~Subject: WhtCaptv 05/10  "White Captive"
~From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor)
~Date: Fri, 04 Oct 1996 06:23:32 -0800
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories


would be the ultimate conquest; a proud white bitch that was
repulsed and horrified with the thought of a black cock fucking
into her suddenly turning animal and loosing all control over
herself, forgetting who she was, where she was, and all but the
overpowering need to be fucked until she couldn't move again.  The
thought raced through his loins like an electric shock.
	His animal cunning burned.  By God, he was going to make this
little honky bitch squirm one way or another ... and like it
whether she wanted to or not.
	For a few torturing moments he ground his long thick cock
around in the narrow white crevice of her ass, pressing the soft
quivering cheeks of flesh together around it to enclose it like
the fitting of a warm fur-lined glove.  He leaned forward and
planted a warm wet kiss with his thick rubbery lips along the
standing ridges of her spine, feeling her quiver beneath him.  She
groaned slightly as her body shook and trembled from the moist
contact at her loins and back.
	And When he backed off slightly, running his long pink tongue
slowly and wetly down the full length of her back until he reached
the tightly clenched crevice of her ass swaying gently, high off
the bed.  Her shoulders were still held hard down against the
mattress by the leering Stitch and Coke.
	Shorty dropped his hands to the full rounded buttocks,
placing his thumbs on either side of the soft resilient cheeks and
pressed out gently.  He knew this was the time for patience.  She
had passed the first stage of physical submission by violence and
now the conquest of her mind and spirit must be done by softness
of touch.  The unexpected change from pain and brutality to one of
tenderness and caressing of her private parts should, in spite of
her resistance, catch her off guard.
	She had geared her mind to the fighting of the pain and
humiliation ... but not softness and pleasure.  She was not
prepared for it.
	Her buttocks clenched together against the pressure he was
exerting with his thumbs, and he eased off slightly still keeping
up a constant easy tension for a seeming thousand seconds, until
the straining muscles of her inner thighs slowly tired and
relaxed, bit by bit.  His face was crouched on the same level with
the thin red folds of flesh that covered her vagina and as he
watched, eyes gleaming, they slowly parted before the almost
imperceptible out ward pressure of his thumbs.  He could see a
slight moisture forming and glistening on the soft insides of her
thighs, as with the easing of the pain and the fatigue of
resistance, she let her backside slip wider and wider apart.
	He moved his face forward, careful not to shake the bed and
alarm the sudden trust building inside her from the gentle touch
he was subjecting her body to now.  His face was a scant few
inches from the soft blonde pubic hair covering the tender
resilient flanges of her vagina, and the odor was one of sweetness
that drifted incitingly out to his flaring nostrils.  He swallowed
deeply as his thumbs pressured outward and her secret cavern
flowered open to his frozen gaze until suddenly it was completely
open and the soft inner flesh came into tantalizing view.  It was
pink and smooth and a slight moisture from her secretions was
visible, glistening and wet on the soft inner flesh of her thighs.
	He breathed hard and blew softly into her.  She squirmed and
he could hear a faint groan slipping from between her now open
lips.  She tried to move slightly, but the pressure of the other
two negro's hands held her tight in place.  She was becoming quiet
now, and her movements were not one of escape or fear but of
reflex from the torturing touch of his hands and breath against
the softness of her secret parts.
	Susan tried to still a rising moan she could feel building
deep, deep inside her throat.  The sudden lessening of the pain
had done something to her ... something frightening.  It had been
like the release of a great weight pressing down on her‹and the
unbelievable relief that follows the sudden lifting of such a
burden.
	She sighed, and let her muscles that had been so keyed
against the torture relax in to a loose tranquillity that
increased a thousand fold by the sudden absence of pain.
	But now, there was something else ... something had replaced
the harsh blows that had rained down on her helpless form a few
moments ago.  It was soft and feather-like, except that it was wet
... wet and warm, and was making strange magical circles along the
length of her naked and unprotected back.  She shivered slightly
as it worked its way slowly down to the rounded moons of her
buttocks widely exposed behind her.
