The low powerful sports car pulled smoothly into the long curved driveway and came to a silent stop before the large darkened two-story colonial-type house. The lights switched off, throwing the well kept grounds and garden into greater blackness. Inside, the boy reached over and pulled the young, silken-haired girl close to him and locked his lips tightly to hers. There was only the sound of a heavy impassioned breathing for a moment and then a small abrupt cry from the girl.
"Richard! Darling, please don't."
She struggled a moment with his hand, pulling it with hesitant force from beneath the top of her thin white-veneered formal. He resisted, and then let it be pushed limply away.
"Susan, for God's sake! We're engaged now. At least you could let me touch you."
"Oh, darling, I know, I know," she moaned against him. "I want you to touch me as much as you want to, but we just can't. Not before we're married."
"That's a good four years away and you know it," the boy objected. "I-I just don't think I can wait that long. It's driving me crazy already."
"Darling, we've just got to wait. It'll go by so fast we won't even know it, particularly with you away at college and me working. And we'll appreciate it so much more. You know we will."
She dropped her head to his shoulder and began to sob gently. Susan knew her arguments sounded childish to Richard, but in spite of even her own temptations that were growing more and more intense with each time he touched her, she could not bring herself to let him go too far. She remembered only too vividly the promises she had made to her father of being a good girl just before he died several months ago. He had been the most wonderful man in the world, and had been so deeply hurt by her brother's running away that she just couldn't go back on her promises to him now. She was sure that wherever he was, he would somehow know if she let him down. But, explaining this to Richard sounded so foolish she hadn't even bothered to try. She was certain he was beginning to think she didn't really care for him at all and this just was not true.
Richard sat still for a moment beside her, his arm hanging limply around her shoulders and then slowly began to stroke her hair with a comforting softness.
"All right, darling. I-I think I know how you feel and I'll try to hold myself back."
"Oh, Richard, I promise when we're married, I'll make it all up to you. Every moment darling," she cried with frustration into his shoulder.
"Hey, wait a minute," he kidded, regaining his composure, "this isn't a forever promise. Every man has the right to unlimited tries. Particularly, with his own fiancee."
"Oh you nit," she raised her head and laughed nervously, wiping the tears from her eyes with her handkerchief. "I had better get in the house before my mother wakes up and comes out and drags me in by the hair. She just might have a few harsh words for you too."
"I just imagine she's out to the world," he laughed. "I saw Dad and Mr. Grover helping her out to the car about an hour ago at the club. None of them were in the best of shape."
"Well, your mother wasn't doing too well, either, Mr. Evans," she said sarcastically. "As I recall, they had to send her home about ten o'clock. She could hardly walk."
"Touche," he laughed again, "these country club parties are all alike, just one big contest to see who can make the biggest fool of themselves."
"I know," Susan's brow suddenly wrinkled and a serious tone came to her voice. "Mom seems to have changed in that respect. I've never seen her this bad before in my life."
"She's still just in a state of shock from your father's death," Richard consoled, holding her hand softly. "She'll he all right."
"I hope so," she whispered. "She seems to have changed so much since Dad's will came out. I think it hurt her more than he realized it would."
"Now listen, honey, you stop worrying about that. If your dad thought he could trust your mother with all that money he would have left it to her instead of in trust for you. Besides, she has a good substantial income guaranteed for life. What more could she want?"
"I-I don't know. But it almost seems sometimes as if she hates me more than anything else in the world. I-I think she even blames me for Billy running away."
"Oh, Susan," he admonished. "She's just jealous of you being your father's favorite. And, if she hadn't lavished so much attention on that weak-livered sissy then maybe your father could have respected him as a son."
"Richard, you stop that," she shouted at him in sudden anger. "What right do you have to sit there and criticize my family that way?"
"Because, damn it," he shouted back, "they're going to be my family too, one of these days, remember?"
"Well I just don't know about that," Susan ansered in a huff as she opened the door on her side and started from the car.
"Oh Suzy, damnit again, I'm sorry," he grabbed her arm and apologized softly. "I'm just so much in love with you that I hate to see you hurt in any way, and I know you are being hurt."
"I don't care," she sobbed back at him. "That still gives you no right to run down my mother and Billy that way. They're all I've got left and they are my family."
"Suzy, stop being ridiculous. I know they are your farnily but that doesn't mean you have to suffer over them like this. They have no right to do that to you."
"I-I think we had better talk about this later," she said, trying to hold back the flood of tears that were beginning to build in her eyes. "I don't even like to be near you when you talk like this."
