Hot Summer in the City Sequel- The Rest of the Day (Forward and Table of Contents)

"Duke, do you have to go do it?"- Debby

Those were the last words shared between Duke and Debby at the end of the movie "Hot Summer in the City." It was only fitting that Debby's last words to Duke were in the form of a question. Debby's words of concern for the man who had taken her captive punctuated one of the great unresolved question viewers were left with at the end- namely, was Debby beginning to have feelings for Duke? Indeed, as Debby took her first steps of freedom she looked forlorn over the sight of Duke's vehicle driving away. It was as though we were seeing a damsel in distress who had lost her desire to be rescued (especially perhaps now that her female antagonist and competitor for Duke's affections was out of the way?).    

Whether the Debby we saw was simply in a state of shock from all that had happened, or was in a state of sadness over seeing the man she was falling for driving her out of her life forever, that question has remained an unanswered riddle written across the contours of Debby's heart.

The state of Duke's emotions also remained a puzzle, despite subtle clues from his words and actions. Was he falling in love with Debby? Had Duke's involvement with Debby taken a blow torch to his rough exterior and revealed a sense of humanity that had been kept hidden under the surface of his revolutionary fervor? Is that in the end what motivated him to take the incredibly risky decision of setting her free? And what about Duke's plans to start a race war?  Did his time with Debby cause him to lose his desire for revolution and prompt him to back out, or did he follow through and carry out his terrorist mission? Finally, what were Debby's feelings about Duke's Revolution? Did her apparent emotional attachment to Duke make her want to save him from the Revolution, or conversely, had her bond with Duke served to build a bridge of empathy over which Debby wanted to cross over and accept Duke's offer to "change sides," and join him in his cause?

So if you saw the movie and were left feeling a void from not knowing what ultimately happened to Duke and Debby, my series of online Novellas dedicated to Duke, Debby and the Gang is your Rosetta Stone for  answering those questions. On that note, I now refer you to the Table of Contents for Hot Summer in the City Sequel-The Rest of the Day, (Novella #1). Recommend you come to this page and click to the link to open each chapter, as that way you can avoid scrolling through the later chapters to get to the beginning or where you left off, in order to avoid experiencing any spoilers. Finally, would love comments, positive or negative, even if only to aid me in correcting typos. Despite numerous proof reads, I am sure many may still remain. I am also open to suggestions for future story lines, so feel free to email me those or you can leave them in the comments as well.

Now, to the answer of Debby's question, "Duke, do you have to do it?" Click the link for Chapter 1 and go forward and find out!

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TABLE OF CONTENTS 

Hot Summer in the City Movie Fan Site: Chapter 1. The End is the Beginning 

Hot Summer in the City Movie Fan Site: Chapter 2. Debby Comes Home to a New Set of Rules

Hot Summer in the City Movie Fan Site: Chapter 3. Debby's Flower Begins to Blossom

Hot Summer in the City Movie Fan Site: Chapter 4. Debby gets slapped into reality

Hot Summer in the City Movie Fan Site: Chapter 5. Guess Who is Coming to Dinner?

Hot Summer in the City Movie Fan Site: Chapter 6. Debby buries the past.

Chapter 4. Debby gets slapped into reality

Debby unlocked her legs from Duke's waist and for a moment simply closed her eyes and laid there, savoring the feeling of having Duke's warm seed inside her. As incredible as last night with him had been, the sensation of having the liquid essence of his strong, handsome and very black humanity flooding the insides of her womb had taken things to a whole new level. An English major, for Debby this was the exclamation point to his sentence about her being "his woman." She loved this new sense of completeness, indeed "oneness" with him, she silently prayed all of her experiences with him would end this way.

A virgin just three days ago, she had no idea sex would be so wondrously fulfilling.  Her outlook towards sex with her fiance was in seeing it more as an act of "wifely duty" than a source of pleasure. And never in her wildest dreams would she have ever believed she would give herself to a man like Duke.

But give herself to Duke she had, both willingly and completely. Two days ago he had verbally claimed her as his woman, a terrifying pronouncement from which she had recoiled in sadness, sickness, and despair. Now on their third day together she had fully and enthusiastically embraced her fate. As the pleasurable sensations continued rippling through her body, Debby knew she had never felt happier. Concerns over complicating facts like her being engaged to another man and that the man to whom she now belonged was both black and a dangerous gang leader, well those would have to wait.

She didn't open her eyes until she begrudgingly felt his ebony manhood slip out from the freshly painted walls of her femininity. She looked up to see Duke's beautiful dark eyes looking at her, with a facial expression which betrayed a look of awed surprise upon his face.  "Wow... I didn't mean to cum in you." Duke said, almost apologetically.

