Chapter 7
"Roger ... Roger ...?"
The sheets rustled in the dark and the sliver of moonlight stealing through the window ran a white stripe up Roger's checkered pajama back. He dismissed the intrusion on his dream, contentedly smacking his lips together as if tasting the essence of his dream ... until a bony finger prodded him in the back.
"Roger, please ... I can't sleep."
Dottie sat up in bed, her creamy bosom hidden behind a batiste nightgown spilled teasingly over the tight ribboned bodice. Roger rolled over, trained animal that he was, and stared up at his mistress with bewildered eyes, drawing a deep breath and letting it out in a long weary sigh.
"Now what?"
"I'm worried about Amy Hanson ... I had one of those dreams ... premonitions, I think you call them. Something's wrong. I'm going to call."
And for this you wake me up! he thought, but didn't say.
Dottie's lithe frame charged from the bed, her bare feet stomping toward the wall telephone in the hallway. Roger cocked a tired and glanced at the digital alarm. Wonderful ... three-thirty in the morning and Dottie's making social calls. He let loose with a heady yawn and plumped up his pillow with his fists, doubled it over and sank his balding head down into its feathery nest.
"Roger, how can you sleep at a time like this?" blasted Dottie, stampeding back into the room and throwing herself into bed. She yanked up the covers, pulling them free from the foot of the bed. "There's no answer at the ward."
"Probably in the ladies room combing her hair," cajoled Roger for the sake of a few hours sleep.
Dottie arched an eyebrow at her husband and her dour expression lightened into a smile. She patted his head solicitiously, as if he might have been her pet cat. "You're right, honey. Probably is." Linking her arm around his neck, she drew him to her bosom, his nose brushing against the hardness of her left nipple. Years back he would have ripped off her nightie and taken her on the spot. Now she had to ask him as a favor. "Maybe ... if we made love ... I could sleep ... and so could you," she said, undiplomatically grabbing his pudgy hand and guiding it to the furry nest between her slender thighs. It laid there, dead weight for a while, while Dottie squirmed to create friction. Finally, with the heel of his hand, Roger massaged the pouting mound of her pussy, feeling her nightgown dampen with her rousing excitement.
"Oh, Roger," purred Dottie, "Take me ... I have to have you now!"
Compliantly, he ripped off his pajama bottoms, conjured in his mind the Farrah Fawcett poster hanging in the men's John down at the docks and went about his task of being a husband, doing all the work while Dottie supervised.
Spent, he rolled over for a few more hours of sleep, love forgotten.
The sounds of a small commotion, whispered voices, darkened shadows cast on the white wall of the ladies room startled Amy out of her reticence. Mindlessly, she tried to rise from the bed, but the bonds that held her hands jerked her back down and she shuddered, the saline taste gritty on her lips. That pungent taste brought back memories of how it felt to lie helpless under the fury of a criminal's stone hard cock pounding in and out of her mouth.
She swallowed down the acid of shame, while little sweet bubbles of raw uninvited pleasure began to nibble again at her nerve-ends, peaking in her nipples and budding into full flower in her throbbing clitoris. Stop acting like a whore, she screamed at her mutinous body. What kind of an idiot are you, smiling when you're about to be eaten alive by three women-starved criminals who've been locked up in a loony bin for six months!
A black shadow became a reality and Amy's gasped aloud as Josh walked into the ladies room, a toothy grin on his shining black face.
"Mornin', lady," he tipped an imaginary hat then bowed deeply in a silent racial slur.
Amy could feel her body prickle with shame as she lay naked and unable to cover her lush creamy skin from the black man's gleaming eyes; but the tall, powerful-looking man just chuckled at her discomfort. "No ... no, don't bother to get and get a robe," he taunted, holding up his black paw, fingers spread in a halting gesture.
Amy glowered at him through hate-filled eyes. She was afraid her voice would crack from the fear that roared through her mind, but she would not submit again to this disgusting display of indecency they had planned. Her body might fall to shame but never, never her soul!
The black patient ambled up to the side of the bed and Amy clamped her eyes shut as she felt his calloused hands moving over her silken flesh, abrasing it. Elephant tears of self pity swelled through her shadowed lids and rolled silently down her red satin cheeks. How could she live through this? Her imagination ran amuck. What would they do to her? Oh, how could they defile the intimacy of lovemaking, making it some cheap, disgusting act!
Her breasts heaved with emotion. "Don't touch me!" she screamed, opening her eyes and staring directly at the tall dark man looming over her, the whites of his eyes and the starkness of his pearly teeth jumping out from his black face as if to devour her tooth and nail. "Get away from meeeee! I swear I'll have you in sheets!"
Josh laughed. "Ain' nobody out there gonna hear ya, lady," he tutted and shook his head maliciously, then winked over at Butch as if to say, 'don't worry about Satchmo ... ' Calmly, he began to remove his pajamas, watching her out of the corner of his eye. Amy stared back contemptuously, refusing to drop her gaze in defeat.
"You ever had nigger cock?" Josh asked cocking one dark eyebrow as he stepped out of his bottoms. "Chicks in my stable all tol' me weren' nothin' better than a big ol' nigger cock to fill their belly." He smiled, flickering his eyes over the nurse's stretched out sacrificial body.
