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From: legba@ix.netcom.com (maluka bizee )
Subject: White Woman's Fear (MMMMMF Black/white RAPE)
Date: 26 Oct 1995 04:26:02 GMT

			  White Woman's Fear

	"Ride, baby?" A coarse voice suddenly broke through the
darkness. Susan jerked around to suddenly find herself staring into
the shadowed face of a Negro, speaking to her from the open window of
a car. The head-lights were out, and it had coasted to a silent halt
next to her. That was why, in her deep concentration, she had not
heard it approaching.

	"You look lonely, baby, all by yourself out here in the
woods," the voice said in a sinister tone.

	It was then that she noticed in sudden panic that she had
walked beyond the park and was approaching the outskirts of town. The
houses were few and far between, and she was walking now by a large
vacant lot with the nearest house almost half a block away. Even then,
the lights were all out around her and there was no one she could turn
to. She mustered her courage, and continued walking in spite of the
violent tremors that were beginning to run through her body. Perhaps
if, she could just reach the next house, she would have a chance to
awaken someone if she had to scream.

	She heard the shift of gears as the car pulled up alongside of
her again. It was then that she saw the others out of the corner of
her eye. There seemed to be four of them with two in the front seat
and two in the back seat. She quickened her pace slightly, trying not
to go too fast, for fear of showing her fright. She knew the moment
she did this they would lose any hesitation they had about molesting
her. It seemed to he something innate in human nature that made those
with the slightest advantage over another to put it to full use. She
new this only too well with the actions of her own mother to her since
her father's death.

	"I think she's a stuck-up little bitch, Duke," a face now
hanging from the back window said. "She's not even answer'n ya."

	"We just ain't offered her nuthin' yet, boy. What d'ya think
she's worth."

	"How kin we tell, you idiot, we cain't even see 'er. Give us
some light." Susan's heart was pounding almost through her chest as
she saw the beam from a flashlight pierce through the darkness, and
play upon her body. She involuntarily moved faster as she sensed with
horror the tiny bright spot playing across her breasts for a moment,
and then down to her soft, well-rounded buttocks. She was really
frightened now and knew they meant business.

	"Look at that cute li'l ass, Duke. How'd ya like to get yore
hands on that."

	"Man, that'd be like squeezin' silk. I'll put in four bits for
my share." "Me too," chimed several times through the car, the voices
mixed with lewd giggles of enjoyment at the torment of the defenseless
girl on the lonely, dark street.

	"Honey, that's two dollahs you can make yo'self in about fo'
hours. One hour a piece. Whaddya say?"

	There were further chuckles and louder laughter from the car
as it moved slowly along side her, keeping just abreast of her pace.

	"We might jist take it otherwise, honey," came a threat from
the front seat. "Now you wouldn't want us to do nuthin' like that,
would'dya?"

	"It's only one fuck a piece if you come with us nice like,
baby, we promise," the one called Duke chimed in. "But if you don't,
we jist might take all we want."

	That was the end.

	Susan could stand the horrible insults no longer, and suddenly
from sheer panic, broke into a desperate run. She pulled her skirt up
to her thighs and ran as fast as she could toward the darkened house
that was still over a quarter of a block away. Her high heels impeded
her speed and she tried to kick them off as she ran, but could not
without losing her stride.

	"Get'r, she's runnin." she heard the Negroes shouting from
the car and then the opening and slamming of the car doors behind her.

	"Don't lose that little piece o' tail," a voice rang through
the night and mixed with the pounding of shoes on the pavement behind
her. "God darn, she's a fast lil' bitch, look at 'er go."

	"Y-y-yeah, and man look at those y-y-yams," she heard a
puffing voice behind her say. It was close, so close she could almost
feel a breath down her neck. She strained, trying to run faster,
trying to escape the coarse, horrible blacks chasing after her. There
was not a single doubt in her mind of what was going to happen to her
if she were caught, and the thought made her move faster. Her breath
was coming in small gasps now and her legs felt as though her muscles
would snap from the awful pressure of the distance she had run. She
kept her eyes straight ahead and looked pleadingly to the darkened
house, now only a stone's throw away.

	She was almost there.

	A hand reached out from behind her and grasped once at her
hair flowing in the night breeze behind her.

	He missed!

	She felt the softness of the lawn of the house under her feet
and screamed with all her strength as she felt her heel dig into the
soft ground and her legs twist from beneath her. Her two black
pursuers dove, and landed in a heap on top of her prostrate body,
crushing the wind from her lungs.

	She screamed again.

