Kitten's eyes remained closed. She always closed them when Abel Janson made love to her, even in the darkness. She resented having his naked body pressed close to her own, hated his hot breath and sweaty, pawing hands; but it was the only way out-the only way out of the ghetto, the only way to end the half-existence she and her parents endured.
She winced and her lips drew tightly against her teeth as Janson's hard erection pounded too deeply for comfort. The man was too much for her. He was aging, but he managed to hurt her with his big penis during every intercourse. After he'd taken her virginity, she'd hoped that things would get better. She'd even tried enjoying the things he did to her, like sucking her breasts and drawing the nipples deeply into his mouth. It proved useless. She'd given up. Either she was unnatural or her repugnance for Abel Janson was affecting her whole physical make-up.
She whimpered slightly, feigning pleasure as she always did, and lifted her small, trembling buttocks toward Abel's thrusting rod. He groaned with ecstasy and ground his bloated glans against her cervix. She cried out and backed away like a frightened crab. Abel followed, his large cock boring relentlessly into her tight, clutching vagina.
"Unnhhh." Kitten dug her nails into her arms as her firm, medium-sized tits were crushed by his hairy chest. Her genitals were wet with the natural fluids of excitation, but she'd never managed an orgasm with him.
"You're coming," he said through the darkness. She was glad that she couldn't see his face.
"Yes," she said, whispering the lie as she had done so many times before. He was always talking about coming when he made love to her, but she didn't think he knew what the term meant in reference to females. She wasn't sure that she knew herself, except that she was certain she wasn't supposed to ejaculate like a man. "Unnhhh," she said again.
"You're coming like crazy," he croaked again as her parts grew more wet beneath his frantic pounding.
"Oh, oh, oh!" She gasped as his coarse pubic hair ground against her hot but unwilling mound. She tried to savor the act, to catch and hold the small, delightful tingles that ran through her belly. They refused to remain. The pain and remorse continued to drown out any joy she might have obtained from the act.
Abel Janson groaned and strained against her. She felt him shudder and her buttocks stiffened in resistance as his hot semen jetted into her vagina and hurled itself against the mouth of her cervix. She began to relax as a final weak jet left his throbbing knob. A small sigh escaped her lips as she felt Janson's organ slipping from her canal.
"Uh!" Janson grunted and rolled to one side. Kitten saw a blinding flash of light, heard an explosive sound, and caught sight of a briefly illuminated face. She couldn't remember the sequence in which it had happened as she sat up in bed. Had the shot come first or had Janson grunted first? Janson was lying to one side of her. She reached out and touched the back of his neck. A warm trickle ran along the base of his hairline.
"No," she whispered. "Oh, no!" She scarcely had time to be really frightened. A hard blow caught her right temple and the darkness in her mind joined that of the room.
Kitten opened her eyes. A figure stood by the bed. The lights were on and she recognized the face of the man as the haze cleared. "Roger," she said softly.
Her head hurt. She was lying on the floor and she couldn't remember how she had gotten there. Her mind strained. The politician had been making love to her. He had just ejaculated. And then . . .
She looked to her left, her eyes trailing the length of her arm. A sharp sob escaped her throat when she saw the bloodied fingers of her left hand. She shuddered, then realized that she was clutching something cold and hard in her right hand. She didn't have to look to know what it was.
"It's a thirty-eight, Kitten," Roger Whetmire said bluntly. "And your finger's curled around the trigger." He scowled. "I know Abel Janson was a bastard, Kitten, but you didn't have to kill him."
He helped her to her feet and held her close. Kitten's breasts trembled against his chest and he could feel the pointed nipples through his shirt. As frightened as she was, she somehow wished Roger would try to make love to her, to blot out the brutal scene that was deeply etched in her mind. "I didn't do it, Roger," she said. "I swear."
"How did it happen?" he asked.
"I . . . we . . . were . . . " Her voice trailed away as she was overwhelmed by shame. How could she tell him that the politician was still between her legs when it had happened, that his semen still oozed along her vagina as he had died?
Roger's strong jaw trembled and his worried face became more pale. "My God, Kitten," he said. "I'm not asking for the sordid details. Any damned fool can see what you were doing. He was fucking hell out of you and somebody came in and blew his brains out."
Her dark eyes looked away from him. "You don't have to be so cruel, Roger." Suddenly, she resented his being there. The hard globes of her breasts heaved as she sucked in her breath and hissed at him through clenched teeth. "I told you to stay out of my life, Roger. I'm no good for you!"
"I love you, Kitten," he said.
"How can you?" she blurted. "You're white, and I'm a . . . a . . . "
"Go ahead," he gritted. "Say it. Cut yourself to pieces with your own self-pity."
"I'm a Negro!" she screamed.
He looked at her, both loving her and hating her. He hadn't known about her Negro heritage when they'd met, and by the time he found out it made little difference. Looking at her now, her body completely nude, her flat little belly trembling all the way to the tightly curled pubic hair on her mound, he thought she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever known. She had screamed out her Negro heritage in order to punish herself, but she could have easily passed for white. Her features were not flat or rounded, but very finely chiseled. And her skin was light enough to make her look like some golden nymph who had just stepped naked out of the forest.
Kitten stepped away from him as he reached for her, but he pulled her to him until their bellies met. She squirmed as his hands ran over her tensed buttocks. His penis burned against her cunt as he held her close, and she regretted that she had never allowed him to make love to her. It was too late now. She pushed him away as she felt the erection forming at his groin.
Roger grinned tightly and his face quickly became somber again. "I don't guess this is the time to be thinking of such things." He looked around the room. "We've wasted too much time already."
Kitten was glum. "There's nothing that can be done to help me."
"You said you didn't kill him."
"I didn't."
"Okay, I believe you," Roger told her. "That means he was killed by somebody who knew he'd be here with you. If I've got the script figured right, the cops should be busting in here any minute to find you with a gun in your hand and a dead man in your bed."
"You'll get yourself in trouble trying to help me," Kitten said.
"I've been in trouble all my life," Roger said grimly. He dragged Abel Janson's body from the bed and placed it on the edge of the large throw rug beside the bed. Then he jerked the bloodstained sheet from the bed and tucked it close to the corpse.
"What are you doing?" Kitten asked.
"We've got to get rid of the body before the cops arrive," Roger said.
"We can't just carry it down the hallway and down the stairs," Kitten said.
"Stop whining and help me," Roger hissed. He began to roll the rug around the body. "There's a ledge just above your window. It's wide enough to hold Janson, if only for a few minutes."
"We'll never get him up there," Kitten argued. "He's too heavy." Her buttocks and breasts were shaking from the fright she felt and the sweat of fear dripped heavily from the beautiful firm globes. Moisture glistened on her pubic mound, the small beads gathering on the surface of the dark curls. The lips of her pussy were jerking, the contractions moving deeply into her vagina.
Roger grinned nervously. "I heard that a small woman carried a piano from a burning building because she was scared. Well, I'm scared as hell. Scared enough to lift ten men like Abel Janson." He went into another room and took the strong nylon cord out of the drapes. When he'd tied the rug in place around the body, Kitten helped him drag it through the window.
Standing nude on the ledge with Roger, Kitten felt helpless. The cool night wind was blowing across her buttocks, causing a chill to run up her spine. She looked down through the darkness, thinking of the two-story drop if she slipped. Then she looked at the ledge above her head and was filled with further frustration. "We'll never do it," she whined.
"Get back inside and get dressed," Roger ordered. "Just your night clothing. Something sexy. Something to keep their minds off their job. Besides, it'll look funny if you're fully dressed when they arrive."
"How will you get up to the ledge?" Kitten asked, pausing halfway through the window of her bedroom.
Roger grimaced. "The fire escape's only a few feet away. I'll drag the body to it, go up a floor, then bring the body back this way again."
"Why not take it to the roof?"
"They'll look there," Roger said, "but not on the ledge."
Kitten went back inside and washed the blood from her left hand. It seemed like hours before Roger returned. When he did, his white shirt was drenched with sweat. Kitten had slipped into a thin nightie. He could see the proud nipples of her breasts pushing against the fabric. Below, a pair of skimpy bikini panties hardly concealed her mound and buttocks. He could see the pubic hair when the light struck her belly just right.
She blushed under his scrutiny. "Too revealing?" she asked.
"Yeah," Roger said, "but it'll serve its purpose. The cops won't be able to see anything else but you."
He gave the room another close inspection and saw the big splotch of blood on the mattress. "Damn," he hissed. "Almost overlooked that." He quickly flipped the mattress over on the springs. Then he had Kitten get a fresh sheet, rumple it and put it on the bed. The job was finished just in time.
The cops didn't bother to knock. They kicked the lock off the door and barged in. Kitten had tried to prepare herself emotionally for this moment, but she almost went to pieces at the sight of the two men. One of them she knew. His name was Hardy. He'd been a city detective for a number of years, and she'd had a run-in with him some five years before.
She didn't like to think about it. She'd been only sixteen at the time. Several young blacks had broken into a liquor store and the cops had trailed them home. Unfortunately, she'd been talking with the boys when the cops arrived, and they'd taken her in, even though she knew nothing of the robbery.
Hardy had handled her more than was necessary-put his hand all over her while they were riding to the lock-up, touched her breasts and slipped his hand under her dress to squeeze her pussy. She'd been too frightened to protest the liberties he'd taken with her.
Later, he gained admission to her cell and tried to rape her. She still remembered how he had torn the clothes from her body-dress, panties, bra, everything. He'd kissed her with his wet, slobbering lips, squeezed her tits, and tried his best to get his awesome penis between her legs. Two or three times he'd touched the lips of her pussy with that big crimson knob, and she'd felt it burning against her flesh, but she'd managed to prevent penetration of her parts.
They'd struggled for an eternity, until the jailor had heard the commotion. The old man had seen Hardy rolling on the floor with her, his stiff erection darting at the junction of her thighs, but no charges had been brought against the detective. He was white and she was black. At least, she was recorded as being black. She should, the jailor explained, be thankful that he hadn't fucked her instead of complaining so much. Furthermore, he said, she probably didn't have anything to lose. Her cherry had probably been punched clear up between her tits by the young bucks in her neighborhood.
Kitten pushed the bitter memory of lust and prejudice from her mind and concentrated on her present predicament. She could see by the way that Hardy looked at her that he recognized her and remembered the incident.
She remained very quiet. The present danger was even greater than that of the past. She was more mature, more full-blown, more woman than at sixteen. And she'd heard tales of the things that happened to girls in the cell at the top of the jail. If Hardy ever got her alone again, he'd surely take what he had missed before.
She braced herself as Hardy continued to stare at her, especially at her breasts. She tried to relax. Her body and her sex weren't that important-not with the murder rap hanging over her head if they found Abel Janson's body on the ledge.
Roger stepped between Kitten and the detective, trying to keep the girl out of it. He obviously didn't appreciate the way the man was staring at Kitten's intimate parts, although he had suggested the intimate apparel.
"I guess you have an explanation for kicking down the door, Hardy," he said.
"Don't need an explanation," Hardy said.
"I'm afraid you do," Roger insisted.
Hardy scratched the bridge of a nose that had been broken in a fight long ago. The light glinted on the surfaces of his beady eyes and his thin lips formed a knowing smile. "Look, war hero, I didn't come here to listen to your lip. I ain't the Viet Cong. I'm the law, and it's you that's got the explaining to do." He nodded in Kitten's direction. "You been shacking up with this nigger gal?"
Roger's left hand formed a hard ball as he sought to control his temper.
Hardy grinned nervously, his eyes cold. "Go ahead, boy. Hit me. I'd like to take you in on an assault charge. Or maybe they didn't teach you about such things in that night law school you're attending."
"Damn you . . . , " Roger gritted.
Eli Scogbert, Hardy's heavy-built companion, put out a beefy hand and pushed Roger aside. "You better listen to him, boy, if you don't want a busted skull. It don't need explaining, but I'll do it just for the record. Somebody heard a man yell, followed by a shot. We got a perfect right to kick a door down when somebody's life is in danger."
Roger stood aside, knowing that he did not have a legal basis for resisting them. Kitten cringed as Hardy's flesh-hungry eyes ran over her body. He could see everything and she had to allow it.
"All right, nigger," Hardy ordered. "Sit your sweet black ass down and tell us what you did with the body."
"There's . . . no . . . body," Kitten stammered. She covered her breasts with both hands, but Hardy slapped them away, his fingers brushing against the taut nipples as he did so.
He scowled and sat down on the edge of the bed beside Kitten. His hip was touching hers as he barked orders to Scogbert. "Search every nook and corner of the apartment. Look in all the closets. And take her boy friend with you."
"You're wasting your time," Kitten said, finally getting the nerve to say something in her defense.
"Look, girl," Hardy said, placing a hand on her thigh. "You can make this hard or easy. It don't make no difference to me. That sweat-drenched shirt on your boy friend didn't fool me a minute. He wasn't laying you. You were bedded down with Janson before Roger ever arrived."
"I wasn't."
Hardy chuckled and drew his lips tight against his teeth. His eyes roved over her breasts and he stared hungrily at the pink nipples that showed beneath the transparent nightie. His hand moved further up her thigh and her warm flesh trembled to his touch.
"Don't play games with me, Kitten," he said. "I know that you've been shacking up with Abel Janson for the last three or four months. I ain't condemning you for it. It was a smart move. What better way for a black gal to get ahead than to whore herself out to a strong politician like Janson?"
"Don't call me a whore!" Kitten cried.
"You've been selling your ass to Janson," Hardy said. "That makes you a whore." He squeezed her thigh more tightly, his hand creeping close to her pubic mound. "You've come a long way, Kitten. Physically, I mean. When I locked you up five years ago, you were just a skinny little thing. Hardly any tits to speak of, and no ass at all. Just a little hair on your pussy. But you've grown up now. I can see why Janson took a liking to you. Why, with a white mamma and a light-skinned daddy, you practically ain't got no black in you at all. Anyway, the nice way it's bundled up tends to make a man forget you ain't completely white!"
Kitten wanted to claw the eyes out of his grinning face, but she only continued to squirm uncomfortably. His hand was almost touching her cunt, the fingers probing toward her labia.
"We were talking about Abel Janson," she said.
"Right," Hardy said. "He was here tonight, wasn't he?"
"I'm not denying that," Kitten said weakly. She shivered and her slender knees knocked together.
"And he took you to bed and fucked you?" Hardy asked.
"No . . . I. . . " Kitten's face burned with embarrassment.
"Answer me," Hardy snapped, his excitement showing as his hand crept toward the bottom of her mound. One finger touched the beginning of her cunt and he rammed it between her legs, pushing the fabric of her panties inward in his search for her clitoris.
Kitten whimpered softly and tried to bring her thighs closer together. Hardy revolted her, but the touch of his hand was not entirely unpleasant. "We . . . I.. . he . . . " she stammered.
"Oh, hell," Hardy growled. "Everybody knows that Janson set you up in this apartment, passing you off for his white mistress. You've been making out like you were living it up while you soaked the old fool for every dollar you could get your hands on. The truth is, you've been hoarding the dough, hoping to save up enough money to get you and your mamma and daddy up north, away from that black hole you were raised in. Well, it won't be any different up there in Chicago, girl. You'll still be trapped in between. The whites will sneer at you and the niggers won't claim you!"
"Shut up!" Kitten screamed, losing control. She threw her hands to her face. Everything that Hardy had said was true, and she didn't like to be reminded that she had sold her flesh in order to better herself. She was so shaken that she hardly noticed his hand between her legs, the fingers clawing at her genitals.
Hardy was suddenly at a loss for words. Her hot little cunt was throbbing beneath his palm, and he could feel the wetness creeping through her panties. He was slowly achieving an erection. He had the urge to yank out his prick and shove it up her black ass on the spot. He wanted to hear her holler as he rammed it to the hilt in her seeping pussy.
He jerked his hand away as he heard Scogbert returning with Roger. His penis was so stiff that it hurt. He walked to the window, jerked it up, and peered out into the dark night.
Kitten gasped and Hardy looked around. Her heart was in her throat. One end of the blanket was dangling over the edge of the ledge, scant inches from Hardy's face. He failed to see it as he slammed the window shut and walked back toward Kitten. She saw a dark blur as Janson's body slipped from the ledge and plunged past the window to fall into the shrubbery below.
"Didn't find a thing," Scogbert reported to his superior.
"Damn it," Hardy exclaimed. "The body had to be here somewhere. I know . . . "
His voice cut off abruptly as a cold chill ran up his spine. He'd made a mess of everything. He had shot a man whom he had thought to be Abel Janson at his feet, noting the bare hardwood floor. When he'd entered the bedroom originally, he remembered feeling a rug under his feet. The only explanation was that he had entered the wrong room and shot the wrong man!
"Let's get out of here," he croaked.
Scogbert registered surprise. "You're not going to run her in?"
"On what charge?" Hardy growled, doing a complete about face. "There's no body, and her boy friend knows enough about law to rack our asses on a charge of false arrest."
"But the shot.. . " Scogbert protested.
"There probably wasn't a shot to begin with,"
Hardy said sharply. "Just somebody's imagination running wild. Let's go."
Hardy looked once more at Kitten, eyeing the spot between her legs where his hand had been moments before. His erection had fallen, but his penis was still numb with desire. "I'll get you yet, you black bitch," he warned as he departed.
-2-
Kitten went into Roger's arms. She was trembling from head to toe. "The body fell," she said.
Roger sucked in his breath. "And Hardy didn't see it?"
"He was too busy looking elsewhere," she said. "He . . . put his hands all over me."
"I saw how the bastard looked at you," Roger gritted. "Like he wanted to eat you alive. He hates Blacks, but he'd give his badge to get between the sheets with you."
"He makes my skin crawl," Kitten said.
"Like Abel Janson did?" Roger was unable to resist the barb.
Kitten pulled away from him, a hurt expression in her eyes. "I wish you'd forget him. He's dead."
"It's hard to forget that you tossed me over for him," Roger said.
"Not because I wanted to," Kitten said quickly. "I was no good for you, anyway-and Janson offered me a way out. I know it makes me look like a slut, but what difference does it make?"
"Are you trying to convince me or yourself?" Roger countered.
"I'm black," she said acidly. "I'll always be black."
"I wish you'd stop emphasizing that," Roger said gruffly.
Kitten smiled sadly and her voice softened. "You can't forget it either, can you?"
"Your Negro blood is practically non-existent," he insisted. "It's been phased out gradually, generation after generation."
Kitten sighed. "You can't solve my problem with mathematics, Roger," she said. "I'm not an equation. People look at me as if I have some crippling disease. I see it in their eyes. I see it in your eyes. Sometimes, when you hold me, I feel what you feel. Way back in my past there's a black man beating on his tom-tom in the African jungle."
Roger laughed, trying to cheer her up. "The bit of savage in you should make you better in bed-if I ever get you there."
Kitten blushed hotly and he changed the subject. "Well, enough of that. We've got a body to dispose of. At least, it made our job easier when it fell into the shrubbery. I put Janson's clothes and the gun on the ledge. After I get them, we'll try to sneak the body into the trunk of my car. Get out of that nightie and into some street clothes before I forget what I'm doing. We won't have too much time before it gets light."
"What will we do with the body?" she asked.
"An old deserted cabin a few miles from here," he said. "We'll stash it there until I can come up with a better idea."
"I don't know how to thank you," she said. "After what I've done to you, I don't deserve the least consideration."
"I'm not looking for thanks," Roger told her. "All I ask is that you be what you are. Nothing more, nothing less. Stop degrading yourself."
Kitten's eyes half-closed with shame. "I'll try," she said. "I'll try hard."
They managed to go downstairs unnoticed, and, with pulses pounding madly, dragged Janson's body to Roger's car and lifted it into the trunk. Quickly, they climbed into the front seat, both breathing deep sighs of relief as the motor roared to life and the car sprang away from the curb.
Roger looked at Kitten. She was wearing a skirt and sweater and her firm breasts pushed magnificently against the sweater. She hadn't taken the time to put on a bra, and he could see the proud nipples pressing against the material by the light of the instrument panel.
Kitten felt his eyes on her, conscious of her own half-nakedness under the clothing. Her nipples burned, and the skimpy panties around her hips were as nothing. She'd simply jerked on the sweater and skirt without thinking that something more might be needed.
"I'm so terribly sorry, Roger." Her eyes were almost tearful as they stared at the man's handsome, strong face.
"Sorry?" he asked, jerking his eyes away from her tits and back to the road. "About Janson's death?"
"No," she murmured. "About what I did with him. Sleeping with him, I mean. He was a pig. I don't know how I made myself do it." She bordered on hysteria. "Do you know that I actually gave him my virginity, that he was the first man who ever had my body?" She tugged at Roger's sleeve, pleading for understanding. "I was working at this little cafe, waiting on tables, and he came in one night with another big shot. He was nice to me, left a big tip. I was flattered."
"Don't talk about it," Roger said.
"No, I have to tell you," Kitten insisted. "Everything."
"Okay," Roger said through a very dry mouth.
A lump in his throat bobbed up and down.
"He came back the next night alone," Kitten continued. "He was nice again and the tip he left me shocked me. Fifty dollars. One of the other girls told me who he was. He was a very valuable man to his party because he controlled a large portion of the black vote. Since he was white, this didn't make sense to me, but I didn't know much about politics. All I could understand was the big tips. They made me feel good all over. Like I was something.
"The third night he came, we talked, and he invited me for a ride after the cafe closed. I was flattered by the attention and pleased that I had passed for white again. We drove to a deserted road outside of town and he began to make advances. When I resisted, he told me that he knew about my black blood, about my mother and father. He'd had someone do a complete check on me. He even knew about the arrest when I was sixteen.
"I was frightened, so frightened that I let him do what he wanted. It was awful. He practically raped me. I cried my heart out after it was over, and he threatened me if I told.
"Later, he came up with a proposition. If I'd be his woman, he'd set me up in a nice apartment and give me money. I was flattered again, and no longer sorry I'd given myself to him. Besides, what did I have to lose? I'd always been proud of the fact that I'd managed to live in the ghetto and still keep my virginity, not have it taken by some punk in a dark alley. But even that was gone. I didn't have a thing left to be proud of."
Roger's face was grim as he listened. "That's when you gave me the gate," he said. "If you'd have told me when it happened, I could have helped."
"What could you have possibly done against a man like Janson?" Kitten asked. "It's like Hardy said. You're not fighting the Viet Cong anymore."
"I could have tried," Roger said. "A corrupt organization has a lot of chinks in its armor."
"Well, it's too late now," Kitten said.
Now that she had told him the whole story, she felt better. She didn't start feeling sick again until they started to unload the body from the trunk. She gagged and threw up as Roger hoisted the body over his shoulder and carried it toward the cabin.
She sat in the car and waited, her stomach still rolling. Roger returned and drove slowly back to town. Conversation was almost nil until they approached her apartment. "I'll let you out and go to my place," he said. "Sit tight until you hear from me."
She touched his arm, her fingers digging at his sleeve. "I'm afraid, Roger."
"Don't worry," he said. "We'll come out of this okay."
He patted her thigh and she wished she was in the mood to let him do something more. She wanted to go to bed with him, wanted to feel his lean, hard body pressing against her soft curves. But the time wasn't right. Not with the sick, empty feeling in the pit of her belly.
Kitten climbed the stairs. The sex with Janson had sapped her strength, but the ordeal that had followed had been even more exhausting. She glanced at the lock that had been broken, then pushed the door to her apartment open.
A small cry of dismay escaped her lips when she saw the burly Scogbert sitting in the chair beside her bed. His swarthy features split in a mocking smile. He stood up and placed the cigar on which he had been puffing aside. "Figured my best bet was to just sit here and wait for you to come back," he said.
"Get out," she ordered.
Scogbert patted the front of his coat. "This is all nice and legal-like, girlie. I got the warrant in my pocket. You and the boy friend played it real smart, but the nosey little old lady downstairs saw you lugging the body to the car. Hardy was tickled pink to get the information."
Kitten was suspicious. "If Hardy knows, why didn't he come himself?"
"The chief had pressing business for him in another part of town," Scogbert said. He chuckled. "You know, you're really lucky I'm the one who came. Hardy's got a bad case of the hots for you. You'd have never kept him out of your pants until you got to the lock-up."
Kitten was frozen. "Let me call a lawyer," she blurted when she finally got her tongue untangled.
"When we get to jail," Scogbert said.
"Well, let's go," Kitten said.
"No rush," Scogbert said, deliberately stalling. "You can get the few things a woman might need while she's in jail." He laughed. "No knives or hacksaws."
"Funny, funny," Kitten said, her dark eyes brimming with anger. Her mind became more settled when she saw the way he was looking at her. His eyes were much like Hardy's-hot, hard, and filled with lust.
She pulled her shoulders back, testing to see if it was really desire she saw in his face. The nipples of her breasts pushed tautly against the sweater and the firm mounds lifted themselves higher on her chest. She watched Scogbert's thick red tongue flick hungrily across his lips.
"I'd like to change clothes," she said.
"Go ahead," he agreed. "I got the rest of the night."
Her mind was working rapidly. She had to stall the detective long enough to warn Roger. The snoopy old woman had betrayed them, and it would be only a matter of time until they found Janson's body. If Roger could get away, what happened to her did not matter. She was willing to do almost anything to make his escape good. She owed him that much.
She reached for the bottom of the sweater and edged it up her bare midriff. Scogbert gawked when the delightful globes popped into view. He cleared his throat. "You got real nice tits," he ventured.
"You've seen them before," she said.
"Not plumb naked," he said. "But I almost got my rocks off when Hardy and me barged in and you were wearing that see-through nightie. Pretty as any white girl I've ever seen."
Kitten forced a sweet smile. "Would you like to see more?" she asked bluntly.
Scogbert whistled softly. "I'll swear, you can be real friendly, can't you?"
"When I want to," Kitten said.
Scogbert dug his beefy hands into his pockets, the fingers pushing toward his rapidly swelling penis. "Like I said," he grunted. "I got all night."
Kitten unzipped her skirt and pulled it across her hips. The friction pulled the brief panties even lower below her navel, and the beginning of her pubic hair showed above the thin waistband. She kicked the skirt away and did not bother to pull the panties back into their proper position on her belly. Scogbert's eyes jumped in their sockets.
She moved her hips in a swivel, pushing her plush, full mound forward. Scogbert drooled. He could actually see the beginning of her cunt lips. Kitten turned her back to him, and he eyed the delectable crevice that ran between her firm, rounded buttocks. He wanted to crawl toward her and sink his teeth into her ass. He wanted to bite that soft, delicious flesh until she whimpered with pain.
