The Viper Strikes

   Harold Gaboon, also know as Viper after the well known and much feared
venomous African snake, stands close to six foot, seven inches tall.  Viper
weighs in at just under three hundred pounds and not much of it body fat.
Viper is a medium dark black man who keeps his head shaved.  He is known
and feared from Columbia Avenue north to Court Street, west to the
interstate beltway, east all the way to fifth Street, and south to state
highway one fifty-six.  An area of some one hundred forty square blocks. 
Viper is a warehouse foreman with a crew of eighteen men.  Two of the most
important things in his life are fighting, which he does for the shear joy
of it, and fucking white women, also for the joy of it.  He enjoys fucking
almost as much as he does fighting, and he goes about it the same
way...full speed ahead with no holds barred.

   Viper lives in a converted storage building near the heart of his
domain. He was orphaned while he was still in elementary school, and he
raised himself with the help of a gang, which he took control of when he
was only sixteen.  While many of his peers surrounded themselves with
firearms, Viper never owned one.  His weapons of choice were his fists. 
Young Viper quickly learned that one could fight the law, but the law
almost always won.  He spent several of his younger years being taught that
lesson in juvenile detention, and later in the county jail.  He made note
that many of his peers either spent most of their life locked up or was
killed while young.  He made a decision not to do either.  He finished high
school while in juvenile detention and earned some college credit while in
the county lock-up.  When he got out of jail he took a job loading freight
trucks.  His strong body helped, but it was his agile mind that got him
promoted up to foreman.  His mind and the ability to keep a rough and
tumble crew in line were valuable assets.  He could and often did, quell
trouble with just a look in the direction of the trouble makers.  Nobody
wanted to tangle with Viper...at least not the second time.  ***

   Rebecca Allen, also know as Becky to most of her friends and co-workers,
is known by many and feared by absolutely no one.  She is a sweet natured
girl of twenty-two.  Tall by most standards at five nine.  Her weight is
proportioned to her height, but Becky is always trying to loose a few
pounds.  She considers her breasts too big and her butt too small.  Neither
of these things are true.  She has been on her own for over three years. 
Her parents were killed in an automobile accident when she was sixteen and
she stayed with her paternal grandmother until the grandmother died.  She
inherited the old lady's house along with the few dollars the older woman
managed to accumulate.

   Becky works for the state in an office with several other people.  Her
duties ware to make sure that people who had been arrested had a court
appointed attorney if the public defender was unable to take the case.  All
of the single men and some of the married men tried to date her, but she
turned them all aside with a friendly 'no'.  Not that she didn't like the
male of her species, she just grew weary of how most of them acted.  Her
experiences were that men fell into one of two categories.  Too needy or
too macho.  She gave up her virginity to a fellow senior in high school. 
It was in the back seat of the boys car.

   Becky thought the sex act was interesting, but hardly the thing regaled
in poems, songs and the movies.  Brian Tolliver took her cherry, and moved
on to other pastures.  That suited Becky because she wasn't interested in
any long term relationship with Brian or anyone else.  Over the next few
years she had sex with several of the boys, and later the men, she dated.
Again, none of the acts were what Becky would class as earth-shaking.  Sex
was nice, but nothing to get overly excited about.

   Becky knew she was in a dead end job and soon after she started the job,
she enrolled in college and attended night school.  She knew that it would
take several years to finish college, but she wasn't in any big hurry.  She
didn't mind her job, and it paid fairly well.  Since she didn't have any
expensive hobbies or extravagant tastes she lived well in her grandmother's
older house.  ***

   Except for being orphaned at a early age, Harold Gaboon and Rebecca
Allen had nothing in common.  In fact, if it had not been for Marcus
Robinson and Anne Bacon, they would have ever met.  Marcus, because he got
himself arrested driving a stolen car, and Anne, because she took a sick
day.

   Becky was having to cover for Anne the day that Marcus needed to have an
attorney appointed.  Because Marcus didn't have a phone, Becky went to his
place of employment to tell him who his attorney was and when to contact
the lawyer.  Marcus worked for the City Transfer Company and was on Viper's
crew.

   It was on Tuesday afternoon that sweet gentle Becky Allen met the
explosive Viper.  Her initial impression was mixed.  She walked out onto
the loading dock and witnessed Viper addressing some of his crew.  He was
standing with his back to her, his hand doubled into fists and his fists
were on his hips.

   "I don't know how many times, I told you muther-fuckers this, but I'm
getting' tired of tellin' you.  I want you cocksuckers to handle this shit
like it was your shit.  You don't throw the boxes around.  You don't slam
this shit into the trucks.  You take it easy and do it right.  The big boss
called me in and chewed my ass because you silly fools keep breaking shit.
I'm not real fond of having my ass chewed, and the next time I see one of
you stupid pricks being rough with a shipment, I'm going to knock the hell
out of you.  I'm going to slap the top of your head off and shit down your
neck.  What the hell are you apes grinnin' at?" He turned to see where his
crew was looking and saw Becky standing behind him.  "Sorry Miss," he
growled.  "I didn't know you were standing there.  What do you need?"

   "I'm looking for Marcus Robinson," Becky said with a slight smile
playing around her lips "But if you feel an immediate need to shit down
someone's neck, I can wait." She gave Viper a closer examination.  His
arms, sticking out of his sleeveless shirt, looked like two giant limbs
from a big oak tree.  Muscles bulged from an upper arm that was bigger
around than her waist.

   "Marcus, get your ragged ass over here!" Viper bellowed.  "Some gal to
see you.  Make it snappy, 'cause you are on the clock." He looked back at
Becky.  As usual, he looked at her as a white woman to fuck.  Viper liked
what he saw in Becky.

   "What the hell does she want?" Marcus Robinson asked, taking off his
work gloves.

   "Why are you asking me, fool?  She's standing right there, ask her."

   "I have the information about your court appointed attorney," Becky
said, handing him an envelope.  "It's your responsibility to contact your
lawyer."

   "How am I supposed to contact him?" Marcus asked.  "I ain't got no
phone, and I work days."

   "Give me that," Viper said, snatching the envelope from the other man's
hand.  He opened it and looked at the contents.  "You call this number, you
jackass," he said.  "Use the phone in my cubbyhole.  You make an
appointment to see the lawyer, and you tell me when the appointment is. 
I'll see that you get the time off.  If you kept your ragged ass out of
other people's car you wouldn't need a lawyer."

   "I didn't steal that fuckin' car," Marcus whined.  "I borrowed it from a
friend."

   "Do I look like a judge?" Viper snapped.  "Don't bother tellin' me your
sad story.  Save it for the judge." He turned back to Becky.  "Because
Marcus is too dumb, I'll say thanks for him.  Is there anything else I can
do for you?"

   "No, I think that will do it," Becky said.  "I would like to ask you a
question if you don't mind.  How big are you?" She had no idea where the
question came from.

   Viper looked down at her a moment and grinned at her.  "Nine and a
quarter inches long and a little over six inches around.  What else do you
want to know?"

   Wordlessly, her face flaming red, Becky retreated across the loading
dock and to her car.  Her flushed face stayed red the whole trip back to
her office.  She was still a little flushed when her sat back down at her
desk.

   "Are you all right, Becky?" Missy Peterson, a co-worker, asked.  "You
look flushed."

   "You won't believe what happened to me," Becky whispered.  She told
Missy what had transpired.  Missy looked at her a moment, opened her desk
drawer, and took out a ruler.

   "Wow, nine and a quarter, huh?" Missy said looking at the ruler.  "Where
did you say I could meet this guy?"

   "I didn't," Becky said laughing.  "He's probably lying anyway.  Every
man I know lies about his size.  Wonder why that is?"

   "Yeah, you may be right," Missy said.  "But what if he's not lying?  One
of us needs to get to the bottom of this.  Where did you say he was?"

   "I'm not going to tell you," Becky said still laughing.  "He's nearly
seven feet tall and weighs at least five hundred pounds.  He would kill
you." Missy barely reached five feet and weighed almost a hundred pounds.

   "I like'em big," Missy said.  "My ex-husband was big down there.  Not
anywhere near nine and a quarter inches, but big enough.  Have you ever had
a big dick?"

   "How you talk!" Becky giggled covering her mouth with her hand.

   "I'm serious," Missy said glancing around to see if anyone was within
hearing distance.  "There is nothing better than a big fat dick.  I mean
one that fills you up completely.  The kind that gives you a
mind-shattering orgasm.  You know, the kind where you see stars and bright
flashing lights.  Have you ever had that kind of orgasm?"

   Becky didn't answer her friend.  She answered a ringing phone instead.
It wasn't her line, but it served the purpose of distracting Missy.  The
numbers nine and a quarter, nine point two-five, stayed in her mind the
rest of the afternoon.

   That afternoon, after she got home she found her grandmother's sewing
box and got the tape measure out.  She looked at the tape and shook her
head.  'One thing for sure', she thought, 'having something like that would
be an adventure.'

   "That is one big penis," she said aloud.  She went to the kitchen and
got a beer.  She took the beer to the bedroom and only then realized she
still carried the measuring tape.  She tossed the tape on the bed and
changed her clothes.

   "Lieing bastard," she said with a grin.  "No man had a dick that big,
and even if they did no woman could accommodate it.  Big dude is living in
a fantasy world.  Why am I talking to myself?" she added laughing out loud.

   That night she dreamed about a big black man who chased her, waving an
elongated penis.  It was a disturbing dream, but not terribly frightening
for her.  By midday she had forgotten the dream, but she had a similar
dream that night and the following night.

   It was Friday afternoon when she saw Viper for the second time.  He came
with Marcus Robinson to complain about his lawyer.  Because her name was on
the referral, the two men were directed to her cubical.

   "She ain't no good," Marcus said.  "Hell, she just got out of law school
a couple of months ago.  Can't you find me a lawyer that knows the drill?"

   "What exactly is the drill, Mister Robinson?" Becky asked.  "I'm sure
your appointed legal representative is adequate."

   "I'm not lookin' for adequate," Marcus said in his whining tone.  "I
need some man who can get me out of this mess."

   "So your problem is not experience, it's more of a gender issue," Becky
said, speaking to Marcus, but glancing at Viper.

   "What's that mean?" Marcus asked.

   "She means your pissed because your mouth-piece is a woman instead of a
man," Viper said.

   "Excuse me sir," Becky said.  "Who are you and why is any of this your
concern?" She had not meant to sound so officious, but it sounded like it
to her own ears.

   "I'm Viper," he answered with a grin.  "I'm concerned because Marcus
works for me and I don't want to lose him.

   "Viper?  That's not your real name," Becky said.

   "No, it's not.  My name is Harold Gaboon," he said still grinning at
her. "When I was a kid somebody saw a picture of a Gaboon viper in a book,
and I became Viper.  Since I liked it better than Harold, I let it stick. A
Gaboon Viper is a..."

   "Yes, I know," Beck said.  "A highly venomous snake from Africa.  It has
horns, I think.  Do you have horns Mister Gaboon?"

   "Only one, but I think we've already discuss that, haven't we?" he said,
letting the appearance of mirth fade away.  "Can you help Marcus?"

