Susan awoke to the sound of a squirrel running across the roof of the shack. At first she lay still, her blurted eyes looking toward the ceiling in con fused thought.
Where was she?
It didn't look like her ceiling at home, the powder blue one with the tiny white flowers sprinkled over it that seemed to bloom right there in the room when a bright sunny day came. No, she was somewhere else and there was a different odor. A strange one that she had never smelled before, like, like something raw and savage. She started to move and then groaned under her breath. Her muscles were so sore between her thighs that she could not move them and lay still again until the pain went away.
Her stomach felt funny and filled. It was all warm inside as though there were a gently glowing coal implanted there which did not burn but still emitted a soft, soothing heat.
She moved her arms to stretch and suddenly froze!
There was something next to her and it was soft and warm like another body. She held her breath and turned her head slowly to the side. Her mouth gaped open as suddenly her eyes focused in the early morning light on a muscular, ebony back lying on the bed next to her.
And then she remembered.
She clenched her eyes tightly shut and remembered it all. The beginning with the other three negroes viciously raping the girl the leader had thrown to them; her intense fear and groveling for protection; and then finally, the wild twisting and churning of bodies and sensations. She had succumbed to those sensations, her inhibitions and prejudices totally destroyed by the ordeal she had been through in the last several days. And that was the smell, the smell of raw and consummated sex that covered both their bodies from the wild orgy of salacious pleasure they had gone through last night. And she remembered too the eruption in her belly as he had spewed his hot sperm deep up inside of her as she had urged him on with her lips, thighs, ant. That was where the heat, the heat and warmth came from that she still felt so vividly this morning in her belly. It was the great pool of white warm liquid that he had emptied into her and buried deep inside her that made her feel that way. Vague fears of becoming pregnant by him flickered through her mind but were overshadowed by the sudden realization and humiliation of knowing she had wanted it.
She had begged him to do it to her and had urged him on with all her physical being like a whore he may have dragged in off the streets. She was frightened of the others and that excused her submitting to him but nothing could excuse her sudden lapse into an uncontrollable passion that deadened her every sense of righteousness.
A sudden low moan came through the partially open door from the other room. It sounded as though someone were dying, like the sound that had started all of this when she had been attracted to her mother's room a few nights ago. She lifted the cover slowly from her side of the bed so as not to disturb the soundly sleeping negro and slipped quietly to the floor, picking up her tattered dress and slipping it down over her head as she did so. She did not bother with the panties and the brassiere, they were too torn and ripped to do any good anyway so she left them in a pile on the floor where they had been flung in such haste last night. She tip-toed to the door and peered through the open crack into the room and suddenly gasped at the depraved sight that greeted her eyes. They were all naked, with Coke and Shorty sound asleep in the chairs around the table. The negro girl lay flat on her back on the bed with her thighs wide apart and the imbecilic Stitch's head resting between her legs and against the mound of her pubic hair, sound asleep.
The girl's eyes were still closed but she groaned now and then as though on the verge of coming awake. Susan's thoughts raced a mile a minute.
This was her chance!
And, it may be the last one she would get. She still didn't know what they intended to do to her but guessed they would have to kill her. She knew too much now and even the strong desire and liking that Duke had for her could not protect her from the basic logic that they could not afford to let her go.
She held her breath and moved the door slightly, testing it to see if it made a noise. It did not. She pulled it open slowly and slipped into the other room, her bare feet moving cat-like across the rough pine board floor.
A board squeaked!
She went rigid and her heart stopped beating but there was no sound from the sleeping negroes to indicate she had disturbed them. She continued her tip-toeing toward the front door and lifted the latch gently. It opened easily and she pushed her way silently out to the front porch, leaving the door open for fear her closing it would awaken them. She could see the small dirt-roadway a short distance down from the house and thought if she could make that she might be able to stop a passing farmer's truck or something before they discovered she was gone.
She had just reached the bottom step, her heart pounding in her throat, when the unexpected happened. A slight gust of wind caught the light clapboard door and blew it shut with a loud crash. She had no choice but to run, and run she did as fast as her tortured and wobbly legs would carry her. But again, as when they had abducted her from the street, her attempt at escape was useless.
There was shouting from the house as Duke had awakened and sounded the alarm. She heard racing steps on the porch behind her and again the pounding of feet at her back. There was a rough hand clasping at the back of her neck and it was all over.