	There was a pressure from somewhere, and she felt a cool rush
of air race between the full spreading globes as the pressure
increased in intensity.  She clenched them tightly together in
automatic rejection to the strange unknown probe.  The pressure
remained, gentle, and lingered as her dazed mind puzzled over it.
Where was she?  Who was she?  What were the light tiny animals
running over her sensitive flesh, caressing her kneeling body as
though they were human things except smaller and a thousand times
more gentle.
	"Mmmmmm!" she sighed, and her buttocks relaxed in a great
feeling of warmth and peace as suddenly her behind felt open and
wet as it had never felt before with the ever constant pressure
pushing outwards again.  Susan did not resist, and another long
low mewl escaped from her lips as she let herself be pulled open
wide by the magic beings playing upon her.  She tried to move her
shoulders, but they were locked tightly to the softness of the
mattress by harsh hands whose touch she did not recognize.
Richard?  No.  Her father?  No.  She could not think, but it did
not matter, they were no longer hurting her, there was no longer
the excruciating pain that had covered and permeated her entire
body a few short seconds ago.  There was only the light rising
sensation of floating, floating on a soft gentle fleece-covered
cloud whose very warmth belied the presence of danger.
	Shorty, kneeling behind her with his thumbs holding the
crevice of her buttocks wide, grinned an obscene grin.  He could
feel the thoughts running through her body and knew he had won his
short patient battle as the cheeks of her ass slowly relaxed in
front of his excited face.  He pried them wide, wide apart until
all of her crotch stood open and unprotected before him, his for
the taking.
	His head raised slowly and he pressed his face forward,
pushing open his mouth hard against the wetness of her vaginal
slit.  She squirmed slightly and he tightened his hands on her
buttocks so that she couldn't slip away and with one quick rush of
his thick wet tongue, he thrust it forward between the warm fleshy
folds of her cunt.
	He heard her gasp from the sudden unexpected entry into her
soft wet passage and a surprised sigh smothered itself into the
mattress.  She had jerked forward with the first hot teasing
contact in an involuntary spasm of delight but quickly screwed her
buttocks back hard against his face.  Her vaginal passage
contracted, opening and closing tightly around the long smooth
length of his tongue sunk deep inside her.  Her breath exploded
down into the bed in small quick gasps that muffled themselves
into tiny mewling grunts, twisting her face harder and harder into
the bed as he began a sudden curling and flicking of the wet moist
tongue imbedded up inside.  He pushed his lips closer and began to
work at the whole of her open backside, sucking and licking at it
crazily while her buttocks throbbed and swayed around his face
almost out of : control.
	"G-G-God Damn," the open-mouthed Stitch gasped as he watched
with unbelieving eyes her sudden and complete surrender to the
black wildly 2 licking face buried in her cunt behind.
	Coke could not speak.  He had released one hand from her
shoulder and was pressing it tight against the outside of his
pants where a small circle of seminal fluid had seeped its way
through from the hard throbbing excitement of his aching cock.  He
released her shoulder with his other hand as there was no longer
any need to hold the subjugated girl so hard, and began coursing
it up and down the quivering flesh of her back.
	Shorty worked slave-like behind the kneeling Susan, his
tongue withdrawing and plunging, with drawing and plunging, making
a wet sucking sluicing noise with each wicked thrust.  Her cries
were one long low continuous moan now, as he withdrew his lashing
tongue suddenly from inside the warm,  smooth passage and found
the hard, throbbing clitoris and licked.  He pushed his face
farther under her crotch and began to suck and tease at it
gleefully with his teeth, while she writhed and churned her
buttocks above him in a lewd dance of desire.
	"Ooooh, Ooooh," she chanted, her body and mind completely out
of control from the delicious and obscene sucking of her loins.
With a lewd and triumphant satisfaction, he could feel the muscles
of her buttocks hollowing and contracting around the sides of his
cheeks as he licked and sucked at her with a greedy untamed animal
lust that threatened to drive him completely crazy.
