Mark Townsend - White captive

She gasped as he pulled the now useless piece of underwear from around her body and the two mounds of soft resilient flesh came into hard direct contact with the leather of the car seat. Her nipples sprang into a defensive hardness, their tiny bud-like tips throbbing from the sudden exposure to the coolness of the material. Shorty wasted no time. As he gaped at Duke's hands coursing hungrily over the rounded soft spheres of her buttocks, his own hand slipped around the side of her body, following the deep red welt where the bra strap had been. He cupped the full round ripeness of her right breast and squeezed it momentarily, bringing a groan from Susan's lips. Still not satisfied, he proceeded to pinch the small rubbery nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He rolled it tightly between them with a lewd grin on his face as he felt her face squirming with greater strength now trying to dislodge itself from his crotch. He continued to knead and pinch at her breasts with an ecstatic intensity until he was harshly interrupted by a loud threatening rebuke from Duke.

"You son-uf-a-bitch, stop it. I'm gonna fuck 'er," he almost shouted, fire burning in his eyes.

"I'm just feel'in 'er. I got a right to that too," Shorty replied defensively.

"Not when I'm gett'in ready to fuck 'er, you ain't."

"Knock it off, you two. There's plenty for everybody when we get to the shack." Coke pleaded from the driver's seat.

"I ain't wait'in," Duke announced, and glared at Shorty across the length of Susan's helpless prostrate body. "Now you jist hold 'er."

"Aw right, but I get 'er first when we get there," he relented grudgingly, and pulled his hand from beneath her body.

"C-C-Come on, D-D-Duke, f-f-fuck 'er quick," Stitch drooled.

"Shut up, God damn it, alla ya. I'm wasten time."

Duke's eyes gleamed with inflamed desire as his shaking hands smoothed up the sides of her quivering body, and cupped the breasts underneath. He pulled and squeezed at them harshly for a moment and then with sudden impatience drew his hands down again to the elastic hand at the top of her panties. He hooked his fingers into the nylon and with a slow methodical certainty, began to peel them down over the curves of her hips.

Susan jerked as she felt the last of her protective clothing being removed from her almost nude body. She had lain almost dormant from paralyzing fear all this time as they clawed and kneaded at her helpless body, but she knew this was the point of no return, and if she didn't resist with all her strength now there would be no hope. Even death, she thought bitterly, would be better than losing her virginity to this horrible group of wild animals who had her at their mercy. With this thought racing through her mind, she gave one last final effort at escape and rolled from the seat to the floor of the speeding car. Her sudden movement had caught both Shorty and Duke by surprise, but they both reacted violently and quickly.

"Pull 'er back up, pull'er back up!" Duke shouted as they struggled with her flailing arms and legs beneath them.

The battle lasted only a minute as the greater strength of the two negroes gradually won, and she was pulled brutally back to the kneeling position on the seat, with her face again pressed tightly into Shorty's loins. Her breasts ached as they were squashed hard and heavy into the leather.

"Now hold 'er, damn it," Duke commanded. "I'm really gonna give it to the lil' bitch for that one."

Susan, trembling in abject terror, heard the harsh metallic sound of a zipper being opened in haste behind her, and then the warm smooth pressure of his hardened cock pressing against the tender backsides of her thighs. She could feel its stickiness where the wet hot seminal fluid seeped from its large inflated head. With his hands on her hips, he pressured them up higher off the seat then pressed his knees tight between hers, and in one swift downward movement, peeled the white flimsy panties from the half moons of her buttocks. When the silky material caught at the juncture of her belly and thighs, he gave an impatient jerk, ripping them into useless threads.

He laughed and held the tattered remnants up in the air, and then pushed them tight into the moronic Stitch's face hanging in enraptured concentration over the back of the front seat.

"Man, smell a little o'that sweet stuff," Duke chortled at the crazed idiotic gaze that flickered through the retarded negro's eyes.

"L-Lem'me feel 'er c-c-cunt," Stitch suddenly stuttered in a deranged moronic squeak, and without warning thrust his hand down over the back of the seat with a swiftness that caught Duke off guard. The force of his unexpected movement pushed Duke back a little, giving his hand complete access to the warm wet juncture of Susan's upraised buttocks. She jerked forward with a desperate groan, pressing her face tighter into Shorty's crotch, but there was no escape. The half-wit's full extended hand clamped down tight against her, covering the whole of the junction of her thighs and buttocks. She wriggled her behind in desperation, attempting with all her strength to evade the wildly digging fingers that were thrusting and probing at her unprotected vagina.

Suddenly he found the wet smooth opening and rammed his middle finger forward with a hard cruel thrust that burst into her with the hot fiery pain of a thousand Roman candles.

"Aaaaaggggghhhhh," she screamed wildly, as she felt it skewering like a red hot poker into the smooth virginal flesh of her cunt, breaking through the tight ring of her virginity and on into the warm wet cavern beyond. Duke, shouting obscenities at the top of his lungs, tried with all his strength to wrestle the cruel probing hand away, but the strength of the lust-filled half-wit was that of ten men. He ground his thick fat finger around and around without mercy deep inside her painfully expanding channel, while the poor helpless girl groaned and twisted in anguish before the depraved attack on her unprotected genitals. She felt as though her vaginal passage was ablaze and burning as she sensed through the dim consciousness of her tortured brain, the slight giving and tearing of her flesh. The flaccid symbol of virginity that she had protected for so long was being ripped savagely away. Her body went limp from the sudden shock and pain, and she would have fallen from the seat had it not been for the restricting hands of Shorty on her shoulders, and the pressure of the wildly flailing Duke behind her, who had both hands locked tightly around Stitch's wrist forcing his finger slowly but surely from her pained and stretched vaginal passage.

Finally it was over.

His thick stubby finger slipped with a wet sucking noise from between the young fleshy folds of her cunt, and he grunted in pain as Duke shoved him will all his strength back into the windshield of the car.

"Stop it, you idiots! Stop it!" Coke was shouting at the top of his voice. "We're gonna wreck the Goddamn car!"

"I'm gonna kill that idiot bastard when we get to the cabin! I swear it. By God, I swear it!" Duke screamed, his face livid with rage.

"I-I-I gotta r-r-right to some t-t-too," the half dazed Stitch defended, as he rubbed his battered head.

"You ain't gettin' nuthin, ya heah, nuthin' ya son-uf-a-bitch. If ya ever lay anuther hand on 'er, I'll kill ya."

Stitch cringed back in the seat before Duke's fiery verbal attack. It was obvious he was the accepted leader of the group at that moment. The others seemed deathly afraid of his vicious temper. He glared around the car and there was a still silence, broken only by the piteous sobs of the helpless Susan, still kneeling before him in helpless subjugation.

Duke turned his eyes back down to the full moons of Susan's gleaming white buttocks, protruding full and round in the dim light. His lips curled tightly as his total concentration returned to the voluptuous and waiting feast spread in servile anguish before him.