Chapter 4
Sherrie's perky nose twitched from the sneezy smell of unwashed linen and stale cigarette smoke. Strange that her forehead burned febrilely and yet the rest of her body was chilled, as if she was laying on wet sheets.
Noisy, argumentative voices echoed from somewhere close by. She was back in the newsroom, listening to Bill Potters rant and rave at a shriveling reporter. But where was the clank of typewriters and the howl of UPI telecomputers? And why was she standing apart from it all?
Two blue eyes popped open to stare into dank space. Reality swamped down on her and she shrieked in wild-eyed fear. The effort pained her throat and blurry-eyed, her head collapsed back on the bed
But she'd seen them... her captors. Six black eyes glowering hungrily down at her. Dear God, I'm naked... what have they done to me? She tasted fear, felt it crawl snake-like up her spine. Her throat was clogged with phlegm, but she dared not cough to clear it, or move to attract attention.
"Somebody shut that bitch up!" snarled Shaker, shooting a killer glance at Carter who was responsible for this mess "Stick a needle in her ass and -shut 'er up before somebody hears."
"Somebody mention needles?" chimed in Daisy. A blur of red satin rose from the dingy sofa as she strutted over to the men who'd been fighting, over tactics. Shaker was irate that Carter had blundered. Shaker was visibly unnerved. That white woman dressed as a boy was captured prowling about the alleyway was proof enough that the heat was on. Jarvis, the most innocuous of the threesome, was anxious to toy with the catch before letting it free. And Carter was inclined to agree.
"Shaker, baby," Daisy dug blood-red fingertips into the taut muscles of Shaker's thick neck. "Daisy girl can do her man a favor one time. What say we forgets this afternoon's brawlin' and let ol' Daisy prick a needle inta that white southern cracker's flesh... huh?"
Shaker stared straight ahead, eyes immobily fixed on Sherrie's creamy, virginal flesh. His thick upper lip curled. "Do it... jus' get ridda the bitch."
Sherrie cringed on the bed, the unbelievable dispute over her fate too much for her delicate senses to handle. They were talking about injecting a needle into her arm, shooting her up with murderous drugs: Heroin!
The shimmer of Daisy's red satin flitted to the nightstand near the bed. Sherrie felt cattish eyes glaring down at her and saw, through one slitted eye, a slinky satin gown veiling an ebony body with skin-tight tenacity, rounding the voluptuous, panther-like curves of the black woman's richly swelling body. As she bent, the dark melons of her breasts spilled from the v-neck bodice, showing all but the puffy dark nipples scraping the seam.
Blood-red fingertips plucked the syringe from the ash-dirtied nightstand. "I'll go fix us a little taste, boys," winked Daisy, heading off for the bathroom to melt down the China White heroin.
Seconds turned to minutes and minutes to hours, it seemed, Sherrie shivered listening to Carter and Jarvis banter in thick-tongued ghetto language she couldn't understand. One of them fell upon her and pulled tight a leather strip around her arm, cutting off the circulation with a brutal force.
"Look at them veins," Carter quipped. "Jes right for pokin'."
"Ahhh..." Sherrie sucked in her breath as a needle jabbed into the bulging vein inside her elbow. A warm gush of liquid sunshine swam through her veins, numbing her fingertips and deadening the pain in her throat. She didn't feel the release of the leather strap or the cold steel leaving her vein.
Languidly, her body ceased to battle. She melted into the mattress, her body turning to butter, warmth oozing through her being like nothing she'd ever felt.
Her glazed eyes opened to see Daisy and Billy standing above her, hovering there with toothy, grinning faces.
"I never looked at 'er real close... shit, she's got a body won' stop fo' a freight train," whistled Carter, cupping his genitals lewdly.
The comment sent Shaker out of his angered lethargy. Contempt wrinkled his smooth brow. Between his muscular thighs, the sac of testicles bloated with the longing for tasting the forbidden. And in these black men's world, a lush bodied white woman was forbidden fruit.
He didn't object when Carters calloused fingers began working at the buttons of her shirt.
"She got real class, Shaker... this babe ain't no Tenderloin whore!"
Daisy bristled. "Whore!" She spat, showing even white teeth between red painted lips. "Huh? You don' think ol' Daisy's such a whore when she's suckin' yo' nasty black cock!" The black woman's upper lip curled with hostile disdain, she sneered down at the alabaster-white, silken skin with curves in richly swelling perfection. "I jes' pumped that white bitch's arm full o' my junk... and you be putting me down fo' that? You owe Daisy somethin', honey."
Anxious to prove her black superiority, Daisy kneed her way onto the bed and. slipping a strung arm under Sherrie's lithe body, hauled her upright and slipped a rumpled pillow behind her blonde head. Swirls of blonde hair tumbled about Sherrie's creamy white shoulders, dipping about her puffy nipples.
