Chapter 1. The End is the Beginning

                                           Monday,July 10th,1967 

Debby Baker began taking her first steps of freedom, walking away from the cabin where
she had been held captive for the last three days. With a tear running down her cheek, she watched as the white, 4 door, 1967 Fleetwood Cadillac that contained her black militant captors began driving out of the driveway and down the road. 

 Her looks were a mess and she ached from head to toe. Her long, golden blond hair was completely disheveled. Her white, floral patterned mini dress had been ripped at the right shoulder and torn down the middle, so it barely held together enough to keep her breasts covered. She had no panties on underneath, those having literally been ripped off of her to keep them from being an obstacle during the last violation of her body. Her wrists hurt and showed the marks from where she had been tied with rope to a bed in the cabin most of the day. And Debby's right foot still stung from having a cigarette put out on it just an hour or so ago.

Worst of all, Debby's bottom was unbelievably sore and disgustingly sticky from the sodomizing the gang member called Stitch had given her a few minutes ago, just before he died trying to save her life from Jody, the gang leader's crazy, knife wielding, black girlfriend.
 

Looking up at the clear, late afternoon sky, the events of the last three days began to flash through Debby's mind... 

It was hard to believe, she reflected, that it had only been two ago days when she had been kidnapped. Chased down and grabbed while walking down the street from her house by Stitch and the gang's leader, Duke. Her mother had warned her not to walk alone at night, but it was the sight of seeing her mother having sex with her fiancé's dad and another man that had prompted her to rush out of her home in the first place. Debby had no idea how vulnerable she must have looked walking down the road that night. That is until she heard the sound of a car driving close to her and a man's voice say "Ride Baby." Those two little words had sent a near paralyzing chill down Debby's spine. 

As the catcalls from the vehicle became more aggressive, she had ran and tried to escape into the night, making it to a nearby yard and managing to yell for help and get the attention of a neighbor. But he had only stood at his door and looked on with indifference while she was wrestled into submission on the ground and picked up by her hands and feet and carried away.

 In those moments that a horrified Debby found herself overpowered and felt her freedom slipping away, she had looked right at him before he turned off his porch light. A moment that forever etched his 50 something jar-headed face, and his address number of "393" into her mind. 

 From there, Debby had been thrown into the back seat of their car and driven toward a secluded cabin. Before arriving she had suffered having her virginity forcibly taken from her by Duke, and thereafter forced to give oral sex to another gang member called Shorty, another unfortunate sexual first. "Suck that black dick you honky bitch," proved a humiliating refrain she would be called to comply with repeatedly throughout her ordeal, his ejaculate ultimately providing Debby a bitter taste of what was yet to come...

 At the cabin she had been repeatedly raped, sodomized, beaten, and made to cook and clean and wait on the men. This while they plotted a terrorist act designed to trigger a race war in support of a Black Separationist's movement. That first night she found herself being claimed by the gang leader as his property. Then later had to endure the degradation of watching Duke gamble away the use of her body that night to the other members during a poker game. 

 She had been treated terribly and felt relieved to be freed, and indeed alive. Yet paradoxically felt sad at the sight of their car driving away, especially when Duke turned his head back to look at her a final time. A part of her was inexplicably wishing to be in the car with them. 

Debby asked herself, why? 

 She knew why. It was Duke. Despite the circumstances that had brought them together, something totally unexpected had transpired between them last night. He had taken her back to his bedroom, leading her by her arm and tossing her onto his bed to force himself on her again. But his manner of taking possession of her had been so different from their first time though, the second time he had been gentle. 

 He had undressed her carefully, and spent a long time caressing here body, paying particular attention to her breasts, causing her nipples to involuntarily harden. 

As she had laid there passively so as to prepare herself mentally to accept the inevitable, she was shocked when he laid on top of her and actually began kissing her lips in a way that could only be described as tender. He had softly kissed her motionless lips, delicately prying them open to accept his tongue into her mouth.

  

  Unexpectedly, that treatment had brought her own motionless lips into motion, returning his soft kisses with her own soft kisses, had even brought her hands around his back to press him closer to her. Soon she had found herself kissing him with more vigor, intertwining her tongue with his own. Debby reflected on how her senses had felt so overwhelmed in that moment. The moment when she realized Duke's non-consensual use of her had became something else... 

"Consensual"

In that unexpected moment Debby had found herself plunging into the depths of a erotic euphoria for the first time. She would never forget the sense of accomplishment she felt when she had gotten his cock hard in her mouth, and how quickly she'd earned and swallowed the warm, gooey, and sticky sweet fluids springing from it; followed by the unbelievable tricks he could do with his tongue which had made her juice; and the uncontrollable wetness and orgasms she experienced when he was inside her.

