Once again in the back seat of her captor's white Cadillac, Debby lay on her tummy with the bottom half of her legs resting on Duke's lap, her ankles overlapping and locked in place, being held firmly in Duke's hand. She kept her head pressed into the seat to avoid looking at Duke's compatriots who were none too pleased by her presence. As the car began to move, Debby's nostrils filled with what she now recognized as the combined smells of sex and liquor. A sickening feeling sank into her stomach as she immediately realized....
she was smelling the two day old scent left behind from her own violation.
Debby felt a deep sickness in the pit of her stomach. She wondered whether she had just made the worst decision of her life, especially as Duke's remaining gang members continued to chastise their leader for bringing her with them.
"Gaw'd Damn. I'm gonna say this right now and for the record. I think that poison cracker of yours is going to get us all thrown in the joint, either today, or someday. We really taking her with us to Detroit?" Coke groaned.
Shorty shook his head and immediately added, "That girl is your
white witch Duke. She has a hex on you...."
"SHE is NOT my white witch, she's my white BITCH! Now turn around and shut up, we got things to figure out." Duke retorted.
"First, I want to hear from your white bitch what happened with Stitch and Jody back at the cabin. In her own words." Coke demanded.
"Debby, you heard the man, go ahead and tell them what happened." Duke ordered.
Debby wearily lifted up her head and fearfully looked at Coke and Shorty, then stammered out her answer.
"Well...a couple hours after you all left... Jody came down and spit in my face and told me she was going to cut me to pieces for having sex with Duke. But first she said she was going to have Stitch fuck me in the ass."
"Then...after Stitch had...finished....Jody got out her knife, but
Stitch got in the way to protect me... so she stabbed him!" Debby exclaimed, with a horrified look on her face. She then
began to sob as she continued, "Then she leaned down to stab me when Duke
walked in and shot her. She would have killed me if he hadn't."
"Like you had any choice in having sex with Duke." Coke replied sympathetically, shaking his head.
"That crazy bitch." Shorty added. "I can see why you did what you did Duke. Damn, Jody was crazy. Still, I hate that either of them had to die though for a fuckin' honky."
"I still can't believe you did it. Never would have figured you of all people to become a fuckin' cracker lover." Coke scoffed, shaking his head as he drove.
"Ok. Shut your mouths now, both of you. First of all, Debby ain't no poison cracker. Jody's the reason we got two dead bodies back at the cabin, not Debby. You all just need to trust me on this. My honky chick is going to show herself to be more than worth her keep. When the Race War goes down, having a white girl on our side is going to prove to be a very useful tool. Trust me!"
Debby reached down and rubbed Duke's calf to show she appreciated his defense of her.
"Well see about that Duke. I'm just glad Stitch finally got a piece of white ass before he died. I''m damn sick over losing him." Coke lamented.
"I am too Coke, we all are. We'll take time to mourn later. Now we got two big issues to deal with. What to do with Jody and Stitch's bodies, and if we are going to agree on going through with the mission today if the Man asks us too. I don't like the time line being pushed up a day. Give me some time to think."
"Duke, what are you going to do with the honky bitch if this goes down today?" Shorty asked.
"She'll stay with Coke in the getaway car. He could use another set of eyes."
Duke's comment stoked a sense of fear and dread in Debby as she laid there in silence. She could never help in hurting anyone, let alone take part in a race war. She realized she got in the car out of sensing some good in Duke and wanting to try and save him from the life of prison or early death to which he was headed. Recalling the fact that she was again in the back seat of the vehicle where this man had forcibly taken her virginity two nights ago, Debby's sense of exhilaration at being with Duke began to dampen from feeling like she had just made the most foolish choice of her life. And was now helpless to do anything about it.
Then a prolonged silence fell on the car. As they drove on to where she did not know, she felt Duke put his hands on her feet and begin to wipe the dirt off of them, even taking time to pick out what felt like a splinter. He then began rubbing her feet, which made Debby feel a little better.
As she laid there enjoying the foot massage and focusrd on finding some balance to her emotions, Debby looked down and saw her shoes on the floorboard. But any hopes that Duke would make her feel like Cinderella and slip her shoes on her feet were soon dashed.
"Go ahead an put your shoes on woman. We're all gonna be getting out of the car soon." Duke instructed, pulling her up by the arm into a sitting position. First though we're gonna be stopping at that gas station up ahead. I gotta call my contact."