	Her cunt flowered open wider and wider, and her moistness
increased with each further second his sucking mouth worked at her
wide-stretched hole.  It ran in slight warm trickles down the side
of the negro's cheeks pressed tightly into the softness of her ass
warmly enclosing his face, and down the inside of her smoothly
working loins into the soft inner flesh of her hollowing thighs.
	She was almost ready to cum!
	He could sense it from the wild abandoned tempo of her body
and knew it was time, time to ram his cock into her innocent
softness.  He wanted to feel it throbbing around him when she
reached that climax that was 80 near now, and wanted to explode
inside her white little belly with himself in rhythm to her own
cries of fulfillment.  He wanted to fill her full of his hot
nigger cum until she would never forget tonight as long as she
lived.  The spoiled little bitch, he'd show her what nigger cock
was like and how good it could be.  She'd never want one of them
honky whites again, he'd stretch her so wide, she'd never be able
to even feel one again.  All the years he had spent in bitter
subjugation himself began to bubble over in a boiling cauldron of
hate and lust and the desire to hurt.
	His long thick cock ached from the anticipation he was
building, building, while he worked at her loins with his hot
punishing mouth.  With some difficulty, he slithered up to his
knees and worked his hips into the now wet and glistening opening
of her buttocks from behind.
	"J-J-Jeez, he-he's gonna f-fuck 'er now," the gasping Stitch
stuttered.
	"Yeah, man," Coke breathed, his own cock now out of his pants
and held tight in his free hand.
	Shorty was kneeling behind her now, his hips pressed tight
into the open crevice of her ass.  He held the throbbing thick
black cock tightly between his fingers with the large blood-filled
head poised at the tight elastic opening of her cunt.  He watched
it with lust-gleaming eyes as the tiny wet lips contracted and
throbbed around the edges like the mouth of a fish gasping
desperately for breath in the hostile environment of a neglected
fishbowl He ached all over from the thought of the lovely young
white girl kneeling in abject servitude in front of him to be used
as he would for as long as he would.
	His gaze was locked on the whiteness and purity of her body,
and he let his eyes feast for the slightest of seconds on the way
her soft full ass curved sharply down into the narrow wasp-like
waist that looked as though it would break from the slightest of
pressure.  On either side of his kneeling legs, he could see her
white thighs tapering down sharply to her small well-formed knees
and then blossoming out again to the fullness of firm shapely
calves.  He envisioned her lying on her back with the dainty
strength of those white calves locked tightly behind his ass
pulling him into her in a savage burst of passion that only the
mind can conjure.  That would come later, flickered through his
brain.  Now his penis and testicles ached as they had never ached
for anything before, and he had to ram it into her now before it
was too late ... before he emptied his sperm all over those soft
white buttocks kneeling helplessly before him.
	There was just a finger's length between her open and fully
exposed vagina and the end of his cock now, and he pressed her
buttocks wider apart to see it more clearly.  His cock jerked
slightly again as though unable to contain itself when the tiny I
puckered anus came into view just above the moist opening of her
vagina.  For a moment he was tempted to take her there, but the
thought passed from his mind as he felt a small dewdrop of
moisture forming slowly on <he end of his tortured prick.  He had
to have it now or it would be too I late; he couldn't hold back
another instant.
	He moved forward, slipping his knees as far up between her
wide stretched thighs as he could he possibly go, and guided his
long thick cock forward between his thumb and forefinger, gently
parting the soft blond pubic hair with the rigidity of the
throbbing head.  He felt the warm soft folds of the ragged edges
of her cunt close wetly over the rounded tip of his cock.
	He groaned.
	He had never in his entire life felt anything so soft and
tender.  Trapped between the delicious layers of wet ready flesh,
he let it lay throbbing for a moment.  The lewd contact of his
thick black cock pressed into the whiteness of her behind, incited
him to uncontrolled lust.
	God!  What a feeling, droned through his now dazed mind.  He
had to take her.
