Chapter 4

Susan dimly heard the door shut behind them as Duke kicked it shut with his foot. It didn't stay completely closed but swung open slightly so that it didn't shut away the piteous moaning sounds of the distraught Jodie being assaulted again on the bed where Susan, herself, had been so bitterly humiliated last night. She wanted to cry out and plead with him to shut the door to take her mind from what was happening to the poor negro girl and what was about to happen to her. But she dared not make a sound now as the tone of the negro leader's mood had changed and she was frightened of what he might do if she uttered the slightest protest.

He pulled her toward the bed against the wall and let her drop face down across it. She hadn't the strength or sense of will to move and listened as though in a trance as she heard him stripping the clothing from his dark, muscular body and drop them heavily to the floor. The heavy metallic belt buckle hit with an incongruous thud that caused her to jump slightly from the surprise of the sudden, coarse sound. Then there was silence, except for the occasional male grunts of passion mixed with whimpering feminine protests coming through the door from the other room.

Susan tensed her body and waited for the touch of his hands on her back but there was none. Instead, he stood for a long moment looking down at her in the dim light from the candle he had lit before removing his clothes. She didn't have to turn her head to know he was studying her as she could almost feel the hot trails of desire and admiration his eyes left behind them as they roved over her reclining form.

"You're pretty," she suddenly heard through the screams coming from the other room and her first reaction was to turn her head and see where the strange, suddenly tender, voice came from. It was Duke as she could see no one else through the hazy blurred vision of her straining eyes. But it was a Duke that she did not recognize from the tenderness with which he spoke. The very softness of his voice sheared the harsh ghetto accent away and made him something else! something human that she had mysteriously felt in him but had not seen until this instant. It unsettled her and yet confused her thoughts. She had considered them nothing but a bunch of wild animals that roamed the streets taking what they wanted by virtue of their strength alone just as they had abducted her and used her as they wished. But now with the sudden tenderness of the leader, whom she had feared most of all because of his power of life or death over her, she was no longer certain.

"I hope they didn't hurt 'cha," he spoke again, making no move to approach the bed even though he had prepared himself to take her.

"No, no they didn't," she found herself saying without thinking about it, then realizing it was the first time she had spoken voluntarily except to plead for herself since she had become their captive.

She felt the bed give beneath his weight as he sat down beside her when he heard her speak. She cringed away from his nakedness from habit though she was not as frightened by it as she had been in the beginning. There was really nothing more for her to fear except death itself. They had done everything to her that was imaginable and she was not so certain that perhaps death now wouldn't be preferable to facing the world again after the brutal and sadistic sexual depravities she had been subjected to since being taken from the street last night. Yes, she thought, death would be preferable if it did not involve pain because she could not stand that and knew she could be bent to their will with it anytime as she had been last night by the brutal beating she had received with the leather belt.

His hand came to rest softly on her back and surprisingly to her, her body did not jerk automatically away. She had been so beaten and abused in the last twenty four hours that she supposed nothing could really move her now unless it were being thrown to the others to use as an obscene plaything as before. Yes, she was much better off with Duke than the poor Jodie, whose pleas for mercy from the other room had now changed to soft helpless groans of outrage at the indecencies being committed on her helpless body. Susan found herself wondering what they were doing to her now and shuddered as she pictured all three of them hovering over the prostrate girl's form on the bed, each pleasing themselves in a different way as they had done with her last night.

Duke's hand moved slowly on her back, mistaking her slight tremble from the lewd picture that had formed in her mind, for the beginning of surrender. The half drunken negro was right. The girl had surrendered but not for the reason he so much wanted her too. The will to resist had been totally destroyed because there was nothing else he could do to her that had not already been done. She could stand the threat of sudden pain no more and her fatigue-wracked body was almost beyond feeling anything but the desire for the peace from which it had been so cruelly disturbed when it had been thrown into the car by the gang of negroes so long, long ago. She was his, both mind and body now and the tenderness with which he touched her helped quiet her fears of further pain so that she lay and let him play with her as he wished.

The negro, sobering slightly from the sight of the voluptuous young white girl stretched languidly on the bed beside him, gazed down at her with an almost religious reverence. He would have given anything in the world at that moment if he could have possessed something like her under different circumstances. The whiteness of her skin made no difference but it was what she stood for. She was clean, innocent, and untouched, except for the rape she had been subjected to by force and that didn't count. And even now he would have given anything if it hadn't happened and things could have been different and he had been born in another world. He might have had her then, or at least one like her, that he could have won on his own merits the way a woman should be won. Now, with tomorrow so close and the job he had committed himself to do, he knew it could never happen. Particularly, after today when he had gotten a glimpse of what the new an black world run by the new breed held in store for him. That is, if he even lived through tomorrow. A lot of people were going to die and he knew it. People he had grown up with and known all his life, perhaps even one of his younger brothers or sisters who would undoubtedly wander down to see the excitement.

