Chapter 4

Black Revenge

Up until the night of August 13, 1971 Carla Sanchez had been an unbelievably happy woman. Pert, young and attractive, a woman in her early thirties, Carla was very much in love with her soldier husband, Frank Sanchez. Carla had the uncommonly beautiful features that are characteristic of many women of Spanish ancestry. Namely the alabaster white complexion combined with the long flowing ebony hair and the almost 'angelical' expression in her eyes that could turn cool and then fiery within a single moment's glance.

Among other workers at the weaving mill that employed 3,500 workers Carla had the reputation of being quiet and dependable. She appeared to be a woman of calm reserve who could remain cool under any circumstances. Even when the supervisor of her shift repeatedly begged her for dates Carla had been convincing when she said 'no'. There had never been the hint of scandal about Carla that seemed to shadow the lives of so many other girls at the factory.

Carla admitted to herself that she did not think much of her supervisor. She thought Edwin Alberts was unusually young and cocksure to hold down such responsibility. Carla knew raises had been freely given to girls who were free with their after-hour time with the boss. Carla knew she had been over-looked for a raise when others who were less competent had received them.

Carla had learned to overlook that. But deep in her heart she could not help but feel that Edwin Alberts was responsible for the chain of events that changed her from a happy and carefree woman into a terrified bundle of nerves who felt it imperative to her own sanity to consult a psychiatrist.

"Edwin was flippy with all of the girls . . ." Carla verified, fingering the wedding ring on her left hand. "Edwin seemed particularly attracted to some of the young negro girls who worked on our shift. I wondered how a white man could lust after a dinge. But then it was none of my business!"

"Edwin was dating this one married colored girl. .," Carla blushed. "Her name was Samantha Grey. She was a long-legged, big-busted specimen of her race with thick sensual lips, high cheekbones and a wide pug nose. I guess maybe Samantha was pretty good in the sheets because Edwin hung after her constantly at work."

"When Samantha came up pregnant it began a big scandal. . .," Carla noted. "Samantha was called into the office. She was fired. When several other negro girls protested that Edwin dismissed Samantha because he had her pregnant they were likewise dismissed. Apparently this caused a frantic backlash of negro wrath. A chain of events that seemed to gather the storm clouds of dissent and inter-racial hatred. It's a shame when innocent people have to become involved in incidents of black wrath!"

"I guess I just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time," Carla noted. She forced a smile through thin drawn lips. "Most of the negro girls at the factory had either quit or been fired over the incident of Samantha Grey. I guess the feeling was running pretty high outside that colored girls were to be used and abused but in no manner considered equal with white employees."

"Not long after that some of the women began complaining about a group of black motorcycle sadists who perused their cars, nearly running them off the road as they left the factory. I worked the three to eleven shift. It was dark when I left the factory too. I didn't have anyone waiting at home either because Frank had seven months duty left overseas. I hadn't encountered the cyclists myself until then."

"The tension got even worse when Samantha's husband divorced her and left her alone to have her white baby. It was rumored that Samantha deliberately murdered the infant shortly after birth. The scandal came out in the papers when Samantha was arrested for suffocating the child with a blanket. The papers neglected to mention that the child was Caucasian."

"Somehow Edwin Alberts managed to keep his job amidst the heavy storm of dissent.. .," Carla noted. "The girls at the factory were boiling over the black negro cyclists who were pursuing them down the roads doing highway acrobatics that almost caused them to crack-up!"

"I guess my turn was bound to come," Carla grimaced. "I left the factory in a hurry that rainy night. The topic of discussion at work had been interracial marriages and our attention had been focused on black-white sexuality. It was drizzling hard as I opened the door to my hardtop sedan. I didn't bother glancing into the back seat. I was in a hurry to get home."

"I had driven about a quarter mile away from the plant when all of a sudden three silver and black cycles with terribly loud mufflers zoomed in behind me. My heart skipped a beat. Right then and there it became evident they were going to chase me."

"I didn't speed up...," Carla confirmed. "I did reach over to lock my door as one black militant on a cycle made a grab for my door handle. The black jerked hard. Then he spat on my window as he saw me lock the other door!"

"White trash .. . dirty white pig! ..." the youth shouted, through my open vent. "It's time you tasted black revenge!"