Shorty caught her and dragged her bodily back to the house. He still had no clothes on and was naked from head to foot. The others were rapidly throwing their trousers and shirts on as she was pushed sobbing through the door.
"See, Duke," the negress, now sitting up in the center of the bed shouted in a loud shrilly voice. "I tole ya, ya couldn't trust no honky bitch. She's plays all up to ya and then runs away the first chance she gits."
Duke looked at Susan without malice. She could see he understood why she had tried it but he would have to do something drastic to protect himself in the eyes of his gang.
"Tie 'er up in the bedroom," he said simply, jerking his thumb toward the room in which he had ravished her willing body last night. "And make it good," he added. "Showing his concern for their security to the gang."
"Aw, fuck man. Why don't we jist git rid o' her now. We gotta git goin' in a few minutes, man, if we gonna make it back to finish up in time fo' tonite."
"We ain't gittin' rid o' her," Duke said coldly to the short, squat negro. "We're leavin' 'er here."
"Man, you crazy," he responded incredulously. "She'd have the fuzz down our necks befo' we got two miles."
"Stitch and Jodie can stay here and guard her. He'd only git in the way anyhow."
Cold shivers of sudden deep fear ran down Susan's spine as she heard his words. She was going to be left with the negress and the idiot! She wanted to scream out and plead with him not to do such a cruel and horrible thing. Her life wouldn't be worth a thing and if they didn't kill her they would do terrible things to her that would make her wish she were dead. She looked horror-stricken around the room and her eyes met those of the negress. A cold, cruel light of sadistic delight shone in them and Susan knew she didn't stand a chance of living through the day if she were left alone with her.
"Please, d-don't leave me with them," she pleaded, tears streaming from her face in piteous profusion now.
"I gotta," he answered. "I need the others."
And then, turning to Stitch and Jodie, he said in cold, threatening voice, "If anybody touches 'er they'll answer to me."
There was a silence and then Duke, apparently satisfied that his authority would prevent them from doing anything to her, ordered Coke and Shorty to get ready to leave.
Susan was tied securely in the bare corner of the bedroom, her arms bound by rope to two steel eyes in the wall, obviously used as towel racks by the previous occupant. It was uncomfortable and stretched her arms high above her head out on either side of her but at least it allowed her to sit on the floor. Not many minutes later, Duke opened the door and looked in at her.
"Don't worry none, I tole them not bother ya. We'll be back tonite."
With that, he closed it and she was alone. She tugged against the bindings as soon as he was gone but they were secure and she could not budge them. After awhile, she heard the front door slam and the car pull out of the driveway. She began to tremble knowing she was alone with the two negroes now and completely at their mercy. She knew the negress would not leave her alone and would take her spiteful revenge at the first opportunity and the only slight, tiny hope she had was that Stitch's fear of Duke would force him to protect her. But, after Duke's humiliation at the meeting with the well-dressed negro she was not certain he could not be convinced otherwise. She slumped to the floor and hung her head in abject dispair. There was nothing else she could do.
A long time later, and she was not certain just how long, she was shaken from the hazy half sleep she had drifted into, by the door slowly opening. She held her breath and gasped as she saw the negress suddenly outlined menacingly in the door frame. There was an arrogant, self satisfied look on her face as she gazed down at the helplessly bound Susan. It was a long time before she spoke.
"I tole ya," she laughed evilly, puffing on the cigarette she held in her hand.
Susan mustered up her courage and decided she had better try and bluff as long as she could.
"D-Duke said he'd kill you if you touched me."
The negress laughed a mocking laugh and Susan didn't blame her. Even to herself the protest sounded weak and feeble as though she herself did not believe it. Her eyes widened as the negress suddenly began a slow half-walk, half-shuffle to wards her tightly bound body. When she was standing right in front of Susan, she looked down at her contemptuously for a moment and then with a lightning movement grabbed her by the hair and leaned down, twisting Susan's pain wracked face up close to her own. She held her in the painful, neck-breaking position for a moment, her eyes sparking with hate and then hissed into her face.
"You know what I'm gonna do to ya, honky? I'm gonna let Stitch turn ya inside out for awhile and then I'm gonna carve ya up slow like, tit by tit, or what's left of ya when he gets through."
