Thursday, April 2, 2020

Chapter 6. Debby buries the past.




Duke entered the room just as Debby was about to lick the envelope and apply the stamp to Bill's letter. 

"What are you doing girl?" 

"Explaining my disappearance to Bill and my Mom so as to not arouse suspicion. Oh I'm sorry Duke. I should have showed you the letters first, here is the one to Bill."


"You should have." Duke gently scolded. "Let me see them both."


 "Yes Sir."


  Debby handed over the letters and said,

"The one to Billy I'm just trying to buy myself time, which you'll understand why when you read the letter to my mom." 


Duke read Billy's letter first and then the one to Debby's mom.

"Oh my gaw'd. Wow....that must've been awful. Guessing that's why you were out walking alone the other night?"

Debby nodded her head somberly.

" Debby." Duke said softly as he gently caressed her face. "Rule Number one. Don't do anything that could impact my operations without getting my approval first. You did at least catch yourself before any harm could be done, that pleases me."

Yes Sir, I'm sorry." 

"It's ok. You actually made a pretty good plan." Duke ran his fingers through her hair and leaned down and kissed Debby on the lips, then spoke softly in her ear. 

"Remember you can call me Duke when the others aren't around, unless I'm having to punish you for something." Duke followed by kissing Debby on the check. His soothing touches and words brought Debby's heart to flutter and a smile on her face, she nodded and looked up at him.


"I suppose now I understand why you said you didn't have anything you wanted to come back to."


Debby nodded her head, "Yes. My dad's gone. My mom is sleeping with the father of the man I was supposed to marry. Now I don't want anything to do with either of them. I'm an only child, and while I do have some friends at school I'm not real close with any of them. That's about all I have now with Dad gone. I don't even feel like I have a family anymore, at least one I want to be a part of."


"Looks like your stuck with me then baby." Duke said fondly and he leaned into Debby, bringing his lips to her's for a prolonged and very passionate kiss.


"I actually got the boys doing the dishes for you so you can finish up and we can get going. Let's get your bags. Also do you have a car?"

"Yes in the garage, it's mine."

"Good  We may need another set of wheels. I'll drive it and you ride with me.  We're going back to the cabin and I'm going to have you help me clean up the blood in the bedroom while we get the bodies ready for burial. Afterward the boys are going to go get Jody's car out of her garage and park it in an area of Detroit known for drugs. Hopefully that'll will throw off the cops. Like they''ll spend anytime looking for a couple of missing black people anyways."

 The two of them grabbed some of the hardware supplies along with Debby's luggage and put it in the back of her car, a red 1967 Volkswagen convertible Beetle VW bug. It was very uncomfortable for Duke to drive due to his height. On the drive back to the cabin, Debby realized she was about to become an accessory to a crime and began feeling nervous. She actually suggested to Duke to consider going to the police since what happened had been self defense, and that she would support him completely, and come up with a good reason for being at the cabin. 

However, Duke actually got angry over the suggestion and went off on how cops were an instrument of white supremacy and would never believe him, or her given she would be considered a "nigger lover" just for being with them. "You might as well just ask me to go to Jail tonight!" Duke had said accusingly. Then he spoke about how he saw the white man's criminal justice system first hand in Vietnam while serving as a military policeman. He told how he was one of only a few black MPs and the inmate population was overwhelmingly black soldiers, who were put in jail for crimes white soldiers were allowed to get away with. Feeling afraid of Duke's temper and wanting to calm Duke down and hopefully end the conversation, Debby apologized and  said she understood. The drive back to the cabin finished in relative silence. Debby had considered to mention what credibility she would have as a judge's daughter, but given Duke's reaction she feared then he might really spook. 'Tonight doesn't seem a good night for him to know the woman he kidnapped is the daughter of a judge.'


Arriving at the cabin, Debby found an apron and gloves to put on, then went into the kitchen and filled a bucket of water to begin cleaning. She next went upstairs toward the bedroom with Duke, who had grabbed the mop. Entering the room, they walked around the bed and saw Stitch and Jody's bodies laying on the floor. The sight of Duke's dead companions was horrific,  as was the noxious smell of death which filled both of their nostrils. The sights and smells in the room were beyond the pale disgusting, making them both feel extremely nauseous.