"On the back of his black leather jacket was scrawled the word 'Panthers'," Carla noted, "but of course they weren't a highly organized group like the real bona-fide organization that goes by that name. Two other choppers wheeled in beside me. One wheeled in front forcing me to pump my brakes and slow down."

"When I moved to pass on the right a third chopper cut me off. I began to become afraid — really afraid — then! I had no weapons with which to defend myself. I had to turn off onto a lonely stretch of road to go home. The cycles pursued me. I was determined that I would stop for nothing. The black youths all had small goatees. They looked very sinister. I guess I would have tried to run over them if they had tried to force me to stop."

"This one negro rode my bumper. He began throwing loud firecrackers at my wheels," Carla gasped. "The noise sounded like a shot gun blast going off near me. Firecrackers were tossed at me from all directions. I was terrified that one would set fire to my gas tank. I was getting ready to push the gas pedal to the floor, to mash down on the accelerator with all my might, when I felt something kind of round and cold pressed up firmly against the back of my neck."

"All right — biddy . . ," a black youth hissed, standing up from behind the back seat so that the whites of his eyes showed in my rear view mirror, "slow down and take the next road to the right. The one that goes through the old deserted stretch of pines ahead. Do as I say and you may live to see tomorrow."

"I was terrified . . ," Carla gasped in desperation. "This negro youth was black and thin and he appeared to be about nineteen. I could smell the strength of his black flesh when he got near me. Because he was dressed in solid black attire there was no way I could have spotted him kneeling down in the back seat floor. I turned to the right as he told me to do. I cut my bright lights down to park lights. I inched my way through the long winding road with three choppers on my tail.

Suddenly four more choppers zoomed out of nowhere. As I drove into the thicket of trees I saw nine black faces peering at me through the ebony darkness."

"We got us a hostage — man!" a black youth named Morgan shouted. "Hey — guys — let's mess up the snow! God — brothers — you don't know what you're missin' unless you ball it with some white trash."

"Sure — man!" another black youth named Avery sighed. "You're getting to be an ice cream sandwich — always hanging around after white tail."

"We got her here man. .," Calvin noted, flipping open the button and exposing the seven inch blade of his switch-blade knife. "Let's use her. I ain't ashamed of being an oreo. Nothing worse than what they done to our women at that damned whore factory. Do you put out for your boss lady? Is that how you kept your job?"

"I was too astonished to speak..," Carla gasped. "I was surrounded by nine angry black boys. They wore high black leather boots, tight black pants that clutched hungrily at their groins revealing their boiling sex. They all glared at me with the kind of vengeful anger that runs wild at lynch mobs."

"PLEASE ..." I begged. "I've done nothing to you. Let me go — home!"

"Shut up — snow! ..." a black youth named Jason jeered. "My main man here — Charlie — digs sex with white snakes! You heard what happened to Samantha Grey? We think it's high time we had a white sacrifice too! Samantha tried to slash her wrists in that white prison they put her in. Maybe it's time we jigs messed up some snow!"

"Yeah — you cats! ..." Charlie grinned through two broken front teeth. "I'd love to father a spotted baby. Gimme them wedding rings — honey. I can turn them into some constannus shortly, Baby — do you want to get oiled before we do it to you?"

"The big black named Charlie shoved a stinking bottle of whisky at me . . ," Carla confirmed. "It must have been moonshine because it stunk to high heaven. A black youth named Elias jerked me back by my hair. Charlie shoved the bottle down my throat. He practically jabbed my tonsils out. I nearly choked to death on that foul liquor. It burned like cleaning fluid once it hit the pit of my stomach. Four black boys held me tight as they poured half a bottle of that foul smelling stuff down me."

"I felt rough hands all over me everywhere! . . ," Carla gasped, closing her eyes as she recalled the traumatic event. "I felt black hands reaching up my dress. While they forced the filthy booze down my throat another nigger youth, Calvin, jerked open my blouse. He tore off my bra. I felt Calvin's rough moustache and goatee touch my breasts. I heard this deep animal cry from his throat. I felt a lusty tongue lash across my breasts. Firm lips sucked my tits. Another negro jerked down my skirt. I was standing in a thicket of trees entirely naked."