	"Bring the goldarn car over, we got her," she heard a shout
above her. A porch light snapped on from the house.

	Oh thank God, thank God, flickered through her mind.

	"Help me! Please help me!" She screamed at the of her voice
until a harsh rough calloused hand clamped down over her lips.

	The car screeched to a halt a few feet away at the curb and
the door on the front porch opened.

	"Get 'er in, damn it, get 'er in." Someone was shouting.

	"Dear God, please, Oh please," she screamed at the middle-aged
man, whose face was peering stone-like through the opened door. He
seemed to stare directly into her wide, terror stricken eyes for a
long, long moment. His face was impassive and unchanged. And then,
even as she struggled with the last of her waning strength, she
watched in uncomprehending disbelief as the man, still expressionless,
slowly closed the door and switched the light off. A crazy vague
thought of the forty brave souls who allowed a girl to die on the
streets in New York flickered through her mind as she gave one last
stifled scream. Both of the negroes had her from behind now, and were
forcing her toward the car. One of them had his hand over her mouth,
and though she was still struggling with all her remaining strength,
they were moving her to the car with little difficulty.

	The back door was open wide, and one of them was in the back
seat. He grabbed Susan by the neck as they thrust her head first
through the open door and pulled her hard into the interior so that
she fell face down across his lap.

	The one called Duke leaped in on top of her, pulling the door
closed behind him. The other one jumped in the front seat by the
driver, and the car roared off with a squeal of tires. Susan's pale
blue eyes were wide with terror, and her mouth twisted with a
worthless scream that was choked silent by fear somewhere deep in her
throat.

	"Have ya got her, have ya got her," a hot, excited voice came
from the driver's seat.

	"Hell, yes, we got 'er. Get this son-a-bitch rolling good
'fore that ol' bastard gets brave and calls the cops."

	"Awright, awright," the driver answered, shifting it into
second and roaring off on the road headed out of town.

	"Don't let her yell till we get outta here."

	Susan felt a thick muscular arm circle around her, and another
harsh calloused hand press into her face and over her mouth until her
lips ached back against her tightly clenched teeth. She could feel the
negro's excited breathing as he pressed her closer to him to keep her
from screaming. A pungent animal smell of sweat came from his clothes,
and seemed to permeate the whole of her own gasping breath. The odor
was horrible.

	Tears of helpless frustration filled her eyes as suddenly the
lewd obscene picture of Richard's father's penis spearing mercilessly
into her mother's open and receptive vagina crossed her mind, and she
sobbed helplessly as the grim realization came that she too might soon
be filled with the cruel hard flesh of one of these horrible rapists
who had kidnapped her from the street.

	Oh God, she prayed silently through the pain of her helpless
position, don't let it happen like this, don't let it happen like
this.

	"Okay, you bastards, keep her down out'a sight. We gotta go
through this intersection up here."

	Duke pressed tighter down into her from his position and
stretched over the full length of her back. She was still groaning
softly but her body was limp as though the life had been crushed from
it.She no longer struggled, but moved her face slightly away from the
loins of the boy where it had been pressed. His hand clasped against
her face, following her every movement to insure that she would not
scream.

	Susan could feel Duke's loins pressed tightly into the curve
of her buttocks from behind where he lay over her back. His face was
pressed into her hair, and she winced slightly, in spite of the pain
throughout her body, from the stale odor of alcohol that he breathed
alongside her face. They obviously had been drinking a lot, and though
she hadn't really seen any of them outright, she was certain they
weren't from around here. They spoke in thick negro accents that
sounded like the Woodlawn District of Chicago, and must have driven
down just for something like this.

	Oh God, why did she have to be the one. Why did she have to
catch her mother in that horrible position with those two men. She
knew somehow the entire train of her life would change after tonight.

	Nothing-nothing would ever be the same.

	Behind her, the Negro Duke's breath was coming heavier. He had
lain still at first, recovering his wind from the struggle he had just
engaged in, but now his strength was returning, and Susan could feel
the whole of his body squirming down onto her with an impatience that
frightened her. She tried to move again, but could not. The pressure
of the boy's arm around her neck and face, and the weight of Duke on
her back held her pinned tightly to the seat.

	Her knees were hanging off the edge and she could feel him
sliding down her back until his hardening loins were pressed tightly
against the soft flesh of her buttocks. She moaned her protest into
the hand over her mouth as she felt his knee inserting between her
legs and them relentlessly and cruelly apart.

	She fought, but there was no stopping him.

	He had the leverage, and soon her inner thick muscles tired as
she felt them being pushed slightly open. His hardened penis, trapped
painfully under the tightness of his jeans pressed hard and intimately
into the upraised junction of the soft underside of her thighs.

