~Subject: WhtCaptv 09/10  "White Captive"
~From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor)
~Date: Fri, 04 Oct 1996 06:24:47 -0800
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories


from her even though it tortured him beyond his wildest
imagination and because he knew he had conquered her soul and she
was completely at the mercy of his desires at this moment.  The
chance may never come again and he tortured himself, holding back
the final plunge that would fuse them together in one great wet,
pulsating mass of black and white flesh, to wring from her that
one final admission of surrender that would bond them together as
long as she lived.
	But she had to know it, she had to be conscious of it or it
would mean nothing at all.  She had to remember that she had done
it, and done it because she had desired it more than pride itself.
He would be leaving this world tomorrow.  He could feel it because
after today he had no place to go but he wanted to leave something
behind that would make him live and that something would be
forever sunk deep in her belly and no matter what she did from
that moment on, no matter how many times after wards she was
fucked, his cock would always be there with the others.  She would
remember and that would make him alive again but she just had to
know it, she had to feel it within every pore in her body when he
gave it to her and there was only one way.
	Susan lay groaning in tiny unintelligible gasps that seeped
from between her tightly gnashed teeth like quick puffs of steam
from a laboring locomotive making it's way up a steep and
unclimbable incline.  Her body ached and she was vaguely aware of
a great black form hovering over her.  Her legs and loins were
wide apart and wet from a strange and delicious soft pressure that
she herself remembered vaguely placing there an eternity ago and
she hungered.  Hungered deep inside her contracting womb as though
it were a ravenous animal in a zoo waiting to be fed.  Other
animals were being fed and she could hear their cries of hungry
feast in the distance, merged with the tortured squeak of rusty
and ancient bedsprings in an adjacent room.  Dim pictures of a
tan, tortured form that she had seen ages ago, being crushed and
mutilated beyond all recognition between black sweating bodies of
ebony flickered through her hazy mind increasing the intensity of
the weird pleasurable hunger a thousand times more than when it
started.
	The negro levered up on his hands into a push-up position
above the slowly, undulating body of the white girl.  Her face was
contorted in indescribable rapture and her lips were pursed in a
wet rounded oval shaped with tiny wisping groans of half-conscious
pleasure escaping from around the soft pinkness of her tongue
circling moistly around the outside of her mouth.  He looked down
between the contrasting color of their bodies and could see his
giant throbbing hardness pressed blackly into the liquid saturated
folds of her pink and open cunt.  The silken softness of her pubic
hair surrounded the stump-like pole of flesh in a lust-inciting
mixture of blond against glistening black that caused his cock to
throb involuntarily against her.
	"Ooooooooh," she groaned unconsciously as she felt the wet,
moist contact grow closer.
	He strained for all he was worth against the all consuming
desire to ram forward at that very moment and impale her
instantaneously like a ravished white goddess on a stake.  There
was too much of her that he had not tasted and he wanted it all.
He would never have the chance again.
	He looked down at her large firm titties swaying out gently
towards her ribs and quivering slightly with each soulful gasp
that came from her mewling throat.  They excited him and he had to
have them in some way.  He slithered forward up her chest and
straddled her with one leg on either side of her ribs and gently
placed his throbbing black cock in the narrow cleft between them
so that her warm flesh enclosed it on both sides.
	Her eyes opened momentarily but flickered shut again quickly
as though she too were afraid of the strange spell that hung over
the room.  Her mouth still hung open crooning softly into the dim
light the candle cast.
	Duke's hands shook and he reached down and crushed the soft
resilient mounds between his strong, sinewy fingers, making tiny
ridges of white that stood up between their blackness like the
whiteness of a moon in the dark sky.  He kneaded and stretched at
them watching them ooze through his hands like firm, flaccid foam
rubber, soft, yet springing back into voluptuous shape the moment
his pressure lifted.  He pushed them together so that they met
across her body and formed a velvety, yielding tunnel in which his
cock was sensuously entrapped He pressed them hard so that the
nipples met at the top and then began a gentle rocking motion,
thrusting his whole rigidity through the warm, flaccid channel
formed by the firm, white rounded, tits.  As he pushed, the blue-
black head of his cock appeared at the far end of the warm, soft
tunnel and brushed gently against her chin leaving a tiny spot of
moisture each time it touched from the seminal fluid seeping from
it in his excitement.
