Chapter 3
A full week went by in which the boy laid low until the smoke of the bombing had finally blown away. If anyone did suspect their particular group, none approached him. "Black Daddy" was feeling great about the whole thing.
Not only had he succeeded in ridding himself of the guilt over the young white girl, but he had bombed a middle-class neighborhood and gotten away with it, although they had made page one in all of the newspapers.
"Investigation Planned," the headlines had said, but that was the usual tripe printed following an incident. Nothing much ever happened. Civic organizations talked about arming themselves. Mothers warned their daughters not to go out alone at night. In general, life went on pretty much as before.
By Friday night, "Black Daddy" was feeling bored and he was sure that his men must have been feeling even more so. It was time to plan a caper.
Their own low-class neighborhood was surrounded by middle and upper class ones. One section in particular had fascinated him for some time. It was mainly Italian and Spanish, clustered here and there with several Catholic churches and parochial schools.
There was something about all those sheltered children and pious children that was just screaming to be defamed as far as he was concerned. It was time they learned to stop living in the past and realize that today's world was full of violence and hard living.
Now that he had really thought about it, that neighborhood was a perfect choice. They rode around the section that night and selected a school which seemed to have a high percentage of girls.
Parking the car across the street at lunch, they watched the students running out in their uniforms. "Black Daddy" and Jocko kept themselves busy, watching the girls file past and looking for a choice specimen. Nothing seemed to appeal to them until they saw a pretty, little thing, apparently quite shy from the way she hung behind the crowd.
She had straight, black hair, shining all the way down to her waist and bright green eyes. Her skin was pale white. But even the modest school uniform did not hide the fact that even at what they guessed to be age fourteen or so. She already had the makings of a dynamite figure. The blouse of her jumper was pushed out in front by a pair of boobs that were huge.
When she sensed that she was being watched, she clutched to her books in an effort to hide her breasts. No doubt, such a young girl, from an obviously pious background had been taught to be ashamed of her lush body. From that modest gesture alone, "Black Daddy" decided that this girl was the perfect target.
The boys talked it over and decided to come back at three, whereby the least offensive-looking of them would walk up behind her and deliver a cryptic message which she would not be able" to fail to respond to.
There were only four of them in the car, with the rest of the gang waiting at an abandoned house. It had been too rough getting rid of the girl the last time and they decided to stash her in her own neighborhood, then leave her behind when they were through with her.
All four had a hard time sitting still in the car until it was time to spring into action. There had been very little sex available in the crowd that week, as their own women had been in hiding ever since two of them were busted with a couple of Johns they rolled.
The entire crowd, male and female, were just spoiling for some action to break the monotony. "Black Daddy" knew how explosive this situation was and to prevent them from doing something on impulse which might lead them to prison, he had taken the situation in hand and decided on stealing the girl.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, they spotted the girl walking out of the building. She was hanging behind, as before,. Georgie walked up behind her with a scrap of paper.
"Excuse me. I wonder if you would be able to help. My friend there in the car is hurt and we're not familiar with this neighborhood. Could you direct us to the nearest hospital?"
An immediate look of concern came over her face. She was far too innocent to be suspicious of the boy's words. A close look at her showed that she was apparently Italian and foreign-born, judging from her accent.
"Yes. You just go down the street and-"
"Please, if you don't mind. I don't drive and I'm afraid I wouldn't get the directions right. Would you mind telling them to the driver?"
Timidly, but more out of shyness, the girl followed him to the door of the car and leaned over. In a flash, hands were on her and she was thrown into the back seat. Georgie hopped in behind her and threw her to the floor where they all pinned her down with their feet.
She had not made a sound. Unknown to them, in her Tear, the only thing she could think of doing was saying her prayers, and even this she was afraid to do out loud.
Meanwhile, back at the old house, which was set up on a hill away from the rest of the neighborhood, the gang was getting everything ready for their arrival. The study had been selected as the best room for their party.