   "Sure," Becky answered feeling the heat in her face.  "I'll find him an
old, experienced, white man to represent him.  Will that satisfy him?"

   "Yes, I think that would work fine," Viper said.  "Now, let's talk about
you and me and that horn you seem so interested in."

   "Let's not," Becky snapped.  "There is no me and you, Mister Gaboon. 
I'll be in contact as soon as I find a attorney that meets your approval."
She leaped up and left the two men to find their own way out of the office.
She waited in the copy room until they left.

   "Was that him?" Missy whispered when Becky got back to the desk.

   "Yes," Becky hissed.  "Can you believe he hit on me?"

   "Sure I can believe it," Missy said.  "You are a good looking woman.  He
can't be the first man to hit on you is he?  Oh, I get it.  Is a color
thing isn't it?"

   "No," Becky said too loudly.  She lowered her voice, "I'm not prejudice.
I had a lot of black friends in school."

   "But he's the first black man to actually hit on you, isn't he?" Missy
insisted.

   "Okay," Becky admitted, "Yes he is, but it isn't racial.  He's the first
'mountain' to hit on me." She laughed with Missy.  "God, but he's big,
isn't he?"

   "Have to be a big man to carry nine and a half inches of swinging meat,"
Missy said.

   "Nine and a quarter," Becky said automatically correcting her friend. 
She blushed when she realized she had done so.

   In the ordinary course of events that would have ended the matter. 
Marcus got the lawyer he wanted and that ended the arrangement for Becky.
She was through with the case file, and she put it on Anne's desk. 
However, the events that followed were not ordinary.  ***

   "I'm sorry Miss Allen," the detective said.  "We can't do anything about
your neighbors unless they actually do something.  Don't take this the
wrong way, but it's your word against theirs.  You say they threatened you,
and I believe you, but it won't travel well through the court system.  The
best I can do is ask for extra patrol through your neighborhood.  If they
come onto your property, call nine one one, and we'll be here in a few
minutes."

   "Are you kidding me?" Becky yelled.  "I could be raped, or beaten and
killed before anyone could get here.  You're telling me you can't do
anything about the Framers?"

   "I'm sorry," the detective said again.  "I wish I could do something,
but my hands are tied.  Do you know a man that could put in an appearance,
and maybe scare them off?"

   "A man?  You're saying that because I live alone I have to put up with
threats and abuse from my neighbors?" She realized that she was yelling,
but she didn't care right at that moment.  "Thanks for nothing, Detective."
She slammed the door and cried a few minutes.  The Farmers had been
harassing her since the day they moved in.  It had only a few weeks, but it
seemed like months to her.  It was a black family.  Man, woman, and three
teenage children.  A nineteen year old daughter and two younger teenage
boys.  Sixteen or so, she had guessed.

   It started when one of the boys whistled at her when she came home from
work.  Becky ignored it, but the next day the other boy yelled that she was
a 'fine lookin momma' and he made hunching motions with his hips while
clutching his crotch.  She now realized that it had been a mistake to
complain to the parents.  Both the woman and man laughed at her.

   "Hell woman, what the fuck you bitchin' about?" the father said.  "You
are a fine lookin' momma.  Either of my boys would like to fuck your ass.
Hell, I'll even give you a fuck if you want it."

   "She don't want no black cock, Jerry," the woman said laughing.  "She
couldn't take no real man's dick anyway.  I'll bet she ain't ever had no
real cock up her tight white snatch.  Look bitch," the woman said getting
right up in Becky's face.  "You haul your white ass back home, and mind
your own fuckin' business.  You come back over here again, and I'll shove
my cunt in your face, and make you eat me.  Hey, maybe you'd like that. 
You act like a lesbo anyway.  You want to eat me, bitch?"

   Becky ran as fast as she could to her house and locked the door.  Every
day it got a little worse.  The name calling and vulgar language got worse
daily.  It was when she found a dead dog on her porch that she called the
police.  Now she knew that the police wouldn't or couldn't do anything. 
Becky finally admitted to herself that she was scared.  Scared to death. 
***

   "Could I speak with Mister Gaboon, please," she said to the person who
answered the phone at City Transfer Company.

   "Who?  Baboon?" the voice said.

   "Viper," Becky said quickly.  "I want to speak with Viper."

   "Oh, why didn't you say so?  Hold on."

   "Yeah?" a deep voice said a few minutes later.

   "Viper?  Mister Gaboon, is that you?"

   "Yeah, this is Viper.  Who's this?"

   "It's Becky Allen," she said.  "I don't think you'll remember me.  I
was..."

   "Yeah, I know who you are.  I hardly ever forget a pretty woman.  What's
up Becky Allen?"

   "I have a little problem," she said, hesitating now that she had
actually summons up the courage to call him.  "Maybe this isn't such a good
idea after all."

   "Maybe not," he said.  "Then again maybe it is a good idea.  Hard to
tell until we know what it's all about.  I get off in an hour, and I'll be
at the pub on the corner of Third Street and Broadway by five thirty.  The
joint's called The Crow.  I'll buy you a drink and you can tell me, or not,
what the problem is.  I'll see you then." He hung up without waiting for an
answer.

   The Crow was apparently an all black bar.  At least there were no other
white people in the place.  Becky had made a firm resolve not to go, but
the dread and fear of going home by herself caused her to arrive on time.
She spotted Viper sitting at a table with two other men.  When he saw her
standing by the door he motioned her to come, and she did on legs that
threatened to give away.

   "If you gentlemen will excuse us," Viper said to his companions.

   "Say what?" one replied.

   "He means for us to get up and leave," the other one said.  "Come on,
let's go to the bar."

   "Have a seat, Becky Allen," Viper said, getting to his feet.  That act
of courtesy surprised her.  "What would you like to drink.  They can mix
drinks, but be best to keep it simple."

   "Beer's fine," she said noticing the mug in front of him.

   "I didn't mean to scare you," he said smiling.  "They could find some
wine, I guess."

   "No, I really like beer," she said.  He held up his mug and two fingers
and soon the waitress delivered the two frosted mugs of beer.  Becky
noticed that the waitress gave her a peculiar look.  Maybe it was just a
curious look, she wasn't sure.

   For the next fifteen minutes they made small talk.  The garbage men's
strike, the weather and the home baseball team's failure to even get a hit.
He surprised her again by being an articulate conversationalist.  Gone was
the street slang and typical rough talk.  She noticed that he had
apparently showered and changed clothes before coming to the bar.

   "So Becky Allen," he said.  "While I am enjoying the sparking
conversation, I'm almost positive you didn't call me to talk about the bums
that can't hit worth a damn, and the fact that it's pretty hot for this
early in the season.  What's your problem?"

   After a couple false starts she finally managed to tell him about her
trouble with the neighbors.  His dark face got even darker as he listened.

   "I know it sounds silly, but I'm really frightened of them.  I think
they'll increase the conflict and do something violent.  When I found the
dead dog, I guess I lost it.  I guess I just ran out of ideas when the cops
couldn't do anything to help me.  I'm sorry.  I shouldn't have bothered you
with this.  My God!  I don't know what I expected you to do."

   "Let me ask you something," Viper said slowly, his eyes fixed on her. 
"Is this a racial thing?  Would you be looking for help if your neighbors
were white?"

   She started to shake her head, then stopped and looked down at her
hands. "I don't know.  I haven't thought about it like that.  I wasn't
worried about a black family moving in.  I mean, it didn't cause me any
concern that they were black.  There is another black family a few doors on
down, and I never worried about them.  No!" she said forcefully.  "It's not
racial.  I would be scared if they were white or Hispanic, or Asian for
that matter.  They are mean and they scare me."

   "Well then, we'll have to do something about that, won't we?"

   "Thank you," she breathed.  "I'll pay you whatever you..."

   "No!  Friends don't expect payment.  At least not money.  I'll take it
out in trade." He laughed loudly.  "I wish you could see your face, Becky
Allen.  I meant that you can feed me supper, and I'll have a talk with the
neighbors from hell.  Relax, Becky," he said placing his huge hand over
hers.  "I have never forced myself on any woman.  I have never taken sex in
exchange for favors.  Not my style.  Let's have another cold beer, and
we'll go to your house.  Pizza's fine if you can't cook."

   "I can cook," she said.  "I love to cook, but it's not much fun to cook
for just myself."

   "When you undertake to feed me, you better plan on fixing for a crowd. I
have a pretty good appetite." ***

   "Nice place Becky Allen," he said looking at the house.  They were
standing in the front lawn.  "I love these old houses.  They have
character. I'm not sure if character is the word I want to use, but they
have something new houses don't have."

   "No, I think character is exactly the right word," Becky said.  "It
would break my heart to have to move, but if..." she let the sentence fade
away.  Viper nodded, because he knew what she meant.

   "I'll have to make sure that you won't need to move," he said.  "Is that
where they live?" he asked looking to the left side of the old home.

   "Yes, this is about the time the man, father, I assume, gets home.  The
boys usually wait until he gets home before they start anything.  Come on
in, and I'll see what I have to make supper."

   "Seriously, Becky," Viper said.  "You weren't expecting company.  You
said you had beer so let's order a pizza.  Maybe next time, if there is a
next time, you can show me how good a cook you are."

   "Okay, maybe that's best.  I don't have anything thawed.  Is a large
pizza enough?"

   "Sure, but what are you going to eat?" he teased following her into the
house.  ***

   "Hey white girl," a youthful voice called from the back yard.  "Come out
here and suck my dick."

   "That's the youngest son," Becky said.  She and Viper had finished the
pizza and were sitting at the kitchen table drinking a beer.  "I think they
call him Tad."

   "Hey Cunt, didn't you hear my brother?" another voice called.  "I got
some hard black cock for you to chew on.  If you suck me real good I might
just fuck you with it."

   "Go out on the back porch," Viper said.  "Let them see you, and then
come back in.  Leave the door open, and go right on into the living room.
You don't need to see this."

   Becky looked at him quizzically, but did as he asked.  There was enough
daylight left so that she could see the two young men standing in her back
yard.  She waited while she mentally counted to ten, turned, and went back
into the kitchen, leaving the door open.

   "Hey, man, she wants it," Viper heard a voice say.  He moved to a place
beside the refrigerator, out of sight of the backdoor.

   "Yeah, she does, and I guess we better go give it to her," The voice was
louder as they got close.  Viper could hear their footsteps on the wooden
floor of the porch.  "Hey white bitch, where are you hiding your pussy.  We
gonna fuck you 'til you can't see straight."

   Neither one saw Viper in the gloom of the unlighted kitchen as they past
him.  They were standing at the door from the kitchen to the hall,
apparently unsure how to proceed.

   "Hey, cunt, come on here and take your fuckin'," one called down the
darken hall.  It was then that Viper, moving with cat-like motion, closed
the backdoor and turned the kitchen light on.

   "What the...who the fuck are you?" the older boy demanded whirling
around to face Viper.

   "You're worst fucking nightmare," Viper said in a cool tone of voice. 
"This can go one of two ways.  Your choice."

   "What the hell you talkin' about," the older boy said his voice
trembling.  "Hey, man, we was just foolin' with her.  We'll just go on
home."