"The honkie's bride . . . ," Charlie jeered, lighting up this peculiar smelling weed. "We're going to get us some 'snow' man. Maybe even make us some big black babies. Honey — this is going to be a night for you to remember. Because we're each one of us going to rape you! You're going to be filled with nine black nigger pricks. Over and over and over again!"

"How do you want it — babe!" Cosmo grinned, licking his thick lips. "In the ass or up your stinkin' white cunt?"

"Put it anywhere you can get it — baby!" Avery laughed. "Any holes all right as long as it's big enough for your big black dick!"

"Those filthy animals made a thick bed of leaves . . ," Carla stammered, almost crying. "The biggest guy — Charlie — who was obviously the leader, pushed me down in the leaves. He unleashed his huge black penis without undressing.

Then he fell on top of me like some wild black animal. I felt that cock almost splitting me wide open as he ploughed into me with the fury of a madman! My husband is very small in the genitals, which has always suited me fine."

"That big black ape was huge. I screamed wildly as he tore into my vagina. I screamed until my throat was raw. Unfortunately way back in the woods at the base of a lonely mountain no one heard me. One of the dinges got mad at me and shoved his prick in my mouth. It was uncircumcised. It had some foul smelling stuff all around it. I cringed in terror as he shoved it down my throat."

"Suck my big black prick!" Elias giggled. "Suck my big black stud horse — baby! You haven't done anything — chick — unless you've sucked a black dick. Like it good. Run your tongue over the head. Push my uncircumcised hood back and forth with your tongue. Lick my piss hole. Suck it in. Suck the fire out of it!"

"I was afraid not to obey him . . ," Carla gasped. "Charlie was pumping away in my vagina. All of a sudden he shot his load. Elias mounted my face and was fucking away in my mouth. His balls rested against my chin whacking sharply as I tongued his pulsating phallus. My jaws ached. I thought he would never come."

"The next prick shoved down my throat was a real weirdo . . ," Carla ranted. "It felt like it had pebbles under the flesh. No kidding. There were large rough bumps all up and down the surface and the underside of that dong! Hard bumps like tiny pebbles imbedded in the penis!"

"Cosmo's got a real unusual prong — baby!" Elias laughed, pinching my thighs. "He's gouged holes in his dink and put small pebbles there, securing them until the skin grows over them. Cosmo's a weirdo — baby! He's got stones and rocks under his flesh. Claims his girlfriends turn on more to the friction against their vaginal walls! Do you dig his stoney prick — kid!"

Cosmo's a real gone daddy," Samson laughed unleashing his own black leathery penis. "He lets yellow jackets sting the head of his joint. Sits in the woods and smears honey all over his meat-stick. Then slaps the bees so they'll sting him. Then, man, his joint swells the size of a man with elephantitis. He used to get almost too big to go in any girls cunt. As he moves his prick in and out he gets the wildest sensations! Cosmo switched from bees to stones though — claims his gals like them better! Man — he got an infection once and almost died!"

"I didn't taste the stony prick until about midnight," Carla rasped. "I was sore and aching from the angry pricks that violated me. Those wild savages shoved their pricks in my eyes, my nose and my ears. One guy shot his juice in my ear and it sloshed around inside. Another black youth shot his load in my hair. He rubbed it all over my face. I screamed. I cried. That was when Cosmo mounted me and gave me a private sample of his stony prick. But first Charlie held my head back and poured some of that mountain juice down my throat."

"After a while I lost some of my fear ..." Carla gasped. "Cosmo moved on top of me sucking and feeling my breasts first. They were red and soar from being handled so much. Cosmo inched that stony prick towards me. He thrust hard. All of a sudden I felt those rough stones rubbing against my vaginal lips. It felt weird as he began pumping that stony prick in and out of me!"

"Come on — honey ..." Cosmo groaned, "get with me!"

"Cosmo began working harder than any of the others to make me feel some thrill of response. Cosmo shoved his hands under my buttocks. He drew my frightened body against his, mashing his penis deep inside of me."

"Come on — baby — fuck with your big black daddy!"

"Oh — no!" I gasped, feeling some forced thrill of response. "God — no! Oh — you're hurting me!"

"Suck me deep — sugar!" Cosmo grinned, reaming his cock inside me. "Do it right, baby. Love your daddy tonight."