There were double doors which could be locked from both the inside and outside, which was perfect for their sense of security. Guards would be posted in and out of the room, not only to keep intruders out, but to keep their little victim in.
What had once been the only window in the room was still curtained, but for some reason had been bricked off. So the only way out of the room would be to pass the double set of guards. And nobody ever got past them!
"Black Daddy" came into the room ahead of his men, who were still struggling to carry the girl into the house. As they carried her out of the car to the place where she was being taken, she had started to put up a fight. They were glad, as they had thought merely raping her would be dull. She had not seemed to have much life to her, and they had begun to think they could have made a better choice.
But now she was showing spirit, and they congratulated their leader on his selection. Their leader, meanwhile, was struggling with a fast-beating heart. In the big house, with all his men to do his bidding, and a frightened young girl just waiting to be mauled by him, he had a feeling of great power.
Still, he tried to look cool in front of his men. This past week he had decided to run his group like a mercenary force. And he was to be a Castro-like military leader. He had to appear cool, level-headed and on top of every detail. Above all, he had to be super-masculine in order to keep the respect of his men.
Composing his features, he sat down to wait for the delivery of the girl. A scant two minutes passed before there was a heavy knock on the door in their special code. "Open."
Jocko escorted the girl inside and pointed to her.
"She said that her name is Theresa."
The girl, blushing, tried to find a corner of the room to hide in, but she was pushed into the center, facing the black leader. Assured that she was too frightened to bolt and run, Jocko then quickly left the room. Each of the men had a part to play and they were doing so to the letter.
"Black Daddy" had said nothing or made any move that would give away his elated feelings. The truth was that he was very caught up with the girls stunning Italian beauty. His heated eyes devoured her every feature.
Theresa, meanwhile, was obviously frightened of the black face that was staring at her so hotly. Her face was absolutely scarlet with shame and she hung her head low.
The black leader continued to look at her, and decided that she was quite a beauty. Even though she was still an adolescent, her skin was unmarked. She was taller than most girls, and slender in silhouette. Her body told him that she must have come from good Italian stock and seemed to be the picture of robust health. Even the curve of her hips was a graceful one. The breasts themselves were a knock-out, and if they looked this good under the uniform, "Big Daddy" couldn't wait to see how they looked once they were bare. All the time he was looking at her with cool arrogance, his cock was throbbing at the thought of having stolen such a beauty, who was still as innocent as the day she was born.
However, all she could see was the mask of arrogant power. Theresa was not able to handle the insistent stare. She hung her head even lower and wrung her hands in front of her. She was aching to cry out for them to let her go, but she was much too shy to say a word.
Neither did "Black Daddy" say anything. The silence made her feel even more nervous. He waited until she was fidgeting with her feet as well as her hands before he said anything.
"Come closer to me."
She didn't move and the leader at first was not sure that she had heard him. Perhaps he was carrying the coolness a little too far. This time he spoke with more force.
"I said come closer."
The girl took two tiny steps, her head still hung down. Then she froze to the spot on which she landed.
"You're still a mile away. Get over here."
Again the girl forced herself to take a few steps.
"What did they say your name was?"
"Theresa, signor."
"Signor. I like that. How old are you?"
"Fourteen. Fourteen and a half, signor."
"Now isn't that cute? And a half, no less."
"Ah, the truth is fourteen and three months."
"Very honest of you. Are you a good girl?"
"Of course, signor."
"You say your prayers at night?"
"And also at morning mass."
"That is something. Have you ever let a man touch you?"
"No, never," she said with shocked animation.
"I was just asking. No need to get into a huff."
"I am a good, pious girl, signor."
"Yes, lean tell. You may sit down."
The girl nodded her thanks and sat demurely in the nearest chair, arranging her skirt carefully about her knees. Then she folded her hands daintily in her lap.
The powerful black stud got up from his chair and leaned on the back of hers. He inhaled the sweet smell of her fresh-washed hair. The strain of remaining cool was getting to him. She was much too appealing to stay away from for long.