	The car raced along the highway, leaving the sparse lights of
the suburbs behind it. There was click of the glove compartment
opening in the front seat, and a sound of glass scraping against
metal.

	"H-h-how about a d-d-drink fella's," a stuttering
thick sounding voice asked from the front seat.

	"God damn, Stitch, you get the best ideas sometimes," Duke
answered as he pulled his loins back slightly from Susan's upraised
buttocks. He kneeled up on the floor and reached over the back of the
front seat to take the bottle. A husky gurgling sound of deepthroated
swallows filled the car above the soft roar of the engine.

	"Whooeee! Damn that stuff burns," he roared after a moment.

	"Here take it, Shorty."

	The negro laughed drunkenly and lifting her head, reached over
and grabbed the bottle, coughing loudly after his last swallow. She
could feel droplets of the foul-smelling liquid falling to the back of
her neck as it dribbled from the corners of his mouth. The bottle was
then passed up to the driver, who they referred to as Coke. It made
several rounds among them as she trembled silently, too afraid to
speak.

	"Hey, what about the honky?" Duke suddenly laughed as he
passed the bottle to Shorty. "Give 'er a lil shot to warm 'er up."

	The negro laughed drunkenly and lifted her head from his lap
by the hair and thrust the mouth of the bottle to her lips. She
clenched them tightly shut in a vain attempt to ward off the terrible
tasting substance, but he pressed harder, forcing her mouth open. The
hot burning liquid sizzled down inside her and she coughed to keep
from choking, but with each cough there was a further pressure on the
bottle forcing more down the narrow confines of her throat. "Hot damn,
you better open another bottle," Shorty chortled as she swallowed
defensively so that she could breath. "She's a guzzler."

	At last, after a seeming eternity, he passed the bottle on to
Coke in the driver's seat, but with each further round she was forced
to drink her share. At first, it almost made her sick but with each
gradual bit forced down her, it began to deaden her feelings. She
found herself almost wishing it would be her turn again each time the
bottle left her mouth. Soon it began slowly, but perceptibly, to
deaden her sense of dread. A dread of what was almost certain to come.
Between his turns at the bottle, Duke let his hands play over the
smooth rounded contours of her buttocks behind her, and in spite of
the deadening effect of the alcohol, she still tried hopelessly to
squirm away.

	"Hold 'er Shorty, she's slippin, you bastard!"

	And Shorty's hand came down hard on the back of her head,
pressing it harder into his loins until the bottle came around their
way again. She could feel the car turning off the main road onto a
dirt one. It was rough and rocky, and with each bump they hit she
could feel the hardness of Duke behind her buttressing deeper into the
open unprotected crevice of her behind. She knew he could feel her
quivering beneath him, and had faint visions what his black leering
face must look like as he held her warm throbbing body in front of him
to do as he willed. The obscene helplessness of her position, coupled
with the warm dark liquid they had forced down her, caused a strange
crazy fluttering deep inside her stomach.

	It intensified with each time Duke moved his loins behind her
and the contact became more sharp. Her face ached slightly and her
throat was bone dry.

	"How much longer?" Duke breathed heavily, his hands cupping
the round firmness of her buttocks beneath the thin veneer of her now
torn and soiled party gown.

	"Bout two miles," Coke answered tensely from the driver's
seat. "But keep 'er down anyway, there's farmer's houses all along
this road, and they sleep light."

	"Don't worry none," Duke snorted gleefully, "She cain't make
no noise. I got 'er tight."

	"P-P-Pull 'er d-d-dress up, " Stitch slobbered drunkenly with
his head hanging over the seat. A weird unnatural glint shone in his
eyes as they roamed over the figure of the helpless kneeling girl in
the back seat.

	"I gotta fuck 'er now," Duke hissed with a coarse impatient
tone to his voice.

	"Not now, wait'll we git 'er to the cabin," Shorty objected.

	"Man, I jist cain't hold back, I gotta fuck 'er right now or
my lil ole' balls gonna explode." Duke intoned hoarsely as he felt the
softness of her behind grinding back into him in her fruitless efforts
of escape.

	"Hang on, Shorty," he muttered, "I'm gonna slip her dress up."

	"G-G-Go on, S-S-Shorty," Stitch stuttered excitedly. "F- F-Fuck
'er n- n now!"

	Susan, through the pale of forced drunkenness, squirmed hard
against the negro's binding hands, but the slow seductive movement of
her buttocks crushing hack into the hardness of his loins only
succeeded in sharpening his desire for her. She sobbed into the band
covering her mouth, and broke away from it with a jerk of her head.

