Chapter 9
A long, dark shadow crossed the room. Shaker rose from the sofa; a sharp inhalation of breath, the whine of a zipper, and he was ready to go. "We gotta pick up tha' oz of H," he growled,". . . get yo'r pants on."
"Naw," snorted Carter. "I ain' got none of tha' white pussy yet!"
Shaker shook an angered finger at his accomplice. "Lis'en," he spat between clenched teeth, the facial scar exaggerating his cruelty, "You be the one picked up this bitch from the alley, now it be yo'r respons'bility to kill 'er!"
Jarvis whistled through his teeth and shaking his head, reached down for his pants. "Glad it ain' me."
Shaker and Carter exchanged heated glances. It was Shaker who broke the silence.
"Knock 'er out wit H and take 'er body down to the Bay and toss 'er over the Dumbarton Bridge. They won' find 'er for days.. . Besides," he added, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, "they'll think it be part of the Oakland drug wars goin' on now. . . . "
Carter turned as pale as a black man can get; his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly. He tried appealing to Shaker's machoism. "Come on, man," he pleaded, spreading his hands. "Ain' often we find a toy like this."
His dark eyes cast reluctantly toward the bed where Sherrie Williams half-conscious captive body lay squirming and wiggling under Daisy's practiced touch.
"Don' you be gettin' us busted," snarled Shaker. "We don' know if this bitch be cop or some kinda pervert," snarled Shaker. Despite the ego-pumping bliss of having enslaved the beautiful white bodied woman, he was in a sour mood. It made him itch in the balls when things went awry . . . and Sherrie Williams was the venom that made him itch.
Shaker scratched his head, glaring down at the twitching captive body. Trouble smelled in the air. Had Carter not found her snooping in the alley, dressed up like an orphan boy, another five grand would have graced his black, hungry fist. His snappy eyes fell on Daisy. Pathetic bitch. . . pathetic black bitch . . . But damned good at toying with young boys, bringing their naked young chestnut-sized balls to hardness and making them squirt their young seed into her mouth-before the eye of the camera. The second she spread those luscious black thighs, the boys wiggled down on their bellies and suckled her pussy with the instinctual delight of a baby sucking his mother's breast.
The moralistic implications of deflowering young boys . . . all, what the hell. It stabbed at Shaker's consciousness none. They gotta lose it sometime . . . better at the hands of a practiced woman like Daisy than some pimply-faced virgin yelling rape in the back seat of a stolen car.
"Stuff tha' cock in yer pants," he indicated to Jarvis. "We gotta twist somebody's arm into lettin' us get the H on credit."
In seconds, they were dressed and out the door, leaving Carter and Daisy to keep watch over the mindless white captive.
Vestal virgin to black witchery . . . raped, defiled.
George pressed his leanness to the paint-chipped walls of the Peep Show Palace, whose neon lights splashed his pallid cheeks in an unearthly glow that might have been the sacrificial pyre's fire glow. He swallowed tightly.
Mesmerized by the lurid beauty of Sherrie William's comatose body, naked and glistening with globules of-Oh, Christ, don't let it be . . . the words choked in Channel 2's cameraman's throat-cum . . . cum . . . from a black man's dick\ Sherrie Williams, sacrificial lamb for Bill Potters' tits and ass news team! The bastard oughtta be proud of himself. News reporters rape . . . great for the ratings!
Striking rattlesnake like, he jabbed his head toward the window and pulled his eyes free reluctantly. He gulped, the Jack Daniels burning his gut. Besides three black men, that was a black woman lying beside Sherrie with her finger stuck up channel 2's news reporter's pussy! Mesmerized, he stole another peek and felt a tightness in the crotch of his Levis. His hand cupped the ominous bulge and pinched it a little, subconsciously comparing his size to the black one dangling between taut thighs halfway to his knees.
Good, the men were leaving now. Two at least.. . leaving Sherrie on the cum-stained bed in the rat hole of existence, musty with the stench of dirty linens and dirty needles . . . flanked by a naked black man and an immoral black woman toying with her body unmercifully. Ah, Bill Potters, what a great story for you!
Hate, revenge, disgust clogged his brain, along with a trickle of arousal which turned inward, brought all the negative emotions home to roost. He couldn't pry his eyeballs loose from the lewd scenario enacted for him on the cleaner side of the smudged window!