"Don't you talk to me like that ... you ... you woman beater!" she spat. "Nigger pimp!"
"Don' go gettin' personal now, Miss Amy." He dropped his pajamas to the floor, his black nakedness glistening lecherously, and he placed his dry-skinned hand on one of her full naked thighs, soft as a baby's behind. Slowly it snaked upward to the soft, curling vee at the junction of her slender thighs. Amy lay trembling beneath his practiced touch in a temporary state of shock from the vile things he had said. Her teeth gnashed together, her breath short. Suddenly her body reacted and one leg drew back then struck out, narrowly missing his jaw, then pulled back for another groin gnashing aim. Before it hit its hairy target, his huge meaty fist was clenched around her ankle, pushing it back until her knee was bent and pressed tightly against her chest. Her other leg he pulled over until her foot hung over the edge of the bed and her pubic mound was open to his inspection.
"Don't touch me you filthy animal," snapped Amy, encouraged by the near success of her struggle.
"Bitch, you jus' won yours'f a whole lot less kindness," the black man growled. "Now you shuddup or I'm gonna fuck ya in the ass!"
Amy clenched her teeth tightly together, barely daring to breath. Her face locked in a determined expression of defiance pulling her delicate features taut and shiny.
"Fuckin' white whores all the same."
Amy grunted from the agony of the position he had wedged her into, but still not a word mumbled from her mouth. Even the fear that raged within her could overshadow the intense revulsion she felt for this man who had pandered women on the streets and beat them to a pulp afterwards. A loathsome, indespicable creature was he! Unlike them, she had to resist, even though her fate was imprinted on the hatred lining his face. At least she would have the consolation of knowing humiliation would be none of her own doing and that might help her to live with herself after this nightmare was ended!
"You ask'n for it, Miss Amy," he growled, angry and frustrated by her unexpected resistance. He slunk down onto the bed, his naked black cock shimmering and half erect, prodding against Amy's pure white ribs as he leaned over and untied one hand from its corner of the bed. Butch, now on his feet sat and watched as for one joyous moment Amy thought he was going to free her. But with cruel power Josh jerked her arm to the opposite side of her and re-tied it above her other wrist. She heard him snicker with sinister mirth as he withdrew a long black belt from his pajama pocket. As an afterthought, he grabbed Amy's discarded pantyhose, wadded them up and stuffed them in her mouth, making certain she wouldn't scream.
Amy could see the muscles rippling ominously beneath his gleaming black skin as he reached down and firmly grasped her full white hips, then suddenly he flipped her over onto her stomach, holding her in place with his calloused palm pressed into the small of her back like a twenty-pound weight. She cringed down into the mattress, small dog cowering before an angry master. Small pleading sounds leaked out around the pantyhose dripping from her mouth.
"Now, now, Miss Amy," she heard him murmur with a mirthless chuckle. "This is gonna be educational. I'm gonna show you what happens to a bitch when she gives her ol' man problems ... you know not turnin' in the money from some John she's trickin' on the side. Turns 'em into hot pokers ready to fuck every time."
The belt crackled in the air like summer lightning, the tip biting into the left cheek of Amy's buttocks with a sickening slap. She whined through the pantyhose gag and kicked her legs out in instinctive reaction.
"Now, baby, you gonna bed ol' Johs for a li'l nigger cock," she heard him taunt her.
Amy tried to speak, to consent, to beg him not to hit her again, but only a muffled mumbling came through. Again the belt sang through the air, this time catching her full between the open thighs. Again it traced a painful path of tiny red welts over her ivory skin. The leather tore into her flesh, eating at her skin. Even after it had stopped she lay trembling in fear for long terrifying moments until strong hands gently lifted her head and yanked the pantyhose out of her mouth.
"Now beg, Miss Amy," Josh said softly, his heavy dark lips parting to show off impossibly white teeth that looked sharp and mean enough to bite off a nipple and rip fingernails to the quick.
Amy opened her gray eyes only to stare into the cyclopic eye of Josh's shiny blue-black penis, hard, and throbbing with dirty lust. It was far bigger than Butch's ... like a tree stump with two fists beneath it. Amy shuddered at the sight of that weapon, but her spunk had withered with the raising of the welts still stinging on the backs of her thighs and buttocks. Like a horde of unseen insects eating away her flesh, they burned.
"Take me ... do anything ... but please, don't hit me anymore ... I ... I can't stand it ... please, please f-fuck me with ... your ... your nigger cock." She gave out one long, low whimper and her body went limp on the bed.
The Black pimp stood above her grinning broadly. If anything could bring him joy in life it would be breaking this white bitch's will ... reducing her to the whore that she was ... that every woman was. Punishing her more under the belt would only weaken her further, and he wanted a woman with some spunk. His eyes ran over her body in unbelieving delight as she lay unresisting before him, slim and generously curved at the buttocks and shoulders which flared out breathtakingly from her narrow, young waist. And her breasts ... Christ, her breasts! He was right, that Butch. It was all her.