"You know, a body like yours just begs to be fucked."
As she heard the words, the girl's face went white. She made a feeble attempt to get up from her seat. But before she could manage it the two guards were at her side.
The touch of their hands made her sit back down, made her shudder.
"Where did you think you were going?"
"I'm-I'm not sure. I would like to go home if it's all right with you."
"It isn't. You will be allowed to leave when we're finished with you."
"What will you do with me?"
"Oh, all sorts of fun things. You'll find out soon enough."
Theresa picked up on the ominous tone to the words, and in spite of the presence of the guards, made another attempt to get up. "Black Daddy" put his hand on her shoulder and dug into the tender flesh.
The girl screamed, and with the strength born of sheer terror, managed to escape from his grasp. He signaled with his eyes to the guards to let him handle it. The girl tried to back away from him and began to cry.
"I am very sorry, but I would like to go home right away. Please! I must go home!"
"Black Daddy" saw no reason to answer her. He stood and smiled at her until she calmed down. No move was made towards her.
"Please, signor. I don't know what you are looking for. If you are seeking a girl for your pleasure, I'm afraid you're mistaken."
"I wasn't mistaken. I'm sure you will give me a great deal of pleasure. In fact, I think in a little time you will probably give us all pleasure."
"Please don't talk to me like that. I cannot listen to such talk."
"I think you could use a little lesson in obedience. Don't they teach that sort of thing at your school?"
"They teach humility."
"Humility. Is that what they call it? And what happened for punishment if you were not "humble" enough?"
"We were punished."
"Did they beat you?"
"No. One of our privileges would be taken away."
"Is that what they call punishment? Are you trying to tell me that they never spanked you?"
"No, signor. The sisters are kind to us."
"Seems to me they went much too easy on you. Maybe that's why you are so disrespectful to me. Don't you know who I am?"
"No, I do not, signor."
"I am a man! A cock-carrying, hard-fighting man. And that means that you must obey. I hope you understand me."
Theresa could find no answer for his words. She was too shocked to think of any. "Black Daddy" meanwhile, became very thoughtful. His plans had taken him as far as they went. He had not worked them out much further than getting her to the house and probably fucking her.
But something about such a beautiful girl being so damned prudish and polite was starting to irritate him. It was beginning to bring out a sadistic urge in him. An urge to take out all the frustrations and angers of his life on this one, innocent, young and beautiful.
He decided to lead his prey along a very tricky path. But first, he would have to gain her confidence.
"You really don't have to worry. Nothing terrible is going to happen to you. We were just having a little innocent fun."
"Do you mean it? Oh, thank you. I am so grateful. Now, if I might be allowed to leave."
"Of course. In just a little while."
"Black Daddy" had to turn his head away just then. He knew that the sneer on his face would be sure to give his true intentions away. Instead, he snapped a finger and was instantly brought a cigarette and matches. Theresa was very impressed by the quick attention.
He began to smoke and look around as if he had momentarily forgotten about her. After a few minutes, in which he was sure she was becoming exceedingly tense, the black leader motioned for her to come in front of the desk behind which he was sitting.
The two guards came up right behind her and when she felt their close presence, she walked forward of her own will. She continued to wring her hands and fixed her gaze on a worn spot in the rug.
"You said that you were grateful to me. How would you like a chance to prove it?"
"How?"
"All you have to do is follow a few simple instructions."
"Yes, signor. I will."
"That's very good. Now kneel down in front of me."
"Kneel signor? I don't understand."
That remark is a sign of disobedience. I may just have to change my mind about letting you go unharmed."
"Can I not know the reason for this kneeling?"
"No you cannot. Do you wish me to change my mind about you?"
"No, signor. I will do as you request."
Modestly she dropped to her knees on the carpet, and carefully arranged the pleats of her skirt around her. Then she looked up at him with shyly questioning eyes.
