~Subject: WhtCaptv 01/10  "White Captive"
~From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor)
~Date: Fri, 04 Oct 1996 06:11:04 -0800
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories


WARNING:
     This story is fiction and should be treated as such.
     The following story contains descriptions of explicit sex.
If you are not an adult or reading descriptions sex stories upset
you, do not read any further.
     I am not the author.  I don't have the talent.
     I can only be the "TheEditor."





                          White Captive



                            Chapter 1

	The low powerful sports car pulled smoothly into the long
curved driveway and came to a silent stop before the large
darkened two-story colonial-type house.  The lights switched off,
throwing the well kept grounds and garden into greater blackness.
Inside, the boy reached over and pulled the young, silken-haired
girl close to him and locked his lips tightly to hers.  There was
only the sound of a heavy impassioned breathing for a moment and
then a small abrupt cry from the girl.
	"Richard!  Darling, please don't."
	She struggled a moment with his hand, pulling it with
hesitant force from beneath the top of her thin white-veneered
formal.  He resisted, and then let it be pushed limply away.
	"Susan, for God's sake!  We're engaged now.  At least you
could let me touch you."
	"Oh, darling, I know, I know," she moaned against him.  "I
want you to touch me as much as you want to, but we just can't.
Not before we're married."
	"That's a good four years away and you know it," the boy
objected.  I‹I just don't think I can wait that long.  It's
driving me crazy already."
	"Darling, we've just got to wait.  It'll go by so fast we
won't even know it, particularly with you away at college and me
working.  And we'll appreciate it so much more.  You know we
will."
	She dropped her head to his shoulder and began to sob gently.
Susan knew her arguments sounded childish to Richard, but in spite
of even her own temptations that were growing more and more
intense with each time he touched her, she could not bring herself
to let him go too far.  She remembered only too vividly the
promises she had made to her father of being a good girl just
before he died several months ago.  He had been the most wonderful
man in the world, and had been so deeply hurt by her brother's
running away that she just couldn't go back on her promises to him
now.  She was sure that wherever he was, he would somehow know if
she let him down.  But, explaining this to Richard sounded so
foolish she hadn't even bothered to try.  She was certain he was
beginning to think she didn't really care for him at all and this
just was not true.
	Richard sat still for a moment beside her, his arm hanging
limply around her shoulders and then slowly began to stroke her
hair with a comforting softness.
	"All right, darling.  I‹I think I know how you feel and I'll
try to hold myself back."
	"Oh, Richard, I promise when we're married, I'll make it all
up to you.  Every moment darling,"  she cried with frustration
into his shoulder.
	"Hey, wait a minute,"  he kidded, regaining his composure,
"this isn't a forever promise.  Every man has the right to
unlimited tries.  Particularly, with his own fiancee."
	"Oh you nit,"  she raised her head and laughed nervously,
wiping the tears from her eyes with her handkerchief.  "I had
better get in the house before my mother wakes up and comes out
and drags me in by the hair.  She just might have a few harsh
words for you too."
	"I just imagine she's out to the world,"  he laughed.  "I saw
Dad and Mr. Grover helping her out to the car about an hour ago at
the club.  None of them were in the best of shape."
	"Well, your mother wasn't doing too well, either, Mr. Evans,"
she said sarcastically.  "As I recall, they had to send her home
about ten o'clock.  She could hardly walk."
	"Touché," he laughed again, "these country club parties are
all alike, just one big contest to see who can make the biggest
fool of themselves."
	"I know," Susan's brow suddenly wrinkled and a serious tone
came to her voice.  "Mom seems to have changed in that respect.
I've never seen her this bad before in my life."
	"She's still just in a state of shock from your father's
death," Richard consoled, holding her hand softly.  "She'll he all
right."
	"I hope so," she whispered.  "She seems to have changed so
much since Dad's will came out.  I think it hurt her more than he
realized it would."
	"Now listen, honey, you stop worrying about that.  If your
Dad thought he could trust your mother with all that money he
would have left it to her instead of in trust for you.  Besides,
she has a good substantial income guaranteed for life.  What more
could she want?"