Debby smiled and and placed a reassuring hand onto his face. "It's ok, I went on the pill a few days ago. I knew I was almost ready to start having sex." Debby hoped this reply and her sweet smile would mask any questions which would compel her to admit to him that she was actually engaged, a conversation she wasn't even ready to have with herself yet.  

"Boys will be back soon, you have anything we could eat?"

"I could make us some spaghetti." Answered Debby, hoping to win Shorty and Coke over through her culinary skills by preparing her best dish.

"That sounds good. Hey. Where do you keep your panties?"

"Bottom drawer of the dresser, why?"

"I like the thougbt of deciding what panties you are to wear." Duke answered smiling, opening her draw and going through her panties.

"Girl! I never would have figured you to have these kind of panties. Tbose are stripper panties." Duke said, holding up a black, satin thong, looking at her with a confused look on his face.

"Oh I have a crazy girlfriend named Cassandra who got those for me at a specialty store in Detroit." Debby giggled. "She recommended them to me to keep panty lines from showing when wearing slacks. I don't like my panty lines showing and they are great for that. I have white and red ones too." Debby neglected to mention that they were intended by her friend as an early bachelorette party gift, correctly deemed too risque to be given to Debby in front of her mainly conservative friends who would be attending.

Duke countered, "Well, considering my rule about your not wearing pants that won't be an issue. Awh! These will be perfect." Duke then grabbed a white satin thong and slipped it up on Debby's waist while she still lay on the bed. "There." Duke said, making sure to tuck the thin material into the folds of her womanly essence.  "That way I can keep my seed inside you to remind you who you belong too."

Duke then quickly got on his underwear, khaki pants, and red sweater while Debby slowly got off the bed to dress herself. But then Duke interrupted her. "Debby before you go cook dinner there is something we have to deal with. First though I want you to get on your knees and put on my shoes and socks."

'Uh-Oh.' Debby thought to herself as she bowed down in compliance to Duke's instruction.

After she had completed her task she looked up at Duke from her knees and saw him looking  at her with a composed but stern look."Debby, you know I have a certain liking for you, but I can't let that make me forget that you tried to run away this morning."

"I know." Debby said, looking up at him at first, then casting her gaze down in shame. Debby began to tremble, worried about what was to come next.

"Obviously you disobeyed me and for that I promised my crew I would punish you when I got back. As leader of this group I can't tolerate disobedience. Punishment and discipline is now something that will be a regular part of your life. It has to be if the group is going to accept you. Best I can tell you is that I will always give you a chance to explain yourself before you're punished. Now I want you to explain yourself. You know, I had thought we shared something special the night before and it made me very angry that you tried to escape. Why did you do it?"

"It was special...I was just scared...and confused. I...I wasn't even sure I was going to go through with it. I could have just left barefoot, but went back to go get my shoes as I wasn't sure what to do and wanted more time to think. I didn't want to hurt you, but was just so scared and didn't know what to do."  Debby looked back up at him in reply, shaking and holding back tears. Hating that from his facial expression she could tell she had hurt Duke's feelings. Also,

"Scared of what?" Duke snapped.

"Jody and Shorty mainly. I could tell they hated me and as I had learned about your plans I figured they might try to use that to convince you to kill me."

"Ok. What else?" Duke followed up, nodding his head, but sensing something.

Debby paused and wanted to hold back, but she had been raised too well. Being honest was ingrained into her DNA. Sobbing, she replied "I...I... I was scared I was starting to have feelings for you."

"Oh, and you thought that was a bad thing so you decided to run? Because I'm black maybe? Was that it?" Duke asked accusingly.

"Noooo...it's not that." Debby pleaded. "It's just that.... I am engaged to be married!" Debby told him, tears now streaming from her face. She felt herself shrinking down further from him, knowing she was breaking down completely.

"Oh... What's this white boy's name? " Duke asked, softening his tone a little.

"Bill Evans."

"How long have you been engaged?"

"Just a couple weeks."

"Where is your ring?"

"It's being fitted at the jewelers. I'm supposed to pick it up tomorrow."

"When were you to be married?"

"This November." Debby answered, noting that Duke had just referred to her upcoming marriage in the past tense.

"OK. We don't have time to get into all this right now. You need to tell me one thing though Debby. Do you want to marry this honky?"

"No, I wouldn't be here with you right now if I did. That's one thing I do know for sure."

"And tha's because of me?"  Duke pressed, trying to hide an almost boyish sense of excitement. 

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I..I..I just feel a calling to be with you, I can't explain it." Debby stated, her eyes finally beginning to dry but her knees beginning to ache from still being kept kneeling on the floor.

