Chapter 10
One hand nervously raked through a shock of graying hair, as Bill Potters paced his office. Through the glass cage his eyes fixed on a handful of night reporters preparing for the eleven o'clock edition of the news. A cacophony of typewriters sluiced the silence and meaningful puffs of cigarette smoke blued the air. Neither element echoed the tension stiffening his body.
Decisively he threw himself to the assignment desk and hammered a fist on the desk. The night editor bolted and stared bug-eyed up at Bill Potters' reddened orbs.
"I need the report from George." He thrust out a hand and grabbed futilely at air. "Goddammit, where's Sherrie Williams? Has she called in? We need her story to fill the gap on tonight's news." Again he clawed at the back of his neck and began pacing. "No murders, no violence... what the hell kind of newscast is that?"
Studying the furrowed brow above, darting, hen-like eyes, the assignment editor straightened and shook his head for emphasis. "No report from either," he retorted flatly.
"What?" Potter spun around on his heel. "What the fuck's going on around here?" He glared at the beads of sweat on the editor's stoic forehead. "Get another crew to cover the story... I want a story, do you hear me, you asshole?"
The news director stomped out of the room and headed for the sanctuary of his office and slammed the door shut. He threw himself into his swivel chair and started interrogating his consciousness.
Should he follow nobler instincts and alert the police to the possibility of foul play regarding one luscious-assed Sherrie Williams with the result of spoonfeeding the police department with the mayor's and press' honors... or should he savor the taste of showing the viewing community (ignorant shits that they were) that television was a viable vehicle at stopping crime? And all, of course, live on the newscast!
Flicking his wrist, he glared at his digital watch. Eight forty-two and twenty-one seconds.
Across town, another dictator of foul intent stomped aggravatedly from a scene of conflict. No cash, no ounce of heroin.
The hulk of Shaker Jones' six-feet, six-inch frame streaking like black lightening down the sidewalk with the puppydoggish companion two-stepping to keep pace, might have been humorous. That is, until an unwary drunk holding out a dirty palm for a spare nickel crumpled to the gutter in pain from a sharp elbow catching him in the Adam's apple.
"Fuckin' nigger... cocksucker," the wounded wino grumbled, struggling to his knees in time to see Shaker make an abrupt right and disappear into the tawdry storefront.
Cracking his knuckles under the crippling force of his other hand, Shaker kicked open the door to the Peep Show Palace and sent it flying off its hinges. It crashed against, the Bondage section of the bookshelf and women in chains and ropes with apples and cocks in their mouths tumbled domino-like from the shelves.
Jarvis, fast on his heels, pleaded, "Keep cool, man... you be gettin' the cops attention." He, too, felt frustrated and angry at the sour turn of events. Twenty thousand, street value, had been foiled because of the snooping blonde Carter had dragged off the street.
Now Shaker's mood hovered between murderous assault and frustrated rage as he stomped into the bedroom of the back apartment and eyed the mattress where Sherrie Williams's supine, naked white body lay. Beside her lay Carter, snuggled up like a black orphan during the Civil War milking on a southern mama's milk-white breast. Childlike, gurgling noises bubbled jubilantly from his throat as he sucked her white titties.
One yank of the black opera curtain ripped it from the rod. Shaker balled it up in his fist and, snarling, tossed it to the floor. His upper lip curled in disgust. "What the fuck's going on here? You supposed to of offed the white bitch!" Shaker's eyeballs bulged from his head in rage. Adrenalin pumped up his chest as if a bicycle pump were stuck down his esophagus. He grabbed Carter in one steely fist and tossed him off the bed like a rag doll.
Carter futilely tried to defend himself. Rolling over onto his stomach, he grabbed for the knife Daisy kept in the nightstand. Its shimmering, steely length glinted under the lamplight. Crouched on hands and knees, he eyed the superior strength of Shaker's massive body, his eyes traveled from toes to chest and back again.
Before he could spring, a foot caught him in the side of the head, knocking the knife from his hand. The sickening sound of a cracking skull made Jarvis wince.
Shaker's upper lip curled; the scar deepened. "Anybody else gonna fuck with Shaker?"