Kitten faced him again, still playing her game of flesh. "I might as well change those, too," she said. "Yeah," he croaked.
She abruptly jerked the panties off, subjecting him to further voluptuous sights. He wanted to reach for her, to wrap his fingers in the dark curls that covered her pussy, but he'd never been much with women. He wished that the girl would just come right out and ask him to fuck her.
Although Kitten's sexual experience was limited to the few sordid weeks as Abel Janson's mistress, she knew what was going on in Scogbert's mind. She took a deep breath and let her breasts swell until the nipples threatened to pop from their tips.
"Do you have to take me in?" she asked, her voice honey-coated.
"What kind of a question is that?" Scogbert asked. "You know I got to." His voice wasn't convincing.
She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled one foot to the edge of the mattress. He could see between her legs. The puffy lips of her cunt gaped slightly open and he could see the tiny red mouth glistening with moisture.
"You could say that you didn't find me," she suggested. "That I didn't return to the apartment."
"I can't," he said, but he was weakening. His penis was so stiff that he ached like a bad tooth. "Hardy would have my hide."
"There's no one to tell him," Kitten said. "Besides, you know what he'll do to me if he ever gets me alone."
"Yeah," Scogbert said. "His guts get hot every time he looks at you. I think he'd rape you with the chief looking over his shoulder."
Kitten smiled warmly. "That's right," she said. "Why should Hardy have all the fun? I'm here now, with you. Here's your chance to laugh at Hardy."
Scogbert gawked. She was practically asking him to screw her. "You mean . . . you'd let . . . me . . . "
Kitten nodded.
When Scogbert moved toward her, she lay back on the bed, spreading her thighs so that he could view her entire rift. Scogbert took a deep, shuddering breath, unable to believe his own good fortune. It mattered little that the girl had black blood. She was still a good-looker, and her pussy was just like a white woman's.
He stripped off his coat. "All right. I'll give you a chance, but I ain't giving no guarantee. Chances are they'll pick you up before you can get across the state line."
"That's all I want," Kitten told him. "A chance."
She felt bad enough about having been Abel Janson's mistress. The thought of going to bed with this big, dumb cop made her sick again, but it was no time to be squeamish. Whatever he demanded of her, it couldn't be as bad as the gas chamber.
She was suddenly frightened as more and more of the burly man's hairy hide was exposed. When he was down to his Jockey shorts, her fear of him had increased two-fold. The big knot showing at his crotch was now the dominant part of his anatomy. She began to tremble as he eased the shorts to the edge of his thick pubic hair.
"Cold?" Scogbert asked. He was noticeably embarrassed by his own nudity.
"No . . . no," Kitten whispered. She gasped softly as he jerked his shorts below his genitals. Completely freed, his penis sprang forth like a thick lance, its glowing red knob surging with excitement. Kitten doubted that she could encircle his shaft with both hands. His large testicles swung low and loose, like those of a bull.
Scogbert sat on the edge of the bed, grinning nervously at her. He patted her quivering belly. "I believe you are scared," he said.
"I.. . don't make a habit of sleeping with strange men," Kitten said. She gazed between her breasts and belly, watching his big hand slide toward her pubic mound.
"I ain't no expert on women," Scogbert said, suddenly digging his fingers into the dark cunt curls. "Somehow I figure that Janson was the first man to have you."
Kitten closed her eyes as his clawing fingers dug deeply into her tender flesh. She jerked her head, acknowledging his suspicion to be true. He slipped his hand deeper into the crevice between her legs. Kitten was surprised. Unlike Janson, he did not try to titillate her clitoris or poke a finger into her vagina. Instead, he simply let his hand rest on her throbbing pussy, savoring the moist warmth of her pulsating slit against his palm.
"You mean that Roger Whetmire ain't never been in your pants?" Socgbert asked.
"No." Kitten opened her eyes and looked at him. He was almost as nervous as she. It appeared that he was deliberately postponing the act. He was either afraid his performance would be inept or he had to convince himself that there was no shame in having sex with a Negro girl. The latter thought struck her deeply. Her eyes smoldered with resentment. "Don't you want me?" she snapped.
Scogbert looked puzzled. "What the hell's the matter with you?"
"You don't want me because of what I am," Kitten accused.
"Ain't that just like a damned nigger," he growled. "Always jumping to conclusions. Always shouting prejudice." His grip tightened between her legs as his anger made him more brave. "Honey, with this hard-on you caused, I'd fuck you if you were as black as the ace of spades."
"You don't have to!" she shouted, her pride stung. "You can take me to jail!"
"All your ranting and raving don't fool me," Scogbert said. "You're getting chicken. No difference. You made a proposition and you're going through with it. I'm gonna fuck hell outta you and turn you loose. Then I'm gonna give you four hours before I do my damndest to run your black ass down."
"Forget it," Kitten said stubbornly. "I've changed my mind completely."
Scogbert slapped her and her face did a half turn. She whimpered softly as she got a faint taste of blood. "You ain't hurt," he said, rolling her so around on the bed like a helpless doll. She groaned as he positioned his bulk between her widely spread legs.
"Don't," she said. "I don't want to."
Scogbert laid his penis across her mound. The large glans throbbed hotly just inches below her navel as he deliberately taunted her with its presence. Any nervousness, any doubts he might have had were gone.
"Whine and cry all you want to, missy," he said. "You made your own bed. No matter what you think, this ain't the last white prick you'll find in your belly. You started it by becoming Janson's whore. Now it's me. That's just your way of doing things. You lay down and spread your legs for any man who can do something for you!"
Kitten didn't offer a retort. Not only was she filled with a shame that made her temporarily speechless, but she knew that the words he spoke held a large measure of truth.
She watched him with large, round eyes. He fondled her breasts, not at all expertly, and she was so unaffected by his caresses that the nipples did not harden. She felt slightly damp in her slit, but this was more a natural state than something brought on by sexual excitement.
Scogbert dragged his penis back through her pubic hair and carefully positioned his organ between her legs. His eyes studied the slightly-opened labia like a pool player about to sink a nine-ball.
Kitten felt his hot glans just above the vaginal opening. She waited. He was still fumbling, moving his penis around between her labia as if he did not know what to do next. He thrust once, missed, and thrust again. His knob slipped across her vagina and pushed further between her buttocks. She felt it against her anus and quickly shifted. She wasn't trying to help him, but she knew that the dumb clod could very well make a mistake that would not only be embarrassing but also very painful.
"I. . . you . . . it. . . "she said.
Scogbert flushed as he banged his organ at her unseen hole, his beefy face becoming a fiery red. "Damn you," he hissed, blaming Kitten for his own ineptness. "Can't you keep your ass still?"
Kitten wanted to get the ordeal over with. There was no going back, no changing her mind. She widened her legs even more and lifted her buttocks an inch or two from the bed. Her labia opened and the deep red mouth of her pussy could not be missed.
"Now," she said stiffly.
Scogbert positioned his glans and she let her buttocks sink back to the mattress. Her labia closed around his smooth, rounded knob. Scogbert shuddered with pleasure and thrust inward.
"Unh," she said.
"Tight," he said.
She lifted her ass again, trying to ease the awful pressure against her vaginal mouth. It was almost like the first time, when Janson had taken her virginity. She was too tense and her parts refused to relax. Her strained orifice gripped the detective's glans, ever-tightening, and he grunted as he tried to push through the wall of resistance put up by the strong, youthful muscles of her vagina. "It hurts," she whimpered. His fingers gripped her hips, bruising the tender flesh. His thick shaft threatened to buckle in the middle. He snorted and shoved. His drive was blunted, but a trickle of fluids from her vagina had begun to coat his glans with a slippery lubricant. His hands slid further around her hips and buttocks. He tugged at her ass, forcing the mounds further apart in an effort to widen her reluctant slit.
"Ohhh!"
She cried out as he made more progress, but the bursting pressure continued unabated. She began to writhe beneath him and beg for mercy, but she did not really attempt to escape the terrible shaft that was slowly impaling her body. She had gone this far. She would complete the agreement if it killed her.
"Oh, please!" she sobbed. She didn't know whether she was pleading with him to stop or to hurry his efforts at penetration. "Ahhh . . . uhhh!" She shuddered with relief as her reluctant folds broke away and allowed his thick, long penis to bore inward.
Scogbert grunted with deep, animal-like pleasure as the soft, moist folds of her tight pussy enveloped his cock in an exquisite embrace. Kitten's eyes were round with amazement; although she felt no distinct pleasure, a bit of unexplained passion bubbled in their depths. Her vagina contracted against his shaft and the man fed even more of his organ into her tense, hot belly.
Kitten's lovely breasts rose and fell. The nipples had now become erect. Tiny beads of perspiration spotted her brow. She opened and closed her mouth in a silent protest. Her tongue felt thick and useless.
Her lover leaned forward, his eyes bulging as the wonderful sensations in his stiff prick became more pronounced. He kissed her, quickly and hungrily. Kitten was stunned by the action. As many times as Abel Janson had made love to her, he had never kissed her, probably because of his prejudices. A white man could have intercourse with a girl like her, but kissing was taboo. But, to the big dumb cop who now mounted her frame, it obviously made little difference. She found herself appreciating the fact and discounted Scogbert's previous prejudices and words of hate.
Scogbert was still kissing her. Suddenly, he drew her tongue into his mouth and sucked hungrily on it. Kitten responded to the deep physical caress by lifting her ass and driving her cunt further onto his thick shaft. He grunted with satisfaction and ground his big balls into the warm valley between her buttocks.
"Oh, Gaaaa . . . " Kitten cried.
"You sweet, black little bitch," he hissed. His mouth broke away from her lips and he began to pole her with long, punishing thrusts. "You . . . you're the best piece of ass I ever had!"
After this exclamation, Scogbert said nothing, but he continued to fuck his victim almost viciously. Kitten writhed beneath him as he banged and pounded his stiff cock into her thoroughly wet and rapidly loosening canal.
"Oh, God!" Kitten was surprised to find herself responding more ardently. She could not deny that the thick, hard shaft felt delicious in her vagina. She was most definitely experiencing sensations that she had been unable to feel with Abel Janson. Her pussy was becoming wetter and the glowing warmth was spreading through her belly and buttocks. She wanted to mouth her emotions, to say some of the words that Janson had repeated so often.
She could not. Her sex-tortured mind had momentarily thought the man who mounted her was Roger. Through the waves of pleasure that assaulted both body and eyesight, she made out the face of her lover. It was beefy-red and drooling, the eyes filled with lust. Her lover was a cop and a black-hater. He was making love to her simply because she had a pussy, and for no other reason.
Kitten stiffened and froze, all response gone. Her sudden resistance to his lovemaking couldn't have bothered Scogbert less. He was already ejaculating. Kitten groaned in defeat, then sighed brokenly as she felt his semen flowing into the deep confines of her vagina.
Scogbert withdrew and Kitten tried to draw a portion of the sheet over her naked body. She felt utterly defiled. Her thighs were wet with his semen. She hugged them together, trying to stop the thick warm flow as it drooled from her vagina. He had filled her belly to overflowing.
His lust fed, Scogbert jerked on his shorts and pants. His hairy chest was soaked with sweat and still heaving from exertion. "Don't just lay there, girlie," he said, his eyes hard again. "You got four hours. Make good use of it." He finished dressing and left. Kitten burst into tears.
-3-
Her tears drying, Kitten ran naked around the apartment, stuffing clothing into a large suitcase. Most of the money she had obtained from Abel Janson was in the bank-she couldn't get it until Monday-but she had a few dollars holed away in various hiding spots in the kitchen and bedroom.
The necessary tasks completed, she dressed, taking as little time as possible. This time she decided to put on a bra. She slipped her breasts into the cups and tried to fasten the snaps behind her back. She encountered some difficulty, glanced impatiently at the clock, then jerked the bra away from her bobbing tits and threw it across the room.
She rummaged through one of the dresser drawers, snatched the first pair of panties she saw and stepped into them. It was not until she jerked them around her waist that she saw the large hole just above her pubic mound. A bit of dark hair pushed through like an obscene finger. She ignored it, took the first dress she touched from the closet and slipped into it. It was a clinging thing, showing the curvature of breasts and buttocks in a manner that would put a street-walker to shame, but she had no time to think about morals or public opinion.
A cab took her to Roger's apartment and she roused him with prolonged hammering on the door.
"My God," he breathed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he greeted her. "I thought I told you to stay home until I called."
Kitten slipped through the door and closed it behind her. "Get dressed," she said quickly. "They . . . they know."
"About Janson?"
Kitten nodded. "The old lady in the apartment below me saw us carrying the body to the car."
She couldn't help but notice Roger's body. Her eyes went up and down his muscular frame. He had been sleeping almost in the nude, wearing only a pair of boxer-style shorts. Her eyes searched for signs of his genitals, and she found herself wondering how he'd look completely naked. She'd never seen him naked, never seen his penis, but she'd felt its hardness against her cunt many times when he had kissed her and had become aroused by her nearness.
Roger stumbled back into the bedroom and jerked on his pants. "The law was at your place?" he asked as he slipped on shirt and shoes.
"That man who was with Hardy," she said.
Roger put on his coat. "Scogbert," he said. "Next to Hardy, he's the biggest sonofabitch on the force. How'd you manage to get away from him?"
Kitten went numb all over. "It doesn't matter," she said. "Let's hurry."
Roger carried her suitcase to the car, dumped it into the backseat, and climbed under the wheel. "I'm not so sure we're not doing the wrong thing," he said. "But I have to have time to think this thing out. Hardy has us up a tree."
Kitten had misgivings, part of them brought on by her intimacy with Scogbert. "I have no right to involve you," she said. "Just take me a few miles out of town and give me a chance to catch a ride."
"Nothing doing," Roger said flatly. "I'm already involved. I'm an accessory to the fact, and that makes me as guilty as you. I knew about Janson's death and I helped you hide the body." His mouth tightened. "Whatever we do, we can't just keep running. We have to have a plan."
Kitten snuggled close to him. She needed the warmth and comfort his body offered. "What can we do?"
"First, we move Janson's body," Roger said. "Without a body, there is no murder. Hardy knows the time we left your apartment and when you returned. He can figure out how far we could have traveled in that length of time They'll pinpoint every hiding place within that range and eventually come up with Janson. Hardy's crooked, but he's not dumb."
"Oh, God," Kitten moaned. "I wish I'd never met Abel Janson."
"It's too late for regrets," Roger told her. He drove in silence for a few minutes, then gave her a strange look. "You never did tell me how you got away from Scogbert."
Kitten swallowed nervously and remained silent.
"Kitten? Did you hear me?"
"Yes," she said weakly.
"Well?"
"He . . . he let me go," she said.
"He just let you walk out the door and come to me?" Roger shook his head. "Not Scogbert, honey."
"Maybe he felt sorry for me." Her voice trailed away.
"Not Scogbert," Roger repeated, then suddenly exploded as the truth came to him. "You went to bed with that big bastard?"
"Y . . . yes." Kitten knew that she had been exposed, and she no longer tried to hide what had happened.
Roger looked sick. "You let the sonofabitch fuck you . . . "
Kitten flushed with embarrassment, but quickly retorted. She was tired of making excuses for every move she made. "I had no choice, Roger! Yes! I went to bed with him. I'd go to bed with every cop on the force if it'd keep me out of the gas chamber!"
"I believe you would!" Roger yelled back.
Kitten softened instantly. "No, no," she mumbled. "No. I didn't mean that."
Roger whistled through gritted teeth. "Boy. Am I the world's greatest chump. Everybody sleeps with my girl but me. Even the Viet Cong didn't fight that dirty."
"All right!" Kitten shouted. She was torn between bursting into tears and telling Roger to go to hell. "If you feel so left out, just pull over to the side of the road and make love to me. Make love to me until we're both too exhausted to move."
"I don't want it that way," he said.
Her laughter ridiculed him. "What'sa matter, white boy?" she asked. "Don't you fuck nigger gals, either?"
Even in the darkness she could see the color draining from his face. She instantly regretted her words. Before she could voice apologies, Roger took one hand from the wheel and slapped her so hard that her head spun around.
"Don't ever talk that way again," he spat.
She glared at him.
"It's not like you," he continued. "You've listened to all this hate crap until you're beginning to believe it yourself. I'm not another Hardy or Scogbert. I love you for yourself. Won't you ever understand that, Kitten? White blood or black blood has nothing to do with the way I feel about you. And if you want to get vulgar-which you obviously do-the slit between your legs has nothing to do with my emotions. Sure, I can get a hard-on just from kissing you. What man wouldn't? But that's not my main interest. True love is something besides a wet pussy and a hard prick!"
"Oh, my God, Roger," she whimpered. "When will I ever stop trying to destroy us?"
Roger's short lecture had pierced the hard shell she had been trying to put between them. She was sorry that she had hurt him again. She cuddled against him, feeling soft and warm and wanted. The nipples of her breasts were pressed against the hardness of his arm. They were taut and the hot globes behind them shook gently as she continued to sob.
"Easy," he said. He reached down to pat her trembling thigh. "I didn't mean to break you up."
"It's not just what you said," she sniffed. "I . . . I'm just so mixed up, Roger."
She liked the touch of his hand on her thigh, the fingers resting just inches from her pubic mound. She felt very good and very bad at the same time. She wished he'd ease his hand higher and squeeze her pussy, but she was still too hung up about sex to suggest such a thing.
The more she thought about it, the more she wanted Roger to make love to her. But Scogbert and Abel Janson kept creeping into her thoughts. Sex hadn't been good with either of them, but then, she hadn't had the deep feelings about them that she had for Roger. Perhaps . . .
Kitten smiled to herself in the darkness. She wanted to try, wanted to give herself another chance to make the sex act the perfectly thrilling thing she thought it should be. Impulsively, she put her hand on Roger's thigh, stroking at his pants with slender fingers. She felt his penis briefly, then moved her hand away. His organ had been soft and warm. She continued to knead his leg, then returned to the original spot of contact. His member had firmed itself and was now a lengthy, thick rod that throbbed hotly along his right thigh.
She gripped it tightly, then suddenly jerked her hand away, afraid that he might think her too forward. When she pulled away from him, Roger took a deep breath. She saw his shoulders slump and an uneasy silence fell between them.
"I had to do it," she said finally.
"What?" he asked.
"Scogbert." he said.
"Forget it," he said. "I was angry at first, but I understand your motive."
"We had to have the four hours he gave me," she said.
"Okay," he said, but she noticed that his lower lip trembled as he spoke. "I'm sorry," she said.
"Sure," he said, his voice almost inaudible.
She touched his thigh again, searching for his penis. When she found it, it was soft and pulpy, but a new erection began to form almost instantly.
"Hurry," she whispered.
The cabin hadn't been disturbed, but they didn't bother to check the back room for Abel Janson's body. Roger pulled the tattered shades in the large front room, then went into the other bedroom. He struck a match and found an old kerosene lamp.
The wick was wet and a few drops of fuel remained in the reservoir. It would last an hour or so. By then it would be daybreak.
He lit the lamp and replaced the dirty mantle. When he turned around, Kitten was standing in the doorway, her dark eyes smoldering with desire. With a small cry, she came into his arms, fastening herself to him and trying to blend her breasts and belly with his flesh.
Roger had lost much of his erection going from the car to the cabin, but it began to re-form immediately. He pushed his stiffening penis against her pubic mound.
"Kitten . . . "
"Love me, Roger," she said.
"We . . . we're pressed for time," he said, his hands roving over her ass.
"We have four hours," she reminded him. "Four hours to do anything we want to do."
"Less the hour we've already wasted," he said.
Kitten looked disappointed. Apparently he was refusing her request. But she smiled when he took off his coat and began to undo the buttons of his shirt. She slipped quickly out of her dress. Modesty was lost forever.
Roger grimaced. Something in his throat bobbed up and down. It was the first time he had ever seen Kitten in the nude and her beauty overwhelmed him. He fumbled with his pants, unable to manipulate the zipper. He couldn't keep his eyes from her. Against the light from the kerosene lamp, her skin appeared almost bronze. But the nipples of her breasts were a fiery red, the spreading aureoles adding to their charm.
The skimpy panties she wore concealed almost nothing. A tuft of hair pushed through the hole near the crotch and he could see the shadow of the remainder through the material. She eased the panties down her legs, her firm breasts hardly changing position as she leaned forward. When she straightened again, his eyes were fastened on her lower belly. The tiny pubic curls were springing loose like small coils of wire.
"Oh, damn." Roger jerked at the stubborn zipper until it gave up the fight.
As he pushed his pants down, Kitten saw his penis shoot through the opening in his shorts. She gasped. His organ was breathtaking. The thick white shaft was as straight as an arrow, and the glistening crimson knob at its tip was pure symmetry.
"Roger," she said softly.
He knelt to take off his shoes and socks, and she continued to stare at the fine erection he had achieved. By the time he was naked, her cunt was moist with desire. She moved close and he took her in his arms, pushing his stiff penis between her legs. She moaned as it throbbed against her crevice, the cockhead pushing on between her buttocks.
"Oh, take me, Roger," she whispered. "Take me now."
Roger glanced toward the wall that separated the two bedrooms. "We're forgetting about Abel Janson," he said. "His body's in the next room."
"Dead men don't tell tales," she said, hugging him. "And even if they did, who cares?"
"I keep thinking about Hardy," he said.
She sensed his reluctance. "Don't you want me, Roger?"
"You know I do," he whispered. "But that damned Hardy is probably headed this way in the fastest squad car in the fleet.. . "
She tugged at him. "Four hours, honey," she reminded him. "We have four hours."
"Three," he corrected again, then held her squirming body to him and eased toward the dust-covered mattress on the old ramshackle bed.
Kitten quickly opened her thighs to him, then shuddered with ecstasy as his stiff cock plowed easily into her wet and willing channel. "Ohhh!" His big stalk filled her heaving, straining belly as he buried his balls in the crevice of her ass.
"Ohhh.. . " He shut out her cries by smothering her gasping mouth with his 'own. They kissed hungrily, their arms and legs entwined as he fucked her in rapid fashion. His thirst for her body was like that of a lost desert rat stumbling upon a pool of cool water.
"Roger, oh, Roger!" she cried, feeling much the same as he. Her impatience hurried to meet his and their organs blended hotly and surely. Flesh seared against flesh as their bellies pounded together toward a quick and satisfying climax.
She felt his knob pressing against her cervix and the mouth of her womb nibbled hungrily at his bloated glans. Her vagina crawled along his shaft and her fluids trickled from her hole in a thick stream of pure pleasure.
Kitten was overwhelmed. Neither Janson nor Scogbert had come close to making her feel that she had one foot in heaven. "Fuck, oh, fuck me. Roger," she whimpered unashamedly. She was suddenly glad that the evil term Janson had taught her had become useful. It was the best way she knew to express her excitement and appreciation for the fine, hard shaft that was doing such wondrous things for her highly titillated pussy.
Roger's body shivered against her as his elongated cock pounded into her hole. "You're good!"
"I . . . Roger . . . oh, darling!" She screamed with delight, clinging to him as she felt his hot sperm foaming into her belly. She lifted her buttocks, hammering herself at Roger as her sexual excitement reached new heights. "Oh, Roger! I . . . I. . . oh, dear . . . I'm coming!"
Her belly seemed to melt and her uterus emptied itself into her vagina, blending her fluids with the thick come that still poured from Roger's imbedded penis.
"God," he groaned.
"Ummm," she said appreciatively, then collapsed with sheer exhaustion as Roger extracted his penis from between her legs. He sprawled beside her and put his hand on her belly.
"Again?" he asked.
She smiled at him through starry eyes. "As soon as I get my breath."
He smiled back and put his hand between her legs, his palm caressing her hot, wet labia. She closed her legs against his hand and wrist in a loving response, jumping slightly as his fingers applied pressure to her swollen, throbbing clitoris.
She reached out and fondled his penis.
"It was the best ever for me," she said.
"Better than Janson or Scogbert?" he asked. He hadn't asked the question in malice. It had come automatically. Truthfully, at this very moment, he didn't care if she had fucked a thousand men before him. She was his.
"They don't count," she said. "They never did." Kitten sensed that he had forgiven her, and she loved him all the more for being so understanding. "With them it was just something I had to do. With you . . . well.. . " She giggled. "Do you know that neither of them ever made me come."
"Small wonder," he said.
"I really mean it," Kitten said. "I'm not lying." He stared at her.
"It was the first time for me," she said. "Really. I didn't know what it was all about." She caressed the shaft of his penis. It was as firm as steel again. "You . . . that . . . made me come like crazy, honey."
Roger grinned and rolled over, throwing one leg across her thighs. His stiff penis pushed toward the black triangle of pubic hair, and she tried to open her legs beneath his weight.
He paused, his body going tense, then pushed away from her. She threw her arms around his waist and tried to pull him back between her legs.
"No, wait," he said urgently. "Listen."
Kitten looked surprised and then she sensed the danger that threatened them. Her ears strained and she picked up the sound of a car's motor. "Someone's coming," she said.
"Yeah."
They sprang from the bed in unison and went through the front room. Peering around one of the ragged shades, Kitten could see the first rays of the morning sun breaking across the treetops. Closer to the cabin, where the road came through a clearing, she could see the approaching squad car.
"Ten to one it's Hardy," Roger said.
"But Scogbert promised me four hours!" Kitten complained.
"A guy like Scogbert doesn't keep his promises," Roger said. "Remember that." He dashed naked toward the bedroom and began to jerk on his clothing. "If Hardy finds the body here, we've had it," he said grimly.
"What can we do with it?" Kitten asked.
"I'll drag the body out the back way and into the woods," Roger said. "Then I'll come back for you."
"Maybe it'll be better if you don't come back," Kitten suggested. "What?"
"When you get rid of the body, just keep going," she said.
"I don't leave you here alone with Hardy," Roger said.
"Don't worry," she said. "He won't do anything but take me to jail."
"I know what the bastard will do," Roger growled, his face livid. "He'll . . . "
"Don't argue," Kitten said. "Do we have any choice? What can we do if we're both behind bars?"
"I guess you're right," Roger agreed finally. "But I don't like it." He looked reluctantly toward Kitten's beautifully naked body again, then hurried into the other bedroom to drag Abel Janson's body from the cabin.
Kitten heard the squad car stop outside. She slipped the dress over her head and did her best to straighten her hair. Footsteps sounded on the porch and the squeaky front door opened. She caught sight of Hardy, then noticed the panties lying at her feet. Very expertly, she picked them up with her toes and kicked them under the bed.
