saw heavy drops of urine hanging on the curly hairs. The moist forest twinkled at her in the candlelight.
"I didn't have anything to do with what Joan did," she said.
"Maybe not, baby, but you watched. And you enjoyed it! Now you're going to pay her debt."
"What ... What do you want me to do?"
"There wasn't no toilet paper in that can," Sue Ellen said. "My twat's all wet from taking a leak. I want you to clean it off with your tongue."
"NO!" Mary shouted, the very thought nauseating her.
"Grab her!" Jason said. "I want to see this."
Two of the boys grabbed Mary as she tried to crawl away. They pulled her to her knees and dragged her back to Sue Ellen's feet.
"Shove her face in it!" Jason snapped. "Let's see if she likes black pussy as well as she does black cock!"
One of the boys took Mary's hair and pushed her face into Sue Ellen's crotch.
"Move it around, Harry," Sue Ellen said. "Help her wipe me.
Harry put pressure on Mary's head and moved her face around so that her eyes, nose and cheeks were covered with a light coating of urine from Sue Ellen's pubic mound. Sue Ellen stood there with her hands on her hips watching the white face and blonde hair forced into her crotch. She was ashamed of herself, yet something inside her drove her on.
"Now, lick it, Mary," she commanded in a firm voice, "and pay real attention to that little bud of mine!"
Mary could understand what drove the girl, know how she must have felt when Joan tortured her, and she realized that no reasoning could be brought to bear until the Negress had had her revenge. Yet the humiliation she was put to with her face rubbed in the girl's pubic area was so great she knew her entire body was blushing. There was a prickly heat racing across her skin and she wanted to die when she heard the crude laughs from around the gym.
Urine stung her eyes and made the skin on her face itch. Cunt hairs tickled her nose and the odor of sex and urine permeated her entire system. Instead of making her sick, this combination had a strange effect on Mary. She suddenly wanted to kiss Sue Ellen's cunt, to run her tongue up and down the moist slit. The sensation troubled her momentarily, made her ask herself what was happening to her, but Mary didn't stop to analyze why she felt the way she did. She darted her tongue into the warm gash, running it up and down the length of Sue Ellen's pussy. She flicked it caressingly over the small clitoris and then darted it inside the moist warm hole leading to Sue Ellen's womb.
When Mary heard Sue Ellen moan with pleasure, she increased her attack. She moved her face even closer, working Sue Ellen's clitoris into her mouth and nibbling on it as her tongue worked frantically against the tiny erect member. She brought her arms up and grasped Sue Ellen's waist then pulled herself up on one knee so she could be in an even better position. Mary could feel the black girl's body begin to respond and this excited her.
The two boys backed away, realizing they no longer had to hold Mary. There were sighs around the room, and cocks began to come to attention as the boys watched the white girl bury her face in Sue Ellen's crotch and eat with obvious relish.
Sue Ellen had meant to humiliate Mary ... pay her back for what Joan had done to her ... but now she felt herself becoming caught up in a primitive passion. She closed her eyes, placed her hands on Mary's weaving head and leaned back to let her body revel in this new delight. She felt her breasts swell and the nipples become taut, and her legs seemed to quiver as the girl's mouth became more and more demanding at her crotch.
Sue Ellen swayed back and forth for a few moments, her body reacting to some ancient ritual. And then she knew that her own hunger must be satisfied at the altar of the blonde's cunt.
"Come on, Mary," she sighed, "I'm as hungry as you are. Turn over, darling, turn over."
She had to force Mary to give up her hungry eating for a moment while she lowered herself to the floor and dove for the golden meeting of the white girl's legs. She pulled them apart and dropped her head between the firm thighs. Her tongue lashed out and darted between the thin pink lips to seek nectar.
Mary wouldn't be denied. She thrilled at the touch of Sue Ellen's tongue, but she dove her head down to the black girl's crotch to finish what she had started. She was driven by a burning thirst to lick Sue Ellen s juices into her hungry mouth, and she grunted as she forced the black's thighs apart and ground her hungry mouth into the curly forest.
"Man!" Pete exclaimed, "Look at them go at it!"