"Oh please, please leave me alone," Susan whimpered, sobbing up through her contorted mouth. "I didn't mean it. It just happened."
"This is jist gonna happen too, baby," she laughed. "Git it, a happening, that's what we're gonna have, a happening."
"No, no, I'll tell Duke when he comes back," the poor distraught white girl screamed in a last try at a courageous front.
"There won't be nothin' left when he gits back, baby," the negress spit coldly into her face and suddenly without warning rammed the burning cigarette she held in her hand hard into the bottom of Susan's foot.
She jumped and screamed against her bonds trying to escape the horrible, excruciating pain. The smell of burned flesh filled the room.
"D-D-Duke says to leave 'er a-alone," the wide-eyed Stitch, who had come running at the sound of the scream, protested from the door.
The negress looked back at him contemptuously and reaching forward with both hands ripped the remnants of Susan's tattered dress from her. Her large, firm breasts fell free into the air and Susan could see the idiot's eyes suddenly bulge at the voluptuous sight of the naked white body bound helplessly to the wall.
"Ya like that, Stitch, wanna try some of it, huh?" The negress taunted him as he stood in the doorway shaking from the sudden lustful picture of Susan cowering down in the corner away from the fiery negress.
"Show 'im what'cha got, honky baby, open them legs wide," the ecstatic Jodie commanded to her.
Susan did not move but she suddenly jerked again as the brightly burning tip of the cigarette was pressed hard into her arm.
"Aaaaaaaagggghhhh!" she screamed and whimpered against the torturous, searing sensation that seemed to cut all the way to the bone.
"When I says move, honky, you move," she heard hissed at her through her pain-deadened mind.
Susan's legs went limp and she let her thighs fall slightly apart from their own weight. She could feel the negress reaching down and grasping her ankles and pulling her as far out of the corner as she could get her with her hands still bound to the walls. Her buttocks scraped painfully across the rough floor and she moaned in protest but it was not heard.
"Now open 'em, baby, I want Stitch to see how nice and tight a real white pussy looks."
Reluctantly, with tears of shame and fear coursing down her reddened cheeks, Susan spread them a few inches.
"More, honky, more, Stitch can't see it, can ya, Stitch," she teased at him as his eyes grew wider and small beads of sweat began to form on his forehead.
Susan following her commands like a robot, spread her thighs wider but the negress, losing patience grabbed her at the ankles and jerked them hard apart. The poor girl sobbed again from the pain and humiliation, feeling the raw, pink flesh of her vagina stretched and open from the outward pressure against her legs. She was totally exposed to the trembling negro's gaze as his eyes locked in lustful desire at the tiny tight opening nestling in the sparse, soft field of blond cuntal hair between her legs.
"Wouldn't you like to sink that big black cock of yours right up in that tight lil pussy, Stitch, baby? Man, it'd feel like hot warm bacon grease slippin' around it."
Cowering in the corner, Susan had never felt more naked and frightened in her life. She was at the mercy of a mad-woman and a half-crazed idiot both at the same time and there was nothing that could be done about it. Her flesh still stung from where the negress had pressed the burning cigarette into her and she could not go through the horrible pain of that again. She would gladly die rather than go through this humiliation but she knew they would not kill her, not right away, anyway. The hate-filled Jodie was enjoying her sadistic revenge too much to listen to any kind of pleas for mercy, in fact she probably would enjoy it a hundred times more if she could get her to beg. There was no hope at all now for anything and she didn't try to stop the hopeless tears of humiliation and fright that were streaming down her cheeks.
She jumped suddenly as she felt a pressure between her legs. The negress had knelt down beside her and had brushed her hand against the tender flesh surrounding her vagina.
"She'd like you bettah than Duke, Stitch. Look at that how she jumps when she thinks 'bout you crawlin' on top of her and fuckin' her with that big thing of yours," and she thrust a finger hard into the moist opening of Susan's spread vagina, bringing another helpless twist of her body and a groan from her tortured lips.
"See, Stitch, see," the delighted negro girl cackled. "She loves ya."
"Y-Y-Yeah," the demented Stitch sputtered and Susan's eyes sprung open wide in fright as she suddenly looked up and saw him advancing across the floor with a lust-crazed look on his face and a great bulge in his pants.
