Mark Townsend - White captive

She choked and sputtered for a single, long held minute, and then, he emitted a coarse, deep-throated moan and his hot sticky sperm shot in a thick warm jet deep into the confines of her open, sucking mouth. He held her head in front of him with a strong vice-like grip until he had emptied himself completely into the once proud queen's sperm filled mouth and then sank helplessly back onto the floor behind him.

His soft deflated cock slipped with a wet sucking noise from between her cum covered lips, a thin string-like trickle of white still connecting them together. The hollows of her throat worked for long moments afterwards, swallowing in great gulps the liquid white fluid he had creamed into her throat.

Susan's horrified mind was jerked suddenly from the lewd, obscene sight of the negro cumming into the helpless girl's mouth by a pair of hands that had reached under her armpits and were suddenly lifting her from the floor where she lay. She was half aware of being dragged across the rough pine board floor toward the bedroom where her dimly aware mind knew it was her turn to be fucked again into insensibility as she had been last night on the bed in the filthy unkempt bed in the corner. She started to scream but it was choked deep down inside her chest by the sudden realization that if she did it would only make matters worse. She half struggled to her feet to ease the pain of her legs scraping against the floor and half walked, half staggered, in the arms of the drunken now lust incited Duke to the bed where she knew she must pay her ticket to safety from the other two negroes who were even now lifting the prostrate form of the used and humiliated Jodie to the bed for further and even more obscene acts of sexual depravity.

Susan dimly heard the door shut behind them as Duke kicked it shut with his foot. It didn't stay completely closed but swung open slightly so that it didn't shut away the piteous moaning sounds of the distraught Jodie being assaulted again on the bed where Susan, herself, had been so bitterly humiliated last night. She wanted to cry out and plead with him to shut the door to take her mind from what was happening to the poor negro girl and what was about to happen to her. But she dared not make a sound now as the tone of the negro leader's mood had changed and she was frightened of what he might do if she uttered the slightest protest.

He pulled her toward the bed against the wall and let her drop face down across it. She hadn't the strength or sense of will to move and listened as though in a trance as she heard him stripping the clothing from his dark, muscular body and drop them heavily to the floor. The heavy metallic belt buckle hit with an incongruous thud that caused her to jump slightly from the surprise of the sudden, coarse sound. Then there was silence, except for the occasional male grunts of passion mixed with whimpering feminine protests coming through the door from the other room.

Susan tensed her body and waited for the touch of his hands on her back but there was none. Instead, he stood for a long moment looking down at her in the dim light from the candle he had lit before removing his clothes. She didn't have to turn her head to know he was studying her as she could almost feel the hot trails of desire and admiration his eyes left behind them as they roved over her reclining form.

"You're pretty," she suddenly heard through the screams coming from the other room and her first reaction was to turn her head and see where the strange, suddenly tender, voice came from. It was Duke as she could see no one else through the hazy blurred vision of her straining eyes. But it was a Duke that she did not recognize from the tenderness with which he spoke. The very softness of his voice sheared the harsh ghetto accent away and made him something else, something human that she had mysteriously felt in him but had not seen until this instant. It unsettled her and yet confused her thoughts. She had considered them nothing but a bunch of wild animals that roamed the streets taking what they wanted by virtue of their strength alone just as they had abducted her and used her as they wished. But now with the sudden tenderness of the leader, whom she had feared most of all because of his power of life or death over her, she was no longer certain.

"I hope they didn't hurt 'cha," he spoke again, making no move to approach the bed even though he had prepared himself to take her.

"No, no they didn't," she found herself saying without thinking about it, then realizing it was the first time she had spoken voluntarily except to plead for herself since she had become their captive.

She felt the bed give beneath his weight as he sat down beside her when he heard her speak. She cringed away from his nakedness from habit though she was not as frightened by it as she had been in the beginning. There was really nothing more for her to fear except death itself. They had done everything to her that was imaginable and she was not so certain that perhaps death now wouldn't be preferable to facing the world again after the brutal and sadistic sexual depravities she had been subjected to since being taken from the street last night. Yes, she thought, death would be preferable if it did not involve pain because she could not stand that and knew she could be bent to their will with it anytime as she had been last night by the brutal beating she had received with the leather belt.

His hand came to rest softly on her back and surprisingly to her, her body did not jerk automatically away. She had been so beaten and abused in the last twenty four hours that she supposed nothing could really move her now unless it were being thrown to the others to use as an obscene plaything as before. Yes, she was much better off with Duke than the poor Jodie, whose pleas for mercy from the other room had now changed to soft helpless groans of outrage at the indecencies being committed on her helpless body. Susan found herself wondering what they were doing to her now and shuddered as she pictured all three of them hovering over the prostrate girl's form on the bed, each pleasing themselves in a different way as they had done with her last night.

Duke's hand moved slowly on her back, mistaking her slight tremble from the lewd picture that had formed in her mind, for the beginning of surrender. The half drunken negro was right. The girl had surrendered but not for the reason he so much wanted her too. The will to resist had been totally destroyed because there was nothing else he could do to her that had not already been done. She could stand the threat of sudden pain no more and her fatigue-wracked body was almost beyond feeling anything but the desire for the peace from which it had been so cruelly disturbed when it had been thrown into the car by the gang of negroes so long, long ago. She was his, both mind and body now and the tenderness with which he touched her helped quiet her fears of further pain so that she lay and let him play with her as he wished.

The negro, sobering slightly from the sight of the voluptuous young white girl stretched languidly on the bed beside him, gazed down at her with an almost religious reverence. He would have given anything in the world at that moment if he could have possessed something like her under different circumstances. The whiteness of her skin made no difference but it was what she stood for. She was clean, innocent, and untouched, except for the rape she had been subjected to by force and that didn't count. And even now he would have given anything if it hadn't happened and things could have been different and he had been born in another world. He might have had her then, or at least one like her, that he could have won on his own merits the way a woman should be won. Now, with tomorrow so close and the job he had committed himself to do, he knew it could never happen. Particularly, after today when he had gotten a glimpse of what the new an black world run by the new breed held in store for him. That is, if he even lived through tomorrow. A lot of people were going to die and he knew it. People he had grown up with and known all his life, perhaps even one of his younger brothers or sisters who would undoubtedly wander down to see the excitement.