After sharing a solemn moment of silence, Duke said, "Debby, I'm going to carry Stitch up and then come down and you can help me get Jody. Then you can start mopping up."


"Sure Duke, whatever you need from me. Oh, what do you want me to do with Jody's knife." 


"I don't care, just get rid of it. I never want to see it again. Poor Stitch."


Duke grabbed Stitch and went upstairs, leaving Debby alone with her former nemesis. Daughter of a lawyer, Debby's mind instantly recognized the potential evidentiary value the knife had if the cops found out what happened. So she contemplated a way to preserve the evidence, yet make sure to honor Duke's intent of getting rid of it.


'Oh! I have an idea.' Debby thought to herself amusedly, then walked down the stairs to the kitchen to get a plastic sandwich baggie and returned.


Looking down on her now vanquished  competitor for Duke's affections, the memories of all Jody's torments came flooding back to her. Jody's deadly threats; Jody's holding her at knifepoint as she violated her with her fingers; the painful sodomizing Stitch had given her at Jody's direction; that crazy hate-filled look in Jody's eyes as she stabbed Stitch and then bent down to kill her. Debby reflected on how Stitch's moment of heroism had bought her a few precious seconds of safety, ultimately proving the difference for her between life and death.












Those memories fueling hate, Debby looked down at Jody's dead body and gazed at her with contempt. She then pulled down Jody's pants and underwear to her knees, then carefully closed her switch blade and placed it in the sandwich bag and sealed it. 

Recalling the last conversation they had had, she knelt down and whispered to Jody within mere inches of her now lifeless face. 

"I told you that I didn't mean for things to happen with Duke and I, but they just did. I warned you that Duke said he would kill you if you touched me. You shouldn't have disobeyed Duke. Now look at you, your a dead black bitch and I'm his woman now, yeah me, the honky bitch."  



With that, Debby shoved the plastic baggie containing the knife into Jody's vagina and carefully pulled her panties and pants back up, so she would look just the same as before. 

Then, recalling then how Jody had spit in her face to end their last conversation, Debby returned the favor with her own saliva, spitting in Jody's face. Seeing it trickle down Jody's face, Debby enjoyed a feeling of victory and flashed a facial expression of triumph over her now defeated enemy. Mindful of Duke however, she respectfully changed her expression to one of sadness upon hearing Duke's steps just outside the door.

***
Debby had just finished cleaning the bedroom and was replacing the sheets when Duke came down and announced that Coke and Shorty had returned and were placing the bodies in the car. Duke also said that they were almost ready to go and that the two of them would be going with them. Debby grabbed her high heels which she'd removed previously to clean and went to the downstairs bathroom to quickly freshen up. Looking in the mirror as she washed her hands and used a wet rag to wipe her legs, Debby felt happy that her dress still looked clean thanks to the apron she had found. She looked like someone ready to go on a date, as opposed to someone who'd just cleaned a crime scene. Debby exited the bathroom feeling sexy and anxiously excited about this new and completely unexpected chapter of her life.  Walking downstairs, heels clicking on the steps, Debby felt herself walking with a bit of a strut. For some unfathomable reason, this whole experience for her was beginning to feel like fun.   

Debby met Duke at the door where Duke grabbed her by the arm and escorted her toward the gang's Cadillac. Standing next to car was Shorty, who stepped between them and the vehicle to voice a protest. "Hey Duke, hold on. I don't trust your honky to know where we are burying the bodies. Coke and I want you to blindfold her."

"Shorty's right." Coke added, from his place inside the driver's seat of the vehicle. As the couple looked in his direction they saw him reach out the window with what looked like a black blindfold. 'Wow, that's planning ahead.' Debby thought to herself, growing more and more impressed by the level of planning this gang seemed capable of. 

"It's ok Duke, I understand." Debby chimed in, hoping they all would be pleased by her willing compliance.

"All right, give it here." Duke replied, taking it from Coke. He then walked behind Debby and tied it around her eyes and led her into the car and shut the door behind them. 

Sensing some tension in the car, Debby decided to try and lighten the moment.

"Well, I suppose at least this blindfold matches the color of my dress."