"I don't recall if it was the whisky or the stones in his prick . . ," Carla stuttered, as if unable to continue her story, "but somehow Cosmo made me feel some thrill of sensual response. Maybe he just knew how to fuck better than the rest of them. I lay there feeling my vaginal muscles responding with hard grabs at his thrusting joint. Cosmo seemed to last forever. He got our genitals mashed tight together, so there was not an inch of space between us. One of those stones or something must have been rubbing my clitoris because I began pounding towards him — drawing him deeper inside!"

"Suck him in — white trash!" Calvin shouted. "Let him fill you with a thousand black babies."

"I had forgotten about the pregnancy hazard," Carla noted. "It was one of my off days. I went by the rhythm method when Frank was home. According to my chart it would have been one of my infertile periods. I prayed my guess was right. I couldn't help but wrap my legs around Cosmo's tight black jeans as he thrust that prick-dagger deep inside me. I lunged forward to meet his conquering phallus."

"OWWWW ... oh - don't make me want it!" I screamed. "Oh — no — oh — gawd. Fuck me! OHOOOOO!"

"Fuck her — black boy!" Charlie roared with laughter. "Fuck her like she's never been fucked before."

"Cosmo almost drove me out of my mind. I think now it was the ungodly combination of the whisky and his rough penis moving about inside of me. Anyway I threw back my head, rolled my eyes and screamed out in passion like some jungle wife. I felt the fluid ooze deep inside of me. I guess it had been a very long time since I had enjoyed a climax anyway. My desire exploded like some dam overflowing. I closed my eyes and lost awareness of the color of my attacker. Cosmo poured his spewing penis into me and made me experience multiple orgasms."

"After Cosmo this black named Morgan climbed on me. Charlie made me swallow some more of the mountain juice first. I felt my head spinning, and my body was on fire from the booze. Between my thighs I was wet with my come and their black juice. Four black youths had raped me and spewed their orgasm inside of me. After they saw that I enjoyed some of it they became less cruel and more willing to please me."

"The only one who really hurt me was Charlie," Carla affirmed, fixing her gaze out my open office window. "If he hadn't done what he did I might not have ended up in this office. When the rest of the guys shot their loads in my cunt and mouth Charlie straddled me like some cowboy tying a wayward calf. He turned me over, mercilessly jerking on my aching arms. Then Charlie spit on that huge ebony prick of his. He jerked his jack-hammer a few times. Charlie shot it roughly between the cheeks of my ass! I felt it pound against my tight sphincter. I felt Charlie shoving with all of his might."

"To hell with making love to her — you jerks!" Charlie hissed through stained yellow teeth. "I want to make her feel some pain. Think of what her kind did to Samantha Grey. Then see if you find her so damn desirable. We ought to split her wide open from end to end!"

"Charlie pounded his angry cock into my ass. He shot into my anus. He literally tore into my tender flesh. I screamed out until another boy shoved a prick into my mouth to shut me up. I was laying downward with my face mashed into the leaves. I was screaming. Duke, the smallest negro, pulled my hair and slid his thin legs around my neck. He made me chew on his dick!"

"Eat it — baby!" Duke grinned, enjoying my pain. "It will give you something to bite on while Charlie sodomizes you! If you bite it hard — so help me gawd — I'll shove my fingernails so far into your fuckin' eyeballs that your brain will stand up and pop out your ears!"

"I was terrified . . . ," Carla gasped. "Up until then I had managed to feel some small thrill of response. But with Charlie ripping his huge cock in and out of my ass and Duke forcing me to fellate him without screaming or biting well — it was just too much! After he spewed his load into my mouth I began screaming like a mad woman!"

"No . . . god . . . no!" I raved. "You're killing me! God — you're killing me! Please let me go! Fiends! All of you — fiends! Ahaaaaa . . . ahhhhhaaaaa . . . ahhhhhaaaaaa!"

"Suddenly when my eyes turned to glassy marbles and my stare became fixed and I did nothing but scream like I had gone insane the nine negro youths simultaneously zipped up their pants. They knew they had pushed me beyond my limits and that I was very close to loosing my mind. I guess they knew they had gotten ample revenge for Samantha Grey.