-4-
Hardy didn't have a chance to go into the wrong bedroom. Kitten was standing very near the doorway and the morning sun filtered through the torn shades to her right. Strange, seductive shadows danced across her belly and tits. Hardy imagined that she was naked, and she wasn't really hiding much. The clinging dress revealed each tantalizing curve. His eyes fastened on the spots where her unbound nipples dotted the fabric.
Hardy grinned. "This was as easy as catching a bird in a cage."
"Scogbert promised me four hours," Kitten said.
"Well, you gotta excuse Scogbert," Hardy laughed. "You had him out of his mind, flashing all that raw sex at him. Oh, I got no doubt but what he meant to keep his promise. But once he got his balls off, he got to thinking. He knew I'd have his hide if he let me waste four hours." -
"How'd you know where to come?" Kitten asked, stalling.
"Just a hunch," Hardy said, feeling his oats. "Couple of us came camping up here with Roger a few months ago. That was before he got all confused, when he knew that he was for the law instead of against it."
"Maybe he couldn't stand all the dirt," Kitten sneered.
"Words will never hurt me," Hardy said. Kitten tried to peer around him. "You came alone?" she asked.
"Didn't figure I'd need any help," Hardy said confidently. "You I can handle. And there's nothing I'd like better than to put a thirty-eight slug through Roger's guts for resisting arrest." He looked around him. "Where is your boy friend? Hiding under the bed?"
"He's not here," she said.
"Don't give me that crap."
"He hasn't been here," she said. "I came alone."
"More shit," Hardy said. "I guess he's out in the woods hiding the body. Well, he can't drag it far enough to do much good. I'll find it."
Kitten couldn't control her eyes. They went in the direction of the other bedroom. Hardy left to check it, then quickly returned. "You're stalling me again," he said. "But I know the body was in there. The room has the stench of death in it."
"The whole cabin has a strange smell to it," Kitten said. "It's filthy and dusty. Nobody has lived here in years."
Hardy chuckled and made a sniffing sound. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Like this room. It smells like somebody just got herself fucked."
Kitten blushed hotly. "Listen, I don't have to take-"
"Shut up," Hardy barked. He went to the bed and ran his finger across a wet spot on the mattress. "Since you claim to be alone, I guess you've just been laying here, frigging yourself until you came all over the place."
"Oh!" Kitten gasped as Hardy turned abruptly and jerked up the front of her dress. She tried to push it back over her exposed pubic mound.
Hardy pulled it up again, grinning. Then he crammed his hand between her legs, squeezing her cunt.
"You make a habit of not wearing a bra and panties?" he asked.
"I.. . I.. . " Kitten stammered.
"I guess that makes it nice for the boy friend," Hardy said. "Whenever he wants a little, he just yanks up your dress and pokes it in your hot little hole." He shook his head, a leer on his face. "The way Roger's hanging onto you, risking his ass to keep you out of jail, you must have the best pussy in town."
Kitten stood very still as he continued to run his finger through her slimy slit. She hated Hardy and despised the thing he was doing to her, but every minute he wasted gave Roger another minute to do something with Abel Janson's body.
She watched Hardy's erection stiffen against the front of his pants. Soon he'd tire of playing and would want something more from her. Hardy grunted and jerked his hand from between her legs. His palm was wet with her fluids. He took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the hand dry.
"I've never fucked a nigger before," he said.
"You tried hard enough when I was sixteen," Kitten accused.
"That was before you picked up so much experience," Hardy sneered. He turned and started toward the front door. "I'd better try to run down your boy friend."
Kitten knew that she had to do something to detain him. She did not hesitate as she peeled the dress away. If it meant giving him her body, so be it. It seemed strange that he had wanted her so badly that day in the lock-up and now he wanted no part of her. Like the others, he could not forget that black blood flowed in her veins.
"Hardy!" she said desperately.
He turned, grimacing at the sight of her completely naked body. Kitten knew his thoughts. The black didn't show. Her skin was so light that he couldn't even classify her as high-yellow. She was more white than black. She pulled back her shoulders, firming her tits and pushing her nipples high.
"I'm tired of running from you, Hardy," she said.
"Running, hell," he said, his eyes roving over her body with new interest. "You're practically under lock and key."
"I mean that I'm tired of trying to keep you from . . . from . . . " She squeezed the words out, knowing that he needed an extra spark to make up his mind. ". . . fucking me."
"Yeah," he said, her sudden brazenness getting to him. "I'll get you sooner or later, anyway." He unzipped his pants and reached inside for his penis.
"On the bed?" she asked quickly.
"Yeah," he said. "On the bed." He looked suspiciously at her, knowing it was too easy. Even so, he could not force himself to walk away without touching her.
She lay on her back, her legs closed together. "I'm ready," she said.
Hardy was thoughtful, even as he clutched his stiff rod.
Kitten sat up. "Make up your mind."
"Wait just a second," Hardy said. "Before we start, let me say that I'm not making a deal like Scogbert made. No four hours. Just enough time for a good screw. Then I'm taking you in."
"I'm not asking for a deal," she said, opening her thighs so that he could see a bit more of the soft, moist flesh that awaited him.
"I'd hate like hell to get blown out of the saddle just when it started getting good," Hardy said. "Like as not your boy friend is outside, waiting for me to crawl between your legs before he puts a bullet in my back."
"No," Kitten said. "You're wrong."
"You can't tell me that you just suddenly got the urge to fuck me," Hardy said.
"Maybe that's it," Kitten said. "Maybe I've had a yen for you all along."
Hardy's eyes narrowed. "If Roger ain't outside, then you're stalling, giving him more time to get away."
"Maybe I'll be worth it," Kitten said.
Hardy stared at his penis again. He'd never seen it so firm and thick. His glans was bursting with inward pressure. He began to shuck his clothing. "If you're thinking about using this to blackmail me, forget it," he said. "Nobody will believe you."
"Nobody's ever believed me," Kitten said.
Hardy hung his pants and shirt neatly over the back of an old chair. His back was turned to Kitten and she could not see the enormous erection that had formed at his groin. Hardy noticed the kerosene lamp, turned the wick down, and doused the light. "Won't need this any longer," he said. "Save the fuel for the next impatient stud looking for a place to lay his best girl."
The sun's rays filtered more strongly through the tattered shades. One beam shone especially strong through an extra large hole, and it struck the detective across the face as he walked toward the bed.
Kitten put her hand to her mouth to smother an exclamation. She recalled the blinding flash that had exposed the face of Abel Janson's killer in her bedroom that night. A similar flash across Hardy's face brought total recollection and recognition.
Hardy misunderstood. "Scared?" he laughed. "My cock ain't that big. Besides, I always heard you black gals could take just about anything a man offered."
"You killed him," Kitten whispered.
"What are you talking about?" Hardy growled.
"You killed Abel Janson," Kitten said. "I saw your face when the gun went off."
"You're nuts," Hardy said. He remained poker-faced, but Kitten knew that she was not mistaken.
"You're deliberately framing me," she said. "Can you prove it?" Hardy asked. "No, but . . . "
Hardy grinned slyly. "Suppose I did kill Abel like you say? Wouldn't I be a damned fool to take you in? Best thing to do would be to shoot you on the spot. Say you pulled a razor or a butcher knife on me. Your type is known for that sort of thing."
Hardy's shoulder holster and .38 were already lying on the dresser. Kitten glanced toward them. "I don't think you want to kill me," she said. "I don't think you can afford to. With me dead, you'd have no one to pin the rap on."
"Rap?" Hardy grunted. "As far as the law is concerned, you're guilty, baby. The finger is pointing right at you."
"Without a body?" Kitten asked.
"Oh, we'll come up with the body," Hardy assured her. "No matter how far Roger drags it into the hills, we'll find it. It'll attract the buzzards sooner or later. Now, let's stop the talking and do a little fucking. This hard-on is killing me."
Kitten had almost changed her mind. She'd stalled Hardy long enough for Roger to make his getaway. There was very little purpose in balling the detective.
She tried to rise, but Hardy pushed her back on the bed. His face was livid. "Don't play games with me, Kitten. Your boy friend got away and you're taking what's coming to you. All ten inches of it."
Hardy exaggerated the size of his penis, but it looked that big to Kitten. "No, I . . . " She tried to inch away from him, but he pounced at her like a big cat. She rolled over on her belly and Hardy pinned her, his big cock throbbing in the trembling crevice of her trim buttocks.
He dug his hands between her body and the mattress, clutching her tits. His weight was too much for her. She bounced her buttocks at him and felt his stiff rod slipping deeper into the warm valley of her ass. "No!" She gasped when his glowing glans made contact with her anus.
"You can lay on your back and do it right or get it rammed in your ass," Hardy threatened, grinding his knob against the tight little hole.
"No, please, I'll do it," Kitten said quickly. Hardy released his weight and she flipped over on her back.
Hardy pried her legs apart and studied the puffy labia covered with the finely textured hair. They were contracting, opening in fright to show a bit of the flushed inner folds of her moist pussy. Hardy hooked his thumbs at the edge of the warm crevice and pulled her labia apart. Her small red clitoris pushed up at him, its surface glistening with fluids.
The detective laughed nervously as he eyed her raw sex, then looked back over his shoulder as if he expected someone to walk in at any moment.
"You look good enough to eat," he said. "I'll swear, if I didn't know what you were, I'd go down on you."
Kitten stared at him, her dark eyes filled with hate. Resentment surged through her. Hardy had no use for her and her kind, yet he was going to force her to submit to him. She struck back at him the only way she could. "Eat me, you bastard. That's all you're fit for!"
Hardy's face went pale as he slapped her. His bloodless lips trembled. "No black bitch is going to talk to me that way," he said. He grasped her shoulders and shook her until her teeth rattled. "You hear me, you little whore?"
Kitten spat in his face.
Hardy started to hit her with his fist, but hesitated. A grin slid across his face. "I could beat the shit out of you and you'd still fight and call me a honky bastard," he said. "But you've given me a good idea-one that'll put your sharp tongue in its proper place. Around the head of my cock."
"No!" Kitten said.
"Hell," Hardy growled. "Don't look like you never done it before. I'll bet Abel Janson blowed his balls down your throat a dozen times. Abel went in for the unusual."
"He didn't," Kitten whimpered. "He didn't!"
She was bug-eyed. Hardy had his legs across her thighs, his penis resting on her pubic mound. The degrading thing he had threatened her with made his organ appear twice as large as it really was. She'd heard of such acts being committed on women, but she'd always considered them to be fantasy. And the expression was kicked back and forth in the ghetto to show disdain for another person, but she couldn't imagine such a thing happening in real life-not with herself on the receiving end.
Hardy eased forward, pushing his swollen prick before him. His glans burned against her quivering belly, just below the navel.
"No, please," she gasped. "I've never . . . "
Kitten's tits strained high above her chest, the globes so taut that they threatened to pop from the smooth, silky skin. Her face was contorted in horror. Hardy kept coming and she shuddered as his large balls dragged across her belly.
"My God," she whispered. "Don't."
Her nails dug into Hardy's hips but he ignored them. He was poised directly above her, his testicles dangling in the valley between her tits, and he knelt with his knees just below her armpits. His penis projected toward her face, thick and stiff, the bloated knob pulsating with desire.
"I won't," Kitten said, compressing her lips into a thin trembling line.
"Suck it," Hardy commanded.
Kitten rolled her head back and forth.
Hardy inched his penis closer to her mouth. "I got plenty of time." He pushed down on the stiff shaft, forcing his knob toward her lips. "I'll just sit here and dangle it before you until you decide you'd really like it this way."
Kitten mumbled something between clenched teeth.
Hardy's cockhead glistened and jerked, blotting out Kitten's vision of other things. A premature drop of semen rested on the tiny mouth of his glans, and Kitten was surprised to find herself wondering how it would taste. She stuck the tip of her pink tongue through her lips, then quickly pulled it back.
"Go on," Hardy urged. "Take it."
Kitten's head moved vigorously as her eyes said no. The dust from the dirty mattress entered her nostrils and she went into a fit of coughing. Hardy chose the opportune moments to push his cock at her open mouth.
"Glahhh!"
Kitten almost choked, but the presence of his glans against her tongue so startled her that the reaction was cut short. Her eyes flashed more hate for him and she pulled her lips tautly away from the base of his huge glans. Her teeth were bared, their sharp whiteness applying pressure to his sensitive flesh.
"Unh!" Hardy grunted and shoved his cock another inch into her mouth. Kitten's teeth still threatened, clinging doggedly to his stalk. "Damn you," he gritted. "Bite it and I'll ram the whole thing down your throat." He hunched again for emphasis and Kitten felt more of the penis filling her mouth. She knew that she couldn't take any more without strangling on it.
Her grip softened against his shaft and her lovely lips cuddled his organ almost carefully.
Hardy grinned triumphantly. "Ready to see things my way?"
She made a nodding motion and he withdrew a portion of his organ. Kitten's lips trembled. His hot knob rested against her tongue again. She silently cursed her tormentor as she waited his command.
"Suck it," he growled. "Suck it like you mean it."
Her lips moved faintly and Hardy groaned as her moist tongue curled around his glans. He made a short fucking motion into her mouth and Kitten was fearful he would forget himself and really ram the awful thing down her throat. She sucked more strongly, hating the taste of his flesh and swearing that she would kill him if the opportunity ever presented itself.
Hardy's eyes were glazed and unseeing as his genitals were filled with a wonderful, never-ending sensation. Kitten hurried to get the act over with. She feared that Roger would return and see her committing the vile act. Her mouth worked feverishly. Hardy's balls jerked violently against her chin and she almost died in anticipating the next moment. He was about to come.
She began to make a gurgling sound even before the first hot jet of semen struck the back of her mouth. "Ga . . . hhh!" It was literally pouring into her, hot and thick as it filled her mouth to overflowing. She tried to force his sperm out around Hardy's enormous shaft, but was only partially successful. He jammed his throbbing, jerking prick to the back of her throat and she was forced to swallow the remainder of his spending.
"You bastard," she said, wiping at her lips as Hardy withdrew. She spat.
"Don't put me on," Hardy said. "You liked it. I could tell by the way you looked at me. Like you wanted to eat me alive. Like you wanted me to shove it all the way down in your belly."
"Liar!" Kitten spat at him from the prone position, then looked past him to the shoulder holster and .38 lying on the dresser. She knew that she could spring from the bed and have her hand on the gun in seconds. And she knew that she could pull the trigger. After the vile thing he had forced upon her, it would be easy to empty the weapon into his mocking face.
She raised herself on her elbow, hoping that
Hardy would not guess what she had in mind. She purposely looked away from the gun, her eyes moving toward the front room. The door leading outside was partially opened and she could see Roger peering through.
Roger put a finger to his lips, warning her not to betray his presence. She was surprised that he did not appear angry. Obviously he had not seen the thing Hardy had forced her to do. It was also apparent that Roger was taking it for granted that Hardy had already had intercourse with her.
Roger made more motions and Kitten understood. She didn't know what he had in mind, but he wanted her to hold Hardy's attention. She only knew one way to do it.
Hardy was reaching for his shorts.
"That's hardly a way to treat a girl," Kitten said. "I mean-take what you want and not give her anything in return."
Hardy laughed. "I gave you a mouthful of come. What more do you want?"
Kitten smiled while she cursed him under her breath. "I need to be satisfied before we leave," she said. "Really satisfied."
Hardy paused, holding his shorts in one hand and scratching his belly with the other. "You're a strange one," he said. "One minute you act like you want to kill me. The next you're trying to get me back into bed."
Kitten kept smiling. She pushed her breasts at him and spread her legs to expose her pussy. "Maybe I just got the yen for you all of a sudden," she said. "And maybe I want to see if you're more of a man than Abel Janson was."
Hardy exploded. "Don't compare me with Abel Janson! That sonofabitch wasn't fit to shine my shoes!"
Kitten was surprised at Hardy's strong reaction. "You must have hated him."
"That's a mild word for it," Hardy scowled.
"And you still want to take me in for killing him?" Kitten asked.
"It's my job," Hardy said bluntly, then changed the subject. "Do you want to fuck or not?"
Kitten forced a giggle she didn't feel. "I'm still on the bed."
Hardy threw his shorts aside and sat on the edge of the bed. His hand rested on Kitten's belly, just above her pubic mound. She tried hard not to let the hate she felt for him show. Hardy stared at his fallen erection, then began to finger the edges of her pubic hair. His balls felt empty, like he couldn't ejaculate again for days, but he didn't intend to give the girl a chance to laugh at him for being impotent.
Kitten lay very still as he began to rub her cunt. His hand traveled back and forth between her legs and buttocks, caressing the entire valley of her sex. And then he eased a finger into her moist hole and began to frig her clitoris.
"Oh!" She gasped. She didn't want to admit it, but the sensations that were beginning to fill her belly were definitely pleasurable. She eased her mound upward, opening her thighs wider and giving Hardy's probing fingers greater access to her parts.
Hardy rubbed her clit more briskly, then suddenly put an exploring finger against her asshole and pushed hard. "Uhhh!" Kitten cried out in shock, but the action had given her a never-before-felt jolt of pleasure.
Hardy kept pushing.
Kitten's eyes widened as Hardy's finger proceeded into her anus up to the first knuckle. "Unh . . . oh . . . uhhhh!" She groaned and twisted with definite ecstasy.
"Ah!"
Hardy cried out in delight as he saw his penis stiffen abruptly. Fondling the girl's hot, wet pussy had done the trick. He quickly positioned himself between her thighs and rammed his cock in the general direction of her seeping hole.
"Ahhh!" Kitten sighed long and loud as his cock hit the proper spot and sank to the hilt in her warm passageway.
She could not believe that she was actually savoring the long, thick shaft that was buried in her pussy, and she tried hard not to let her pleasure show. Roger's creeping figure was approaching the door to the bedroom. She dared not let him see that she was enjoying the task he had assigned her. It was difficult with Hardy's thick rod pounding into her aroused hole.
"Mmmmmm." She bit at her lower lip to stifle the moans of pleasure that gurgled deep within her throat. Her buttocks formed hard knots of flesh as she fought off the urge to lift her ass and bang it against Hardy's hot, dangling balls.
Roger was moving into the room. He eased along the wall toward the dresser that held Hardy's gun. Kitten was fearful that Roger intended to use the gun on the detective, but she was even more fearful that Hardy might discover him before he reached the weapon.
Quickly, she looped her legs around the detective's waist, hooking her feet together in the small of his back to hold him in place. He groaned as his prick slipped even deeper into the tight, clutching jaws of her pussy. Kitten sobbed low and fitfully as he fucked her deeply. It was impossible for her not to enjoy the act, but she tried to tear her mind away from the delicious thing in her belly long enough to watch Roger's progress.
He was very near the dresser and was reaching for the shoulder holster.
"Um . . . ummm!" She drowned the exclamation of pleasure by swallowing hard, but Hardy's big knob ground against her cervix and she cried out again. "God, oh, God!"
The ecstasy blinded her. She could hardly see Roger. It appeared that he was taking the .38 out of the holster. Then he turned toward the pair making love, grimaced his distaste, controlled his anger with a magnificent display of self-restraint, then eased back toward the front door.
Hardy heard the noise as Roger's feet scuffed on the floor. He started to look around, but Kitten prevented the action by thrusting her cunt onto his shaft with such force that his balls were jarred. She worked her vaginal muscles with an expertise that surprised even herself. Hardy was so stimulated that he couldn't have cared less if the world had exploded behind him. His eyes bulged as Kitten's vagina continued to milk his imbedded stalk.
When she knew that Roger was safely out the front door, Kitten tried to stop the screwing actions of her parts. She could not. The presence of Hardy's churning penis dominated her body. Desire gripped her, causing a violent spasm in her pussy.
He rammed her again and again, burying his penis to the balls. Kitten's belly undulated as she pushed her ass upward, her legs wrapping more tightly around the detective's body. His prick slithered into her hot rift and her hole bubbled with fresh fluids as she neared an orgasm.
Kitten was gratified. She had come for the first time with Roger, and now she was about to come again with a man she actually hated. It meant that she was completely normal, that she could respond to a man-any man. She couldn't wait any longer for the voluptuous explosion to take place in her belly.
"Fuck me," she said fiercely. "Oh, fuck me, you bastard!"
"Baby, baby, baby," Hardy babbled, pile driving his thick, ready-to-erupt cock into her searing cunt.
For the moment, they forgot that they were bitter enemies. Hardy forgot who she was and where she had come from as he savored the hot, wet pussy that gnawed and nibbled on his cock. And Kitten couldn't have cared less who the wonderfully stiff penis belonged to. She only knew that she liked it, that it was doing wonderful things inside her belly, and that she was building toward a body-rending, flesh-draining climax such as she had never before experienced.
She gasped as her body began to shudder uncontrollably. Her vagina crawled along his shaft and sucked at his knob. She whimpered appreciatively, then cried out. "Oh, I'm coming!"
Hardy fed his stalk into her belly until only his balls remained outside her fiery orifice. Kitten's buttocks were hard, almost knotted as they contracted, helping her vagina grip his pleasing stalk. She shuddered again as she felt his semen pumping into her hungry and waiting hole.
-5-
His body drained of lust, his sperm depleted, Hardy became his old self again. The naked girl who lay on the bed, his come still trickling from between her thighs, was once again a product of the ghetto. She was a little whore with black blood, a bitch who hated sex but who willingly traded her body for favors she had to have. He hated her for being black, and he hated her for being a woman. She could make a man feel like a rat, or she could make him feel like he had the world by the balls.
For several minutes, prior and during the climax, Kitten had felt warmth for Hardy. Their organs had met, their bodies had blended, and the hot fluids of their orgasm had met in a wet flood in her belly. But it was over now, and although his semen was still pooled deep in the ravished confines of her pussy, she felt nothing for the man. He was the same honky bastard as before.
While Hardy dressed, Kitten left the bed and struggled back into her dress and panties. She felt used and her body was weary. Her dark eyes reflected the sorrow she felt deep inside her.
Hardy was jerking on his pants when he heard the motor of Roger's car roar into life. He dashed toward the front door, tripped and fell, then cursed and struggled to his feet. When he returned, his face was flushed with anger. "Whetmire just took off in a cloud of dust," he said. "What do you think of him now?"
"He was supposed to leave," Kitten said.
"Yeah," Hard said, digging at her. "I forgot that you traded your black ass so that he could make a getaway. It must come in awful handy, having a pussy between your legs."
"Shut up!" Kitten screamed.
Hardy grimaced. "Well, we'll get him. I guess he put Janson's body back in the trunk of his car."
Kitten smiled, and her temporary triumph over Hardy expelled some of the deep shame that had begun to haunt her. "If there is a body," she said.
Hardy finished dressing and reached for his shoulder holster. He cursed loudly as he noticed that his .38 was missing. "You bitch!" he yelled. "What did you do with it?"
Kitten smirked at him. "I was flat on my back. Remember?"
Hardy looked sick. "You mean that night school lawyer sneaked in here and stole it while I was screwing you?"
Kitten nodded. "And he was about to blow your brains out," she said. It was a lie, but saying it had made her feel better. Somehow, she felt bad because Roger had stood across the room and watch the dirty cop fuck her. She'd wanted Roger to tear Hardy away from her body and give him a second thrashing, even though such an action would have been insane.
She sighed. She supposed that now that Roger had possessed her, he no longer cared what she did. Perhaps he'd be willing for her to sleep with every cop on the force if it would get them out of the present predicament. She felt cheap and unwanted, but she consoled herself with the thought that she was still alive and breathing. She had lost the battle of morals, but she had won the battle of time.
Hardy still stared at his empty holster. "When I get him, I'm going to put his ass under the jail," he promised. He took Kitten's arm and shoved her toward the doorway. "Get the hell out of here. Putting your hot little cunt behind bars will bring him out of hiding!"
Kitten was confident, even as the bars closed before her. Then, as the day drew to a close and night fell, she began to worry. She was alone in the large top floor cell that housed the worst prisoners. Her lone companion was a streetwalker who had been locked up a few minutes ago.
The woman was very white and very drunk. The first thing she had done had been to strip off every stitch of her clothing. She was now parading around the cell naked, scratching at her bushy pubic mound. Her big tits dangled heavily against her chest and her belly protruded roundly from between broad hips.
"A woman can't pick up a decent bit of change anymore without the cops putting the bite on her," she complained to Kitten. "Hell, I hadn't even turned a trick for tonight when I was pinched. I guess it's true what they say. A woman can't fuck and drink, too." She laughed and patted Kitten's buttocks. "You got a nice little ass, honey. Ever think of using it for profit?"
Kitten blushed deeply. "No."
"Don't look at me like that," the woman said haughtily. "I ain't a Lez." She sighed deeply as the overheated cell began to have its effect. Drowsiness crept across her features. Her eyes wandered around the large, undivided cell. "A damn folding bunk," she said, eyeing the small four-legged cot. "If I'da got a man, I'd be sleeping between clean sheets in some nice hotel . . . with a big cock between my legs!" She stumbled toward the bunk, sprawled across it, and was soon sleeping.
Kitten was glad that the woman had passed out. She didn't enjoy being pawed by a drunken female, and the woman had struck deeply when she had mentioned sex-for-profit. Kitten began to wonder if she really was any better than the white slut. She had traded her body with Janson, Scogbert, and Hardy. Who would be next?
The thing that concerned her most was that she was beginning to enjoy it. For a few precious minutes, Hardy's big cock had driven her wild. She couldn't forget it. She told herself that Roger Whetmire was the only man she truly loved. But even though there had been no deep and lasting emotion in the sex with Hardy, she had felt a physical craving for what he had given her. Had it become a permanent part of her make-up-this sudden obsession for sex? She could only hope not.
Kitten lay down on one of the smelly bunks and tried to sleep. Her eyes refused to close. It seemed like hours when she heard footsteps on the iron stairs. They were soft and cautious as they neared the top.
She sat expectantly on the edge of the bunk, the hair on her pubic mound bristling with anticipation. She imagined that Hardy had got a new hunger for her and was returning for another measure of her flesh. Or perhaps one of the cops who had arrested the broad-assed streetwalker had returned to make a deal. She'd heard of men arranging bonds for women in exchange for a few days shack-up time.
Kitten stood up and moved toward the door of the cell. A black face appeared at the head of the stairs. It opened in a toothy grin as its owner came very close to the bars.
"I heard you were in," the man said.