	He kept up the slow rocking motion between her quivering
breasts for several minutes, feeling his penis growing and
expanding until he was afraid it F would erupt into a great
gushing fountain of sperm f before he was ready He had to force
himself to sit still for a moment and content himself with pushing
and pulling at the maddening softness of the two throbbing mounds
so warmly surrounding him.  He tweaked at the nipples and rubbed
them over the top of his cock together, one against the other,
watching with bared teeth as they jerked and throbbed into a
greater hardness that he had not thought possible.  At the same
time, he studied her face and the reaction it was having upon her.
	It was electrifying!
	Her eyes were open now and gazed unseeing up into the
darkness of the ceiling.  A thin smoky-veil of passion obscuring
their dilated pupils.  Her hips and ass writhed on the bed below,
her thighs limply kicking out and then drawing up again as though
searching for some invisible lover to draw inside of them.  She
was completely out of control and Duke knew that nothing he did
now would matter, she would accept any degradation he would force
upon her to quell the fire that was raging out of control in her
vagina.
	There was just one thing more before he fucked her.
	His eyes locked on her full red sensuous lips still muttering
nothings out into the air from her tortured need.  They were wet
and moist from her tongue swirling around them as she lay
suffering beneath him in unfulfilled desire.
	He wanted to shove his cock down in between them and
shuddered as the mere thought of that moist warm cavern closing
around it caused it to jerk and almost ejaculate where it lay
between her breasts.
	He moved up a little so that his knees were on either side of
her neck and his long black cock throbbed out directly over her
face, presenting her unseeing eyes a view of the pulsating sperm
filled ridge running beneath it.  His balls lay gently against her
moistened chin.  He sat still for a moment, feeling the firm
resilient mounds of her breasts squashed down beneath his
buttocks.  He did not move to give her mind time to adjust to the
change in position.  Whatever he did had to be slow so as not to
break the spell she was under.  If she ever returned to total
consciousness he knew her mind would fight the dictates of her
body and he did not want her in rape tonight.  He wanted her mad
with desire.
	He placed both his hands gently down behind her head and
lifted it up off the bed bending her neck up toward him so that
her face and mouth were poised directly in front of the
palpitating head of his cock.  He pushed forward slightly, his
buttocks rolling on the cushion of her breasts behind, until the
tip of his penis was pressed gently between her slightly open
lips.  He groaned as he felt the soft lipsticked surfaces brush
gently against the sensitive skin of the head Her lips closed at
the first touch and he held his breath waiting for a sudden cry of
protest ... but none came.
	Instead her lips fell limply open and her head pressed
forward of its own volition without his having to pull her to him.
The movement caught him by surprise as he thought she was beyond
moving at all and he watched with unbelieving delight as the tight
rounded ovals of lipstick covered mouth enclosed over the tightly
stretched skin of his cock.  He had never in his wildest dreams
ever thought he would see the day when he could look down and see
his jet black instrument skewering into the face of a white girl,
particularly, one as beautiful and innocent as this one was ...
and she was enjoying it.
	She had started using her tongue, slowly at first, and he
could feel it swiping around him, causing his cock to jerk inside
her mouth.  Her lips were soft and smooth and clasped tightly to
him in a close elastic ring.  He could feel them with pained
intensity moving down his prick and taking as much of him as she
could in her mouth and surrounding him with the hot moist warmth
of her saliva and the tender inner flesh of her tongue.  He
pressed his hands on either side of her hollowing cheeks and
pressed inward.
	She began to suck him with a moist, nibbling pressure and her
tongue licked and curled around him as though she had done this a
thousand times and all the hunger burning deep in her vagina was
now concentrated in one great gust of sensation in her mouth.