She stepped back and slammed the door shut, her heart beating wildly in hurt and anger. She turned and started up the stairs without looking back and heard the angry screech of tires behind her as Richard gunned the car down the driveway, and out the gate. She slumped against the door for a moment, cradling her head in the crook of her arm and then slowly opened it and entered. She felt so empty inside and wished she could make Richard understand about her mother and Billy, but it all seemed so hopeless. He just didn't give her a chance to try and explain the way he should have done if he really loved her. Sometimes, she doubted that he really and truly did love her. Yes, he liked her and very much, but did he really understand what love was all about. Did he know that it involved more than just necking in the car and "making out" as he termed it? Did he understand that it included helping her, or at least, trying to be patient with her when she had a problem of this magnitude?
Susan tip-toed through the hallway toward the kitchen. She didn't want to awaken her mother and have to go through any kind of questions and answer games that she had become so adept at playing recently. She just couldn't understand what had come over mother since her father's death – with all her intimate questions about what she did out in the car with Richard and so on. Some of them had been so blunt and direct she had almost been too embarrassed to answer and she was just in no mood to have to go through that tonight. She would just have her glass of milk and get to bed without making a sound.
She opened the swinging door to the kitchen and quietly slipped inside. The light was still on and several half-filled bottles of liquor were open on the counter next to the sink. Someone had obviously been having a good party. No doubt, Richard's father and Mr. Evans had come inside and had a few drinks when they brought her mother home.
My God, she found herself thinking, how on earth could they take anymore after the way they had behaved at the club. She had been embarrassed at the way her mother had been dancing with all the men who kept asking turns with her. It had seemed as though she had been trying to seduce them right on the dance floor. She had said something to Richard about it but he had laughed it off as just one of the standard country club occurrences and had pointed out several other prominent women who had been behaving as equally foolish. This had helped a little but not much, and she had been happy when the two men had volunteered to drive her mother home early. She certainly was in no condition to do it herself.
Susan started to open the refrigerator to get the milk, changed her mind and turned back to the half-empty bottles on the counter. She still felt a little light-headed from the small amount Richard had slipped in their Cokes at the club and decided quickly that perhaps another little bit might help get her out of this foul mood and get to sleep faster. Things had been piling up on her so fast in the last few months she could hardly stand it.
She took a glass from the shelf and poured herself a small amount, thought again, and poured the glass half-full. Might as well really sleep, she thought with a girlish giggle, filling the glass the rest of the way with Coke and lifting it to her lips. She drained half the glass, feeling the warm liquid relaxing her almost instantaneously as it hit bottom. She was ravenously hungry and that seemed to help speed the welcomed nerve settling reaction to the warm smooth alcohol. She finished it and filled the glass again to take upstairs with her. The light-headed tingle running through her mind helped no end and she didn't want it to stop before she got to sleep. She was afraid of the thoughts she would have to think, and right now would prefer to put if off until tomorrow. There was nothing she wanted to do at this moment but sleep and forget everything.
She carried the drink in her hand and began the slow quiet climb to the top of the steps leading to the second floor. She held tight to the rail and took each step holding her breath. Her mother's bedroom was right on the landing at the top of the steps and she just couldn't wake her now, not carrying a drink like this and coming in so late. There was no telling how long she would have to sit and listen to the lecture she was certain to get if she were caught.
She held her breath tight as she reached the top of the steps and noticed the light on from under her mother's door. Oh God, she thought, she's awake and waiting up for me. I'll have to stop by and say good night to her now or I'll never hear the end of it tomorrow. She took a few guarded steps in the direction of her room to the right, and placed the drink she was carrying on the hall table. She pushed it behind the vase in the center of the table so that if her mother came out, she wouldn't be able to see it in the semi-darkness that covered the landing.
Susan straightened herself up bravely and walked to her mother's door. She raised her fist to knock and suddenly froze to the floor.
There was a groan from the room!
Oh my God, she's hurt, she thought, and her first reaction was to jerk the door open as fast as she could. She reached for the handle in the darkness and as her hand came into contact with the cool metal door knob, she froze again.
There was a harsh male laugh!
Good Lord, what was going on? Who was in there with her and what was he doing to her? It sounded as though he were hurting her.
There was another groan but it was longer this time and had an unearthly pleading tone to it as though someone were being tortured. The groan was followed by harsh slapping sounds as though someone were being hit across the face with a hand.
Susan dropped her hand from the door handle and started to back away, holding her breath and moving as softly as she possibly could. If she could just get to a phone and call the police before they discovered her, perhaps she could save her mother's life. She stepped back a few paces in the darkness, being careful not to trip, and then turned to work her way down the stairs. There was phone in the hall just below the stairs. If she could make that, she could talk in a whisper and who ever it was beating her mother could not hear it. It was then that the pleading voice spoke again.