Kitten hardly recognized him. He was about her age, and if any white blood flowed in his veins, it did not show. She tried to remember. Sixteen had been such a long time ago. He had been one of the boys accused of breaking into the liquor store.
"Shuey?" she said.
The man shuffled his big feet across the steel-plating. "Yeah," he said. "I used fo have it bad for you, but you wouldn't give me a break."
Kitten resented the remark. "You only wanted one thing out of me, Shuey."
"Maybe not," Shuey said. "You didn't take time to find out."
"You were trouble," she said. "I didn't want to end up in some alley getting gang-banged."
"Trouble, yeah," Shuey said. "But I was black, too. And you were almost white, Kitten. You flaunted it, like I was dirt under your feet, like black hands made your skin crawl when they touched you. I could feel it. I could see it in your face when you looked at me.. . . "
"Don't give me any lectures, Shuey." Kitten turned her back to him. Most of what he had said was true.
"Look at me, Kitten," he growled.
She whirled. "I've got a murder rap hanging over my head, Shuey. I don't feel like arguing with you about the past!"
"Okay, okay," Shuey said. He glanced toward the woman who lay on the bunk. She was on her belly and a single light on the ceiling cast its weak beam over her naked body. "What an ass," Shuey whistled. "A yard wide." His smile became a leer. "You know, I've never fucked a white woman before. But you'd do, Kitten. You're almost white." His arms snaked through the bars and he took a firm grip on Kitten's narrow waist. "Shuey . . . "
He held her with one arm by pulling her belly against the bars. His free hand rubbed the mounds of her ass.
"Shuey. Don't!"
He tried to feel her cunt, but her pubic mound was guarded by one of the bars. Shuey kept rubbing her ass. Kitten knew that she was safe from him, but the intimacy bothered her. "You . . . you'll get in trouble, Shuey," she warned. "You have no business being up here."
"Afraid I have," Shuey said. "I'm a trustee."
"A trustee?"
"I do odd jobs around the jail while I'm serving out sixty days," he explained. "I come and go as I please, just as long as I don't leave the grounds and keep up my chores. Just about got it made. Getting out tomorrow."
"II they catch you up here with the women . . . " Kitten began.
"I'd catch hell and get a little more time," Shuey said. "But I ain't the only one that comes up to look at the women. This outfit is as crooked as a coiled rattlesnake. If a woman's good-looking, she don't stand much of a chance spending a night here without getting screwed."
Kitten had no reason to disbelieve Shuey. Her own teenage experience with Hardy was enough proof, and the same administration stilt ruled the town.
"Sometimes a fuzz will lock a girl up, then come back the same night to see how good she is in bed," Shuey continued. "Five or ten bucks to the jailor and a key passes hands. After that, the jailor don't hear nothing or see nothing, no matter how loud the victim hollers. 'Course, they don't try it with just any broad. Only the ones that can't afford to complain publicly that they was raped. Like her," he said, nodding toward the drunken streetwalker.
"They wouldn't do that to me," Kitten said. "Not now."
"Sure, they would," Shuey grinned. "You don't count nothing, Kitten. You got black blood. Besides, ain't nobody got no respect for you. Everybody knows about you living with Abel Janson, the big politician. And they know about your white boy friend. You tried to climb your way up by using your ass as a ladder, Kitten. It didn't work. You got no way to go but down. Your Sugar Daddy done gone and left you."
"Sugar Daddy?"
"Janson," Shuey grunted. "The papers say he disappeared, and all the cops will say is that they think he met with foul play."
Kitten felt relieved. "Then they don't have me charged with murder?"
"Can't," Shuey said. "No body. But they can hold you a few days for investigation."
Footsteps sounded again, interrupting the conversation between Shuey and Kitten. They were heavy and slow, signifying a big man. Shuey's eyes rolled back in his head. He released Kitten and pressed his back to the bars as he turned around.
"My Gawd," he said. He looked desperately for a way out, but the stairway was the only exit. Then he groaned out his misery as Scogbert's hulking figure blocked his way. "Mr. Scogbert, I . . . "
Scogbert grasped Shuey's shirt collar and hissed between his teeth. "What the hell you doing here, boy?" His voice was low and cutting and he tried to look unusually fierce. A man had to keep the darkies scared or they were hell to deal with, Scogbert believed.
Shuey's teeth chattered with fright. He was strong and muscular, and could have probably whipped Scogbert in a street brawl. But now he was without any backing and helpless. He was black and serving time. Scogbert was a white cop. "I . . . I just come up to speak to Kitten," Shuey whined.
"Don't lie to me, boy," Scogbert growled. "I know what you got in mind."
"Nothing, Mr. Scogbert," Shuey swore. "Nothing."
"You figured she'd jerk up her dress and push her pussy against the bars. Then you'd push that long pole of yours through and fuck her standing up. Or maybe she'd back up to the door and you'd fuck her from behind. I seen it done that way before. Came up here one time and caught a trustee with a slut backed up that way. She was backed-up so hard that it left the print of the bars on her ass for days. He was laying the meat to her and the come was running down her legs, plumb to the knees.. . . "
"I swear," Shuey moaned. "I just come to talk, Mr. Scogbert."
Scogbert looked toward the naked streetwalker. "Maybe you come to feast your filthy eyes on that white lady over there," he said. "Yeah, I bet you really been eyeing that big white ass."
Scogbert was taking a long look himself. The woman didn't appeal to him. He turned his eyes on Kitten and she could see the lust in their depths.
Kitten backed away although the cell door separated them. She was only guessing, but she knew that he had the key to her cell in his pocket.
Scogbert looked at Shuey, his hard voice beginning to soften. "Well, you can go back to your bed in the basement, boy," he said. "I won't mention finding you up here with the women." He gave Shuey a pat on the back. "I'm only doing this because you're a pretty good nigger."
Shuey was suddenly stubborn. His eyes had been ever watchful and he knew Scogbert's purpose. "I ain't going, Mr. Scogbert."
"You mouthing at me, boy?" Scogbert growled, shoving Shuey.
"I ain't mouthing, but I ain't going, either," Shuey said.
"What the hell's wrong with you?" Scogbert's jowls trembled with anger. "You looking to have your head busted, you black bastard?"
Shuey stood his ground. "I ain't dumb. I know why you came up here."
"Yeah?" Scogbert's eyes narrowed.
"You came up here to get in Kitten's pants," Shuey said.
Scogbert swore under his breath, his fingers gripping the key in his pocket. He looked at Kitten, his throat dry with wanting her. His penis ached. Since he'd been intimate with her, he hadn't been able to get her off his mind. And when he'd heard that Hardy had locked her up, the desire to fuck her again had ruined his entire day. He'd waited until past midnight, and then he'd slipped the jailor a ten-spot for the key to Kitten's cell. It was bad enough that the white slut was in the cell with her, but the stubborn Negro trustee was even more of a problem.
Scogbert's thoughts whirled, and he became thoroughly confused. He kept staring at Kitten. She was still wearing the clinging dress. He could see her braless tits pressing against it, the fabric hugging the tiny nipples. And it clung to her flat belly, showing the definite outline of her plump pubic mound. He couldn't turn around and leave without getting what he'd come for. He wouldn't sleep a wink.
"Okay, boy," he said, sweating so profusely that the perspiration trickled down his neck and soaked the collar of his shirt. "I did come after Kitten. And, by God, I'm gonna have her!"
Shuey smirked. "Ain't you afraid I'll tell?"
"Who the hell you gonna tell?" Scogbert asked. "Most of them have done the same thing."
"The D.A., maybe," Shuey suggested. "I hear he's honest, that he'd like to tear up your playhouse, man."
"Guess I can take care of that threat," Scogbert said. He drew out the key and inserted it in the lock. "You're going into the cell with me, and you're gonna sit on the edge of that white slut's bunk. That way, you gotta keep your big trap shut."
"Not me." Shuey said, backing away. "I ain't no fool. You're planning on busting my head when you get me in there. Say you caught me . . . "
Scogbert grabbed him in anger, but quickly released him. "I ain't playing a trick on you, boy. Just trying to give you a little something for keeping your trap shut." He flung the door open and pushed Shuey into the cell.
Shuey stood in his tracks, trembling with fear. "We better get outta here, Mr. Scogbert."
Scogbert laughed. "Look at her, boy. Look at that ass. Hell. Go ahead and knock you off a little piece. She's too drunk to care."
"Not me," Shuey said.
Scogbert shoved him toward the sleeping woman. "You might as well enjoy it. You'll get your back ass tarred and feathered if they find out you been inside the women's cell."
Shuey knew that it was best to simply walk away and ignore the thing that Scogbert was going to do. He'd be in danger every moment he was inside the cell. But he couldn't keep his eyes off the sleeping woman. She had the biggest, whitest ass he ever hoped to see. His heart pounded wildly as he inched toward her bunk.
Kitten knew what she had to face. She had hoped that Shuey's threat would frighten Scogbert, and that both of them would turn and go back down the stairs. But Shuey's desire for the white woman had overcome his better judgment. In other circumstances, with no morsel of pale female flesh dangling before him, the big Negro boy would have willingly cut Scogbert's throat to keep her from being violated.
Scogbert reached for Kitten, laughing at her reluctance. "It ain't like we've never done it before," he said.
"I'll scream," Kitten said.
"Won't nobody hear you," Scogbert said. "The streets are deserted, and the jail's practically empty, except for a few drunks sleeping it off on the bottom floor."
She trembled as he put his hands on her, but she did not fight him. She knew that she could possibly resist his advances and get away with it, but she had other thoughts. Her body was no longer so precious. It had been so used and ravished that one more such episode wouldn't matter. Under the present conditions, it was better to have the big detective as a friend rather than as an enemy.
"I shouldn't let you touch me," she said. "You lied to me. You promised me four hours."
Scogbert sensed her sudden receptiveness. He ran his hands over her buttocks and her flesh did not pull away from him. "I meant to keep my word," he said huskily. "But Hardy started pushing me the minute I got back. Almost got the truth out of me, but I told him you ran as I was taking you to the car. The bastard's out after my job, anyway. I know too much on him."
Kitten felt better about what she was going to do. The stupid Scogbert hated Hardy's guts. If she was nice to him, he might help her hang Hardy. She put her arms around Scogbert's thick waist.
"Hardy doesn't like you at all," she said.
"The sonofabitch," Scogbert growled. "If I knew what Abel Janson had on him, I'd fix his wagon."
"Janson was blackmailing Hardy?" Kitten asked.
"Maybe not blackmail," Scogbert said. "But he had something hanging over Hardy's head."
"Tell me," Kitten urged.
"I talk too much," Scogbert said.
Kitten's hand moved against his crotch and Scogbert's breath caught in his throat as her fingers squeezed his pulpy genitals. "Tell me," she said, "and I'll be a very good girl to you. It'll be nice. Nicer than it was at my apartment."
Scogbert grinned like an embarrassed child. "You couldn't make it much better."
Kitten brazenly eased the front of her dress high on her belly. The hole in the thin panties had spread and almost all of the hairy mound was exposed. Scogbert could see the impression of her labia where the crotch started. He reached for the spot and Kitten danced out of reach, still holding her dress high. She taunted him with a come-hither smile. "Tell me what Janson had on Hardy."
Scogbert panted after her. He didn't have much time. The night was getting away fast. "Hell, Kitten," he whined. "It wasn't nothing."
Kitten held her dress up with one hand and teased him by pulling her panties below her cunt. "Tell me," she whispered, "then we'll hurry."
"I don't know," Scogbert groaned. "It was something that Hardy did years ago-a long time before he came to this section of the country."
"I don't believe you." Kitten's mouth pouted, but she continued to push her panties to her knees. "Look at it, honey. It's all for you. Just you."
Scogbert wanted her so badly he felt like crying. "Hell, if I knew what it was, I'd use it against him myself. Fact is, if you'll stop teasing me and go ahead and take your britches off, I'll do my damndest to help you. Swear to God, that's a promise."
Kitten stepped out of her panties and threw them on the bunk. She kept her physical assets exposed, even turning her back for a few moments and wiggling her shapely buttocks at him like a hootch dancer. "Do you still think that I killed Janson?" she asked over her shoulder.
Scogbert eased up behind her and grasped her ass with both hands. "At first I did," he said.
Kitten pushed her smooth, warm buttocks hard against his palms. "But you don't now?"
"Hell, I don't know," he said miserably. "Maybe Hardy is trying to frame you. A hundred different people could've killed Janson." He moved his hands around her hips and dug his fingers at the edges of her pubic hair. "Please, Kitten . . . "
She turned in his arms, then slipped away from him. She was still undecided. Would she be wasting her time by balling him? Was he lying again, or would he truly help her? Either way, she supposed that she had nothing to lose and a lot to gain.
She started to peel off her dress, but he stopped her. "We'd better not take off our clothes," he said. "If somebody else slips up here, I want it to look on the level. Like I'm questioning you or something."
"All right."
She sat on the edge of the bunk with him, allowing him to finger her pussy. She even unzipped him, trying to hurry an erection that was reluctant to form. His penis was large and swollen, but it remained pulpy, as if the hard core had been removed from its center.
"Give me time," Scogbert said. It worried him that he had not achieved a quick hard-on like he had the first time with her. "I guess I'm thinking too hard about getting caught up here with you."
"Ashamed?" she asked.
"No, but it'd be my ass if the wrong person walked in," Scogbert said. Kitten ran her fingers beneath his testicles and tickled them. "Uh . . . keep it up," he croaked.
Kitten whimpered softly as he finger-fucked her more rapidly. Her fingers wrapped tightly around his thick shaft and pumped it slowly. As they continued to fondle each other, their eyes went inadvertently to Shuey and the white woman on the other bunk.
Shuey had one hand resting on her broad ass.
-6-
Shuey clutched his crotch, nursing an enormous erection that was being held in tight captivity by his pants. His eyes were round and fearful, but otherwise there was an expression of wonderment on his face. He could not believe that he was intimately touching a white woman.
"If they find him with her, they'll kill him," Kitten said.
"It was his own hard-headedness that got him into it," Scogbert said. "If he gets caught, it ain't no skin off my ass. I'm just worried about myself." He looked down at his own penis. As he continued to caress Kitten's genitals, it strengthened considerably.
Kitten knew how Shuey felt. She'd experienced the same sensations when she'd given herself to Abel Janson that first time. Shamed, yes, but also exuberant, a feeling of victory at sharing her body with a white man. She was mesmerized by the scene as she watched Shuey gather more nerve.
Shuey dug his strong fingers into her white buttock and then into the other, savoring the soft, resilient flesh of the whore. She moaned, her buttocks clenched and relaxed again, but she remained on her belly with her eyes closed. Shuey leaned over and hungrily kissed the mounds, dragging his thick tongue through the crevice of her ass. The women moaned again, more audibly.
"She'll scream bloody murder if she wakes up and finds a black man making love to her," Kitten said. so
"Maybe, and maybe not," Scogbert mused. "Some like her are particular. Others will take on anything that's got a set of balls."
Kitten felt utterly depraved as she watched the fascinating scene. She wanted Scogbert to pull up her dress and kiss her buttocks as Shuey was doing to the woman. Her fingers tightened around Scogbert's penis.
Shuey unzipped his pants and his organ thrust out without any help from him. Kitten gasped at the size of it. It was larger than any she had ever seen or felt, and she doubted that it was meant to be put inside any woman. It looked a foot long, but Kitten supposed her imagination was running wild. It was probably only eight or nine inches with a thickness of her own wrist. The skin of the long black shaft was drum-tight and the strongly surging blood vessels looked like small muscles. She shuddered deliciously at the thought of being forced to take such a cock into her vagina.
Shuey didn't seem to know what to do next. He ran his hands over the sleeping woman's back, then finally tried to dig them beneath her body and feel her tits. Unable to do so, he gathered enough courage to gently turn her on her back. Her big breasts flopped to either side and Shuey drooled as he eyed the large, succulent nipples.
They rose and fell as she sighed. The spreading aureoles were at least an inch and a half in diameter. Shuey threw caution to the wind and dived face first between her breasts. He made a blubbering sound, then took the tits and pulled them against his face, smothering in the soft warm flesh.
The woman groaned and Shuey jerked his face back.
He watched her cautiously for several seconds. Then, when he was satisfied that she was not going to awaken, he began to kiss the pale globes with gusto. When he tired of this, he began to lick the nipple of her right tit. The woman made a small sound, but Shuey was too far along to care. He suddenly gTasped the nipple with his thick lips, sucking it into his mouth far past the aureole.
"Um . . . um . . . Ummm!" The woman moaned. Her eyes remained closed and she was still in a stupor, but the deep titillating suction against her breast would have awakened a dead person. His jaws moved like bellows. He cupped his tongue under the nipple, trying hard to choke himself with the warm flesh that filled his mouth. The whore's eyes flicked open, then closed again. The dark face against her tit was only her drunken imagination.
His hunger aroused, Shuey had the urge to taste all of the woman's sweet white flesh. He proceeded down her torso, licking his thick tongue all over her belly, then drew the tip of it along the line that led from hip to pubic mound.
"Um," the woman said.
He nuzzled his face in the unruly hair that grew prolifically on her mound, then kissed just where her slit began.
"Um . . . I. . . oh!"
The woman awoke with a startled expression on her face. She looked along her belly to the top of Shuey's head and was horrified when she saw that her lover was black.
Gasping, she tried to sit up. "You black sonofa . . . " The sitting attempt spread her legs further apart and Shuey dug his tongue against her clitoris. ". . . bitchhhh," the woman finished. "Ohhh, my God!"
She flopped on her back again, overcome by the action of his mouth against her cunt. Shuey's color or race no longer mattered as his stiff tongue plunged deeper into her seeping orifice. Her clitoris was a swollen lump, and Shuey latched onto it with a deadly passion, sucking hard in an attempt to devour the large sliver of wet, hot flesh.
"Ohhh!"
The white slut was delirious. For all her experience, no man had ever gone down on her. She meant to enjoy the event to its fullest. Her large, overly-used vagina gave Shuey plenty of room to work and he went at it vigorously. His tongue continued to lunge into her hole with a frequency that made her murmur and whine out every obscenity she had ever heard.
"Lick my clit," she cried. "Oh, fuck me with that thick, long tongue. I love it! Oh, my God. Don't stop!" Her ample buttocks were trembling spasmodically, and her muscular thighs gripped Shuey's head so tightly that he became dizzy. But his lust for her flesh was such that a blow with a hammer would not have impeded his frenzied progress into her hot folds.
The smell of her pungent cunt made his nostrils flare. She hunched her plump, furry mound at his face, gasping loudly as she dragged her swollen, surging clitoris across his nose. Shuey snorted and opened his mouth wider.
"Ahhh!" she cried as her hot fluids began to trickle into her mouth. Shuey's lips completely encircled her gaping orifice, enveloping both clitoris and labia. The suction was so powerful that she could feel it deep inside her burning vagina.
"Suck it," she whined. "Suck my pussy!" Her fingers clawed at the short, tight curls on his scalp.
Her fluids spilled heavily into Shuey's mouth as she came in long, abundant gushes. Shuey almost strangled on her spending, but his mouth clung to her twitching, climaxing orifice. She gave one long, final shudder of pleasure, her buttocks clenched tightly together, then relaxed with a slight quiver.
"Glahhhh!" Shuey dragged his tongue across her wet, throbbing clit and grinned across her hairy pubic mound. Her fluids still oozed along his chin.
She stared at him through hot, unseeing eyes. Her tousled hair was drenched with sweat. Her large tits heaved, their surfaces glistening with perspiration. She reached out and touched Shuey's hand, a tender gesture that showed him she was thankful for what he had done to her.
Shuey threw one leg up on the bunk, trying to climb between her thighs. When she saw his big cock for the first time, any stupor that remained in her brain quickly vanished. She gawked at it. Her mind reeled. She had faced many men in sexual combat, but she could not recall ever seeing such a large organ on any of them.
Shuey eased upward.
"What are you doing?" she asked nervously.
Shuey grinned. "I'm gonna fuck you."
She sat up abruptly, both hands going to her cunt. "No, you're not!"
Shuey pushed forward, his big prick pressing against her belly.
She eyed the huge, throbbing glans. "You're not going to put that thing in me," she protested vigorously.
"Why not?" Shuey looked disappointed as he gripped his hard stalk with both hands. "It.. . it would kill me!" she said.
"I'll go easy," Shuey promised.
"No." She curled her legs up into a ball, turned, and slipped from the bunk. "Look," she said. "What you done to me was all right, I guess. But I ain't never let a nigger fuck me."
An expression of anger crossed Shuey's dark face. "Now, just a minute, you pasty-faced slut.. . "
She moved away from him as he stood and confronted her. His huge erection pushed obscenely from his fly, its blood-filled head throbbing with lust.
"Wait," she said.
"You're gonna get fucked, honky woman," he said.
She turned and lunged toward the door of the cell. Her fingers curled around the bars. Shuey grabbed her from behind as she tried to climb the door by placing her feet on the crossbars.
"Help, oh, help me!" she cried, but Shuey cut off the yell with his hand. She continued to make muffled noises against his palm.
Kitten took time to be concerned. Seeing Shuey go down on the woman had put a few perverted thoughts in Scogbert's head, and he'd been kissing Kitten's belly in the vicinity of the navel. She was enjoying it, but the woman's screams had shattered the spell. She didn't like to see any woman forced into sex against her will.
"Help her," she said to Scogbert. "He's going to rape her."
Scogbert sat up, several of Kitten's pubic curls clinging to his chin. He put his hand near her cunt. "Hell, the bitch deserves it," he said. "She sure was willing when he was going down on her. I say one good turn deserves another. Besides, I ain't as prejudiced as you people accuse me of being. Let him take her if he can."
Shuey was in the process of doing just that. He was trying to tear the woman away from the bars. She clung tenaciously to them, given strength by the fear that possessed her. Shuey was hampered, having to keep one hand on her mouth while the other was wrapped around her straining belly. His fingers dug into her pubic hair. Her big ass bounced to and fro as she tried to move higher on the cell door.
Shuey suddenly grinned, then eased his penis between her legs from behind. She made a sound of shock as he slid the long shaft back and forth in her slit. After a few such explorations, Shuey's cockhead found her vaginal mouth and he eased his cockhead upward.
"Ah!" he exclaimed.
Her wet, fluid-filled hole opened easily at first, and her twitching pussy felt so wonderful against Shuey's glans that he released her mouth and gripped her broad hips with both hands. He no longer cared if she awoke the whole town with her screams.
Surprisingly, the woman made no sounds of protest, although she continued to cling awkwardly to the bars.
"Uh . . . " she said. His big knob felt good as it . moved into her vagina. "Uh. Uhhh!" She repeated the sound as more of his shaft moved into her clutching hole.
"Ahhh," Shuey groaned. Abruptly, he slammed fully half of his enormous cock into her belly.
"Aiiiii!" She screamed and her eyes bulged from her head. His penis was gut-bursting. She writhed her ass against it, trying to free herself of the hurting impalement, but Shuey started a vigorous fucking of her parts that showed no sign of letting up. He did not try to penetrate her entirely, for their positions were still awkward.
The woman began to sob softly as he continued to screw her. Her parts became more wet, her fluids trickling along his shaft toward the fly of his pants. "Ah . . . ah . . . oh . . . ahhh!" she sobbed.
The pleasant sensations were beginning to dominate her body, and she could not resist responding to his thrusts. She pushed her ass at him, rotating her cunt on his shaft. Then she began to murmur obscenities under her breath.
Suddenly, she couldn't get enough of his shaft inside her. She let her feet slip from the crossbars, banged her ass at him, then began to cry out for satisfaction. "Put it in," she pleaded. "Put it all in!"
She was leaning forward, her huge breasts swinging like pendulums as she reached for the floor with both hands. She was bent in a complete U, her legs straining to remain parted and straight as Shuey fed his thick stalk into her ever-widening rift.
"Fuck," she cried, shoving her buttocks toward Shuey's groin. Shuey banged his cock to the hilt as he met her thrust. "Uh," she groaned, wiggling her ass, trying to adjust to the bursting thing inside her gaping hole. He felt as if his balls contained a gallon of come. The woman was sinking closer to the floor, her cunt gripping his penis in a relentless embrace. He had to follow.
"Fuck, oh, fuck!" she cried.
She was laying flat on her belly on the concrete floor. Shuey could not have escaped her even if he had so desired. Both her clasping cunt and her powerful buttocks held his organ in captivity. He could only do her bidding.
"Gawd! Oh, Gawd!" he cried as her vagina sucked voraciously at his cock. He groaned as his balls emptied their contents, his semen pouring down his canal like a flash flood, leaving him depleted.
The woman was not yet on the verge of orgasm. She lay trembling beneath Shuey, her vagina still milking his hard, Tilling stalk. Shuey's face was contorted as the exquisite torture took its toll. His empty balls were pained by the effort. Finally, the woman did go into the throes of an orgasm, and Shuey was relieved when he saw her fluids gush hotly around his penis and fall to the floor beneath them.
Shuey grunted and flopped down on the woman's back. They lay there, both breathing hard as Shuey's rapidly shrinking organ virtually floated in her fluid-filled pussy.
Kitten had lost interest in the rape now that it had turned into an orgy. Scogbert was kissing her belly again, still in the vicinity of her navel. He finally proceeded an inch or two downward, but became hesitant.
"Oh, it's good," she whispered. She began to coax him as the urge for perversion became stronger. She wondered how the white whore had felt when Shuey had orally manipulated her parts and she had the mad impulse to experience the same thing. She put both hands against Scogbert's head and pushed. His neck stiffened, then relaxed, his mouth moving to within an inch of her pubic hair.
Scogbert dragged his tongue across her belly, then pushed the tip of it toward her dark triangle of hair. Kitten's belly quivered and she eased her mound upward, pushing her tingling cunt closer to Scogbert's mouth.
"Do it," she whispered. "Do it now."
Scogbert appeared to be in a trance. He'd always had difficulty with women until he had met Kitten. After fucking her, he had felt extremely close to her-as far as fucking was concerned-but he couldn't say the same for her present aspirations.
Kitten realized that his reluctance was very strong, but she was impatient to feel his mouth against her pussy. Scogbert wasn't fighting, but he wasn't helping either. He was to one side of her, kneeling on the floor beside the bunk. His chin rested against her inner thigh while his lips pressed cautiously against the soft pubic curls.
She pushed her left leg under his body and placed it along the edge of the bunk. Her right foot remained on the floor. Slowly, she maneuvered her ass until she was sitting squarely before Scogbert. Her thighs were widely spread and the lips of her cunt gaped open in a showy line of pink.