As Calvin walked by me he looked at me as if I was some kind of pathetic sub-human species.

"Sorry — kid!" Calvin whispered, striding past me. "But we needed a victim! We'll call Edwin Alberts and tell him where you are. I hope for your sake he doesn't try to rape you when he sees you naked. But then I don't know what else you'd expect from a dirty white pig."

"Play it cool — kid! "Cosmo grinned. "You'll be back home in your own crib soon! Tell Eddie not to sick the pigs on us or there may be other victims. Just tell him we got an 'eye for an eye'. And tell him from now on he'd better leave black women alone or he may find himself gang raped. I'd love to skid over his balls on my cycle. Bye — kid!"

"The youth named Calvin jerked my hands up behind me ..." Carla noted. "He tied my hands with his belt. Then he pulled this wad of rawhide out of his jeans pockets. He tied me to a stout pine tree. Calvin glanced down at my dirty, defiled body. He spat at me. His wad of spittle ran down between my breasts."

"So long — kid!" Calvin grinned. "Next time you'd better look in the back seat of your car. 'Cause we got it in for you white chicks. And for that boss man of yours who thinks he can fuck nigger girls and then fire them! I heard Avery talkin' about puttin' a firecracker up his ass. And freezing his balls with ice cubes. Man — all of you better listen — 'cause Avery can be a mean customer. Your boss man better stand clear and keep his fingers playin' with his own marbles."

"As I broke out in uncontrollable sobs," Carla related, "Cosmo winked. Then he ran to his cycle."

"If you tell your story to the fuzz ..." Cosmo paused, momentarily, "don't forget to tell them how much you enjoyed the first part. I made you like it — baby! A black man made your white cunt turn inside out with passion. Don't ever forget it. Maybe you'll even have yourself a black baby who knows?"

PSYCHOLOGICAL COMMENT:

This case history shows the traumatic effect that a gang rape incident performed by all black members against a white woman can have. Carla told me that after an hour of cringing and sobbing her employer Edwin Alberts came to her rescue escorted by a small armed squad of policemen.

Carla related that she was taken to headquarters for a medical examination. Later she tried to identify her attackers. She glanced through the photographs of known young black criminals. She was able to identify two of her attackers.

The incident of rape-revenge of a lone white woman by nine black motorcycle attackers caused such a scandal that Edwin Alberts gave up his job and moved out of town. Carla noted that she was unable to return to work because of her nervous condition which resulted in insomnia followed by horrible daydreams and fantasies about black rapists. These fantasies plagued her night and day. Carla confessed to me she never wrote to her husband about what had happened. It was only after tests proved that she was not pregnant from the 'gang bang' that Carla's condition became less noticeable.

Carla was deeply distressed when she consulted me. Undoubtedly Carla will be undergoing analysis for some time because of this unfortunate incident. The motive is clearly one of vengeance carried out by the black rapists against one lone white woman. Many attacks of black men against white women involve the unleashing of feelings of hatred and hostile resentment.

As author Roger Blake notes in SEX IN BLACK AND WHITE, Volume I . . .

"The love-hate factor certainly plays an important part — if seldom recognized — part in many Negro-Caucasian relations in North America; particularly in the United States."

Where race relations are forced the motive often is revenge.

In SEX IN BLACK AND WHITE author Roger Blake notes . . .

"Sex is often used as an outlet for frustrations and angers. Thus, the black male who copulates with a white woman is performing an act of aggression against the oppressive white race. He is wreaking vengeance."

Due to the fact that the black youths felt they had a motive, which they felt justified their attack upon Carla, Carla found herself the unsuspecting victim of a black mob's wrath. Unfortunately the person directly responsible for the situation remained untouched. And one helpless white woman who had nothing to do with the chain of events was harmed in a manner that she may never be able to forget.

Many black youths find raping helpless white women an enjoyable 'sport'. Many such gang rapists travel in gangs on motorcycles. To date only two members of the cycle gang have been arrested.

Meanwhile Carla is undergoing analysis in the hopes she may be able to tell her husband of the horrible event when he comes home.

At the weaving mill women are now working daytime shifts and men the night shifts in hopes of discouraging further incidents of black mob violence. Hopefully Carla will be the only victim of their mob wrath.