Chapter 10
"You black bastard!" hissed Carrie, swearing for the first time in her life. "You perverted bastard!"
To emphasize her protests, Carrie wiggled her hips down into the grubby mattress and flexed vaginal muscles she didn't know she possessed . . . all intended to force his ugly black thing out of her pure, plundered pussy before it ripped her to shreds. But, to her dismay, her movements only drew him further up into her, sucking his blackness inside her pink vagina like a vacuum cleaner sucking up dust. Every throbbing vein of his massive, unmoving penis pressed against the walls of her vagina when she clenched them, and his blunt cock head beat a torturous African black magic drum beat against her burning cervix with each inward stroke into her belly.
I don V feel anything . . . she told herself at first; but with time, her guilt melted into pleasure and she knew she was lying to herself. Some strange, natural reaction which Carrie could neither comprehend nor rationalize was attacking her fevered loins, as if stricken by an obscure African jungle disease, and she couldn't stop her buttocks from wriggling in involuntary yearning as Jackson's quieted penis throbbed and flexed deep inside her womb.
Jackson recognized the signs of submission when he saw them-he'd had enough practice with Una's perverted eroticism. His thick lips curled up and he flexed his cock again . . . this time rewarded by a low, helpless whimper.
"Noooo!" Carrie's shrill cry screamed at her faithless body rather than her cruel attacker as she found herself tumbling into a black fog of sensation where pleasure intermingled with pain and quickly took control of her loins. "Oooooooouuuuggg-hhhh!"
Jackson's black eyes flickered over the young married woman's lush body. He had won this round! Her white silk body was coated in a fine mist of perspiration like dew on a rose in the gray hours of dawn, and her full breasts were swollen and tipped by diamond-chip hard nipples. There was no mistaking the sensuous electricity which caused her faint whimpers and grinding movements, nor the outward flowering of her softly quivering vagina. Submission or slavery . . . she was his now! He held her soul and her body, and it had been ridiculously easy because he held the key: all women were whores-like his mother who supplemented the family income with another occasional street corner trick.
Pride coursed through Jackson like liquid lightning, spurring him on to new heights of sadism. His dirty, jagged fingernails gripped her breasts, digging into the pliant flesh until huge red welts rose up on the sensitive skin and a rivulet of sweat trickled down from the valley between her twin fleshy mounds onto her girlishly flat belly.
"Like that, don't ya, bitch!" the black terrorist taunted. "So the white lady likes black cock, huh?"
Carrie blushed a brilliant shade of scarlet. Oh, God, if only it still hurt! she lamented in silent anguish. I'd rather be dead than feeling like this! God, Edward will never touch me again knowing I've made love to a black man . . . and liked it!
The shame-stricken girl gritted her teeth and shook her tousled curls in a desperate effort to keep from muttering any sound that would signal her arousal; but when Jackson began pumping his cock in and out of her tender pussy with brutal intensity, Carrie couldn't hold back her gasp of masochistic joy. Her cuntal muscles, as though controlled by a switch, opened and closed around the pummeling penis, sending tremors of tingling desire throughout her shackled figure until her scalp shivered and her bare white toes curled under in helpless ecstasy.
Jackson, incited by clasping muscles hugging his burgeoning cock, slammed his lust engorged penis into her with the force of a jet plane preparing for take-off. Both their sexual juices were flowing so copiously that they gushed in one white, sticky stream as he sawed in and out of her, making lewd sucking noises.
Only one thing remained to be done: make her beg for it. This proud, upper-class bitch must beg, must sob in need for more of his hammering cock.
'Tell me how good it feels, bitch!" he groaned, panting out of breath from the labor of his lust. "Tell me how much you like it!"
It's no use! I can't stop myself! Carrie's dazed mind shuddered. He knows I'm really a whore at heart. I'm just a-she shivered, trying to think of the elusive word, all the time wriggling her hips upward to meet her rapist's ruthless thrusts. A NYMPHOMANIAC! That's what I am! lama sick sex maniac!