"I-I-I'll f-fuck 'er," he mouthed wetly, not taking his eyes from between her legs where the grinning Jodie had expertly insinuated her fingers and was methodically massaging them around and around to widen the passage.
"Git 'er on the bed, man," the negress suddenly said, withdrawing her fingers wetly from Susan's cunt. She rose and taking a knife from under her blouse, slashed the bonds holding her to the wall, and lifted her by one arm to a standing position. "Now jist lay down there, baby, and ole Stitch's gonna give ya the best fuckin' ya ever had in your whole life. Jist like he did me last night," she added with a bitter sneer.
Susan hesitated and through the slit of her half opened eyes she suddenly saw the fiery glow of the cigarette pressing toward her firm, fear-throbbing breast. She leaped away from it and twisted half-crazily toward the bed. She could not stand it again, not the burning pain that had driven her half wild a few moments before. She would do anything, anything.
She landed face down on the bed where Duke had screwed her last night and lay quivering in fear and humiliation.
Oh God, would this horrible nightmare never end, ran helter skelter through her fevered thoughts. She'd rather die, rather die. But not tile pain again, she couldn't stand it. She would do anything!
She heard Stitch's clothes dropping hurriedly from his body as she remembered hearing Duke's last night and suddenly found herself wishing it were him again. At least, he had been human and gentle about it and for some strange unknown reason she had responded. It was animal-like, but still it had been a response. Now there was nothing but the shame and humiliation of lying here on this filthy, awful bed while the idiot Stitch finally got his way with her and the venomous Jodie egged him on to heap greater and greater indignities upon her helpless body.
She jerked as she suddenly felt hands on her buttocks behind. It was Jodie and she was drawing them slowly apart. Susan could not see her eyes but imagined them as burning and glistening like coal even in the light coming in through the window. She had wanted her revenge and she was getting it, getting it a thousand-fold.
"Look at it, Stitch, you kin fuck her here. She'll like it. It's a tight little asshole," Jodie crooned on, building the imbecile's passion to a point where she knew when it burst, it would burst into a sadistic and crazed violence just as she had been subjected to last night. She wanted to see this little white bitch get hers just like she had, only a hundred times more and before the day was over she would wish she were dead – if she weren't.
Susan felt the hands move away and they were replaced suddenly by wild slivering lips coursing all around her smooth, oval buttocks. He was biting into them without control, bringing tiny gasps of pain from her as she screwed her pelvis down into the mattress to try and escape. He pulled them apart with his thumbs and she could feel his long thick tongue snaking down and licking into the hot, slightly sweating crevice. He pulled and stretched at her asshole and she could feel the strain on the tight rubbery ring around it. It hurt and she felt lewd and obscene and her whole soul not just her body, felt naked and exposed to all the world as the crazed black form hovered over her buttocks behind and slobberingly plundered at the tiny brown puckered hole. But she didn't care now. Nothing was important anymore as long as she escaped the burning torture of the cigarette she could still smell burning behind her somewhere in the room as the vengeful Jodie stood and watched the whole obscene spectacle with hate-filled eyes glowing in savage satisfaction.
There was a pressure against her ankles and she did not resist as she felt her legs pulled open wide until the tips of her toes were hanging down on either side of the wide double bed. The negroes finger poked at her asshole and she jerked automatically from the sudden pain.
"Relax," the negress hissed at her from by the side of the bed and lowered another burning cigarette before the girl's face. "Open your ass."
Susan gasped and pleaded silently for a second and then relaxed to be used as the slavering negro crouching behind her desired. She sucked in her breath as he dug at her anus again with his middle finger, insinuating it slowly and methodically into the depths of her rectum. She moaned and pressed her face tight into the mattress as she felt him slip it in harshly up to the first knuckle and begin to move it around sadistically in her tight contracting asshole. He dug his finger deeper and she cried out but the scream died in her throat as she saw the burning tip of the cigarette again before her eyes.
The crazed Stitch's finger had impaled her deeper and he began to grind it around down into her tightly constricted anal passage with a greater force now. She began to jerk her buttocks involuntarily to escape the cruel probing but her quivers only drove it deeper and deeper into her.
"Go on, Stitch," the impatient negress standing by the bed goaded, "Fuck her in the ass."