	"Oh God, please don't! Don't do it to me!"

	Her piteous supplications were cut short again by Shorty's
rough hand clamping down hard over her mouth. Further muffled cries
were choked back deep down in her throat until only slight broken
grunts of anguish could be heard coming from her flaring nostrils.

	Duke reached down to her knees and jerked at the dress bunched
beneath her on the floor. There was a low tearing noise as it suddenly
ripped loose, fanning up the full length of her firm full thighs and
up over the rounded white panty-covered fullness of her buttocks. Duke
gasped and wriggled it over her hips to the narrow indentation of her
waist. All the while Shorty held tight around her neck, his eyes
bulging as each voluptuously smooth portion of her body came further
into view.

	"Pull 'er dress on up over her head," Duke coughed excitedly
at him, as his trembling hands caressed the lust-inciting nakedness of
her inner thighs. His nostrils flared in undisguised desire as his
fingers coursed over the smooth silky softness of flesh where they
joined her torso. He pinched her ass, momentarily delighting in the
further groans it brought from her lips as she screwed back against
him in pain.

	There was only a smooth narrow band of nylon lying between
them now, bunched tightly in the crevice of her buttocks, and even in
the dim interior light of the car, he could see silken tufts of her
soft blonde pubic hair protruding from beneath the tight elastic of
the legbands. The rounded globules of her behind stood brash and
exposed to the lust-crazed eyes of all but Coke, who still hung tensed
over the wheel as he maneuvered the car skillfully down the rough dirt
road towards the forest in the distance.

	Susan was half wild with fear now. Even the deadening effect
of the alcohol could not protect her mind from the horrible truth of
what was happening to her.

	She was going to be raped!

	Raped by a vicious gang of negroes who thought and acted like
animals and had little compassion or feeling towards her or any other
human being. Her buttocks quivered convulsively from the terrifying
thought of what her fate was surely to be in a few short minutes.

	There was nothing in the world that could save her now. Her
fate had been sealed the moment she saw the first stream of light from
under the door of her mother's bedroom tonight, and there was no way
to turn the time back now.

	Oh God, if only it hadn't happened the way it did. If only her
father hadn't died, if only Barney hadn't gone away. A thousand "ifs"
rumbled disconnectedly through her tortured mind when suddenly she was
jerked back to brutal reality by the touch of Duke's hands running up
the sides of her almost naked body. He rounded them over the luscious
flare of her hips for a moment, and then slid them slowly and harshly
down to the slimness of her waist above her panties. Her skin was
naked there, and she trembled as his breathing almost stopped behind
her. She felt as though his eyes were boring right through her body,
as the heat of his hands traced a path just behind their leering gaze.

	"Man, look at that, jist look at it." Duke's face was
contorted crazily as he spoke the words almost in a trance.

	Thin lines of spittle drooled from the idiot face of Stitch,
as he hung over the front seat, his eyes gleaming in vicious desire.

	Coke, behind the wheel, glanced over the seat and muttered
something under his breath, then tromped down harder on the gas,
shooting the car forward at a greater speed.

	Susan groaned as she felt a hardness from Shorty's crotch
rising under her cheek. He had followed Duke's instructions and pulled
the dress over her waist and up to her neck where it bunched in a
wrinkled ring of useless cloth. Now, in his excitement, he was roving
his hands over her back that was bare from the shoulders down. The
smooth velvet softness of her skin was broken only by the thin white
brassiere straps that laced across her back, and the flimsy panties
that stretched tightly over her buttocks. She could feel a small wet
circle of seminal fluid seeping through the crotch of his pants from
the hardness of his penis.

	It felt warm and sticky against her cheek, and as she tried to
move her head away, he pulled his hand from her back and pressed her
face tighter into his crotch until she almost lost her breath. He
locked her head in position with one hand, while the other continued
to rummage over her back, his fingers working clumsily at the clasp of
her brassiere. Suddenly, without prior warning, it snapped apart, and
her full young breasts, large and resilient, fell free.

	She gasped as he pulled the now useless piece of underwear
from around her body and the two mounds of soft resilient flesh came
into hard direct contact with the leather of the car seat. Her nipples
sprang into a defensive hardness, their tiny bud-like tips throbbing
from the sudden exposure to the coolness of the material. Shorty
wasted no time. As he gaped at Duke's hands coursing hungrily over the
rounded soft spheres of her buttocks, his own hand slipped around the
side of her body, following the deep red welt where the bra strap had
been.