"Oh God! Yessss, yessss, do it to me like that!"
It was her mother again and her voice was drunkenly slurred in a desperate pleading tone she had never heard before. Susan paled in the darkness and stood still for a moment. She was uncertain what to do now. The man was obviously hurting her but it didn't sound like it was against her will the way she was almost crying for him to continue. What should she do? Perhaps he was making her plead with him – perhaps he was a sadist like some of the men she had read about in her psychology course and enjoyed hearing a woman beg.
She was almost ready to begin her descent down the stairs to phone again when the noises suddenly grew louder. There was a second male voice that she could not make out too distinctly through the heavy thickness of the door, but it was unmistakably egging someone on to do something to her mother. Her voice was muffled and sobbing but clearly not against her will. She was asking for it, in fact, pleading for more. Susan stood breathlessly on the landing, trying to make up her mind what to do. She couldn't call the police or anyone else unless she was certain what was going on.
She had to find out and there was only one way!
She took a deep breath and worked her way slowly and silently back toward the door. She knew it by heart now – after all the times she had slipped from her own room as a child to that of her parents when she had been frightened by a bad dream or strange noise in the house. She could remember vividly, even after all these years, the exact amount of pressure to put on the knob to turn it without making a sound. All of it came back to her as she reached forward through the darkness and pressed her hand against it. Her whole body tensed as it turned slightly, and she felt it begin to give against the pressure.
There was a squeak!
Her heart stopped and she dared not breath. They must have heard it; it had been so loud. But no, there were still the strange noises coming through the door without letup, their intensity increasing with each passing moment. The door gave a little against her gentle pressure and the noises through the opening became more clear to her senses. She could discern the sounds of heavy rushed breathing and the staccato sounds of squeaking bedsprings punctuated by animal-like grunts and moans of pain and pleasure. A thin crack of light rushed into the hallway as she inched the door open a millimeter at a time. The light blinded her and she could not see for a moment – but the sounds continued unabated by her silent and unknown intrusion.
Her eyes adjusted to the intensity of the narrow path of light streaming into her face and the easy chair in the corner of the bedroom came into view.
She paled again and sucked in her breath in horror!
It was Mr. Evans. He was sitting back in the chair completely naked and holding his hard rigid penis tightly between both his hands. His eyes were glazed and he stroked the long hard instrument up and down in lewd rhythmic time to the now wet sucking noises she could hear coming from the bed across the room. Susan could not see what was making the sounds as she was afraid to open the door farther just yet. Mr. Evans was so close to her she was afraid to even breath for fear he might hear her. Instead, she stood immobile for a moment and watched in horrified fascination as his fingers skinned the thick foreskin of his uncircumcised penis rapidly up and down the full length of it, the huge bulbous head bursting evilly into view like a giant monster crawling from a secret lair with each hard down-stroke he made with his hand. She was close enough that she could see that it was wet on the top from the white, sticky lubricating fluid beginning to ooze forth from it. His breathing was thick and heavy and she could see thin trails of saliva running down his lips as he kept his eyes glued tightly to the bed just out of her view. His penis frightened her as she had never seen one before, and it looked like the most monstrous thing in the world. She could not imagine ever having something like that inside her. It just wouldn't be possible for any woman to take. It would kill her.
Susan held the door knob tighter. Mr. Evans was rising from the chair. Oh, God was he coming to the door! She had no time to run in the darkness, and he would find her. Her mother would never forgive her if she knew she were spying this way, but she just had to find out what was going on. She breathed a guarded sigh of relief as she watched him walk toward the other side of the room which was out of her vision from the slight crack in the door. He was going toward the bed where the noises were still increasing in tempo and Susan pressed the door open a crack more to follow him across the room. As she pushed against the door, the bed came into view by tiny degrees, and the fear of what she was going to see restricted her chest as though it were wrapped in thick steel bands. Her whole body was shaking violently, but suddenly it stilled!
A cold chill ran crazily up the full length of her spine.
There on the bed was her mother locked in a lewd embrace of intercourse with Mr. Johnson, Richard's father!
Her fiancee's father and her own mother!
She felt the blood draining from her head, and fought to retain her balance and keep from falling backwards. She was certain that she was going to faint from the sudden shock of the unbelievable sight going on before her eyes. There on her own dead father's bed was another man, making violent love to her mother while at the same time, another man stood above them stroking his vile-looking penis above their thrashing bodies. He was eagerly urging Richard's father to hurry up and finish.