And... there was nothing he or anyone else could do to stop it now. It had smoldered too long and he and the others like him were too stupid to fight any other way. They had never been taught otherwise like the new breed and had no choice but to follow them into the sea like the children of Hamlin dancing blindly behind the Pied Piper.

He wished, also, with all his heart he could explain this to the white girl who might understand better why he needed her so much tonight. But, he knew he couldn't. They were a complete world apart and he could never put the words together that could even begin to describe how he felt. She would have to go on forever believing he was just an inhuman black brute because he didn't have at this moment, the time or words to convince her otherwise.

Time had just run out on everything.

Susan felt her body begin to shiver as his hands moved down over her soft round buttocks and began pushing the hem of her tattered and dirty dress up the backs of her thighs. She could hear him breathing heavily behind her and wanted to turn and look at his face to see if it reflected the sudden gentility with which his hands moved but she didn't dare. She was afraid it would end suddenly and he would without warning again erupt into the violence he had the first time he had taken her in the car. He nudged her hips up from the bed and she lifted without resistance to the gentle pressure to allow him to slip the silken garment up the full length of her body and over her head.

"Oooooh," she murmured as he ran his hands in a long slow caress back down her back again and unhooked the brassiere that fell away without effort as she lifted for him to pull it from beneath her chest. Her breasts trembled and hardened slightly as they made naked contact with the unwashed sheet beneath them and she groaned again, not from pain but from some new alien tingle that began throbbing gently inside her flesh.

His hands came down her back again and he hooked his fingers in the elastic band at the top of what was left of her nylon panties and gently pushed and pulled until they slipped reluctantly down over the full voluptuous moons of her buttocks and hips. They stuck momentarily at her thighs and she shook them slightly to help him and they slipped on down to her ankles and over her self-raised feet without further resistance.

She was naked now before the negro but felt no intense fear. She had come to trust him in the last few minutes and sensed that he would not hurt her intentionally. In fact, the thought ran hazily through her mind, that he probably would stop if she pleaded with him. But, she had no intention of doing that now. He had saved her from another horrible evening at the hands of the other three depraved men and the venomous anger of the Negress and she sensed that it had not been totally through desire for her alone, but from a strange compassion that had arisen in him for her as a human being. She knew because his hands playing over the softness of her now quivering flesh were asking, not demanding.

And, there was no other way she had to repay him.

He sensed too that there had been a change in the white girl. She no longer cringed beneath his touch as she had done in the car or when she had sat next to him at the table. She did not even press to him desperately as she had when she had grasped his ankle for protection on the floor in the other room. Now, to his amazement, she seemed to desire it. Her body strained and worked with his hands as they coursed over her. He rubbed her buttocks in small tiny circles, gently pressing apart the two full white moons so that he could see the tiny puckered brown hole of her anus nestled there so open and vulnerable. He thought of bending over and kissing it but decided against it. He did not want to do anything that would raise her guard and perhaps snap her from the relaxed mood she was in at this moment. He cupped the firm full cheeks of her ass again and then slid his fingers slowly down them and into the crease caused by the pressure of her thighs lying so close together.

He expected them to clench tightly shut as he pressured gently down between them with his hand but was surprised when they fell limply open without resistance of any kind. He pushed his hand up between their full satin-like softness until his fingers came into sudden wet contact with the soft down of the thin blond pubic hair growing tantalizingly up between her legs. He tried to press his finger up between the soft moist flanges of her vagina but she jerked spasmodically away, not from fear or revulsion, but from the unexpected contact that sent a shiver of warm rippling sensation running up the nerves of her naked back.

She groaned, vaguely aware of his hands turning her body on the bed so that she was flat on her back and the whole of her naked front was presented up to him in a delicious photograph of hollows and secret indentations.

She was just as he remembered her last night when he had made her stand naked before the fire and had taunted the others with the prize he possessed, a taunt he lived to regret an hour later when the cards had gone against him and he had lost her to them. Yes, she was just as she was then, firm and young, and her body shook as though filled with passion.

He kneeled beside running his hands reverently over her breasts, her flat white belly, her thighs, up and down over her unprotected nudity with shaking hands that brought forth small animal mewls of pleasure from between her tightly closed teeth. His passion was increased as he watched the contrast of his ebony dark hands moving over and bringing the gasping and quivering response from the white, white of her body.

He watched her open her eyes and look up at him for a moment, the hazel-blueness shadowed by the dim smoky veil of building passion that was beginning to course through her.

Susan, somewhere back in the distant ages since his hands had reached for her body, had drifted into a strange unknown world of sudden deep, soft pleasure of the flesh. She had lain beneath his hands at first in fear, then in grim realization that she had a debt to pay. Now... all conscious thought of why she was here or who her slowly flaming body was writhing beneath was lost in her memory. It no longer mattered as she felt the tiny licking flames running all around her, between the softness of her inner thighs, out the tips of her now throbbing and pebble-hard nipples, and down again to the burning core of her vagina where it roared in white hot heat like the interior of a blast furnace.