   "No," Viper barked.  "That is not one of the two ways.  You broke into a
lady's house, you threatened to rape her.  I am a witness to that.  One of
the ways is, you will go to jail.  The other way is, you will go to jail
after I beat the hell out of you." The younger of the two pulled a knife
out of his pocket, but in his haste he dropped it, then froze looking at
Viper, his eyes wide with fright.  "Pick it up," Viper said softly.  "You
think for one minute that I never had a pig sticker pulled on be before. 
Pick the fuckin' knife up, you simple minded asshole!" he bellowed.  "If
you got one, get it out and open it," he said to the older boy.

   "I don't carry no knife," the boy said his lip quivering.  "Don't touch
that knife, Tad." He said to his younger brother.  "Call the police," he
challenged Viper.  "Don't make me no difference.  We're juveniles so they
ain't going to do nothing to us."

   "Yeah, you're probably right," Viper agreed.  "Drop your pants, boys."

   "What the fuck you takin' about?' the older boy demanded.  "You some
kind of queer?" He backed up quickly as Viper advanced.  He stopped when he
reached the wall.  "Touch me and you go to jail!  I'll..." that was all he
got said before Viper slapped him with his open hand, sending him crashing
back against the wall with enough force to dislodge the wall clock.  That
stimulated the younger boy and he leaped for the back door, only to be
dragged back and slapped hard by Viper.  The younger landed on top of his
brother and Viper waited patently until they untangled and got to their
feet.

   "Drop your pants, and I won't tell you again," Viper snarled.  He was
having difficulty maintaining a threatening expression.  He had absolutely
no fear of the two kids.  When they got their pants down he directed them
to remove the belts.  When they got the belts out he told the youngest to
give the older boy ten licks with the belt.

   "You better put some effort into it, boy or I'll bust your ass for you,"
he said.  "Get to it." The youngster made a few half hearted swipes with
the belt.  "Boy, you better get with the program!" Viper barked.  "Hit that
little shit, and I mean hit him hard!"

   It wasn't long before the older boy's anger replaced the fear and
embarrassment.  When the younger hit his brother ten times that met Viper's
approval, he made them changes places.  The older was whipping the younger.
He needed no threats from Viper.  He administered ten hard blows while the
younger brother screamed and yelled threats against his brother.

   "Your ass hurting, Tadpole?" Viper yelled in his face.  "You want
another turn?"

   "Yes I do!" the blubbering youth said.

   "Okay, it's your turn, bust his ass for him." Viper encouraged.  By that
time both boys were hot and wild with pent up anger.  They went at each
other for nearly thirty minutes before Viper stopped them.  "Put your pants
back on," Viper said.  "You," he said pointing to the youngest.  "Go get
your old man.  Tell him I said if he isn't here in five minutes I'll come
and drag his ass out.  Run, you little shit!" The boy ran from the house
like the devil was on his heels.

   Three minutes later the father came rushing into the kitchen, a pistol
out in front of him.  He didn't spot Viper until he was hit on the side of
his head.  The pistol went one way and the man another.  Viper calmly
retrieved the weapon and unloaded it.  He put the gun on top of the counter
and the bullets in his pocket.  Then he retrieved the man.

   As beatings go it didn't amount to much.  Viper only used his fists
once, the rest of the time, he only used his open hand.  The remaining boy
watched his father, a man he had feared all his life, being manhandled and
beaten with apparent ease.

   Becky watched in horrified fascination from the door to the kitchen.  At
no time did Viper display any animosity toward the man or the boy.  It was
simply something that needed to be done and he was doing it.  When the man
stopped offering any resistance, Viper stopped and let the man regain his
composure, and then started the beating again.  Several times Becky started
to try to stop Viper, but each time she remembered the insults and the
nasty things the neighbor had said to her, she resisted the urge to
interfere.

   When he was satisfied that the man was thoroughly beaten, Viper stopped
smacking him around.  The man lay on the kitchen floor, bleeding from a
couple dozen places.  Viper had not even worked up a sweat.

   "Go get your ma," he told the totally frightened boy.  "Tell her to come
here, and to get her ass in gear."

   A few minutes the frightened woman stuck her head in the door.  When she
saw her husband laying on the floor, covered with blood she let out a long
loud wail.  Screaming 'Jerry' over and over again.

   "That's enough of that," Viper said.  She looked from the crumpled form
of her husband to Viper.  "Set down over there while we talk," he indicated
a chair.  When the woman was seated he said, "The woman who lives here is a
close personal friend of mine.  Don't look at that maggot, look at me!" he
snapped when her eyes drifted away from his.  "I will not have my friend
living next door to trash.  Therefore you will move out of that house, out
of this neighborhood, and out of this city.  You will take your piece of
shit husband, your evil spawn, and get out, and you will do it tonight. 
Know this, woman," he said taking her chin in his hand and leaning down to
within a few inches of her face.  "I do not give a shit where you go or
what you do.  You dared to tell my friend that you would stick your
diseased pussy in her beautiful face.  That alone is enough for me to kill
you.  If you and your miserable family are still within my reach when the
sun comes up tomorrow, I will kill all of you.  Do you hear me?" She
nodded. "Do you believe me?" She nodded again.  "Good.  Get that filth out
of this house, now."

   "He needs a doctor," the woman said.

   "Get on your feet, you worthless worm," Viper yelled at the laying man.
The man slowly got to his feet.  "I knew you were faking, you coward,"
Viper said with a cruel laugh.  "Did you hear what I told your whore?"

   "Yeah, man I heard you.  What about our stuff?  Our furniture and
things? We can't just go off and leave them.  Give us a break, brother."

   "Don't you dare call me a brother," Viper bellowed at the man, causing
him to cringe.  "You picked on a single woman and terrified her, and you
call me a brother?  I'll finish what I started," he took a step toward the
cowed man.

   "Viper, can't you let them get their things," Becky said from the door.
"What will that hurt?"

   "Oh my God," the woman said.  "You're Viper?"

   "Okay," Viper said.  "That kind and beautiful woman interceded for you.
I don't know why, but she did.  Leave the house tonight.  You can come back
tomorrow and get your shit.  You have until tomorrow night to be gone, but
that's it.  Not a minute longer."

   "Man, I didn't know you was a friend of hers," the man said through
puffy and bleeding lips as his wife helped him out of the house.  "I'm
sorry.  I'm..."

   "Get out while you still can!" Viper snapped.  "Do it without talking,
because I don't want to hear your whining." A few minutes later they heard
a car start and drive away.

   Becky got a pan of water and some rags and started cleaning up the blood
and other fluids the beating had produced.  Viper got a rag and helped her.
Neither spoke for several minutes.

   "You are a hard man, Viper," Becky finally said.  "A very hard man."

   "Yeah," he answered after a few moments.  "With people like that there
isn't any other way.  If I had gone over there and threatened them, it
might have worked, but maybe not.  They possibly would have tried to get
back at you.  Just for your information, he wasn't as bad off as he
looked."

   "I hope not," she said with a shaky laugh.  "They seemed to recognize
your name.  A threat might have served as well."

   "Yeah, we know that now, but we didn't know it before.  It's just his
bad luck, I guess." Viper was standing on a chair to reach some blood
splatters on the ceiling.  "I'm hungry again.  How about some desert?"

   "You have to be kidding me," she said.  "My stomach is doing flip-flops,
and you want to eat?"

   "Yeah, I'm sort of torn up too.  I think a hot fudge sundae is just the
thing to settle us down.  Maybe a milk shake to wash it down." ***

   "I'm having a lot of trouble understanding you," Becky said.  They were
sitting in a Dairy Queen.  She was licking an ice cream cone and Viper was
having a hot fudge sundae.  "You talk like an educated person and you seem
rational, yet you beat the hell out of that man and hardy changed
expressions.  Can you explain you to me?"

   He though a moment and shook his head.  "No, I don't think so.  I saw
something evil in all of them.  I was certain they posed a real threat to
you.  You saw how the two kids came right into your house.  That wasn't a
threat.  It became real, and also became time to stop it.  I undertook to
do just that in the only way I know, and the only way they understand.  I
made screwing around with you an unpleasant thing for them to do or even
consider.  Look, Becky, I'll admit I love to fight.  I always have, but I
didn't enjoy tonight.  There was no contest, therefore no fun.  Tonight was
business only."

   "That man, Jerry, I think his name is, he had a gun.  Didn't you think
he would come to my house with a weapon?"

   "I was certain he would, but it didn't matter if he did or not.  This is
good.  Do you want a bite?" She shook her head, then leaned forward and
took the spoonful of the gooey mess he offered.  "Was I too severe?  Yeah,
maybe I was, but I don't do things by half.  It didn't seem reasonable to
just piss them off.  Do I talk like an educated person?"

   "Yes," Becky said.  "You do, but when I heard you talking on the dock
you sounded like any other street hood.  That is good.  Another bite,
please." He gave her another spoon full of the sundae.  "So that indicates
that you're adaptable to the circumstances.  Where did you go to college?"

   "County jail," he answered smiling.  "I found myself incarcerated with
nothing much to do, so I took some courses.  I found that I like learning.
After I got out of the iron-bar hotel, I signed up for some night classes
at the university.  I still go occasionally when I have the time."

   "I, too go to night school," she said.  "Do you have a major?"

   "No, I just take the courses that interest me," he laughed.  "I'm not
big on setting goals for myself.  What are you studying?"

   "Law," she answered with a grin.  "At the rate I'm going, I'll be an
attorney in about fifteen years.  Viper, how sure are you that Jerry and
family won't come back tonight or the next night?"

   "Pretty sure," he answered.  "I'll sleep on your sofa tonight, and look
at the situation tomorrow.  I don't think they'll bother you again.  Look
on the bright side.  You are having one hell of an adventure.  You like
adventure don't you?" ***

   Rebecca Allen came awake slowly.  She became aware in small increments.
First she realized that sunlight was streaming in through the window. 
Second, she realized that she was not alone in the bed, and finally she
realized that she felt a sense of total contentment.  She lay still
thinking about the events of the preceding night.  The complete and total
beating of her neighbor, the talk she had with Viper at the DQ, and then
she thought about what happened next.

   She had not planned on, or even considered having sex with Viper.  After
they got back to her house, she got the linen out and made him a bed on the
sofa.  She looked at the bed and realized that he was much to big to fit on
the sofa.  She told him that he should sleep in her bed and she would take
the sofa.

   "If I sleep in your bed, I want you to be there, too," he said taking
her into his massive arms.  Suddenly she felt safe for the first time in
several weeks.  She offered no resistances when he leaned down and kissed
her.  It was a soft kiss to begin with, but quickly became a passionate
embrace.  She could feel his hardness jutting against her as his tongue
explored her mouth.  She felt herself getting wet.  Viper didn't break the
kiss as he effortlessly picked her up and carried her up to her bedroom. 
He set her down only long enough to remove her clothing and then his own.