The slam of the front door jarred Sherrie from the hazy mistiness of druggedness. To the right of her (or was it the left?) warm blasts of air hissed from Daisy's slumbering nostrils. The black female tormentor had fallen asleep and let her raping fingers, oozing with warm cuntal juices, fall from the captive's pussy. Sherrie lay on her side, breathing heavily, struggling to free herself from the black arms embracing her, but finding no strength to move.
A dulled sense of awareness told the white captive she was being sandwiched in by black flesh. Carter had ambled over to the bed and, staring down at the perfect white flesh, had stretched his black body out alongside the rich swells of her captive form.
Studiously, he regarded her perfect profile, swollen from beatings and Shaker's rape of her mouth. Pearls of drying cum encrusted her lips, her hairline. Sadly, he envisioned her bloated beauty after a day of floating in the algae-thickened, turtle infested sloughs near the bridge.
Why the hell you gotta come into Carter's life, woman, he wondered, feeling tinges of self-pity at being the appointed one to kill such beauty. Could he do it? His stomach knotted. Black eyes raked over the high swell of her aristocratic cheekbones, bruised by his own fist. Shit.. . ! He sucked in his breath. I could smell trouble . . . goddamned bastard . . . I shoulda kneir betta . . . Now Is gonna be behind bars and Shaker go free. And Shaker be the man gets all a her pussy . . .
The sensual longing of possessing this white beauty combined with vengeful epitaphs aimed at Shaker's selfishness worked overtime. Damn it, if he had to kill, he'd possess her first.. . make her his slave, become her master!
Silently, he kneed his way upright onto the bed, the black pole of his potent cock dangling between his taut thighs rising its head toward the ceiling.
The feel of legs pushing against her naked flesh stirred Sherrie. She opened one swollen eye at the feel of being rolled over supine onto her back. Someone was straddling her waist with their buttocks pointing toward her face and his legs spread on either side of her dainty head. Nostrils wafting from the muskiness, she felt the weight of his body hiss down onto her burning lungs.
Had she orgasmed after that brutal rape of her mouth, wondered Carter, sniffing. Shaker coulda least made er cum . . .
Gently his tongue licked hungrily at the soft petals of swollen pussy flesh between her sleek thighs. Front teeth nibbled at the tendons of muscle on the inside of her slender thighs as he wiggled his buttocks so that his meaty cock was nestled between the full, ripe melons of her naked breasts!
Blinking one blue eye, Sherrie stared into the dark, rippling muscles of Carter's back as he slowly rocked his powerful pelvis back and forth, drawing his long, hard cock into the valley of her warm, deep cleavage. The liquid heat of his penis sizzled on her soft, mammalian flesh and as he sunk his weight onto her breast, the breath burned in her lungs.
"Ahhh . . . ! " Sherrie shuddered from the sudden feel of soft lips, cool as menthol on the swollen folds of her cuntal flesh. His moist tongue burrowed into the blood-filled walls of her vagina, writhing violently, deliciously, soothingly.
The fantasy to bite a woman's clitoris, chew it till it bled bubbled in Carter's libido, but he fought down the urge, reminding himself she was a gentle woman. Yet the vixen posture of her opened thighs and the wickedly rich aroma of her cunt overcame his senses and his black hands began to maul her cheeky buttocks as his webbed penis slithered hotly in and out between her violated breasts glistened with streaks of pre-cum.
Head throbbing, Sherrie rose off the pillow and her eyes opened in stunned bewilderment as she stared at the erect, black cock snaking through the twin hills of her milky breasts! Leathery, bloated testicles slapped lewdly against her chest with his slithering, snake-like movements. With his weight pinning her to the mattress, there was no escaping this lizardly attack. Yet his skin was warming, rubbing against her pure whiteness.
Sherrie Williams, news reporter, sophisticate, 'untouchable snob', molted into a slithering reptilian creature whose raw nerve endings demanded satisfaction. Convulsively, she felt her naked thighs open eagerly to Carter's slithering, warm tongue as it brushed across the nub of her sensitive clitoris. Her buttocks clenched and trembled and in her dazed mind his throbbing penis was an extension of his wildly working tongue dipping into the heart of her womb, swabbing at the threads of her hymen. Her entire naked body-from her curled under toes, to the diamond chips of her nipples-sparked like a shorted out electrical cord whose plug was the bud of her throbbing clitoris!