	He cupped the full round ripeness of her right breast and
squeezed it momentarily, bringing a groan from Susan's lips. Still not
satisfied, he proceeded to pinch the small rubbery nipple between his
thumb and forefinger. He rolled it tightly between them with a lewd
grin on his face as he felt her face squirming with greater strength
now trying to dislodge itself from his crotch. He continued to knead
and pinch at her breasts with an ecstatic intensity until he was
harshly interrupted by a loud threatening rebuke from Duke.

	"You son-uf-a-bitch, stop it. I'm gonna fuck 'er," he almost
shouted, fire burning in his eyes.

	"I'm just feelin 'er. I got a right to that too," Shorty
replied defensively.

	"Not when I'm gettin ready to fuck 'er, you ain't."

	"Knock it off, you two. There's plenty for everybody when we
get to the shack." Coke pleaded from the driver's seat.

	"I ain't waitin" Duke announced, and glared at Shorty across
the length of Susan's helpless prostrate body. "Now you jist hold
'er."

	"Aw right, but I get 'er first when we get there," he relented
grudgingly, and pulled his hand from beneath her body.

	"C-C-Come on, D-D-Duke, f-f-fuck 'er quick," Stitch drooled.

	"Shut up, god damn it, alla ya. I'm wasten time."

	Duke's eyes gleamed with inflamed desire as his shaking hands
smoothed up the sides of her quivering body, and cupped the breasts
underneath. He pulled and squeezed at them harshly for a moment and
then with sudden impatience drew his hands down again to the elastic
band at the top of her panties. He hooked his fingers into the nylon
and with a slow methodical certainty, began to peel them down over the
curves of her hips.

	Susan jerked as she felt the last of her protective clothing
being removed from her almost nude body. She had lain almost dormant
from paralyzing fear all this time as they clawed and kneaded at her
helpless body, but she knew this was the point of no return, and if
she didn't resist with all her strength now there would he no hope.

	Even death, she thought bitterly, would be better than losing
her virginity to this horrible group of wild animals who had her at
their mercy. With this thought racing through her mind, she gave one
last final effort at escape and rolled from the seat to the floor of
the speeding car. Her sudden movement had caught both Shorty and Duke
by surprise, but they both reacted violently and quickly.

	"Pull 'er back up, pull 'er back up!" Duke shouted as they
struggled with her flailing arms and legs beneath them.

	The battle lasted only a minute as the greater strength of the
two negroes gradually won, and she was pulled brutally back to the
kneeling position on the seat, with her face again pressed tightly
into Shorty's loins. Her breasts ached as they were squashed bard and
heavy into the leather.

	"Now hold 'er, damn it," Duke commanded. "I'm really gonna
give it to the lil' bitch for that one."

	Susan, trembling in abject terror, heard the harsh metallic
sound of a zipper being opened in haste behind her, and then the warm
smooth pressure of his hardened cock pressing against the tender
backsides of her thighs. She could feel its stickiness where the wet
hot seminal fluid seeped from its large inflated head.

	With his hands on her hips, he pressured them up higher off
the seat then pressed his knees tight between hers, and in one swift
downward movement, peeled the white flimsy panties from the half moons
of her buttocks. When the silky material caught at the juncture of her
belly and thighs, he gave an impatient jerk, ripping them into useless
threads.

	He laughed and held the tattered remnants up in the air, and
then pushed them tight into the moronic Stitch's face hanging in
enraptured concentration over the back of the front seat.

	"Man, smell a little o that sweet stuff," Duke chortled at the
crazed idiotic gaze that flickered through the retarded negro's eyes.

	"Lemme feel 'er c-c-cunt," Stitch suddenly stuttered in a
deranged moronic squeak, and with-out warning thrust his hand down
over the back of the seat with a swiftness that caught Duke off guard.
The force of his unexpected movement pushed Duke back a little, giving
his hand complete access to the warm wet juncture of Susan's upraised
buttocks. She jerked forward with a desperate groan, pressing her face
tighter into Shorty's crotch, but there was no escape. The half-wit's
full extended hand clamped down tight against her, covering the whole
of the junction of her thighs and buttocks.

	She wriggled her behind in desperation, attempting with all
her strength to evade the wildly digging fingers that were thrusting
and probing at her unprotected vagina.

	Suddenly he found the wet smooth opening and rammed his middle
finger forward with a hard cruel thrust that burst into her with the
hot fiery pain of a thousand Roman candles.