His nostrils flared like a race horse at the end of the line. His eyes fell on Sherrie Williams' pristine white body. In one violent, movement, he tore off his pants. "Somebody gonna pay for this shit! And it looks like it gonna be you white bitch!"
Sweat dribbled down his hairless forehead, his bald head shimmering with the sweat of intended labor. Sinews pumped adrenalin through his vengeful body, pumping pints of blood to bloat his groin to sadistic proportions. He grabbed the meaty girth of his growing cock and shook it at the comatose female victim.
"I'm gonna kill ya with my cock, white bitch!" he spat, his eyes remaining fixed on Sherrie's fluttering eyelids.
"Huh?" In swooning tranquility, Sherrie opened an eye and caught sight of the black spear lancing between her torturer's hands. The eye oozed milky pre-cum, hanging at the tip. The black hand pumped, and the penis grew longer with each stroke. The sleek movement, of the foreskin mesmerized her and Sherrie blinked, letting her blue eyes travel up over the muscle taut black belly and nakedly sweat-sheened chest. Something caught in her throat: it was a scream.
Throwing himself on the bed on all fours, Shaker positioned himself superiorly above his white slave. Without ceremony and without mercy, he shoved the heavy length of his black, blood-fed cock into the tiny, virginal pink hole between Sherrie's white thighs.
"Aaahhhhhhnnnngggg!" She could feel the tender hymen tissue rip, could feel the gush of sacrificial blood bathe his raping black penis in witness to the treasured loss.
Deep within his throat, Shaker growled at the wet warmth bathing his cock. Levering himself up, he gazed down at the blood streaked rivulets trailing down Sherrie's once pure, alabaster white thighs. "Holy shit...! We got us a cocksuckin' white virgin! Or at least she was one!" he growled sadistically. The thought pleased him even more; it doubled the joy of raping this white girl. Now he felt he was truly despoiling her, sullying her white body with his black cock and black seed. She had been a pure untouched white lily when she had been dragged in here. Now she had been ravished, her white innocence destroyed by black cock!
Sherrie's chest heaved from a scream that died in her throat; a black, sweat-salty hand clamped over her cum-encrusted lips. A mournful whimper was all Jarvis and Carter heard. The pain, the agony was beyond description, despite the numbing heroin still coursing through her veins. It felt as if a tree trunk had been bulldozing its way up to her bellybutton. The shock to her system brought tears to her eyes.
Shaker held his cock there inside her belly, luxuriating in the feel of its throbbing rape. He wanted to turn her snotty white guts into pudding, wanted to kill her with his cock. Below him, Sherrie's body wriggled in red hot pain that refused to cease as, levering himself on the palms of his hands, he bored deeper into her; his black penis slithered deeper into the bloodied hole, trying to reach her throat.
"Ahhh..." Sherrie's mouth went dry, her fingernails dug into the palms of her hands. Faint and weak, she could only moan and wriggle and not resist, her bodies shuddering wriggles and twitches only adding to her black rapists pleasure.
"You keep them blue eyes right on me, honey. I wanna see you scream your last when I kill you with my cock! And the last face you see in this world, fore I take you out of it gonna be my black face you little white slut!"
From the hateful, animalish expression he wore, she had no reason to doubt him. She actually believed his huge black weapon was capable of killing her and that it was tearing her apart. Hovering over her like the black shadow of death, Shaker inched further and further into her with each thrust, his cudgel opening up her white belly to accept his black tool. The swollen, blood-filled flesh of her violated cuntal walls offered no resistance to the incredibly hard hunk of male meat. Tears of fear and bewilderment dampened her eyes. She blinked back the dew and clamped her pearly teeth over the salty rim of her bottom lip. A sob broke from her throat and a hysterical scream tore from her lungs... instantly silenced by a whack across her already bruised face,
"Shaker says keep them blue eyes open! You look at the man fuckin' your white ass! And keep that yap shut!"
Sherrie instantly stared up with fear into the cold, cruel eyes of her black master. Her wide blue eyes betraying her terror to him and adding to his enjoyment of mastering the white bitch beneath him.
