Mark Townsend - White captive

She had begged him to do it to her and had urged him on with all her physical being like a whore he may have dragged in off the streets. She was frightened of the others and that excused her submitting to him but nothing could excuse her sudden lapse into an uncontrollable passion that deadened her every sense of righteousness.

A sudden low moan came through the partially open door from the other room. It sounded as though someone were dying, like the sound that had started all of this when she had been attracted to her mother's room a few nights ago. She lifted the cover slowly from her side of the bed so as not to disturb the soundly sleeping negro and slipped quietly to the floor, picking up her tattered dress and slipping it down over her head as she did so. She did not bother with the panties and the brassiere, they were too torn and ripped to do any good anyway so she left them in a pile on the floor where they had been flung in such haste last night. She tip-toed to the door and peered through the open crack into the room and suddenly gasped at the depraved sight that greeted her eyes. They were all naked, with Coke and Shorty sound asleep in the chairs around the table. The negro girl lay flat on her back on the bed with her thighs wide apart and the imbecilic Stitch's head resting between her legs and against the mound of her pubic hair, sound asleep.

The girl's eyes were still closed but she groaned now and then as though on the verge of coming awake. Susan's thoughts raced a mile a minute.

This was her chance!

And, it may be the last one she would get. She still didn't know what they intended to do to her but guessed they would have to kill her. She knew too much now and even the strong desire and liking that Duke had for her could not protect her from the basic logic that they could not afford to let her go.

She held her breath and moved the door slightly, testing it to see if it made a noise. It did not. She pulled it open slowly and slipped into the other room, her bare feet moving cat-like across the rough pine board floor.

A board squeaked!

She went rigid and her heart stopped beating but there was no sound from the sleeping negroes to indicate she had disturbed them. She continued her tip-toeing toward the front door and lifted the latch gently. It opened easily and she pushed her way silently out to the front porch, leaving the door open for fear her closing it would awaken them. She could see the small dirt-roadway a short distance down from the house and thought if she could make that she might be able to stop a passing farmer's truck or something before they discovered she was gone.

She had just reached the bottom step, her heart pounding in her throat, when the unexpected happened. A slight gust of wind caught the light clapboard door and blew it shut with a loud crash. She had no choice but to run, and run she did as fast as her tortured and wobbly legs would carry her. But again, as when they had abducted her from the street, her attempt at escape was useless.

There was shouting from the house as Duke had awakened and sounded the alarm. She heard racing steps on the porch behind her and again the pounding of feet at her back. There was a rough hand clasping at the back of her neck and it was all over.

Shorty caught her and dragged her bodily back to the house. He still had no clothes on and was naked from head to foot. The others were rapidly throwing their trousers and shirts on as she was pushed sobbing through the door.

"See, Duke," the negress, now sitting up in the center of the bed shouted in a loud shrilly voice. "I tole ya, ya couldn't trust no honky bitch. She's plays all up to ya and then runs away the first chance she gits."

Duke looked at Susan without malice. She could see he understood why she had tried it but he would have to do something drastic to protect himself in the eyes of his gang.

"Tie 'er up in the bedroom," he said simply, jerking his thumb toward the room in which he had ravished her willing body last night. "And make it good," he added. "Showing his concern for their security to the gang."

"Aw, fuck man. Why don't we jist git rid o' her now. We gotta git goin' in a few minutes, man, if we gonna make it back to finish up in time fo' tonite."

"We ain't gittin' rid o' her," Duke said coldly to the short, squat negro. "We're leavin' 'er here."

"Man, you crazy," he responded incredulously. "She'd have the fuzz down our necks befo' we got two miles."

"Stitch and Jodie can stay here and guard her. He'd only git in the way anyhow."

Cold shivers of sudden deep fear ran down Susan's spine as she heard his words. She was going to be left with the negress and the idiot! She wanted to scream out and plead with him not to do such a cruel and horrible thing. Her life wouldn't be worth a thing and if they didn't kill her they would do terrible things to her that would make her wish she were dead. She looked horror-stricken around the room and her eyes met those of the negress. A cold, cruel light of sadistic delight shone in them and Susan knew she didn't stand a chance of living through the day if she were left alone with her.

"Please, d-don't leave me with them," she pleaded, tears streaming from her face in piteous profusion now.

"I gotta," he answered. "I need the others."

And then, turning to Stitch and Jodie, he said in cold, threatening voice, "If anybody touches 'er they'll answer to me."

There was a silence and then Duke, apparently satisfied that his authority would prevent them from doing anything to her, ordered Coke and Shorty to get ready to leave.

Susan was tied securely in the bare corner of the bedroom, her arms bound by rope to two steel eyes in the wall, obviously used as towel racks by the previous occupant. It was uncomfortable and stretched her arms high above her head out on either side of her but at least it allowed her to sit on the floor. Not many minutes later, Duke opened the door and looked in at her.

"Don't worry none, I tole them not bother ya. We'll be back tonite."

With that, he closed it and she was alone. She tugged against the bindings as soon as he was gone but they were secure and she could not budge them. After awhile, she heard the front door slam and the car pull out of the driveway. She began to tremble knowing she was alone with the two negroes now and completely at their mercy. She knew the negress would not leave her alone and would take her spiteful revenge at the first opportunity and the only slight, tiny hope she had was that Stitch's fear of Duke would force him to protect her. But, after Duke's humiliation at the meeting with the well-dressed negro she was not certain he could not be convinced otherwise. She slumped to the floor and hung her head in abject dispair. There was nothing else she could do.

A long time later, and she was not certain just how long, she was shaken from the hazy half sleep she had drifted into, by the door slowly opening. She held her breath and gasped as she saw the negress suddenly outlined menacingly in the door frame. There was an arrogant, self satisfied look on her face as she gazed down at the helplessly bound Susan. It was a long time before she spoke.

"I tole ya," she laughed evilly, puffing on the cigarette she held in her hand.

Susan mustered up her courage and decided she had better try and bluff as long as she could.

"D-Duke said he'd kill you if you touched me."

The negress laughed a mocking laugh and Susan didn't blame her. Even to herself the protest sounded weak and feeble as though she herself did not believe it. Her eyes widened as the negress suddenly began a slow half-walk, half-shuffle to wards her tightly bound body. When she was standing right in front of Susan, she looked down at her contemptuously for a moment and then with a lightning movement grabbed her by the hair and leaned down, twisting Susan's pain wracked face up close to her own. She held her in the painful, neck-breaking position for a moment, her eyes sparking with hate and then hissed into her face.