Debby placed her hand on Duke's shoulder and said, "Duke, I don't think you'll want me out of the car with my dress so torn, it could cause you to get a lot of unwanted attention."
"Honky's right." agreed Shorty. "You need to get your bitch some clothes."
"My mom is away visiting her sister and won't be back until this weekend. I could get some of my things, it's only about 20 minutes away." Debby suggested, recognizing where she was at as they pulled into a Sinclair gas station. They had just taken the exit off Interstate 94 which led to her hometown of Midwood, Michigan.
"Let's do that maybe, after I make my call. Not sure what direction this is going yet." replied Duke.
"Hey Duke, we're with you a 100% either way." Shorty said solemnly.
"Yea man." Coke added.
"Thanks." Duke replied, nodding his head, as they pulled into the gas station.
'Was Duke reconsidering the mission? Please God I hope so!' Debby thought to herself as she placed her hand on Duke's leg and squeezed it to show her support. So many questions she wanted to ask, but she knew now wasn't the time, or the place.
They parked at the gas station and she watched Duke make a call from a nearby pay phone. After a couple of minutes she saw Duke put down the phone.
Duke got in the back seat and said, "Good, the plan is to be pushed back now for at least two more weeks. Didn't get into any details. Going to meet with him again on Friday in the City. No meeting tonight either. Canceled."
'Shew. That gives me time.' Debby thought to herself.
"That figures. I am a little relieved it got called off today as something didn't feel right. Changing the date and moving it up to today out of the blue. I don't like doing business like that. We'd barely have had time to scope out the location and plan. At least we got our money already." Shorty stated, much relieved.
"One good thing, I guess at least this gives us more time to play with the honky." Coke said, looking at Debby from his position in the driver's seat, giving her a very cocksure smile.
"Yeah. We'll all be getting to know Debby a lot better." Duke said laughing, putting his left arm around her and pulling her close to him. Then he put his right hand under her chin and positioned her to look him in the eyes and said, "But you all don't forget, she belongs to me."
Debby gulped. Feeling a shiver from both the comment and the animalistic look of hunger she saw in his eyes. The same look she'd seen when he had first brought her back to the cabin. She sat there gazing back at him, frozen in place and speechless.
"Where do you live girl? We'll go get you some of your things." Duke said smiling, the look in his eyes somehow seeming to change and appear more pleasantly soft in an instant. Debby silently acknowledged to herself that the complexity of this man was a big part of what attract her to him. In addition to his coolness, his confidence, the way he exerted authority in the group, his lean, muscular frame, and his large, wonderful black...,Debby sighed at that last thought and then answered,
"808 Crestwood Drive." Debby then proceeded to give the gang members a description of her house and directions for getting there.
***
About twenty minutes later they arrived at her home. A two-story, grey, stonebrick house in an upper middle class neighborhood in Midwood, a prosperous town of about 50,000 people. Less than 30 minutes north of Detroit, it was well known for being near Lake St. Clair, and for Cordell University, a prestigious private school where Debby attended college. Debby and Duke were dropped off while Shorty and Coke were sent to go grocery shopping and to a hardware store to get materials for burying Stitch and Jody.
As Debby walked into the home she found herself feeling another sickness in her stomach; this one occasioned by recalling what happened the last time she had came home.
Last Saturday she had came home from her engagement party, and as soon as she opened the door she had heard the sound of muffled
moans coming from upstairs. Debby had thought it sounded like her mother and feared at first that she was being attacked. But as Debby carefully walked up the stairs to her mother's bedroom door, she peeked in and realized her mother was far from being assaulted. Her mother was laying on her bed with her legs spread open and being mounted by Doug Grover, a young, local attorney and friend of both Debby's and her fiancé Bill's families. The bigger shock for Debby though had been seeing at the side of the bed, Bill's dad, Gary Evans, her future father in-law, standing over her mother and stuffing his cock into her mouth. "Stupid bitch." Debby had heard Bill's dad say to her mom, followed by a "hurry up!" to Mr. Grover as he thrust away inside her.
Debby knew in that moment why her father, just days before he died last March, had physically separated from her mother and moved into their rental house just off Cordell University campus. Bill's family and her family had been lifelong friends. Through the years Debby had noticed occasions where she felt like her mother was flirting with Bill's dad, but had always written it off as harmless. Debby also recalled having that impression with Doug Grover a couple of years ago, at a Bar Association family picnic. Debby's father, Richard Baker, had been a local judge and Mr. Grover regularly practiced in front of her father's court. If it ever were to become public that Judge Baker's wife was sleeping with Mr. Grover it would have caused a huge scandal in the community. Such knowledge even had the potential to undermine her father's Court decisions on cases in which Mr. Grover had served as an attorney.