   Becky smiled remembering how she felt when she saw his hard penis.  She
remembered a sudden jolt of fear at the shear size of it.  She recalled
that he had been a gentle lover.  He performed oral sex on her and she
loved it.  She had a couple of small orgasms as he nipped and tongued her
vagina.  She chuckled softly when she remembered trying to return the
favor. She could get his huge member in her mouth, but her jaw started to
cramp after a few minutes of that.  When he entered her, it was
uncomfortable, but only briefly.  He was slow and gentle until she became
used to his immense size.  Only one word described what he did to her.  He
fucked her long and hard.  He did it over and over again.  Becky wasn't
sure when it began, but at some point she began to climax again and again.
She now knew what Missy had been talking about.  Those mind blowing orgasms
with lights, bells, and whistles.

   "You're awake," she heard her guest say.  She felt him stir beside her

   "No, I'm not," she said giggling.  "I'm still asleep and dreaming." She
felt his large hand enfold her breast and his fingers tweaking her nipple,
which immediately spiked into a hard as stone point.  "Ah, that feels
good," she said rolling over to face him.  "Thank you," she whispered.

   "You are welcome," he said kissing the tip of her nose.  "Thank you.."
His hand trailed down across her flat stomach and found the moist crevasse
between her legs.  He brought her to a quick climax with his fingers and
then mounted her, sliding his huge cock in her slowly until all nine and a
quarter inches were embedded in her.  "You like that Becky Allen?  Do you
like the feel of my cock in your cunt?"

   "Oh God, yes!" she said.

   "Do you want me to fuck you?"

   "Yes, please do," she murmured.

   "Tell me you want me to fuck your white pussy with my black cock," he
insisted.

   "Yes!  Yes, fuck my white pussy with your black cock.  Make me come,
Viper.  I want to come again and again."

   He started to slowly pump his cock in and out of her and steadily
increased the tempo until he had her screaming in passionate delight as his
glistening ebony rod probed her innermost depths.  She could feel his cock
hitting her cervix, but she didn't care.  It wasn't so painful that the
over-riding pleasure couldn't conquer.  She had a massive climax, complete
with star-bursts.

   Viper withdrew and rolled her over to her knees and slammed his cock
into her from behind.  The moment he bottomed out she had another enormous
orgasm and squealed out in her excitement.

   "I'm going to come," he said with a grunt.  "I'm going to fill your cunt
with my juice.  Are you ready, little one?"

   "Yes, give it to me, fill my cunt up with your come." She went into a
series of orgasms and finally slumped down onto the bed, completely worn
out.  She dozed with him still laying on her back, his semi-soft cock still
in her.

   When Becky awoke the next time she was alone in the bed.  She glanced at
the clock and had a moment of panic that she was late for work.  Then she
remembered that it was Saturday.  She rolled over and put her hand on her
sperm soaked pussy.  Come still dribbled out of her.  'Got to change the
sheets,' she thought, swinging her legs over the side of the bed.  She
managed to get to the bathroom and get the shower running.  She wondered
where Viper had gone, or if he had gone.  She noticed that her breasts were
covered with love bite marks and her nipples were very tender.  She laughed
out loud as she basked in the hot shower.

   "Hey, are you going to stay in there all day?" Viper's voice said
through the shower door.  "You are going to look like a giant albino prune
if you don't come on out pretty soon."

   "Good morning," Becky called back.  "I thought you had left."

   "Naw, I did borrow your car to go to the store.  I have bacon, sausage,
and the eggs are ready to cook, and the coffee is made.  How do you want
your eggs?"

   "Fried, over easy," she said.  "I'll be down in ten minutes or less."

   "Okay, but there is no need to get dressed.  I'll want to fuck you after
you eat.  Maybe while you eat." His crude use of the word 'fuck' brought a
shiver of joyful anticipation to Becky.  She knew he was right.  'making
love' didn't describe the sex they had, fucking did.  She dried off and put
an oversize tee shirt on and hurried down to the kitchen.  She found Viper
standing in front of the stove, a spatula in hand.

   "There is just no end of your talents, is there?" she said pouring a cup
of coffee.

   "I like to cook," he admitted.  "I considered trying to find work as a
short order cook, but the freight job came up first.  I don't claim to be a
good cook, but I can fry an egg.  You look good enough to eat," he added
looking at her carefully.

   "Thank you kind sir," she said laughing.  "I do have a question...what
was it you said about not accepting sex for favors?"

   "Yeah, I lied about that.  I'm a man, and a man will take pussy anytime
he can get it." He took the eggs out of the pan, put them on a plate and
handed it to her.  "Eat up, Becky Allen.  You will need your strength."

   "I'll need to workout for a week, the way I've been eating," she said
digging into the breakfast.

   "I'll give you a workout in just a little while," he said grinning at
her.  He sat down at the table.  "Any regrets?" he asked.

   "No, not a one," she answered honestly.  She looked at him and said
seriously, "I've had sex before, but nothing I've ever done prepared me for
what you and I did."

   "What you and I did was fuck," he said bluntly.  "Nothing but pure, old
fashion, down and dirty fucking.  I have to tell you, I thought you would
be a good fuck, but you surprised me.  You, Becky Allen, are a great fuck."

   Becky ducked her head and hurriedly finished her meal.  She felt a silly
and perhaps foolish sense of pride in his complement.  She wanted, or maybe
she felt driven to be a great fuck for Viper.

   The rest of the morning and into the afternoon they coupled in almost
every room in her house.  They tried every position that a man and a woman
can get into.  All were fun, and some were just wonderful.  About
mid-afternoon, Viper went next door to watch the moving truck pull away
from the house.  He smiled to himself when one of the boys waved at him as
the car followed the truck down the street.  He hurried back to report the
departure of her neighbors to Becky only to find her laying naked on the
couch, her legs spread wide.

   "Where have you been, my stud?" she asked, toying with her clit.  "Me
and my pussy were getting lonely." She made herself blush.  She had never
been this wanton before.  She was acting like a slut, and she didn't care
that she was.

   "Damn girl, what the hell have you become?  A nymphomaniac?  You are
going to kill me with your demands.  Oh, by the way, your neighbors have
left the neighborhood."

   "Good," she said smiling, "Now bring little Viper over here and get to
work."

   The fucking continued that afternoon and night, and until the wee hours
of the morning.  Sunday morning they coupled within a few seconds of
wakening.  Becky took Viper to his home late Sunday afternoon.  When she
got back to her house, she made a half-hearted attempt to straighten up,
but finally gave it up as a worthless endeavor.  She fell into her bed
while the sun was still shining and slept the sleep of the dead until the
alarm woke her on Monday morning.  ***

   "Oh my God!" Missy said the moment she saw Becky at the coffee maker. 
"You got some, didn't you?"

   "What on earth are you talking about?" she said walking away from the
petit woman.

   "Don't even try to pretend you didn't," Missy said following her to her
cubical.  "You got some peter over the weekend.  How was it?  Never mind, I
can see it in your eyes.  You got a good fuck didn't you?  Come on Becky,
tell Missy all the details.  I have to get sex vicariously these days, so
start talking."

   "It was wonderful," Becky said.  "Nothing in my experience...even my
wildest fantasies, to compare it to."

   "How big was he?' Missy asked.

   "Twenty-three point five centimeters long and about fifteen centimeters
around," Becky said with a straight face.

   "No fooling?" Missy said.  "That don't tell me much.  Knock off the
metric crap and tell me in English," She looked at Becky "Ohhh, you fucked
the big black dude, didn't you?  Nine and...something long.  Was it really
that big?  Did you measure it?"

   "Yes, I did and yes it is," Becky said laughing merrily.  "Every
glorious nine and a quarter inches of him.  Now, Miss Smarty Pants, I can
tell you a thing or two about orgasms with flashing lights and bells." She
told Missy about her weekend.

   "Are you kidding me?  He beat the crap out of your neighbor and made
them move away?" Missy said, her eyes big.  "Wow, that's something else. 
So you repaid him with a piece of tail, huh?"

   "Actually a lot of tail," Becky said, her face flaming red.  "I couldn't
begin to tell you how many times we did it.  Friday night, all day
Saturday, Saturday night and Sunday morning.  At least a hundred times, but
it could have been more.  Viper didn't get completely soft even when he was
sleeping.  God, I can't believe I'm telling you this."

   "It's too damned good to keep to yourself," Missy said smiling.  "I'm
jealous of you, Becky Allen.  In fact I think I hate you.  Go away and
leave me alone."

   "This is my desk," Becky said giggling.  "Don't hate me, be happy for
me."

   "Is it true love or true lust?" Missy teased.

   "I don't think Viper is a falling-in-love type of man.  I'd have to put
this in the lust category." She laughed.  "Wonderful, glorious, mind
shattering lust."

   "Are you planning on seeing him again?"

   "I have to," Becky said.  "I'm addicted to little Viper.  I have to have
some more of it."

   "Now that I'm between husbands, I think you should share that hunk with
your friend, Missy.  I'll see you later."

   Becky didn't answer because she wasn't sure if Missy was kidding or not.
She was willing to share the wealth, but not anytime soon.

   PART TWO

   The relationship between Viper and Becky was comfortable, casual, and
even friendly.  He came to her house for the first few weeks of the
relationship.  He wanted to be sure that the neighbors were no threat to
her.  He found out that they had not left the city, but he didn't pursue
it. He made sure they knew he knew where they were.  One Friday afternoon
he came to her house and told her to pack a few things.

   "Okay, where are we going?" she asked.

   "It's time you came to me.  Besides, you need to see my place.  Bring
something sexy to wear when we go out."

   "There's a problem with that," she said.  "I don't have anything sexy.
Super casual or work clothes is all I own."

   "We need to do something about that, don't we?  In the meanwhile, let's
see what you have that we can work with." He found a black cocktail dress
that was hanging in the far reaches of her closet.  One of the thin straps
was torn loose.  "I need black thread and a needle," he told her.

   "You sew, too?" she asked, astonished.

   "Honey, I grew up without anybody to sew for me.  I taught myself to
work a needle and thread.  I took..."

   "Yeah, I know," she said laughing.  "You took a course." She left and
returned with the sewing box.  She watched, in awe, as he deftly threaded
the needle and quickly repaired the strap.  "I can't imagine anyone
laughing at you for taking a sewing course.  Weren't you worried about your
image?"

   "Image?  Hell, I'm a man and I know it.  I really could care less what
anybody else thinks.  You're right though, I didn't hear the first snicker.
If I had the time and a dress pattern, I could make you a dress." He gave
the thin strap a couple of tugs.  "There, that should do the trick.  Try it
on," he said handing her the dress.  When she slipped it on, he said." lose
the bra."

   "I can't," she protested, "I'll fall out of this thing.  It's a little
small anyway." When he insisted, she tried to arrange her breasts in the
dress.  "See, my boobs are almost hanging out."

   "That's the way I want you," he said smiling.  "I want every man who
sees you to wonder if he's going to get a treat.  I want to show you off
tonight and this dress will do fine.  Maybe tomorrow I'll take my cock out
of you long enough to go shopping and get you some fine duds."

   "By fine duds you mean..."

   "Slut rags," he finished.  "You are my slut aren't you?"