"Oh, hurry," she pleaded.
Scogbert did not respond, and Kitten's mound began to itch unbearably as desire flooded her genitals. She placed her hands behind her and pushed upward, lifting her warm, moist slit directly against Scogbert's half-opened mouth. The tip of his tongue touched her swollen love-flesh and she gasped with pleasure.
"Oh, please lick it, just once!" she cried. A forbidden thrill shot through her and she grabbed Scogbert's head. She pulled his face against her pulsating cunt and hunched her ass further over the edge of the bunk.
Scogbert groaned miserably as he was torn between guilt and desire. He was no longer thinking of Kitten's black blood. Just finding his mouth firmly entrenched between a woman's legs was enough to fill his mind with second thoughts. He sniffed loudly and discovered that the odor of her parts was more pleasing than repulsive. It was, in fact, downright tantalizing.
Inspired, he moved his tongue from the front to the back of her slit. Seconds later he repeated the movement. This time he was more vigorous, applying pressure as he dug his tongue deeper into her moist, yielding folds.
"God, oh, God, oh, God!" Kitten sobbed, her ecstasy almost unbearable.
Scogbert mumbled something into her flesh. Kitten bounced her ass around the edge of the bunk, trying to direct her clit against the tip of Scogbert's tongue. "Oh, yes!" she moaned as she made contact. Her ass continued to bounce about, seeking to keep the friction against her sensitive love-flesh.
As dense as he was, Scogbert finally understood that Kitten was deriving exceptional stimulation from the manipulation of that particular lump of flesh. He did not know much about women and their responses to certain caresses, but the way she kept whining and shoving her clitoris at his tongue told him enough. For the first time in his life he wanted to give a woman pleasure. He began to enjoy the act immensely.
"Damn, oh, damn," he said as the hot blood surged through his balls. As his own excitement grew, his virility strengthened. Except for that first experience with Kitten, he'd always had trouble achieving a full erection. But now his penis was becoming more swollen, and it had a solid stiffness that he had never noticed before. He could easily have jumped to his feet and rammed it to the hilt in her pussy, but he was captivated by his present task.
"Umm . . . oh, dear . . . " Kitten whimpered as Scogbert's tongue caressed her love-flesh. "Lick my clit. Oh, lick it."
Scogbert's tongue moved furiously along her slick, hot mound of Venus, and she gasped with each snake-like thrust. Her belly was tingling through and through. Even the nipples of her breasts were swollen and erect.
"Love it," she sobbed. She wanted desperately to come, to empty the molten fluids from her aroused uterus into the detective's sucking mouth. Roger, Hardy, even the murder of Abel Janson had disappeared from her thoughts. She could concentrate only on the action between her thighs. Any fear she had felt was gone, any resentment she had harbored toward Scogbert had vanished. He was, momentarily, the most important man on the face of the earth.
Scogbert was driven by his own obscene thoughts and the taste of her hot, sweet flesh. He gripped her hips with both hands, then slid them under her buttocks. He lifted upward so that Kitten sprawled across the bunk, her head and shoulders dangling from the far side. Her mound was pushed high and her gaping slit fully exposed her dark red clitoris. Scogbert latched onto the pulsating lump of flesh, sucking at it like a lost prospector sucking the juice from a cactus leaf.
"Ahhh! Dear God!" Kitten cried. "Eat me!"
Scogbert's tongue made a slurping sound as he drew her clit deeper into his mouth. Kitten groaned loudly and shoved her pussy against his face with great force. The loosening folds spread wetly as they tried to accept flesh and bone. She rotated her ass, grinding her cunt against his chin and mouth. Scogbert tried to bury his face in her fluid-laden rift.
Scogbert felt her coming into his mouth, and the swirling sensation in his testicles became more pronounced. His cock was like a bar of steel. He wanted to put it in her pussy, wanted to fuck her deeply, but the idea did not last. He'd waited too long. His balls exploded and the white jets of semen shot harmlessly and uselessly under the bunk as he ejaculated. "Unnnhhh!"
For a few embarrassed moments, Scogbert kept his face between Kitten's legs, his face buried in her hot, seeping folds. Then he sheepishly withdrew.
Kitten's face was burning with shame as she pulled her dress back over her belly and thighs. Scogbert turned his back to her as he put his penis back inside his pants and fastened his fly.
He stared at Kitten, mumbling something to himself. She couldn't look him squarely in the eye. He scowled and wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand.
"I couldn't help it," she said.
"I'm a crazy sonofabitch," he growled, then turned and looked angrily at Shuey, who was still sitting on the edge of the streetwalker's bunk.
Scogbert walked across the cell jerked Shuey to his feet and shoved him roughly toward the door. He was holding Shuey responsible for everything he had done with Kitten. "Get the hell outta here, you black bastard!" he ordered.
When the two men had departed, the white whore sat up and smiled at Kitten. "You look disappointed," she said.
"Not really," Kitten answered. "I . . . just can't believe that it happened to me."
"Don't be ashamed," the woman said. "Anything a woman enjoys that much can't be bad. I loved it. Greatest thing that ever happened to me. Imagine! A man's mouth on my big pussy, sucking away." She sighed happily. "Makes me think I'll never be satisfied with a cock again."
Kitten didn't answer. She was too mixed up. Her body still felt wonderful all over, but the shame was beginning to creep back into her mind. She stared at the door of the cell and sex lost all of its importance again. She was still a prisoner and they still had a gas chamber at the state capital.
-7-
Roger Whetmire arrived the next morning with a writ instructing the police to release Kitten under bond. Hardy fought the action, knowing that his battle was a losing one. Finally, following implicit instructions from the D.A., he accompanied Roger to the jail. But he was still protesting as the jailor opened the door to Kitten's cell.
"Damn it, Whetmire, my hands are tied, but I'll have you both behind bars before the week is out," Hardy promised.
"You have absolutely no basis for the charges against Kitten," Roger said.
"I was just holding her for investigation," Hardy said glumly. "That's legal."
"But you don't have one tangible bit of evidence," Roger said. "Else you wouldn't have to release her under this court order."
"Don't sell me short," Hardy said. "My men went over every inch of the woods around that cabin yesterday. They didn't come up with Janson's body, but it's there somewhere. We'll find it." He glared at Roger. "As long as you're here, where the hell is my thirty-eight?"
Roger grinned and pulled the weapon from under his jacket. Hardy examined it and stuck it back into his shoulder holster. "I should lock you up for carrying a pistol without a permit," he said.
"Just returning it to its rightful owner," Roger said. "I don't think you'd want your superiors to know how you lost it."
Hardy colored deeply. "Get your nigger girl friend out of here!"
Roger left quickly with Kitten at his side. A creeping feeling came over her as she climbed into the car beside Roger. "Is it in the trunk again?" she asked.
"What?"
"Janson's body."
"No," he said, grinning.
"But you didn't have time to take it anywhere else," she said. "And Hardy said his men checked the woods."
Roger stopped grinning. "I had plenty of time while you were on the bed with him."
The biting remark caught Kitten off guard. "That's what you wanted, wasn't it?"
"You know damned well it wasn't," he said. Then he shrugged. "Oh, hell, we didn't have much choice."
It was plain that Roger had not seen her with Hardy's big rod shoved down her throat. For this Kitten was glad. "I . . . guess not," she said. A few moments of silence fell between them. "What did you do with the body?" Kitten asked finally.
"Hardy left his keys in the squad car," Roger said. "I used them to open his trunk. There's where the body is."
Kitten went numb at the thought. Janson hadn't been much, but even he deserved something better than to be transferred from car trunk to car trunk. In fact, he should have already been buried . "They . . . they'll find it," she said.
"Sure." Roger said. "A day or two at the most."
"They'll know Hardy killed him when they do, won't they?" she asked.
"They'll think about it," Roger said. "We've got a few things going for us. The old lady only saw us carrying a rug and the night was very dark. They won't even be able to prove in court that we were carrying a rug, much less a body."
"You said they'd think about it," Kitten said.
"That's about as much as we can hope for," Roger told her. "Hardy has the law on his side. But don't worry. I have another ace up my sleeve. Remember that I gave Hardy his thirty-eight back?"
Kitten was more confused. "What's that got to do with Janson?"
Roger laughed. "While I had the gun, I did a little switching. Hardy's gun and the gun that killed Janson were exactly alike, except for the grips. I took Hardy's grips and put them on the murder weapon. Hardy is now carrying it in his holster."
"I'm completely lost," Kitten said.
"I'll admit that it doesn't completely put us out of the woods," Roger said. "But it's going to throw the cops for a loop. The body is found in Hardy's trunk, the bullet is dug out, and ballistics tests show that the slug was fired from Hardy's gun. Of course, they'll soon discover that the serial numbers don't match with Hardy's personal thirty-eight, and everybody will be going around in circles."
"But Hardy will eventually come out clean," Kitten said.
"Yeah," Roger said. "After the law finally realizes that I put the body in the trunk and switched the guns. But there'll be a big stink in the meantime. The D.A. is going to ask a lot of questions and do some snooping. It'll give us more time to prove that Hardy is the real killer."
"Scogbert said that Janson was holding something over Hardy's head," Kitten said. "Some awful thing that Hardy had done in the past."
Roger looked strangely at her. "Why would Scogbert give you such information?"
Kitten blushed. She could still feel Scogbert's mouth on her cunt. She brought her thighs together and her cunt lips met in a wet, moist embrace. A hot trickle of fluids oozed down her vagina and wet the crotch of her panties.
"I . . . don't know."
Roger didn't push the issue. "Well, it's something to look for, anyway," he said.
Minutes later, he stopped the car before the apartment house in which Kitten's parents lived. They still clung to the ghetto, knowing nothing of Kitten's plan to free them from the poverty and hopelessness. They seldom saw her and they considered her something of an outcast. They had never been able to forgive her for becoming Abel Janson's mistress.
"Why here?" Kitten asked.
"To save you a lot of harassment," Roger said. "The cops will practically live at your place until this thing is finished."
"What do you think my parents will do?" Kitten countered. "They'll crucify me."
"It's only a temporary thing," he said. His face became grim. "Maybe more temporary than I think. If they discover Janson's body before I come up with something on Hardy, you'll have to make a run for it again."
Kitten clutched his arm, a desperate look in her eyes. "Why not run now, Roger?"
"We can't run and pin the rap on Hardy at the same time," he said emphatically. "Now, jump out and let me get to work."
Kitten had a forlorn expression on her face as she watched the car move away from the curb. Her mouth was pinched. She imagined that Roger was leaving her forever, that she would never see him again. Slowly, she turned and climbed the dirty, ramshackle stairway that led to her parents' apartment.
Her mother looked more angry than surprised to see Kitten. Her thin lips almost snarled, and the lines under her blue eyes crinkled a bit more as she opened the door to her daughter. She closed the door behind Kitten. "How'd you get out?" she asked.
"They couldn't keep me, Mamma," Kitten said softly, the hurt of rejection showing in her own face.
"I heard it on the radio this morning early, when I was fixing your father's breakfast," the woman said. "About Abel Janson being missing and you being held for investigation."
"They haven't publicized it, Mamma," Kitten said nervously, "but Abel was murdered in my apartment."
"It figures," the woman said, appearing not at all surprised. "It had to happen sooner or later, what with you living with a white man."
"You're white," Kitten blurted. "And my father is a Negro!"
"But we're married," her mother retorted. "And . . . and I thought he could pass for white. I didn't know that all the snoops in town would discover the truth and force us to move into these black slums."
"But you loved him, didn't you, Mamma?" Kitten asked.
"I still do," the woman said sharply. "But love's not enough to pay for all this hell we been put through. And you . . . " Her voice broke. "You only added to it. You were something we could be proud, of. Pretty, smart, a high school education. And you had to ruin it all by becoming Abel Janson's woman!" She shook her head. "It had to end this way. You had to kill Abel Janson to keep from ending up like me and your father."
Kitten was humble. "I didn't kill him, Mamma."
"What difference does it make?" the woman asked. "They think you did it. And you're black, whether it shows or not. That makes you guilty in their eyes."
"What can I say, Mamma?"
"What can a little slut say?" the woman snapped. "Nothing. Go back to the place where you lived with that man."
"I can't," Kitten said.
"Then just go," the woman said. "Anywhere. Just let me and your father be."
"I need a few clothes," Kitten said. "I left my suitcase in Roger's car."
"You got a closet half full," her mother said. "Still hanging just where you left them. They weren't good enough for you when Abel Janson set you up in that fine apartment in the white section of town."
The woman trudged into the spare bedroom and flung open a closet door. A few cheap skirts and cotton dresses still hung on the rack. "Get what you need," she said wearily. "I got no use for it."
"I . . . want to change," Kitten stammered. "Can I take a bath while I'm here?"
"A few minutes won't make no difference," the woman said, then trudged out.
Kitten selected a skirt from the rack and found a sweater in a drawer of the shabby bureau. The skirt was a thin, flowery print, one she had worn in her teens. Both it and the sweater were several sizes too small. She rummaged through the bureau until she came up with a cotton bra and a pair of panties with several holes in the seat. Then she carried the array of clothing into the bathroom and locked the door behind her.
As she stripped in the small, dirty room, she looked at the streaked walls and the yellow stained tub. She felt like crying. She had been born in this apartment, and she could remember when her mother had kept it spotlessly clean in spite of its dilapidated condition.
Then there had been smiles on the faces of her parents and hope in their eyes. But the smiles had vanished with the years and the hope had been replaced by bitterness. The realization had finally come. There would be no change. They were trapped forever in the void between black and white. And she had added to their misery when she had become Abel Janson's whore.
She pushed the agonizing thoughts from her mind. She could not be a prodigal and return to make things as they had once been. She had her own life ahead of her and she was determined that she would not end up the same way. She and Roger could get married-if he'd still have her after the things she had done. They could move north, away from the wagging tongues and snooping eyes. And they could both be white.
She stripped away the tight dress and panties she had been wearing. The crotch of the panties and the hem of the dress were stained with evidence of her carnal misdeeds. Naked, she glanced across her belly, studying the matted pubic hair. It was saturated with her spending and the semen of her lovers.
She filled the tub with hot water and cooled it just enough to prevent the burning of her flesh. Then she stepped in and sat down, sighing as the cleansing, hot liquid covered her buttocks and pubic mound. She reached for the soap and covered her body with a thick lather. And then she scrubbed herself vigorously, hoping to wash away all the sins of the flesh and return to innocence.
Her skin was soft and vibrant as she toweled herself, but she still felt dirty inside. The hair on her pubic mound had returned to its original state, the small dark curls nestled flatly against the lovely curved base of bone and flesh. In spite of this she was extremely aware of the presence of her cunt, the warm, receptive thing between her legs that had changed the whole course of her life. How many had entered through its portals as she had become willing to accept her own mad desires for pleasure. Janson. Hardy. Scogbert. Roger. Too many.
She closed her eyes and the mental images came on strongly. She saw the faces and the genitals of her lovers. Janson and Roger between her legs, their organs deeply imbedded in her vagina. Hardy, his big penis stuffed down her twitching throat. And Scogbert, his face enclosed by her thighs, his tongue probing her hole, searching out the hot honey of her sex.
Her buttocks trembled and her pubic mound was flushed with an itchy, burning desire. She moaned softly and clutched her pussy, squeezing the hair and flesh so hard that the curls pushed through her fingers. She wanted to masturbate herself, to push her finger into her hole and massage her clit until she obtained blessed relief from the awful desire that filled her belly.
She jerked the hand away, ashamed of the action, and reached for the bra. She put it on her breasts. It was too tight and the globes overflowed the cups, but she managed to fasten it. She winced. It was almost painful against her tits, but she was determined to keep the bobbing, obscene mounds in captivity this time. Their naked outline against her clothing had helped to create the lust in the minds of her lovers.
The panties were also tight, showing the full curves of her buttock and pubic mound, but at least they were concealing to the point that nothing showed through. Not like the thin, flagrant bits of nothing that Janson had bought for her.
She ran her hands across her buttocks. The small holes in the seat of the panties had expanded as the material had stretched across her ass. It didn't matter. She was through with men. Not a single one would ever see under her dress again.
The skirt was loose and flaring, coming almost to her knees, but it fit perfectly except at the waist. She had put on some weight and her hips had rounded as she had blossomed out of the teen years. She smiled at the length of it. Her mother had always bought long skirts and dresses. Regardless of the styles, she had endeavored to preserve her daughter's modesty.
The smile left Kitten's face as she thought of her present lack of modesty. She reached for the sweater and pulled it over her head. It would do, but it also had been completely outgrown. Her buxom breasts were hugged by the fabric and the too-small cups only emphasized the rounded presence of the firm mounds. Her tits looked like hard rubber balls on her chest.
She went into the kitchen where her mother labored over the stove. "I'm going, Mamma," she said.
"Where?" The woman looked concerned for the first time since she had entered the apartment.
"Somewhere," Kitten said.
"I've got a few dollars put back for next month's rent," her mother said. "If you need . . . "
"I have money, Mamma."
The woman's eyes hardened again and the fleeting touch of kindness left her voice. "Yes. I suppose you have. I forgot that Abel kept you well supplied."
The silence was icy, and Kitten moved toward the door. She turned and looked back at her mother. The woman was busy at the stove again and did not bother to look her way. Kitten went despondently down the stairs toward the street.
"Wait a minute."
Kitten stopped at the bottom of the landing. The voice had come from the dark hallway that led to some of the other apartments. Shuey stepped from the shadows.
"Don't look at me like I'm your worst enemy," he said. "I come to help you."
"I don't need you," she said.
"You do, but you don't know it," Shuey advised her. "You got your white nose stuck too far up in the air to see anything."
"I thought you were in jail," she said.
"I told you I was getting out this morning," Shuey said. "Lucky for you I did. Lord, woman, how you need me!"
"Like a hole in my head," she said.
"Like the hole between your legs," Shuey said.
He grinned lasciviously and scratched his bulging crotch.
"I'm not the white whore," Kitten said. She started to walk on and Shuey's hand snaked out and grabbed her arm.
"Hold it," he said. "Maybe I did come on too strong, but I was telling the truth. I come to help you."
She jerked away, her eyes hard. "I told you . . ,."
"They found Abel Janson's body," Shuey blurted. Kitten's legs went weak.
"Yeah," Shuey said. "They found it in Hardy's trunk just about the time they let me out of the can. I tried to hang around and pick up what was going on, but they told me to get the hell on my way. But I do know this much. They're gonna pick you up again, Kitten."
"Oh, my God," Kitten whispered. She was sick and scared again. She needed Roger and she didn't know where to find him. She clutched the sleeve of Shuey's dirty shirt. It smelled of sweat. "Oh, help me, Shuey," she said desperately. "Hide me!"
Shuey looked serious. "That's what I had in mind," he said. "But you acted like I made your skin crawl."
"I thought you had something else in mind," she said. "I'm sorry."
"Maybe I have," Shuey said. "But you ain't in no position to be choosy. You stay here and the fuzz will have you back in the cooler before dark."
"You know some place, Shuey?" she asked. "Some place where they won't find me?"
"I got a place," Shuey said.
"Where?"
"It's the worst pad in town," Shuey said. "No place for a woman. Step three feet outside the door after dark and you get a finger in your pussy. And maybe something a lot harder and longer."
"Anything's better than jail," Kitten said.
"Well, you'll be safe from the fuzz there," Shuey assured her. "They don't get out and snoop around in that part of the ghetto unless they have to. Just ride up and down the streets in their cars and look out."
"Will you promise . . . "
"I ain't promising nothing," Shuey said quickly.
Kitten eyed the bulge at his groin. It had become larger and more firm even as he talked to her. "You've got to know, Shuey, that I'm through with men."
"White men or black men?" Shuey asked, leering at her in disbelief. "Both," she said.
"I heard that line before," he said. "From two-bit whores and the only time they stop fucking is between tricks."
"Shuey . . . "
"Go with me and take your chances," he said bluntly. "Make up your mind. It's that or jail."
"I'll go," Kitten said. As she followed him, she kept seeing Shuey with the white whore. The image of his gut-bursting penis going in and out of the woman's tortured pussy remained all too vivid. But the fear of the law overrode her sexual fears of Shuey. She could survive a night with him better than many, many nights behind bars.
-8-
The smelly basement room gave Kitten a queasy feeling, but it did offer a measure of safety from the law. Nothing but a rat would dare venture into the damp, dark depths offered by the single entrance from the street above. A grease-caked hot plate, a battered refrigerator, a table, and a bed covered with a badly torn blanket were the only furnishings.
"All the comforts of home," Shuey said, grinning broadly as he lay back on the bed and folded his hands under his head. "Abel Janson was never able to give you a pad like this one. You never had it so good, Kitten."
"That's a bad joke," she said.
"Laugh and live," Shuey said with a shrug. "Things ain't never gonna get no better nohow."
"They will," she said.
"Shit," Shuey retorted. "For you?" He laughed. "What you got in mind? Going to the hospital and having the blood drained and run through a filter, so's all the black stuff is strained out and you're pure one-hundred percent white? You might as well be black as a crow, Kitten."
"I'll make things get better," she said.
"You made a big mess of things already, trying to make them get better," Shuey reminded her. "Oh, I know what you got in mind now. You planning on marrying that white boy friend of yours and moving it up north. You've blowed your mind, Kitty-cat. Dreaming. Like you was on the stuff. You ain't nothing to Roger Whetmire but a good hot piece of nigger ass."
Kitten spun around, her face livid. 'Don't ever say that again!"
Her anger amused Shuey. "Don't put on that goody-goody act with me. I was in the cell when Scogbert went down on you. You was crazy about him eating your snatch. I got the idea you're just as crazy about having a big cock rammed up your hole."
"Shut up!"
"Just how many men have you fucked?" Shuey asked. His laughter was bitter. "If you're planning on using your ass to get to the top. you got a long way to go, Kitty-cat. Your pussy'll be plumb worn out and big enough for my fist when you get there. It'll just drop out from between your legs."
Kitten started for the door.
Shuey sat up. "Where you going?"
"I'm leaving."
"The cops'll pinch you before you get a dozen steps," he said.
"That's better than staying here and listening to your foul mouth," Kitten retorted.
Shuey moved across the room and pushed her away from the door. "I ain't keeping you here against your will," he growled. "This ain't no kidnapping. But you just don't leave with no plans at all."
"You're not interested in whether I live or die!" Kitten spat. "All I am to you is a prospective piece of.. . "
"Ass," Shuey said. "I admit that. I've had the hots for you ever since hair started growing on your pussy. And I leaned against your gatepost, my cock getting bigger and harder ever time I looked at you. But don't you worry. I ain't gonna rape you."
"I don't suppose that you raped that white woman in the cell?" Kitten asked.
Shuey grinned. "Only to a point. When she felt this big rod sliding into her pussy, she wanted it more than anything in her life. That's not rape."
"Well, I'm not like her," Kitten exclaimed. "Keep that in mind."
"No, you ain't," Shuey said scathingly. "You get a high price like Abel Janson paid, or you give it away."
"If you don't go, I will," Kitten threatened.
'I'm going," Shuey said, "but I'll be back." He slammed the door behind him.
After spending several hours alone in the small room, Kitten was almost glad when Shuey returned. He was carrying a brown paper bag, and he pulled a bottle of whiskey from it. It was one-third gone. "This time I didn't steal it," he said. "Borrowed a few bucks from a buddy who hit it big in a two-bit crap game." He opened the bottle and offered it to Kitten. "Want a swig?"
She stared at it a moment, then shrugged. After two hours of feeling sorry for herself, she needed something to bolster her sagging morale. She put the bottle to her lips and took a drink.
Shuey was encouraging. "One more," he said.
She had another, larger than the first, and it burned all the way down her throat. "No more," she said, coughing as she returned the whiskey to Shuey.
He turned the bottle up and drank most of what remained, then wiped his thick lips off with the back of his hand. "Warms a man's blood," he said. "Makes him think of pleasant things." His bloodshot eyes studied Kitten, especially her breasts, bound in the tight bra and small sweater. "Nice things like going to bed with you, Kitten."
"I thought I made myself clear about that," Kitten said.
"You did, you did," he said. "But I ain't giving up." He grabbed her and pulled her roughly against his lean, muscular frame. "Is it because I'm black, Kitten?" he asked. "Can't you stand the thought of going to bed with a man who has black skin?"
She squirmed in his arms. "I'm not like you, Shuey! We don't belong together!"
"You're a woman and I'm a man," Shuey said. "That's all that matters." He held her more tightly, hugging her hard tits to his chest and thrusting his pelvis toward her cunt. "You owe me something, baby, and I'm gonna take it!"
"I don't owe you my body!" she cried.
Kitten wasn't nearly so terrified as she would have been had not the whiskey warmed her belly and dulled her senses. Shuey was almost drunk and he couldn't be talked out of an attempted rape. And he was certainly strong enough to take her on his own terms. As for screaming for help, it was the most futile thought of all. A girl could get gang-banged in the middle of the street here and no one would come to her aid. A few males might creep out of the dark shadows and take their place in line.
"Uh." She could feel Shuey's stiff, hot penis pushing against her skirt, and she threw her hands between her belly and Shuey's. His big erection throbbed through his pants and she could feel it against the backsides of her hands.
"You stop fighting me, Kitten," Shuey warned. "You hear me out. You fucked white men all your life. It's about time you find out what a black man's cock feels like."
"No!" Kitten protested. "I don't want you, Shuey!"
Shuey shoved her away from him. His stiff penis protruded obscenely against the front of his tight pants. He unfastened his fly and his organ pushed out. The enormous size of the thick black object made Kitten cringe.
"You take a real good look, Kitty-cat," Shuey said. " 'Cause every damned inch of it is gonna end up in your tight little cunt."
"I can't, Shuey," she whimpered. "I can't let you do it to me."
"I can beat hell outta you and take what I want," Shuey said. "But I don't want it that way. I want you to be warm and willing. All hot and squirmy, with your eyes big and thankful when I slip it into your wet little hole."
Kitten became defiant. "You can beat me to a pulp first."
"You want to play dirty?" Shuey asked. He pointed a finger toward the ceiling. "There's a bunch of cats upstairs who'd be drooling all over the place if they knew you was down here. A man couldn't keep 'em away with a bush axe. Now you make up your mind, Kitten. You want to take on old Shuey by his self, or you want me to yell to them cats for help. We'll have us a real good gang-bang. You'll get more cock in one night than most girls get in a lifetime of screwing. And old Shuey will be first in line. Then I'll move to the back of the line and be last, too. I want to see all that come running out of your battered pussy!"
