Mark Townsend - White captive

There was a pressure against her ankles and she did not resist as she felt her legs pulled open wide until the tips of her toes were hanging down on either side of the wide double bed. The negroes finger poked at her asshole and she jerked automatically from the sudden pain.

"Relax," the negress hissed at her from by the side of the bed and lowered another burning cigarette before the girl's face. "Open your ass."

Susan gasped and pleaded silently for a second and then relaxed to be used as the slavering negro crouching behind her desired. She sucked in her breath as he dug at her anus again with his middle finger, insinuating it slowly and methodically into the depths of her rectum. She moaned and pressed her face tight into the mattress as she felt him slip it in harshly up to the first knuckle and begin to move it around sadistically in her tight contracting asshole. He dug his finger deeper and she cried out but the scream died in her throat as she saw the burning tip of the cigarette again before her eyes.

The crazed Stitch's finger had impaled her deeper and he began to grind it around down into her tightly constricted anal passage with a greater force now. She began to jerk her buttocks involuntarily to escape the cruel probing but her quivers only drove it deeper and deeper into her.

"Go on, Stitch," the impatient negress standing by the bed goaded, "Fuck her in the ass."

The negro slipped his finger from her rectum with a wet sucking noise and clasped his broad thick rod in his hand. He had never felt so excited in his life and his body shook as he looked down on the helpless white girl stretched beneath him, so vulnerable and open. He had waited a long time to get his turn at her while all the others had had theirs. Now it was his turn and his eyes shone frenzied and wild as he gently pulled at his huge black cock, bigger than any of the others by far, and he stroked to bring it to its full power. He wanted to go as deep in her as he could and show her he was just as good as Duke. He had heard her moaning and groaning under Duke last night as he had listened from the other room and knew he could make her like it too just as Duke had done.

He half lowered himself, half fell, down onto her back and she could feel his hands fumbling between them and pulling the cheeks of her ass wide apart. He lifted his ass in the air and she could feel the tip of his cock probing against her for several seconds, trying to find the tight puckered hole.

And suddenly he did.

He pushed forward and she felt a slight pop at her anus – and then – then a sudden spasm of pain so unbearable that she twisted and screamed, again and again, trying with all her strength to get away. Her buttocks were moving like a live animal thrashing about to escape but her jerks only helped to drive his huge black penis deeper and deeper inside her.

She could feel the pressure of the demented negro's body pressing down on her with a pulverizing strength, pushing her down into the bed, punishing the lovely white ass that waved back at his eyes. She bucked back up at him, trying to throw him off but as she bucked up, he rammed down and imbedded his thick, rock-hard cock all the way to the hilt in the soft flaccid tunnel of her ass.

"Aaaahhhggggg, God," she grunted in pain and continued her hopeless thrashing beneath him. She no longer felt human as the huge black cock ripped far up into her rectum, pushing against the bottom of her belly inside. She felt as though she were split open by a knife and her insides were torn and ripped as they had never been before. The pain was unbearable and she fought in wild desperation for a full minute longer against the brutal fleshy pole sunk in her backside and then with a final groan of hopeless surrender her strength failed. She collapsed in a limp mass of flesh beneath the body of the negro who had her pinned to the bed like a butterfly in an insect collection.

The sadistic Jodie bent down beside her on the bed and hissed in her ear.

"Like it in the ass, honky."

And that made it a million times worse, to know that she was watching it all and enjoying Susan's crude and inhuman humiliation at the hands of the half-wit. Her crackling laughter reverberated through the room like the voice of doom itself, urging the panting Stitch, who lay with his cock throbbing inside her, to rip her apart.

"How would Duke like that now, baby? Watchin' his little white honky gittin' fucked in the asshole." Her words of mockery and insult droned on until suddenly the pain in Susan's rectum from the giant entry began to ease a little. She still felt ripped and stretched there but the time he had lain on her not moving had given her anus time to gradually adjust to the unnatural invasion and her mind to clear a little. The jungle instinct of survival that lies buried deep in the mind of every human being as a throw back to that time eons ago when they too crawled upon the earth on their bellies began to reverberate through her brain.

Two could play the game the vicious negress was playing by appealing to the animal instincts of the half-witted Stitch. She too could do it. He was her only hope now to protect her from the horrible death or mutilation that was certain to follow her ravishment now. She had to get him on her side at any and all costs or her fate was sealed. And… there was only one way to do that.

Stitch suddenly groaned as he felt the white girls' anal muscles tighten around his long thick length buried inside her. His cock throbbed harder and he couldn't believe his senses when her buttocks began a slow methodical, but hardly perceptible rotation beneath him. He flexed his penis deep up her rectum in an answering signal to convince his skeptical and unbelieving mind that she was responding to him. He gasped as he felt it, felt her throb and tighten around like a warm fitting glove. His joy knew no bounds. He had conquered her and suddenly gasping and moaning in a new found delight, he jerked her almost weightless body up to its knees without losing the connection and began to saw rhythmically and deep far down into the velvety confines of her anus. He watched with disbelieving jubilance as the pinkish round skin of her puckered little asshole draw back with the long black shaft, clasping to it as though it did not want to let it go.

Susan knelt before him and prayed, prayed that her revulsion and humiliation would not betray her to him and that she could hold out long enough to convince him he had really conquered her will. Kneeling before him she began to undulate her buttocks in small tiny circles, waving the white full rounded cheeks back at him lasciviously like a red flag before a bull. And strangely, the tiny bit of whore in every woman suddenly broke forth into a tingle of masochistic excitement. She wasn't working for money but for her life, but it was all the same and she did not fight it. She wanted to enjoy it, she had to enjoy it, or he would know she was using him. There was still pain but it was strangely pleasurable and she found herself thrusting and squirming back to meet the obscene impalement and he jerked forward into her.

"Man, that honky likes it, Stitch," the ecstatic Jodie crooned from the side of the bed as she too mistook Susan's sudden gyrations as a sign of total and complete surrender to the sodomizing she was receiving from the huge ebony cools.

Behind her the impassioned and delighted Stitch groaned each time he surged up into her and she too was moaning beneath him and twisting and waving the whiteness of her ass back at him in a lewd invitation to fuck into her harder and deeper. Her face was turned to the side on the bed and he could see her teeth bared back in ecstatic delight, her tongue flicking out wetly in time to the increasing power of his long, smooth strokes into her that carried the full length of his long plunging rod of flesh. Her long, blond hair flowed out over the bed and periodically whirled in the air before his eyes as with a sudden or particularly hard thrust she would grunt and flail her head to the other side.