It worked. Debby heard all three of the men give a hearty laugh as Coke started up the car, Shorty laughing most of all. 'Perhaps I'm starting to win him over already.' Debby thought optimistically, smiling as they laughed. Though the blindfold was a reminder that she was not close yet to being trusted and may never be regarded as Jody's equal, Debby figured having brought some levity to this awful situation had at least helped her move the needle a little in those directions.

As the car drove away, Debby snuggled next to Duke, feeling him put his right arm around her and pull her close to him. She couldn't deny that despite the blindfold and two dead bodies in the trunk of a car she was riding in, she felt happy. Debby felt Duke's right hand caressing her bare arm which gave her happy goosebumps. As the car pulled onto the main highway she experienced the sensation of delightful stirrings of butterflies in her tummy when Duke gave her a soft and unexpected kiss on the cheek. 'Wow. Clearly, we are starting to have feelings for each other. This is all so crazy. How did this happen?' Debby questioned to herself.  

Pondering that thought as she snuggled next to Duke and their car drove into the night, the beginnings of those feelings began to grow into greater focus. The first inkling of humanity Debby saw in Duke was when he woke her up yesterday morning and had been Sunday morning when brought her panties for her, those which had been ripped off and left in the Cadillac the night before.


Debby thought she had seen a flicker of regret and compassion for her in Duke's eyes, but wasn't sure. As for the moment Debby had began having any truly positive thoughts about Duke? Debby discerned that had actually been yesterday afternoon when Duke had invited her to join him at the table for his planning session with "the Man." The way Duke had insisted over the Man's objections that she be allowed a place at the table by his side, right in front of Jody no less. That had made her feel like he valued her and had given her comfort. As had Duke's encouragement of her to change sides in advance of what he claimed was to to be the upcoming race war; those actions had actually afforded her a small sense of security about her situation. Yes, that had been the moment when Debby began seeing Duke in the role of being her protector. Sitting next to him then, she had sensed Duke was beginning to feel a desire to be protective of her, which she had welcomed with relief.

Shortly thereafter had been the incident where Duke punished Jody for assaulting her by throwing her out of her chair.


Watching Jody get raped by Stitch at Duke's command as a punishment for attacking her, Debby had learned for the first time how good street justice could feel. That Duke did  that for her had made Debby feel like she was important to him. Standing next to Duke and observing Jody's punishment, Debby recalled how that was the moment they shared their first smile with each other, both finding amusement at Jody's expense. Witnessing Duke put Jody in her place and humiliated in such fashion had filled Debby with glee and left her feeling a little empowered, despite being in a position where she really had no power at all.



 
Those moments had set the table for making Debby susceptible to what happened in the bedroom, her forced physical surrender evolving into joyful surrender.



Debby snuggled her head onto the side of Duke's chest and ran her hand over his chest. 'So strong, So smart, So handsome and charismatic, such a leader and so protective. What woman wouldn't want a man like you? Yes my dear Duke you have claimed me... physically, emotionally, completely. You are always going to have my loyalty, my obedience, and when the time feels right I am going to offer you my love..."   

Debby's reconstruction of the events leading to her and Duke's relationship was suddenly interrupted.

"Uh-Oh." Coke said.

What? Duke asked.

"Car coming up behind us at a high rate of speed  Pull your honky down so they don't see the blindfold!" Coke urged frantically.

Debby felt herself shoved face down into Duke's lap and held there in place by Duke's hand.

"Oh Fuck, Cop lights!!" Shorty exclaimed.

"Be cool." Duke barked.

Debby felt the car pull over to the side of the road and stop. Her eyes began to tear in panic as she struggled to fight the sensation of needing to throw up. 'Oh my God I'm going to go to prison! ' Debby silently shouted in her mind.' No. I've done nothing wrong. I'll tell the cops I've been  kidnapped. How all the men in the car had beaten me. I'll show them my face and my ass. I'll tell them how Duke and Shorty had raped me and Coke had made me suck on his cock.  To be fair I will explain how the two murders had happened, and how they were self defense and had saved my life, so hopefully they won't go to prison forever. The five minutes of freedom I had when Duke had let me go...that never happened! They'll believe me, a judge's daughter over three black guys from Detroit. Perhaps this is for the best...I'll need to make my rescue seem completely believable, thank goodness for this blindfold. Relax Debby, and make sure you have your story down...'



