Little White Slave Girl Part 1 by ndouglass

Leon Baker held his AR15 across his chest as he walked through his little stretch of mountain, following a trail cut through the woods. He loved his little stretch of Kentucky, it reminded him of the early seventies when he was just a child, just out of high school.He was on patrol. Really he was just walking through the swamps, waiting for his refer to come to harvest, but in his mind he was in the boonies again. He was in the Re-public of Viet-Nam again. He was on patrol again. He was walking point again.

He had never really left Vietnam, not really. He was a king there. Sure, he was a grunt, he was nothing more than another Nigger PFC in a white man’s army, fighting a white man’s war. He was Eleven-Bravo. But in Vietnam, he was a king. In the bush he could do what he wanted, when he wanted. Lots of guys hated it, but he loved it. The draft had been the best thing that happened to him.

He wasn’t far from home, just a few klicks from his little cabin in the woods, but in his mind he was still in Southeast Asia walking a clover out of firebase Phoebe.

He stopped when he heard an unfamiliar sound and lowered himself to his knee. He held a fist in the air. Something wasn’t right. He had heard something, something that didn’t match the natural sounds of his Kentucky mountain, of the jungles in Vietnam.

He had heard music. He had heard music and voices.

He took a deep breath and moved in closer, he wasn’t far from the lake. Well, he wasn’t far from what passed for the lake. He wasn’t more than a kilometer from his home. He wasn’t more than a kilometer and a half from his farm.

This wasn’t good. Especially this music. This wasn’t the local country fair that the rednecks listened to. That wouldn’t have bothered him so much. Rednecks might be racist, but they knew that this was his mountain. They were locals. They played the same game he did.

This music was white music, and more importantly, this was city music. He followed the sound, careful not to make any noise of his own. Careful to stay in the shadows.

He dropped to a knee again when he hit the clearing by the lake. He scanned his way through the bush and found the camp sight. If you could call it a camp sight. What he saw was really a camper. A mobile home. That wasn’t camping at all. Camping was sleeping outside in the bush. Camping was life in a foxhole and guard duty every two hours.

This was camping for REMFs. This was camping for rich suburban white folk. He didn’t know which he hated more. REMFs or white folk.

He waited. The last thing he needed was a couple of rich white assholes to stumble on his crop. He couldn’t just charge in guns blazing. Not now. Not when he didn’t know if this was a simple Viet Cong patrol of if it was an entire regiment or NVA regulars.

The best thing to do was wait and watch.

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Leon licked his lips and brought his finger to his mouth, his right hand still clutching the handle of his AR15.

“Shhhh!” he said as he backed the little white teen against the camper. She was a cute little thing. She was a tight little package with blond hair and blue eyes. He loved blond hair. He loved blue eyes, especially when blue eyes were as full of fear as these ones were.

Divide and conquer. That was how Leon was going to play this one. He had watched them for almost two hours before he decided to move in. At first he was going to dispose of them, and then he saw this little number.

He had watched as her parents went out for a hike in the hills, and waited as she stripped out of her jeans and t-shirt, covered her pale white body with her coconut lotion, and stretched out on the beach wearing the smallest thong bikini he had ever seen. No doubt she didn’t want mommy and daddy to know that she owned it.

She let out a little whimper as he pressed the muzzle of his AR15 against her quivering pouty lips. He little body was shaking with fear. She was a skinny little blond girl, not much more than five feet tall, not much more than a hundred pounds. He dwarfed her in both height and wait. He was old enough to be her grandfather.

His dark brown eyes scanned over her body as she cried in fear. He licked his lips again. She was a little white girl, she couldn’t have been any whiter, and she was crying and cowering with fear in the shadow of a big Black man. She was scared, utterly horrified, and still adorable. She was too frightened to scream.

She’d scream soon enough. He’d make sure of that. She’d be doing a lot of screaming.

He licked his lips and ran the muzzle of his AR15 down to her chest. He had never had a white bitch before, but he had always fantasized about it. Now he had one, he had his own little white prisoner of war.

She let out a yip as lifted the cup of her little black bikini with the muzzle of his rifle and circled it around his puffy light pink nipple. It was so light that it almost matched her beautiful pale white skin.

“Oh God,” he words were barely audible as he lifted the other cup.