	Shorty flexed his buttocks, feeling all the frustrations he
had built up over a lifetime of being a black nothing suddenly
surging forward with him into the warm wet flesh of the groaning
white girl in front of him.  He gasped aloud through the silence
of the shabby room, as he felt the tight hot walls of her
contracting cunt soothingly slipping over and then wetly enclosing
the rock-hard length of his surging cock.
	"Oooooooh," she grunted beneath him as he surged into her,
pushing the smooth, giving walls of soft flesh inside before him
like rippling waves off a speeding ship.  Her body trembled and
shook before the sudden assault that took her completely by
surprise.  She had lain dormant before the strange unknown
caressive torture her battered body had accepted with grateful joy
after the brutal beating it had undergone, but suddenly the mood
changed.  Gone were the tender wet probings of her vagina that had
seemed so unreal and faraway.  Gone was the daze that had
encompassed her mind and taken her into another world of half-
conscious ecstasy.
	She was suddenly thrust back again, back again into the
reality of the shabby dirty room on the filthy squeaking bed with
her shoulders being pressed down painfully again into the musty
mattress.  Her shame and humiliation returned with a vengeance, as
she felt her thighs and buttocks being swept wide apart by the
thick black cock of the negro who was tunneling up into her
mercilessly from behind.
	"Oooh, man, she's tight," she heard a loud low gasp spit
through the room behind her.  "God, what a pussy!"
	She squealed suddenly, not from the pain, for there was none.
She was wet and open, and he slid into her easily from the warm
moist secretions that had flowed from her vagina during the
teasing ministrations of his tongue a moment ago.  But she
squealed from the sudden and degrading realization that she was
hopelessly trapped on the bed between the hands of the negroes in
front of her and the thick rampaging cock skewering into her from
behind.  She screamed for him to stop, helpless tears of
frustration and humiliation flooding again from her terror-
stricken eyes.  But there was no respite, the intrusion deep in
her dilated vagina grew and expanded before his uncontrolled
assault until she felt the sudden heavy weight of hard muscular
loins crushing hard into her buttocks, sweeping them wider and
wider apart as he pressed forward more with all his strength to
sink it as deep inside her quivering white belly as far as he
could.
	"Man," Shorty breathed, his lips bared back tight over his
broad white teeth.  "I'm all the way in, man."
	Susan groaned piteously beneath him, her face pushed deep
down into the mattress by the pressure from behind, until she
could hardly catch her breath.  Her vagina felt twisted and
stretched as though she were being impaled on a telephone pole.
She fought, clenching the muscles of her buttocks tightly together
to keep the long hard fleshy stab from imbedding itself further.
But, it was useless.  Her struggles only incited him more, as her
cuntal muscles clasping around him, wet and warm in protest
against the unwanted entry, enclosed around him like warm melted
butter, and made the huge black cock throb and grow inside her
until she felt stretched and filled in her belly and loins beyond
all possible imagination.
	Her back ached horribly now, from the cruel position she was
still held in for so long on the mattress, and she tried to move,
but the hands had pressed against her shoulders again after her
warning move when Shorty had rammed it into her from behind.  She
felt other hands too, hands roaming over all of her body not
occupied by the negro pressed tight into her buttocks from behind.
Her breasts were being kneaded and squeezed by fingers that had
slipped secretly between them and the mattress while she had been
occupied with the skewering of her vagina.  They were hard and
cruel and brought her tiny bud-like nipples to an involuntary
erection from the harshness of the naked contact with her flesh.
	Another hand coursed over the ridges of her cruelly bent
spine and followed it down to the juncture of her buttocks where
quickly and without preparation, he thrust a finger deep into the
confines of her tight unused anus.  She jumped from the first
painful intrusions, and then froze to ease it a bit.  The pain
passed as her back passage slowly became adjusted to the unnatural
intrusion.
	"I-I-I got my finger in 'er a-a-ass," she heard the moronic
Stitch stutter excitedly through the daze of the three-way rape.
"M-M-Man!"