"Hungry little mothers, ain't they?" Sammy added, massaging his cock which was now at full attention.
Jason turned away in disgust. What the hell was the matter with Sue Ellen, anyway? It was okay to rub her cunt in the Ofay's face, but she didn't have to go down on her!
The two girls moaned as their bodies jerked and twisted on the floor. They rolled over and over, never once letting their faces escape from the furry nests of honey they were attacking. Sue Ellen's body suddenly went rigid, her muscles jerking in mighty spasms as her climax rippled through her with the force of an explosion. Mary was right with her, perspiration running down the crack in her ass and her toes curling under as she felt a flood of cum race down the walls of her cunt.
Both girls went limp, exhausted after their all-consuming orgasm. Their bodies, black and white, were tangled in a mass of arms and legs, their contrasting heads buried in each other's crotch. Neither of them heard Cal come back and make his report, nor did they hear the long conference which followed.
When they finally stirred, they found they were alone in the gym.
CHAPTER TWELVE
A single battery-operated camp light illuminated the large room, casting a pale white glow on Kevin as he stood near the window. Jack was sitting in the center of a dozen boys outlining his plan for the raid on the following night s demonstration. Two small groups of boys were off to the side cutting pipe with a hacksaw and taping handles of picks for better grip.
Jason took all of this in calmly from the crack in the door. Behind him were twenty of the toughest Negroes in San Francisco, all armed with something which would inflict mortal wounds on the enemy. The lookout the Society had posted downstairs was dead, his neck broken. Howard touched Jason's sleeve and handed him the single-shot .22 pistol. Jason took it and aimed carefully.
The shot rang out with a crash and the small lamp flew off the crate, its light smashed.
Jack sprang to his feet as the room was drenched in darkness. He heard the footsteps as boys rushed into the large room, and he dove for a corner. Kevin reacted immediately, falling to the floor and crawling quickly along the wall. There were groans and screams as the sickening thuds of heavy weapons pounding into human flesh filled the room, but no one could see what was happening in the pitch black.
There was a spark of light as Jack struck a match in the hope of finding one of the groups with weapons. It was a fatal mistake. Howard and Jason jumped him immediately and the match dropped to the floor.
Kevin almost retched when he saw in the dying glow of the match what they were doing to Jack. Howard held Jack's arms behind his back while Jason moved in with a large butcher knife and calmly slit his belly open from side to side. As he dropped to the floor, Howard swung a huge axe in the air and buried it in Jack's skull. There was a cracking sound and then Jack's skull flew open as the match flickered out.
Another match flickered and two members of the Society jumped Jason. Clubs flew through the air and crashed on his head. He began to crumple, but one boy held him up while another smashed an iron pipe across Jason's face. Howard and Cal jumped to Jason's side, but it was too late. Jason was dead when he hit the floor.
Kevin studied the room before the match burned out. There were bodies strewn across the floor, but Kevin saw that the doorway was unguarded. Keeping to the wall, he edged his way around the room. Kevin had no stomach for the fight and his one thought was to escape from the room and run. He had to stop twice as footsteps came near him, and his heart stuck in his throat when he heard Howard cry out his name.
"Where's that Kevin prick?"
"Somebody light a match!" Cal commanded. "We want to cut his balls off!"
Kevin made a wild dash for the door and stumbled down the steps to the lower floor as fast as his feet would carry him.
The news of the rumble had spread quickly and hordes of people, both black and white, were crowded on the sidewalk near the building. The weaker members of both the Society and The Tribe who were afraid to fight were standing in tight little knots watching the building, hoping they wouldn't be called upon to join the battle.
Sue Ellen and Mary rushed up and had to be held back from entering the building.
Everyone turned to look down Fell Street as sirens wailed and squad cars rushed to the corner. Just as the army of police were pulling to a stop, Kevin raced out the door of the building. Howard was fast at his heels, swinging a pick handle in the air.
"You were right," Lieutenant Carter shouted, "that's my boy! Pull up and well head them off!" Homicide had invited him to join them when informers passed word of the fight. Carter's evening with his daughter was ruined anyway. He couldn't check out until he'd nailed Kevin, and he cursed his luck at having missed him at the Society's clubroom.