The negro slipped his finger from her rectum with a wet sucking noise and clasped his broad thick rod in his hand. He had never felt so excited in his life and his body shook as he looked down on the helpless white girl stretched beneath him, so vulnerable and open. He had waited a long time to get his turn at her while all the others had had theirs. Now it was his turn and his eyes shone frenzied and wild as he gently pulled at his huge black cock, bigger than any of the others by far, and he stroked to bring it to its full power. He wanted to go as deep in her as he could and show her he was just as good as Duke. He had heard her moaning and groaning under Duke last night as he had listened from the other room and knew he could make her like it too just as Duke had done.
He half lowered himself, half fell, down onto her back and she could feel his hands fumbling between them and pulling the cheeks of her ass wide apart. He lifted his ass in the air and she could feel the tip of his cock probing against her for several seconds, trying to find the tight puckered hole.
And suddenly he did.
He pushed forward and she felt a slight pop at her anus – and then – then a sudden spasm of pain so unbearable that she twisted and screamed, again and again, trying with all her strength to get away. Her buttocks were moving like a live animal thrashing about to escape but her jerks only helped to drive his huge black penis deeper and deeper inside her.
She could feel the pressure of the demented negro's body pressing down on her with a pulverizing strength, pushing her down into the bed, punishing the lovely white ass that waved back at his eyes. She bucked back up at him, trying to throw him off but as she bucked up, he rammed down and imbedded his thick, rock-hard cock all the way to the hilt in the soft flaccid tunnel of her ass.
"Aaaahhhggggg, God," she grunted in pain and continued her hopeless thrashing beneath him. She no longer felt human as the huge black cock ripped far up into her rectum, pushing against the bottom of her belly inside. She felt as though she were split open by a knife and her insides were torn and ripped as they had never been before. The pain was unbearable and she fought in wild desperation for a full minute longer against the brutal fleshy pole sunk in her backside and then with a final groan of hopeless surrender her strength failed. She collapsed in a limp mass of flesh beneath the body of the negro who had her pinned to the bed like a butterfly in an insect collection.
The sadistic Jodie bent down beside her on the bed and hissed in her ear.
"Like it in the ass, honky."
And that made it a million times worse, to know that she was watching it all and enjoying Susan's crude and inhuman humiliation at the hands of the half-wit. Her crackling laughter reverberated through the room like the voice of doom itself, urging the panting Stitch, who lay with his cock throbbing inside her, to rip her apart.
"How would Duke like that now, baby? Watchin' his little white honky gittin' fucked in the asshole." Her words of mockery and insult droned on until suddenly the pain in Susan's rectum from the giant entry began to ease a little. She still felt ripped and stretched there but the time he had lain on her not moving had given her anus time to gradually adjust to the unnatural invasion and her mind to clear a little. The jungle instinct of survival that lies buried deep in the mind of every human being as a throw back to that time eons ago when they too crawled upon the earth on their bellies began to reverberate through her brain.
Two could play the game the vicious negress was playing by appealing to the animal instincts of the half-witted Stitch. She too could do it. He was her only hope now to protect her from the horrible death or mutilation that was certain to follow her ravishment now. She had to get him on her side at any and all costs or her fate was sealed. And… there was only one way to do that.
Stitch suddenly groaned as he felt the white girls' anal muscles tighten around his long thick length buried inside her. His cock throbbed harder and he couldn't believe his senses when her buttocks began a slow methodical, but hardly perceptible rotation beneath him. He flexed his penis deep up her rectum in an answering signal to convince his skeptical and unbelieving mind that she was responding to him. He gasped as he felt it, felt her throb and tighten around like a warm fitting glove. His joy knew no bounds. He had conquered her and suddenly gasping and moaning in a new found delight, he jerked her almost weightless body up to its knees without losing the connection and began to saw rhythmically and deep far down into the velvety confines of her anus. He watched with disbelieving jubilance as the pinkish round skin of her puckered little asshole draw back with the long black shaft, clasping to it as though it did not want to let it go.