	"I‹I don't know.  But it almost seems sometimes as if she
hates me more than anything else in the world.  I‹I think she even
blames me for Billy running away."
	"Oh, Susan," he admonished.  "She's just jealous of you being
your father's favorite.  And, if she hadn't lavished so much
attention on that weak-livered sissy then maybe your father could
have respected him as a son."
	"Richard, you stop that," she shouted at him in sudden anger.
"What right do you have to sit there and criticize my family that
way?"
	"Because, damn it," he shouted back, "they're going to be my
family too, one of these days, remember?"
	"Well I just don't know about that," Susan ansered in a huff
as she opened the door on her side and started from the car.
	"Oh Suzy, damnit again, I'm sorry," he grabbed her arm and
apologized softly.  "I'm just so much in love with you that I hate
to see you hurt in any way, and I know you are being hurt."
	"I don't care," she sobbed back at him.  "That still gives
you no right to run down my mother and Billy that way.  They're
all I've got left and they are my family."
	"Suzy, stop being ridiculous.  I know they are your farnily
but that doesn't mean you have to suffer over them like this.
They have no right to do that to you."
	"I‹I think we had better talk about this later," she said,
trying to hold back the flood of tears that were beginning to
build in her eyes.  "I don't even like to be near you when you
talk like this."
	She stepped back and slammed the door shut, her heart beating
wildly in hurt and anger.  She turned and started up the stairs
without looking back and heard the angry screech of tires behind
her as Richard gunned the car down the driveway, and out the gate.
She slumped against the door for a moment, cradling her head in
the crook of her arm and then slowly opened it and entered.  She
felt so empty inside and wished she could make Richard understand
about her mother and Billy, but it all seemed so hopeless.  He
just didn't give her a chance to try and explain the way he should
have done if he really loved her.  Sometimes, she doubted that he
really and truly did love her.  Yes, he liked her and very much,
but did he really understand what love was all about.  Did he know
that it involved more than just necking in the car and "making
out" as he termed it?  Did he understand that it included helping
her, or at least, trying to be patient with her when she had a
problem of this magnitude?
	Susan tip-toed through the hallway toward the kitchen.  She
didn't want to awaken her mother and have to go through any kind
of questions and answer games that she had become so adept at
playing recently.  She just couldn't understand what had come over
mother since her father's death ‹-- with all her intimate
questions about what she did out in the car with Richard and so
on.  Some of them had been so blunt and direct she had almost been
too embarrassed to answer and she was just in no mood to have to
go through that tonight.  She would just have her glass of milk
and get to bed without making a sound.
	She opened the swinging door to the kitchen and quietly
slipped inside The light was still on and several half-filled
bottles of liquor were open on the counter next to the sink.
Someone had obviously been having a good party.  No doubt,
Richard's father and Mr. Evans had come inside and had a few
drinks when they brought her mother home.
	My God, she found herself thinking, how on earth could they
take anymore after the way they had behaved at the club.  She had
been embarrassed at the way her mother had been dancing with all
the men who kept asking turns with her.  It had seemed as though
she had been trying to seduce them right on the dance floor.  She
had said something to Richard about it but he had laughed it off
as just one of the standard country club occurrences and had
pointed out several other prominent women who had been behaving as
equally foolish.  This had helped a little but not much, and she
had been happy when the two men had volunteered to drive her
mother home early.  She certainly was in no condition to do it
herself.
	Susan started to open the refrigerator to get the milk,
changed her mind and turned back to the half-empty bottles on the
counter.  She still felt a little light-headed from the small
amount Richard had slipped in their cokes at the club and decided
quickly that perhaps another little bit might help get her out of
this foul mood and get to sleep faster.  Things had been piling up
on her so fast in the last few months she could hardly stand it.
	She took a glass from the shelf and poured herself a small
amount, thought again, and poured the glass half-full.  Might as
well really sleep, she thought with a girlish giggle, filling the
glass the rest of the way with coke and lifting it to her lips.