 It had felt incredible, better to her than she ever could have imagined. So much so that when he had reached his final orgasm and spewed his seed onto her tummy, she had actually began rubbing it into her skin as they cuddled afterwards; as if instinctively trying to help him mark her as his territory.
 

 The real cream filling of the evening for Debby though had came in their pillow talk afterwards. While few words were actually said, Debby had loved the way Duke held her in a manner that felt both gentle and possessive. Looking up into Duke's eyes she had seen and felt his compassion. Debby believed she could sense he regretted how they had came to meet, while still seeming very happy over having her in his bed. Debby had wondered if he was wondering the same thing she was thinking? Namely, 'has fate brought us together for a reason?' Gazing into Duke's eyes, Debby had discerned Duke felt a heavy burden on his shoulders, was perhaps even questioning his upcoming mission. She found herself hoping that was the case. Certainly when she had snuggled into him and asked him to help her understand the need for a Race war, his answer had been evasive and he ultimately deferred, assuring her he would educate her on that in a proper time. Second thoughts? Maybe. Hopefully. Debby had found herself hoping fate had brought her to him to help prevent a tragedy.

Soon after, sleep had gradually cast itself over both of them, with Debby laying her head on Duke's chest and running her left hand over his torso, admiring the color contrast and the feel of her delicate, ivory hand rubbing against his sinewy, ebony frame. 

 Still, she had tried to escape the next morning, or at least got dressed while Duke slept and put on her shoes to give herself the option. Debby was petrified at the thought that the other members of Duke's gang would want to kill her since she now knew all about their plans. Would Duke be able be able to protect her from the others? 

Debby's only certainty in that moment she clandestinely left Duke's bedroom was in her having conflicting emotions. A practical instinct for self- preservation, which was at war with the emotions she felt looking at Duke while he lay sleeping. Looking at him, she had discerned a consciousness of guilt from contemplating action she knew would be seen by Duke as betrayal.

Despite all the terrible things he had done and allowed done to her, Debby had felt full of remorse for the hurt she suspected Duke would feel from any attempted escape.

She had been caught of course. And after Shorty had forcibly tied her back to the bed and she had time to think about her action, Debby conceded to herself the effort had been half-hearted at best. In the aftermath of having her possible escape attempt thwarted, she had loved how Duke acted so protective of her. How Duke instructed the others that she was not to be hurt and that he would deal with her when he got back. Only after he had made his commands clear had he order Shorty to tie her up.

Later that morning, Debby had found herself so touched and relieved when Duke came in to check on her prior to leaving.  He had explained how he had re-asserted to the others his demand that she not be touched and calmly assured her she would be okay. 

Laying there helplessly and alone, Debby had felt forced to admit to herself that she was emotionally bonding with Duke.

 The moment the door shut behind him, Debby had realized she was more worried about his safety than her own. Thoughts of guilt or concern as to how these emotions would impact her relationship with her fiancé Bill had been like small, isolated beach pebbles; quickly washed away in the undertow of the emotional waves Duke had sent rolling through her mind.

As soon as he'd left, worry had begun to set in that Duke was leaving for the mission he had discussed, on some accelerated timeline he had not shared with her. Debby had contemplated on how such a mission might be one from which Duke might not be able to come back, which triggered concerns for her own safety. Debby certainly did not trust anyone else in Duke's known circle, especially, Shorty, Jody, and that scary looking, criminal underground contact she'd met the day before. Debby felt certain that the "Man" who had proposed the plan yesterday did not have the best interest of Duke or his people at heart. Then another disturbing thought had suddenly caused her to scream inside her mind...

'Oh crap!'  Debby had just counted the days from which she began taking birth control pills in preparation of marriage. According to what Dr. Danielson had said, she wouldn't be safe from getting pregnant until tommorow or possibly  even Tuesday. 'That would be my luck, I somehow get out of this and I come home with a permanent souvenir from Duke...or...God help me, please no...Shorty!

Finally, resigned to being helpless to do anything about being in bondage, her fertility, and all her other anxieties, Debby had simply laid there and began praying for Duke's safety, and looked forward to his coming back to the cabin. 