	"Aaaaaggggghhhhh," she screamed wildly, as she felt it
skewering like a red hot poker into the smooth virginal flesh of her
cunt, breaking through the tight ring of her virginity and on into the
warm wet cavern beyond. Duke, shouting obscenities at the top of his
lungs, tried with all his strength to wrestle the cruel probing hand
away, but the strength of the lust-filled half-wit was that of ten
men. He ground his thick fat finger around and around without mercy
deep inside her painfully expanding channel, while the poor helpless
girl groaned and twisted in anguish before the depraved attack on her
unprotected genitals. She felt as though her vaginal passage was
ablaze and burning as she sensed through the dim consciousness of her
tortured brain, the slight giving and tearing of her flesh. The
flaccid symbol of virginity that she had protected for so long was
being ripped savagely away. Her body went limp from the sudden shock
and pain, and she would have fallen from the seat had it not been for
the restricting hands of Shorty on her shoulders, and the pressure of
the wildly flailing Duke behind her, who had both hands locked tightly
around Stitch's wrist forcing his finger slowly but surely from her
pained and stretched vaginal passage. Finally it was over.

	His thick stubby finger slipped with a wet sucking noise from
between the young fleshy folds of her cunt, and he grunted in pain as
Duke shoved him will all his strength back into the windshield of the
car. "Stop it, you idiots! Stop it!" Coke was shouting at the top of
his voice. "We're gonna wreck the goddamn car!"

	"I'm gonna kill that idiot bastard when we get to the cabin! I
swear it. By God, I swear it!" Duke screamed, his face livid with
rage.

	"I-I-I gotta r-r-right to some t-t-too," the half dazed Snitch
defended, as he rubbed his battered head.

	"You ain't gettin' nuthin, ya hear, nuthin' ya son-uf-a-hitch.
If ya ever lay anuther hand on 'er, I'll kill ya."

	Stitch cringed back in the seat before Duke's fiery verbal
attack.

	It was obvious he was the accepted leader of the group at that
moment The others seemed deathly afraid of his vicious temper. He
glared around the car and there was a still silence, broken only by
the piteous sobs of the helpless Susan, still kneeling before him in
helpless subjugation.

	Duke turned his eyes back down to the full moons of Susan's
gleaming white buttocks, protruding full and round in the dim light.
His lips curled tightly as his total concentration returned to the
voluptuous and waiting feast spread in servile anguish before him.

	"Now she's gonna git it like a high class lil' bitch should
git it from a real man," he hissed between clenched teeth, while his
cruelly gleaming eyes bored into the tantalizing crevice that
separated the full cheeks of her soft young behind.

	"Ohhhh no, please, please don't anymore," she pleaded through
her team of shame and humiliation. She could feel his hands begin
kneading nervously and stretching the open and unprotected twin mounds
of her buttocks. Her body jerked up as she felt his thumbs on either
side of them, spreading them wider and wider apart.

	"Oh God, no!"

	She sobbed out her weak and futile protest, as the cool air
from an open window rushed between them, and brought her back to semi
consciousness. A groan escaped from her lips, as again the full
realization of her position flickered through her mind.

	"Ohhh!"

	She jerked forward when Duke's middle finger thrust between
her thighs into the soft protective folds of the young flesh
surrounding her vagina! His fingers searched patiently for a moment,
and then found their velvety quarry. She cringed before his initial
touch, the soft resilient cheeks of her buttocks hardened and clenched
tight together, trapping his probing hand between them.

	"Hold 'er, Shorty, she's fightin' it," he gasped, twisting his
hand to pry her buttocks open again. "Man she's tight."

	"Maybe she ain't never been fucked before," Shorty cut in' his
voice dropping to an almost reverent whisper.

	"D'ya think she's a virgin?"

	"We ain't never gonna know now, with that half-wit's finger
plowin' into 'er like he did." Duke grunted as he pushed his arm
forward to break the death lock that her buttocks had on his hand.
"But she ain't had much, that's for sure."

	He gave one last hard push with his forearm, and Susan felt
the last of the desperate strength she had mustered in her terror-give
way.

	Her body shuddered and she moaned as his finger wormed its way
into the now wet and open passageway. She clenched her teeth tightly
in a vain attempt to drown out the hurt that slipped through the
remains of her shattered virginity and moved about in tiny growing
circles deeper and deeper inside her.

	She opened her mouth to scream but nothing came. Instead,
there was a helpless muffled groan of exhausted acceptance. Every
muscle in her twisted kneeling body had reached the ultimate breaking
point, and she could no longer find the strength to even protest
against the vile monstrous fondling of her secret parts that she had
worked so hard to save for Richard and their wedding night. All that
was gone with the frenzied attack she had been subjected to a few
moments before by the moronic sadist in the front seat. And now-now
there was nothing left but the final coup de grace to be administered
viciously-and without ceremony by the arrogant unknown negro behind
her whose face she had never even seen.