"Say it!" Jackson growled through clenched teeth. His balls were aching with pent-up lust, but he couldn't allow himself his climax until he'd heard this bigoted professor's wife beg for more of his cock. "Go on! Tell me ya wanna be fucked! Say it!"
The lust-maddened terrorist could read from his kidnapped victim's involuntary whimpers and moans that she was near her orgasm. With sly cruelty, he slowly withdrew his passion-swollen cock from her clenching cunt to let it lie dormant a mere tantalizing inch inside her voluptuous vagina.
As much as Carrie hated herself for it, she couldn't keep her naked buttocks from grinding up against the wiry patch of his groin. Despite her aroused lust, she retained enough control over herself to keep the incriminating whimpers of frustration from bubbling from her lips.
"SAY IT!" Jackson yelled. His sperm churned to butter in his testicles and he knew from the no-longer-virginal bride's grunting and scrunched-up facial expression that she, too, was nearing her climax. "BEG BITCH!" he rasped out, forcing his bulbous cock head a couple of inches into her juicy cunt, then tantalizingly withdrawing it again.
"Noooo.. . noooo!" whimpered Carrie. Her words sounded pitifully pathetic in her own ears, like a bad actor trying to convince his audience a real bullet had struck his chest. She clenched her green eyes shut and prayed for strength from the Virgin Mary to resist this last, impossible sinful degradation. This scurrilous criminal-this scum of earth black man-would never have the satisfaction of hearing her beg for his . . . his thing!
Jackson's beady eyes grew cold and flinty. "Do I have to beat it out of you?"
When the girl's eyes remained passively shut and her lips refused to budge, the kidnapper's pent-up passion exploded in a animalish burst of jungle rage. One flattened hand slashed out to strike her shame-reddened left cheek, while the other grasped so fiercely at her right breast that she winced and yelped in real pain. Oddly enough, she was far less aware of the physical pain than of the masochistic excitement surging through her lust-peaked body.
"Do I have to carve that pretty face of yours.. . or is that enough?"
Thrills of terror inched along Carrie's frozen spine, and as she stared at her abductor's black, sweating face, something snapped in her psyche.
What's the difference? her dazed mind whirled. He already knows I'm a whore. Why play games? He's crazy enough to cut up my face if I don't do as he asks.
"All right. . . " she mumbled under her sweet breath, her face rubicund with shame despite the weird tremors of lust fanning out of her fire-filled vagina to every nerve-ending in her young body.
Jackson raised his hand and slapped her again across the cheek, just for the pleasure of seeing her cringe beneath his strength. "Say it, you whore!"
"I w-want you to do it to m-me . . . want you to fuck me . . . " The words whispered from Carrie's parched lips in a low, tremulous whisper at first, but when she heard her own voice mouthing the vulgar obscenity, she wanted to hear more.
"Ohhh, yes!" she spat, loudly, shrilly. "Fuck me . . . fuck meee you black bastard!"
"You said it, baby!" Jackson grinned and lunged.
Carrie's sensitive cervix stung as the red hot poker of Jackson's black anvilled penis banged against it. . . but she scarcely noticed the pain. Her mouth had voiced what her body wanted so desperately, washing away all inhibitions. Everything incited her dormant passion: the pain in her ecstatically throbbing pussy, the unwashed odor of the man's sweat, the bonds on her ankles and wrists.
"Screw me.. . fuck me. . . you bastard!" her own voice pleaded, sounding strange-like a poor quality cassette. Lord, she didn't realize she knew such obscenities. "I neeeed ittt! God help me . . . I have to have it! DAMN YOU, FUCK ME!"
The sadistic ex-con squirmed with passion as he watched the pure white angel transformed into a black devil of lust. White hot semen boiled inside his hairy testicles as they slapped vigorously against the puckered hole of her anus and his cock banged to the hilt with every maddened stroke. Both of his black sweaty palms were clutching her breasts now, his unfiled nails digging fiercely into her unblemished ivory skin. His leadership would remain uncontested after the rest of SALM took a look at the humbled voluptuous professor's wife!