"Come on, Sam, damn it man. I want a little too." She heard him say through her dazed mind.
They were taking turns on her mother!
Susan wanted to rush into the room, and tear them from her mother's body. She felt a scream building up in her throat, and wanted to hit and scratch at them until she drove them away forever. She tried to blot the horrible scene from her eyes, but she could not. She was frozen to the door, unable to move and merely watched in detached revulsion the ravishment of her mother's drunken and more than willing body on the swaying bed across the room. The foot of the bed was pointed right at the door so that she could even see Richard's father's thick, bard penis disappearing and reappearing with each cruel thrust and withdrawal that he made into her. Her legs were splayed out wide on either side of his plunging body and periodically, would kick high in the air, then fold around his driving buttocks, her ankles locking tightly behind his thighs, pulling him into her with all her strength.
Susan could see the muscles standing out on her inner thighs as she struggled like a crazed nymphomaniac to get him deeper inside her. His hands were cupping her naked white buttocks with a savage strength that cut red bloodless lines into the flaccid, giving flesh. He squeezed the large rounded moons tightly together, forcing the walls of her vagina closer around the thickness of his rigid penis. Susan strained her eyes and could see the thin, ragged edges of her mother's vagina clasping tightly around it, as though it were a hungry child nibbling voraciously at the last banana in the world. She could see the thinly parted pubic hairs grazing teasingly against the narrow sperm-filled ridge than ran the full length of the underside of his penis.
Her buttocks were grinding faster now, and the groans and mewls of pleasure were becoming more desperate, as the glazed, almost uncomprehending eyes of her daughter stayed glued hypnotically on the lewd, obscene coupling taking place on the bed. Her wild demonic upward thrusts were met with equal fury by Richard's father's pelvis, which was smacking hard down into her, driving her back down into the mattress with each mighty surge. The loud slap of belly against belly resounded through the room like tiny distant claps of thunder. Her legs curled and uncurled in wild final desperation around the driving hips that flattened her buttocks hard down into the bed with each long, powerful stroke.
Susan held her breath again, for the hundredth time since she had climbed the stairs, as she watched her mother being fucked more and more viciously with each passing second. Both she and Mr. Johnson were puffing wildly, and she could see small rivulets of sweat streaming down over his pumping and hollowing buttocks, as he worked frenziedly on top of her twisting body.
And then, suddenly it was over.
She could hear a low, unearthly gurgle coming from her mother's throat, as her buttocks slowed their wild scramble for completion and began small, spasmodic jerks up tight against the penis which was sunk deep in her belly. At the same time, Mr. Johnson groaned above her and ground hard down inside her vagina, his thick, fleshy rod beginning to throb it's white, milky sperm deep down into her quivering belly. The rich creamy fluid filled her completely, and cascaded out around the pink moist lips her cunt. To Susan's horror, she could see clearly a tiny white stream of it running down the wide split crevice of her buttocks and down onto the mattress below. The couple jerked against each other for a moment longer, and then lay still.
Evans, stroking his prick above them, could stand it no snore. He grasped Richard's father by the shoulder and pulled back hard, almost jerking him bodily from off the top of the spread-eagle woman.
"Move over, damn it," he shouted as he pushed the other man to the side of the bed.
Susan watched in wild-eyed fright, as Mr. Johnson's half-deflated penis withdrew with a wet, sucking noise from her mother's wide-open crotch. His sweating, spent body was replaced one moment later by Mr. Evans, who leaped between her still wide-spread legs, and without hesitation, plunged his rock-hard cock deep down into her moist, open vagina. He did not delay and immediately began fucking into her with long, hard strokes. His gleaming wet instrument could be seen clearly sliding in and out of her mother's ragged pink cunt like a well-oiled piston, his balls smacking rhythmically into the moist crevice of her wide-spread buttocks below.
She waited for her to scream in protest, or to fight back against the horrible obscene rape she was being subjected to – but none came.
Instead, her legs quivered straight out into the air again, and then wrapped python-like back again around his waist. Her hands slid slowly down his gleaming body and came to rest on his white, hollowing buttocks. The fingers spread, whitened from the pressure, then pulled him gluttonously into her, while below, her cunt flowered open in welcome acceptance. It swallowed the whole of his plunging cock with each greedy upward jerk. Small piteous pleas of passionate supplication began to roll from the woman's lips. They were lewd and horrible supplications, using words that Susan had seldom heard except in whispers from the more daring girls at school.
