Chapter 5

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. lichen 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.