Duke smiled again and looked directly into her eyes and spoke. "We'll I can't explain it either, but a part of me got excited when I realized you was running after us." Duke then reached down to gently grab her by her left arm to pull her closer. Then fixing his gaze deeply into Debby's eyes he looked down to her and said, "I can tell you this. You needn't worry about marrying that white boy. I own you know and I won't permit it." Duke then bent down and pulled Debby's teary eyed face to his and kissed her passionately, for what Debby's welcoming lips felt was too fleeting of a moment.

Still kneeling, Debby looked up and saw an incredibly intense look of passion on Duke's face. One that caused her to feel excited and brought a new and noticeable wetness to her loins. A wetness that seemed to be causing Duke's creamy fluids to run out of her and puddle into the crotch of her little white thong.  They both simply looked at one another for a moment, then Duke grabbed Debby's limp, left wrist and wrapped his right hand tightly around it, bringing her face to within inches of his, as he looked down and informed her of his innermost intentions.

"Debby, It's important for me that you know this now. Ultimately I want you to be more to me and my gang than just a maidservant and concubine. In time I would love for you to even become a collaborator.  I actually believe that there are a few white people in the world out there who are good. White people who reject racism and want to take responsibility for their racist past and help Black America build the Nation we deserve. I believe you could be one of those white people Debby. What do you say?"

Debby nodded her head and paused for a moment. She wanted to choose her words carefully, as she definitely did not want to involve herself in actions of violence towards anyone. She had chased after Duke to save him from attempting an armed revolution, not to join it. Debby did not want to betray that to Duke though, and even worried that the magnetism he held over her could change her pacifist disposition. However, before answering she again reminded herself that she chased after him today to save him from violence, not become a party to it herself. Finally, she felt she had formulated the proper response and spoke.

"Duke..., I can tell you as a white person I am ashamed of my heritage for condoning slavery and ashamed that most whites in even my generation don't seem to care that blacks are treated as second class citizens to this day. I believe that blacks should live in a land where they will have the same opportunities and rights as whites. I know my race has caused yours much suffering and I would love an opportunity to help make amends..., and help black people build the society they deserve."

Duke finally let go of Debby's wrist in a moment of stunned, heartfelt satisfaction. He could not believe his good fortune to have this highly intelligent, beautiful, blue eyed, blonde white female, wanting to serve his cause. Looking down at Debby as she knelt before him, Duke felt confident she would be submissive to him in any way he desired. Other contacts of his in the Black Power Movement had come to believe that recruiting some whites was essential for the Movement to achieve it's goals. He couldn't wait to show off to them the pretty young blonde that he would be bringing into their fold.

"Debby, you must know that I will expect you to be loyal to both me and my cause."

"You'll have my allegiance to both." Debby promised from her knees, placing her left hand on Duke's right knee to accentuate the point.

"Debby, I know you are going to be a tremendous asset. I have got to win the boys over to you!"  Duke said as he gently grabbed her and began pulling her up. " They will be back in a few. Let's get your punishment over with so you can get dinner started."

Duke then yanked Debby across his lap with her head facing the opposite direction of the door. Before she could react, Duke had pulled her hands behind her back and gripped them firmly together at the wrists with his left hand. In the next moment Debby felt Duke's right hand come striking down on her bottom. Startled, the first strike stung, but she was determined not to cry out in pain, so she bit down on her lip and braced herself to endure his spanking. A spanking that, save for the beating Shorty had given her Saturday night, was the first she could recall ever experiencing in her white privileged, upper middle class life.

 Try as she could, Debby could not maintain her silence. Duke's first stinging blow had only been a tune up for the thrashing he was to give her over the next couple of minutes. Within seconds she was shrieking and wailing, but she maintained enough discipline to keep from asking him to stop. She happened to catch a glimpse of what was happening in her dresser mirror across from the bed, and saw her feet kicking and flailing in the air from the force of Duke's powerful strokes. She gasped when she saw the deep shade of red that her bottom was changing into. Debby also felt her thighs becoming sticky from Duke's cum that was being made to leak out from her panties due to the impact of his blows. For what felt like the thousandth time of the day, tears were again streaming from her eyes, drizzling out from the sheer force of Duke's continuing beat down on her white, thong clad ass.

Debby felt her hands be let go and then felt Duke's hand grab a handful of her hair and pull her head back to look at him. "You gonna run from us again white girl?" Duke asked harshly.

"Nooo...Noo I promise!" Debby whimpered back to him, face flush with tears and eyes bloodshot to a degree of redness that was as stark as the redness on her now very sore rear end.

"You gonna do what we tell you?" Duke asked, smacking her ass again.

"Yes! Yes! I'll do anything. Anything!" Debby responded, echoing her same pleas of compliance that she had said to Shorty Saturday night.