Sherrie's legs sighed open as she felt herself slipping into an altered state of conscious-a bodiless being floating in space with sparkles of light shimmering before her unseeing eyes. Carter's tongue hotly encircled her nude cunt, making her legs scissor and spasm as if someone were holding a hot wire to her thigh. Her buttocks shivered as a frantic, desperate need to orgasm sizzled through her body.
She had to cum or she would short circuit! After pleasing so many didn't she deserve to cum? Sherrie shivered and shook with the need for release. Her breath deepened from the labor of breathing, her chest heaving from the burning air hissing from her lungs. Reality had vaporized along with her breath; a total stranger, a black man, hungrily licking at her virginal cunt while his slithering penis slipped wetly between her breasts, was but a sensation with no emotional threads attached . . . only the raw physical sensation of lust.
"Unnnggghhh . . . " Cum encrusted lips parted in a low moan of bestial heat, as her naked ass began a desperate humping rhythm beneath her captor's weight.
Carter's throaty grumblings of animalish delight chorused Sherrie's groans, as his face bounced against the trembling, jiggling flesh of her naked thighs! A pain jabbed at his groin as his penis' skin tightened glove-like around the milky swells of the white captive's luscious breasts, trapping his veiny cock as though it were her cunt he was drubbing into with chafing warmth. The puffy areolas of her nipples had hardened from the warm friction, tightening them into bumblebees of pleasure. White on black drubbed and rubbed . . . creating the final salacity that sent Carter tumbling over the edge of pleasure, and taking his white captive with him!
"Ummmmaammmahh aaaaggggghhhhhnnnngg-gggggggg . . . " a litany of limitless pleasure bubbled from Sherrie's swollen lips, stained with blood and cum. Who was slave and who was master? Carter slobbered his soft tongue, lapping slurpingly at her naked pussy, adoring it with subservient glee in efforts to please the white princess. Waves of sensual euphoria flooded her brain to wash away the stains of tension and guilt. A flash flood swept over the damned up walls of virginity as a wild charge of electrical power crackled from the tips of her chafed nipples to the swollen bud of her lust-filled clitoris!
"Ahhh . . . oh, oh, oh!! " Who she was and where she was were silly inquisitions now. Sherrie's tortured throat burned from the scream of release as her naked thighs goose bumped and trembled with delight under the wicked throes of her first tongue-induced orgasm.
Carter let out a wail of helplessness as his meaty cock gushed a river of thick, hot cum spewing over the milky swells of Sherrie's naked breasts. Like dew on rose petals, it clung precariously to the tips of her nipples . . . hanging on the precipice of orgasm.
Little by little, Sherrie Williams was losing her virginity and little by little her mind floated painlessly above her body.
Sherrie Williams was not alone in the parting of mind and body. George glared hungry eyed at the salacious feast laid out on the rumpled bed. Luscious white thighs spread, pussy lips blood fed and throbbing, feeding the thick, slimy tongue of a black rapist!
Christ! George slapped his forehead, trying to jog his senses back into a respectable order. Between his tight thighs, his penis throbbed to an unbearable erection, the eye of it seeping with envious joy. A pair of nostrils snorted with indignity. Didn't the squirming, wriggling body know it was being raped? He'd heard deep in the heart of every angel lay a dormant desire to be raped, defiled, degraded; but never had he judged Sherrie Williams, impeccable, arrogant Sherrie Williams to be of that shameless category!
Pressing his nose to the smudged glass, his forehead furrowed and eyes squinted for signs of resistance. Not in the trembling, widespread thighs; not in the head spraying blonde hair over the pillow in a lustful dance of euphoria. He straightened and pinched the sac of his Levi-clad testicles in the palm of his hand. To call the assignment desk and alert the police would have been the manly thing to do; but the sperm-heavy load weighting his palm was a manly thing to . . . very real and very pulsing. Swallowing down a lump of guilt, he stealthily unzipped his pants and hauled out into the neon splattered night, the veiny tube of his thrusting penis. He squeezed the throbbing hardness and a pearl of pre-cum, that could have been the tears wetting Sherrie's blue eyes, oozed from the tip.