Mark Townsend - White captive

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 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.