She stood for a moment longer – listening in abject horror to the small, mewling cries of her mother as she rolled and rocked beneath Mr. Evans like a common whore off the streets.
And suddenly, she could stand it no longer.
Susan turned and stumbled blindly toward the steps. Tears of abject hurt and humiliation rolled silently down her cheeks, smearing the light coat of rouge she had put on earlier in the evening to accentuate her passing to womanhood with her engagement to Richard. She was totally lost and didn't bother to close the front door behind her as she left the house. In the distance behind her, she could hear a loud, mocking shriek coming down the stairs and chasing her into the dark street. Now she was almost glad her father wasn't alive because it may have been going on long before his death. She could remember things that had seemed so insignificant during his long illness. Her mother stayed out late often, blaming it on the charitable work she had always been so involved in. Well, she certainly was practicing charity now, and giving as much as she could, Susan thought bitterly.
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.
"Get'er, she's runn'in," she heard the negroes shouting from the car and then the opening and slamming of the car doors behind her.
"Don't lose that little piece o'tail," a voice rang through the night and mixed with the pounding of shoes on the pavement behind her.
"God damn, she's a fast lil' bitch, look at 'er go."
"Y-y-yeah, and man look at those y-y-yams," she heard a puffing voice behind her say. It was close, so close she could almost feel a breath down her neck. She strained, trying to run faster, trying to escape the coarse, horrible blacks chasing after her. There was not a single doubt in her mind of what was going to happen to her if she were caught, and the thought made her move faster. Her breath was coming in small gasps now and her legs felt as though her muscles would snap from the awful pressure of the distance she had run. She kept her eyes straight ahead and looked pleadingly to the darkened house, now only a stone's throw away.
She was almost there!
A hand reached out from behind her and grasped once at her hair flowing in the night breeze behind her.
He missed!
She felt the softness of the lawn of the house under her feet and screamed with all her strength as she felt her heel dig into the soft ground and her legs twist from beneath her. Her two black pursuers dove, and landed in a heap on top of her prostrate body, crushing the wind from her lungs.
She screamed again.
"Bring the Goddamn car over, we got her," she heard a shout above her.
A porch light snapped on from the house.
O thank God, thank God, flickered through her mind.
"Help me! Please help me!" she screamed at the top of her voice until a harsh rough callused hand clamped down over her lips.
The car screeched to a halt a few feet away at the curb and the door on the front porch opened.
"Get 'er in, damn it, get 'er in," someone was shouting.
"Dear God, please, oh please," she screamed at the middle-aged man, whose face was peering stone-like through the opened door. He seemed to stare directly into her wide, terror stricken eyes for a long, long moment. His face was impassive and unchanged. And then, even as she struggled with the last of her waning strength, she watched in uncomprehending disbelief as the man, still expressionless, slowly closed the door and switched the light off. A crazy vague thought of the forty brave souls who allowed a girl to die on the streets in New York flickered through her mind as she gave one last stifled scream. Both of the negroes had her from behind now, and were forcing her toward the car. One of them had his hand over her mouth, and though she was still struggling with all her remaining strength, they were moving her to the car with little difficulty.
The back door was open wide, and one of them was in the back seat. He grabbed Susan by the neck as they thrust her head first through the open door and pulled her hard into the interior so that she fell face down across his lap. The one called Duke leaped in on top of her, pulling the door closed behind him. The other one jumped in the front seat by the driver, and the car roared off with a squeal of tires. Susan's pale blue eyes were wide with terror, and her mouth twisted with a soundless scream that was choked silent by fear somewhere deep in her throat.
"Have ya got her, have ya got her," a hot, excited voice came from the driver's seat.
"Hell, yes, we got 'er. Get this son-a-bitch rolling good 'fore that ol' bastard gets brave and calls the cops."
"Awright, awright," the driver answered, shifting it into second and roaring off on the road headed out of town. "Don't let her yell till we get out' here."
Susan felt a thick muscular arm circle around her, and another harsh callused hand press into her face and over her mouth until her lips ached back against her tightly clenched teeth. She could feel the negro's excited breathing as he pressed her closer to him to keep her from screaming. A pungent animal smell of sweat came from his clothes, and seemed to permeate the whole of her own gasping breath. The odor was horrible.
Tears of helpless frustration filled her eyes as suddenly the lewd obscene picture of Richard's father's penis spearing mercilessly into her mother's open and receptive vagina crossed her mind, and she sobbed helplessly as the grim realization came that she too might soon be filled with the cruel hard flesh of one of these horrible rapists who had kidnapped her from the street.
Oh God, she prayed silently through the pain of her helpless position, don't let it happen like this, don't let it happen like this.