"Black Daddy" looked down at her for a long time, relishing the pretty looks and the innocence in her eyes. When she caught the meaning of his stare, she lowered her own eyes, and turned her head to the side. By doing this, her chest was left uncovered, and his stare dropped to this area, where he feasted on the ample expanse of her bosom.
He took a long drag on his cigarette, then stooped and exhaled the smoke right into her face. Her head went back and she began to cough. Her eyes were filled with tears, but the black leader was unmoved by them.
"Easy to see that you don't smoke. You'll get used to it."
Again, he went silent for an agonizing minute, wanting the girl to suffer some more. Then he had an inspiration. "Drop the front of your jumper, and open your blouse. I want to have a look at those tits of yours."
"But you can't mean that. You said you wouldn't harm me."
"What harm can there be in having a little look?"
"But I would be ashamed to death. A woman should show her body only to her husband."
"And what about her doctor? Is she permitted to show them to her doctor?"
"Yes, signor. But...."
"So I'm not really a doctor. Don't you have any imagination?"
"Yes, signor."
"Then pretend that I am your doctor and start undressing."
"But I cannot."
Theresa was gripped with an awful fear. She looked all around the room, as if she could find some answer there. But everything she saw only frightened her more. The two guards were having quite a good time watching the show their leader was putting on for them. Further into the room was some sort of a low bench, which held the clay corpses of long-dead plants, and a very large, velvet sofa, with dusty cushions tossed about on it.
No, there was no refuge in that room. "Black Daddy" grabbed her arm, holding her so tightly that he was raising a nice black-and-blue mark on her flesh.
"Please, signor. You are hurting me."
"I can see that. Will you do as you are told, or will I have to use force?"
"Will you please let me go? I would rather die than show my body to you. It is a sin. I cannot commit such a sin!"
"Last chance. Are you going to show me those tits, or aren't you?"
"Owww! Please, signor. You are hurting me very much. I cannot do such a thing, and it is useless for you to ask me again."
"You think showing your tits is bad. That's not all you're going to show me. I am going to see your ass, and your cunt. You are going to be completely naked, and I am going to see every inch of that sainted body of yours."
The sound of his own words rang in his ears, and his passions began to rise some more. He held the girl tightly by the arm, and prevented her from moving in any direction. She tried very hard to get loose, twisting her body all around, which annoyed the black stud.
So he stood up, with his legs spread apart, and then bent her forward and under his body. With a savage twist, he pulled her wrists across her back, and motioned for one of the guards, who brought out a length of rope and tied her hands together.
"Pull up her skirt and slip. Tuck them into her belt in back. Let's make this thing a little easier for us."
The boy did this, leaving the girl with only her panties to cover her bare behind. As soon as "Black Daddy" got a glimpse of the modest underwear, he became very excited. He was starting to be happy that she was putting up a struggle. The other girl had made it much too easy for them. But this one was giving him quite a kick.
"So you don't think you should obey me.
Looks like they left a lot of important things out of your training at that school. Nothing to worry about, though. Ill be happy to take care of it. A little discipline will be just the thing to get you started on the right track. That's what I was always told. And I learned the lesson very painfully. But seeing as you are a delicate girl, I'll make it a little easy on you this first time. This time I'll let you keep your panties on. If you learn your lesson well, that will be the end of it. If you don't, you get it on your bare skin the next time. Do you know what I am talking about?"
"Are you planning to beat me, signor?"
"Beat you? Heavens, no! I am just going to spank you a little. Just a little should go a long way, I hope."
"Please don't hit me, signor. Please don't."
"Then will you do as you are told."
"But I cannot do that, either."
Actually, Theresa was terrified that anyone, especially a strange black man, would have access to her naked body. It would be a very sinful thing for her to do. But if she did not give him the show he wanted, she would be punished.
All this was very confusing for her. She didn't understand how behaving in the manner she had been trained all her life should lead to punishment. Bewildered, she looked up at him for understanding, but received instead, the first smacks on her bent bottom.