	Tiny bursts of protests broke from her lips.  Her vaginal
passage felt stretched and tom beyond all possible repair, and the
dual ravishing of her loins with Stitch's long thick finger
implanted deep up her rectum made the feeling all the more
intense.  She tried not to move as she felt the pain easing with
the stillness of her body, but the crazed negro ground and twisted
his finger deeper, circling it and expanding her anal passage
until she thought it would split from the almost unbearable
pressure.  The hand cupping her naked breasts beneath, twisted and
squeezed with brutal thoroughness, teasing and pulling at every
part of their young round firmness until she thought they would
burst from the painful manipulations.
	Kneeling behind her bent and trembling form, Shorty flared
his nostrils and began fucking in and out of her with long,
lunging strokes.  His short thick hands held tight to the rounded
curves of her hips, slipping the moist sheath of her stretched and
throbbing vagina back over the thickness of his cock as though he
were thrusting his hand into a small Vaseline filled glove.
	But this was still not enough for the lunging negro.  He had
to have more from this proud little white bitch who wouldn't even
have spit on him if she had met him on the street.  He wanted her
bent to his will, completely bent to his will.  He raised his hand
high in the air as he continued the powerful in and out strokes he
had established, and brought it down hard against her quivering
white buttocks.  The flat smack of flesh against flesh echoed like
a rifle shot through the room.  Susan's scream shattered the quiet
an instant later.
	"Move that lil' white ass, baby," he hissed be hind her.
"Move it good."
	Susan complied without hesitation.  She knew enough by now to
realize the first blow would only be followed by more if she
defied him.  Her buttocks rotated slightly with her first cautious
experiment with movement, and then, feeling no pain, she let
herself follow his rhythm, grinding and twisting her ass back
against his hard driving pelvis as though she were glued to it.
	"Come on, shake it, honey, shake it," he rattled through
tightly clenched teeth, as he felt her begin to react to his hands
digging into her gyrating hips.
	"Oh, oh, oh, oh," she exclaimed again and again, as she
bucked beneath to his command.  The sounds she made were muffled
and indistinct from her face buffeting hard down into the
mattress.  With his every hard forward lunge now, his thick black
cock which filled her cunt to the bursting point, flung her hard
forward against the restraining hands of the two negroes holding
her shoulders down to the bed.  She felt as though she were being
attacked by a giant ape who was pushing her thighs open to the
utmost angle and reaching to the deepest point in her belly with
his monstrous ever-growing cock.
	His fingers kneaded and squeezed at her buttocks with a wild
frenzy, jerking the imbecilic Stitch's fingers from her anus and
replacing it with one of his own in a hard cruel thrust into her
soft rubbery depths.
	"Aaaaghhh," she screamed unheeded.
	He swept and rammed into her with a growing frantic abandon
of sensation from the hands working at her every sensual part.
She could feel him thrusting more sadistically now, the sight of
her bucking body inciting him to greater and greater effort.  Her
breath had become one long continuous groan that was no longer
muffled by the filthy sheet.  She was droning it out into the room
her face turned sideways on the mattress so that he could look
down on it and see with lust-gleaming eyes, the effect it was
having on her.  Her lips opened and closed fish-like in torment,
half in humiliation and shame from the sudden uncontrollable
feelings surging through her, and half in fear that she would be
ripped asunder by the cruel hands coursing brutally over her body.
	There was suddenly another movement around her head, and she
could feel the mattress dropping in front of her face as a heavy
weight descended around it.  Fingers were fumbling with her lips,
trying to open her mouth and then she felt a spongy, wet sensation
pressing against her lips.  She jerked her eyes open and to her
horror saw, right in front of her face, a long black cock about
seven or eight inches long.  Coke, who could no longer take the
lust inciting scene of the white girl being fucked from behind by
Shorty, had sat back on the bed and wriggled under her face.  It
was pressed tight into his loins and his legs were splayed out on
either side of her shoulders.