"Okay, you bastards, keep her down out'a sight. We gotta go through this intersection up here."
Duke pressed tighter down into her from his position and stretched over the full length of her back. She was still groaning softly but her body was limp as though the life had been crushed from it. She no longer struggled, but moved her face slightly away from the loins of the boy where it had been pressed. His hand clasped against her face, following her every movement to insure that she would not scream.
Susan could feel Duke's loins pressed tightly into the curve of her buttocks from behind where he lay over her back. His face was pressed into her hair, and she winced slightly, in spite of the pain throughout her body, from the stale odor of alcohol that he breathed alongside her face. They obviously had been drinking a lot, and though she hadn't really seen any of them outright, she was certain they weren't from around here. They spoke in thick negro accents that sounded like the Woodlawn District of Chicago, and must have driven down just for something like this.
Oh God, why did she have to be the one. Why did she have to catch her mother in that horrible position with those two men. She knew somehow the entire train of her life would change after tonight. Nothing – nothing – would ever be the same.
Behind her, the negro Duke's breath was coming heavier. He had lain still at first, recovering his wind from the struggle he had just engaged in, but now his strength was returning, and Susan could feel the whole of his body squirming down onto her with an impatience that frightened her. She tried to move again, but could not. The pressure of the boy's arm around her neck and face, and the weight of Duke on her back held her pinned tightly to the seat. Her knees were hanging off the edge and she could feel him sliding down her back until his hardening loins were pressed tightly against the soft flesh of her buttocks. She moaned her protest into the hand over her mouth as she felt his knee inserting between her legs and prying them relentlessly and cruelly apart.
She fought, but there was no stopping him.
He had the leverage, and soon her inner thick muscles tired as she felt them being pushed slightly open. His hardened penis, trapped painfully under the tightness of his jeans pressed hard and intimately into the upraised junction of the soft underside of her thighs.
The car raced along the highway, leaving the sparse lights of the suburbs behind it. There was the click of the glove compartment opening in the front seat, and a sound of glass scraping against metal.
"H-h-how about a d-d-drink fella's," a stuttering thick-sounding voice asked from the front seat.
"God damn, Stitch, you get the best ideas sometimes," Duke answered as he pulled his loins back slightly from Susan's upraised buttocks. He kneeled up on the floor and reached over the back of the front seat to take the bottle. A husky gurgling sound of deep-throated swallows filled the car above the soft roar of the engine.
"Whooeee! Damn that stuff burns," he roared after a moment. "Here take it, Shorty."
The negro laughed drunkenly and lifting her head, reached over and grabbed the bottle, coughing loudly after his last swallow. She could feel droplets of the foul-smelling liquid falling to the back of her neck as it dribbled from the corners of his mouth. The bottle was then passed up to the driver, who they referred to as Coke. It made several rounds among them as she trembled silently, too afraid to speak.
"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.
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.
"Now she's gonna git it like a high class lil' bitch should git it from a real man," he hissed between clenched teeth, while his cruelly gleaming eyes bored into the tantalizing crevice that separated the full cheeks of her soft young behind.
"Ohhhh no, please, please don't anymore," she pleaded through her tears of shame and humiliation. She could feel his hands begin kneading nervously and stretching the open and unprotected twin mounds of her buttocks. Her body jerked up as she felt his thumbs on either side of them, spreading them wider and wider apart.
"Oh God, no!"
She sobbed out her weak and futile protest, as the cool air from an open window rushed between them, and brought her back to semi-consciousness. A groan escaped from her lips, as again the full realization of her position flickered through her mind.
"Ohhh!"
She jerked forward when Duke's middle finger thrust between her thighs into the soft protective folds of the young flesh surrounding her vagina. His fingers searched patiently for a moment, and then found their velvety quarry. She cringed before his initial touch, the soft resilient cheeks of her buttocks hardened and clenched tight together, trapping his probing hand between them.
"Hold 'er, Shorty, she's fightin' it," he gasped, twisting his hand to pry her buttocks open again. "Man she's tight."
"Maybe she ain't never been fucked before," Short cut in, his voice dropping to an almost reverent whisper. "D'ya think she's a virgin?"
"We ain't never gonna know now, with that half-wit's finger plowin' into 'er like he did." Duke grunted as he pushed his arm forward to break the death lock that her buttocks had on his hand. "But she ain't had much, that's for sure."
