Chapter 12
It was Saturday night, Virginia lay alone, tossing in her bed. Harold was again out of town. The company for which he worked had a deadline to meet in Memphis in order fulfill a contract and maintain their good reputation. Harold was there in charge of the mopping up operations. He'd called earlier, saying that he was sorry, but he wouldn't be able to make it home until Monday or Tuesday. The crew had run into a sticky problem and he couldn't leave.
"You and Mark will have to go to church with your parents in the morning," he'd said.
"Well miss you, darling," Virginia had replied. "But don't worry about us. Everything is fine here."
Declarations of love ended the conversation. After she'd hung up, Virginia turned suddenly restless. She and Mark had watched TV until his bed time. Alone after putting Mark to bed, with nothing but silence and a well-touted but dull book for company, Virginia's restlessness had grown progressively worse. She had eaten compulsively, making one trip after another into the kitchen to forage in the refrigerator. At ten she had felt stuffed and drowsy. After a hot soak she had gone to bed expecting to fall asleep immediately.
It hadn't worked that way. It was not five minutes past midnight, and Virginia lay fully awake. She hated herself for the thoughts running through her mind. She'd driven them out at least a dozen times, only to have them return even stronger than before. She'd thought all that was behind her.
Three months had passed since her abduction and rape. It had not affected her marriage to any appreciable degree. Her love for husband, child, and home was just as strong as ever. Harold and Mark were the most important things in r life. They were the very center of her existence, just as they had always been.
Then why in God's name am I lying here, tormented like this? she silently screamed.
Dancing lewdly through her mind was the big black cock which had made her body sing more joyously than it ever had before or since that awful day of humiliation. She could not sleep for thinking of it. She could not lie still. Tossing and turning didn't help. Neither did covering her head with the pillow and clamping it tightly about her ears and eyes to try and shut out the sight of the glistening black organ and the sounds of her own voice calling out, all raspy with lust.
The heat in her loins was a terrible thing. It was a raging hunger such as she had never known. Though she had never masturbated in her life, she did so now. She had to! The fires burning out of control inside her demanded every ounce of her attention. If she didn't put it out soon, it would consume her. She kicked back the covers and jerked off her panties, jabbing two fingers into her wet, swollen cunt and working them rapidly in and out. Climax came within seconds. She lay groaning it out to the empty bedroom and rolling from side to side on the bed.
But her finger-induced orgasm brought her no relief. It only helped for the brief time her cunt was fluttering around her two deeply planted fingers. Then, to her horror and complete amazement, the fire inside her cunt burst into an inferno of all-consuming lust. The mental picture of Wash's incredibly sweet organ rushed back, biting into her brain and sticking like a leech. It would not be driven away this time. It sucked at her mind till Virginia realized the awful truth. There was only one way to put out the fire within her. It would take a huge, black fireman with a long, thick, ebony hose. The hose would have to be inserted deep inside her-there to pour out the only fluid capable of extinguishing her particular kind of flame.
Perhaps it would require a whole crew of black firemen to put out the searing blaze, thought Virginia, as she jumped from her bed and began dressing. No matter, though. It must be done-at once!
Fully dressed and made-up heavier than she had ever been before, Virginia looked in on her son. He was sleeping peacefully. There was no reason to worry about him while she was gone. He always slept the whole night through| without waking. She tiptoed from his room and hurried up the hall. A glimpse of herself in the full-length mirror stopped her short. She studied her face. The heavy make-up made her look different. She knew what she looked like: a whore-a woman of the streets. The face in the mirror smiled at her. It was a wicked smile, full of lust and sinful longing for carnal pleasures-the very things Virginia ha been suppressing all her life.
"Just this once," she whispered to her reflection. 'Then everything will be back to normal again." "Yes," her reflection answered. "You're right. You must do this. A demon has possessed you. Hurry now! Go do what you must to exorcise him!