   She didn't answer him, but she knew the answer to his question.  It was
time to admit it, if only to herself.  She was his slut, plain and simple.
He brought the subject up again on the way to his apartment

   "My slut?" he asked.  She nodded her head.  "My slut to fuck anytime I
want to?" Again she nodded, this time looking at him.  "Good," he said. 
"You are my fuck slut, and you fuck when I say so and who I say to fuck."

   "I don't understand that last part.  Are you saying you want me to have
sex with other men?"

   "Yes, when I say so," he answered.  "You have come a long way, but there
are still other wonderful things you have to experience."

   "Such as?"

   "You need to experience ass fucking," he said.  "I'm too big for your
first time.  You wouldn't like it and neither would I.  Have you ever been
fucked in your ass?" She nodded slowly.  She told him that a boyfriend did
her butt, once.  "I gather that because you only did it once, you didn't
like it?"

   "No, not exactly," she told him.  "We broke up shortly after that.  Not
that it was all that good, but I didn't mind it either.  What else do I
need to experience?"

   "Two men at the same time," he answered.  They were parked beside his
building.  "Come on in.  Be nice, because I did this place myself.  I'm
kinda proud of it."

   Becky was surprised by the shear size of his apartment.  Except for the
huge bathroom it was all open.  The large room was forty feet by nearly
sixty feet.  Furniture was arranged to divide the areas.  The walls were
cover by poster size photos of men and women in a wide variety of sex acts.
Two men and three men with one woman.  Two women and one man, two women and
several men, and a few with just two women.  The photos were both black and
white and color.

   "First thing I want you to do is take off your clothes," Viper said. 
"The first time I saw you on the loading dock, I pictured you in my mind,
walking around my apartment naked.  I want to see the reality."

   "You want me to strip and stroll around the room?" she asked with a
widening smile.  "Like you pictured me?" He nodded.  "Okay, you got it."
She quickly dispensed with her shorts and blouse.  Bra and panties were
next .  She started her walk, aware that his eyes were devouring her as she
moved.  She examined the photos as she walked and she noticed there was one
space near the center of the great room that had no photos.

   "What goes there?" she asked.

   "Your pictures," he answered as a matter of fact.  "What do you think of
my place?"

   "It...it's...well great," she said.  "It must cost a bundle to heat and
air condition."

   "It ain't cheap," he said.  "What do you think of my workshop?" he
asked, pointing to a super sized bed.

   "It's plenty big," she answered.  She looked past the giant bed to the
bar.  "Where on earth did you find that bar?  It's an antique." She was
looking at a long, gleaming mahogany bar along one wall

   "It 's over a hundred years old," he said proudly.  "They were getting
ready to tear down an old tavern over on Greenway Street.  A friend heard
about it and I got the bar free.  It cost a pile to get the bar moved in
here.  I had to hire a crane, and we had to take out two of the big
windows. I even got the old brass spittoons, so if you feel like a chew, go
right ahead." He laughed.  "It took me and three other niggers two weeks to
refinish it."

   "I though we weren't supposed to use the N word," she said, looking
shocked.

   "You probably shouldn't use it," he said.  "Frankly, it don't bother me,
but some African-Americans get mighty offended.  You got to be careful
where and when you say nigger.  For example, no brother's going to be
offended if you waltz up to him and whisper that you want some of his
nigger dick, or if you scream out to 'fuck that nigger dick in my white
ass'.  Things like that."

   "I see," she said smiling and leaning into him.  "So if I say, 'Viper, I
sure would like it if you shoved your nigger cock in my lily white cunt,'
that would be all right?"

   "Absolutely, but only if you want my nigger cock in your lily white
cunt," he said laughing and pulling her toward the giant bed.  "Come on
Slut, time for you to get fucked."

   He carried her to the bed and rolled her over so that she landed on her
hands and knees.  He took her in that way.  His large black cock ramming
into her with a fury of passion.  Becky groaned and shrieked as he plowed
into her.

   After the hot session they lay on the bed, arms and legs askew and
waited for their heavy breathing to subside.  "You were a great fuck from
the git-go," Viper said.  "You are getting better all the time."

   "Thanks," she said.  "I try to please." She paused then said, "I was
wondering about what you said.  You know, about me screwing other men?  How
does that work?  I mean, what do you get out of it?  I'm a little confused
because it doesn't seem...normal, I guess."

   "I am very fond of you, Becky Allen," Viper said rolling over onto his
side so that he could see her face.  "I'm not in love with you, so don't
make that mistake.  And you are not in love with me.  We have a mutual
attraction for each other that's centered around sex.  You like what I do
for you, and I like what you do for me.  Do you understand?"

   "Of course," she answered.  "I am not in love with Viper, the man.  I'm
in love with Little Viper.  I do love this wonderful thing." She was slowly
stroking his cock.  "Go on, please.  Explain the sharing to me."

   "I want to see just how far I can expand your sexual horizons," Viper
said.  "I want you to have every sexual experience that we can find for
you." He smiled down at her.  "I said I was fond of you.  That's not
exactly the feeling I have for you, but I'm not sure how to explain it.  I
feel protective for sure.  I'll not let anything happen to you that will
hurt you." He laughed softly.  "Of course when Needle Dick shoves his cock
in your ass it may hurt for a few minutes."

   "You know someone named Needle Dick?" she asked laughing.  "How quaint."

   "Quaint, he ain't," Viper said grinning.  "He's not very big around, but
he's long, and he loved to stick it in white women's ass.  Anyway my point
is, nothing will hurt you while you're with me.  That's my promise."

   "I know you will take care of me," she said snuggling against him.  "You
always do."

   "Now, pretty lady," he said.  "Let's get most of you into that dress and
go tease some guys.  I'm getting hungry." ***

   "This is good barbecue," Becky said.  They were at an establishment that
was off the beaten track which specialized in pit barbecue.  "I didn't even
know this place was here."

   "Black folks don't like to share their eatin' places," Viper said.  "Of
course, you being a black man's slut is different.  I don't mind you
knowin', but you don't be telling your yuppie friends about it." Becky
noticed that his manner of speaking had changed abruptly when they entered
the restaurant.  Now he was a black man in a world of black people, and she
was the only white person in the room.  When he said 'black man's slut' she
was aware that several people looked at her.

   "Viper, I don't think those people over there in the corner heard you
say I was your slut," she whispered.

   He laughed, "Do you know anyone here?  I don't think so.  Don't worry
about what a bunch of strangers think.  You didn't seem to be ashamed of
being my slut when I had your little white cunt full of hard black cock a
little while ago."

   "I'm not ashamed," she stammered.  "But I'd just as soon not announce it
to the world, if you don't mind.  It's bad enough that I'm sitting here
with half my boobs hanging out."

   "Yeah baby," he said giving her a leer.  "They look mighty good, too. 
After we get done here, we'll go out to a club and we can dance and see how
much will come out of that dress then."

   "I can hardly wait," she muttered.  "You like showing off your white
girl, don't you?"

   "'Deed I do," he said.  "We'll meet up with Ron at the club."

   "Who's Ron?"

   "Buddy of mine.  Ronald Meeks but he don't get called Ronald much."
Viper said.  "We grew up together.  Good man, too.  You gonna like Ron, and
he's goina love you.  He likes fucking white women almost as much as I do.
He'll have his cock in you before this night is through, you can count on
that.  More adventure, huh?" His comments disturbed Becky, but she felt
herself beginning to get moist.  ***

   The club was called The Lions Den.  It was a fairly large place and a
hard rock band was trying to make up for their lack of musical ability with
volume.

   "The rock band will leave in a little while and we'll get some good
rhythm and blues," Viper said.  He seemed to be well known, because
everybody smiled, nodded or shook hands with him.  The men gave Becky a
close scrutiny and apparently liked what they saw.  "There come ol' Ron."
Viper waved at another big man.  Ron was almost as large as Viper only a
few inches shorter and a few pounds lighter.

   "This must be Becky," Ron Said looking down at the seated woman "Man,
you didn't exaggerate like you usually do.  She is a fox.  Hi, I'm Ron," he
said leaning down and kissing her on the lips, like they had know each
other for a long time.  The band had changed and a four piece combo was
hammering out an old Ray Charles tune.  "Come on Foxy lady, let's dance,"
the newcomer said taking her hand.

   Becky felt self-conscious for a few minutes trying to dance and make
sure her breasts stay inside the low cut dress.  After a few minutes she
stopped worrying about her boobs and enjoyed the dancing.  Ron was a
graceful dancer, and he turned and moved her so that she looked good on the
dance floor.  When the faster song ended the combo went right into a slower
number and Ron gathered her up in a sensuous slow dance.

   "Hmm, you smell good," Becky said, her face against his hard chest. 
"What do you have on?"

   "I have a hard-on, but I didn't think you could smell it," Ron answered
laughing.  "You smell good, too.  You getting' pretty used to black cock?"
Taken back by his blunt manner, Becky just nodded.  "Viper, said you are a
super fuck," Ron went on undaunted.  "I'm sure lookin' forward to getting'
my cock in you.  He said you was a good cock sucker, too." Becky was glad
she could hide her face against his chest.  She knew she had to be
blushing. Never in a million years would she have pictured herself in a
predominantly black club, in the arms of a black man, being talked to like
that.  Never.  She was both appalled and stimulated, embarrassed and
excited, hesitant and anxious for the adventure.  She became aware that Ron
had taken his hand from her back and was rubbing the side of her nearly
exposed breast.

   When the music stopped, Ron escorted her back to the table where Viper
waited.  Viper was wearing a huge grin.

   "Looks like you enjoyed the dance," he said to Ron.  "Or did you forget
to take the hanger out when you put your pants on?"

   "Damned slut could give a corpse a hard on," Ron said unembarrassed that
his erection was plainly visible.  "Let's get her to a place where we can
fuck the shit out of her."

   "Suites me," Viper said.  "How about you, Becky Allen?  You 'bout ready
for a couple black cocks?" She nodded, keeping her head down.  "Come on,
say it."

   "I'm ready," she murmured.  Both Viper and Ron laughed.

   ***

   Neither Viper nor Ron wasted a moment after they got to Viper's
apartment.  The slinky black dress was removed from Becky and tossed onto
the floor and she was quickly sandwiched between the two men.  She could
feel their hardness poking her from the front and her back.  Within moments
she was wet and ready to be the possession of two black men.  To be taken
by them, to be fucked.

   Where Viper had usually been gentle with her breasts, Ron took great
delight in being rough.  Especially her nipples.  He pulled and pinched
them hard, and Becky found she like the forceful treatment he gave her
breasts.  Ron made her come by just abusing her nipples.  That had never
happen with any man before.

   Ron was the first to penetrate her pussy.  While he sat on the couch,
she climbed on him and slid his cock in her.  She rode him hard until she
had a blinding orgasm.

   Viper lifted her off of Ron and carried her to the bed and without any
ceremony he mounted her and fucked her hard.  She had two more big climaxes
with Viper.  After all the time with Viper, Becky discovered she could
reach climax easier than she ever had.

   "Suck me hard again." Viper commanded laying on his back.  "Give ol' Ron
another shot at that pussy."