He gave one last hard push with his forearm, and Susan felt the last of the desperate strength she had mustered in her terror – give way. Her body shuddered and she moaned as his finger wormed its way into the now wet and open passageway. She clenched her teeth tightly in a vain attempt to drown out the hurt that slipped through the remains of her shattered virginity and moved about in tiny growing circles deeper and deeper inside her. She opened her mouth to scream but nothing came. Instead, there was a helpless muffled groan of exhausted acceptance. Every muscle in her twisted kneeling body had reached the ultimate breaking point, and she could no longer find the strength to even protest against the vile monstrous fondling of her secret parts that she had worked so hard to save for Richard and their wedding night. All that was gone with the frenzied attack she had been subjected to a few moments before by the moronic sadist in the front seat. And now – now there was nothing left but the final coup de grace to be administered viciously – and without ceremony by the arrogant unknown negro behind her whose face she had never even seen.
She gasped and held her breath as she felt his fingers that had enlarged and stretched the now lubricated walls of her vagina slip wetly out with a moist sucking sound. He squirmed behind her, his hand wrapped tightly around his lust-hardened cock, guiding it slowly and deliberately between his fingers into the moist pink flanges of her vagina. She cringed forward again, her face contorted in fearsome dread as she felt the large bulbous head moving up and down behind her in the wide-spread slit of her vagina and part the sparse soft blonde pubic hair in preparation for the entry. She tried to close her legs, but his knees insinuated between them held them cruelly open.
"Hold 'er tight, boy, I'm gonna slip it in nice and easy," he directed at the wide-eyed Shorty, whose arms bulged from the pressure he was placing on her shoulders. Stitch, who had recovered his courage, hung his face over the back of the seat, gasping at the scene with tiny streams of spittle dripping from the corners of his slackened mouth.
Susan whimpered aloud as she felt the first warm hard contact against the cringing lips of her cunt and the slow agonizing pressure beginning. It was soft at first and then when he met his first resistance, he pressurized forward harder.
She groaned incoherently.
"Oooooooooooooh, nooo!"
He pressed forward again, flexing his buttocks with all his strength until suddenly… it gave. The tight elastic ring popped open with a quick unexpected snap, and the huge blood-filed head slipped wetly inside with a rush that left Susan gasping for breath.
"Aaaaaaaagggggggghhhhhh!"
She flailed her head wildly into Shorty's crotch as he worked with all his strength to hold her down. The shock of the sudden thrust rejuvenated her shattered muscles for a moment, and she squirmed and twisted like a mad woman trying to escape the cruel and painful impalement of her cunt.
"God, what a pussy," Duke gasped from behind as he felt it's warm wet walls slipping over his rigidity like hot melted butter. His head fell loosely back as his loins buffeted forward and his thick rock-hard cock speared into the helplessly struggling girl without mercy. It raced into her like a fast whirling drill boring through the depths of the earth, battering and smashing all before it in great waves of warm moist flesh until suddenly his pelvis smacked tight into her and flattened her upraised buttocks with a hard, sharp slap that reverberated through the speeding car like a flat-handed blow across the face.
Susan's muffled moans of pain and humiliation went unheeded and unheard as he reached forward with both hands and grasped her by the shoulders, pulling her whole body back tight against him. His thick hard cock was sunk to its fullest depth in her quivering white belly as she felt the hardness of the head pressed tight against the end of her cervix. There was no reason to struggle or fight anymore, even if she had the strength. He had conquered her; she knelt in servile acceptance like a slave of old, to be used as her master desired.
Her body went limp, as she felt his hands slide down to the rounded curves of her hips, and began a slow teasing rotation of his rigid cock deep inside of her womb. The pain lessened as she felt her wet soft passage expanding further and further with each greater rotation he made inside her. Her tears of shame and humiliation continued to flow. There was no stopping him, and there was nothing she could do but accept the vile obscene rape of her body without resistance.
Her muffled sobs and groans mingled piteously with his gasps of passion, while his hands ran down under the fullness of her quivering breasts, dancing against the seat below with each hard, cruel thrust he made into her.
"J-J-Jesus C-C-Christ!" Stitch muttered as his bulging eyes watched the long black length of Duke's glistening cock, moist from her secretions, pistoning into her white behind. His eyes bulged wider, as he gaped at the ragged pink flanges of the protective soft folds of flesh around her cunt, drawing back with each out-stroke, and then being swallowed in again as Duke thrust forward into her with the powerful in and out rhythm he had begun. Stitch wanted with all his being to reach forward again and fondle her there, but his dim mind remembered the anger he had elicited the last time he let himself lose control. Unable to satisfy his rising passion, he dropped his hand to his crotch and pressed against his own rising hardness instead. He fingered the seeping wet patch of seminal fluid with a crazed gleam in his close-set eyes, hoping with all his might that Duke would change his mind and let him have his share when they reached the shack.
