African-American Studies Part 2 by ndouglass..,
Rebecca Finnegan’s life comes to ruin after accepting a ride home from a teacher , Malcolm gripped his tea cup, his hands shaking with rage as he watched the morning news. He had to do his best to control his anger enough to remember to hit record; it would certainly make a special treat. He was, in a way, glad he had caught it. He had intended to play it back, on repeat, but those intentions did little to counter the growing rage.
Mrs. Finnegan, perfect little Rebecca Finnegan’s perfect little mother was plastered on every local channel. It was only nine in the morning. She had only gone missing yesterday afternoon and already her face was on every telephone and cell phone in the tri-state area. Already her mother was on tv, explaining through bursts sobbing, how special her daughter was to her.
This fucking town. If Rebecca Finnegan had been a Black woman, the police would have told her parents not to worry. It hadn’t been twenty-four hours yet. They would have told her parents that they had to wait an entire day before she was officially missing.
If she had been Black, the police would have brushed her off as promiscuous. No need to worry, your little Black daughter was probably just off fucking her thuggish Black boy friend. She was probably too high to come home.
But no, not for perfect little Rebecca Finnegan. The police were more than happy to bend the rules when a cute little white girl like her went missing even though it had only been fifteen hours. Fifteen short fucking hours and the little white cunt was already an Amber alert.
Malcolm downed the tea in a single gulp despite the fact that it was still too hot to drink. He yanked open the book shelf, unlocked the heavy iron door, and marched down the stairs.
He had only been gone a few minutes, just long enough to microwave another cup of herbal tea. He had intended to wait longer. He had intended to let her baste in depression and fear while he ate a nice breakfast and gave himself time to get hard again. At his age, it didn’t exactly spring back to life like it used to.
But, well, fuck it. He was angry. He was livid, and there were other ways to get hard again.
She looked up vaguely when he turned the lights back on. She was still crying, sobbing really. Her pretty little face was still puffy with tears. Her tight little white body was still shaking with the force of her sobs. But still, she didn’t look at him like he wanted her too. Her expression was more exhausted than it was afraid.
It didn’t make much of a difference. He was going to make sure she was awake.
She looked at him dully with her tear filled blue eyes and watched him march over to her. Her exhaustion faded into a rush of cold adrenalin the closer he got. Good. He thought he had already broken her.
He smiled at her pretty little face. She thought, for a second that he was smiling at her and not at how cute and fragile she looked covered in his cum. She was going to have to get used to it, there was a lot more where that came from. Thank God for Viagra.
She flinched away when he grabbed for her breast. She still didn’t want him toughing her. That fucking bitch. Perfect little Rebecca Finnegan, with her perfect little 4.0, her perfect little family, didn’t want his big Black hands touching her perfect little body. Fine. Fucking bitch.
Malcolm slammed his fist into her stomach as hard as he could. She let out an “umph,” muffled slightly by the piss soaked panties in her mouth, and swung limply from the ceiling, her toes unable to touch the ground.
Her perfect little naked body swung back towards him and Malcolm plowed his fist into her stomach again, this time with his left hand. “Umph!”
It felt good hitting her. It felt good to just let lose. He had never hit anyone before, at least not since he graduated high school in 1968. This wasn’t just anyone he was hitting, this was a naked little white girl. This was helpless naked little white girl.
“Umph!” He plowed his right fist into her stomach and she buckled a moment before she swung away. This was Perfect little Rebecca Finnegan he had naked and chained in his basement. This was the shining example of her race.
He made to hit her again, but stopped short. He didn’t want to cause the cunt any series injury. He didn’t want her dieing on him, and besides, given the expression on her face, it looked like something she could handle. He had her screaming bloody murder before, but this looked like something she could handle.
He switched tactics. He still wanted to hurt her. He was still going to hurt her, but that was for his own fun. He knew how to make her scream. He knew how to break her. Perfect little Rebecca Finnegan might be able to handle a bit of pain, but she was still the virgin. She was still the perfect little Catholic girl.
He pulled her close and grabbed her tight little ass with his strong Black hands. He lifted her in the air and licked his way up her flat stomach. That gave him the reaction he wanted. She might be able to handle being slapped around, but rape and molestation broke through her stubborn mental barriers. Fucking Irish.
She quivered in his arms as he ran his tongue up her flat stomach and closed his lips around the puffy pink nipples on her pert round breasts. She did not want him touching her, especially on her privates. Everyone had their breaking points, and it didn’t take long to figure out what buttons to push on perfect little Rebecca Finnegan.
He squeezed her tight, round little ass in his hands as he sucked on her nipples. He licked his way from one of her breasts to the other, intentionally leaving a trail of drool on her chest as she screamed and withered in his arms. He circled his nipples with his tongue and gave them a flick as she sobbed and pleaded into her gag.
He wondered, vaguely, if those white cotton panties he tied in her mouth still tasted like piss.
She bucked and begged and tried to wiggle free as he squeezed her tight little ass and sucked on her perky perfect breasts.
That’s right, Rebecca Finnegan, there is no privacy any more. Old Malcolm Brown is going to get to know every inch of your tight little sixteen-year-old body. That’s right Rebecca Finnegan, perfect little Rebecca Finnegan, a big Black man is going to touch your perfect little body every where. He’s going to stick his big, Black cock into all your cute little holes. You’re not going to be a virgin for much longer Rebecca Finnegan. When Malcolm Brown gets done with you, no man is going to want to touch you.
Rebecca threw back her head and screamed as Malcolm worked one of his strong fingers up her tight little asshole. She bucked and screamed and cried as he pushed it knuckle deep, and the shoved it all the up until his fist hit the soft cheeks of her round ass.
He wiggles his finger inside her tight little ass as he bit down on one of her puffy pink nipples. He reveled in the screams of utter humiliation and pain that managed to make their way past the gag in her mouth.