Waves of slashing passion surged through Carrie with every jarring thrust of the Jackson's swollen cock. Gnashing her teeth, she arched her hips up to force him back into her burning cunt with every out-stroke, then ground down into the mattress on the down-thrust while the sac of his balls beat a maddening tattoo against her anus. When he crushed his mouth to hers and snaked his tongue between her lips, she didn't notice the stale taste of beer and barbeque, so far gone was she.
Suddenly, the black body above her jerked and stiffened and his penis tickling against her cervix, expanded like a blown up balloon until Carrie was certain it would tear right through her belly. He tore his lips away from hers, groaning like a jungle animal, and through the hazy fog of her degenerate lust, she dimly recognized that something wonderful was about to happen.
"UUUuuurrnnggghhh!" snarled Jackson. "I'm cumming in your hot cunt!"
Hot jets of thick white semen splashed high up into Carrie's quivering cunt as the man's lewd cries echoed above her own breathless whimpers, above the full-volume rumble of freeway traffic and sirens of highway police chasing down speeders. Blackness studded with flashing neon-bright stars swam before her eyes, and then she screamed too, the high pitched wail of a demon-possessed madwoman. As the convulsing walls of her conquered cunt clasped around the surging, spurting cock, a tidal wave of ferocity flooded every pore of her perspiration soaked body, from her fettered ankles to the roots of her tangled and knotted chestnut curls. "AAAAIEEE!"
The kidnapped bride's climactic scream was so piercing that down on the street below a hooker raised her head, wondering who was using the condemned apartment building for her John and wondering, too, if it wouldn't be cheaper than the motel down the block. Both Jackson and Carrie were moaning and spasming in erotic ecstasy, oblivious to all but the electrical intensity of their mutual orgasm. Especially the young bride, who'd never so much as dreamed that such carnal bliss existed.
"Don't stop! Don't ever stop!" she wailed frantically, crushing her pulsating pelvis up against the man's still lunging penis as her first orgasm of her sheltered life reverberated through each and every cell of her long-denied loins. I've gone crazy-BUT I DON'T CARE!
Then all coherent thought faded from her deflowered mind as she sank into a vacuum of physical release that tingled over her body, sparking her nerve ends. She spasmed in indescribable pleasure as thick, milky-white rivulets of sperm oozed from her cum-filled pussy onto her trembling thighs and the soft brown tendrils of her pubic curls.
"Oh God! Sooo goooddd . . . soooggoodd!"
Jackson relished his captive's cry and felt her body fall into limp unconsciousness beneath him. He'd fucked her so hard he'd damn near killed her!
Summoning up his last reserves of strength, the sadistic rebel pulled his sated, deflating penis from the quivering hole of Mrs. Tarrington's pussy dripping with cuntal juices soft as melted butter. The lewd, wet sluicing sound it made as it pulled out delighted him, as did the sight of the creamy white spider webs of combined male and female secretions which threaded from his deflated penis. White bitch! Grinning egoistically, he hoisted his naked black body up over the unconscious body of the roped-down professor's wife and smeared his cum-stained penis over her unconscious face.
I just might keep her for myself he gloated, as he slid his sperm-spattered cock over the girl's flushed cheeks, her closed eyes, her Irish nose. With her credit cards and money I can take her to Morocco and keep her my slave. To hell with Una, Carl and James. . . let them, fight the revolution. I ain't never had nothin' this beautiful, and I ain't about to give it up to free some dumb-assed niggers in South Africa. . .
Jackson's limp male flesh shaft slipped from his fingers and away from Carrie's semen-glistening face as he collapsed in exhaustion next to the unconscious young wife's nakedly fettered body. As a mouse scratched in the corner, he fell into a satiated swoon, his pistol an arm's length away.