	She gasped and held her breath as she felt his fingers that
had enlarged and stretched the now lubricated walls of her vagina slip
wetly out with a moist sucking sound. He squirmed behind her, his hand
wrapped tightly around his lust-hardened cock, guiding it slowly and
deliberately between his fingers into the moist pink flanges of her
vagina.

	She cringed forward again, her face contorted in fearsome
dread as she felt the large bulbous head moving up and down behind her
in the wide spread slit of her vagina and the sparse soft blonde pubic
hair in preparation for the entry. She tried to close her legs, but
his knees insinuated between them held them cruelly open.

	"Hold 'er tight, boy, I'm gonna slip it in nice and easy," he
directed at the wide-eyed Shorty, whose arms bulged from the pressure
he was placing on her shoulders.

	Stitch, who had recovered his courage, hung his face over the
back of the seat, gasping at the scene with tiny streams of spittle
dripping from the corners of his slackened mouth.

	Susan whimpered aloud as she felt the first warm hard contact
against the cringing lips of her cunt and the slow agonizing pressure
beginning. It was soft at first and then when he met his first
resistance, he pressurized forward harder. She groaned incoherently.

	"Oooooooooooooh, nooo!"

	He pressed forward again, flexing his buttocks with all his
strength until suddenly... it gave. The tight elastic ring popped open
with a quick unexpected snap, and the huge blood-ified head slipped
wetly inside with a rush that left Susan gasping for breath.

	"Aaaaaaaagggggggghhhhhh!"

	She flailed her head wildly into Shorty's crotch as he worked
with all his strength to hold her down. The shock of the sudden thrust
rejuvenated her shattered muscles for a moment, and she squirmed and
twisted like a mad woman trying to escape the cruel and painful
impalement of her cunt.

	"God, what a pussy," Duke gasped from behind as he felt its
warm wet walls slipping over his rigidity like hot melted butter. His
head fell loosely back as his loins buffeted forward and his thick
rock-hard cock speared into the helplessly struggling girl without
mercy. It raced into her like a fast whirling drill boring through the
depths of the earth, battering and smashing all before it in great
waves of warm moist flesh until suddenly his pelvis smacked tight into
her and flattened her upraised buttocks with a hard, sharp slap that
reverberated through the speeding car like a flat- handed blow across
the face.

	Susan's muffled moans of pain and humiliation went unheeded
and unheard as he reached forward with both hands and grasped her by
the shoulders, pulling her whole body back tight against him. His
thick hard cock was sunk to its fullest depth in her quivering white
belly as she felt the hardness of the head pressed tight against the
end of her cervix.There was no reason to struggle or fight anymore,
even if she had the strength. He had conquered her; she knelt in
servile acceptance like a slave of old, to be used as her master
desired.

	Her body went limp, as she felt his hands slide down to the
rounded curves of her hips, and began a slow teasing rotation of his
rigid cock deep inside of her womb. The pain lessened as she felt her
wet soft passage expanding further and further with each greater
rotation he made inside her. Her tears of shame and humiliation
continued to flow. There was no stopping him, and there was nothing
she could do but accept the vile obscene rape of her body without
resistance.

	Her muffled sobs and groans mingled piteously with his gasps
of passion, while his hands ran down under the fullness of her
quivering breasts, dancing against the seat below with each hard,
cruel thrust he made into her.

	"J-J-Jesus C-C-Christ!" Stitch muttered as his bulging eyes
watched the long black length of Duke's glistening cock, moist from
her secretions, pistoning into her white behind. His eyes bulged
wider, as he gaped at the ragged pink flanges of the protective soft
folds of flesh around her cunt, drawing back with each out-stroke, and
then being swallowed in again as Duke thrust forward into her with the
powerful in and out rhythm he had begun. Stitch wanted with all his
being to reach forward again and fondle her there, but his dim mind
remembered the anger he had elicited the last time he let himself lose
control. Unable to satisfy his rising passion, he dropped his hand to
his crotch and pressed against his own rising hardness instead. He
fingered the seeping wet patch of seminal fluid with a crazed gleam in
his close-set eyes, hoping with all his might that Duke would change
his mind and let him have his share when they reached the shack.