Duke above her flailing head groaned incoherently pushed his hands
tight against her cheeks.  He wanted her to make him cum and he
wanted to make her swallow it so that she would know later that he
had bent her completely to his will, that he had dominated her as
she would never be dominated again.  He flexed his loins in and
out at the near rounded open hole formed by her lips and rolled
his buttocks around on her flaccid yielding breasts as though he
were attempting to crush them down into her chest.  He watched
wild eyed from above as his black glistening flesh disappeared
into her clasping lips like it were another hungry, nibbling cunt.
He could feel all of himself, every nerve he possessed pulsating
and throbbing between her lips and into the moist cavity and
warmth of her saliva-filled mouth.
	His loins were growing hot and he was sweating between his
legs and still she sucked, keeping his prick in her mouth, burying
her face in his loins until he knew it was the end.  The pressure
building in his balls slapping against her chin as she worked in
her unconscious and passion was excruciating and unbearable and
his cock seemed to inflate and lengthen beyond anything it had
ever done before.
	And then suddenly, there was a jerk in his loins and nothing
in the world could have stopped the liquid white flow that was
rushing like a waterfall up from his aching balls and out the tip
of his jerking penis.  He gripped her head tight between her hands
and shoved his cock deep into her throat.  She groaned beneath him
as the first needle thin spurt of hot, fiery liquid flooded into
the back of her mouth filling the warm moist cavity, bloating and
stretching her cheeks until they almost burst.  Her throat worked
gluttonously, swallowing and sputtering to keep from choking on
the white sticky semen as he emptied his balls relentlessly into
the depths of her gullet
	Duke's body quivered above her as he felt the last of his
masculinity drained from his rapidly deflating penis.  He was
momentarily exhausted and had to brace himself with his hands
tangled in her hair to keep from falling to the side of the bed.
He started to lift himself from her but to his amazement she would
not let his deflated organ escape from her lips.  She continued to
suck gently, undulating her buttocks behind him down into the bed
and rubbing her legs hungrily together as he watched with
disbelief the thin tiny trails of white cum running down from the
corners of her mouth to her chin below.  He had never felt
anything like it and it seemed as though he had been completely
drained of all the strength and desire he ever possessed.
	But, after a short while his cock began to thicken again in
the soft, now slippery warmth of her mouth.  She licked it and bit
it gently, seeming to take delight in her power to bring it to
life again after its cataclysmic collapse.
	Then, when it had grown to full size once again and he
thought he could never make love again as long as he lived, he
felt desire begin to rekindle in his loins.  She continued to
nibble for a moment longer, swiping her slippery tongue around and
around it until she was certain it was restored to its full length
and power and then she let her head fall heavily back to the bed.
The rejuvenated instrument slipped wetly from her mouth a small,
thin string of semen still connecting her lips to it.  Her eyes
fluttered open and she looked up at him through smoky, desire
ridden pupils for a moment and then pleaded in a desperate
whisper:
	"Fuck me."
	The surprised negro wasted no time as he lifted his buttocks
from her tightly squashed buttocks and moved down the length of
her body.  He came to rest directly between her already open
thighs and reached down between them to complete the connection.
She was ready and there was no need to prepare her now.  He could
feel the wet, moist opening of her cunt throbbing in desperate
anticipation as with his fingers he guided his thick, black cock
straight into her.  He paused but a moment to part the sparse
blond pubic hair, now wet with excited secretions, with the head
of his penis and then with one long smooth stroke he rammed it
into her all the way up to her cervix.  There was not the
slightest resistance now from the number of times she had been
fucked since they had abducted her and he could feel the smooth,
wet walls of her cunt clamping around his cock so moistly and
firmly it almost drove him crazy.
	"Ooooooooh," she moaned and sang as he felt her entire
insides flowering open to recede him deep in her womb.  She was
groaning and murmuring incoherently now as he began to fuck
viciously into her, gritting his teeth with desire.  Her body
followed him and began to move in wild abandoned jerks beneath
him.