Laying still on Duke's lap, Debby felt reassured by those thoughts and started getting her story straight in her mind. Then she felt the car slowly begin to move.

"Shew, that wouldn't have been good."  Coke said.

"No it wouldn't have." Duke added, sounding relieved.

"Man, I thought we were dead. I wonder where the hell that cop was going in such a hurry?" Shorty asked.

Coke answered, "Who knows, I am just glad we are getting ready to turn off and head down another direction."

While the gang felt relieved, Debby found herself feeling even more sick to her stomach. This man, Duke, the one she had decided to leave her fiancé for, she had just a moment ago committed herself to selling him and his friends down the river. She had even been willing to lie to keep herself from getting in any trouble. Tears began mist in her eyes, filling Debby's blindfold. Debby asked herself, 'Am I even capable of loving anyone other than myself? Do I even know what love is? I leave my fiancé, betray him to run off with Duke, this black man who raped me but is now, somehow, someone I think I am falling in love with. And there I was a second ago ready to betray him and let him go to prison,  and even lie if I felt like I needed to in order to save myself. I had no hesitation to use my status as a white person and judge's daughter unfairly to my advantage. Good grief I am such a horrible person....'

"You all right baby?" Duke asked sweetly, gently caressing the back of her neck.

"Yeah. I'll be ok." Debby replied, nodding her head and stifling her sobs.

'Your actually the one whose not okay my dear Duke. I fear you've claimed and perhaps are falling for a woman who will apparently betray you in a second if necessary to save herself.'  

Debby sat back up, thankful for the blindfold which was hiding her guilt ridden eyes from his view.

 ****
Eventually, after what felt like at least another hour's drive, half of which was spent on what felt like dirt roads, the car finally stopped. When Debby got out of the car she saw they had actually driven into a wooded area that was completely off the path of any discernible road. Shorty and Coke grabbed Jody while Duke grabbed Stitch, both of whose bodies had been wrapped in black tarp and tied down. Duke instructed Debby to grab the three shovels the gang had packed, and together the four of them walked a short distance until they found level, open ground surrounded by trees, which seemed suitable for preparing Stitch and Jody's final resting place.

"Anything I can do to help?" Debby asked.

"Actually baby, just keep your eyes out and be look out for us. Especially looking that way where the road is." Duke responded, pointing in an an easterly direction.

By the light of a waxing crescent moon* and stars, the three men dug holes to bury the dead while Debby stood watch, each alone with their own thoughts.


About 30 minutes into the gang's mission, Shorty broke the silence

"Shew. I'm getting hot, this is hard work. Sure would have  been a lot easier to throw them into Lake Huron like I suggested."

Duke replied, "I couldn't let them become fish food, I wouldn't even do that to Jody. This is actually pretty good ground to dig in, how'd you find this place Coke? You buried bodies out here before?"

"Ha! No. Your real funny Duke. Used to fish up this way growin up."

An hour or so later the burials were finally completed. Upon completion, Duke said a prayer for Jody and Stitch, then gently grabbed Debby by the arm and led the four of them back to the gang's Cadillac. As they approached the car, Debby felt Shorty's presence very close behind her, then heard him clear his throat and say, "Duke, I'm feeling pretty messed up right now and need something to take the edge off. Care if I bust a nut on your honky?"

Debby gulped. Aside from being cold and exhausted, that the request came from Shorty made it not just unwelcome, it sent a chill down Debby's spine. She hoped Duke would simply say "No."

Instead Duke replied, "Debby's got a nice dress on, I'd rather you bust your nut inside my honky instead. Bend over the hood and pull your dress up baby." Debby knew then she was to be given her first lesson on the importance of her new dress code. 

 Duke did add the following caveat, "Be quick about it though, we're all tired. Same goes for you too Coke, if you're planning on getting any."

 Debby did as she was told, bending over the car and bunching her dress up over her waist, presenting herself for Shorty's use. She felt her thong panty being pulled down by Shorty until it remained just around her right ankle. Duke stood off to the side of the car and held her hand. Debby looked up at Duke with an uneasy look and braced herself for what was to come. Shorty then thrust himself inside Debby, causing her to wince in pain from his unwelcome presence.