	He lifted her head, with the flat of his palm pushing back
against her forehead, and with the other hand was forcing the head
of his prick into her mouth.  She mumbled in terror and revulsion
and tried to shake her head away, but he held her tight and she
could not move.  She could only clench her teeth and lips tightly
together and try to keep it away, but he was not to be denied.  As
he increased the pressure, it felt as though her lips were being
pushed back through the sharpness of her teeth.  He groaned and
struggled against their softness, feeling them parting, tiny bit
by tiny bit, until suddenly with the aid of an extra hard lunge
from the negro fucking her in the rear, she gasped.  The broad
thick black cock crushed through her soft, moist lips and into the
wet warm cavern of her mouth.  She could feel the hugeness of it
slithering tip the length of her tongue and filling her mouth
completely with its thick fleshy hardness.
	Coke, in his lust-incited state, began to slowly screw his
cock up and down toward her face with his thick prick sliding in
and out of her mouth.  His hands held her head in a vice-like
grip, with the palms pressed hard against her ears.  She struggled
mentally against the obscene rape of her mouth, but it was useless
as he quickened his thrusts to match those of Shorty fucking into
her from behind, never quite pulling it all the way out, but
always leaving a slight part of the tip beyond her lips in the hot
moist shelter of her mouth.
	Susan closed her eyes, her humiliation knowing no bounds.
She felt numb to the world around her, devoid of sensation.  In a
trance-like state, she watched the length of the long black cock
where it came out of the fly of his pants and jerked toward her
mouth like some horrible snake creeping from its hole in the
ground.
	"Suck, baby, suck," she heard him command harshly above the
top of her head ... and she did.  She was conditioned to following
their every command now from the fear of the pain that would
follow if she didn't.  Her lips slowly began to nibble at the
thrusting instrument, and she coughed and sputtered at first until
she became accustomed to the unnatural invasion of her mouth.  She
tried not to think about what she was doing, but it was impossible
not to.  His testicles bounced against her chin and there was
stale odor of sweat around his loins that filled her nostrils with
constant reminder of the cruel depraved attack she was being
subjected to.
	Behind her, Shorty could feel himself building toward the
end.  He knew it would be soon and began to fuck faster into her,
harder and faster, battering mercilessly the quivering cheeks of
her ass with his hard driving hips.  His hands gripped her waist
hard, squeezing the soft flaccid flesh into random crazy shapes
beneath his fingers.  His lips bared back against his teeth, and
he could not close his mouth.  His breath came in short stuttered
machine gun blasts that crackled obscenely through the dark room.
He stared down at her slender bucking body and bobbing head.  The
contrast of Coke's long black cock disappearing into the chalky
whiteness of her face, shot chills of lightening-like sensations
up the length of his spine.  He tore at her buttocks, stretching
the twin moons as wide apart as he could and watched his own long
black cock disappearing into the moist pink flanges of her cunt in
an exciting contrast of black into white.
	"Jesus, Jesus!" he sputtered, "Christ."
	As he worked demon-like behind her, his eyes flickered
smokily back to her tender lips clasping and unclasping around the
growing black cock of the negro in front, who was forcing her to
suck him.  Susan worked in a daze at the command of his fingers,
licking and sucking like a hungry child as he forced her to follow
slave-like with her lips, his every thrust into the tender shelter
of her mouth.  Her ravishment continued on and on at both ends of
her bent and tortured body as the crazed Stitch cupped and kneaded
her jiggling breasts hanging down beneath her bucking torso with a
cruel hard pressure that periodically jerked her mind from the
ceaseless rape of her other tender parts.
	The saliva in her mouth grew and grew.  It was becoming
slightly sticky now as small emissions of lubricating fluid seeped
from the end of the negro's cock into its warm depths.  She could
feel his hips 6 writhing and straining below her bobbing head as
though he were in the last spasmodic throes of death.  His long
sensuous fingers were curled tightly t in her hair slipping her
mouth up and down over the end of his thrusting fleshy instrument
as though it were another cunt into which he was venting the full
wrath of his animal-like lust.  She could feel it stretching and
expanding inside her mouth until there was no room left, and
moaned piteously around it as it thrust forward hard down to her
tonsils as though it were trying to meet the other hard cruel
prick skewering deep into her belly from behind.