Virginia cruised slowly up the loud, neon-lit street. She was in North Little Rock, in the heart of the Negro section. Beer joints and honky-tonks surrounded her, lining both sides of the block she was in. This was her fifth pass up this particular street. She knew without a doubt that there she would find what she was looking for. The only thing she needed was the courage to park her station wagon and go into one of the garish dens of iniquity.
A car shot away from the curb, jumping out in front of Virginia and forcing her to jam her foot quickly to the brake. Her car stopped with a squeal. Skidding tires sounded behind her. Virginia steeled herself for the impact, then breathed a sigh as the car behind her bumped almost gently against her back bumper.
Her lip quivering and her hands trembling, she pulled her wagon into the parking slot just vacated at the curb. She sat there for a moment, trying to muster up the courage to get out and walk down the street. Before she could act, the passenger's door opened and a Negro airman stuck his head inside the car.
"That was close," he said. "Are you all right, ma'am?"
"I'm all right," she said, turning toward him. "A bit shook up, but that's all."
The brown face smiled. "It didn't hurt your car."
Virginia noticed his eyes moving down her body, appraising her. His gaze stopped at her thighs. She glanced down and saw that her dress was hiked up high, giving him a good look at the exposed flesh above her nylons. She left it that way.
"You looking for some action? " he asked.
She nodded, turning to look into his face as he slid into the car. The door was left open. The car bounced as he scooted across the seat. Then his dark hand was on her leg, moving up the warm, soft flesh of her inner thigh. Virginia shuddered as he cupped her moist cunt, still looking unblinkingly into his smiling eyes.
"I thought so," he said "Been watching you drive up and down the street. How much action you looking for?" "What do you mean?"
"I've got two buddies. We can get a motel room." Virginia felt a tremor shoot through her. "How about it, baby? You game?" "Let's go," she breathed.
"We're in," he yelled, turning his face toward the sidewalk.
Footsteps sounded. The front door slammed shut and the back door swung open. Another Negro airman got into the back seat and slid across to make room for the greasy, pimple-faced young Puerto Rican following him. Virginia started the car as the back door banged shut. The Negro in the front seat had his arm around her, cupping a tit. His other hand was rubbing at her crotch when she pulled away from the curb.
"Straight ahead two blocks and one to the left," the man beside her said. "What's your name, baby?"
"Mary Magdalene," she told them, her voice getting husky from the fingers working in her pussy.
The motel room was small and dingy, with an ancient armchair taking up most of the space the other worn-out furnishings left. In one corner was a battered dresser with a yellowed mirror and a wooden, straight-backed chair. Cracked linoleum-with worn spots of black where traffic had been the heaviest-was on the plank floor, which gave under pressure and bounced whenever it was walked on. The bedstead was made of iron, its original beauty long since vanished. It was covered with many coats of chipping and peeling paint. A sagging mattress that smelled of sweat and urine rested on a set of dilapidated, bare springs. A print bedspread that looked like it was made from worn-out, faded drapes graced the lumpy mattress and the two feather pillows.
Virginia stood beside the bed, letting herself be fondled and undressed by Carlos, the Puerto Rican, and Slim, the skinny Negro who had ridden in the back seat. Stubbs, the Negro who had fingered her pussy during the drive and the only one that had spoken a word, stood undressing in front of her. He was down to his shorts now, his cock bulging as he grinned and pitched his trousers over the back of the armchair. Virginia groaned as he stepped out of his shorts. His cock was every bit as big as Wash's. The tiny slapping noise it made as it sprang free and hit against his flat stomach was music to her ears. There stood the instrument capable of putting out her fire, swaying from the muscular brown body at a forty-five degree angle.
Stubbs tossed his shorts to the chair. The gleam in Virginia's eyes brought a knowing laugh from his grinning mouth. Her gaze was fixed hotly on his cock and her tongue was teasing back and forth between her slightly parted lips.
"You white cunts are all alike," Stubbs said, taking a step toward her and grasping his cock. He ran his hand up and down on it. "You wanta suck it, don't you?" "Yea,"
"It looks all big and black and dirty to you, doesn't it? That makes you want it in your mouth all the more, doesn't it?"
