Mark Townsend - White captive

He sat up on top of her, an expectant grin playing lewdly across his fat thick lips. He too had waited a long time until Duke tired of this haughty little bitch and threw her open to the others. She had swished her teasing little ass around too much showing them what she had and knowing full well she wouldn't have to pass it around. Well, by God, now she'd get hers. He had often thought of those tight little well formed tan lips closing over the head of his long black cock and what a picture it would make.

Well, now he was going to see. He was going to make her suck him until she made him cum like a bull in that proud little mouth that had been too good for him and the others while Duke was protecting her. He felt a sudden jerk beneath his pants as he visualized her swallowing his hot warm load as he spewed it all the way down her throat. He reached down and ran his hands greedily over her neck, feeling the smooth tight hollows giving before the slight pressure he exerted. He circled his thumbs up over the full sensuous lips and pushed them gently apart to see the pink moist flesh of her tongue that would soon be circling around the hardness of his throbbing black penis like that of a coiling cobra.

Susan could see his eyes burning in a lewd reflection of lust that again made her body tremble for the safety of the poor girl trapped beneath the weight of his thighs. She knew she should be grateful for the attack she had just been saved from but her mind would just not accept the horrible and crude thought of what was about to happen to the negro girl again. Her civilized training repelled the thought even though she was an avowed enemy that would have no more mercy upon her than a hungry she-wolf if she ever got her under her control.

"Now, baby," she heard Shorty chuckle evilly down into the prostrate Jodie's face. "You and me gonna play games like you ain't nevah played before."

The limp body of the negress shuddered even as she lay limp beneath him. There was a certain horrified acceptance in her face because she knew there was no hope whatever of escape from the hopeless position she was in. Besides she had already been humiliated and defiled by the gang idiot to the point where nothing else mattered much. It could never be as bad as it had when she had to lay there and let him pump his lewd sperm deep up in her belly just like any common street whore that he had bought for a dollar down in the ghetto.

No… further resistance was useless. She had lost her protector and perhaps it was better to please as best she could to get them on her side for the revenge that she vowed to herself was going to follow.

She had to get that little white bitch if it was the last thing she ever did in the world. She was the one who had toppled her position as queen of the gang and made her end up as being nothing more than a sadistic screw for those members of the gang that had been so inferior to her before and would never have dared touch her if the white bitch had not taken Duke from her.

Yes, she would give it to them, all they wanted and how they wanted it, but she would take her revenge when she got the chance she knew was bound to come if she waited long enough. She would make the sweet little honky wench suffer as she was suffering now and know the indignities she was going through. There would be no mercy when her turn came and she would make certain she got it good, good and hard, right up to her white little tits.

"You better be good, Jodie," Shorty was sneering above her. "You bin a hot little pants jist waitin' for me, ain'cha?"

She glowered up at him with eyes of contempt and he reached down behind him and put his hands backwards between her thighs and forced them slowly apart. She let herself go, opening her legs before his harsh pressure and gritting her teeth trying to hold back the scream of revulsion building within her. He ran the tip of his finger up the slit of her vagina, still moist from the fucking Stitch had given to her a short while ago. She just lay still and let him do it to her.

"You ain't fightin' no more, baby," he leered down at her. "Ole Shorty gittin' to ya?"

The negress closed her eyes from the pressure against the sensitive lips of her cunt and her face was impassive as though she wished she were dead at this very moment. The negro sitting across her naked stomach ran his hands gently, almost reverently over her hips and belly and then suddenly lost control and squeezed them with a cruel hard force that brought a sudden squeal from her lips.

"Man, I never expected to git any o' this so soon," he grinned down at her nakedness beneath him. "But I ain't gonna fuck ya where Stitch done shot into ya. Baby, you gonna suck me till it runs outta ya ears."

His head dropped suddenly and he bit hard into the round softness of her breast. His teeth sunk cruelly into her firm flesh making her jerk and squeal again. He laughed at her sudden pain and moved his mouth down over the smooth flatness of her belly biting into the softness of her skin all along the way.

Susan watched with a vague detachment now. She had felt horror for so long that it was no longer horror and there was nothing she could do but lay still and watch.

The negress was squirming in earnest now attempting to escape the sharp nipping teeth biting into her. She pushed at the muscular negro's head with all her remaining strength but it was useless. He, like the imbecilic Stitch, had waited too long and the prize of taking this haughty young bitch wasn't going to pass through his hands now.

He leaned up above her and looked down again at her naked flesh stretched beneath. His hands ran up over the narrowness of her waist and massaged at the firmness of her breasts again. It was obvious he was enjoying her torment beneath him and was delaying the final moment as long as he could hold out. He leaned back on his haunches and looked up and down the length of her tan body again. A slight gasp came from his lips as the full lovely symmetry registered in his gaping eyes. It reminded him, on a slightly slimmer and more muscular scale, of the white girl he had had with Coke last night except that Coke had got the sucking then. Now it was his turn to sink it between a set of warm soft lips and blow his balls deep down in her throat. This one would be particularly satisfying, he thought as he felt a hollow longing feeling begin deep in his testicles.

Jodie lay limp now that his teeth were no longer tearing into her flesh. There was a look of resignation on her face that indicated she had resigned herself to accepting the degradations he was about to subject her body to. She hardly knew he was there now and the only thoughts that ran through her mind were of what she would do to the little white honky bitch that had gotten her into this degrading situation. Her lips curled at the corners of her mouth and a grim animal hatred registered in her eyes as the thoughts raced through her mind faster and faster. There was nothing that would be too good for the white bitch and she would make certain with all her being that she suffered like she had never suffered before.

Shorty stood up and began stripping the clothes from his short ape-like body.

"Baby, this is gonna take a long time," he smiled arrogantly down at her. "So you jist relax and enjoy it."

He was naked now and stood above her with his long black cock standing straight out from his belly.

"Git up," he suddenly growled at her. "I wanna see what ole Duke's been gittin' all this time before I mess it all up."

The negress rose shakily to her feet without hesitation. She knew better than to fight now, that would come later when she was ill a better position. Revenge against the white girl thundered through her mind as the short stocky negro turned her around and around pinching here and there at particularly sensitive spots on her body and bringing slight winces of pain from her lips. His mouth and eyes gloated lustfully on the provocative curves that had taunted him for so long and now were within his grasp.