Duke, pumping into her from behind like she was a bitch in heat, squeezed all around her soft joggling buttocks. His fingers dug cruelly at her cringing tiny puckered anus, and then jerked forward again, clasping her hips and pulling her back limply over his cock while he continued to skewer and ram into her with growing abandon. His body was now a ball of sheer uncontrolled lust that had unleashed itself completely against the squirming beautiful, tender flesh in front of him. He could feel his heated cock growing thicker and thicker in her belly, as he ground savagely into her with a wave of sadistic delight flickering across his contorted face. He had never had anything white like this before, nothing this young and tender and helpless, and it was driving him insane. His thick inflated cock ached and burned as it never had before. He was almost there, almost there, and he continued to ram eagerly into her with long hard strokes. He had to end it before he lost his mind.
Susan's whimpers stretched into a long, low continuous whine that filled the car like a distant siren. Through the dim haze of her tortured mind, she could feel him growing and growing deep – deep inside her until it felt as though his rampaging instrument would split her in two. He was going to cum in her. Her tears cascaded in torrents onto the rough Levi's of Shorty's crotch. The lewd thought was passing her mind of this horrible unknown negro filling her helpless belly and womb with his hot sticky lust. Oh God, she might get pregnant, ran crazily through her mind, and she tried to clench her buttocks as a senseless gesture of defense.
That did it!
As her warm wet muscles clasped tight around his hard-driving cock, Duke threw back his head with a wild scream, and his lewd hot sperm shot like a fire hose into Susan's wide-swept cuntal passage. She groaned in helpless submission before him as he emptied himself with spurt after spurt of his driving lust juices deep up inside her, filling her womb and belly to the bursting point.
"Oh God, no, no, no!" she screamed as she felt it ricocheting around in a warm wet pool in her vagina – a hot fiery reminder of her total subjugation to the cruel inhuman tormentor fucking into her from behind.
There was nothing else. The end had come so suddenly and so completely that Duke pitched forward in total exhaustion along the length of her flattened body and lay, breathing fast, unable to move.
Susan lay sobbing out her humiliation and fear beneath him, the sudden horrible thought coming to her that it wasn't all over. There were the others. Oh God, there were the others!
"Get off 'er, Duke, please. Lemme at 'er now."
"Knock it off, damn it, there's the shack just ahead," Coke cried excitedly from the driver's seat. "We can all get it now."
"Yeh," Duke added, rising from over the prostrate Susan and glowering at the cringing Stitch in the front seat. "Son-uf-a-bitch, he ain't gonna even touch 'er for what he done."
As he lifted, Susan could feel his deflated penis slipping wetly from her forever expanded passage. As the cool night rushed with a soothing swirl into her void, she listened with bated breath to the argument going on between the two negroes, as the speeding car came to a sliding halt in the night. Stitch was objecting with a low pleading whine to his voice, that sounded like a small child begging for candy from an older brother or sister.
"Ya heard me, ya bastard, ya touch 'er, and I'll kill ya. Next time ya'll know better," Duke said with finality in his voice. "Besides, ain't nobody gettin' none until we get our business outta the way. Remember, that's how come we're here."
There were groans from the other two at this statement, but neither of them pursued the matter as the harsh tone of Duke's pronouncement indicated he was in no mood for an argument.
"Come on now, let's get 'er outta the car. We got a lot to do 'fore the others get here."
She heard the door opening on the right side of her. The side she had been forced through a seeming eternity before, and now there were hands pulling her roughly through it and out of the car. She tried to stand on her own two feet when she felt the ground beneath them, but they would not hold and she was forced to lean against Duke's shoulder for support. The hem of her dress fell loosely from her neck and on down to her waist, as she struggled weakly to pull it the rest of the way down to cover her naked hips.
She was barefooted now, for her shoes had fallen loose in the car. The cool touch of the dirt beneath her feet brought some semblance of consciousness back to her dazed mind. Her hand tightened around Duke's arm, and in spite of the brutal assault he had just subjected her to, she found herself clinging to him blindly, half for support, and half from the fear of the others touching her. She followed him meekly across the short distance from the car to the ramshackled cabin in the small clearing. In spite of her still smoldering dread of his touch, he seemed to be the only barrier that stood between her and total rape by all the others. How long would he hold them off? She tightened her grip, and followed him passively, half stumbling, half walking, to the rickety stairs leading up the porch. She trembled at the thought of the unknown, and the frightening fate that she was certain awaited her inside.