   "Ohhh God!" Becky screamed loudly as Ron entered her from behind.  She
was on her knees, sucking Vipers stiffing cock.  She had finally learned to
suck him without getting cramps in her jaw.  Ron's hard thrust caused her
head to go even lower and she was nearly at the gag point.

   "Man, that is some tight pussy." Ron observed as he drove his black cock
in and out of her.  "She may be the one."

   "May be," Viper agreed.  "I'm thinking she is, but we'll have to wait
and see.  She seems to like black cock, that's for sure.  Fuck her hard,
Ron, the slut likes it hard and fast.  Don't you Becky?"

   'Yes," she answered taking her mouth from his cock to answer.  "Hard...
and fast...  or easy and ...slow...oh, fuck!  I'm coming!" She looked at
Viper.  "Can I say it?"

   "Say it."

   "Fuck that nigger cock in me, Ron!" she gasped.  "Put some nigger come
in my cunt!" Ron laughed and a few minutes later he did dump a load of come
in her.  Fifteen minutes after that, Viper dumped a large load in her.  It
was well after two o'clock in the morning when the two men let her take a
shower and rest from the continuous fucking.  When she got out of the
shower, they started fucking her again.  Ron and Viper fucked her until she
slipped into a deep sleep.  It was nearly daylight when she went to sleep.
She lay between the two giants, a contented smile on her lips, come leaking
from her sore and abused pussy.  ***

   Becky Allen sat alone at a picnic table on the patio just outside her
office.  Not many people took advantage of the outdoor area in the summer
months.  There was no shade provided, and the noonday sun got very hot.  On
this Monday noon, it was overcast and not as warm as normal, but she was
still alone.

   "Ten bucks for your thoughts," a woman's voice said beside her.

   "Ten bucks?  I thought it was 'a penny' for my thoughts?"

   "Used to be," Missy Peterson said sitting down across the table from her
friend.  "Inflation, you know.  Besides you looked so thoughtful that I
figured ten dollars was a bargain."

   "I was just thinking that I'm changing into someone else," Becky said.
"Changing right before my own eyes."

   "Could be that you are simply reinventing Becky Allen," Missy said. 
"Then again, change isn't necessarily a bad thing.  Do you like the new
you?"

   "Yes, sometimes I do," Becky admitted.  "This past weekend was...well,
it was different." Becky told Missy about the club and the events that
happened later.

   "Oh my God," Missy said her eyes bright.  "Two of them?  You are one
lucky girl, Becky Allen."

   "Then on Saturday," Becky went on, "I didn't even wake up until nearly
noon.  They had worn me out.  When I managed to get my ravaged body out of
bed and to the shower I realized just how sore I was.  Happy, satisfied,
but sore.  They had me into positions I don't think the human body is
supposed to get in.  After I washed all the sperm off I got into Vipers hot
tub and managed to soak most of the soreness out.  Viper was gone
somewhere, but Ron was there.  He got into the tub with me and we talked a
long time.  He told me some things about Viper I didn't know."

   "Like what?" Patty prompted.

   "For one thing, Viper owns that whole building.  All four stories of it.
His apartment is on the second floor and the rest is storage.  He rents out
space, and I don't know what's actually stored there.  Another thing, Viper
was a gang leader when he was younger.  That's where he and Ron met.  I'm
having to read between the lines on some of this," she said.  "Apparently,
the old gang is now a company of entrepreneurs.  I can't even guess at what
all they may be into.  I don't think I want to guess.  The only thing that
Ron said was that they don't have anything to do with dope.  Ron said Viper
was violently opposed to narcotics.  He doesn't allow any of
his...associates, I guess you would call them, to have anything to do with
illegal drugs.  I did get the impression that Viper wasn't opposed to
smoking a joint now and then."

   "Go on," Patty encouraged.  "What else?"

   "After we got out of the hot tub He took me around the room and
described some of the photographs on the wall.  He made sure to point out
the ones he was in.  Ron told me the names of some of the woman, all were
white women, by the way.  Later after the photo tour, I fixed Ron and I
some lunch.  Viper has a well stocked kitchen and pantry.  Patty, have you
ever been with two men at the same time?"

   Surprised at the abrupt change in the conversation, Patty nodded.  "Yes
I have," she said.

   "Have you ever made it with a black man?" Becky asked.

   "Yes, a couple of times.  My first husband was a certified voyeur.  He
liked to watch me with other men, and he brought black men home a few
times."

   "Double penetration?"

   "Yes, several times."

   "Do you like it?  Double penetration, I mean?"

   "Oh hell yes," Patty answered with a laugh.  "Love it.  Why do you ask?"

   "I got doubled," Becky said.  "Sometime mid-afternoon on Saturday, Viper
came home with a man they called Needle Dick Viper had warned me that they
would want to screw my butt, and that's exactly what Needle Dick did.  They
used a lot of lube and while Viper and Ron watched and held my legs, Dick,
dicked my ass.  It wasn't a lot of fun to begin with but, lo and behold, I
climaxed while he did me.  After Dick fucked my ass, Ron took a turn and
then later Viper did me.  Later Ron and Viper doubled up on me.  Ron in my
butt and Viper in my pussy."

   "Did you like it?" Patty asked.

   "Yes, I did.  I loved it," Becky said.  "I really got off while they
screwed me that way.  Once while they were in me, I sucked Needle Dick off.
They called it making me airtight."

   "Becky Allen, I'm beginning to take a dislike to you.  You had three
cocks this weekend and I had none, unless you count my dildo.  You are a
selfish girl."

   "More selfish than you know," Becky said.  "Before the night was over, I
had five black cocks.  Ron went and got two more men, and they had me pull
a train.  Do you know what that is?" Patty shook her head.  "I took on all
five guys one right after the other.  I sucked them, and I fucked them one
at a time and later they fucked me in groups.  I had a gangbang, Patty. 
Me, little naïve, Becky Allen, had a black gangbang."

   "And you hated every minute of it?" Patty teased.  "You stingy bitch. 
I'll bet you didn't even think about calling me, did you?"

   "No, I didn't think about calling anybody.  I was too busy to think, but
I do wish you could have been there, Patty."

   "I could have been," Patty said.  "So, that's the new Becky Allen you
were thinking so hard about.  I know I envy her, but what do you think
about her?"

   "I'm not sure," Becky admitted.

   "So that was Friday and Saturday night.  What happened Sunday?"

   "Viper took me home about noon on Sunday.  I went to bed and slept until
the alarm when off this morning."

   "And still you didn't think about me?  You are not only a stingy girl,
you wasted a whole day sleeping.  I don't want to be friends with you
anymore."

   "I told Ron about you," Becky said.  "He asked me if I knew any little
white women who wanted black cock.  I didn't tell him your name of course,
but I described you.  He wants to meet you."

   "Okay, I'm reconsidering our status," Missy said.  "We seem to be
getting somewhere now.  Tell me about him.  Is he hung like your Viper?"

   "Almost as big," Becky said.  "he a little rougher than Viper."

   "Good, I like them rough," Patty said.  "Hey, where are you going?"

   "Lunch break is over," Becky said laughing at her excited friend.  "I'll
get you two together sometime this week, count on it.  Is this a good week
for you?"

   "Honey, any week is a good week for me." Patty said hurrying to catch up
with Becky.  "I had that monthly problem taken care of three years ago with
surgery.  You say when, and I'll say okay."

   PART THREE

   One afternoon in late June, Becky was surprised to find Ron sitting on
her front porch.  Apparently he was waiting on her to come home from work.

   "Hi Ron." She greeted him.  "This is your lucky day.  Help me unload the
groceries and I'm sure you'll find a case of beer in there, too."

   "Always glad to help out a pretty lady," he said.  It took both of them
two trips to get all the things into the house.

   She got a mug out of the freezer and poured him a glass of beer.  "Not
that I'm not happy to see you," she said as she put away the perishables.
"But I am surprised to see you this early in the week."

   "Viper told me to come see you.  He wants you to stay away from his
place for a while.  There seems to be a spot of bother," he added with a
terrible British accent.

   "What kind of bother?" she asked concerned.

   "I don't know if we told you about Lydel or not, but he's the leader of
the Hellers.  Okay, I can see by that blank look, you don't know what I'm
talking about.  The Hellers are a gang, and they've been trying to get into
our turf for a long time.  They run dope and you know Viper don't want
nothing to do with that shit.  Anyway, Lydel is the leader and for the last
couple of months he's been pushing in on us.  He's a bad dude and his gang
ain't nothing to write home about either.  Word on the street is Lydel has
put a bounty on Viper, and Viper wants you to stay the hell away until he
can get a handle on the problem."

   "Okay," Becky said slowly.  "Why didn't Viper come tell me himself? 
What are you not telling me, Ron?"

   "Ah, I guess it won't hurt to tell.  Viper got hurt," he said.  "Not
much, but some," he added hurriedly, seeing the look of alarm on his face.
"Couple of them assholes shot at us last night.  Viper took a bullet in his
upper back.  They didn't even keep him in the emergency room but a couple
of hours.  He's hurtin' some today, so that's why I'm here instead of him.
It ain't no big deal."

   "Bullshit!" Becky snapped.  "Getting shot is a big deal, Ron."

   "Yeah, for most people," Ron said.  "You might want to go ahead and put
that frozen stuff in the freezer.  Hell, Becky, you've seen the scars on
him.  This ain't the first time he's been shot.  It won't take but a few
days for him to be back to normal, then we'll root the Hellers out, and
everything will be back to how it used to be.  Viper just didn't want you
to get involved."

   "You think they would hurt me?" Becky asked getting back to putting the
things away.  "Are they that mean?"

   "Mean?" Ron said with a snort.  "Lydel passed mean back when her was
just a little kid.  He's a nasty, malicious, vicious son of a bitch, and
yes, he would hurt you without giving it a minute's thought.  Rumor is he
raped and killed his half sister a few years ago.  He ran his mother out of
town and if she hadn't run, he'd have killed her, too.  He don't hesitate
to do things that even a psycho wouldn't do.  Now get that worried look off
your face.  He don't know anything about you, so you'll never even see
him."

   "What does he look like?" Becky said.  "I want to know what to look out
for, anyway."

   "He's a big man," Ron said.  "'Bout as big as Viper and me.  He wears
his hair in a mess of dreadlocks.  His mother is black, I guess.  I never
saw her, but that's what they say.  His father is supposed to he some kind
of bad-ass Caribbean Indian.  That may be why Lydel's got yellow eyes.  You
know, like a tiger's eyes.  The prick's got a scar down one side of his
face, from his forehead to the tip of his chin.  You never see him by his
self.  Always got two or three guys with him.  Some of the time he's got
one of his milk cows with him."

   "Milk cows?  Real cows?"

   "No, he keeps at least one of his whores where they are giving milk. 
Lydel sucks their milk out.  Lacerating or something like that."

   "Lactating," Becky corrected.  "That certainly is odd."

   "Yeah it is.  They say he keeps one at the table when he's eating so he
can get milk directly from the tits."

   "That would make his welcome at the better restaurants questionable, I
would think," Becky said.  "I don't think I've ever heard anything so
bizarre.  I wonder why he does that?"