	"Ooooh God, Ooooh God, so good, 90 good!" she groaned as if
in anguish, her arms wrapped tight around his neck, pulling his
muscular black chest into the soft, whiteness of her breasts.
	He plunged his long cock up and up, deeper and deeper into
the warm soft cavern of her cunt, feeling the whole of her belly
flowering open before his onslaught as though she had never been
fucked before in her life.
	Her whole body jerked and twisted and she moaned incessantly,
her face contorted in ecstatic passion.  Her mouth moved
ceaselessly and her nostrils flared in untamed, animal desire that
had taken hold of her body as though it were writhing in the
throes of an epileptic fit.  Her forehead was covered with a light
coat of glistening sweat that had broken out beneath her
disheveled long blond hair.  There was nothing that could stop her
wild race for fulfillment now and the negro fucked like a mad man
to end it for her.
	"Oooh God, yes, yes," she cried up into the room as he
slithered his strong, sinewy hands under the wildly pumping cheeks
of her ass and cupped them tightly, raising them up off the bed
for greater access to her open and pleading loins.
	He squirmed down into her from that position with all the
strength of his hips and thighs and could feel the smooth, raw
flesh of her cunt clasping and unclasping like a heart beat all
around his hot, bursting cock.  He fucked into her from the tips
of his toes and rammed the last inch of thick black cock
thundering up her hole, bringing a new ecstatic moan from her lips
that resounded through the room like the cry of a wounded and
dying animal.  Her nostrils flared again and her eyes, open wide
now, gazed glassy-eyed and unseeing up into the darkness, a wild
and unsatiated desire burning lustfully in them.
	He pulled his head back so that he could watch the white
girls face.  It was something he did not want to miss, the sudden
and humiliating surrender of her whole being to a black boy who
had snatched her off the street in the middle of the night and
fucked the shit out of her, without ceremony, in the back seat of
a car.  And now ... now she was twisting and writhing beneath him
unable to control at all her wild desire to be fucked and
humiliated by that same black boy.  Her face was wildly contorted
with passion and her lips bared back tightly over her teeth with
greater and more desperate sounds coming robot-like from deep in
her savagely heaving chest.
	Her arms which had been wrapped tightly around his neck, her
nails digging desperately in his back, slithered down now and dug
demonically into his muscular, thrusting buttocks as they pounded
down into her open and unprotected loins.
	Wet smacking noises resounded through the room with each
cruel pile-driving lunge he made into her and blended in tempo to
the sounds coming from the other room where the other three
negroes were without letup, raping and ravishing the every open
entrance to the fallen Jodie's body.
	Duke could hear her screams resounding through the open door
and it drove him to greater desire to heap all the obscene
indignities he could on the white girl grunting slavishly beneath
him.  He ran his hands from the smooth, hollowing cheeks of her
ass down to her thighs and between them to the soft, soaked, pubic
hair surrounding her cunt to feel the clinging lips of flesh which
held and throbbed around his cock like a tight rubbery mouth and
was running with moisture which overflowed wetly down the wide-
split crevice of her ass.
	Her body was slippery from the sweat of the wild untamed
gyrations of her ravenous body and her head flailed uncontrollably
back and forth on the dirty, soiled sheet beneath them.  Her mouth
was wide open in ecstatic abandoned she had become something
crazed and inhuman as she twisted and churned, spreading her legs
wide apart and jerking them up to her shoulders, egging him on.
	"Oh, oh, deeper, harder, fuck me, fuck me," she begged,
gasping as if she were close to death.  She was nearing her orgasm
and swung her soft, tender thighs up and wound them voluptuously
around his back, waving her ass in uncontrolled abandon from side
to side and spiraling her cunt up and down crazily on his plunging
and hotly growing black cock.
	"I'm curing!  I'm cuming!" she suddenly squealed with a high
pitched gasp of intense passion and locked her ankles in a death
grip high up behind his laboring back.  At the same time her arms
snaked tightly around his neck and smashed her open abandoned
mouth to his where he could still taste the pungent flavor of his
sperm that he had spurted into her throat such a short time ago.