	Duke, pumping into her from behind like she was a bitch in
heat, squeezed all around her soft jiggling buttocks. His fingers dug
cruelly at her cringing tiny puckered anus, and then jerked forward
again, clasping her hips and pulling her back limply over his cock
while he continued to skewer and ram into her with growing abandon.

	His body was now a ball of sheer uncontrolled lust that had
unleashed itself completely against the squirming beautiful, tender
flesh in front of him. He could feel his heated cock growing thicker
and thicker in her belly, as he ground savagely into her with a wave
of sadistic delight flickering across his contorted face. He had never
had anything white like this before, nothing this young and tender and
helpless, and it was driving him insane.

	His thick inflated cock ached and burned as it never had
before. He was almost there, almost there, and he continued to ram
eagerly into her with long hard strokes. He had to end it before he
lost his mind. Susan's whimpers stretched into a long, low continuous
whine that filled the car like a distant siren.

	Through the dim haze of her tortured mind, she could feel him
growing and growing dee - deep inside her until it felt as though his
rampaging instrument would split her in two. He was going to cum in
her. Her tears cascaded in torrents onto the rough levi's of Shorty's
crotch. The lewd thought was passing her mind of this horrible unknown
negro filling her helpless belly and womb with his hot sticky lust. Oh
God, she might get pregnant, ran crazily through her mind, and she
tried to clench her buttocks as a senseless gesture of defense.

	That did it!

	As her warm wet muscles clasped tight around his hard-driving
cock, Duke threw back his head with a wild scream, and his lewd hot
sperm shot like a fire hose into Susan's wide-swept cuntal passage.
She groaned in helpless submission before him as he emptied himself
with spurt after spurt of his driving lust juices deep up inside her,
filling her womb and belly to the bursting point.

	"Oh God, No, No, No!" She screamed as she felt it ricocheting
around in a warm wet pool in her vagina-a hot fiery reminder of her
total subjugation to the cruel inhuman tormentor fucking into her from
behind.

	There was nothing else. The end had come so suddenly and so
completely that Duke pitched forward in total exhaustion along the
length of her flattened body and lay, breathing fast, unable to move.

	Susan lay sobbing out her humiliation and fear beneath him,
the sudden horrible thought coming to her that it wasn't all over.
There were the others. Oh God, there were the others!

	"Get off 'er, Duke, please. Lemme at 'er now."

	"Knock it off, damn it, there's the shack just ahead," Coke
cried excitedly from the driver's seat. "We can all get it now."

	"Yeh," Duke added, rising from over the prostrate Susan and
glowering at the cringing Stitch in the front seat. "Son-uf-a-bitch,
he ain't gonna even touch 'er for what he done."

	As he lifted, Susan could feel his deflated penis slipping
wetly from her forever expanded passage. As the cool night rushed with
a soothing swirl into her void, she listened with bated breath to the
argument going on between the two negroes, as the speeding car came to
a sliding halt in the night.

	Stitch was objecting with a low pleading whine to his voice,
that sounded like a small child begging for candy from an older
brother or sister.

	"Ya heard me, ya bastard, ya touch 'er, and I'll kill ya. Next
time ya'll know better," Duke said with finality in his voice.
"Besides, ain't nobody gettin' none until we get our business outta
the way.

	Remember, that's how come we're here."

	There were groans from the other two at this statement, but
neither of them pursued the matter as the harsh tone of Duke's
pronouncement indicated he was in no mood for an argument.

	"Come on now, let's get 'er outta the car. We got a lot to do
'fore the others get here."

	She heard the do6r opening on the right side of her. The side
she had been forced through a seeming eternity before, and now there
were hands pulling her roughly through it and out of the car. She
tried to stand on her own two feet when she felt the ground beneath
them, but they would not hold and she was forced to lean against
Duke's shoulder for support.

	The hem of her dress fell loosely from her neck and on down to
her waist, as she struggled weakly to pull it the rest of the way down
to cover her naked hips.

	She was barefooted now, for her shoes had fallen loose in the
car. The cool touch of the dirt beneath her feet brought some
semblance of consciousness back to her dazed mind. Her hand tightened
around Duke's arm, and in spite of the brutal assault he had just
subjected her to, she found herself clinging to him blindly, half for
support, and half from the fear of the others touching her.

	She followed him meekly across the short distance from the car
to the ramshackle cabin in the small clearing. In spite of her still
smoldering dread of his touch, he seemed to be the only barrier that
stood between her and total rape by all the others. How long would he
hold them off? She tightened her grip, and followed him passively,
half stumbling, half walking, to the rickety stairs leading up the
porch. She trembled at the thought of the unknown, and the frightening
fate that she was certain awaited her inside.