Debby's father died so suddenly she had not even had time to ask him why he had moved. She now suspected her mother's extra-marital affairs were likely the reason that her father, in their last conversation before he died, had informed her that he would be retiring earlier from the bench than he had expected, at the end of this year in fact. Debby knew her mother's scandalous behavior was completely unacceptable for a judge's wife and put his reputation at risk. Watching her mother's unholy ménage-a-trois unfold before her eyes, Debby concluded that four months ago, what had really caused her father's heart to fail was a broken heart, one solely attributable to her mother.
Horrified by that thought and fearing she would throw up or otherwise be heard, Debby had quickly tiptoed out of the house and started running down the road, shortly thereafter being kidnapped by Duke and his gang. Now, two days later, that same man who had kidnapped and raped her was being treated by her as an invited guest inside her home.
"They're gonna be gone for a while Debby. Go take a shower first and then you can pack up your things." Duke instructed as soon as they got in the door.
"Thank you." Debby replied meekly, not knowing what else to say. She went upstairs and got out of her clothes and turned on the shower. Feeling something on the small of her back, she felt of it with her fingers. Looking down at it she realized she was looking at the residue of Stitch's seed. A sense of sadness came over her as she washed away what she recognized as the last remnants of life from the young man who had first tried to save her. That's what she resolved to always remember him for, vowing to forgive and forget that he was also the reason why her rear end was now so painfully sore.
After showering, Debby walked into her upstairs bedroom just across from the bathroom. She saw Duke sitting on the edge of her bed, looking at himself in the dresser mirror that was facing the bed. When he looked over to her, Debby could tell from the look in his eyes that he liked what he saw. Debby was wrapped in a white bathroom towel that barely covered the tops of her breasts, and came down only just enough to cover her pubic hair patch.
"Come hear girl. We need to go over a few things. I'm looking forward to us getting to know each other better, but there are a few things we need go over now."
Debby nodded her head and promptly walked over to Duke and stood directly in front of him and faced him. Duke reached out and began rubbing the front and backs of her legs with his hands as he began talking.
"First, since your my woman now and that means your staying with me. We don't have a lot of room in the cabin so just pack your essentials and some clothes. As for clothes, don't pack more than one or two pairs of pants as I really don't want you wearing them. I want these sexy white legs of yours kept bare all the time so me and my boys can see them everyday. I also want you mainly in skirts and dresses so you are always instantly accessible to me, and maybe my crew or others when I'm feeling generous. If you pack any shorts, make sure they are just that. Short." So Duke directed, looking serious, but showing a faint hint of a smile.
"Ok." Debby answered, again nodding her head, not knowing what to think of her new dress code. The feeling of his hands rubbing and caressing her freshly bathed and lotion covered legs felt really good. Debby even began to feel a little wetness between her thighs. Although she found it a bit disconcerting that her much appreciated legs would likely be being spread open for Shorty, Coke, and even others regularly as well, not just for Duke. Monogamous in spirit, Debby was really wanting Duke to keep her to himself, a longing she recognized was almost certainly hopeless, at least for now.
Duke then took his right hand under her towel and began rubbing the tender folds of Debby's femininity. Delicately he rubbed and caressed her folds and crevices, occasionally flicking her clitoris and the entrance to her pool of moisture with his fingers. Debby looked down into Duke's eyes and felt her breath begin to shorten from the arousal he was building within her.
Duke then continued,
"First, I have some protocol for you to follow that will help Shorty and Coke come around to the idea of my keeping you around. So, while when it is just you and me you can call me "Duke." But whenever the others are around I want you to call me "Sir." I was in the military and run my crew like it's a military operation, so respect is very important to me. For that reason you are to address Shorty and Coke as "Sir" as well. As I am the leader you will always call me "Sir," and if you need to talk directly to Shorty or Coke and another of us is in the room or wherever, you should address who you need to talk to as either "Shorty Sir" or "Coke Sir," for example. Basically "Sir" is how I want you to address any black man that you may come in contact with unless I say otherwise Got it?" Duke asked in a very no-nonsense tone, as he inserted his index finger partially into her pussy.