"Oh God," her voice whispered softly without even knowing it had been said. "Oh God."

He pressed his thick rubbery lips down over hers and immediately felt the hard rigid pressure of her tongue spearing up into his mouth in her unconscious quest for a warmer, wetter contact with the devil-like thing so deliciously torturing her body.

His hands continued rummaging over her and he ran them between her thighs which did not jerk away this time but which opened voluntarily to admit him to the very core of her being. He could feel the warm center of her loins flexing almost imperceptibly in passionate answer to his naked touch.

"Aaaah, aaaaah," she was sighing continuously up into his lips, her tongue pushed up into his and circling deep around inside as though searching desperately for another entrance to his mouth.

Her passion spurred his own. Disbelief buzzing through his brain that this could be happening. Last night in the car he had brutally ripped this voluptuous white girl's virginity from between her legs in a brutal rape and yet tonight she was writhing and twisting beneath him as though she were his slave.

He could not stand it another minute and he moved over, slithering on top of her warm, soft, white body like a protective blanket. He could feel it quivering helplessly out of control under him and reached down his sides with both hands and drew her unresisting thighs up the sides of hips until the whole of her wet, throbbing vaginal slit was presented up to him in welcome sacrifice He held them there for a long tortured moment and started to reach down and implant himself inside her but at the last second he stopped.

He wanted her total surrender tonight and it would be worth the risk of breaking the spell she was under now. It would make it all a thousand times more meaningful if she were to take him to her. He held his breath and spoke in a whisper.

"Put it in."

And he let his breath slowly out in a long gasp of relief as he felt her hand burrowing down without hesitation between them and her warm fingers close tightly around his rigid flesh. She stilled for a moment and he held his breath again in fear she would suddenly regain her senses and twist away from him. It was a long, long second later that he breathed out again in relief as he felt her thumb and forefinger tighten around the head of his pulsating penis and slowly but firmly push up. He gasped, and his lips bared back torturously over his white, ivory-like teeth as the thick black, foreskin peeled back up and she gently pressed the moist sensitive tip of his cock into the wet, fleshy folds of her vagina. He could feel the soft blond pubic hair grazing gently against it as it hung poised for entry between the tight, throbbing lips. The hot, smooth warmth was excruciating and it was all he could do to hold himself back from lunging forward to sink the whole of the heavy pulsating weight hanging down between his legs with one mighty flesh splitting thrust into the helplessly impassioned white girl's quivering and waiting belly.

But he waited.

He waited because she needed it and that's what he had wanted from her even though it tortured him beyond his wildest imagination and because he knew he had conquered her soul and she was completely at the mercy of his desires at this moment. The chance may never come again and he tortured himself, holding back the final plunge that would fuse them together in one great wet, pulsating mass of black and white flesh, to wring from her that one final admission of surrender that would bond them together as long as she lived.

But she had to know it, she had to be conscious of it or it would mean nothing at all. She had to remember that she had done it, and done it because she had desired it more than pride itself. He would be leaving this world tomorrow. He could feel it because after today he had no place to go but he wanted to leave something behind that would make him live and that something would be forever sunk deep in her belly and no matter what she did from that moment on, no matter how many times after wards she was fucked, his cock would always be there with the others. She would remember and that would make him alive again but she just had to know it, she had to feel it within every pore in her body when he gave it to her and there was only one way.

Susan lay groaning in tiny unintelligible gasps that seeped from between her tightly gnashed teeth like quick puffs of steam from a laboring locomotive making it's way up a steep and unclimbable incline. Her body ached and she was vaguely aware of a great black form hovering over her. Her legs and loins were wide apart and wet from a strange and delicious soft pressure that she herself remembered vaguely placing there an eternity ago and she hungered. Hungered deep inside her contracting womb as though it were a ravenous animal in a zoo waiting to be fed. Other animals were being fed and she could hear their cries of hungry feast in the distance, merged with the tortured squeak of rusty and ancient bedsprings in an adjacent room. Dim pictures of a tan, tortured form that she had seen ages ago, being crushed and mutilated beyond all recognition between black sweating bodies of ebony flickered through her hazy mind increasing the intensity of the weird pleasurable hunger a thousand times more than when it started.

The negro levered up on his hands into a push-up position above the slowly, undulating body of the white girl. Her face was contorted in indescribable rapture and her lips were pursed in a wet rounded oval shaped with tiny wisping groans of half-conscious pleasure escaping from around the soft pinkness of her tongue circling moistly around the outside of her mouth. He looked down between the contrasting color of their bodies and could see his giant throbbing hardness pressed blackly into the liquid saturated folds of her pink and open cunt. The silken softness of her pubic hair surrounded the stump-like pole of flesh in a lust-inciting mixture of blond against glistening black that caused his cock to throb involuntarily against her.