Sue Ellen saw the squad cars begin to pull back into the street and she knew what they were going to do.
"In the street, everybody!" she screamed.
The crowd saw what was happening and quickly joined Sue Ellen and Mary in the center of the street to block the progress of the police cars. When the cars ground to a halt in the center of a mass of people, Sue Ellen screamed to her brothers, "Turn them over!" Hands flew out and the crowd began rocking the cars.
Mary grabbed Sue Ellen's hand and they darted off down the street after Kevin and Howard.
Sixteen policemen jumped out of the four cars swinging their clubs and moving the crowd back. Lieutenant Carter dashed off after the two girls while one of the drivers began calling for police vans on the car radio. Four of the officers rushed into the building and the others -lined members of the crowd up against the curb for blanket arrests on charges of inciting a public disturbance.
Six boys-two white and four black-stumbled out of the building with an officer right behind them. They were immediately handcuffed and shoved into the back seats of squad cars.
"How bad is it?" one officer asked another.
"At least twelve dead up there. Maybe more. Well need some ambulances. There are a bunch in bad shape. Get Joe on the radio and have them send all the emergency ambulances they can round up."
Two officers came out of the building shaking their heads. They helped load the vans with members of the crowd who had been arrested, and waited for the ambulances.
"Who won?" a member of the Society being loaded into a van brazenly asked.
"The undertaker, son," an officer replied.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Howard swung around the corner and tripped over a garbage can. The can went flying and Howard lay sprawled on the curb, his skin bleeding. Mary came running up and grabbed his arm.
"Come on, Howard," the petite blonde urged, "there's a fuzz after us!" She helped him to his feet and put her shoulder under his arm to give him support as they trotted down the street.
"Where'll we head?" Howard wanted to know.
"The gym," she gasped, her breath coming hard now. 'They don't know about that."
"It's a long way, baby," Howard wheezed.
"Well make it!" she said confidently. "Come on, darling!"
They cut through alleys and stayed close to buildings to avoid being seen. Mary kept turning her head to see if the detective was behind them. When they had gone three blocks without seeing anyone, Mary slowed to a walk. She and Howard leaned against a building for a moment to catch their breath and then started out at a brisk pace again. They both knew they weren't safe on the street.
Coming into the alley leading to the back door of the old recreation center, they sighed with relief. Howard opened the door and they ran down the corridor to the gym When they burst into the room, Howard was face to face with Kevin. Sue Ellen stood by his side and screamed when she saw the murderous look in Howard's eyes.
"There you are, you rotten Ofay bastard!" Howard shouted. He broke away from Mary and rushed at his enemy.
"Stop it, Howard!" Sue Ellen shouted, pulling Kevin back and placing her body directly in Howard's path.
Howard tried to push her aside, but Mary ran up and grabbed his arm. The two girls struggled with him until he fell to the floor sobbing.
Sue Ellen fell to his side, kneeling and holding his head. "It's all right, Howard. Kevin is one of us-a human being."
"He's white!" Howard said with obvious bitterness in his voice.
"The rest are dead, Howard," Sue Ellen said. "What did they die for? They died for nothing ... can't you see that? They're nothing but numbers in the morgue. Besides, I'm in love with Kevin. You don't want to hurt the man I love, do you?"
Both Kevin and Howard looked at her with surprise. She looked up into Kevin's eyes and nodded her head to let him know she spoke the truth. He looked at her dumbly for a moment then walked over with his hands stretched out to her. She took his hands and let him pull her to her feet.
Mary watched transfixed. Everything fell into place now! She dropped to Howard's side and placed her hand in his lap. Stroking his giant penis with one hand, she opened his fly with the other. Her fingers wrapped around the huge shaft and pulled it out. Without saying a word, she dropped her head and began planting a thousand moist kisses along the flaccid member.
"And I want to be your girl," Mary murmured, pulling the soft head of Howard's penis into her warm mouth.
"Baby," Howard sighed, his world crashing in on him, "you're the most!"
