Mark Townsend - White captive

"You know what I'm gonna do to ya, honky? I'm gonna let Stitch turn ya inside out for awhile and then I'm gonna carve ya up slow like, tit by tit, or what's left of ya when he gets through."

"Oh please, please leave me alone," Susan whimpered, sobbing up through her contorted mouth. "I didn't mean it. It just happened."

"This is jist gonna happen too, baby," she laughed. "Git it, a happening, that's what we're gonna have, a happening."

"No, no, I'll tell Duke when he comes back," the poor distraught white girl screamed in a last try at a courageous front.

"There won't be nothin' left when he gits back, baby," the negress spit coldly into her face and suddenly without warning rammed the burning cigarette she held in her hand hard into the bottom of Susan's foot.

She jumped and screamed against her bonds trying to escape the horrible, excruciating pain. The smell of burned flesh filled the room.

"D-D-Duke says to leave 'er a-alone," the wide-eyed Stitch, who had come running at the sound of the scream, protested from the door.

The negress looked back at him contemptuously and reaching forward with both hands ripped the remnants of Susan's tattered dress from her. Her large, firm breasts fell free into the air and Susan could see the idiot's eyes suddenly bulge at the voluptuous sight of the naked white body bound helplessly to the wall.

"Ya like that, Stitch, wanna try some of it, huh?" The negress taunted him as he stood in the doorway shaking from the sudden lustful picture of Susan cowering down in the corner away from the fiery negress.

"Show 'im what'cha got, honky baby, open them legs wide," the ecstatic Jodie commanded to her.

Susan did not move but she suddenly jerked again as the brightly burning tip of the cigarette was pressed hard into her arm.

"Aaaaaaaagggghhhh!" she screamed and whimpered against the torturous, searing sensation that seemed to cut all the way to the bone.

"When I says move, honky, you move," she heard hissed at her through her pain-deadened mind.

Susan's legs went limp and she let her thighs fall slightly apart from their own weight. She could feel the negress reaching down and grasping her ankles and pulling her as far out of the corner as she could get her with her hands still bound to the walls. Her buttocks scraped painfully across the rough floor and she moaned in protest but it was not heard.

"Now open 'em, baby, I want Stitch to see how nice and tight a real white pussy looks."

Reluctantly, with tears of shame and fear coursing down her reddened cheeks, Susan spread them a few inches.

"More, honky, more, Stitch can't see it, can ya, Stitch," she teased at him as his eyes grew wider and small beads of sweat began to form on his forehead.

Susan following her commands like a robot, spread her thighs wider but the negress, losing patience grabbed her at the ankles and jerked them hard apart. The poor girl sobbed again from the pain and humiliation, feeling the raw, pink flesh of her vagina stretched and open from the outward pressure against her legs. She was totally exposed to the trembling negro's gaze as his eyes locked in lustful desire at the tiny tight opening nestling in the sparse, soft field of blond cuntal hair between her legs.

"Wouldn't you like to sink that big black cock of yours right up in that tight lil pussy, Stitch, baby? Man, it'd feel like hot warm bacon grease slippin' around it."

Cowering in the corner, Susan had never felt more naked and frightened in her life. She was at the mercy of a mad-woman and a half-crazed idiot both at the same time and there was nothing that could be done about it. Her flesh still stung from where the negress had pressed the burning cigarette into her and she could not go through the horrible pain of that again. She would gladly die rather than go through this humiliation but she knew they would not kill her, not right away, anyway. The hate-filled Jodie was enjoying her sadistic revenge too much to listen to any kind of pleas for mercy, in fact she probably would enjoy it a hundred times more if she could get her to beg. There was no hope at all now for anything and she didn't try to stop the hopeless tears of humiliation and fright that were streaming down her cheeks.

She jumped suddenly as she felt a pressure between her legs. The negress had knelt down beside her and had brushed her hand against the tender flesh surrounding her vagina.

"She'd like you bettah than Duke, Stitch. Look at that how she jumps when she thinks 'bout you crawlin' on top of her and fuckin' her with that big thing of yours," and she thrust a finger hard into the moist opening of Susan's spread vagina, bringing another helpless twist of her body and a groan from her tortured lips.

"See, Stitch, see," the delighted negro girl cackled. "She loves ya."

"Y-Y-Yeah," the demented Stitch sputtered and Susan's eyes sprung open wide in fright as she suddenly looked up and saw him advancing across the floor with a lust-crazed look on his face and a great bulge in his pants.

"I-I-I'll f-fuck 'er," he mouthed wetly, not taking his eyes from between her legs where the grinning Jodie had expertly insinuated her fingers and was methodically massaging them around and around to widen the passage.

"Git 'er on the bed, man," the negress suddenly said, withdrawing her fingers wetly from Susan's cunt. She rose and taking a knife from under her blouse, slashed the bonds holding her to the wall, and lifted her by one arm to a standing position. "Now jist lay down there, baby, and ole Stitch's gonna give ya the best fuckin' ya ever had in your whole life. Jist like he did me last night," she added with a bitter sneer.

Susan hesitated and through the slit of her half opened eyes she suddenly saw the fiery glow of the cigarette pressing toward her firm, fear-throbbing breast. She leaped away from it and twisted half-crazily toward the bed. She could not stand it again, not the burning pain that had driven her half wild a few moments before. She would do anything, anything.

She landed face down on the bed where Duke had screwed her last night and lay quivering in fear and humiliation.

Oh God, would this horrible nightmare never end, ran helter skelter through her fevered thoughts. She'd rather die, rather die. But not tile pain again, she couldn't stand it. She would do anything!

She heard Stitch's clothes dropping hurriedly from his body as she remembered hearing Duke's last night and suddenly found herself wishing it were him again. At least, he had been human and gentle about it and for some strange unknown reason she had responded. It was animal-like, but still it had been a response. Now there was nothing but the shame and humiliation of lying here on this filthy, awful bed while the idiot Stitch finally got his way with her and the venomous Jodie egged him on to heap greater and greater indignities upon her helpless body.

She jerked as she suddenly felt hands on her buttocks behind. It was Jodie and she was drawing them slowly apart. Susan could not see her eyes but imagined them as burning and glistening like coal even in the light coming in through the window. She had wanted her revenge and she was getting it, getting it a thousand-fold.

"Look at it, Stitch, you kin fuck her here. She'll like it. It's a tight little asshole," Jodie crooned on, building the imbecile's passion to a point where she knew when it burst, it would burst into a sadistic and crazed violence just as she had been subjected to last night. She wanted to see this little white bitch get hers just like she had, only a hundred times more and before the day was over she would wish she were dead – if she weren't.

Susan felt the hands move away and they were replaced suddenly by wild slivering lips coursing all around her smooth, oval buttocks. He was biting into them without control, bringing tiny gasps of pain from her as she screwed her pelvis down into the mattress to try and escape. He pulled them apart with his thumbs and she could feel his long thick tongue snaking down and licking into the hot, slightly sweating crevice. He pulled and stretched at her asshole and she could feel the strain on the tight rubbery ring around it. It hurt and she felt lewd and obscene and her whole soul not just her body, felt naked and exposed to all the world as the crazed black form hovered over her buttocks behind and slobberingly plundered at the tiny brown puckered hole. But she didn't care now. Nothing was important anymore as long as she escaped the burning torture of the cigarette she could still smell burning behind her somewhere in the room as the vengeful Jodie stood and watched the whole obscene spectacle with hate-filled eyes glowing in savage satisfaction.