Mark Townsend - White captive

"It's gitting late, baby," the negress suddenly broke the heavy silence, and touched Duke's arm. "Let's me and you go git in the bed."

Duke remained silent but it brought response from the others. Coke, obviously selected to be their spokesman, rose and walked over behind Susan's chair. He placed a hand on her trembling shoulder and spoke haltingly to the leader.

"Man, you got Jodie tonight, ain't no reason we cain't have the honky again, is there?"

Duke looked up at him and for the first time since the meeting had ended several hours earlier smiled.

"Yeah, man, theah's a reason," he said drunkenly. "She's sleepin' in my pad tonight."

Susan's heart skipped a beat and a sudden strange feeling of relief ran through her shaking body. It wasn't much, but at least she wouldn't be raped by all three of the others tonight. It was a shallow victory but one that under the circumstances was an important one.

"Baby," the negress on the other side of him pleaded in disbelief. "You cain't mean that. That's a honky bitch and we've all swore we'd kill 'em all."

"Shut up," he said angrily without looking at her. "When I say the word, don't you or no body question it."

"But, baby," she whimpered next to him. "We bin together a long time and done a lot."

"Shut up, I said," Duke snarled and slapped her hard across the face. "Ya heard my decision."

The negress sat with a stunned expression for a moment, hurt registering in her eyes and then… without the slightest warning… leaped panther-like across the table knocking the surprised Susan to the rough pine board floor with a crash. Her hands tangled wildly in her hair pulling savagely at it as though her very life depended on it. Susan tried to fight back but it was hopeless. The girl in her insane jealousy possessed the strength of a demon and scratched and bit at the shrieking white girl until Susan thought it would never end. It seemed an eternity but was only an instant until the shouting Duke wrenched the half crazed negress from her and threw her brutally across the room. She landed with a dull thud against the wall and lay sobbing out her misery in a piteous heap on the floor as the enraged Duke stood protectively over the trembling body of Susan ten feet away.

He glared over at the limp and quivering form of the negress as though contemplating the worst of all possible punishments and then snarled to the others so that the sobbing Jodie could hear: "You guys got 'er tonight," he said venomously, and then added, "Stitch, you first."

The light skinned negress' head raised from the floor, tears streaming down her face in utter disbelief. Her mouth gaped open in pain from the blow she had received when she hit the wall and she tried to speak but could only manage a piteous moan.

"B-baby, n-no, please not him, please."

But the combination of the frustration and humiliation Duke had gone through and the rebellion against his authority by her vicious attack on the white girl dulled his sense of mercy and he shouted at the disbelieving Stitch again.

"Fuck 'er you stupid son-uf-a-bitch, she's all yours."

There was no need for a second invitation. The imbecilic negro, spittle running from the corner of his mouth, covered the short distance between him and the prostrate girl with a single leap across the floor and landed heavily on her stomach, crushing the breath from her with a loud "ooomph". She tried to twist beneath him to escape but the suddenness and intensity of the attack was too much for the stunned Jodie and she lay writhing and twisting beneath his already humping body without the slightest chance of escape. Too much had been built up in his frustrated mind to lose the prize that was prostrate and helpless beneath him now. He had missed the white girl when all the others had had her and he had to be satisfied with masturbating over her ravished and beaten body. But now it was different, now he had something that he could vent his long smoldering lust upon. Something that he had always thought untouchable, and that thought incited his vicious attack all the more. It was the leader's girl, the one who had always lorded it over him and teased him in his idiotic ignorance and driven him half insane with her promised touches to his arm or a secret smile that she had given, safe in the knowledge that he would never dare touch her as long as she was Duke's girl.

But now, now it had changed. She was a Sheik's favorite suddenly thrown in anger to the camel drivers whom she had teased and tormented from afar for so long.

Susan watched in terror from the position in which she had fallen from the attack a few moments before. She wanted to cry out and help the girl but could not. It had all happened so suddenly and without warning that she was not really certain what was going on around her. Her mind would not work and she lay frozen, eyes agape at the terrible spectacle transpiring before her horror-stricken face.

The half-crazed Stitch, eyes bulging from uncontrolled animal lust, pulled the negress' half resisting body up to him and slammed his large thick rubbery lips on hers. It was savage and brutal and the tan skinned girl slipped away with the strength of a sudden burst of fear. He slapped her then, his face hard and vicious. The blow landed across her mouth with such force that she fell back to the floor her head hitting with a loud thud that resounded across the room like a cannon shot. Susan thought surely she must be unconscious, but the still struggling girl even then slipped from his grasp and was half-way to her knees before he caught her.

His second blow landed at the side of her head and was with his full balled fist. Her head jolted to the side crazily and she managed a half intelligible plea from between loose half-conscious lips.

"Duke, baby, don't let 'em, don't let 'em do it to me."

Susan looked to him, a silent plea for the negress in her own eyes but it was useless. She had picked the wrong time to question him and her punishment was final. He would not have interfered now even if he had wanted to, it was their law and could not be changed.

Stitch hit her again as the others watched gleefully from the distance of the other side of the room. They knew their turn would come soon with the luscious, haughty bitch who had lived under Duke's protection for so long and they would take their full measure of revenge like so many jackals feasting upon the remains of a once proud but wounded lioness.

Her body was half limp now and Susan watched in stunned horror as the crazed Stitch, frothing at the mouth from his passion began brutally tearing at her clothes. The half insensible girl did not stand a chance as her blouse and bra were brutally ripped from her still struggling body. Her full tan breasts fell free from the tight restricting binding and quivered nakedly in the air. She tried to rise but he smashed her back to the floor again, hooking his fingers in the top of her tight fitting slacks and ripping them down over her wildly thrashing ankles to the floor. Another vicious blow to the face stilled her for a moment and his hands tore the last of her protective clothing, her white nylon panties, from her with a body with a sadistic jerk. She was completely naked now and helpless before the brutal attack and lay almost lifeless beneath the jet black negro, her tan skin contrasting obscenely in the dim flickering light of the fire.

There was no resistance left but the pent-up passion of the dim-witted negro roared on. He rolled her to her stomach flat on the floor and muttering vague and unintelligible obscenities kneaded and tore at the soft yielding flesh of her buttocks, her back, and her thighs, with an insane intensity that brought tears to Susan's gaping eyes.

And then, with a savage jerk of her shoulder, he rolled her over again on her back and forced her legs brutally apart. He kneeled up for a moment between her full coffee colored thighs, dropping his pants to his knees with a quick movement of his hand, and then fell forward crushing her tan body with an animal-like grunt hard down into the floor.