She drained half the glass, feeling the warm liquid relaxing her
almost instantaneously as it hit bottom.  She was ravenously
hungry and that seemed to help speed the welcomed nerve settling
reaction to the warm smooth alcohol.  She finished it and filled
the glass again to take upstairs with her.  The light-headed
tingle running through her mind helped no end and she didn't want
it to stop before she got to sleep.  She was afraid of the
thoughts she would have to think, and right now would prefer to
put if off until tomorrow.  There was nothing she wanted to do at
this moment but sleep and forget everything.
	She carried the drink in her hand and began the slow quiet
climb to the top of the steps leading to the second floor.  She
held tight to the rail and took each step holding her breath.  Her
mother's bedroom was right on the landing at the top of the steps
and she just couldn't wake her now, not carrying a drink like this
and coming in so late.  There was no telling how long she would
have to sit and listen to the lecture she was certain to get if
she were caught.
	She held her breath tight as she reached the top of the steps
and noticed the light on from under her mother's door.  Oh God,
she thought, she's awake and waiting up for me.  I'll have to stop
by and say good night to her now or I'll never hear the end of it
tomorrow.  She took a few guarded steps in the direction of her
room to the right, and placed the drink she was carrying on the
hall table.  She pushed it behind the vase in the center of the
table so that if her mother came out, she wouldn't be able to see
it in the semi-darkness that covered the landing.
	Susan straightened herself up bravely and walked to her
mother's door.  She raised her fist to knock and suddenly froze to
the floor.
	There was a groan from the room!
	Oh my God, she's hurt, she thought, and her first reaction
was to jerk the door open as fast as she could.  She reached for
the handle in the darkness and as her hand came into contact with
the cool metal door knob, she froze again.
	There was a harsh male laugh!
	Good Lord, what was going on?  Who was in there with her and
what was he doing to her?  It sounded as though he were hurting
her.
	There was another groan but it was longer this time and had
an unearthly pleading tone to it as though someone were being
tortured.  The groan was followed by harsh slapping sounds as
though someone were being hit across the face with a hand.
	Susan dropped her hand from the door handle and started to
back away, holding her breath and moving as softly as she possibly
could.  If she could just get to a phone and call the police
before they discovered her, perhaps she could save her mother's
life.  She stepped back a few paces in the darkness, being careful
not to trip, and then turned to work her way down the stairs.
There was phone in the hall just below the stairs.  If she could
make that, she could talk in a whisper and who ever it was beating
her mother could not hear it.  It was then that the pleading voice
spoke again.
	"Oh God!  Yessss, yessss, do it to me like that!"
	It was her mother again and her voice was drunkenly slurred
in a desperate pleading tone she had never heard before.  Susan
paled in the darkness and stood still for a moment.  She was
uncertain what to do now.  The man was obviously hurting her but
it didn't sound like it was against her will the way she was
almost crying for him to continue.  What should she do?  Perhaps
he was making her plead with him‹perhaps he was a sadist like some
of the men she had read about in her Psychology course and enjoyed
hearing a woman beg.
	She was almost ready to begin her descent down the stairs to
phone again when the noises suddenly grew louder.  There was a
second male voice that she could not make out too distinctly
through the heavy thickness of the door, but it was unmistakably
egging someone on to do something to her mother.  Her voice was
muffled and sobbing but clearly not against her will.  She was
asking for it, in fact, pleading for more.  Susan stood
breathlessly on the Ianding, trying to make up her mind what to
do.  She couldn't call the police or anyone else unless she was
certain what was going on.
	She had to find out and there was only one way!
	She took a deep breath and worked her way slowly and silently
back toward the door.  She knew it by heart now‹after all the
times she had slipped from her own room as a child to that of her
parents when she had been frightened by a bad dream or strange
noise in the house.  She could remember vividly, even after all
these years, the exact amount of pressure to put on the knob to
turn it without making a sound.  All of it came back to her as she
reached forward through the darkness and pressed her hand against
it.  Her whole body tensed as it turned slightly, and she felt it
begin to give against the pressure.
	There was a squeak!
