~Subject: WhtCaptv 02/10  "White Captive"
~From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor)
~Date: Fri, 04 Oct 1996 06:22:27 -0800
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories


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'er, she's runn'in."  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 damn, 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 muscIes 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 goddamn car over, we got her," she heard a shout
above her.
	A porch light snapped on from the house.
	O thank God, thank God, flickered through her mind.
	"Help me!  Please help me!" she screamed at the top of her
voice until a harsh rough callused 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 soundless 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 out' here."
	Susan felt a thick muscular arm circle around her, and
another harsh callused 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 prying 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 the 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 deep-throated 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," Shortly 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 slipp'in, you bastard!"
	And Shorty's hand came down hard on the back of her head,
pressing it harder into his loins until the bottle carne 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 of
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 escitedly.  "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 back into the hardness of his loins only
succeeded in sharpening his desire for her.  She sobbed into the
hand 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
leg-bands.  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 Billy 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 feel'in 'er.  I got a right to that too," Shorty
replied defensively.
	"Not when I'm gett'in 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 wait'in"  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 hand 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 be 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 hard 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.
	"L-Lem'me feel 'er c-c-cunt," Stitch suddenly stuttered in a
deranged moronic squeak, and without 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
Stitch defended, as he rubbed his battered head.
	"You ain't gettin' nuthin, ya heah, nuthin' ya son-uf-a-
bitch.  If ya ever lay anuther hand on 'er, I'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 tears 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," Short 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 part 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-filed
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 it's
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