Her body arched and she held tight to him, not moving but
quivering and jerking around him in a pulsating rhythm that spewed
her orgasmic fluid out around his still hard driving cock and down
the wide-split crevice of her ass soaking his balls as they
slapped hard into her tiny puckered anus.
	Though he had been sucked dry a few short minutes ago the
wildness of the white girl's orgasm had started a slow aching
pressure deep within his balls again and he gripped the cheeks of
her still rotating ass and squeezed with a crushing strength,
feeling her cringe as great gasps of passion began spewing from
his own throat.
	"Oh, oh, oh, oh," he rasped and groaned and increased the
viciousness of his strokes so that his pelvis smacked like a
wooden paddle hard against the ragged pink flanges of her loins
and his hardened black cock dipped deep down into the far, far,
hidden recesses of her pulsating belly.
	He felt himself cumming and throwing his hands down behind
her knees, shoved her soft, tender thighs up over her shoulders
and ground as far down into her open and yielding cunt as he could
go, bringing groans of left over passion from her lips still
locked tightly to his.  Her arms still clasped him in their death
grip, the ache in his baits was unbearable.
	He had to cum now or he would die!
	He gasped into the moistness of her mouth, felt the bursting
at his loins, heard her whimpering cry and the tightening of her
arms around his neck, and then, with a deep soul-shattering grunt
that went on and on into her mouth, he exploded inside her,
shooting his hot, liquid sperm deep down into the liquid depths of
her open and receptive womb.
	They lay still then, locked in the lewd embrace of love for
seeming forever though it was only minutes, their interlocked
limbs presenting a vivid and strange picture of black fucking
white.  And then he rolled off her sweat soaked body, noticing her
chest still heaving from the effort of their final orgasm.  He
wanted to say something to make it nice but there was nothing he
could think of.  They were worlds apart and he saddened at the
thought that the only equalizer between them now lay limp and wet
between his thighs.  He reached down and pulled the ragged, filthy
blanket up over both of them and then turning his back on the
white girl, went to sleep.



                            Chapter 5

	Susan awoke to the sound of a squirrel running across the
roof of the shack.  At first she lay still, her blurted eyes
looking toward the ceiling in con fused thought.
	Where was she?
	It didn't look like her ceiling at home, the powder blue one
with the tiny white flowers sprinkled over it that seemed to bloom
right there in the room when a bright sunny day came.  No, she was
somewhere else and there was a different odor.  A strange one that
she had never smelled before, like, like something raw and savage.
She started to move and then groaned under her breath.  Her
muscles were so sore between her thighs that she could not move
them and lay still again until the pain went away.
	Her stomach felt funny and filled.  It was all warm inside as
though there were a gently glowing coal implanted there which did
not burn but still emitted a soft, soothing heat.
	She moved her arms to stretch and suddenly froze!
	There was something next to her and it was soft and warm like
another body.  She held her breath and turned her head slowly to
the side.  Her mouth gaped open as suddenly her eyes focused in
the early morning light on a muscular, ebony back lying on the bed
next to her.
	And then she remembered.
	She clenched her eyes tightly shut and remembered it all The
beginning with the other three negroes viciously raping the girl
the leader had thrown to them; her intense fear and groveling for
protection; and then finally, the wild twisting and churning of
bodies and sensations.  She had succumbed to those sensations, her
inhibitions and prejudices totally destroyed by the ordeal she had
been through in the last several days.  And that was the smell,
the smell of raw and consummated sex that covered both their
bodies from the wild orgy of salacious pleasure they had gone
through last night.  And she remembered too the eruption in her
belly as he had spewed his hot sperm deep up inside of her as she
had urged him on with her lips, thighs, ant.  That was where the
heat, the heat and warmth came from that she still felt so vividly
this morning in her belly.  It was the great pool of white warm
liquid that he had emptied into her and buried deep inside her
that made her feel that way.  Vague fears of becoming pregnant by
him flickered through her mind but were overshadowed by the sudden
realization and humiliation of knowing she had wanted it.