"Yesss."
The four dark hands working at Virginia's clothes had now removed everything but her panties, garter belt, hose, and high-heeled shoes. She stood trembling, watching Stubbs jack off his cock as Carlos and Slim finished undressing her. A moment later they stepped back and began taking off their own clothing, leaving Virginia to stand completely nude and alone.
Stubbs came to her then, walking up till the head of his cock pushed hotly into her lower abdomen. He took a tit in each hand, squeezing harshly and chuckling as Virginia sucked in her breath against the pain.
"Kiss me," she whimpered. "I don't kiss cocksuckers."
It was like a slap in the face to Virginia. She was instantly humiliated. Yet the masochism in her rushed forth and embraced his words as if they were the sweetest and gentlest caresses she had ever experienced. "Oh, darling, darling, darling!" she sighed.
"Cocksucking whore," he said, grinning directly into her face.
"Yessss! Oh yesss!"
Stubbs laughed loudly. "You're mine, bitch," he said.
"YESSS!" she screamed, feeling his fingers bite brutally into her soft tits and jerk her down. Her knees hit the hard floor and his cock slapped her in the face. "I'M YOURS! I'M YOUR COCKSUCKING WHORE!!!
"Shut up!" he barked.
His fingers dug into her hair and brought her mouth the head of his prick. Virginia opened her mouth wide and let him pull her face up tight against his belly. The head of his cock was down her throat and his balls were brushing her chin. The coarse hair of his pelvis cut into bat lips. She groaned, throwing her arms around his legs, her t clutching at the cheeks of his ass as she sucked hungrily on his fat organ.
'There. That ought to shut you up. What the fuck yam trying to do anyway? Wake up the dead?"
Virginia barely heard his words. She made no sense of them. She was beyond verbal communication, grunting and moaning and bobbing her head back and forth over the hard brown dick in her mouth. Virginia heard Stubbs speak again. The ringing and buzzing in her ears made it impossible for her to make out what he said. But it didn't matter. She realized that he was talking to one of his friends. She heard the name "Slim", then quit trying to hear what Stubbs was saying.
"We've got more than pussy here, Slim," Stubbs had said. "Look in her purse. See if you can find a picture of her in there."
Half undressed, Slim went to the dresser and opened Virginia's purse. A moment later he had a photo of Virginia in his hand. It was a wallet size of the latest family portrait. Virginia looked the perfect young wife and mother in it, with little Mark sitting on her lap and Harold standing behind them with his hands resting on her shoulders.
"This is the only one I could find," Slim said, bringing it over to Stubbs.
"It'll do," Stubbs said. "Get your clothes back on. I want you to take her car and go back down the street. Get as many guys as you can find. Charge 'em two bucks apiece. Use her station wagon for a bus to haul 'em back and forth."
"Yeah," Slim grinned. "I wonder how many she can take on!"
Dimly, Virginia heard the door open and shut. She wondered at that. But a second later hands were grasping her hips and raising her butt. She went with the hands, keeping her mouth going on Stubbs' cock as her buttocks were spread apart. The head of a cock fitted into her swollen cuntlips, then she felt it slide smoothly into her vagina and the goddamned door opening and shutting didn't make a fucking bit of difference to her any more.
Carlos' cock charged into her, his belly hitting into her ass and shoving Stubbs' dick down her throat. Then they were both plunging their hard tubes of meat at her, buffeting her back and forth between them until she thought she would faint dead away from the heat of it all.
They slammed her back and forth so roughly that her knees threatened to buckle. Carlos' peter fell from her vagina. She groaned a protest around the cock in her mouth, wiggling her tail in an effort to recapture Carlos. Then she had his dick once more. He missed the moving target of her pussy; suddenly her tight asshole felt as if it was being ripped open. Up her butt rushed Carlos' slippery pole, bringing a muffled scream from her throat as his stomach slapped against her buttocks and once more pushed her throat at Stubbs' cock.