	Her heart stopped and she dared not breath.  They must have
heard it; it had been so loud.  But no, there were still the
strange noises coming through the door without letup, their
intensity increasing with each passing moment.  The door gave a
little against her gentle pressure and the noises through the
opening became more clear to her senses.  She could discern the
sounds of heavy rushed breathing and the staccato sounds of
squeaking bedsprings punctuated by animal-like grunts and moans of
pain and pleasure.  A thin crack of light rushed into the hallway
as she inched the door open a millimeter at a time.  The light
blinded her and she could not see for a moment‹but the sounds
continued unabated by her silent and unknown intrusion.
	Her eyes adjusted to the intensity of the narrow path of
light streaming into her face and the easy chair in the corner of
the bedroom came into view
	She paled again and sucked in her breath in horror!
	It was Mr. Evans.  He was sitting back in the chair
completely naked and holding his hard rigid penis tightly between
both his hands.  His eyes were glazed and he stroked the long hard
instrument up and down in lewd rhythmic time to the now wet
sucking noises she could hear coming from the bed across the room.
Susan could not see what was making the sounds as she was afraid
to open the door farther just yet.  Mr. Evans was so close to her
she was afraid to even breath for fear he might hear her.
Instead, she stood immobile for a moment and watched in horrified
fascination as his fingers skinned the thick foreskin of his
uncircumcised penis rapidly up and down the full length of it, the
huge bulbous head bursting evilly into view like a giant monster
crawling from a secret lair with each hard down-stroke he made
with his hand.  She was close enough that she could see that it
was wet on the top from the white, sticky lubricating fluid
beginning to ooze forth from it.  His breathing was thick and
heavy and she could see thin trails of saliva running down his
lips as he kept his eyes glued tightly to the bed just out of her
view.  His penis frightened her as she had never seen one before,
and it looked like the most monstrous thing in the world.  She
could not imagine ever having something like that inside her.  It
just wouldn't be possible for any woman to take.  It would kill
her.
	Susan held the door knob tighter.  Mr. Evans was rising from
the chair.  Oh, God was he coming to the door!  She had no time to
run in the darkness, and he would find her.  Her mother would
never forgive her if she knew she were spying this way, but she
just had to find out what was going on.  She breathed a guarded
sigh of relief as she watched him walk toward the other side of
the room which was out of her vision from the slight crack in the
door.  He was going toward the bed where the noises were still
increasing in tempo and Susan pressed the door open a crack more
to follow him across the room.  As she pushed against the door,
the bed came into view by tiny degrees, and the fear of what she
was going to see restricted her chest as though it were wrapped in
thick steel bands.  Her whole body was shaking violently, but
suddenly it stilled!
	A cold chill ran crazily up the full length of her spine.
	There on the bed was her mother locked in a lewd embrace of
intercourse with Mr. Johnson, Richard's father!
	Her fiancee's father and her own mother!
	She felt the blood draining from her head, and fought to
retain her balance and keep from falling backwards.  She was
certain that she was going to faint from the sudden shock of the
unbelievable sight going on before her eyes.  There on her own
dead father's bed was another man, making violent love to her
mother while at the same time, another man stood above them
stroking his vile-looking penis above their thrashing bodies.  He
was eagerly urging Richard's father to hurry up and finish.
	"Come on, Sam, damn it man.  I want a little too."  She heard
him say through her dazed mind.
	They were taking turns on her mother!
	Susan wanted to rush into the room, and tear them from her
mother's body.  She felt a scream building up in her throat, and
wanted to hit and scratch at them until she drove them away
forever.  She tried to blot the horrible scene from her eyes, but
she could not.  She was frozen to the door, unable to move and
merely watched in detached revulsion the ravishment of her
mother's drunken and more than willing body on the swaying bed
across the room.  The foot of the bed was pointed right at the
door so that she could even see Richard's father's thick, bard
penis disappearing and reappearing with each cruel thrust and
withdrawal that he made into her.  Her legs were splayed out wide
on either side of his plunging body and periodically, would kick
high in the air, then fold around his driving buttocks, her ankles
locking tightly behind his thighs, pulling him into her with all
her strength.