"Ow! Ow! Oh no, no more!"
"Black Daddy" leaned over the tense little ass. The fabric of her panties were stretched taut over the outstretched cheeks. It was much too tempting not to continue. He began to spank her in earnest now, using the flat of his hands squarely on the tortured cheeks.
The girl began throwing herself around, fighting to get her ass out of his reach, his hands twisted and jerked as she made an unsuccessful attempt to free her bound hands. She continued to plead with the black aggressor to stop spanking her, but he ignored her cries, and worked out a system of smacking first one cheek and then the other.
Theresa could not stop herself from shaking. Her movements of pain turned to movements of sexuality as he viewed it from behind. The guards had moved in a little closer so they could watch the action, and now the girl was beginning to feel truly harassed.
"You have no right to do this to me! I am a good girl, and have followed my morals. I should not be punished for it."
"Does it hurt a lot?"
"Yes, it does."
"Good! Now are you ready to show me your tits?"
"I will never be ready for that!"
"In that case, the spanking will continue. Boy, come over here and pull down her panties."
"Oh, no. Not that!
"Boys?"
"Please, signor. I beg of you..."
The boys were already putting their hands on her, tugging at the elastic and pulling the underwear down over her thighs. Even though she clenched her knees together to keep them from being taken down, the two boys had very little trouble dragging them as far as her ankles, leaving the reddened skin of her well-spanked ass bare to their leader's view.
"Black Daddy's eyes were popping out of his head. The skin of her ass was even paler than her face, but he was pleased to see the rosy spots where his hand had landed time and again. The sight was true inspiration to him, and he was anxious to see even more red in the cheeks as soon as possible.
The girl, meanwhile was frantically trying to free her hands. The tight bonds were cutting off her circulation, but her rubbing movements were burning the cords against her skin. Theresa could not make up her mind which of the two pains were worse.
It would not have mattered, even if she had been able to free herself, as "Black Daddy" was holding her down with all his force. Every single movement made the cheeks of her ass jiggle, to the great delight of her captors.
All her activity, spurred her self-declared discipline on to even greater efforts, and he began to spank even harder on her bare skin, thrilling to the feel of the smooth skin, under his palm.
"Please, please have pity. You must let me cover myself. Those other men are bound to see. Don't hurt me anymore, I beg you."
"You should keep up the crying and screaming. It helps me to concentrate on my spanking technique."
Seeing that the skin was getting very red and tender where he had spanked her repeatedly. "Black Daddy" decided to move on to a new area of attack, this time the lower portion of her ass, which also included the backs of her thighs.
He was also hoping to get a few smacks into where her cunt ended back there, but he was too tall, and already to bent over to get any closer without falling down over her body. So he contented himself with working on the rest of her ass.
"Have you had enough, or would you like me to raise real welts on that pretty white skin, before you give in."
"I will never submit!"
"When I get finished with you, you won't be able to sit down for a month. What will your precious nuns think of that?"
"Please, signor!!!"
"Are you ready now?"
"No. no, no," I can never do such a thing!"
"I guess maybe I was going a little too easy on you."
"Would you like some help, Blackie?"
"No help from you, but you can bring me a stick from somewhere."
He sat down in a chair and rested himself while the boys were searching around for a stick to suit his needs. "Black Daddy" was glad for the breather, anyway, as his hand was stinging from the force of his own blows.
The boys brought back a length of broom handle which they had broken off, and offered the wood for his inspection. He nodded his approval, and took the staff in his eager hand. Instantly, he let it go against her ass with all his force.
"Ohhh, ohh my Goodness!"
She screamed like a mortally wounded cat, and threw her body out of his reach. The frantic movement tore her panties right in half, and she pulled her legs even more tightly together when she heard the sound, knowing very well that her vagina was now uncovered.
Even this way, she was not able to get away from him, although it did take a little more effort to keep himself a clear target. Again he picked up the staff and hit her ass fully across the width of it. She screamed again and cried, pleading with him to stop beating her.