They went at her rhythmically then, holding her still as both men humped her. She was filled with prick at both ends. Trembling and moaning, she clung weakly to Stubbs's thighs. Carlos banged into her buttocks, flattening them and filling her ass with cock as Stubbs hit into her face, driving the head of his rod deep in her throat and mashing his stomach over her eyes and nose and forehead.
It didn't last long. Soon Stubbs was sweating and grunting, pushing the twitching head of his organ clear down to her lungs, it seemed to Virginia. Then he erupted like a volcano, sending hot spurts of come rushing down her throat and warming her stomach like hot coffee on a cold winter morning. All the while he poured sperm into her, her face was buried into his sweat-soaked lower abdomen. Virginia sucked in air past his sweaty brown skin, pulling hard to force it around his thick cock in her throat and get it to her needy lungs. It was heady, pungent, delicious! Even the pain of Carlos' shaft jabbing in and out of her tender asshole was good!
Virginia was loving every second of it. She wished it could go on forever and ever. Then Stubbs' well ran dry. His cock still twitching weakly, he pulled it from her throat. As the head dragged across her tongue, Virginia licked at it fast, getting the last drop of his juice onto her taste buds and savoring it.
The cock left her reluctant mouth with a loud slurp. Then Stubbs was stepping to the side and Virginia could feel herself toppling forward as Carlos slammed his rod up her butt. Down she went, losing the rod from her ass and falling forward. Her tits and belly jerked and squeaked on the cold linoleum as she came to a stop, face down on the floor. She had not been able to get her hands under herself in time. Her nose was flat on the gritty floor. Blood oozed from her cut lip.
"Oh, Jesus," she wailed, lying flat and letting the cold caress her feverish body.
She turned her head to the side and spat out a piece of broken front tooth along with blood and saliva and jism. Never had she been so abused. She pushed up from the floor and sat, rubbing her mouth. Both men were grinning down at her. She saw Stubbs' organ going limber. It had a milky drop of sperm hanging from the eye of its glans. She grabbed his legs and pulled him to her, licking the tip of his cock and groaning.
"Suck Carlos," he urged.
Virginia turned toward the greasy Puerto Rican. She saw his pimply face leering down smugly at her as he backed toward the bed. He sat with his buttocks on the edge of the mattress, opening his legs for her. She stared at his cock, still hard and throbbing and covered with her cunt juice and the brown film of shit it had collected in the depths of her ass.
Carlos didn't utter a word. He merely lifted his hands and motioned her toward him. She went to him, sobbing, crawling on her hands and knees. She brought her face to his crotch, sitting on the cold floor and extending her legs under the filthy bed.
The smell of her own shit was strong in her nostrils as Virginia opened her mouth and lowered her face. She took the head into her mouth, licking it clean before she tightened her lips around the base of his penis.
Her head was bobbing frantically up and down on Carlos' dick when the door flew open and five Negroes entered the dingy little motel room.
"Hoowee!" one of the men exclaimed. "Look at her go!"
"She sucks like she likes it," another said. "I'm gonna have me a blow job tonight!"
"Yeah! She's purty, too," still another said. He was a big strapping youth, a ditch digger who still had on his grimy work clothes. He grinned as he walked cockily over to watch Virginia suck Carlos' dick at close range. "Look at them lips! Mmm-MMM! I'm gonna get my asshole kissed-that's what I'm gonna do!"
If Virginia knew the five leering Negroes had entered the room, she didn't show it. She went on sucking and slurping at Carlos' stiff pole until he shot his hot load into her greedy mouth. She swallowed it down, then pulled her puffy lips from his dwindling organ and licked at the come which had overflowed and was running down her chin. She offered no resistance as hands lifted her onto the bed an laid her on her back. She appeared to be only half aware of what was going on.
The bed sagged as the first Negro who had paid for the privilege joined her. He hadn't even bothered to take off his pants. He'd merely dropped them, along with his shorts, down around his ankles. He pushed between her legs, forcing them easily apart with his knees as he pulled his shirttail up, out of the way.