"Le' this white moth'r fucker watch a real woman make a man happy!"
Carter had no objections. He started working at his pants' zipper and in seconds, had pulled them down over the long, lanky forms of his muscular thighs, yanking down his jockey shorts to let his black, meaty cock spring free!
"Do yor' stuff, Daisy... teach this snoopin' white cunt some tricks, cause in a minute she's gonna be usin' that pretty white mouth to satisfy a black man!"
In small, splattered degrees Sherrie struggled out of drugged consciousness. Under heavy eyelids, two blue eyes focused blurrily on black, approaching shadows. She felt the mattress sag as the forms closed in on her. She could smell their sweat, salty with lustful expectation! With a whimper, she tried to crawl away, but hands, black and masterful, grabbed her tight by the upper arms and pinned her to the headboard. To fight was impossible; the heroin had taken from her every last drop of strength, fear froze her senses, dissipating into a warm, languid sensation of laissez faire. The needle had drained her of the will to defend herself, leaving her a jellied mass of creamy female flesh!
"You white bitch..." snickered Daisy, her black Afro hairdo casting shadows over Sherrie's cringing, white form, "...watch real good, hon, cause you gonna be doin' the same thing when he done shootin' his cum in Daisy's mouth!"
A terrified whimper bubbled in Sherrie's throat.
Daisy grabbed the black meat of Carter's penis between both of her hands and rubbed it salaciously. The long, mushroom-headed stalk of hot flesh jerked to stiffness beneath the demanding touch of Daisy's practiced fingers.
"Nice fingers, Daisy... eyen if yo' face ain't nothin' to look at..." muttered Carter teasingly. He thrust his hips forward. "It be that tongue I's cravin'..."
"Yeah, baby, Daisy never stops usin' her tongue..."
With a groan of lustful expectation, Daisy leaned over, her lushly feminine profile bathed in a warm yellow glow from the nightstand lamp. Rearing up on her knees, she wriggled the tight red satin dress up over the ebony swells of her buttocks, up over her round hips and over her head, letting the black melons of her breasts bob free. She wore neither panties nor brassiere.
Lasciviously, she licked her thick, red painted lips with the tip of her pink tongue and stared at the huge mushroom of Carter's cock head. Slowly her hand reached out, her head bending in synchronized effort, her lips a breath away from the seeping cockhead. With the tip of her tongue, she flicked it lizard-like in the air and brushed it fleetingly against Carter's hardened penis. "Mmmmmm..." she muttered delightedly, tasting the piquant juices of male cum.
Slumped against the headboard, breasts slowly heaving with the slackened effort of breathing, lacey bikini panties creating a blue strip over her softly bowled belly, Sherrie's jaw fell slack in something between disgust and awe as Daisy knelt slavishly before Carter, the two half moons of her buttocks shimmering darkly in the lamplight.
On his knees, Carter held the throbbing length of his cock in hand, rubbing its piquant juices across the woman's fleshy lips until with a groan of delight, Daisy took the full cap of his bloated penis in between her soft lips like a Venus Fly Trap hungry for a morsel! Carter's head fell back, moans of gurgling delight filling the room as Daisy trailed her soft tongue over the hot blue veins of Carter's meaty, blood-bloated cock.
"Ohhh... Daisy... you got me ready to shoot..." bellowed Carter as he clenched his cheeky buttocks tightly together and shoved another two inches of hot male flesh down her ravenous throat.
Jarvis punched out his cigarette and tore off his pants in one swiftly manipulated movement. His hot, hard penis jutted free like a snake slithering through the grass. "I gotta get me some of that!"
He knelt ominously behind the mouth of Daisy's flagrantly bared ass checks. His hands stroked the luscious flesh of her hips, positioning her sumptuously, proud black bottom in direct line with his pelvis.
With Daisy, the sex expert, there was no need to cajole her into position for a double jab, but his male ego dictated anyway: "Get those hands in front o' you, hon," he grumbled as he took his thumbs and dug their pudginess into the tender, blue-veined flesh of her ebony thighs as his thick, hot penis bumped stiffly against the rounded swells of her naked ass.
"Spread them sweet thighs so Jarvis can git hisself some of that tight black pussy!"
Eagerly, Daisy squirmed into position, wiggling her ass cheeks teasingly back at him. In high-headed euphoria, the captive woman watched this degrading display of rampant sexuality in drugged stupefaction.
Jarvis grinned a wide white flash of lust as he surveyed the tapering feminine smoothness of Daisy's satiny back as he pulled her close to him to ready her for a fast ram into her steaming black cunt from behind. Some women were meant to be fucked in missionary position only, but Daisy was a dog-bitch from way back.