Amy stretched unmoving across the mattress unable and not caring to stir her pain-wracked body. Any ideas about escaping from this room in one piece fled like a frightened deer. Postponing the inevitable rape was only prolonging the agony. She had demonstrated to them that they would have to take her by pure brute force, not by conquering her spirit. Of course they would settle for that ... they were rapists.
Her naked skin goose bumped then as Josh's hands moved over her shoulders and back, rubbing softly as if to massage her fear-born tension. "Okay, li'l Miss Amy," she heard him murmur. "Take a good long look at my black cock, 'cause in a minute it's gonna be buried deep up where nobody can see it."
Wearily, Amy raised her head and stared dry mouthed at the impossibly long black hunk of pulsating flesh. Gigantic and hard as coal from lust built up during her beating. Her blue eyes traced a slow path up his shining muscle rippling black body to his grinning face. Her eyes housed a final, futile plea for mercy, but found nothing but triumph and blazing lust in his countenance. He was a man who didn't like the word 'no.'
"Pretty, ain' it?" he tormented, wagging it in her face, its uncircumcised head adding to its grotesque enormity.
She tried to find the breath to speak, but nothing came out of her mouth but a hoarse little whimper.
"Ain' it?" he snarled, a sinister threat thinly veiled by the cold smile he still wore.
"It's ... it's beautiful," she said emphatically through fear and humiliation.
"Nice o' you to say so, hon," he drawled viciously. "'Cause this ol' nigger pimp is gonna fill you so full of nigger cum, you gonna have to swim to get around."
As Amy's head dropped back down on the bed, she heard laughter from behind her at Josh's obscene remark. Come on, Butch, she thought bitterly, come join the party.
"Hey, Josh," she heard Butch say. "Don't wear the lady out. She ain't gonna have no energy left after you finish with her."
"Naw ... just cleaned some of the fight outta her," the black man laughed. "She'll be twisting that ass around beggin' for a cock in a minute."
They were talking about her as though she were a dog being trained to do tricks, thought Amy. If only ... if only ... but she knew there was no use wishing. The moment of truth had come and she shivered coldly at the feeling of a body dropping to the bed arid rolling against the full length of her naked back. Her wide gray eyes opened to see someone's hand busy untying the knots from the bed springs. She wouldn't run now ... couldn't if she tried; her strength was drained. Her teeth chattered in a fearful chill as hands slowly and relentlessly forced her knees apart.
Amy fought with all her power to keep her slender thighs clamped together, but it was useless. Josh rolled her over and dropped his black shining body between her long, shapely limbs as they stretched wide across the mattress until her toes hung on either side of the rumpled blanket. A tiny, despairing moan escaped her swollen lips as she felt the rubbery hotness of an erect male organ pressuring into the soft flesh of her thigh, just below the sensitive slit of her vaginal opening. Oh God, when was the last time she'd felt anything other than her own fingers rummaging around in that furry playground between her legs? He wiggled forward like some giant black worm, wedging his blood heavy weapon along the soft, vulnerable crevice of her cringing buttocks. Amy writhed her hips to free her lower quarters, but her only reward was the sound of the black man's harsh breathing as her salacious wiggles incited his dirty lust.
"Get up on your knees, cunt," he rasped in her ear.
A black man ... is raping me ... Her mind flared at the disgusting thought. That stone-hard hunk of flesh was pressing into the bottom of her spine and he was going to take her from the back-like an animal! Hot streams of tears of anger and humiliation poured from her burning eyes as she thought of her velvety white skin rubbing against his coal black nakedness. Joe ... dear Joe forgive me!
Josh was not a man to take nonsense from women. Powerful hands gripped her hips, pulling them up from the cot, another hand firmly behind her neck to keep her breasts and face down in the mattress. Amy groaned helplessly as she envisioned the full moons of her buttocks waving obscenely in the air, offering up her moist, warm vaginal hole to the first taker. Loveless lust that's what this was, and she just a hunk of flesh with a place to put their disgusting penises-the other half of the machinery. It reeked of animal instincts.
Josh's face broke into a Cheshire cat grin as he eyed the perfect white ass waving in front of his face. For a few agonizing seconds he scraped his lubricant-seeping cockhead within the warm valley of her buttocks, grinding and squeezing the trembling flesh to form a hot, wet, tight pocket around his blood-red cock. Amy winced, closing her eyes, expecting to feel that first painful jab, but unexpectedly, Josh moved away. Gently, he slid his fingers down to the thin red swollen folds of flesh that lined her vagina, softly caressing the delicate neglected tissues. Under the expert stroking of his fingertips, he could feel a moisture forming on the soft insides of her silken thighs as, in response to the unexpected tenderness, she let her backside slip wider and wider apart.
The lessening of the pain, the unexpected gentility of Josh's touch and her own fatigue all robbed her of her will to resist. Despite the anguish, she felt a searing hot flame lick at her bowels. Pinpricks of glorious sensation danced madly under her skin, following the salacious course of Josh's teasing fingers, playing her magnificent young body like some kind of musical instrument. Yes, Josh knew how to treat a lady when he wanted to ...