"You . . . wouldn't." She had been forewarned and Kitten's defiance faded.
"Try me and see," Shuey said. He began to undo the buttons on his shirt. "By the time I'm undressed, you'd better have something off."
Kitten watched Shuey peel his shirt away. His dark skin glistened and she could see the strong muscles in his belly. His hands went to the wide belt at his waist and he kicked off his worn slippers. He unzipped his pants and she could see that he wasn't wearing shorts. The thick, spreading pubic hair reached high on his belly.
He paused, holding his pants at his narrow hips. "I'm waiting, Kitten."
She knew that his threat was not meaningless. He had wanted her for so long, had hated her for years. He'd willingly call his friends and spread her flesh among them. Her hands fingered the bottom of her sweater, then she struggled out of it. She stood, sweater in hand, watching Shuey skin the tight britches from his muscular legs.
She gasped. Fully exposed, his genitals would have appeared magnificent to a sex-hungry female, but they only struck fear in Kitten's heart. His balls were huge, dangling things, and the thick shaft looked even larger than it had when he mounted the streetwalker. Kitten's imagination wasn't playing tricks on her. His penis was every bit as big as it looked-ten inches and then some.
Shuey eyed her tits where they spilled over the tight bra. "Well, is that all you're planning to take off?"
"Please don't make me, Shuey," she whimpered.
Shuey pointed upstairs again. "I got no tears to shed for you, baby. I want to see ever stitch fall. I want to see ever inch of that white skin you're so proud of!"
Kitten unsnapped the bra and her tits spilled out in stark relief. The edges of the tight bra had left ugly welts on the tender globes, but they were still lovely to Shuey's eyes. He licked his lips as he eyed the taut pink nipples.
"Sucking stuff," he said, snapping his fingers. "Hurry it up, honey, I gotta be at you before my balls crack open like busted walnuts."
Kitten took off her skirt and only her panties remained. Shuey couldn't wait any longer. He put his big hands around her hips and squeezed her ass. When he discovered the small holes in the seat of her panties, he hooked his fingers in them and tore the fabric away from her buttocks. His fingertips explored the delectable crevice, then one finger dug deep between the mounds to search out her asshole.
"Oh!" Kitten squirmed madly against the invading finger. Shuey pushed it deeper and she felt the tight, tender ring opening to his probe. "Oh . . . ohhh!" She cried out as his finger proceeded a full inch into her rectum. "Shuey . . . don't.. . Shueee!"
Shuey laughed and stood away from her. His penis was gigantic. Kitten's ass and hips showed naked, but the panties still concealed part of her belly and all of her pubic mound.
"Every stitch," he said.
Kitten finished taking off the ruined panties. "Get your eyes full," she said. "I hope they pop out of your head." She tried to sound angry, but somehow she didn't feel that way. Her anus still tingled where Shuey had pushed his finger and some of the feeling had crept into her genitals. Her pussy was becoming wet.
Shuey gripped his prick and hugged it tightly. The huge glans was shiny and surging with blood.
He nodded toward the bed. "I've looked all I want to," he said. "Let's fuck."
Kitten moved toward the bed, then stopped. She didn't want to appear too willing, even though she was at the point of not caring what Shuey did to her. The pressure of his finger against her asshole had aroused a flicker of desire, and it was rapidly growing brighter as she thought about going to bed with him. It no longer mattered that he was a full-blooded Negro.
Shuey slapped her naked ass with the palm of his hand and she sprang toward the bed. She lay down on the old blanket and discovered that the bed smelled even worse than it looked.
Shuey leaned over her. "I know it ain't much of a place to make love," he said, "but try not to think about it. Just keep your mind between your legs."
Kitten's lips parted sensuously and she took a deep breath. "You're raping me, Shuey," she said, as if the remark would justify the act she was about to commit.
"Okay," he said. "If it makes you feel better, I'm raping you."
"I wouldn't do it if I didn't have to, Shuey," she said.
"I know you wouldn't," Shuey agreed. "I really don't like sex," she said. "I never have."
"Me neither," Shuey said, climbing onto the bed.
Kitten couldn't think of anything else to say, but she thought briefly of Roger as Shuey's dark face came close to her own. She closed her eyes.
Shuey jerked his head down and went directly to her breasts, smothering them with kisses. Kitten responded ardently, feeding the left tit into Shuey's mouth as he tried to draw it in with jaw and tongue. While he sucked, his big hand covered her right tit in a firm grip.
She began to whimper softly as Shuey devoured the sensitive globe. She rammed the mound harder against his mouth and he drew the taut, tingling nipple toward his tonsils. Her womb contracted violently and a hot flow of fluids sped down her vagina.
Shuey's stiff penis moved hotly against her thigh, easing toward her cunt. He released the nipple of her left tit. It made a popping sound as it left his mouth and he took a final nibble at it as it slid away from his tongue. "If you gave milk, I'd druther have you than a cow," he said. "You're so damned sweet I could eat you alive."
"Do," she said. "Do eat me."
Shuey grinned. "You mean it?"
"Uh huh," she said. "Do it like you did the white bitch, Shuey." She was suddenly blurting the words at him. "I don't care what you do to me, Shuey. Make me feel good all over. Like you said, things ain't gonna get no better nohow. Just make me feel good, Shuey. I want to come, Shuey. I want to come until I feel empty inside. Eat my pussy, Shuey. Please!" Kitten had become a wanton, writhing slut, and she knew it.
"I ain't one to turn down an invitation," he said. He didn't bother to kiss her belly or thighs. She opened her legs and he went directly to her cunt, his wide mouth enveloping flesh and hair alike as he began to suck on her labia.
"Oh, my God, Shuey!" she cried hysterically, even before his tongue began to move in her slit. When his tongue did begin to wiggle against her clitoris, Kitten went wild with desire. She squirmed as the blood pounded in her temples.
The pounding became louder, like drumbeats.
Her thoughts blended with the past. She was an animal, a wild savage, and the raw lust she felt was born out of her jungle heritage. The thought kept repeating itself as Shuey's mouth worked hungrily at her seeping orifice. She bucked her cunt at him, lifting her ass high above the blanket, the mound of her churning buttocks slapping against his chin. She was wild. She was savage. And she was black! Black! Black!
"Go! God! Go!" she chanted. Shuey tongue-fucked her with a wild passion, driving his tongue deeply into her vagina with the force of a stiff penis. Kitten was obsessed by sexual desire. She was black and Shuey was black, and his mouth was blending with the flesh of her pussy like it belonged there. She wanted him to go on forever, to thrust his tongue into her hot, wet hole until her mind snapped with ecstasy.
"Unh . . . unh . . . unhhh!" Her eyelids came together as the pleasure became almost too intense to bear. She couldn't postpone the orgasm. It started as a tingling of her nerve-endings, the mouth of her womb contracted spasmodically, and the remainder of it came in a blinding flash. It erupted through her buttocks and pubic mound, caused her belly to jerk in a spasm, then spilled out in a flood of pearly fluids. "Ohhh . . . Shueee!" she sobbed, pulling at his ears and grinding her throbbing clitoris against Shuey's teeth as she continued to come in thick, satisfying gushes.
Shuey didn't let go as long as a quiver was left in her body. His mouth remained on her cunt and he inhaled deeply as he sucked at her orifice in spaced bursts, his lips pulling at the hot inner folds, his tongue still sliding across her slick, congested love-flesh.
"Oh . . . ah . . . oh . . . ah . . . unnnhhh!" Kitten was straining to help him, trying to send more of the hot fluids down her canal to his feeding mouth. Her orgasm was dying bit by bit, but she was trying to make it last, trying to make every single drop of her spending give her one final tingle of pleasure. Her labia felt limp and spent between her legs, and the inner folds of her pussy felt as if they had been pulled outside her orifice.
Shuey threaded his thick tongue deeply into her vagina once more, then withdrew it very slowly. "Unh," Kitten said. She was through.
Shuey lifted his grinning face from between her legs. "I don't look so black now, do I?" he asked.
"I don't care, Shuey," she murmured, her eyes wistful. "I don't care how black you are."
Her thighs were still widely spread, and Shuey studied the gaping slit left by her parted labia. It was a deep crimson, the inner folds blubbery-looking and coated with her fluids. "I'm gonna fuck you, Kitten," he said.
Kitten's body was still numb, but all of her erogenous zones continued to tingle slightly with the aftereffects of Shuey's lovemaking. She didn't protest as his body moved between her legs. The tom-toms were still in her bloodstream, subdued, but continuing to beat out their story of mad passion and wild, uncontrolled lust.
His cock protruded over her belly as he moved in close. The size of it was almost inhuman, and its breadth was such that Kitten dared not try to guess its true measurements. "It's so big, Shuey," she said dreamily.
"Big and good," he said.
"I don't know if I can take it, Shuey."
"Sure you can," he said. "You're gonna holler some at first. But after it gets to feeling good, you ain't gonna care how big it is or how deep it goes in your cunt. You're gonna get so high on sex that you'll take it all and holler for more. And old Shuey's gonna try his best to give you all you want."
Kitten couldn't imagine why she had become so easy, why she was simply lying there, waiting for Shuey to shove that enormous rod up her vagina. That long black organ far surpassed anything she had ever had in her pussy, and she was actually puzzled because she had lost all fear of it.
The tom-toms were dying down. She could barely hear them in the distance. And the hot fever she had felt in her bloodstream was fading. Shuey loomed above her, his face black and grinning, his teeth like ivory. The lust in his face was so intense that it showed starkly through his bulging eyes. The veins in his temples made bulging knots under his skin.
She was thinking sensibly again. Cold perspiration dotted her brow and her lips felt dead. Shuey must have put something in the whiskey. A love potion that had temporarily affected her mind and made a savage out of her. She was civilized. She didn't live just to satisfy the deep inner urges and feed the carnal appetite.
"No," she said. "No, Shuey."
"You getting cold feet?" he asked.
"I . . . shouldn't have," she stammered. "I don't want anymore, Shuey."
She tried to sit up, but he pinned her hips and buttocks to the bed. She strained forward, her tits taut against her chest. Shuey's strong hands kept her buttocks pinned to the bed and his muscular legs prevented her thighs from closing.
He cursed. "I'm black again, ain't I?"
"It's not that, Shuey," she said. "I just.. . " Her voice faded away. A trembling began in her breasts and quickly spread to the remainder of her body. Her hips shook against Shuey's grip. "Shuey, I beg you . . . "
"I know what it is," Shuey growled. "You're scared of having a black cock inside your lily-white pussy. You think your hole won't be any good for a white man's rod once old Shuey puts his long, black dick in your precious slit."
"Shuey . . . "
"Shut up," he snapped. "I'll push them pretty teeth down your throat. I'm tired of you whining and making excuses. If I let you get up and walk out of here without fucking you, I couldn't even stand up like a man no more."
"Oh, I'm gonna do more than fuck you, Kitty-cat," he said. "I'm gonna ruin you for life. I'm gonna fuck both the black and the white side of you. I'm gonna ram this big thing into your belly and try my best to tear up that tight little pussy. Your white friends ain't gonna be able to touch the sides of it when I'm through. And then, when your cunt's plumb wore out, I'm gonna empty a gallon of come outta each ball. I'm gonna watch it pour out your mouth when your belly won't hold it, Pure black man's come, Kitten. Hot and thick and long-lasting."
"Shuey, oh, God, Shuey. Don't!" She struggled desperately, but could not move her exposed genitals away from Shuey's threatening penis. It was already pushing firmly against her labia. His glans was so huge that it dominated her entire rift. She felt that she had no canal at all with which to accept his awful organ. "Oh!"
She cried out sharply as Shuey thrust strongly and managed to force her labia apart. His swollen knob throbbed against her severely crushed clitoris, then smothered the mouth of her vagina. He pushed at her resisting hole and Kitten cried out. "It hurts, Shuey. Oh, it hurts!"
Shuey looked puzzled. "You ain't been around as much as I thought, Kitten," he panted. "I thought your pussy would just open up and swallow me whole."
"Unh . . . Shuey!" She winced as he ground his fearsome cockhead around her vaginal mouth. "I . . . can't. . . take it, Shuey!"
"Easy now." Shuey's voice softened and his eyes didn't look quite so hard. "I . . . ain't really gonna hurt you, Kitten," he groaned. "I . . . uh . . . waited too long for this to mess you up on purpose."
Kitten's eyes jerked in their sockets and her mouth quivered. "I wish the law would come, Shuey," she whined. "I wish they'd bust in here and drag us both off to jail. I wish . . . ohhh!"
Shuey was manipulating his penis by gripping the shaft and moving his cockhead to and fro in her slit. Mostly he was concentrating on her clitoris, simply dragging his hot glans back and forth across that sensitive membrane.
"No, I . . . please . . . don't.. . " Kitten couldn't keep her thoughts in order. Her resistance was fading as quickly as it had come. Her clit was surging toward new life, raising its head to push firmly against Shuey's knob. Small tingles ran through her mount, something like pleasant needle pricks. Her anus contracted and her buttocks snapped together in response as Shuey slipped his fluid-coated glans across that tight little band of flesh.
Shuey grunted suddenly and his legs trembled. The warmth of her pussy against his cockhead caused the lust in his mind to take a firmer grip. His consideration for the woman beneath him vanished. He jammed his cock against the mouth of her vagina and kept pushing.
"Unh . . . unnnhhh!" Kitten stiffened as the bursting pressure against her cunt mounted. Her labia gripped his huge glans in a tight, torturous embrace. "Shuey!"
It felt as if his penis was growing larger inside her rift. His progress was slow, but it continued, his cockhead moving but a fraction of an inch at a time as it tore into her channel.
"Stop, Shuey," she groaned. "Oh, please stop!"
Her protest was low and without meaning. She crazily realized that she had almost whispered it. She shifted her ass as Shuey relaxed the pressure on her hips. Her cunt had completely enveloped his knob. "Uh." She strained as Shuey forced an inch of his stalk in behind his glans. Already she felt as if a full-sized penis was buried in her orifice, but she knew that his penetration of her parts had only begun.
Shuey slipped two more inches into her moist, faintly yielding vagina. She cried out with sheer pleasure. The hurt of it was satisfying, almost delicious. "Shuey! Ohhh! Shuey!"
Kitten's eyes held a faraway expression. The drums were beating again. She was being tortured at the stake by black savages, except that the stake was Shuey's huge penis rammed into her pussy and the torture bordered on ecstasy instead of pain. The drums beat madly. She wanted him to shove all of his enormous pole into her belly, wanted him to slam through her fleshy portals like a battering ram with fire on its end, wanted to feel her pussy crumbled before his onslaught and cease all resistance.
"All of it, Shuey!" she cried. "Fuck me with all of it!"
Shuey's dark face was a tight mask, and his lips were pulled back against his flashing white teeth. The powerful muscles of his stomach knotted and his buttocks hardened as he sought a complete entry.
"Agghhh . . . ahhh!"
Kitten cried out in pain as his penis broke into her, then sobbed with deep pleasure as it tore wide and deep in her vagina. She continued to whimper as Shuey kept feeding his long, thick shaft into her aroused hole.
"Unh . . . unh . . . unh!" She moaned as it kept coming and coming and coming-inch after inch after inch of hard, hot flesh. And then his knob was blunted against her uterus. "No!" She screamed out a warning as the man tried to screw a final inch of his organ into her already over-filled cunt.
"No more," she gasped. "No more." Kitten's hands tore at his rib cage. "But don't take it out, Shuey. Don't take any of it out!"
Kitten was submerged in raw sex. Roger and all the others meant nothing. She was completely captivated by the big rod on which she was impaled.
Her vagina moved against it, the muscles creeping and rolling as she savored each and every inch of the huge cock.
"Oh, fuck me, Shuey," she cried.
Very methodically, he began to screw her. He almost completely withdrew his penis, then slowly fed it back into her moist canal. Her ass worked with him, rising to meet his gentle thrust, then falling away as he partially withdrew. Each time he entered her deeply, she felt as if her pussy were being opened to a man for the first time. She was almost crazy with wanting him, and she no longer wondered how she had managed to accept such a huge prick in her small belly.
She shuddered deliciously, her belly filled with hot, hard male flesh. She was glad she had taken it. It was part of her body now. She had never felt so vibrantly alive, had never sought physical satisfaction with such vigor.
She sighed. If hope was gone, pleasure was not. She thought of being locked behind bars for the rest of her life, and she was suddenly desperate to get enough of that wonderful huge penis between her legs before that time came.
Her ass worked frantically, as if driven by a piston at the base of her spine. Her cunt enveloped Shuey's thick cock, slipped away, then quickly captured it again. Her ass rotated and her hairy mound bucked at him as she tried to get that final inch of his penis into her prick-hungry hole. She could never succeed and finally quit trying, content to force her cunt up and down his fluid-streaked shaft as he rammed it back at her.
"More, Shuey," she whimpered as he slowed. "Oh, keep fucking me." She writhed beneath his pounding cock, her fluids bubbling around his shaft. For the first time in her life she was proud of her black blood. It had helped her to respond, had given her the sexual prowess of a wild animal, had actually made her crave copulation like the night-crying feline which was her namesake. As for her feeling for Shuey, he could have been blue or green for all she cared. A penis of such proportions could not be criticized. And, most certainly, it could never be surpassed.
Shuey's dark skin glistened with sweat. Large, warm drops of it fell onto Kitten's heaving tits. He had been supporting himself with his arms, but he sank against her, mashing the resilient globes into strange, uncontoured masses against her chest. Her nipples remained taut, burning against his skin like small hot coals. And, although the upper part of Shuey's body relaxed against her, his buttocks strained magnificently as he continued to shove his huge, muscular penis into her seeping cunt. Her fluids continued to pour prolifically from her thoroughly titillated orifice, puddling in the crevice of her ass, then spreading to practically cover the jerking mounds.
"I'm coming, Shuey," she cried, pumping her ass at him in a frenzied movement that she hoped would multiply the sweet, unbearable frictioning of her clitoris and vagina against his stiff cock.
"Oh, I'm coming," she cried again as the orgasm gripped her. It seemed that every pore of her body was being drained. Her womb was churning, sending out a warm, thick expulsion of pearly fluids. Her vagina tightened around Shuey's thick stalk, giving it a last desperate milking as her hungry cunt searched for his semen.
"Fuck, oh, fuck!" she sobbed.
Shuey slammed against her, the strength suddenly gone from his legs. His balls contracted madly against her ass. It gave her a feeling of triumph to know that she had somehow managed to accept the final inch of his gut-bursting shaft. His knob pulsated hotly against her uterus and the first jet of semen bolted into her hole.
"Ahhh . . . ohhh!" She whimpered gratefully as the heavy charge continued to come at her. His glans jumped and throbbed next to her womb and she felt the pumping action of his balls against her ass. She'd never imagined that a man could come so much or that a woman could derive such enjoyment out of hot male fluids spattering into her pussy.
Shuey gave a final groan of pleasure and struggled from between her thighs. Her vagina sucked at his organ as it was withdrawn. She thought that the entire length would never completely leave her warm hole. His knob dragged wetly across her love-flesh and was gone. Except for the swirling sperm in her belly, Kitten felt that she had been bored out by a giant drill and the gaping opening had been left unsealed.
Kitten lay as if in a daze, having erotic dreams. Her pussy still throbbed and her vagina convulsed every few seconds. Fluids continued to pour from her battered orifice. She tried to think about other things, tried to blot out the fact that she had thoroughly enjoyed being ravished by Shuey, but she could not ignore the glowing warmth that still remained in her belly.
Her thighs were still sprawled open, and Shuey sat on the edge of the bed, staring into her come-filled vulva. Now that he had taken her, he didn't feel that he had accomplished anything. Before, he'd have given his left ball just to have smelled where she had pissed. Now she was just another broad he had screwed.
He tried to feel a sense of satisfaction, but something that resembled anger filled his brown face. Although he had practically forced Kitten to have sex with him, he couldn't get rid of the idea that she had used him like she had all the other men in her life. He still had the urge to punish her, to make her pay for the awful things she had said to him in the past, to make her regret having kept him at arm's length all those years. He scowled darkly at his troubled thoughts. How many times had she looked at him like she was royalty and he was just a goddamn black nigger?
He'd meant to hurt her, he supposed. He'd wanted her to shed a lot of tears as he had forced his big cock into her tight pussy. But she hadn't done that at all. She'd mostly just laid there and enjoyed it.
He was still looking between her legs, his remorseful eyes studying the man-eating thing that lay there. He could see it all, from her clitoris to her puckered little asshole. A pussy, he realized, could do all sorts of things to a man-make him crawl, make him beg, make him kill somebody.
He eyed her swollen love-flesh, still flushed a deep red from the frictioning of his thick penis. The lips of her cunt were still sprawled open, and he doubted they'd ever go back together after the reaming he'd given her. Hell, he could see the beginning of her hole. Every so often it would pucker up and spit out a little more of his come. And Kitten was still laying there enjoying it, her eyes closed, a whorish expression on her face.
He looked down at his penis and discovered that it was stiff again. And then he looked back between Kitten's legs. He couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from her asshole. It was a lovely little tiling, nestled between her buttocks, very tiny and very pink. He studied his enormous, blood-filled cockhead, then studied her asshole some more. A grin played on his lips, and he laughed a little way down in his chest. Her hole was so small that he doubted he could get the tip of his little finger in it. But he guessed it fooled a man's eyesight. Just a while ago he'd had his finger up in it to the knuckle. And, the funny thing was, she'd liked it. He reckoned she'd really scream and carry on if he shoved his big cock up her ass.
He turned, rolled over on his belly, and scooted between her legs again.
Kitten moaned softly, then cracked her eyelids and smiled faintly as she felt the hot presence of Shuey's cockhead in her gaping slit. In her dream-like state, she'd begun to feel slightly despondent again. Perhaps one more time with him would put the fire back into her blood and make her feel good again.
Shuey's glans moved downward and she felt it cross the thin bit of membrane that separated vulva and anus. Suddenly, it was pushing between her buttocks, directed at her rear canal. She wiggled a bit, trying to get his penis back into proper position. It stubbornly continued to press against her asshole.
"Shuey," she grunted.
The pressure increased.
"Shuey!" She was startled at first, then overwhelmed by fear when she realized that Shuey wasn't a novice at this sort of thing. He knew exactly what he was doing. He was trying to fuck her in the ass! "Don't, Shuey!" she cried.
Kitten tried to bring her legs together, but only succeeded in tightening her buttocks against Shuey's glans. His knob continued to grind against her anus. His huge hands held her captive again, his thumbs hooked to her hips and his fingers digging into the tense hillocks behind.
"Shuey," she gasped. "People, don't.. . "
Shuey cackled, mad with lust and driven by the desire to hurt her, to make her cry. "We ain't people, Kitten," he said. "We're animals. Ain't that what everybody tells us, Kitten?"
"No . . . no . . . " she blubbered.
"Oh, shut up," he said. "You got all that white blood in you and you try to cover up the animal in it. You try to hold yourself high, try to make yourself better than old Shuey. Well, Kitty-cat, I'm gonna bring you down to my level. The lowest. The gutter. Ain't nothing lower than getting screwed in the ass!"
"Oh, Shuey," she sobbed. "I let you . . . let you fuck me. Isn't that enough?"
"No," he said.
"Look, Shuey," she whispered. "I'm not mad at you. I don't hate you. I'll let you do it again if you want. I'll let you fuck me as much as you want to, Shuey. Just don't. . . unnnhhh!"
Shuey's sudden thrust showed that he wasn't listening to her pleas. He rammed her again, more forcefully than before.
"Aaannngg.. . " she cried.
"I'm gonna make you all ass, Kitten," he threatened.
Kitten tried to stiffen her body, but Shuey lifted her buttocks higher. Her thighs crept further apart, making her rift an easy target. He pried the hills of her ass apart and thrust again.
"Unnhhh!" Kitten groaned out her misery. Shuey's bursting knob was becoming a part of her anus. She kept trying to shake him, but he clung doggedly to the ground he had gained. "Oh, God, Shuey! Don't!" Her fluid-laden slit helped ease his way as her spending trickled around his glans. As he continued to hunch at her, his eyes lit with a mad determination.
"Please . . . " She choked. The tight ring of flesh was slowly giving, spreading tediously to accept the tip of his huge cockhead. Her buttocks came together, clenching in an effort to shut out the hurt.
She feared that she was losing her mind. Shuey kept trying the impossible. She counted the attempts. Push. Relax. Push. Relax. Push. Each time the rubbery ring seemed to give a little more.
Her ass rose and fell with his thrusts. Her mouth opened and closed. "Unh. Unh. Unh. Oh. Unh." Kitten's voice sounded like a broken record.
Shuey gritted his teeth and hurled all the power in his muscular buttocks at her. "Aiii!" She screamed loudly as his cockhead broke through the resisting ring and plowed into her rectum. "Oh, Gaaaa . . . " she sobbed fitfully.
Shuey grinned broadly as the warm, gravelly hole tightened around his prick like a sleeve of steel. He struggled to his knees and put his hands beneath Kitten's buttocks. The angle was perfect, and he attempted to feed more of his hurting stalk into her. Kitten howled long and loud as his penis burst deeply into her rectum. "Oh. Ohhh! My ass! My ass!"
Fluids continued to pour from Kitten's cunt and flow onto Shuey's thick shaft. He began to fuck her with short, stiff, spine-tingling bursts. The tight ring of flesh continued to grip his shaft in a relentless embrace. Shuey's glans was so swollen that Kitten doubted he'd ever be able to remove it from the tiny orifice he'd brutally driven it through. She squirmed in agony. His penis felt as if it were solid bone.
Shuey continued to thrust into her tender asshole. Kitten's groans of dismay turned to little ohs and ahs of delight as the attack seemed to soften. The vaginal outpour increased, continually lubricating his shaft at it punched into her rectum.
"Ah, ohhh!" Kitten knew that her parts were giving only minor resistance at this point. She began to respond slowly as the warm glow spread from her anus, through her slit, and crept up into her pubic mound and belly. She kept waiting for the tom-toms to start beating again, but all she heard was the sound of Shuey's wet, frictioning penis as it slurped in and out of her asshole.
Shuey looked down into her passion contorted face. He was further dismayed. Even this violent attack had caused her to suffer only a shot while. She had no heart. Her body was only a machine and no flesh and blood man could beat it down. He gave an angry thrust that sent two more inches of his titanic cock into her bowels.