	She had begged him to do it to her and had urged him on with
all her physical being like a whore he may have dragged in off the
streets.  She was frightened of the others and that excused her
submitting to him but nothing could excuse her sudden lapse into
an uncontrollable passion that deadened her every sense of
righteousness.
	A sudden low moan came through the partially open door from
the other room.  It sounded as though someone were dying, like the
sound that had started all of this when she had been attracted to
her mother's room a few nights ago.  She lifted the cover slowly
from her side of the bed so as not to disturb the soundly sleeping
negro and slipped quietly to the floor, picking up her tattered
dress and slipping it down over her head as she did so.  She did
not bother with the panties and the brassiere, they were too torn
and ripped to do any good anyway so she left them in a pile on the
floor where they had been flung in such haste last night.  She
tip-toed to the door and peered through the open crack into the
room and suddenly gasped at the depraved sight that greeted her
eyes.  They were all naked, with Coke and Shorty sound asleep in
the chairs around the table.  The negro girl lay flat on her back
on the bed with her thighs wide apart and the imbecilic Stitch's
head resting between her legs and against the mound of her pubic
hair, sound asleep.
	The girl's eyes were still closed but she groaned now and
then as though on the verge of coming awake.  Susan's thoughts
raced a mile a minute.
	This was her chance!
	And, it may be the last one she would get.  She still didn't
know what they intended to do to her but guessed they would have
to kill her.  She knew too much now and even the strong desire and
liking that Duke had for her could not protect her from the basic
logic that they could not afford to let her go.
	She held her breath and moved the door slightly, testing it
to see if it made a noise.  It did not.  She pulled it open slowly
and slipped into the other room, her bare feet moving cat-like
across the rough pine board floor.
	A board squeaked!
	She went rigid and her heart stopped beating but there was no
sound from the sleeping negroes to indicate she had disturbed
them.  She continued her tip-toeing toward the front door and
lifted the latch gently.  It opened easily and she pushed her way
silently out to the front porch, leaving the door open for fear
her closing it would awaken them.  She could see the small dirt-
roadway a short distance down from the house and thought if she
could make that she might be able to stop a passing farmer's truck
or something before they discovered she was gone.
	She had just reached the bottom step, her heart pounding in
her throat, when the unexpected happened.  A slight gust of wind
caught the light clapboard door and blew it shut with a loud
crash.  She had no choice but to run, and run she did as fast as
her tortured and wobbly legs would carry her.  But again, as when
they had abducted her from the street, her attempt at escape was
useless.
	There was shouting from the house as Duke had awakened and
sounded the alarm.  She heard racing steps on the porch behind her
and again the pounding of feet at her back.  There was a rough
hand clasping at the back of her neck and it was all over.
	Shorty caught her and dragged her bodily back to the house.
He still had no clothes on and was naked from head to foot.  The
others were rapidly throwing their trousers and shirts on as she
was pushed sobbing through the door.
	"See, Duke," the Negress, now sitting up in the center of the
bed shouted in a loud shrilly voice.  "I tole ya, ya couldn't
trust no honky bitch.  She's plays all up to ya and then runs away
the first chance she gits."
	Duke looked at Susan without malice.  She could see he
understood why she had tried it but he would have to do something
drastic to protect himself in the eyes of his gang.
	"Tie 'er up in the bedroom," he said simply, jerking his
thumb toward the room in which he had ravished her willing body
last night.  "And make it good," he added.  "Showing his concern
for their security to the gang."
	"Aw, fuck man.  Why don't we jist git rid o' her now.  We
gotta git goin' in a few minutes, man, if we gonna make it back to
finish up in time fo' tonite."
	"We ain't gittin' rid o' her," Duke said coldly to the short,
squat negro.  "We're leavin' 'er here."
	"Man, you crazy," he responded incredulously.  "She'd have
the fuzz down our necks befo' we got two miles."
