Mark Townsend - White captive

She walked to the end of the block and aimlessly turned toward the park. The night was half warm, and she didn't notice that she had left her coat hanging in the hallway back at the house. Her bared shoulders chilled slightly from a periodic breeze that brushed over them, but it didn't matter now. There were too many things to think about and her tortured mind just couldn't absorb all of them at one time. Some of them would just have to wait until she could get away and do some thinking under less trying circumstances. And, get away she must. She could never face Richard again, much less, marry him. Not after she had seen his father taking turns with another man ravishing her own mother. It was almost incestuous, and the horrible thought brought forth more bitter tears of anguish which streamed down her face unnoticed.

What could she do? Where could she go? She only had about eighty dollars from various graduation presents, and nothing else. The money her father left her was in a trust fund, and she wouldn't even begin drawing money from the interest income for three more years when she would be twenty-one. It was out of the question to try and borrow any. Anyone she knew that had enough money to lend her would question her about it, and she couldn't let anyone know she was going to leave. She was certain her mother would try to stop her even under the circumstances that had occurred tonight. She had a social position to protect in the community, and there were those who would frown on her having a runaway daughter on her hands. No, she must think of something else.

Billy!

The thought came to her like a flash. She knew he would take care of her if she could just make it to San Francisco where he was living. He didn't have much money, she knew that, as he had been sending home for it as often as he could get it. She had even sent him some of her own money quite often before Dad died but her mother had stopped giving it to her afterwards when she found out. From that time on, her mother had sent it to him, and had given Susan just enough to get by on herself. She was certain it was because her mother was jealous of the close relationship she had always had with her brother, and didn't want her to be able to do anything for him when he needed it so badly. In fact, the money he demanded had reached almost unbelievable proportions in the last few months, and she couldn't imagine what on earth he could be doing with that amount. He was supposed to be writing as he said he was doing, and shouldn't have the need for the quantities he requested.

His letters had become more and more desperate, and she was certain he was in some kind of serious trouble or he couldn't possibly spend that much. The worst part of it was that her mother had begun to cut down on the amount she sent him in order to force him to come home and in the last week he had sent his requests direct to Susan. She had written him about the will their father had left and tried to explain the best way she knew how the reason why she thought their father had not left anything to him. Still, she had detected a note of bitterness in his answering letter. He simply could not see why it should make a difference to Dad that he had left home right in the midst of his illness when it was almost certain he would die.

Billy had never felt that his father had really loved him because he had been so strict with him. But Susan knew it was just an attempt on his part to make a man out of Billy, in spite of their mother's coddling him since childhood. In fact, this had been the biggest bone of contention between her parents during their marriage, and she knew that this had driven her father to giving her more and more attention as time had gone on. It had been a natural thing and she hadn't regretted it, except that it had alienated her mother from her but after what she had seen tonight, she was glad for that. She didn't care if she never saw her again as long as she lived. She was nothing but a "damn whore" and probably always had been. Susan felt she owed her nothing, not even her loyalty or love anymore. Billy was the only thing she had left in the world, and she had to make him understand about the will and why it really didn't make any difference between them because she would share it all with him anyway.

"Ride, baby?" a coarse voice suddenly broke through the darkness.

Susan jerked around to suddenly find herself staring into the shadowed face of a negro, speaking to her from the open window of a car. The headlights were out, and it had coasted to a silent halt next to her. That was why, in her deep concentration, she had not heard it approaching.

"You look lonely, baby, all by yourself out here in the woods," the voice said in a sinister tone.

It was then that she noticed in sudden panic that she had walked beyond the park and was approaching the outskirts of town. The houses were few and far between, and she was walking now by a large vacant lot with the nearest house almost half a block away. Even then, the lights were all out around her and there was no one she could turn to. She mustered her courage, and continued walking in spite of the violent tremors that were beginning to run through her body. Perhaps if, she could just reach the next house, she would have a chance to awaken someone if she had to scream.

She heard the shift of gears as the car pulled up alongside of her again. It was then that she saw the others out of the corner of her eye. There seemed to be four of them with two in the front seat and two in the back seat. She quickened her pace slightly, trying not to go too fast, for fear of showing her fright. She knew the moment she did this they would lose any hesitation they had about molesting her. It seemed to be something innate in human nature that made those with the slightest advantage over another to put it to full use. She knew this only too well with the actions of her own mother to her since her father's death.

"I think she's a stuck-up little bitch, Duke," a face now hanging from the back window said. "She's not even answer'in ya."

"We just ain't offered her nuthin' yet, boy. What d'ya think she's worth."

"How kin we tell, you idiot, we cain't even see 'er. Give us some light." Susan's heart was pounding almost through her chest as she saw the beam from a flashlight pierce through the darkness, and play upon her body. She involuntarily moved faster as she sensed with horror the tiny bright spot playing across her breasts for a moment, and then down to her soft, well-rounded buttocks. She was really frightened now and knew they meant business.

"Look at that cute li'l ass, Duke. How'd ya like to get yore hands on that."

"Man, that'd be like squeezin' silk. I'll put in four bits for my share."

"Me too," chimed several times through the car, the voices mixed with lewd giggles of enjoyment at the torment of the defenseless girl on the lonely, dark street.

"Honey, that's two dollah's you can make yo'self in about fo' hours. One hour a piece. Whadya say?"

There were further chuckles and louder laughter from the car as it moved slowly along side her, keeping just abreast of her pace.

"We might jist take it otherwise, honey," came a threat from the front seat. "Now you wouldn't w'ont us to do nuthin' like that, would'dya?"

"It's only one fuck a piece if you come with us nice like, baby, we promise," the one called Duke chimed in. "But if you don't, we jist mite take all we want."

That was the end.

Susan could stand the horrible insults no longer, and suddenly from sheer panic, broke into a desperate run. She pulled her skirt up to her thighs and ran as fast as she could toward the darkened house that was still over a quarter of a block away. Her high heels impeded her speed and she tried to kick them off as she ran, but could not without losing her stride.