Daisy spread here exquisite thighs butterfly fashion, the nerve packed pouch of her pussy easily visible beneath the widely spread forms of her thighs. In one fast movement. Jarvis' thick cock was stuffed up her tight black cunt, making a wet, sloshing noise that stung Sherries buzzing ears. She could hear too, his sperm bloated balls slapping punishingly against her ebony buttocks bringing a moan of joy to her cock-stuffed lips. In eager appreciation, her eager cunt muscles clamped hungrily around his jutting penis as though a million tiny fingers were trying to push it into the warm depths of her belly.
"Ah, Christ, baby," moaned Jarvis. "You be one tight mama!"
Daisy snickered smugly from her lover's lustful comment and craned her neck, her black lips stuffed with Carter's male flesh and glowered at the white-fleshed girl slumped in a drugged stupor against the brass headboard, her glassy eyes staring fixedly at the debauched ménage a trios taking place an arm's reach away. Beneath her, the bedsprings groaned, echoing their delight.
Daisy was in heaven! She could show this white pansy-assed hussy who could suck cock... and who was the real woman? White bitches were all the same- snotty nosed cunts who thought they were better than she just because their skin was one shade lighter.
Within seconds after Jarvis's squelching jab into her pussy, Daisy's frantically sucking mouth began a vacuuming pressure on Carters bloated penis. In the breath-hissing silence of the dingy apartment, a liquid slurping of juices in Daisy's mouth sloshed around the wetly lubricated pole of Carter's cock. With her pearly front teeth, she nibbled and teased devilishly at the seeping eye of his black manhood, teasing it, taunting it to maddened size.
"Keep that mouth suckin', baby..." rasped Carter, "...cause I gonna give you an ice cream sundae... I'm gonna fill that black belly so fulla cum it be comin' out yo' ears!"
"Mmmm..." Daisy indicated that was fine with her. To show her unspoken joy, she wiggled her asscheeks, mashing into Jarvis' groin, scraping her sex-sensitive skin against his kinky pubic hair. The sensation against her clitoris was electric, sizzling.
With one black eye fixed on the white captive's placid face, Daisy put on a show for the news reporter; she fondled the twin sacs of Carter's bloated and hair-matted balls. She used her thumb and forefinger to grip the base of his blood-fed shaft, squeezing and milking the meaty cudgel as though she were trying to force the sperm out of it.
"Ahh... she-it..." Jarvis grunted hotly in animal arousal as with a roar, he grabbed hold of Daisy's rounded, fleshy hips and rammed into her so hard it nearly sent Carter careening backward off the bed.
"Watch it, man..." complained Carter, levering himself solidly up on his knees.
In answer, Jarvis, with a punishing thrust, rammed his meaty length to the rubbery limits of Daisy's slavishly open pussy until her body shook with the intense vibrations of his assault. She was thrust forward, buffeted against Carter's groin, the proud, dangling melons of her naked breasts crushed obscenely against the hairy athletic limbs of Carter's lanky thighs. The rubbery, slithering tip of Carter's penis drubbed against the back of her throat, gagging her.
Through her heroin-induced stupor, Sherrie could still see and hear the sexual play going on about her; she heard the ruttish breathing and smack of naked flesh slapping against naked flesh. In the haze of the yellow light splashed over the sweat-glistening black bodies creating a hydra of arms and legs as they plunged into each other's orifices, Sherrie felt a quivering in the pit of her belly. Head slumped against her right shoulder; she dazedly glanced down at her body and noticed in a shock of modesty that she was naked, except for the immodest blue strip of silk of her lacey bikini panties.
She struggled to concentrate on the nude sensation and the shameful humiliation it brought, but her concentration seemed to center on the diamond chips of her perky red nipples. Why did that always happen to her? She wondered dully. The least amount of tension and it felt as if someone's holding an ice cube to them, so tingling and crinkling were they. Unblinkingly, she stared at the jagged movements of the three sweat-soaked naked bodies connected by cocks and mouths and one pussy, one very willing pussy.
Instantly she convulsed in horror. It felt as if she were being electrocuted! Her eyes counted them: two men and one woman. She was naked for a reason, being held captive for a reason and that reason would soon unfold itself. From the corner of the squalid surrounds, she heard Shaker's thick-tongued voice confirm her worst fears.
The dark figure stood at the edge of the bed, eyes raking over the white, naked swells of perfection, centering on the pouting mound of her fleece-fluffed pussy behind the shamefully immodest patch of her bikini panties.
"You look kinda like Marilyn Chambers..." he grinned salaciously, his fleshy upper lip curling. "That chick be one bad cock sucker... we gonna see what that pretty mouth can do..."