	"Stitch and Jodie can stay here and guard her.  He'd only git
in the way anyhow."
	Cold shivers of sudden deep fear ran down Susan's spine as
she heard his words.  She was going to be left with the Negress
and the idiot!  She wanted to scream out and plead with him not to
do such a cruel and horrible thing.  Her life wouldn't be worth a
thing and if they didn't kill her they would do terrible things to
her that would make her wish she were dead.  She looked horror-
stricken around the room and her eyes met those of the Negress.  A
cold, cruel light of sadistic delight shone in them and Susan knew
she didn't stand a chance of living through the day if she were
left alone with her.
	"Please, d-don't leave me with them," she pleaded, tears
streaming from her face in piteous profusion now.
	"I gotta," he answered.  "I need the others."
	And then, turning to Stitch and Jodie, he said in cold,
threatening voice, "If anybody touches 'er they'll answer to me."
	There was a silence and then Duke, apparently satisfied that
his authority would prevent them from doing anything to her,
ordered Coke and Shorty to get ready to leave.
	Susan was tied securely in the bare corner of the bedroom,
her arms bound by rope to two steel eyes in the wall, obviously
used as towel racks by the previous occupant.  It was
uncomfortable and stretched her arms high above her head out on
either side of her but at least it allowed her to sit on the floor
Not many minutes later, Duke opened the door and looked in at her.
	"Don't worry none, I tole them not bother ya.  We'll be back
tonite."
	With that, he closed it and she was alone.  She tugged
against the bindings as soon as he was gone but they were secure
and she could not budge them.  After awhile, she heard the front
door slam and the car pull out of the driveway.  She began to
tremble knowing she was alone with the two negroes now and
completely at their mercy.  She knew the Negress would not leave
her alone and would take her spiteful revenge at the first
opportunity and the only slight, tiny hope she had was that
Stitch's fear of Duke would force him to protect her.  But, after
Duke's humiliation at the meeting with the well-dressed negro she
was not certain he could not be convinced otherwise.  She slumped
to the floor and hung her head in abject dispair.  There was
nothing else she could do.

                           *    *    *

	A long time later, and she was not certain just how long, she
was shaken from the hazy half sleep she had drifted into, by the
door slowly opening.  She held her breath and gasped as she saw
the Negress suddenly outlined menacingly in the door frame.  There
was an arrogant, self satisfied look on her face as she gazed down
at the helplessly bound Susan.  It was a long time before she
spoke.
	"I tole ya," she laughed evilly, puffing on the cigarette she
held in her hand.
	Susan mustered up her courage and decided she had better try
and bluff as long as she could.
	"D-Duke said he'd kill you if you touched me."
	The Negress laughed a mocking laugh and Susan didn't blame
her.  Even to herself the protest sounded weak and feeble as
though she herself did not believe it.  Her eyes widened as the
Negress suddenly began a slow half-walk, half-shuffle to wards her
tightly bound body.  lichen she was standing right in front of
Susan, she looked down at her contemptuously for a moment and then
with a lightning movement grabbed her by the hair and leaned down,
twisting Susan's pain wracked face up close to her own.  She held
her in the painful, neck-breaking position for a moment, her eyes
sparking with hate and then hissed into her face.
	"You know what I'm gonna do to ya, honky? I'm gonna let
Stitch turn ya inside out for awhile and then I'm gonna carve ya
up slow like, tit by tit, or what's left of ya when he gets
through."
	"Oh please, please leave me alone," Susan whimpered, sobbing
up through her contorted mouth.  "I didn't mean it.  It just
happened."
	"This is jist gonna happen too, baby," she laughed.  "Git it,
a happening, that's what we're gonna have, a happening."
	"No, no, I'll tell Duke when he comes back," the poor
distraught white girl screamed in a last try at a courageous
front.
	"There won't be nothin' left when he gits back, baby," the
Negress spit coldly into her face and suddenly without warning
rammed the burning cigarette she held in her hand hard into the