	She had never felt so utterly used and debauched in her life,
and sucked with her mouth and wriggled her buttocks from behind
wildly to end it as quickly as she could.  There was nothing else
but that now, nothing but to please them as best her innocent
young body could, and pray it would be all they would demand.
	The negro in front of her jerked suddenly as though stuck by
a pin, and writhed his hips up tight into her face, sinking the
full length of his cock deep down into her gasping throat.  She
fought to breathe, but it was hopeless as suddenly his cock
erupted in the warm wet interior of her sucking mouth,
unintelligible sounds of profanity rolling from his lips.  His hot
thick liquid squirted into her mouth like the rush of raging water
through a small storm drain, and she sucked and swallowed, sucked
and swallowed, her cheeks inflating and deflating all the time
from the pressure of the bursting dam of sperm.  It lasted for a
seeming eternity, her mouth filled with the pungent taste of his
sperm and passion, and then it jerked a long last jerk, and
softened beneath her swirling tongue.  Her senses were gone and
she was hardly aware of it when a moment later his cock oozed in a
slimy soft mass of flesh from between her lips.  His hands pulled
her head limply forward to lay trapped against the whole of his
trembling loins.
	She could still feel its rubbery soft length pressed tight
against the cheek of her face, when she heard a grunt from behind
her.  She felt her thighs and buttocks swept wide apart in one
last ass-crushing rush, as the other negro fucking into her
mercilessly, shoved it as far as it could go in her belly and
began spewing his hot sticky liquid deep up inside her.  His mouth
opened wide with a loud uncontrolled, "Aaaaaaah," as she felt his
lewd sperm filling her vaginal passage with a great rush.  She
could feel it flooding hotly into her and filling the depths of
her womb until she thought she would burst inside.  There were
several convulsive jerks of his pelvis against the soft cheeks of
her ass, a desperate digging of fingers into the soft flaccid
flesh of her hips and then he fell forward over her back pushing
her face down across the exhausted and satiated negro who had just
forced her to suck him dry.
	There was no movement except for the stuttering sounds of the
moronic Stitch, masturbating by the side of the bed, his eyes
rolling wildly in his head as he too approached an orgasm.  There
was a movement of bodies, and Susan felt herself falling to the
mattress as Stitch slipped from under her and Shorty lifted
himself exhaustedly from her back.  There was a sudden cool rush
of air between her legs as his deflated penis withdrew from her
ravished and wet loins.
	She rolled over on her back and lay still, unable to move and
not caring.  She had never felt so debased and lost in all her
life as a horrible picture formed in her mind of what she must
have looked like, being buffeted between the two negroes like a
helpless rag doll.  Her body ached and she dimly felt hands
crawling over the wetness of her thighs, which were still moist
from Shorty's sperm.  She did not move and felt the lips of her
vagina being pressed apart again and looked up through half-slit
eyes to see the crazed Stitch kneeling between her open legs, his
long hard cock poised in his hand for entry into her.  She closed
them again, and drifted into semi-consciousness not caring
anymore.
	Then there was the vague sound of a hand smacking against
flesh and then an angry voice.
	"Ya stupid son-uf-a-bitch," Shorty snarled, "Duke said ya
couldn't fuck 'er."
	Then a defeated whimper and a weight lifting from between her
thighs.  Her eyes flickered open again for the briefest of
moments, and she shivered as she saw Stitch standing over her
naked body at the side of the bed.  He was stroking wildly with
his hand at his large black penis, locking his eyes insanely down
on the wet moist mound of her loins that glistened in the kerosene
lamp as though covered with a light coat of early morning dew.
She heard him groan and felt a sudden rush of hot sticky wetness
flooding over her naked breasts.
	And then, there was nothing.  As she drifted down into a
welcome protective cloak of sleep and exhaustion, just as she lay,
too battered and lost to even put her legs together.



                            Chapter 3

	There was no sun the next morning, and the low forest mists
surrounding the clapboard shack created an air of dismality that
seemed to permeate the atmosphere with a heavy cloak of doom.
	Susan sat huddled before the fire, draped in one of the