"Ah." The hurt was sharp and sudden, but Kitten barely winced. The movement had set off a violent orgasm that tore through her belly and genitals without warning. It was the last thing she had expected from the obscene act that Shuey was forcing on her. It was glorious.
"I'm coming," she said in an awed voice. Then she simply lay there, quivering gently and enjoying it.
Shuey grunted and ejaculated, but the thrill had barely left his organ before he realized that he had come out on the short end of the deal. His penis was bruised and torn when he finally jerked it out of Kitten's relentlessly clutching hole. The pain persisted while Kitten's face still held a healthy glow.
"Damn," Shuey whined. "Damn."
Kitten laughed as he cuddled his injured cock.
"You're hard as a rock," Shuey grimaced. "A stud horse couldn't make you break down and cry."
Kitten sat up, her buttocks resting in the fluids that she and Shuey had expended in abundant quantities. The glow was gone. She'd had a bad opinion of herself before, but now she felt completely worthless.
"Shuey," she said.
"What?" he snapped.
"You won't tell Roger, will you?"
"I won't have to tell him," Shuey grunted. "He'll know."
Kitten frowned deeply. If Roger ever found out about her orgy with Shuey, he'd abandon her completely. She didn't suppose that it mattered. She'd lost all respect for herself, and she no longer deserved Roger's love. Shuey had proved that she was nothing but a jungle tramp. Even with her nearly white skin, the way wasn't up anymore. It was straight down. All she could do was try to enjoy the trip to the ghetto gutters.
-9-
Kitten went into the tiny cubicle that served as a bathroom. She stepped into the small, rusty shower and turned on the water. Amazingly, it was warm. She found a small sliver of soap and lathered her body until it was gone. The heat of the water was increasing, but she did not try to adjust it. Instead, she allowed it to run full blast, just short of scalding. This continued for long minutes, but she still felt dirty inside.
"What you trying to do?" Shuey asked. "Wash the black off?"
"No," Kitten retorted. "Just trying to wash you out of my system."
"You ain't gonna be able to wash me out, burn me out, or boil me out," Shuey laughed. "Every time you look between your legs, you're gonna remember that old Shuey came in both your holes!"
Kitten shrugged off his remarks. She looked around for a towel, discovered there wasn't any, and stepped from the cubicle naked, the water still dripping from her body. She didn't feel indecent. Not only had Shuey already seen everything she had to show, but she doubted that she'd ever again experience the womanly sensation of modesty.
Shuey stared at her and she stared back. Both were silent. Shuey had put his clothing back on, but Kitten remained nude, waiting for her skin to dry. She was still naked when Scogbert kicked the door open and burst into the room.
"Hey, man!" Shuey yelled, jumping to his feet. "What's the big idea?"
"Shut up," Scogbert snarled. "I don't want no more of your lip, Shuey."
"Man, you're on my home ground now," Shuey said, a grim smile playing on his lips. "I'm top cat down here. All I gotta do is snap my fingers and your throat is cut from ear to ear."
Scogbert wasn't listening. His eyes were soaking in every inch of Kitten's body. Small beads of water still stood on the curvature of her breasts and belly. Her pubic hair was flattened against her mound, the tuft at the bottom pointed and wet. He watched several drops of water fall from it, then Kitten grabbed her skirt and tried to block his view. She managed to cover her cunt, but the skirt didn't do a complete job of concealment. She cupped one breast and held her arm before the other. Scogbert could still see most of one tit.
"I'll swear," he said. "You get prettier every time I see you, Kitten."
"Hey, man," Shuey said. "That's my girl you're talking to."
"I'm not your girl!" Kitten interceded.
"Anyway," Shuey said to Scogbert. "You better perk up your ears and listen to me. I'm the king.. . "
"Shut your trap!" Scogbert backhanded Shuey and send him sprawling against the wall with surprising ease. Kitten expected Shuey to leap back and overcome the big detective, but Shuey had been virtually poleaxed. He slid down the wall and sat staring at Kitten through dazed eyes.
Kitten smirked at him. "I thought you said the cops were afraid to come down here at night."
Shuey rose groggily to his feet. "This crazy cat must have something driving him to risk his neck . . . "
"I came after her," Scogbert said.
Shuey grinned. "You still got the hots for her, huh? Can't get her tight little snatch off your mind. Well, it ain't tight no more, man. I've done rammed it with this big pole of mine. I mean I bored deeper than an oil drilling rig. You won't ever be able to touch bottom again."
Scogbert flinched and his face went pale with anger. He jerked his .38 from its holster and brought the barrel crashing across Shuey's skull. Shuey went to his knees and Scogbert kicked him in the face.
Shuey groaned as he went to his knees, then fell on his face. He cursed and tried to stand again, but Scogbert was pistol-whipping him on the way up. Kitten threw her skirt aside and leaped at Scogbert. "You'll kill him!" she cried.
"The smart-mouthed bastard," Scogbert growled, raising the gun again.
"Don't hit him again," Kitten pleaded. "Please."
"I've had about enough of him," Scogbert said. "I oughta kill hell outta him while I got him."
Kitten threw her arms around Scogbert and pressed her breasts against his chest. He could feel the hot wetness of the globes and the sensitive tautness of the nipples. He was still trembling with anger, but the nearness of Kitten's warm naked body quickly had its effect.
"What Shuey said," he asked. "Was it true? Did he screw you?"
Kitten pressed her tits even more firmly against Scogbert's heaving chest. "You know he didn't," she lied.
"Okay," Scogbert said. "I believe you. But if I ever catch you with that bastard again, I'll kill the both of you."
"I didn't want to come with him," Kitten said. "But they found Janson's body. I had to have a place to hide."
"Yeah, they found it all right," Scogbert said.
"What about Hardy?" she asked.
"Oh, he's a slick one," Scogbert said. "Didn't take him but a minute to convince 'em that your boy friend slipped the body into his trunk."
"And the gun?" Kitten asked.
"Hardy's thirty-eight, you mean?" Scogbert grinned. "A good try, but it didn't work either. Hardy noticed that the grips had been switched. Explained it to the D.A. even before they had done the ballistics test on the slug they dug out of Janson."
"Have you heard anything from Roger?" she asked.
"I'll swear, you're full of questions."
"I have to know about Roger," she insisted.
"They got out an all points bulletin on him." Scogbert told her.
"Then they haven't caught him!"
"Naw, he's still on the loose," Scogbert admitted, "but they're zeroing in on him. Appears he's heading for Alabama. It looks like he's ditched you. Kitten."
Kitten went numb. "I can't believe that," she said.
"I got no reason to he to you."
"No," he sighed. "I suppose not." She leaned over to pick up her panties and her breasts dangled deliciously before Scogbert's ever-watchful eyes. "I suppose it's back to jail for me," she said.
"Maybe and maybe not," Scogbert told her.
She looked up to see a broad grin on his swarthy face. "How should I take that?" she asked.
"Anyway you want to," Scogbert said. "It's up to you."
"Hardy didn't send you?"
Scogbert shook his head. "Like Shuey said, a man's got to have something driving him to come into this black hell-hole at night. If it was official, I'd have brought a small army with me. I ain't driving a squad car, Kitten. This is strictly on my own."
The hard knot in Kitten's belly began to relax. "Are you going to give me another chance?" she asked.
"If you'll be nice to me," Hardy said.
"And if I'm not?"
"Then I run you in," Hardy said.
Kitten knew that it was time to play the whore again. And, at this stage of a losing game, she didn't mind acting the part. She smiled sweetly at him and made her breasts more full by inhaling deeply.
"I'll be nice," she said.
"That was quick," Scogbert said.
"Time is precious."
"You'll have to come with me," Scogbert said. "I got an idea you might take a liking to. Just to show you I got a heart."
"Anything," Kitten said, her desperation showing.
Scogbert couldn't keep his hands off her any longer. He reached out and took a tit in each hand, squeezing the globes like a teenage boy who was coming into contact with female breasts for the first time since the nursery.
"Ouch," Kitten cried. "That hurts."
Scogbert took his hands away momentarily, but they were back at her almost instantly. He drew her close and ran his hands over her ass. She tried to appear pleased, but her buttocks were hard and tense against his palms. He pushed his groin against her pubic mound and she was surprised to find that he had already achieved an erection.
Scogbert tore at his fly. "I got to have you now," he croaked. "God, Kitten. I ain't been able to think about nothing but you." He pulled out his cock and shoved it between Kitten's legs.
She did a little dance, trying to put him off. His penis felt bigger than before. She managed to slip away from it, but his glans still rested in her pubic hair.
"Let's . . . wait," she whispered.
"Just a quick one," Scogbert moaned, clutching at her ass and jerking her belly toward him again. His penis pushed upward instead of downward and was crushed against her soft belly.
"If I'm good to you," she said, "you'll have to be good to me."
His balls slapped against her thighs as he hunched at her. "I'd break my arm for you, Kitten. You know that."
Kitten pressed her genitals closer to his own. "Did you find out what Janson had on Hardy?" she asked. "You promised me."
"I will, Kitten," he whined, running his hands up and down her hips and thighs. "I swear. Just give me time."
"You're just using me," Kitten accused. "I'm just a quick piece of ass to you."
"No," Scogbert panted. "I love you, Kitten."
"I'm black."
"I wouldn't give a damn if you were as black as a tar baby, I'd still love you," Scogbert said. "You're the only woman that ever made me feel like a man." Scogbert punched his cock around, trying to get it back between her legs. "Please, Kitten. I got to put it in you!"
"We haven't got the time," Kitten said. "If Shuey's friends find you here . . . "
"To hell with Shuey's friends," Scogbert said, his lust for Kitten overriding his better judgment. "If they come down here, I'll bust me some more nigger heads."
After the orgy with Shuey, Kitten was not exactly in the mood for more sex, but she knew that time could be an enemy or an ally. Precious minutes were ticking by, and Scogbert was determined not to leave the basement until he had sampled her flesh.
"All right," she said.
Scogbert tried to push her toward the bed, but Kitten eyed the filthy, come-soaked blanket and shook her head.
"Where?" Scogbert croaked. "The floor?"
"No."
"Damn it." Scogbert wouldn't be put off any longer. He began to work his hot stalk between Kitten's legs. This time she tried to help him. If she had to make a sudden run for it, she could do it better from a standing position than from a prone one.
She wiggled. She was considerably shorter than he, and she stood on tiptoes so that he could work his glans into her vagina. She swayed back and forth, trying to keep her balance. Her buttocks shivered as Scogbert's knob slipped across her clitoris. When he found her vagina, he thrust upward with such force that Kitten's feet momentarily left the floor.
"Unh." She came back down, clinging to the detective's neck for support. As she did, his cock slid deeper into her vagina. "Unnnhhh!"
Pure happiness showed through the lust that filled Scogbert's beefy features. The Negro's big prick hadn't ruined her after all. Her pussy was as tight and as sweet as it had been that night at her apartment. He was more elated as her vagina crawled along his shaft. She'd been telling the truth. She hadn't let Shuey fuck her.
Kitten meant to keep him thinking that way. She worked the muscles of her vagina like an expert. Her cunt gripped Scogbert's penis like a sheath.
"God, Kitten," he groaned. "I love your sweet ass!"
Kitten began to whimper. Although she hadn't cared for more sex just moments ago, she now desired it. The carnal experiences of the last few days had sharpened her reflexes and her ability to respond. Scogbert's penis was jammed but halfway into her hole and she hungered for more of it. She began a slow rotation of her hips and the movement made the detective's eyes roll in his head. The exquisite pressure her vagina was applying to his thick penis caused him to strangle with emotion.
"Ga . . . uh . . . God!" he hacked.
"Oh, dear, deeper," Kitten whined, bucking her pubic mound at his hairy groin.
Scogbert took a firm grip on her buttocks and lifted her a full foot off the floor. Her feet dangled and her legs kicked. Her clitoris frictioned pleasingly against the surface of Scogbert's cock. He continued to strain at her, and Kitten drew her legs up and locked them around his thick waist.
"Ahhh!" Scogbert sighed as her widening cunt slid easily onto the remainder of his shaft. He thrust.
"Ohhh! God!" Kitten cried as she felt his cock burying itself to the hilt in her pussy. She began to buck her ass at Scogbert in a furious assault that would have downed weaker men. He held grimly onto her churning buttocks. Compared to Scogbert, Kitten was but a tiny thing, but she began to best him in the awkward battle of the flesh.
"Damn," Scogbert grunted. He swayed back and forth like a weight lifter who had taken on too much of a load. Kitten's vagina clung doggedly to his deeply imbedded penis, and he could not have removed it even if he had desired to do so.
Scogbert tried to take the inactive, but he knew that it was Kitten and not he who was doing the fucking. She was like a woman possessed with demons as she hammered her cunt onto his stalk.
He tried a systematic approach, meeting thrust with thrust, but she still dominated him. The tightness of her passageway had relaxed once he had achieved total penetration. Her vagina was very moist and resilient as he strained to touch her uterus with his glans.
He was almost startled when she opened up like a floodgate. The fluids she expelled trickled hotly down the front of his pants. Much of it saturated his pubic hair and he could feel the wet heat of it against his skin. He thought she was coming, but realized she wasn't. Her ass was still hammering at him like he was giving her the best cock she had ever had.
"Fuck me!" She cried. "Oh, fuck me!"
Kitten clung to Scogbert like a monkey, her fingers clawing at his back. Her ass continued to whip at him and her tits banged against his chest. The hard little nipples made a scratchy sound against his sweat-soaked shirt.
"Uhhh!" The hot, wet cunt charging his penis proved too much for Scogbert. He ejaculated.
"Oh . . . damn it!" Kitten cried when she felt his semen spilling into her orifice like thin sugar syrup. "I haven't . . . oh, damn you, I haven't come!"
She hated Scogbert for a moment, but her desire for satisfaction took the helm. She fastened herself more tightly to his huge frame and banged her cunt at his rapidly shrinking erection. Desperately, she tried to achieve an orgasm before the much needed penis went soft inside her belly.
"I.. . oh . . . I.. . almost.. . " she sobbed, then gritted her teeth and ground her ass against his fluid-covered balls.
Scogbert kept her in mid-air, a deadpan expression on his face now that his sperm had been spent. He was wondering why he'd gone to all this trouble to start with. A man was a fool to endanger his life for a black pussy.
Kitten was still trying. "You wanted me," she gasped, her face taking on a savage expression as the orgasm refused to come. "Now fuck me, you big sonofabitch!"
Scogbert hunched feebly at her, but it did little good. His penis was now trapped in a spreading tunnel of flesh that was overflowing with warm, slick spending.
"It's falling, damn you!" Kitten said miserably. She couldn't even feel his penis inside her churning vagina. "Do something!"
Her cries of dismay aroused the fallen Shuey. He lay on the floor, blood pouring from the lacerations on his head. He was still dazed, but the sight of the naked Kitten begging the big cop to screw her made his mind clear.
Shuey felt even more depressed, and the awful throbbing in his head didn't help. Damn Kitten. Her pussy wasn't nothing but trouble. All his big prick had done was to make her throw herself at every clown who came along. Shuey eased to his feet. Scogbert stared at him through unseeing eyes, his knees sagging as he tried to support the dynamic female who still held him captive with her legs. Shuey chose the opportunity to make his getaway. He hit the dark street in a dead run and didn't look back.
Kitten was gasping for air and her mouth was hanging loose. She did not believe the change in herself, but she had never wanted a man as badly as she did at this moment. She'd seen Shuey run out, and she almost wished he'd come back. She wished he'd come back and ram that hard black cock up her pussy, up her ass . . . anywhere that would make her come.
"Oh, um, please!" she begged Scogbert. She was reaching. She was almost at the summit. If she could just. . .
Scogbert was straining. The battering he was taking made his thoughts go in all directions. His penis was still in her vagina, but it had no feeling to it. It was simply a piece of limp flesh being swept around in a whirling abyss of fluids. He adjusted her writhing ass to get a better grip. His fingers dug into the warm crevice of her buttocks. One finger touched Kitten's fluid-soaked anus and slipped easily in to the first joint. It was all that Kitten needed. "Uh. Oh, God!" She forced her asshole all the way down on the finger, then began a wild sobbing.
Scogbert held on grimly. Her entire body was shuddering in waves of ecstasy. She clung to him, coming profusely, and her orgasm was so wet and lasting that it completely ruined the front of the detective's pants as it spilled from her twitching orifice.
As he let her down, Scogbert's penis slid limply from her cunt. He grunted out his relief.
Kitten was still angry with him for having almost left her between the awful void that separated desire from fulfillment. She would have received much more pleasure if she had finished the act with a stiff penis in her belly.
"You're not much," she said bluntly.
Scogbert grinned. "Yeah, I know," he said. "But I'm all you got."
-10-
The pussy-whipped detective watched Kitten dress. Immediately after ejaculating, he'd thought he wouldn't want her again. But the feeling was beginning to come back to his genitals. It was exciting just watching her cover up her tits. They kept popping out of the tiny bra as she tried to pull the cups close and fasten the snaps behind her back.
"Will you?" she asked finally, turning her back to him. His hands shook like he had a nervous condition. Kitten cupped the bra to her breasts. Scogbert ran his hands under her arm and pulled the bands tight. He was all fingers as he tried to work the snaps, but he finally succeeded. He grinned to himself. He was getting another hard-on.
"Kitten," he said.
"No more," she told him. "Not now."
"I think I can go the limit this time," he said. "My God, I'm getting as hard as a rock." He tried to grab her ass, but Kitten slipped away from him.
Kitten picked up the panties that Shuey had torn off her, then tossed them toward the bed.
"What'd you do that for?" Scogbert asked.
"No use for them," she said, knowing that Scogbert would realize she had been ravished by Shuey if he saw the tattered condition of the panties. She smiled at the detective, still covering up. "When I'm ready, I'm really ready."
Kitten pulled the sweater over her head and teased Scogbert by remaining nude from the waist down for several minutes. Kitten knew that she had to keep him primed. The sight of her naked little ass and hairy mound just below the sweater was making Scogbert's commitment more definite. The sex-mad goon would do anything she asked as long as she could keep him wanting her body. Meanwhile, she'd have to follow his lead.
"What next?" she asked, pulling on her skirt.
"Maybe to jail," Scogbert said.
"That's mean, talking that way," she pouted. She began to doubt her hold on him. She moved in close and caressed his genitals through his pants. She had to make sure that he'd stick with her until her safety was assured. If Scogbert walked out on her, she couldn't stay in the small basement room. Shuey had seen her trade her body to a white cop for a favor. He'd be back and he'd bring all of his friends with him. They'd have an orgy at her expense and her body wouldn't be fit to carry away in a basket after they got through.
"I'm kidding," Scogbert said, patting her ass. He liked her for being warm and loving, even if she was feigning it. He frowned. "You know that I'm really sticking my neck out for you. Hardy will have my ass. When this gets out, I got no job."
"Nobody knows," Kitten said. "And I won't tell."
"What about your black boy friend?" Scogbert asked.
"I'd forgotten about Shuey," Kitten said.
"Well, the whole ghetto will know what happened here by sunrise," Scogbert said, grimacing. "The word'll get back to Hardy."
"If we can prove that Hardy killed Abel Janson, we can both be free of him."
"Hell," Scogbert said. "I know Hardy killed him. Proving it is another matter."
Kitten thought that Scogbert looked wise for the first time since she'd met him. She didn't feel any sympathy or love for him, and certainly no physical craving, but she resented him far less than before.
"All right," she sighed. "If it's going to mean trouble for you, you go your way and I'll go mine."
"They'll get you, Kitten," Scogbert said. "You ain't got a chance." His face was very grim. "Listen, I didn't come down here half-cocked. I thought it all out. I know you ain't got no real feelings for me, but that don't make no difference. The thing is-when I heard your boy friend, Whetmire, was hightailing it and leaving you behind, I knew I had a chance."
"Roger might come back," Kitten said. She didn't like to think that he had deserted her, and she knew she'd never be able to forget him.
"Small chance," Scogbert said. "Anyway, just in case he does, me and you ain't going to be around to see him. Make up your mind. Are you with me or not?"
Kitten shrugged. "I suppose you're right about Roger. He might never come back, and I can't afford to wait and see. What do you have in mind?"
"I know all about your plans," Scogbert said. "About how you wanted to go up north and set up housekeeping with Whetmire. Well, I'm offering you the same deal."
"Aren't you forgetting something?"
"What's that?"
"I'm black."
Scogbert laughed. "You're just as white as I am, and your skin's a helluva lot prettier. Is it a deal?"
Scogbert wasn't the height of Kitten's ambitions, but with her world crumbling around her, he was better than nothing. "All right," she said, but she was very dejected as she followed him from the basement to the car.
"It ain't going to be as easy as it looks," Scogbert said, when he was seated behind the wheel. "Hardy will be after us all the way." He patted her thigh and a big nervous grin crossed his face and disappeared. "We won't be able to head straight north. We're going to be like a couple of rabbits trying to fool the hounds. South a while, then west, then north. A lot of hiding, a lot of backtracking, a lot of just plain scared running."
Kitten tried to smile at him but it came out very weak. "All right," she said. "Let's start running."
Even though he was driving his private Vehicle, Scogbert's radio would pick up police calls, and he kept it switched on as he drove. "Don't expect nothing to happen for a while," he explained, "but I've got to keep the damned squawking thing on all the time. When Hardy starts to move, we'll know it."
"Which way are we headed?" Kitten asked.
"The closest way to the state line," Scogbert said. "Every state we can put behind us will increase the odds in our favor. Of course, they'll bring the Feds in on the case when they discover we've left the state. By then we'll be good and lost. We might even decide to leave the country if things get too hot. South America or somewhere." He laughed. "Senor and Senorita Scogbert. Sounds good, don't it?"
"That would take an awful lot of money," Kitten said.
"I thought you soaked Janson for a wad before he was killed," Scogbert said.
"Several thousand," Kitten said, no longer ashamed of her past. "But it's all in the bank."
"Well, don't worry," Scogbert said. "We ain't going to try to turn around and go back for it. Just to ease your mind, let me tell you I ain't exactly the poorest ex-cop in the world. And now that I'm unemployed, I ain't afraid to admit that I made every dollar I could on the side. I got a roll of dough hid in the trunk that would choke a horse."
Confession was good for the soul, and both Kitten and Scogbert thought about it in silence. Scogbert kept his ears glued to the radio as he drove. Kitten curled up in the seat and slept.
Scogbert hardly looked at her again until the sun began to break over the hills in the distance. He nudged her, and she mumbled something in her sleep. He took a good look. Her skirt was pulled up around her hips, showing her bare ass. Scogbert could see the delectable mounds crushed together and the thin line of curly pubic hair that traveled along the edges of her plump labia. He smiled at his own good fortune and protectively pulled the tail of her skirt back over her exposed buttocks.
Kitten awoke with a start as he tugged at her clothing.
He grinned. "Just covering it up so I can keep my mind on the road," he said.
Kitten rubbed her eyes, surprised to see the dawn. "How far have we come?"
"Not far enough," Scogbert said. He still had the radio on. "That damn thing's useless. Ain't heard a thing so far."
"Maybe Hardy doesn't care if we leave the country," Kitten suggested hopefully. "Since he's the one who killed Abel Janson, it would be to his benefit to get the innocent suspect as far away as possible."
"Maybe so," Scogbert agreed. It appeared to Kitten that his face had lost all of its coloring overnight. His jaws were set and grim. His hands gripped the wheel tightly and he showed new signs of nervousness.
"You're not telling me everything," Kitten said.
"I don't guess so," he said.
"Well?" she insisted.
"Hardy can afford to let you get away, but he can't afford to do the same for me," Scogbert said. "You see, I was lying to you back there in the basement. I hadn't quite decided to make a run of it. Aw, hell. I might as well tell you the truth. I know what Janson had on Hardy. Knew it all along."
"And you kept it from me?" Kitten exclaimed. "You were going to let Hardy railroad me!"
"You didn't mean nothing to me then," Scogbert said feebly. "I didn't know I was going to fall for you."
"Why was Hardy afraid of Janson?" Kitten asked.
Scogbert emptied his lungs in a great gush of stale air. "Hardy raped a girl in Alabama about fifteen years ago. Killed her afterwards. They caught him, but he broke jail the next night. He kicked his way around the country for a while, doing odd jobs. Then he came here and ended up on the police force. He was sharp and he moved up real fast. Past me and a lot of other guys who were here before him."
"How did you find out about this?" Kitten asked. "The rape, I mean?"
"Just by chance," Scogbert said. "Some months ago, before you ever got tied up with Janson. I was in a three-handed poker game with Janson and Hardy one night. Both of 'em got more interested in the liquor than the cards. I was losing and I stayed cold sober. They got so drunk that they started spilling a lot of things they should've kept quiet. Personal stuff. That's when Hardy let it out about the girl he'd raped.
"Later, when he was stone-sober, he realized what he'd done. From that time on, he started looking for ways to kill Janson. You came along and you fitted into his plans perfectly. He just had to wait until you'd lived with Janson awhile. Had to make it look good."
"But why didn't he kill you, too?" Kitten asked.
"He needed me to help frame you," Scogbert said. "Besides, he didn't have to worry about me squawking. He'd caught me taking a coupla payoffs and was holding that over my head. I didn't mind losing my badge, but I sure hated to lose the wad of dough I was making on the payoffs."
"It doesn't make sense," Kitten said. "By running you're putting yourself in danger."
"That's right," Scogbert said gravely. "Hardy will be out to get my ass now. He has to." A soulful expression filled his eyes. "Hell, I may be nuts, Kitten, but I knew I couldn't live without you."
"One woman can't be that important to you," Kitten said soberly.
"I tried to tell myself that," Scogbert admitted. "I know I'm being a fool. But I just couldn't stand by and watch you go to the gas chamber."
"Maybe they wouldn't have executed me," Kitten said. "That state hasn't killed a person in ten years."
"You gotta remember that Abel Janson wasn't just a two-bit politician," Scogbert said. "He was big stuff. The wheels from the state capital always came to see him before election time. He had power. You don't kill a man like that and get away with it."
"Hardy did."
"Yeah, but his ass is mud if they catch him. That's why he's got to get you and me." A large motel came into view. "We gotta stop for a while," Scogbert said. "Hide in the daytime and do our traveling at night." But he whizzed on by the motel.
"Why didn't you stop?" Kitten asked.
"Not there," Scogbert said. "Them big, imagine places are too snoopy when you try checking in during the morning. We'll find some little dump, a hot pillow place where they're used to couples coming in at all hours to knock off a piece."
Kitten blushed.