Susan knelt before him and prayed, prayed that her revulsion and humiliation would not betray her to him and that she could hold out long enough to convince him he had really conquered her will. Kneeling before him she began to undulate her buttocks in small tiny circles, waving the white full rounded cheeks back at him lasciviously like a red flag before a bull. And strangely, the tiny bit of whore in every woman suddenly broke forth into a tingle of masochistic excitement. She wasn't working for money but for her life, but it was all the same and she did not fight it. She wanted to enjoy it, she had to enjoy it, or he would know she was using him. There was still pain but it was strangely pleasurable and she found herself thrusting and squirming back to meet the obscene impalement and he jerked forward into her.
"Man, that honky likes it, Stitch," the ecstatic Jodie crooned from the side of the bed as she too mistook Susan's sudden gyrations as a sign of total and complete surrender to the sodomizing she was receiving from the huge ebony cools.
Behind her the impassioned and delighted Stitch groaned each time he surged up into her and she too was moaning beneath him and twisting and waving the whiteness of her ass back at him in a lewd invitation to fuck into her harder and deeper. Her face was turned to the side on the bed and he could see her teeth bared back in ecstatic delight, her tongue flicking out wetly in time to the increasing power of his long, smooth strokes into her that carried the full length of his long plunging rod of flesh. Her long, blond hair flowed out over the bed and periodically whirled in the air before his eyes as with a sudden or particularly hard thrust she would grunt and flail her head to the other side.
God, he had her.
She was his now to do as he liked for as long as he liked and even as he rammed into her now, weird pornographic pictures of the things he would do with her voluptuous white body later, filtered through his dim-witted mind and increased his pleasure that much more.
"Oooooh, oooooh," she moaned and grunted beneath him and he pressed forward as far as he could, pulling the soft cheeks of her ass wide apart to allow him to go deeper, and just holding it there. His cock was buried to the hilt up her painfully expanded rectum and he suddenly gasped again. Her hand had reached down under her body and was gently cradling his balls, scraping her nails over them in a maddening, teasing motion that brought saliva running from the edges of his mouth.
"Oh yes, darling, fuck it like that," she crooned through her tightly clenched lips as he gorged into her buttocks as hard as he could and rotated the giant blood-filled head deep around in her asshole.
Susan could almost feel herself splitting open from the power and pressure he was exerting deep down inside her but she gritted her teeth tight and did all the things she knew he would want her to do. She mouthed obscenities back at him and pleaded with him to do things to her with words like cunt, fuck, and shit. And all the time she thrust back against him, hiding her shame and humiliation in her grim determination to convince him she wanted it more than anything else in the world.
And she had.
Behind her, the still elated Stitch began to throb and ache in his balls where her fingers coursed over them. He knew he was close to cumming and he wanted it to be good. This little white bitch was his now and he had waited a long time to get her beneath him and he was going to enjoy it to the fullest.
Susan could feel his hugeness inside her stretched and expanded rectum growing and she knew what was coming. She knew he was going to shoot his lewd, hot sperm deep up into her helpless anus and she would have given anything in the world if there were any other way, but there wasn't. She would have to take it all inside her even if the humiliation and shame killed her.
The now crazed negro behind her began to fuck into her asshole with ever increasing speed. His hand ripped and pulled at the soft white rounded globes of buttocks like they were soft resilient clay in his hands. He spread the cheeks of her ass wide-apart and with bulging eyes watched the full black length of his pistoning cock split the whiteness of her anus like a soot covered train tunneling through a snow covered mountain. His cock felt as though it would burst, not just at the end but all along the full length where the rubbery tight walls of her rectum held it vice-like and hot. The white girl was mumbling and whimpering incoherent noises into the mattress, and, mistaking them for cries of wanton passion, he increased the vigor and power of his strokes until he was buffeting her forward into the headboard of the bed with cruel earth-shattering lunges.
Susan cried out in desperate prayer, unable to stop herself in the mad scramble of the lust-crazed negro to complete his orgasm.
"Oh God, ooooh God," she screamed, the sobs choking down her throat as she felt him jerk inside her and realized to her horror that the moment was here when he was going to explode inside her and fill her helpless and unprotected belly with his obscene, hot, cum and there was nothing in the world she could do about it but lay kneeling in front of him like a galley slave and feign a rampant passion.