"Ye..Yes..ssS..Sir." Debby managed to say, nodding her head again, this time vigorously. She was surprised at both the suddenness of the insertion and the degree to which it was causing her to juice.
"What's your last name girl?" Duke asked, literally coaxing out the answer from her with his finger as he pushed it in further.
"B..B..Baker…,May I ask yours?
"I'll tell you when I'm ready."
"Ohh.....Okay"
Duke removed his hand from Debby's loins and pulled her onto his lap. He placed her facing to the side towards the doorway and removed her towel, letting it fall to the ground. He placed his left hand on the back of her neck and his right hand high up on her right thigh. Debby felt totally vulnerable as she was now completely nude sitting on Duke's lap, while he was fully clothed in his khaki pants and red turtle-neck shirt.
Duke leaned in kissing her cheek and said, "Good girl. I knew you would be a quick learner. That's why I let you come with us. I could tell soon after I met you that you were just what I needed. A woman who was smart, who could cook, who could fuck, and would do as she was told. Just what I need. Just what my crew needs. I have no idea why I even tried to let you go, I just felt bad about what happened with you and Jody I guess? You are going to be so much better than Jody."
"So I am to be Jody's replacement?" Debby asked quizzically. Suddenly she felt her back begin to arch and even experienced a sense of pride about possibly being named replacement to the woman who had so mistreated and tried to kill her. She knew Jody would have hated that and she relished the thought of being viewed as her successor. By now Duke's right hand had worked his way up from her tummy to her breasts and caused her nipples to harden. In addition to arousal, she found herself suddenly feeling a sense of belonging and self confidence.
Unfortunately her hopes and feelings along those lines were gutted by Duke's answer, after he had taken a moment to collect his thoughts.
"Kind of, but not really. Jody basically had to do what we told her when she was with us, but otherwise she really had her independence. Since your white and this whole damn country is on the verge of a race war, your going to be treated more like a Prisoner of War. Look at what's happening right now in the news. Just last month, race riots in Buffalo, Tampa, and Cincinnati. These riots will be remembered like the Battles of Lexington and Concord, locations where the Battle for Black America began. Pockets of resistance are springing up everywhere. The Black Revolution is at hand and those whites who have not already proved themselves loyal to the cause will be regarded as at least highly suspect, if not the enemy. So for now your always going to have to be under the command and control of one of us. Whether it's me or if I am gone, Shorty or Coke, or someone else we may be working with. Now the more you behave and the more you show us we can trust you, the more privileges you will get and the better off you'll be treated. Ultimately things could even change better for you than that, but that will take time and trust. For the foreseeable future anyway, your always going to kept under someone's watch and authority to some degree. It's really for your own protection and good so your gonna have to ger used to it. Understood?"
His left hand having stayed on the back of Debby's neck, Duke twisted her head so she would look directly at him as he spoke the last sentence. "I understand Sir." Debby said solemnly, looking at him for a moment, then casting her eyes downward, trying to hide the disappointment she felt at knowing she likely could never aspire to have the same status as Jody due to her skin color.
She realized that in her own way she was now experiencing racism for the first time and recognized it for the evil that it was. In doing so she actually found herself feeling more empathy with her captors, giving her a point of reference that allowed her to better understand their plight of racial inequality and the motives for Duke's call to arms.
Sensing Debby needed a light moment, Duke added with a chuckle, "Worry not though. We will never place you under a black woman's control again, we don't want you ending up getting killed."
Still on Duke's lap, Debby burst out laughing. And the next thing Duke was to say made her feel even better. Duke turned Debby around to face him directly, and as she looked up at him with her beautiful blue eyes, Duke looked into them and said,
"Also, one other thing. You are Jody's successor in one very important way. Just like Jody was, you are now 100% my woman. You belong to me, just as she did, and my men and everyone else in the world will be made to respect that."
Debby smiled happily and closed her eyes as Duke drew her towards him to kiss her lips. They met each others lips with an equal degree of tenderness and mutually growing passion. Debby quickly wrapped her arms around Duke's back and her legs around Duke's waist. She even locked her ankles behind his back, as if to hold onto to the moment in which Duke had just reaffirmed his possession of her...to hold onto it for as long as humanly possible.
Whatever her concerns were about the future, in that moment Debby felt both safe and aroused in Duke's arms. To her all that mattered then was the moment...