Duke let go Debby's hair and again grabbed both of Debby's wrists and held them in place at the small of her back."You ever gonna disobey again?

"No Sir, I promise."

"How many times am I going to have to beat your cracker ass to make sure you mind?"  Duke smacked her bottom hard again, three times more.

"OOOuuuch..Never again! I swear! I swear!" Debby squealed as her legs returned to kicking as she winced in pain. Despite her exerting all her strength as an instinctive reflex, her wrists remained immovable from still being caught in Duke's vice-like grip. Debby couldn't believe how strong Duke's hands were.


"You learned your lesson honky?"

"Yes. I learned my lesson." Debby sobbed.

"You gonna start tryin to be a good honky like I talked to you about when we first met?"

Debby nodded her head.

SMACK! Duke's right hand thundered down on Debby's rubby red buttocks. "I didn't hear an answer."

"Yes...I'm going to be a good honky. I promise!" Debby yelled frantically, as her feet returned to involuntary flailing.

"Whose property are you white girl?"

"You..You..Yours! I'm your property. You own me Sir." Debby said, looking back at him sobbing and with a tone of genuine conviction, one Debby hoped would be pleasing to Duke.

With that Duke let go her wrists and pulled Debby up and gave her a huge hug. Cradling her head into his chest and repeatedly kissing her forehead, Duke softly spoke, "I hated to do that to you Debby, but you know why I had to." Duke then tenderly begin running his hand through Debby's hair while Debby wrapped her arms around him in a hug and nodded her head.

"I understand and I know it was my fault." Debby said softly, and then took Duke's right hand and kissed the palm of it and added in a voice of sweet concern, "I hope you didn't hurt your hand."

"Oh I'm fine." Duke answered, impressed and a bit aghast over such a selfless comment. "That should be about it but I will need to slap you in the face a couple times right before they walk through the door for good measure." Debby looked up at his face and nodded as Duke lightly ran the palm of his hand over the sides of her face in a reassuring manner. Then he said sweetly,  "Debby, while someday I'd like you to become a collaborator, we both know you're a long way from becoming anything like soldier.  Don't even worry about that now. I'll start educating you and together we'll find the best ways for you to serve. For now just focus on accepting the responsibilitites we give you and showing the right attitude.  That way the gang will be able to come to see you as trustworthy. One of the good honkies. That's what we both need right now."

His statement brought a sheepish grin to Debby's now tear dried face. She whimpered "Thank you," and kissed Duke on the cheek. She had loved the emphasis Duke had put on the words "we both." Then, recalling one of the first things Duke had commanded to her when he had first dragged her into his cabin, she added simply, "I'll earn my keep."

Duke smiled. "I'm sure you will. Let's get you dressed and then you can go get your spaghetti started. After that you'll pack."

Debby slowly hopped off Duke's lap and rubbed her aching derriere while Duke went to her wardrobe. "This will be good." Duke stated, pulling out her shortest black evening dress. "I want you to look nice tonight and since you belong to me now, the color seems appropriate."

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After slipping into her spaghetti strapped, black minidress, and black, high heeled shoes as Duke instructed, Debby began cooking dinner. She also sat a very nice table for the three of them, complete with bottles of red and white wine. Debby even put together a nice garden salad. She didn't set a place for herself as Duke had previously told her that she was to stand to Duke's left side while he sat at the head of the table when they arrived. She was to serve them dinner and afterward eat by herself in her room and pack her things while they discussed business.

"I think their coming down the street." Duke said walking into the kitchen."You ready?"

"Yes." Debby answered, steeling herself to be struck ounce again.

Duke slapped Debby with his left hand on her right cheek, causing Debby to whirl in her dress and stumble a little to her left. 'Whew. Thank goodness that's over.' Debby thought to herself in the immediate pause afterward. Unfortunately she had momentarily forgotten that Duke had spoken of hitting her, "one or two times."

Then came Duke's slap with the right hand on the left side of her face that sent Debby tumbling down onto the white, tiled kitchen floor. That one really hurt and she feared it would leave a mark, knocking her even out of one of her high heeled shoes and causing her dress to fly up over her waist.  Debby looked up at him in shock.

Duke pulled Debby up by her arms and said "Ok, perfect. That's done. Now get your shoe back on and put the spaghetti on the table and get in the position like I told you."

"Yes Sir." Debby said with a beleaguered smile, but with snappiness that would have made any drill instructor proud, trying to pay homage to Duke's military service.

Duke kissed her on cheek and said "Good girl Debby. I'm going to make a soldier out of you yet."

Chapter 2. Debby Comes Home to a New Set of Rules

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.

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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...

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.