	Susan could see the muscles standing out on her inner thighs
as she struggled like a crazed nymphomaniac to get him deeper
inside her.  His hands were cupping her naked white buttocks with
a savage strength that cut red bloodless lines into the flaccid,
giving flesh.  He squeezed the large rounded moons tightly
together, forcing the walls of her vagina closer around the
thickness of his rigid penis.  Susan strained her eyes and could
see the thin, ragged edges of her mother's vagina clasping tightly
around it, as though it were a hungry child nibbling voraciously
at the last banana in the world.  She could see the thinly parted
pubic hairs grazing teasingly against the narrow sperm-filled
ridge than ran the full length of the underside of his penis.
	Her buttocks were grinding faster now, and the groans and
mewls of pleasure were becoming more desperate, as the glazed,
almost uncomprehending eyes of her daughter stayed glued
hypnotically on the lewd, obscene coupling taking place on the
bed.  Her wild?  demonic upward thrusts were met with equal fury
by Richard's father's pelvis, which was smacking hard down into
her, driving her back down into the mattress with each mighty
surge.  The loud slap of belly against belly resounded through the
room like tiny distant claps of thunder.  Her legs curled and
uncurled in wild final desperation around the driving hips that
flattened her buttocks hard down into the bed with each long,
powerful stroke.
	Susan held her breath again, for the hundredth time since she
had climbed the stairs, as she watched her mother being fucked
more and more viciously with each passing second.  Both she and
Mr. Johnson were puffing wildly, and she could see small rivulets
of sweat streaming down over his pumping and hollowing buttocks,
as he worked frenziedly on top of her twisting body.
	And then, suddenly it was over.
	She could hear a low, unearthly gurgle coming from her
mother's throat, as her buttocks slowed their wild scramble for
completion and began small, spasmodic jerks up tight against the
penis which was sunk deep in her belly.  At the same time, Mr.
Johnson groaned above her and ground hard down inside her vagina,
his thick, fleshy rod beginning to throb it's white, milky sperm
deep down into her quivering belly.  The rich creamy fluid filled
her completely, and cascaded out around the pink moist lips her
cunt.  To Susan's horror, she could see clearly a tiny white
stream of it running down the wide split crevice of her buttocks
and down onto the mattress below.  The couple jerked against each
other for a moment longer, and then lay still.
	Evans, stroking his prick above them, could stand it no
snore.  He grasped Richard's father by the shoulder and pulled
back hard, almost jerking him bodily from off the top of the
spread-eagle woman.
	"Move over, damn it," he shouted as he pushed the other man
to the side of the bed
	Susan watched in wild-eyed fright, as Mr. Johnson's half-
deflated penis withdrew with a wet, sucking noise from her
mother's wide-open crotch.  His sweating, spent body was replaced
one moment later by Mr. Evans, who leaped between her still wide-
spread legs, and without hesitation, plunged his rock-hard cock
deep down into her moist, open vagina.  He did not delay and
immediately began fucking into her with long, hard strokes.  His
gleaming wet instrument could be seen clearly sliding in and out
of her mother's ragged pink cunt like a well-oiled piston, his
balls smacking rhythmically into the moist crevice of her wide-
spread buttocks below.
	She waited for her to scream in protest, or to fight back
against the horrible obscene rape she was being subjected to‹but
none came.
	Instead, her legs quivered straight out into the air again,
and then wrapped python-like back again around his waist.  Her
hands slid slowly down his gleaming body and came to rest on his
white, hollowing buttocks.  The fingers spread, whitened from the
pressure, then pulled him gluttonously into her, while below, her
cunt flowered open in welcome acceptance.  It swallowed the whole
of his plunging cock with each greedy upward jerk.  Small piteous
pleas of passionate supplication began to roll from the woman's
lips They were lewd and horrible supplications, using words that
Susan had seldom heard except in whispers from the more daring
girls at school.
	She stood for a moment longer‹listening in abject horror to
the small, mewling cries of her mother as she rolled and rocked
beneath Mr. Evans like a common whore off the streets.
	And suddenly, she could stand it no longer.
	Susan turned and stumbled blindly toward the steps.  Tears of
abject hurt and humiliation rolled silently down her cheeks,
smearing the light coat of rouge she had put on earlier in the
evening to accentuate her passing to womanhood with her engagement
to Richard.  She was totally lost and didn't bother to close the
front door behind her as she left the house.  In the distance
behind her, she could hear a loud, mocking shriek coming down the
stairs and chasing her into the dark street.  Now she was almost
glad her father wasn't alive because it may have been going on
long before his death.  She could remember things that had seemed
so insignificant during his long illness.  Her mother stayed out
late often, blaming it on the charitable work she had always been
so involved in.  Well, she certainly was practicing charity now,
and giving as much as she could, Susan thought bitterly.