Looking up hazily, Virginia realized she had never seen this man before. He was coarse and foul-smelling. The crisp hair of his unshaven face felt like sandpaper as he nuzzled her cheek. Then his weight came down on her, the buttons of his shirt biting into her flesh and the coarse material making its impression on her soft tits. The hot head of his cock pushed roughly between her cunt lips and he entered her with one brutal jab.
"OHHH!" Virginia groaned, the air rushing from her lungs as the head of his cock jarred her insides.
The bedsprings began to creak and rasp out a grating rhythm as the man hammered his huge black cock in and out of her. She gasped and panted for breath, struggling to push him from her before he killed her. It was no use. She was too weak to even get the idea across that she wanted him to quit. He mistook her feeble efforts to push him from her trembling body for signs of passion. He threw cock at her all the faster, whispering into her ear and telling her how nice and tight she was.
Giving up, Virginia let her body go limp and accepting. She lay moaning and whimpering, feeling his long thick dick stroke in and out of her tightly gripping cuntlips. The bed was bouncing wildly up and down, filling the room with creaks and pops and snapping sounds.
Virginia's face was to the wall. She saw a fat roach run from beneath the mattress and try to climb the partition before its own weight sent it falling to the floor. She shut her eyes. Behind her clenched eyelids, she could see the massive black cock pushing her cuntlips in and drawing them out to cling to his shaft. Pushing them in and drawing them out-going on and on and on!
Her mental picture heightened the feeling. It turned good. It turned very, very good! This was what she had wanted. This total degradation! Suddenly she responded with every ounce of life in her. The massive organ was churning her guts! She could feel them swirling about within her!
A groan ripped from her throat. She threw her legs and arms around the humping man and turned her face to kiss him.
"No, Goddamn it!" he grunted, refusing to accept her kiss. When Virginia forced her mouth to his and thrust in her tongue, he pulled his face away and slapped her hard across the face. "I told you no!" he shouted.
"DARLING, DARLING, DARLING!!!" Virginia yelled, holding him to her and hunching her cunt wildly at him.
The painful slap had sent her hurtling into an intense orgasm. The room went black and spun crazily as she threw her cunt up to meet his every thrust. The walls of her vagina gripped at his cock with a strength unknown to her before that second. She fluttered and twitched around his prick, drawing the come up from his balls and carrying him into orgasm along with her. He shuddered, thrust his cock deep, held it in to the hilt, and ground his pelvis at her, blowing jet after forceful jet of hot juice into the very depths of her jerking womb.
No sooner had he left the bed than another Negro took his place between her trembling legs and rammed his cock into her heaving belly. Virginia made no effort to push this one from her. Instead, she welcomed him with open arms. She shut her eyes and chanted out vile obscenities as she met his jabbing hips and stroking cock hunch for hunch. He blew his nuts into her and got up.
"Nooo . .. Come back!" Virginia wailed, opening her eyes and searching for him. For the first time she saw the roomful of naked Negroes. There were too many to count. Slim had brought another group by this time. They had all pushed into the small room and were waiting to fuck her, Virginia realized.
"Oh my God!" she cried out. Her mind reeled with the sudden knowledge of what was happening. "You're selling me! You've made me a whore!" she yelled to the grinning Stubbs.
"You were looking for action," he said. 'Think this will be enough for you? "
Virginia stared incredulously at him.
"Next," Stubbs said calmly.
She watched one of the men step forward. His cock was standing out hard and ready as he climbed onto the bed and knelt between her open legs. Virginia moaned as he shoved her cunt full of long black cock and began fucking her urgently.
"Oh God ... Oh God!" she wailed.
Her hips moved with the hunching Negro of their own accord. The sensations inside her cunt were maddening. Good! Delicious! Wonderful!!!
"Next," she gasped, when the man pulled his cock from her swollen, come-drenched cunt. "NEXT, NEXT, NEXT!!!"