Mark Townsend - White captive

"Hey, what about the honky?" Duke suddenly laughed as he passed the bottle to Shorty. "Give'er a lil shot to warm'er up."

The negro laughed drunkenly and lifted her head from his lap by the hair and thrust the mouth of the bottle to her lips. She clenched them tightly shut in a vain attempt to ward off the terrible tasting substance, but he pressed harder, forcing her mouth open. The hot burning liquid sizzled down inside her and she coughed to keep from choking, but with each cough there was a further pressure on the bottle forcing more down the narrow confines of her throat.

"Hot damn, you better open another bottle," Shortly chortled as she swallowed defensively so that she could breath. "She's a guzzler."

At last, after a seeming eternity, he passed the bottle on to Coke in the driver's seat, but with each further round she was forced to drink her share. At first, it almost made her sick but with each gradual bit forced down her, it began to deaden her feelings. She found herself almost wishing it would be her turn again each time the bottle left her mouth. Soon it began slowly, but perceptibly, to deaden her sense of dread. A dread of what was almost certain to come.

Between his turns at the bottle, Duke let his hands play over the smooth rounded contours of her buttocks behind her, and in spite of the deadening effect of the alcohol, she still tried hopelessly to squirm away.

"Hold 'er Shorty, she's slipp'in, you bastard!"

And Shorty's hand came down hard on the back of her head, pressing it harder into his loins until the bottle carne around their way again. She could feel the car turning off the main road onto a dirt one. It was rough and rocky, and with each bump they hit she could feel the hardness of Duke behind her buttressing deeper into the open unprotected crevice of her behind. She knew he could feel her quivering beneath him, and had faint visions of what his black leering face must look like as he held her warm throbbing body in front of him to do as he willed. The obscene helplessness of her position, coupled with the warm dark liquid they had forced down her, caused a strange crazy fluttering deep inside her stomach. It intensified with each time Duke moved his loins behind her and the contact became more sharp. Her face ached slightly and her throat was bone dry.

"How much longer?" Duke breathed heavily, his hands cupping the round firmness of her buttocks beneath the thin veneer of her now torn and soiled party gown.

"Bout two miles," Coke answered tensely from the driver's seat. "But keep 'er down anyway, there's farmer's houses all along this road, and they sleep light."

"Don't worry none," Duke snorted gleefully, "She cain't make no noise. I got 'er tight."

"P-P-Pull 'er d-d-dress up," Stitch slobbered drunkenly with his head hanging over the seat. A weird unnatural glint shone in his eyes as they roamed over the figure of the helpless kneeling girl in the back seat.

"I gotta fuck 'er now," Duke hissed with a coarse impatient tone to his voice.

"Not now, wait'll we git 'er to the cabin," Shorty objected.

"Man, I jist cain't hold back, I gotta fuck 'er right now or my lil ole balls gonna explode." Duke intoned hoarsely as he felt the softness of her behind grinding back into him in her fruitless efforts of escape.

"Hang on, Shorty," he muttered, "I'm gonna slip her dress up."

"G-G-Go on, S-S-Shorty," Stitch stuttered escitedly. "F-F-Fuck 'er n-n-now!"

Susan, through the pale of forced drunkenness, squirmed hard against the negro's binding hands, but the slow seductive movement of her buttocks crushing back into the hardness of his loins only succeeded in sharpening his desire for her. She sobbed into the hand covering her mouth, and broke away from it with a jerk of her head.

"Oh God, please don't! Don't do it to me!"

Her piteous supplications were cut short again by Shorty's rough hand clamping down hard over her mouth. Further muffled cries were choked back deep down in her throat until only slight broken grunts of anguish could be heard coming from her flaring nostrils.

Duke reached down to her knees and jerked at the dress bunched beneath her on the floor. There was a low tearing noise as it suddenly ripped loose, fanning up the full length of her firm full thighs and up over the rounded white panty-covered fullness of her buttocks. Duke gasped and wriggled it over her hips to the narrow indentation of her waist. All the while Shorty held tight around her neck, his eyes bulging as each voluptuously smooth portion of her body came further into view.

"Pull 'er dress on up over her head," Duke coughed excitedly at him, as his trembling hands caressed the lust-inciting nakedness of her inner thighs. His nostrils flared in undisguised desire as his fingers coursed over the smooth silky softness of flesh where they joined her torso. He pinched her ass, momentarily delighting in the further groans it brought from her lips as she screwed back against him in pain. There was only a smooth narrow band of nylon lying between them now, bunched tightly in the crevice of her buttocks, and even in the dim interior light of the car, he could see silken tufts of her soft blonde pubic hair protruding from beneath the tight elastic of the leg-bands. The rounded globules of her behind stood brash and exposed to the lust-crazed eyes of all but Coke, who still hung tensed over the wheel as he maneuvered the car skillfully down the rough dirt road towards the forest in the distance.

Susan was half wild with fear now. Even the deadening effect of the alcohol could not protect her mind from the horrible truth of what was happening to her.

She was going to be raped!

Raped by a vicious gang of negroes who thought and acted like animals and had little compassion or feeling towards her or any other human being. Her buttocks quivered convulsively from the terrifying thought of what her fate was surely to be in a few short minutes. There was nothing in the world that could save her now. Her fate had been sealed the moment she saw the first stream of light from under the door of her mother's bedroom tonight, and there was no way to turn the time back now.

Oh God, if only it hadn't happened the way it did. If only her father hadn't died, if only Billy hadn't gone away. A thousand "ifs" rumbled disconnectedly through her tortured mind when suddenly she was jerked back to brutal reality by the touch of Duke's hands running up the sides of her almost naked body. He rounded them over the luscious flare of her hips for a moment, and then slid them slowly and harshly down to the slimness of her waist above her panties. Her skin was naked there, and she trembled as his breathing almost stopped behind her. She felt as though his eyes were boring right through her body, as the heat of his hands traced a path just behind their leering gaze.

"Man, look at that, jist look at it." Duke's face was contorted crazily as he spoke the words almost in a trance.

Thin lines of spittle drooled from the idiot face of Stitch, as he hung over the front seat, his eyes gleaming in vicious desire. Coke, behind the wheel, glanced over the seat and muttered something under his breath, then tromped down harder on the gas, shooting the car forward at a greater speed.

Susan groaned as she felt a hardness from Shorty's crotch rising under her cheek. He had followed Duke's instructions and pulled the dress over her waist and up to her neck where it bunched in a wrinkled ring of useless cloth. Now, in his excitement, he was roving his hands over her back that was bare from the shoulders down. The smooth velvet softness of her skin was broken only by the thin white brassiere straps that laced across her back, and the flimsy panties that stretched tightly over her buttocks. She could feel a small wet circle of seminal fluid seeping through the crotch of his pants from the hardness of his penis. It felt warm and sticky against her cheek, and as she tried to move her head away, he pulled his hand from her back and pressed her face tighter into his crotch until she almost lost her breath. He locked her head in position with one hand, while the other continued to rummage over her back, his fingers working clumsily at the clasp of her brassiere. Suddenly, without prior warning, it snapped apart, and her full young breasts, large and resilient, fell free.