   "He tells everybody that's the reason he's so strong," Ron said with a
laugh.  "Maybe he's on to something.  I should get me a milk cow.  I like
to suck titties, and even if I didn't get stronger it would be fun.  What
do you think?"

   "I really don't know, Ron," Becky said laughing.  "So how long is this
going to take?"

   "Couple of days, probably," he answered.  "In the mean while I'll stick
around here close to you, if you don't mind the company"

   "I certainly don't mind the company, Ron," Becky said.  "You are always
welcome in my house.  Are you hiding out or are you protecting me?"

   "Both, if you want to know the truth.  Viper just wanted to make sure
you were all right.  and I needed someplace to hang for a few days until
Viper gets back on his feet.  He figures that Lydel won't be out here in
the burbs looking for any of the brothers.  He grinned, " maybe you can get
that little woman you was tellin' me about.  This sounds like a good time
to meet and greet, don't you think?"

   "Maybe," Becky agreed.  "I'll give her a call in a little while.  Ron,
are you sure Viper is okay?"

   "He's fine.  Like I said, he just sore and stiff, but he'll be fine in a
few days.  Hell, you can't hurt Viper with a choppin' axe."

   "Okay," she said, the concern still plainly evident.  "I'm going to go
shower and change out of my work clothes.  Make yourself at home."

   "You want some company in the shower?" he yelled as she went up the
stairs.

   "Sure, why not?" she called back.  She laughed to herself.  Ron was
always good company and a great fuck.  It seemed a shame to waste the water
on just one person.  She set her concern for Viper aside as Ron ran up
behind her and grabbed a handful of her butt cheeks.

   After a warm and fun shower, Ron fucked Becky on the bed.  During that,
Becky realized how vocal she had become.  She didn't recall ever yelling
and screaming with any of her white lovers, but yelling, screaming, moaning
and whispering encouragement was now normal and natural to her.  Until the
day she met Viper, she never thought the word 'fuck', now it was a very
well used part of her vocabulary.

   She had intended on calling Patty early to see if she wanted to come
meet Ron, but with Ron's big cock plowing in her, she put the call on the
back burner.  While she eagerly anticipated seeing Ron with Patty, it would
just have to wait until she was through with Ron.  She didn't get around to
making the call until nearly seven o'clock.

   "Hi Patty," Becky said into the phone.  "I have Ron here with me.  Want
to meet him tonight?"

   "I'm on my way," Patty said.  "I though you forgot about me." She hung
up without waiting for a response from Becky.  She arrived in less than
fifteen minutes.

   "Well hello," Ron said giving the petit woman a close examination. 
"Ain't you a pretty little thing."

   "Hello yourself," Patty responded giving the big black man an equally
close look.  "You are big, aren't you?"

   "Pretty good size," Ron said.  "Becky tells me you have jungle fever."

   "I've always preferred dark meat," Patty said.

   "That's gonna work out real good.  I've always like pocket pussy.  You
know, a woman I could carry around in my pocket?  What'ch got under that
shirt?"

   Patty, maintaining eye contact proceeded to show him.  All three of them
were in Becky's living room.  Patty took off her shirt and tossed it onto
the couch.  She wasn't wearing a bra and she didn't need one.  Her breasts
were cone shaped with large puffy nipples.  Even Becky was impressed.

   "What do you think big boy?" Parry said sticking her chest out.  "See
anything you like?"

   "Indeed I do," Ron responded.  "I dearly love tits that I can get all of
in my mouth." He got on his knees, which brought his mouth tit high to the
small woman.  He took one whole breast in his mouth and applied suction. 
When he had her nipple engorged, he did the other one.  Patty moaned and
closed her eyes.  When Ron bit her nipple hard, Patty grunted and climaxed.
Ron bit the other nipple and she orgasm again.  Still on his knees, Ron
removed her shorts and laughed when he saw her bald pubes.  "I like a naked
cunt, too," he said running a finger up her slit.  "Wet, too.  I like a
woman who's ready to fuck.  You are ready to fuck ain't you, slut?"

   "Yes, Goddamn you," Patty snarled.  "Let's see what you can do."

   Becky watched in total fascination as Ron got to his feet and stripped
off his shorts.  He stood before the small woman and stroked his hard cock.


   "Get on your fuckin' knees and suck my cock you pocket size whore.  No
fuckin' until there's suckin'." He shoved her to her knees and she took his
cock in her mouth without the slightest hesitation.

   "I taste pussy on your dick," Patty said glancing at Becky.  "I assuming
you didn't think to call me right away." She went back to sucking Ron's
cock.

   Becky didn't apologize.  She was thinking that Patty was damned lucky to
he there at all.

   Ron let her suck him for a few minutes and then lifted her to her feet.
He sat down on a straight chair and pulled her down on his lap, Patty was
facing Becky.

   "Put my cock in her, Becky," Ron directed.  Becky went to where they
sat. Ron lifted Patty up to give Becky room.  Becky took his hard cock and
aimed it at Patty's bald cunt.  Ron let the little woman down slowly. 
Becky squatted down to watch the black pole go into Patty's while pussy. 
Inch by inch Patty slithered down onto Ron's cock until she had all of it
in her.  Patty was moaning and jerking as the huge cock filled her up.

   "Oh my God, this is...this is...fucking great!" Patty screamed.  "God, I
love a big hard cock!" She began to lift herself up and settle back down.
Slowly at first then faster until Ron's cock was just a dark blur.

   Becky was engrossed by the sight.  She had never witnessed two people
having sex.  She had never even seen a video of two people copulating until
just recently.  She had not realized that she had moved so close to the
coupling until she felt Patty's hand on her shoulder.

   "Suck my tits," Patty said, her voice ragged with raw passion.  "Bite my
nipples, Becky, please."

   Becky had never touched another woman sexually, but for some reason
Patty's request didn't seem out of the ordinary to her.  She took one of
Patty's small breast and sucked on the nipple a moment then bit down hard.
Patty shrieked and came hard.  Becky bit the other nipple a little harder
and got the same results.  It didn't come as a surprise to her when she
felt Patty's hand on her breast.  Patty squeezed Becky's hard nipple and
that caused a ripple of excitement run through her.

   "Take your shirt off, Becky," Patty commanded.  "I want to suck your big
tits.  I've fanaticized about them for a long time.  Hurry dammit, stick
your tit in my mouth." Patty was barely moving on Ron's cock as the two
women played with each other.  Ron could see the two women over Patty's
shoulder.  He was enjoying the sight, but he wanted to get these two hot
sluts on a bed.

   He lifted Patty off of his jutting ebony rod and turned her around and
slammed her back down on his cock.  He rose and carried her up the stairs
to the bedroom, still impaled on his cock.  Patty grunted with each step he
took.  He instructed Becky to follow and to get naked.

   Becky hurried ahead of them and got on the bed.  Ron jerked Patty off of
his cock and put her on her knees between Becky's legs.

   "Suck that slut's cunt, you pocket bitch," he said, pushing Patty's head
down to Becky's pussy.  Ron waited only long enough to see that Patty
latched onto Becky's pussy like a hungry leech.  He rammed his cock into
Patty from behind.  He could hear Patty's muffled moan when he hit bottom.
He looked down to see that he had all of his cock in her.  Right up to his
balls.

   Becky was thrashing around and bucking against Patty's hungry mouth. 
'Another adventure', she thought just as a climax hit her.  The three of
them fucked and sucked the rest of the night.  The highlight for Ron was
when Patty put her come filled pussy on Becky's mouth and Becky cleaned the
small woman's pussy, inside and out.

   Becky was jolted awake by the bouncing of the bed.  She opened her eyes
to see Patty riding Ron like a bucking bronc.  As she watched the alarm
went off, but Patty seemed oblivious to the clock's racket.

   Becky rolled off the bed and went to the bathroom, Ron and Parry kept
fucking.  Even after Becky was dressed and ready for work, Patty still rode
Ron.  Becky got Patty's attention long enough to tell her it was time to go
to work.

   "You go on ahead," Patty said breathlessly "Tell them I'm going to be a
little late.  I'm going to fuck this stud until his dick falls off."

   Becky didn't see any point in trying to tell Patty that it wasn't going
to happen.  She was well aware of Ron's stamina.  Patty didn't arrive at
the office until nearly eleven o'clock.  She looked tired and a bit worn,
but happy.

   "Did it fall off?" Becky whispered as she passed Patty's desk.  The
little woman just smiled and shook her head.

   "No, but you can bet your ass I'm happy that we have a holiday weekend
starting tomorrow," Patty said.  "I'll have it off of him before Tuesday
morning.  Count on it."

   Becky had almost forgotten that the fourth of July was on Monday and
that the office would be closed that day.  Got to love long weekends.

   That afternoon Becky got home expecting to see Ron, but the house seemed
empty and he did answer her calls.  She thought he may have gone out for a
while.  She went to the kitchen and leaned down in the opened refrigerator
to get a beer.  She felt strong arms grab her.  She felt a mild stinging on
one butt cheek and then a reddish haze settled down over her, and then she
felt nothing.  ***

   "When's that bitch going to wake up?" Becky heard the man's voice from a
long distance away.

   "Soon," another voice said.  "I gave her a big load of that shit."

   Becky opened her eyes slowly.  She could see a man with his back to her.
Shee tried to move her arms, but couldn't and it took a moment for her to
realize that she was tied, her arms and legs immoveable.  She saw that she
was also naked.  The man was turning back to her so she closed her eyes and
lay still, trying to figure out what was going on.

   "If this cunt don't wake up pretty soon, I'm going to cut her nipple
off," the voice said.  Becky felt finger grasping her nipple and pulling
none too gently.  Still she didn't move, but it took all her strength and
will power not to cry out from the pain.

   "Got to give it some time, Lydel," the other voice said.  "That's
powerful stuff."

   "I ain't got to give it no time," the first voice said.  "Watch this."
Becky felt the bed she was lieing on move and felt fingers on her pussy. 
The finger dug deep into her dry pussy and she flinched in spite of her
effort not to move.  "That's what I thought, this cunt was faking it.  Open
your eyes, whore and see what I'm going to give you."

   Becky opened her eyes and looked up.  The nude man was standing over
her, her feet on either side of her hips.  The scared face man was stroking
his cock and grinning down at her.  Silently she watched as he knelt down
and squatted on her stomach.

   "You know what this is?" the man she assumed was Lydel asked.  He was
beating a rythem on her ribs with his cock.

   "If it was four inches longer, I'd say it is a cock," Becky said.  The
words were difficult for her to say because her mouth was extremely dry.

   The man stared at her a moment then laughed loudly.  "Feisty, Huh?  You
got a smart-ass mouth on you for sure." He hit her hard across her face. 
Becky could taste the salty flavor of her blood.  "Now, you smart cunt, you
have anything else smart to say?" Becky kept her stinging lips closed.  She
looked to the right and then to the left and recognized that she was tied
to Vipers giant bed in his apartment.  She could see the giant photographs
had been ripped from the wall.  She could only imagine what else the
intruders had down to his place.  "Where's that chicken-shit Viper?" Lydel
demanded leaning down close to her face.  Becky hated to give up the
precious moisture.  but she couldn't resist the temptation.  She spit in
his scared face.