Mercilessly, Shaker mauled her white belly with his cruel hands, kneading his way up her supple, white body to the ripe, strawberry-tipped mounds of her succulent milk-white breasts flesh. A snicker of sadistic joy curled his lip as he mashed her creamy breasts together and rubbed her pink crinkled nipples together as if they were two pieces of flint. The excruciating friction chafed the tender skin into reddened nubs.
Gulping back a tear, Sherrie's eyes disobediently lowered from the scarred face down to the fleshy white mounds. Were those her nipples rubbing against each other in orgasmic joy? A wicked sensation sizzled through her belly to center in the nub of her clitoris
A dull, aching congestion weighted her lower belly as it pleaded to be lightened of its sweet-scented cum!
With a grunt, Shaker bored the last five inches of his ebony hewn penis into the cringing white belly of Sherrie's virginal cunt!
"Ungh! Unggh!!" Breath caught in her lungs. She felt the liquid heat of her cock-filled womb gorge and seep with naked lust from the throbbing heat of his damnably huge black cock.
This pleased him-venting his anger, getting his revenge. Gazing down at the glistening, bloodied stump of his cock, he watched it disappear into her soft white belly! This time he ground his kinky black pubic hairs against Sherrie's swollen cuntal lips, milking the final lustful charges from her tight, unused cuntal muscles.
Beyond the shredded tissue of her hymen, Sherrie felt the head of Shaker's blood-fed cock drub at the rubbery tip of her never-before touched cervix. And now for the first time her body had permitted the entrance of a penis into her belly, it was a raping black one!
The friction of two naked bodies rubbing and scraping at the most sensitive points of their beings however, sent electrical chills sizzling along Sherrie's ragged nerve synapse. He had violated her most private being, he had conquered her, she realized in a gush of terror. Violated, defiled, he would fuck her until she died now!
In torturously grinding circles, Shaker started a rhythm of drawing back. His meaty cock freed her cunt with sickening-wet, slurping sounds. He watched the pink folds of her pussy cling hotly to the hard black flesh of his penis... just as her mouth had earlier!
"Ahhh..." Sherrie shivered as the black animal used his muscled force to slam back into her cunny with a force that jiggled her milky breasts and rammed her blonde head against the brass headboard rail.
Suddenly, he pulled back and slammed in with all his power. This time she spilled sideways, her head hanging over the edge of the bed.
"Somebody hold this white bitch down!" he boomed.
Four black hands pinned the cringing white captive to the bed, holding her as if she were a human battering ram so that he could pound on her helpless body more forcefully. Hold tight they did-grabbing her arms, her belly, her thighs, mauling her tender white flesh and leaving it bruised-while Shaker gored into her belly another two blood swollen inches of black meat.
Carter's head ached above the temples, and his throat burned from Shaker's attack. Sympathy for the white captive simmered instead into racial hatred. Grabbing her soft breast, he dug his dirty nails into the tender flesh and delighted as lifting his hand, a red mark lingered hurtfully. He'd been a fool not to get rid of her earlier. They'd been a tight foursome-Daisy, Jarvis, Shaker and he-until the white bitch came and stole the show.
Consciousness gave way to sensation, blurred, fuzzy, crackling within Sherrie's held down body. Only feeling and a holocaust of pain-filled pleasure stormed her body. Her cunt was so sore and ravaged... but her libido was far from satisfied! She longed to be rid of the empty years of working hard and finding no pleasure in men. Along with that desire lurked the need now to be destroyed, hurt, because somewhere at the core of her being, she knew such wickedness was wrong.
Slaved and enslaved stared at each other, daring the other, goading the other on. Instinctively, she wiggled her naked pink pussy up against his engorged prick, delighting in the electric feel-of kinky black pubic curls stroking her oily clitoris. She arched her back and ground her soft buttocks into the sex-soaked mattress like a whore trying to satisfy her John!
"Whooie! Lookit 'er go!" whistled Jarvis. Lookit that white whore fuck on that black dick!"
Tremblingly, Sherrie's white thighs slowly snaked up to encircle her tormentor's smooth, black legs and hips. Rhythmically, she rocked her cock-stuffed pelvis over the black meat of his cock; the sound of her labored breathing rose above the confusion taking place outside the window.