"I'm getting a little tired of this nonsense. If you don't come around to my way now, I'm going to take the end of this thing and shove it somewhere. Do you know where that is?"
He put his hand down between the cheeks of her ass, and found her tightly puckered rectum, pressing his finger in just enough for her to feel the pressure.
"You understand, don't you?"
Of course, there was no escaping his meaning. Theresa knew that having the pole shoved into her rectum would be a million times worse than showing the boys her breasts. If she had to uncover her body in order to keep herself from an unspeakable torture, then the saints would surely forgive her.
"Do not hit me again, signor. I will do as you ask."
"You'll show me your tits."
"Yes, yes I will."
As soon as he heard the words of her humble resignation, "Black Daddy" let go of her, put the stick down, and sat down himself, waiting for the little performance. He was breathing hard from the exertion, and now the excitement was making it even worse.
Although she could now get up if she wished to, the trembling girl stayed down on her knees, and sobbed her heart out while her long hair covered her humiliated face from the leering boys. She was a very pitiful sight.
"Untie her. Let's see what happens."
As soon as the bonds were removed, the girl began to rub her raw wrists, but she made no attempt to get up, as she was too ashamed to be standing in her disarrayed condition.
"Black Daddy" was in no hurry, so he felt he could afford to be generous and give her a second or two to compose herself. Theresa took good advantage of the time, searching for the words that might convince her tormentor to let her go.
"There's no reason to go on with this, is there?"
"Are you kidding? I just got started."
"But why are you asking this of me? You must have seen the breasts of women before."
"But I haven't seen yours, and you have quite a pair."
"Why did you beat me so. Are you a monster?"
"You were asking for it. If you had done what I wanted a long time ago, you could have spared yourself all that grief."
"What will you do with me after I show my breasts? Will that be the end of it?"
"The end? Oh, no. That will just be the beginning. I told you that I was going to see every inch of you. Don't you remember?"
"Yes, signor. I remember. Please have pity on me. Can't you find a girl of, of freer feelings who would be happy to show herself."
"That I can have anytime. There's no challenge in it."
"I am going to leave now. You will not hold me."
The poor girl tried to muster all her dignity, but she was a funny sight as she attempted to walk out of the room with her head held high, and her panties, torn in half and dragging around both of her ankles. The trio allowed her to get all the way to the door, knowing that it was now locked from the outside. She fought with the knob, then banged her little fists against it, the very essence of utter futility.
"Black Daddy" was laughing so hard that he had to hold his belly. The girl was now beyond fear, beyond humiliation, and approaching raging anger.
"As soon as I get out of here I will go straight to the police. I will tell them all about you and they will lock you up for many years. I will be very happy then. I will have my revenge."
Those were the worst possible words she could have spoken to "Black Daddy" or either of his men. Just the mention of the word "police" and he flew into a wild rage. He darted his hand out grab her so he could wring her neck, but she was able to dodge him, almost in time. Just as her body turned past him, he was able to get his hand on her jumper, which tore away, along with a good portion of her white blouse.
But Theresa did not turn back to see what had happened. She had spotted the curtain, and thinking that it led to a window, made a mad dash for it. Flinging the curtain aside, she already had one leg up before she noticed that it was nothing but a brick wall. She fell to the floor, facing the brick, and began to sob again.
This time, she had no doubts that she would remain their prisoner until they decided to let her go. There was no place else for her to run. She covered her shamed face with her hands and sat there sobbing. "Black Daddy" walked over to her, and leaned down in a comforting manner. "You don't have to cry like that. Just face facts. There's no way to escape so you might as well cooperate with us."
"Will you hurt me again?"
"That all depends on you."
Quietly, she allowed the big black stud to lead her back to the center of the room. Her spirit had finally been broken and she no longer fought to defend herself.
"Black Daddy" coaxed her into her submissive position once more, and she didn't bat an eyelash as she got down on her knees.