  However, after only a minute or so of pain from her dryness, Debby felt herself really starting to juice, despite her fear and contempt of Shorty. The first time Shorty had forced himself inside Debby her body had juiced to ease the pain. This time, a horrified Debby recognized, her juices which were now literally flowing over Shorty's cock, were springing at least in part from a growing sensation of pleasure.

Debby knew Duke's presence must have been the reason. The touch of Duke's hand on her's felt reassuring. Seeing his bright smile, looking like a Cheshire cat in the backdrop of the darkness, made her feel good. Good from knowing she was pleasing him. And, the inherent feeling of risk and the taboo nature of being fucked outside by a black man over a hood of a car in the woods, that began feeling downright erotic, even if that black man was Shorty.

A couple minutes into his use, Shorty verbally affirmed Debby's state of wetness to the gang. "Damn your honkey sure juices well Duke, fuck this feels good." Then grabbing Debby firmly by the hair with his right hand he said to her,

"Yeah...You like fucking nigger dick, don't you, you white fuckin whore, that's why you came running after us right?"

Shorty's accusatory tone told Debby their could only be one answer to his question, and his spank of her ass immediately afterward with his left hand pushed Debby passed the point of no return.  To her shame, Debby came all over Shorty's cock saying "Ohhh Yes, I love it, I love it...Oh!!

Coke, who was standing off to the side and paying close attention, said, "Damn! She didn't say she liked nigger cock she said she loved it! Hurry the fuck up a Shorty why am I always having to go last?" The gang laughed in unison. Shorty then said to Debby as he began thrusting even harder inside her, "Your white pussy belongs to us now. I want you to keep saying "Black Power"until I cum, bitch."

"Black Power...Black Power...Black Power.... Black Power..." Debby wailed wearily, as her core clamped down onto Shorty's hardness, coating it in her wetness. While not longer than Duke, Shorty's manhood was thicker and it felt like a battering ram inside poor Debby's walls. Debby gripped Duke's hand and closed her eyes, trying to anchor herself through the intense waves of pain and pleasure in the moment.

"Hold your fist in the air as you say it honky." Shorty ordered. Duke, let go of Debby's right hand which she raised into the air as a fist.

"Black Power...Black Power...Black Power... " Debby continued to cry out into the night. After a short time Duke kindly held Debby's arm up so she could obey Shorty's demand to keep her fist up in the air. Speaking to her softly, he said. "I'm proud of you baby. Your going to become one of us, I have no doubt." Duke's supportive words gave Debby the will to go on, despite the increasing discomfort.


  1. Moaning, Shorty finally pumped a huge load of his cum deep inside Debby's womb. For her it felt so sensational she whimpering out one last "Black Power," and then started moaning loud as tears of pleasure started slightly streaming down her eyes. Debby's body trembled to a point of near collapse as she felt Shorty withdraw his cock from her.  


As Shorty backed away, Coke then bent down and pick up Debby's right leg and got her satin thong off the ground and said, "Duke, I think she's getting a little too loud." Coke then placed the thong over her head and stuck the front cloth end in her mouth like a horse bit and held the back end of the thong like a handle. Then Coke stepped up behind her and shoved his cock into Debby's cream filled pussy. Coke slapped her on the ass and said "Come on Bitch, let's ride. Giddy-up." He then stretched out the back string of her thong and acted as though he was riding her like a horse. "Hi Ho White Ho, Away." Coke exclaimed. All the men started laughing as Debby blushed with embarrassment from being put in such an undignified position. Debby wasn't sure if they we laughing at her or with her, all she knew was that having Coke's black cock plunging inside her pool of moisture at that moment made her feel too good to care. If Duke wanted her to be the "white whore" for his gang, she would assume that position and embrace it. Debby knew she could compartmentalize the sexual use of her body for as many men as necessary, the fortress of love being built inside her heart for Duke was already completely impregnable where other men were concerned. If her mother could be a whore for selfish reasons,


Debby rationalized she was now willing to become a whore for love...


After all, hadn't Mother said "Fruit doesn't fall far from a tree?"

End of Novella #1.

*The moon on the night of July 10-11, 1967, was in fact a wax crescent moon according to multiple sources of weather based searches on the internet.

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.