Mark Townsend - White captive

"That's enuff," Shorty suddenly warned, as he saw Stitch's fingers begin pulling open the cheeks of her buttocks and inserting themselves down inside. "I'm gonna stuff 'er now."

Susan lay trembling with her face pressed tightly into the mattress. Part of the tattered unclean sheet was clamped hard between her teeth to still the throbbing pain that raked her body. She lay cowed, unable and not caring to move. All thoughts of resistance had been crushed from her by the lashing belt that had played over her helpless body a moment ago. She had an urge to turn her head back, and look at them to show her defiance, but there was no strength left in her now. There was no further sense in prolonging the inevitable rape they were going to subject her to again. She had fought with honor, and they knew now that whatever they took would only be the spoils of a greater physical strength, not the conquering of her soul.

Let them take it, damn it, ran through her tortured and dazed mind. Let them rut into her beaten body if that's what they called victory! It was the only kind they would ever have!

Suddenly, she felt Shorty's hands coursing over her back, and she quivered again. She did not resist for fear of further pain. She knew that now her resistance could only be mental and would be a victory only within herself.

"Turn around, honky," Shorty commanded above her. "Take a look at what a lit' black cock looks like."

She didn't move or answer until she suddenly felt his hand tangling in her hair. He jerked her head up and around a few inches off the bed. Her eyes opened automatically and her face contorted in horror at the long thick black instrument that he held over her head. It was monstrous and webbed all along the underside with heavy throbbing veins, giving grim advance warning of the lustful state he had worked himself into during her beating. Her eyes trailed a slow path up the length of his torso to his face, a piteous and useless plea nestled in them, pleading for mercy. There was none. Nothing but a cold and unyielding face staring down at her.

"Like it, honky?" he tormented.

She tried to answer, but her voice was frozen somewhere deep in her chest.

"Like it, I say," he hissed again and twisted her hair viciously in his hand.

"Y-Yes, I like it," she finally managed to stammer through the pain and degradation.

"Well now, I'm gonna put it way up in that white lil' belly o' yours 'till ya can taste it," he grinned sadistically.

Coke and Stitch laughed nervously from excitement, thinking of what was about to happen. It had been different back there in the car when Duke had been laying it to her. They couldn't see it all in the semi-darkness of the car. But, now she was stretched out before them completely naked in all her youth and innocence… and they were going to watch her get fucked like they had never seen anyone get fucked before. Both their eyes glowed like hot coals in the shadows from the anticipation that had been building like a storm since they had first abducted her off the streets hours back.

"Hold 'er until I git it in," Shorty ordered nervously. His voice quivered from the salacious thought of what he was about to do to this virginal young white girl, and his long thick cock ached like it had never ached in all his life. He dropped to the bed and rolled across the full length of her back, his face pressed into the dean soft odor of her blonde hair that glimmered in the firelight.

Susan winced from the attack and began to struggle weakly, but unseen hands forced her back deeper into the mattress. Her arms were pulled to the sides of the bed and held in a vice-like grip that could not be broken. Shorty's knees behind her were slowly and relentlessly forcing her knees apart with a rough pressure that scraped the tender backsides of her thighs and calves.

She strained with all her power to keep them closed, but it was hopeless. She gave a sudden "oooomph", as the breath surged from her lungs, and her resistance broke. He dropped between her legs as they spread wide across the mattress, her toes hanging out over either side of the bed. A soft helpless moan escaped from her tightly closed lips as she felt the hardness of his penis make warm wet contact with the soft inner flesh of her thighs. He moved forward, insinuating the full length of it along the narrow wide-stretched crevice of her buttocks. Her shoulders were held down tight against the bed so that her struggles were limited to her lower torso. Her buttocks squirmed and twisted beneath him, inciting his lust to the utmost.

"Git up on yo' knees," his voice breathed into her hair.

She tried to stiffen her body more and pressed tighter into the mattress. Bitter tears of anger and fear ran from her cheeks, wetting the sheet under her face as she felt his smooth hot skin pressing dowel onto her, covering the full length of her prostrate body. She tried not to move now after the command, knowing whatever she did would only worsen her position.

A hand pushed down on the back of her head, pressing her face tight into the mattress. She struggled for a moment to breath but could not. She tried to cry out, but her mouth would not open. A faint dizziness swept over her from the lack of oxygen and she let her body go limp. The hand was released, and she gulped desperately at the air greedily filling her tortured lungs with welcome relief. Hands on her now relaxed hips pulled them powerfully up off the bed, another hand staying hard behind her neck to keep her breasts and face pressed harshly down into the mattress. By the time she fully recovered her breath, her buttocks were waving high off the bed behind, and she made a momentary and fruitless lurch forward to flatten them again. The hand pushed her face tight back into the mattress cutting of her breath as before.

She relaxed and ceased her struggles. She knew she would eventually give in the end, anyway. There was nothing left now but horrible humiliating submission to their every obscene desire. Her body was a helpless toy to be used as they wanted in their animalistic quest for satisfaction… satisfaction that would only cease when they had exploded their hot liquid desire deep inside her soft and resilient body that was now beyond all resistance and care.

Kneeling behind her, Shorty gazed down at the full white moons of her buttocks stretched up in sacrificial offering to him, with eyes bulging wide in hot uncontrolled desire. God, he had never seen anything like it. His balls tingled and ached, and he longed to thrust forward into the narrow teasing slit swinging into the air before him right now without further hesitation. But he couldn't. He had waited too many hours to get her like this, helpless and kneeling like a slave in front of him… he had to get the most from it.

The negro held himself back, purposely torturing himself for the moment in anticipation of when he would thrust forward and slide his throbbing black cock deep between the full white moons of her proud little white ass swaying gently and defeated before him. She was an arrogant little bitch, and he wanted to break her more than anything else in the word. He wanted to feel her squirming beneath him, needing him as much as he needed her. That 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.