	She walked to the end of the block and aimlessly turned
toward the park.  The night was half warm, and she didn't notice
that she had left her coat hanging in the hallway back at the
house.  Her bared shoulders chilled slightly from a periodic
breeze that brushed over them, but it didn't matter now.  There
were too many things to think about and her tortured mind just
couldn't absorb all of them at one time.  Some of them would just
have to wait until she could get away and do some thinking under
less trying circumstances.  And, get away she must.  She could
never face Richard again, much less, marry him.  Not after she had
seen his father taking turns with another man ravishing her own
mother.  It was almost incestuous, and the horrible thought
brought forth more bitter tears of anguish which streamed down her
face unnoticed.
	What could she do?  Where could she go?  She only had about
eighty dollars from various graduation presents, and nothing else.
The money her father left her was in a trust fund, and she
wouldn't even begin drawing money from the interest income for
three more years when she would be twenty-one.  It was out of the
question to try and borrow any.  Anyone she knew that had enough
money to lend her would question her about it, and she couldn't
let anyone know she was going to leave.  She was certain her
mother would try to stop her even under the circumstances that had
occurred tonight.  She had a social position to protect in the
community, and there were those who would frown on her having a
runaway daughter on her hands.  No, she must think of something
else.
	Billy!
	The thought came to her like a flash.  She knew he would take
care of her if she could just make it to San Francisco where he
was living.  He didn't have much money, she knew that, as he had
been sending home for it as often as he could get it.  She had
even sent him some of her own money quite often before Dad died
but her mother had stopped giving it to her afterwards when she
found out.  From that time on, her mother had sent it to him, and
had given Susan just enough to get by on herself.  She was certain
it was because her mother was jealous of the close relationship
she had always had with her brother, and didn't want her to be
able to do anything for him when he needed it so badly.  In fact,
the money he demanded had reached almost unbelievable proportions
in the last few months, and she couldn't imagine what on earth he
could be doing with that amount.  He was supposed to be writing as
he said he was doing, and shouldn't have the need for the
quantities he requested.
	His letters had become more and more desperate, and she was
certain he was in some kind of serious trouble or he couldn't
possibly spend that much.  The worst part of it was that her
mother had begun to cut down on the amount she sent him in order
to force him to come home and in the last week he had sent his
requests direct to Susan.  She had written him about the will
their father had left and tried to explain the best way she knew
how the reason why she thought their father had not left anything
to him.  Still, she had detected a note of bitterness in his
answering letter.  He simply could not see why it should make a
difference to Dad that he had left home right in the midst of his
illness when it was almost certain he would die.
	Billy had never felt that his father had really loved him
because he had been so strict with him.  But Susan knew it was
just an attempt on his part to make a man out of Billy, in spite
of their mother's coddling him since childhood.  In fact, this had
been the biggest bone of contention between her parents during
their marriage, and she knew that this had driven her father to
giving her more and more attention as time had gone on.  It had
been a natural thing and she hadn't regretted it, except that it
had alienated her mother from her‹ but after what she had seen
tonight, she was glad for that.  She didn't care if she never saw
her again as long as she lived.  She was nothing but a "damn
whore"  and probably always had been.  Susan felt she owed her
nothing, not even her loyalty or love anymore.  Billy was the only
thing she had left in the world, and she had to make him
understand about the will and why it really didn't make any
difference between them because she would share it all with him
anyway.
	"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 headlights 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 be
something innate in human nature that made those with the
slightest advantage over another to put it to full use.  She knew
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'in 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 dollah's you can make yo'self in about fo'
hours.  One hour a piece.  Whadya 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 w'ont us to do nuthin' like
that, would'dya?"
	"It's only one fuck a piece if you come wit;h us nice like,-
baby, we promise," the one called Duke chimed in.  "But if you
don't, we jist mite 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