Mark Townsend - White captive

Jodie lay exactly as he had left her. Not caring about a thing. Her world had been destroyed in that sudden rush of decision by Duke to throw her to the others. Nothing mattered anymore and she lay with her legs wide apart and the raw pink crevice between her thighs open and her body naked to the eyes of all surrounding her in the dim light of the room. Susan could see the contempt on Duke's face as he calmly watched the battered and used body of the girl he had protected and called his own until a few moments before. There was no compassion in his eyes now and Susan sensed that tonight he was destroying all that he was leaving behind before he began the horrible holocaust that would result from his actions tomorrow in the ghetto. He had changed in the last hours since the meeting with the well educated and smooth talking negro who had made him look such a fool in the eyes of his own companions and Susan found her self no longer able to judge him as she had before. She knew he was going to demand things from her and she had prepared herself for that knowing that she had no choice other than to submit again to the others as she had last night. But now, now she was frightened more of him in the state of mind he was in at this moment. There was no telling what he would do to her in his sudden anger with the world.

There was a groan from the floor.

The naked tan body had moved and seemed to come back to life. Her head was raised from the floor and she was looking at the drunken Duke sitting in his chair at the table with hate filled eyes. Her mouth was contorted in an animalistic snarl that reeked of cold contempt.

"You weak-livered son-of-bitch," she spat up at him in her anguish. "You want that honky, you take that honky. But I'm gonna get her. I'm gonna make her pay like she ain't never paid before."

She lay for a second longer staling coldly through the distance that separated them and then slowly lifted herself from the floor. It was then that Susan could see how beautifully built the girl really was. It was a strong animal kind of body whose tight muscles rippled faintly under the thin tan skin that those of her kind always have and yet did not destroy the illusion of a perfect and soft femininity that appeared as though it would break if touched too hard. She was lithe and strong like a cat and had full ripe breasts that protruded out from her chest like two ripe succulent cantaloupes. Her waist was narrow and flowered out below to full boned hips that coupled with the firm, full roundness of her well formed thighs presented the most delectable picture of animal sensuality that Susan had ever seen. Her black flashing eyes added to the mysterious beauty she possessed but their hatred and the horrible threats spewing from her venom-filled mouth sent a cold chill of foreboding rippling through Susan's body. She knew the girl in her wild uncontrolled anger would go to any lengths to take her revenge on her if she got the slightest opportunity and her sole chance of survive all revolved back to Duke again. She had to stick to him at all costs now as her very life would be in danger if the fallen and humiliated negress ever got her under her control for even a second.

Involuntarily she found her hand snaking across the floor by her side and closing over the sitting Duke's ankle. Her fingers closed around it in a silent prayer for protection from the hate-filled eyes of the dethroned negress glaring at her. There was no one else to turn to, she had to hang on to him no matter what kind of humiliation and degradation she would be exposed to. He was the only one with the strength and power to save her now.

Duke smiled to himself through the haze of the alcohol as he felt the sudden pressure against the sides of his ankle. He knew instinctively what it took to bring a girl to her knees whether they were white or black. They were all the same and give them a little competition mixed with fear and they would come around. He had done this before between girls of his own kind and it had never failed. The anger of the one losing favor with the leader always drove the other into a dependency on him that she could not control.

And now it had worked again.

The little white bitch was groveling at his feet out of sheer terror of what would happen to her if he let the vanquished negress get at her. He would enjoy her tonight. Yes, he would take all she had to give and then some. After all, she was one of them who put him in the position he was in today. She was a honky and he kept telling himself he shouldn't forget that in spite of the softness he felt toward her. She was the enemy against which he would be going to war tomorrow and he couldn't let emotion interfere. But, even as the thoughts ran through his mind, he knew emotion would enter into it. She evoked a certain gentleness in him that he had never really felt before and he couldn't quite understand it. There had never been room in his life for this kind of weakness and he found it disconcerting to him. It had almost torn him apart last night when he had lain in the bed in the other room and listened to her piteous cries and squeals as his companions had fucked her until she couldn't walk but he had dared not interfere. He had lost her for that night in a game of his own choosing and the tight knit honor code that bound him and the others together would not permit him to refuse the stakes he had lost. But, he would not make that mistake again. She was his now for as long as he could keep her here. Jodie could keep the others happy for awhile and he would not have to worry about them. He was certain they had been looking forward to it for a long time the way she had teased them and all. They would be happy to really put it to her for a change. He knew they wouldn't be easy on her but it didn't really matter now. Nothing mattered anymore with what he had to do tomorrow. He was starting a war that would not end for years to come and was certain to lead to the total destruction of his people. The honkies weren't going to stand by and see Chicago, New York, and all the other big cities burned to the ground without getting mad and killing somebody. And… the thing that angered him most was the smooth talking bastard who had planned out the whole thing would be off safe in Detroit or somewhere where the action wasn't taking place. It was the people like himself that were going to die. Those that were too stupid to do anything else but be down where all the fire was going to be. He felt as though he were being used as he had never been used before in his life and also knew there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. A guy had to know about laws and going down to Cuba and places like that to get money and how to make speeches to get people angry so they would fight and die for something they were going to get anyway if they just waited a little while longer. He could do none of these things and he knew it. He could set up a heist on a corner grocery store or a parked beer truck and he could use a shive like no one else, but, that was all he could do. His usefulness in this new world had almost ended. Tomorrow would be his final act and he would be doing the only thing he knew how to do well.

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the tightening of the white girl's hand around his ankle on the floor. He looked up and could see the snarling face of the half crouched Jodie glaring through the distance over at her. She was ready to spring again at the cringing Susan though her legs were wobbly and the strength was almost gone from her body from the vicious screw she had just been given by the demented Stitch.

Duke spoke quickly.

"Git 'er, Shorty, fast," he commanded.

There was no hesitation and Shorty's body hurtled instantaneously across the room, intercepting the angered negress before she left her feet. They landed in an entangled heap in the center of the room with a loud crash. There was another "Oooomph" from the pain-wracked lips of Jodie as Shorty's full weight came dowel directly on top of her naked body. She jerked for a moment beneath him and then lay limp, totally devoid of all strength and power to resist.