Scogbert laughed for the first time since they'd left town. "Hell," he said, squeezing her leg. "Don't worry. After that fling we had in the basement, all I want to do is sleep. You drained me."
Scogbert found the place he wanted. It was a sprawling, outmoded, almost deserted affair. Years ago it had been on the main thoroughfare, but a superhighway had cut through several miles away. It had become a habitat for a few young couples looking for a place to spend their passion.
The aging clerk took Scogbert's money, and nodded his head in understanding when the detective asked for a room in the far wing. "Yes sir," he said, handing Scogbert the key. "Have a good day, sir." He shook his head and chuckled to himself as the two departed. Some guys were always taking on more than they could handle. The hot young chick would whip the pot-bellied slob to death.
Kitten was exhausted, and she was glad that sex was not on Scogbert's mind when they entered the motel room. She pulled the blinds to darken the room, then lay down across the bed. Scogbert lay down beside her, his gun still in its holster.
"You going to take your clothes off?" he asked.
"Not now."
"I guess it's a good idea not to," he agreed. "We may have to move out of here real fast."
Kitten closed her eyes. When she awoke, it was late evening. The blinds were still pulled and a light burned in the room. She saw that the spot behind her was empty, and for a moment she was afraid that Scogbert had changed his mind and left her behind.
She looked relieved when he came in the door. "You slept like you were dead," he said. "I've been up a coupla hours. Been outside trying to pick something up on the radio."
"Anything?" she asked.
"A few high-speed chases, a stolen car, a coupla drunks causing trouble at a gas station," Scogbert said. "Nothing about us. It's like we vanished off the face of the earth and nobody don't care."
"That sounds good," Kitten said.
"Not to me," Scogbert disagreed. "I don't like it."
"Anything on Roger?"
Scogbert frowned. "Still got him on your mind?"
"You can't just forget a person so easily."
"Well, you can forget him," Scogbert assured her. "He's a thousand miles away from here."
Kitten sighed. "I still can't believe he just up and ran away."
"Maybe he got to thinking," Scogbert said.
"About what?"
"About a lot of things," Scogbert said. "Me and Janson and Hardy, for instance. Maybe he didn't want a woman who's slept around as much as you. Then, too, maybe he got to thinking about the nigger blood you got."
Kitten felt a flash of anger at Scogbert's words, but she kept her emotions concealed. "He didn't care about that."
Scogbert grinned. "Maybe his body and his mind didn't see eye to eye."
Kitten's face burned at the remark. She knew what Scogbert meant. "He didn't want me just for sex."
"Shit," Scogbert said. "You know that's all he was interested in."
"He only slept with me one time!" Kitten said, lashing out at Scogbert as her temper flared.
"Then I guess he didn't like your pussy."
Kitten's dark eyes smoldered. "You keep digging at me," she said. "Have you had a change of heart, too?"
"Maybe." Scogbert didn't look at her. "Oh, it ain't what you think. I'm all confused. One minute I think I can't live without you. That's my pecker doing the thinking. The next minute I think I'm a damned fool to risk my neck for a piece of ass."
"Nobody's forcing you," Kitten said. "There's the door. Walk out."
"If I do, I got to leave your dead body behind," Scogbert said grimly. "I've already told you too much."
"Then do that," Kitten told him, obviously unafraid of his threat. She still felt that her body held complete power over him.
"Can't," Scogbert said. "That's my pecker doing the thinking again." He flung up his hands. "Hell. Let's stop arguing. You ain't eaten. I'll go get a coupla sandwiches out of the automat they got in the office."
When Scogbert returned. Kitten ate in silence, sipping occasionally at the bitter coffee he had brought with the cold sandwiches. Scogbert kept going out to the car to listen to the radio every few minutes. He was getting more jumpy. She was glad to see the sun setting and anxious to be on her way.
Scogbert left again to check on the radio, and Kitten went into the bathroom. It wasn't much, but it was far better than the thrown-up job in Shuey's basement room. And there was a clean towel on the rack and a large cake of soap on the basin. She filled the tub with water and stepped in.
When Scogbert returned, she was still bathing. He walked into the bathroom without knocking, took out his penis and urinated. The action angered and embarrassed Kitten. "A girl needs a little privacy," she snapped.
Scogbert turned around, his penis still hanging out of his fly. "Honey, you done showed half the town your pretty ass, and I've seen it real close-up. Remember?"
"All right," Kitten said. "Forget it. I just thought.. . "
Scogbert let his eyes rove up and down her body. His flabby organ began to strengthen. "I get a hard-on ever time I see you naked," he said.
"Now you got me confused again. I don't know whether to knock off a little piece right now or wait awhile."
"Oh, shut up!" Kitten stood up and let the water drip off her body.
Scogbert eyed the soap suds that still clung to her pubic hair. "You got no right to talk to me like that," he said.
"Just hand me the towel," she ordered. She took it from him and wrapped it around her hips and belly.
Scogbert yanked it away while she still tried to cling to it. "Let me look," he growled. "You didn't mind letting that big buck nigger see everything you had. Come to think about it, I'll bet you were lying. I'll bet he fucked hell outta you!"
"He did!" Kitten yelled. "And it was good. Better than anything you've ever given me!"
Scogbert's face went pale and his jowls trembled. "Mighta known a black gal would prefer her own kind. You little slut. You've done all this screwing around with white men just to feather your nest. Always got something in return for it. But you give it away to people like Shuey."
Kitten bounced out of the bathroom with the detective still screaming at her. He swung her around and her breasts shook on her chest. She was completely naked, but Scogbert appeared the more obscene of the two. He was still fully dressed, but his half-erect penis protruded from his fly, and he made no effort to put it back into his pants.
"I guess you sucked his cock, too," Scogbert said. "Like you did Hardy's."
"No!" Kitten protested. "I didn't."
"But you did suck Hardy's," Scogbert accused. 'He told me. He said he'd never felt nothing like it before in his whole life. Your mouth all warm and wet, just nibbling softly at his cockhead like a hungry fish."
"Well, I didn't!" Kitten pulled away from him. "Let's stop this foolishness and be on our way."
Scogbert's penis was becoming more swollen. He grabbed her wrist again. "Not just yet," he said. "It's about time you give me another reward for helping you." He eyed his penis, then looked at Kitten's full, quivering mouth, mentally putting the two together.
"I know what you're thinking," she said. "Well, the answer is no. I don't need you that badly."
"You got nobody else, Kitten," Scogbert reminded her. "You got things all screwed up. I ain't your slave. You're mine."
"Roger might come back."
"Dream."
Kitten was thoughtful. She dreaded the idea of giving in to Scogbert's vulgar demands. Just the thought of having to remain with him forever was sheer torture. He'd always be using her body for his own satisfaction, always be demanding the little perversities that delighted him most. She was seeing him in an entirely new light. From the very first, he'd deceived her with his kindness, but his motives had been entirely selfish. He was probably lying about Hardy's crime, and about Roger . . .
Scogbert taunted her. "Roger's probably shacked up with some little white broad in Alabama . . . "
"Alabama." Something came together in Kitten's head. "Roger was heading for Alabama."
Scogbert's eyes narrowed. "You flipped your lid?"
"No," Kitten said. She backed away from Scogbert although he still held her wrist. "I'm coming to my senses."
Scogbert jerked her back to him.
She pulled away again. "Roger was headed for Alabama, and you said that Hardy raped and killed the girl in Alabama. That means that Roger knows something. He isn't running. He's trying to help me!"
"That's just your crazy imagination," Scogbert growled. "Now, come on to bed with me."
"No," Kitten said. "I won't. I won't do anything with you. Not ever again."
Scogbert didn't appear angry. He simply took his .38 out of its holster and pointed it between Kitten's breasts. "The last thing you need is a hole between them two pretty tits," he said. "But I'll sure put it there if you fight me."
"You were lying!" Kitten cried. "You made all of it up!"
"Not all of it," Scogbert said. "Everything I said about Janson and Hardy was true. And your boy friend was heading for Alabama the last I heard. As for me, I just got a bad case of the hots for you. Just can't seem to get you out of my system." He snickered. "Maybe, after you suck my cock, I can forget you." He forced Kitten to her knees by applying pressure to her wrist. "Go to it, baby."
"I won't," she said, wincing. "You will, if you don't want to die," he said, pushing his penis a bit closer to her lips. "You'll kill me, anyway."
"Yeah, I guess," Scogbert said heartlessly. "I ain't really got much choice. But dying a little later is better than dying right this second." He laughed loudly. "And you'll be enjoying it, too. The longer you make it last, the longer it'll be before the lights go out for you."
With death staring her in the face, Kitten lost her reluctance. Every decent part of her life was already behind her. One more sin would not increase the price she'd have to pay for her indiscretions. And, as long as she could remain alive, hope also remained.
The gun was pointed at her forehead. She pushed out the tip of her pink tongue and touched Scogbert's throbbing glans. He shuddered and pulled the .38 away.
"Ah," he said.
Kitten sheathed his hot knob with her tongue, despising the taste of his flesh.
"Ah . . . ahhh," Scogbert said.
He rammed his penis at her and she backed away, barely keeping contact with .his penis. Her life was in the balance. She did not want to displease him, but she had to prolong the perverse act as long as possible. Her lips nibbled at his glans, then went to less sensitive flesh, traveling along his thick shaft toward his fly. She waited, counting the seconds, postponing the time when he would ejaculate.
"Hurry, you bitch," Scogbert groaned impatiently.
She put one hand inside his pants and let her fingers travel around his testicles. Then she pulled out the mass of hot, pulpy flesh and touched the side of each ball with her tongue.
"Hot damn!" Scogbert exclaimed. He threw the .38 toward the bed, then reached down to take a tit in each hand. He tugged so hard at the globes that Kitten blinked away tears of pain. Her mouth went back to his knob. She rotated it over and under his glans, grasping his shaft with both hands so that Scogbert would not shove his entire cock down her throat.
She began to get a strange feeling. While she had been busy hating the detective, her own hidden lusts had crept in through the back door of her mind. Her mound was itchy and her slit was suddenly moist with fluids. She took fully an inch of Scogbert's prick in her mouth, her lips circling the shaft beyond the glans. Her jaws worked like gentle bellows.
"Suck it, you black bitch," Scogbert whined. "My God!"
Kitten became voracious as she drew more and more of his organ into her mouth. Her pussy was becoming more wet as the hot fluids continued to trickle down her vagina. She kept listening for the tom-toms, but no sound came. It didn't matter. She was still a sex-crazed cat. She had been born with the instinct and it had come to life when she had met Abel Janson. It had awakened slowly, then had suddenly flared into full life as she had progressed through Scogbert, Roger, Hardy, and Shuey. Shuey. He was the one who had really made her appreciate sex. He'd made her use it for all it was worth. He'd made her derive every possible bit of stimulation from it.
"Mmmmm . . . mmfff . . . mmmfff." Her mouth worked feverishly. She could sense the awful lust moving through her body. She was about to come. She thrilled at the thought that perhaps Scogbert would squeeze the trigger on the .38 just as she came and he ejaculated. What a way to die! But the gun was on the bed, and . . . "Glahhh!"
Scogbert forced most of his cock into her mouth and his fingers pulled unmercifully at her tits, jerking the nipples with such force that they threatened to pop like grapes. Kitten was unaware of any discomfort. She only knew that the tingling sensations between her legs and in her belly were becoming more powerful. She wished that Scogbert would cram his entire cock down her throat and come in a choking stream that would leave her gasping.
Scogbert released her breasts and put his hands to the back of her head. He held her in place while he began a fucking action between her lips. His knob banged against the back of her throat. Kitten excitedly pushed her mouth forward. Her lips tried to envelop all of his penis as they reached for the base of his thick shaft.
"Ummm!" Scogbert groaned and ejaculated unexpectedly. Kitten absorbed his semen like a pro, showing not the slightest distaste as she swallowed jet after jet in quick succession. And then, as Scogbert withdrew, she still waited for her own orgasm to take place.
"Please . . . " she said. "Don't do this to me again!"
Scogbert turned and walked toward the bed, his penis still dangling from his pants. His knob was still shiny with Kitten's saliva, and a bit of come bubbled at the mouth of his glans. He reached for his gun, and Kitten crawled forward, throwing both arms around his legs.
"Please," she said. Her face held a tortured expression. She knew that she was going to die, but desire still surged through her condemned body.
To die was enough. To die unfulfilled would be horrible.
Scogbert grinned down at his fallen penis. "With that thing? Don't be absurd. You're just trying to postpone getting your pretty head blown off." He put a hand against her upraised face. "Stop whining. It'll all be over in a minute. I think I got you out of my system now."
"I can make you happy," Kitten whined. "I'll do anything you want me to do. I'll forget Roger. We can . . . "
"Forget it," Scogbert said coldly.
"Oh, my God!" Kitten cried, holding his legs more tightly. Her tits flopped wildly as he struggled forward, dragging her body with him.
Kitten knew that she was seconds away from dying, but a shattering sound interrupted the morbid thought. Her eyes went toward the door as it was kicked open.
"Damn you!" Scogbert screamed in fright. "Let me go!"
Kitten held on. With his legs hampered by Kitten's clutching hands, Scogbert made a wild dive for the gun on the bed. His fingers missed it by inches, and he was still trying to struggle forward when Hardy raised his own .38 and shot him in the head.
-ll-
Hardy closed the door behind him, checked to see that his bullet had done its job, then rolled Scogbert's body from the bed onto the floor. "You fat bastard," he hissed.
Kitten jumped to her feet, then tried to retrieve some of her clothing. She held it against her breasts, then slowly let it drop from her hands. There was no purpose in hiding her body and even less a chance of running away. Hardy's presence drove the fear that Scogbert had created deeper into her heart. Trembling, she looked down at Scogbert's prostrate form.
"You didn't have to kill him," she whispered.
"Afraid I did," Hardy said. "Just like I'm going to have to kill you." He grinned. "The set-up is too perfect to let go by," he said. "You were running and Scogbert came after you. You shot him. but he managed to get you before he died. I even brought along a spare gun to use as a prop. Just like the one you killed Abel Janson with."
"You killed Janson," Kitten said uselessly.
"Yeah, I killed the bastard," Hardy said. "You know something? There's only one thing I regret. I didn't get to see the expression on Janson's face when he died. Can you imagine how he felt? His cock buried in your hot little snatch, and the back of his head coming off at the same time?"
"It was horrible!"
"I had it all planned so perfectly," Hardy said. "But Whetmire showed up and threw a rock in the machinery. I thought I was going nuts when I got to your apartment and didn't find the body. And the rug being gone from the floor really made me blow my cool."
"You're not getting away with it," Kitten blurted. "Roger's gone to Alabama. He's going to verify that you raped and killed a girl.. . "
"I don't like to be reminded of that," Hardy said. He scratched the bridge of his nose where it had been broken. "My beak hurts every time I think about it. The girl broke it while I was trying to take her. Took a jack handle from under the seat and laid me a good one. But that didn't stop me. I fucked her while I was strangling on my own blood. Just eased my big prick in her tight little hole and tore her cherry away. Then I forced it into her inch by inch until my balls were crushed against her warm, quivering ass. She hollered like she was dying every time I thrust it into her belly.
"I fucked and fucked. Must've come three times and still had an erection. My cock felt like it was as big as a telephone pole. But that silly girl, she didn't come at all. Didn't even try to. Kept fighting it, trying to save her honor after it was gone."
"And then you killed her," Kitten said.
"Didn't want to," Hardy said. "But she kept crying and saying she was going to tell. I killed her and hid her body along with the jack handle. Had it all planned. Wrecked the car to account for me having a broken nose. Would've gotten away with it, too, but I overlooked one small detail. The law found the girl's panties in my car. They started snooping and came up with the body and jack handle."
"Now you're going to repeat the whole thing again."
Hardy nodded. "Got to. Only it won't be as brutal this time. Just one shot from a thirty-eight. And I don't think I'll have to rape you. You got a bad case of falling over to every man who comes along since Janson died."
"How can you think of sex with a woman when you're going to kill her?" Kitten asked.
"I get a kick out of knowing I'll be the last man to ever screw you."
It seemed like a re-run to Kitten. First Scogbert, with a gun to her head, forcing her to submit to him. And now Hardy, with an almost identical weapon, doing the same thing.
"What if I refuse?" she asked.
"You won't," Hardy said. "You'll try to postpone dying, just like you did with Scogbert. You really crawled for him. You still got his come all over your chin."
Kitten expected Hardy to attack her immediately, but he calmly sat on the edge of the bed and removed his shoes and socks. "We got plenty of time," he said, and I want to make this last toss in the hay with you a good one. The desk clerk won't cause any trouble. I flashed my badge and told him I was expecting to run into difficulty. He's to stay away until I give the all clear sign."
"You can't explain Roger away," Kitten said. "He'll return with enough evidence to hang you."
Hardy chuckled. "Oh, I forgot to tell you about Roger. An Alabama trooper picked him up last night. I'll be sending a man down to get him tomorrow. Roger can flap his jaw all he wants to. They won't pay much attention to a man who's a fugitive himself."
Hardy stood up when he had finished undressing. He'd put both his gun and Scogbert's within easy reach on the nightstand beside the bed. His penis was fully erect, a large, throbbing rod of hard flesh that Kitten was paying little attention to. She had been stunned by the revelation that Roger was in custody. It wouldn't have mattered if Hardy had threatened her with a twelve inch penis.
Kitten tried to pull her thoughts out of the futility that engulfed her. She'd had the crazy notion that Roger might come bursting into the room to save her at any moment. That hope was gone, but she still clung to a thin thread-her sex.
She had used her single asset time and time again for her own benefit, and she was never more called upon to perform than at the very moment. Even with Scogbert, she'd never felt that he would actually pull the trigger. He was too enthralled by the pleasure her body gave him. But Hardy was of another breed. He could take every delight her flesh offered him, then blast the life out of her with a smile on his cruel lips.
Hardy motioned to the bed. "There's the easy way," he said. "Just lay down and spread your legs. Don't think about what's going to happen afterwards." He saw the hesitation in Kitten's face. "I intend to take it any way that's necessary," he said bluntly. "Standing, crawling, climbing the walls. You name it." He laughed. "Like the old joke-fuck like it's your last piece on earth, because it is."
Kitten moved toward the bed. Her mind was working rapidly, trying to conceive every means of keeping Hardy stimulated while preventing the final spending of his lust between her thighs. She hoped that she could rise to the occasion. The short, futile bout with the dead Scogbert had left her more than slightly aroused, and desire still clung tenaciously between the moist lips of her cunt. She could feel the slight contractions deep in her vagina as she lay down on the bed.
"I'm ready," she said flatly.
Hardy sat down on the bed and fingered her moist pussy. "Wet as hell," he said. "Did Scogbert screw you?"
"No, he didn't," Kitten answered, only too willing to discuss any subject in order to lengthen her time on earth.
"All the more reason I have to," Hardy said seriously, poking a finger deeper into her passageway. "You've got to have a bellyful of come when they find your body. It'll make it appear that Scogbert raped you before you killed him."
Hardy was obsessed with fingering her hole and Kitten gladly let him have his fun. She whimpered and jerked her ass about as he pressed against her clitoris and continued the frigging of her parts. Her vagina made a wet, sucking sound against his finger, and Hardy was amused. "You got the hottest little box I've ever seen on a woman. If that girl in Alabama had responded like you, she'd still be living."
"I . . . oh . . . I . . . " Kitten's thoughts were getting all mixed up again. Her cunt was glowing all the way to her uterus. She wished that Hardy would throw his body between her legs and busy his big penis to the hilt in her belly. It was a funny thing with her; she'd discovered that she couldn't hate or fear any man when the heat in her genitals reached the boiling point. And she was becoming more excited than usual tonight. Perhaps the fear of impending death made her fluids flow stronger and honed her emotions to a keen edge.
She sat up and was surprised at herself when she kissed Hardy. Her tongue played along the edges of his lips, then she leaned back and stared into his lust-filled face. "If you let me live, I'll make it good for you," she promised. "Really good."
"I'm not making any promises," Hardy said. "But it won't hurt your chances none to really lay it on me."
Kitten urged him to lie down. She kissed his hairy chest and followed by running her tongue wetly along his belly. All the while she fingered his large testicles and ran her fingernails teasingly across his hard buttocks. Hardy groaned with delight. His cock was as hard as steel and the crimson knob glowed with surging blood. Suddenly, he sat up, threw Kitten on her back and rolled between her legs.
Her slit quivered as Hardy's stiff penis moved toward it. "Unnhh!" She moaned deliriously as Hardy thrust his cock at the thin red line, plowed through her folds, and sank his stalk in her vagina.
Kitten hadn't expected him to react so quickly. She'd hoped to tease him, hoped to excite him for an hour or more before the final sex act took place. Now that his organ was buried inside her genitals, she was helpless. There was very little she could do to postpone Hardy's orgasm. She tried to lay very still, but even this proved impossible. She was responding in spite of herself.
"Ahh. God!" she sobbed.
Hardy fucked her with long, deep strokes. His searing, bloated knob reached her cervix with each and every thrust. Her fluids gathered thickly on his pounding stalk and the lips of her cunt clung wetly but tightly to his shaft.
"Ummm." Kitten forgot about dying. Her thoughts were between her legs again. She lifted her ass, taking Hardy's weight with her. Her cunt bucked and gnawed at his penis like the mouth of a hairy, ravenous animal.
Kitten whimpered softly, her eyes deep pools of unrestrained female lust. The arousal she had experienced with Scogbert was taking its toll. She was coming to an orgasm too quickly with Hardy. "I . . . oh, fuck," she cried. "I'm coming!"
Her labia gripped his penis in a powerful embrace and her vagina ran along his shaft in hot wet waves of crawling flesh. Her womb contracted and she came in a gush of fluids that bathed her thighs.
Hardy grunted, his ass churning more rapidly as he automatically tried to meet her climax. He failed miserably in this respect, but his thick, pleasing rod brought new excitement to Kitten before the old died away. Obsessed with the thoughts of death and sex, she began to meet his movements with counter-thrusts. Hungrily, she sought a second and perhaps last orgasm. Hardy blunted the idea with a groan of misery and ecstasy. He forced his balls into the wet crevice of her ass and rotated his swollen glans against the mouth of her uterus.
Kitten murmured something obscene at him as she felt the hot jets of semen spilling into her pussy.
Hardy dragged himself from between her quivering thighs, and the finish was all too quick for Kitten. She pleaded with him, arms outstretched. "Oh, do it again, Hardy. Fuck me again!"
Hardy reached for one of the guns. "You really don't want it," he said.
"I do," she cried. "I . . . I love it!"
Hardy laughed. "You'd fuck for a week if it'd keep you alive. Sorry, honey. Hardy's had all your black ass that he cares for."
Fear stabbed at Kitten like a pointed dagger. The warm, wet tingling sensations between her legs meant nothing. Her cunt was but another useless part of her anatomy. It had lost its purpose. Her labia seemed to shrivel against her clitoris. Her hole drew tightly closed. She had put up a good battle, but Death had proved the more powerful of the two forces.
Hardy turned, the .38 clutched in his hand. His eyes ran admiringly over Kitten's wonderful body. "A shame," he said. His finger tightened on the trigger.
Kitten looked toward the door, screaming. And then the miracle happened. The door burst open. This time it was a friend.
-12-
Roger Whetmire stood in the doorway with two uniformed policemen behind him. Hardy whirled, his balls flopping against his legs like those of a charging bull. He brought the gun about, but Kitten leaped from the bed and grabbed his arm with both hands. Hardy cursed and the first shot went wild. The second never came. Roger jumped half the length of the room.
Hardy sprawled on the bed, still cursing. He struggled to his feet only to get a mouthful of knuckles. This time he hit the floor, rolled over, and came up spitting blood.
Roger grinned fiercely at him. "Like you said, Hardy, this ain't Viet Nam. But I don't need to be a hero to whip your sorry ass."
Hardy's eyes flicked around the room like those of a trapped animal. He'd lost the gun he had meant to use on Kitten, but the other still lay on the nightstand. He made a try for it, but never reached it. He let out a yowl of pain as Roger's knee crashed into his naked ribs.
Hardy went to the floor again, clutching at his left side with both hands. The two troopers pulled him to his feet, and did not even bother to let him dress. They threw a blanket around his shoulders and dragged him to the waiting patrol car.
Alone with Kitten, Roger hardly noticed Scogbert's body. It was almost as if he had expected it to be there. "Saved me the trouble of killing him," he said.
Kitten wanted to throw herself into his arms but did not. "Hardy said they had you in custody," she said.
Roger grinned. "Picked me up in Alabama, just a few miles outside Hardy's old hometown," he said. "Trouble was, Hardy only got part of the information. The trooper who stopped me was an old buddy. I served with him in Viet Nam, but I hadn't seen him since we'd left the army. I explained the situation and showed him the documents I'd obtained from the local D.A. before leaving here. The rest was quick and easy.
"A check of the old records down there proved that our Hardy was Hardy, the rapist of fifteen years ago. I'd hoped to get extradition procedures started and perhaps bring to light that he was the one who killed Abel Janson. However, now that he's killed Scogbert in cold blood, I don't think that will be necessary. You'll end up a free woman, Kitten."
Kitten lowered her eyes and stared at her toes. She didn't try to hide the fact that her thighs were bathed with come. Her eyes began to sting and tears came unashamedly. "A free woman?" she cried. "What's the purpose? I'm no good, Roger. I never was!"
"Hey, wait a minute," Roger said, pulling her to him. "I thought we'd thrashed all that out before. I don't give a damn what you've done. Most of it was forced upon you."
Kitten trembled against him and the heat of her breasts pushed through his shirt. Roger knew about Abel Janson, and all the rest-and he'd forgiven her that. He knew nothing about Shuey, and wasn't even pushing her about what had happened that very night.
Roger sensed her discomfort. "Hardy and Scogbert, did they . . . "
She still didn't look at him. "Do you really want to know?"
"No," he said.
Kitten didn't like deceiving him, but that was the way it had to be if she was ever to regain the thing that she and Roger had lost. In spite of the fact that she was sometimes obsessed by her hot sex and that of the men who shared it, she still loved Roger most of all. Come to think of it, sex really wasn't that important.
Even as the latter thought passed through her mind, she eased her pubic mound toward Roger's groin. She felt his erection forming and his hands crept across her bare buttocks. A warm glow centered at the mouth of her vagina. Roger's penis stiffened and he kissed her hungrily. Kitten smiled to herself. Well, maybe sex was that important after all.
