Martin Jones - Black captain

"Your husband is just across the hall, the door beside the red and white striped chair," he offered.

Prudence turned back to stare at him in surprise. He said nothing more, only smiled in a patronizing way that angered her now. Ooohhh, he was hateful! He had gotten his way with her, and now he was going to play the superior, conquering male! She turned back into the pillow, a sob choking her throat so that she could not have spoken even if she wished. But she listened to him as he finished dressing and then listened for the sound of his leaving. Was Douglas really across the hall? Could she find a way to get to him? And if she did, and if she told him what had happened, what would he say?

It was not long before she heard the door open and close. She knew instinctively that he was gone. And she knew, too, that if it were at all possible, she must get to her husband and hope to God that together they could find some way to understand what was happening to her and why she had fallen so easily into the clutches of their kidnapper! Surely, under the circumstances, Douglas could not condemn her! There had to be some logical explanation. Perhaps it was even voodoo!

Prudence jumped up from the bed once she was absolutely sure that the captain had gone. She searched in her bag for her wrapper and put it on, then tried the door! It was not only open but there was not a single guard posted outside! What was going on? Looking down the hall, Prudence easily saw the red and white striped chair. It was only a door down on the other side. For a moment, the little blond hesitated. What if this were some kind of trick! But what kind of trick could it be? Why?

She crept across the hall to the door that was supposed to lead to her husband's room and hesitated. She was still unsure, and so she waited for some sound that would clue her in on the occupant. There was dead silence. Prudence looked around her in every direction and then leaned down to squint through the keyhole when she found that the door was not entirely closed, and with a slight push she was able to open it just enough to get a look inside. Suddenly she heard a male voice. It sounded like Douglas, but of course, it couldn't be he!

"Just relax," it said. "I'm going to open you up with my fingers and then stick my hardened cock right up inside your ass, and you're going to love it!"

"Mmmmmm," a woman's voice moaned in reply, and Prudence could not resist cautiously peeking around the edge of the door. Her stomach collapsed at the sight. She couldn't believe her eyes! Her husband and some black woman, some complete stranger, were… were fucking! In her rage of jealousy, it was all Prudence could do to keep from rushing in right then and there. But curiosity played its part in refraining her. She wanted to see just exactly what Douglas was going to do. It looked to her like a shockingly perverse relationship!

The black woman on the bed evidently didn't think it was so perverse. Prudence could see them clearly, and as the hallway was dark and they were turned away from the door, she figured they wouldn't be able to see her. The woman was lying on the bed, a couple of pillows propped up under her ass to raise it way above the level of her head. Ambassador Harper, Prudence noted sarcastically, was kneeling between her widely spread legs, his forefinger obscenely probing the tightly puckered hole in her ass! He was dipping his outstretched finger alternately into her seeping cunt and then into the tight little entrance between her asscheeks. As the woman hissed in low sibilant sounds, he gradually opened the tight nether crack far enough to get his finger up into it all the way to the second knuckle.

He actually grinned at his partner, the older black woman, her short dark hair fanned on the sheets. "Do you like it, Eflo?" he leered, grinning at her and obviously delighted at her willing response. "Just relax now, baby, and it will get even better," he told her with an authority his experience did not warrant.

Eflo? Prudence thought jealously. What kind of name is that?

Suddenly Douglas rose up on his haunches between Eflo's legs and dipped his massively erected cock into her widely opened cunt, finked it in and out several times in preparation, lubricating it so that it shone like shimmering water in the sun and then pressed it up to the black woman's finger-widened asshole. Gently, but very firmly, he spread her asscheeks with his thumbs and then pressed his rock-hard cock to the tightly clasped crack.

Eflo groaned and caught her breath as he drove forward into her, and Prudence watched from the doorway, gasping in horror as her husband's massive fleshy white rod disappeared completely up into the tiny inter-folded circle between Eflo's wildly jerking jack-knifed thighs.

"AAaaaggghhh, noooooo!" the impaled woman protested as her young sandy-haired white lover drove onward without waiting for her to adjust. She flailed her arms and legs so violently that the watching young wife thought she would forcibly knock the white man out of her.

"Oooohhh, Douuuuuggggglasssss! It's too biiig! Take it oooooot! Please, baby, take it oooooot!"

Baby? Prudence remembered that Douglas had called the woman that also. Well, he wasn't going to explain to her that he was under duress!

"Just relax, Eflo," Doug coaxed, not wanting to stop now that it felt so hot and good.

But the frenzied girl squirmed wildly on the bed, obviously wracked with intense pain. To subdue her, Douglas clamped his hands about her knees and locked her to him in a widespread vise. His loins then pushed even higher up into her tortured asshole, his face twisting with lust. It was incredible! The feeling of mastering her as the helpless prisoner, impaling her like a squirming wild animal on his own lust-thickened sword of a cock thrilled him!

He could feel her rubbery resistance resisting his every inch forward, but he was too strong for her. As he pushed, her resilient rectal flesh gave way, gradually succumbing to his masterful force. Despite himself, he enjoyed her pain! It added to his pleasure. Sadistically he smiled widely to himself and thrust as hard as he could into the tender recesses of her hard-won asshole.

"Uuuunnnggg," he moaned as he reached the final destination. "Oh, God! This is something else!" he shouted.

Once in as far as he could go, he leaned into Eflo's long black thighs spread so far apart that she could feel the tendons of her nakedly straining inner legs pulling brutally. It had happened too fast. He hadn't prepared her properly, and she felt like her whole insides were being ripped apart.

"Nnnnggghhhhhh!" she cried out. The pain was unbearable. "Douglas, you've got to let me go! I'm going to die," she screamed. "I can't stand the painnnnnn!"

But the sandy-haired white man was beyond hearing. The ecstasy of the tight hole was driving him wild. He had never let go of himself like this before and he couldn't stop now! His thickly swollen prick was held fast by the tenaciously gripping muscles of the black woman's rectum, growing inside it as he moved his lust-engorged cock in a slight churning motion inside her. He strained back and forth in his grimacing partner's helplessly protesting rectum, pushing so hard that the tiny tight muscles gave way to each fuck and pause in time to Eflo's anguished moans.

"Aaarrrrrrggg! Oh, Douglas, you're killing me! It hurts so baaadddddd!"

However, her cries were just goading him on. Suddenly he felt that she deserted all she was getting. This whore lured me into this, seducing me when here I am a married man! He could feel his desire-hardened cock sliding all the way forward now, high up into Eflo's tight canal, unmercifully pushing the tiny ridges of anal flesh before it as it went. The helplessly pinioned black woman shuddered with a gigantic spasm of pain, and Douglas could see her face beyond her heaving tits contorted in agony. Her arms were flailing ineffectively about her face, and her eyes were swollen with the tears his lewd ass-fucking had summoned. And as he churned back and forth over her pillow-raised loins, she seemed to lose the strength to fight him. Douglas, suddenly worried, began rubbing his thumbs over the opened exposed area of her pussy flesh above his fucking cock, hoping to give her some of the pleasure needed to enliven her once again.