She had known when Duke hopefully returned he would have to punish her to maintain his authority in his gang, but had taken solace from feeling he would do so in a way that was fair and offered her a chance at redemption. Looking at her tied wrists, Debby had felt comforted by recalling how Duke had claimed her as "his woman," and believed this status would keep her safe from the others. Even in her moment of despair when Shorty was roughly tying her up, she had felt a strange sense of security, a surreal moment in which she genuinely felt Duke had somehow shrouded her in his protection. Debby's sense of being enveloped in Duke's invisible shroud of protection had even managed to help her sleep for awhile. 

Only when Jody and Stitch came down to abuse her did Debby begin to fear Duke's protective shroud was going to be torn to shreds.

 Nevertheless, in the end Duke's shroud had held together and he did keep her safe. He had saved Debby's life by shooting Jody, just before she tore into her with a knife. 

  

Then had came the most unexplainable event of all, Duke's releasing her from captivity. As Duke's car began fading from her sight, the profoundness of what had just happened settled in, bringing fondness to Debby's heart and more moisture to her eyes. In that terrifying moment, Duke had chosen her life over his own girlfriend. Her, the honky bitch.

Now she was free, but to do what? Free to go home and return to her mother and Bill, neither of whom she wanted to see again. Sure, Bill had done nothing wrong but she could never marry into his family now. After all, hadn't Mother's first words of advice to her on dating been, "Fruit doesn't fall far from a tree."

All these thoughts  were rushing through Debby's mind until they culminated with an epiphany. The epiphany that in Duke she now saw a life worth saving. Even if she didn't know how, she knew she had to try.

So, Debby decided to do something completely unthinkable... 

She ran.

Debby sprinted after her former captors who were driving away. Running as fast as she could with just a little late summer afternoon breeze to assist her. Not satisfied she was running as fast as she wanted, Debby paused to take off her white, thick heeled shoes, determined that they wouldn't fail her like they did when she had been fleeing from Duke two days before. Running now even faster, she was oblivious to the pain that came from her feet pounding the road, the aggravating impact on the burn mark on her right foot, and the sharp, small bits of gravel that occasionally pricked her feet as she pressed forward. She waved her hands high in the air, trying to get the car to stop before it became lost to her sight.

To her delight the car stopped. She saw it begin to back up towards her, which gave her the illusion she was running even faster. Debby saw Duke get out of the back seat and as he began briskly walking towards her, it bringing  a big smile to her face.

"What are you doing you crazy white girl?" Duke said, as Debby ran into his chest and gave him a hug.  

"Take me with you Duke! Please, there is nothing for me back home. Nothing I want to go back to at all. I want to be with you!" Debby exclaimed in a hysteric tone, looking up at Duke with a desperate, pleading smile, as more tears began swelling in her eyes.

"Do you even know what I am about to get myself into? That's crazy! You need to go home."

"I don't care, I just want to be with you. I need to be with you. Don't ask me how, or why, I just know! Please take me with you, Pleeaaassee."  Debby begged, genuflecting to him while he held her arms as she began crying in the emotion of the moment. 

"If I take you with me you'll be my woman until I tell you you're no longer my woman. It will  
be just like it was before. I think you better take your freedom while you still got the chance." 

"I'd rather lose it and be with you." Debby affirmed solemnly, looking Duke directly in the eyes and wiping tears from her face. Duke's eyes bulged in shock over what Debby had just said, which left him momentarily speechless. Duke looked deeply into Debby's eyes and pondered his next decision, his own emotions conflicted. Finally, he smiled and gave Debby her answer...

"All right then. They're gonna kill me for this. C'mon you crazy white girl. Get in the car." Duke ordered, grabbing her forcibly by the right arm from which she was holding her shoes. "Don't ever say I never gave you no choice."  

From there Duke swiftly escorted Debby to the back seat of the car and opened the door, then unceremoniously threw her into the back seat, causing her dress to flip up and put her bare bottom on full display. She winced as she heard Shorty and the other gang member, Coke, give Duke a chorus of negativity.

  "Oh...No man, what are you doing?" asked Coke.

"You can't take that honky with us, not where we're headed!" shouted Shorty.

"Throw her ass back out!" said Coke.

"Oh no. That bitch goes or I go!" warned Shorty.

 "Shut your mouths up and drive!" yelled Duke, muzzling them both as he shut the door.

  

Debby felt Duke slide in next to her in the long, bench style back seat and placed her feet on his lap. She kept her face pressed into the seat to avoid having to look at Shorty and Coke. As the car went into gear she felt Duke pull her skirt back down to cover her. Then he took her ankles and wrapped the right one over her left one, somehow holding both of them firmly together in one hand. As if to emphasize to Debby that she had just made a decision from which she could never walk away...

For the second time in less ten minutes, Debby Baker found herself in captivity.