"Oh, cum, darling, cum," she shouted back at his sweating body, wanting to get it over with, wanting to end it forever. There was a muffled gurgle from behind her and she felt his great throbbing cock burst like a dam as he gave one last tremendous thrust into the back of her upraised buttocks and emptied his hot sperm in wave after wave deep into the depths of her rectum. Susan thought the ejaculating instrument would never stop flowing into her and could feel the hot sticky fluid overflowing around his still jerking cock and forcing its way out the tight nether ring of her asshole that was clamped tight around the base of his throbbing black cock. Her humiliation and shame were complete. She had whored herself and didn't even know if it would save her. She gasped out a deep sigh of relief as she felt his deflated and limp shaft of flesh slowly withdraw from her flooded behind. There was a slight, wet, sucking noise as it slipped out from between the full white moons of her buttocks with a lewd slurping sound. Then a sudden rush of cool air into the wetness of her loins as she remained kneeling with her buttocks waving high in the air for a moment and then collapsed off to the side of the bed.
The satiated and ecstatic Stitch lay mumbling to himself in his elation over his conquest of the white girl. It was something incomprehensible to him and as unreachable as the moon but it had happened and he lay back with a half-idiotic smile on his face, reveling in his unexpected and first triumph over Duke, their leader. He had taken his girl away.
Susan lay with her chest heaving from the awful ordeal of sodomy she had gone through. Her whole rectal passage ached and felt torn and she could feel it burning slightly where the negro's strong, pungent seminal fluid formed a still warm pool deep up inside it. She waited, knowing that the moment was coming soon that would tell if it had all been worth it or if she had just let herself get fucked in that horrible way for nothing.
The moment came a second later.
"Now it's my turn," she suddenly heard hissed venomously from the foot of the bed. She looked down and her eyes opened wide in horror. The negress, Jodie, her face contorted in bitter hate, was standing there with a long sharp switch-blade held menacingly in her hand.
The reclining Stitch, a lazy self-satisfied smile still frozen to his face, raised his head and stuttered: "W-W-What'cha gonna d-do?" he asked, suddenly showing alarm as he saw the knife glistening in the sunlight coming through the window.
"I'm gonna cut her tit off. Then ya can fuck her again," the negress spat down at him.
Susan closed her eyes and prayed. It was all out of her hands now, her work had ended when the idiotic Stitch had emptied his loins inside her aching rectum. It was all up to him now.
"N-No ya ain't."
Susan's eyes opened slightly as she felt his weight rise from the bed and saw him place himself between her and the advancing negress. His hands were clenched into tight fists and the muscles on his back stood out in broad, powerful sinews that gave her sudden security. At least she had someone on her side even if she had to undergo this same horrible ordeal she had just experienced over and over again until the others returned.
There was a sudden scuffle and a cry and her hopes were shattered as quickly as they had formed. The lithe, quick negress had lunged forward and caught the passion weakened Stitch straight between the ribs with the gleaming, silver blade of the knife. Susan cringed down back into the mattress, her eyes open in horrified disbelief as he stood there for a moment, his mouth hanging open in shock, and then pitched forward dead on the floor with a dull thud that shook the flimsy walls of the shack.
The negress smiled again across the width of the bed.
"Nice try, honky," she rasped in hate, "but it was all for nuthin'. I'm gonna cut you up in little pieces, a little bit at a time."
Susan cowered back against the headboard of the bed, stunned at the sudden violent turn of events that now left her at the mercy of the deranged negress. She watched as a gentle bird hypnotized by the relentless approach of a silent hungry cat bearing down on it. She could not move and closed her eyes again to sweep away the horrible, insane vision of the glistening blade of steel now running with blood, held in the hand of the stealthy approaching negress.
"Now, honky baby," she heard through her fogged mind. "I want that left tit first."
A cold hand closed over her breast and stretched it harshly outward from her body… she groaned, and felt herself passing into the welcome oblivion of unconsciousness. But she was suddenly stunned by a quick and terrible roar. The coldness flew from her breast as though it had been slapped away and her eyes fluttered open.
Duke was standing in the doorway, a double barreled shot-gun in hands. Thin wisps of smoke were rising from both barrels. He said nothing, but motioned to her to come to him. It was difficult and her legs wobbled but she made it through the door and heard him close it behind them. She had not bothered to look at either of the bodies lying in the room because she knew she couldn't stand it even after the horror she had just been through.
"We forgot somethin' and came back," Duke said simply, and then added with a strange note of nostalgia in his voice that even he didn't understand. "They wouldn't a done that last year if I told 'em not to."