   That act caused Lydel to spring into action.  He dismounted from her,
grabbed her legs, lifted them high and attached the straps to the head of
the bed.  She was completely exposed, laying flat on her back, her legs up
and spread wide.  Lydel roughly shoved two fingers into her pussy, which
caused her to groan whit the pain.

   "Fuckin' cunt," Lydel snarled.  "You're just beginning to feel pain. 
Before I'm through whit you, you will beg me to let you die.  Where's
Viper?"

   "I don't know any Viper," Becky said.  Panic was beginning to set in.

   "She a fuckin' liar," a voice beside the bed yelled.  Becky rolled her
head to the side and saw the face of Jerry Farmer, her former neighbor,
glaring at her.  "Her and Viper has been fuckin' for weeks.  Bitch knows
where he is."

   "I think so, too," Lydel said.  "Go get me something to grease this pig
up.  I hate a dry cunt." Jerry disappeared, but was soon back.  He handed
Lydel a plastic bottle of cooking oil.  "Yeah, this will work." He poured a
handful and slapped it hard against her pussy.  He carefully worked the oil
into her pussy, going deeper with each thrust.  Becky was moaning , but not
with passion.  Lydel was rough.

   "You like nigger dick in your ass?" Lydel asked shoving a finger deep in
her anus causing her to shriek with pain.  One finger was replaced with two
and then three fingers.  Becky thrashed around as far as her restraints
would allow, but she couldn't escape the anal invaders.  "Don't much matter
if you do or not," Lydel said with a nasty chuckle.  You are going to get
some.  Jerry, get up there and fuck her ass.  I have it all greased up for
you.  Just don't shoot off in her just yet."

   Jerry, anticipating the command was quickly on the bed.  He shoved his
cock into the helpless woman and fucked her hard for several minutes. 
Becky cried and begged him to stop, but both Lydel and Jerry just laughed
at her.

   "The fuckin' just started, cunt," Lydel said.  When Jerry stopped, Lydel
took his place and he too fucked her defenseless ass.  The two men swapped
places a few times then varied their operation by stabbing their cock in
her pussy also.  After half an hour, that seemed like an eternity to Becky,
both men squirted their come on her face and left her, still tied , her
legs in the air.

   It took Becky several minutes to stop crying and compose herself.  She
tried to wiggle into a more comfortable position, but was held fast to the
bed.  From somewhere in the apartment she could hear men's voices.  She
recognized the voices of Lydel and Jerry, but she could also hear other
voices.  She closed her eyes and tried to think of a way out of her
predicament.  She couldn't come up with any answer.

   Becky became aware that someone was standing close to her, she opened
her eyes and saw a naked black woman standing beside the bed.  The woman
was young and she had large pendulous breasts.  There was a dribble of milk
leaking from the woman's nipples.  Milk cow, sprang to Becky's mind.

   "White girl, you better tell Lydel what he wants to know," the young
woman said.

   "I don't know where Viper is," Becky answered honestly.  "I swear I
don't."

   "Too bad," the black woman said with a shrug that caused a larger stream
of milk to squirt from her dark nipples.  "You gonna get real fucked up,
girl." She stuck a needle into Becky's thigh.  "You gonna have some bad
things happen to you girl.  This shit might help some."

   The woman disappeared from her sight.  Becky felt heat starting in her
midsection and spreading throughout her body.  She knew she had been given
a drug, but she didn't know what it was.  She tried to fight against the
feeling of euphoria she was beginning to feel, but soon gave into it.  The
wonderful feeling of well being was just too strong.

   "How you feeling, bitch?" Jerry Farmer's face swam into view above her.
She could feel the straps being taken from her ankles and wrists.  "Feelin'
good?"

   "Yes," she answered.

   "You like nigger dicks, don't you?"

   "Yes."

   "Like to get fucked by some black cock?" Jerry asked.

   "Yes." Becky was unable to say no to his questions.

   "That's good 'cause we are goin' fuck the shit out of you," the man said
with a evil laugh.  "You are goin' get a lot of cock up your white cunt and
ass." He handed her a warm wet wash cloth and told her to clean the come
from her face.

   She washed her face and was only vaguely aware that there were seven or
eight men standing around her.  All were naked.  All were grinning in
anticipation.

   The rape of Becky Allen started suddenly when she was pushed back on the
bed by a short fat man who rammed his cock in her and fucked her.  One
after another, they all took her.  Some were quick and mater of fact, some
were rough and took their time.  She helped them all, and hated herself for
doing it.  She sucked them when told to, she put their cocks in her when
instructed to do so.  Becky Allen had no will of her own and she assisted
in her own rape.  Becky had one orgasm after another, even though she tried
not to.

   The depravity continued for over two hours.  When the men grew tired of
normal fucking and sucking, they made a game of seeing what they could find
to fuck the helpless woman's ass and pussy with.  Vegetables from the
refrigerator were first, then various utensils from the kitchen.  One of
the men, broke a chair leg off and made her fuck herself with it.  One man
found a bottle of champagne and they shook it up and discharged the
contents into her pussy.  They took turns drinking the wine as it shot from
her gapping pussy.

   It took another hour for them to grow tired of the games, and one by one
they drifted away.  Soon Lydel tied her back to the bed and left her alone.
She dozed as the drug was wearing off, her body tormented, battered, and
bruised.

   Becky awoke and it was dark.  She could see some lights in the building
but none close.  Her mind was a kaleidoscope of thoughts, images and
fragments of ideas, none making a great deal of sense to her.  She wrestled
with the thoughts for a while trying to put them together and finally she
did.  It all came back to her in a flood or recollection.  She had been
captured by Lydel.  She had been tortured and raped repeatedly by Lydel and
his henchmen.  Becky eyes filled with tears of self pity, but mostly fear.

   Becky could hear the murmur of voices so she knew that she wasn't alone.
The cruel men were still nearby, and she feared they were not through with
her.

   "When we gonna fuck that white bitch again?" she heard a man ask from
some distance away.

   "Soon as Lydel gets back," another voice said.  "He's bringing a dog to
fuck her.  I can't wait to see that.  He knows somebody that has a big ass
Great Dane."

   "Man, that sucks," a voice said.  "Wastin' good pussy of a fuckin'
mutt."

   "We'll get some more of her ass first," a man said laughing.  "You don't
have to worry 'bout that."

   Becky felt the cold fingers of fear creep across her.  She wanted to
scream for them to leave her alone.  Suddenly she felt a hand clamp down on
her mouth.

   "Shhh," a voice hissed next to her ear.  "It's me, Ron.  Keep quiet,
Becky." She could see the flash of his white teeth in the gloom.  Ron
quickly released her arms and legs from the straps.  He helped her off of
the bed.  "Lay down and slide under the bed," he whispered.  "There's a
trap door and steps down to the ground floor." He went ahead of her and
helped her maneuver the steep steps that were more like a ladder.  "We have
to hurry," he said when they reached the ground floor.  "The turd is in the
wind tunnel."

   "I don't understand," Becky said.

   "The shit is about to hit the fan," Ron explained.  He hurried her to a
waiting van.  "Take her home," Ron told the young man waiting behind the
wheel.  "I'll see you in a little while, Becky," Ron said giving her a
tender kiss on the cheek.  "There is a blanket in the back to cover up
with."

   It wasn't until much later that Becky remembered the ride to her house,
going in the house, getting into the shower and falling onto the bed.

   It was daylight when she woke up and for a moment she was confused and
disoriented, but the soreness when she tried to move brought it all back to
her.  She managed to get out of bed and stubble to the bathroom, and when
she saw herself in the mirror she broke down and cried.  Her face was a
mess of lacerations and scrapes.  When she finally regained control she
stripped off the large tee shirt, and saw to her dismay that the rest of
her body was just as bad if not worse.  Large bruises covered both breasts
and her nipples were raw.

   "Oh my God!" she said aloud.  "I need a doctor." She managed to get
dressed and as she started out the door on her way to the emergency room
the phone rang.  Her first impulse was to ignore it, but she decided to
answer it.

   "Becky is that you?" Patty's voice said anxiously.  "Are you all right?"

   "No," Becky mumbled.  "I'm all beat up.  I'm going to the ER."

   "No, wait right there," Patty said.  "I'll be there in a few minutes. 
I'm on my cell phone and I'm just a few blocks away."

   "Okay," Becky said and sit down on the sofa.  Her whole body ached and
not moving was better anyway.

   Patty arrived a few minutes later and Viper with Ron was right behind
Patty.  Becky was only barely aware when Viper carried her to her bed.  A
short while later a doctor arrived and gave her a shot and she slept.  She
didn't wake up until nearly night time.

   "What are you doing?" Becky asked Patty who sat beside the bed.

   "Reading about a gang war that broke out last night," Patty said.  "How
do you feel?"

   "Like shit," Becky answered bluntly.  "Was Viper here?"

   "Yes, he left a little while ago," Patty said.  "Ron was with him.  They
said they had a few loose ends to tie up and they would be back.  Are you
hungry?"

   "My mouth is to sore," Becky said.

   "Yeah, I would think so," Patty said.  "Do you want to talk about it?"

   "I don't know if I do or not.  It's almost like a bad dream.  They were
animals, Patty, and they treated me worse than an animal.  I was doped and
I couldn't resist." Tears started streaming down her cheeks.  "I didn't
even try to fight them.  I did what I was told to do.  I even helped them
when they were hurting me.  When two of them put their dicks in me pussy I
tried to help them do it.  Why did I do that Patty?" Becky was crying
harder now.

   "You were under the influence of a drug, honey," Patty said gently. 
"You are not to blame for any of it.  You did not consent to any of it."

   "When I looked in the mirror this morning I almost threw up," Becky said
sniffing.  "I was afraid to look between my legs.  I was afraid of what I
would see."

   "Viper knows a doctor who came and fixed you up.  About fifty stitches
and a lot of bandages.  Luckily all your teeth are still there and nothing
is permanently damaged.  You are going to be sore and stiff for a few days.
Everything is functional.  A little tearing of your vagina and some around
your butt.  The doctor left some pills if you hurt too bad.  Do you need
one now?"

   "Yes," Becky said.  "Four or five pills, please."

   "No, I think one will do the trick," Patty said with a soft laugh. 
"These are powerful stuff."

   "Tell me about the gang war," Becky said after she had swallowed the
pill.  "What happened?"

   "Apparently two rival gangs had a shoot-out.  Nine dead and a dozen or
more hurt.  Some bozo named Lydel is listed among the dead.  Also a man by
the name of Jerry Farmer.  Viper told me to make sure you knew that.  Who
are they?"

   "Just some trash," Becky answered drowsily.  "Trash that needed to be
thrown out."

   "According to the paper there hasn't been any arrests yet.  Apparently
they don't know anything about the rival gang.  You're not listening are
you?"

   Becky Allen was fast asleep with a smile on her puffy lips.

   The end of an adventure.

   Author's note: (Again I'll remind the reader that this story is just a
fabricated fantasy.  If you are adult enough to read it, you should be able
to determine the difference between the fantasy world and the real world.
You must be wise enough to protect yourself...so do so.  Shooter.)