“Shhhh,” Leon said again as he pressed the barrel of his AR15 against the teen’s lips. “Your little brother is taking a nap in the cabin. It would be a shame if I had to kill him. You don’t want me to have to kill him do you?”

Her little brother, he couldn’t have been more than six or seven, and Leon had every intention of killing him. He had no use for a little white boy, but she didn’t need to know that. At the moment he could just use the brat as leverage.

The white girl shook her head, tears streaming from her dark blue eyes. “n-no.” She finally managed to say.

“You’re just a pretty little thing aren’t you?” Leon said as he circled her nipple with his rifle again. “What’s your name, bitch?”

“b-b-b-b-bailey,” she stuttered in a little frightened whispered.

He ran his rifle down her flat stomach to her little thong. Down to her very little thong. He mentally crossed his fingers and slowly pushed it aside. “I knew it,” he whispered, “all you white bitches have bald cunts.”

“P-p-p-p-lease d-d-d-d-don’t-t-t rap-p-e m-m-me,” Emily stuttered, shaking with fear.

“Shhhh, Emily. If you wake your little brother up, I will have to kill him.” He licked his lips. “Turn around, let me see that little thong of yours.”

She whimpered again and slowly turned around. It was really a little thong. It was the smallest Leon had ever seen, just a little string that ran down the crack of her nicely rounded ass.

“Put your hands on the camper,” he said as he slung his rifle over his shoulder and pulled his .45 out of his pocket.

She whimpered again as he ran his hand over her tight little ass and gave it a playful swat.

“Now,” Leon said as he pulled the string around her neck free, “I am going to rape you.”

“Oh God, oh god no.” The teen said as he pulled the tie around her back, he hands instantly shot to her breasts to hold the top in place.

He pulled her little thong down her legs to her ankles. He guided her feet out of them as she stood shaking and crying, trying her best to keep as silent as possible. He slipped the thong into his pocket.

He grabbed her shoulder, spun her around, and held his .45 under her chin. Slowly he pulled the top out of her hands and shoved it into his pocket. He was going to have to keep this bikini, just so he could watch her wear it later.

He took a moment to look her over. He took a moment to tower over the girl. He watched her little naked body shake and cry as he scanned her with his eyes. She had beautiful white skin, pale white. Her breasts were around and perky with plump little nipples just a shade of pink darker than her skin. She had a flat little stomach and a shaved little cunt. It was just a slit and it looked young, clean, and tight.

He licked his lips again. He was old enough to be her grandfather. He was well over a foot taller than her. He had well over a hundred pounds on her. A hundred pounds of muscle.

Her arms moved to cover her cowering, trembling, naked body and Leon tapped the bottom of her chin with his .45mm 1911 military issue pistol, the one he had gotten in Vietnam. The one he had gotten when he was a king. He used it to lift the girls head and grinned when a little snot bubble formed in her nose as she cried as silently as she could.

She had every right to be crying. She was entering a world of hurt. He was going to treat the little white cunt worse than he treated the girls in the villages back in Vietnam. Only this one he wasn’t going to kill when he was done fucking it. This one he was going to keep.

She flinched and let out a sob as he grabbed one of her milky white breasts with his strong, calloused, Black hands and squeezed it tight. It wasn’t much, just a little over a handful, but firm, perky, and soft. She tried to shy away, her deep blue eyes streaming with tears as he rolled her nipple with his them.

He pushed the barrel of his gun under her chin and forced her head up so he could look her in her crying eyes as he ran two fingers down her flat little stomach. She whimpered, too frightened to move as he ran his fingers over her tight little clit. It was going to feel so good when he raped her. He was going to fuck her until her nose bled.

She let out a little yip as he pushed one of his dirty Black fingers into her bald, white little slit.

Leon grinned, “You’re a virgin.”

Bailey nodded and sobbed. “please don’t rape me,” she begged in a little whispered voice, her words hard to distinguish through her uncontrollable tears.

She drew in a sharp breath as the Black man closed in on her, his finger still toying with her virgin white hole. “Oh God,” she mumbled as he licked his way up her cheek.

“I’m going to take your virginity,” he whispered in the sobbing girl’s ear. “I’m going to rape you with my big, fat, nigger cock. I’m going to…”