Mark Townsend - White captive

God, he had her.

She was his now to do as he liked for as long as he liked and even as he rammed into her now, weird pornographic pictures of the things he would do with her voluptuous white body later, filtered through his dim-witted mind and increased his pleasure that much more.

"Oooooh, oooooh," she moaned and grunted beneath him and he pressed forward as far as he could, pulling the soft cheeks of her ass wide apart to allow him to go deeper, and just holding it there. His cock was buried to the hilt up her painfully expanded rectum and he suddenly gasped again. Her hand had reached down under her body and was gently cradling his balls, scraping her nails over them in a maddening, teasing motion that brought saliva running from the edges of his mouth.

"Oh yes, darling, fuck it like that," she crooned through her tightly clenched lips as he gorged into her buttocks as hard as he could and rotated the giant blood-filled head deep around in her asshole.

Susan could almost feel herself splitting open from the power and pressure he was exerting deep down inside her but she gritted her teeth tight and did all the things she knew he would want her to do. She mouthed obscenities back at him and pleaded with him to do things to her with words like cunt, fuck, and shit. And all the time she thrust back against him, hiding her shame and humiliation in her grim determination to convince him she wanted it more than anything else in the world.

And she had.

Behind her, the still elated Stitch began to throb and ache in his balls where her fingers coursed over them. He knew he was close to cumming and he wanted it to be good. This little white bitch was his now and he had waited a long time to get her beneath him and he was going to enjoy it to the fullest.

Susan could feel his hugeness inside her stretched and expanded rectum growing and she knew what was coming. She knew he was going to shoot his lewd, hot sperm deep up into her helpless anus and she would have given anything in the world if there were any other way, but there wasn't. She would have to take it all inside her even if the humiliation and shame killed her.

The now crazed negro behind her began to fuck into her asshole with ever increasing speed. His hand ripped and pulled at the soft white rounded globes of buttocks like they were soft resilient clay in his hands. He spread the cheeks of her ass wide-apart and with bulging eyes watched the full black length of his pistoning cock split the whiteness of her anus like a soot covered train tunneling through a snow covered mountain. His cock felt as though it would burst, not just at the end but all along the full length where the rubbery tight walls of her rectum held it vice-like and hot. The white girl was mumbling and whimpering incoherent noises into the mattress, and, mistaking them for cries of wanton passion, he increased the vigor and power of his strokes until he was buffeting her forward into the headboard of the bed with cruel earth-shattering lunges.

Susan cried out in desperate prayer, unable to stop herself in the mad scramble of the lust-crazed negro to complete his orgasm.

"Oh God, ooooh God," she screamed, the sobs choking down her throat as she felt him jerk inside her and realized to her horror that the moment was here when he was going to explode inside her and fill her helpless and unprotected belly with his obscene, hot, cum and there was nothing in the world she could do about it but lay kneeling in front of him like a galley slave and feign a rampant passion.

"Oh, cum, darling, cum," she shouted back at his sweating body, wanting to get it over with, wanting to end it forever. There was a muffled gurgle from behind her and she felt his great throbbing cock burst like a dam as he gave one last tremendous thrust into the back of her upraised buttocks and emptied his hot sperm in wave after wave deep into the depths of her rectum. Susan thought the ejaculating instrument would never stop flowing into her and could feel the hot sticky fluid overflowing around his still jerking cock and forcing its way out the tight nether ring of her asshole that was clamped tight around the base of his throbbing black cock. Her humiliation and shame were complete. She had whored herself and didn't even know if it would save her. She gasped out a deep sigh of relief as she felt his deflated and limp shaft of flesh slowly withdraw from her flooded behind. There was a slight, wet, sucking noise as it slipped out from between the full white moons of her buttocks with a lewd slurping sound. Then a sudden rush of cool air into the wetness of her loins as she remained kneeling with her buttocks waving high in the air for a moment and then collapsed off to the side of the bed.

The satiated and ecstatic Stitch lay mumbling to himself in his elation over his conquest of the white girl. It was something incomprehensible to him and as unreachable as the moon but it had happened and he lay back with a half-idiotic smile on his face, reveling in his unexpected and first triumph over Duke, their leader. He had taken his girl away.

Susan lay with her chest heaving from the awful ordeal of sodomy she had gone through. Her whole rectal passage ached and felt torn and she could feel it burning slightly where the negro's strong, pungent seminal fluid formed a still warm pool deep up inside it. She waited, knowing that the moment was coming soon that would tell if it had all been worth it or if she had just let herself get fucked in that horrible way for nothing.

The moment came a second later.

"Now it's my turn," she suddenly heard hissed venomously from the foot of the bed. She looked down and her eyes opened wide in horror. The negress, Jodie, her face contorted in bitter hate, was standing there with a long sharp switch-blade held menacingly in her hand.

The reclining Stitch, a lazy self-satisfied smile still frozen to his face, raised his head and stuttered: "W-W-What'cha gonna d-do?" he asked, suddenly showing alarm as he saw the knife glistening in the sunlight coming through the window.

"I'm gonna cut her tit off. Then ya can fuck her again," the negress spat down at him.

Susan closed her eyes and prayed. It was all out of her hands now, her work had ended when the idiotic Stitch had emptied his loins inside her aching rectum. It was all up to him now.

"N-No ya ain't."

Susan's eyes opened slightly as she felt his weight rise from the bed and saw him place himself between her and the advancing negress. His hands were clenched into tight fists and the muscles on his back stood out in broad, powerful sinews that gave her sudden security. At least she had someone on her side even if she had to undergo this same horrible ordeal she had just experienced over and over again until the others returned.

There was a sudden scuffle and a cry and her hopes were shattered as quickly as they had formed. The lithe, quick negress had lunged forward and caught the passion weakened Stitch straight between the ribs with the gleaming, silver blade of the knife. Susan cringed down back into the mattress, her eyes open in horrified disbelief as he stood there for a moment, his mouth hanging open in shock, and then pitched forward dead on the floor with a dull thud that shook the flimsy walls of the shack.

The negress smiled again across the width of the bed.

"Nice try, honky," she rasped in hate, "but it was all for nuthin'. I'm gonna cut you up in little pieces, a little bit at a time."

Susan cowered back against the headboard of the bed, stunned at the sudden violent turn of events that now left her at the mercy of the deranged negress. She watched as a gentle bird hypnotized by the relentless approach of a silent hungry cat bearing down on it. She could not move and closed her eyes again to sweep away the horrible, insane vision of the glistening blade of steel now running with blood, held in the hand of the stealthy approaching negress.