Justice Isnt Always Perfect

***

Ellen was a good woman, and an excellent wife. I considered myself lucky to have found her. She was just twenty-two when we met at our church group. She was the cutest little thing I'd ever seen, just 5'3" tall, about 100 pounds, with long, bright red hair, green eyes and creamy skin.

Like many natural redheads, she had freckles on her face, chest and inner thighs. She was the sweetest woman I had ever met too, kind, always concerned about others, and a very good Christian, like myself. She came from a good family, as did I. We were married a year to the day after we met, and were very happy together - until it happened.

It was just after our first anniversary. I'd had to be in Europe on business for over three weeks, and couldn't be there on the actual date of our anniversary. Ellen understood, but I'd felt bad, so to make it up to her, I'd arranged for a great anniversary present - a weekend in Miami.

She would fly over there on Thursday from our suburban Houston home, I would fly there straight from London and she would pick me up at the airport. I was feeling great as I stepped off the plane; I'd managed to grab a couple hours sleep and was looking forward to a night of romance with my lovely wife. After all, I hadn't seen her in almost a month!

Ellen looked beautiful - she was wearing a white slip-dress that showed off her petite figure to perfection.She kissed me longingly, and smiled up at me. "Oh Ted, I'm so glad you're back!" she said sweetly.

"I'm glad to be back, darling," I said, holding her close. "I've got a surprise for you," and then I handed her my anniversary gift.

She opened it right there in the airport lounge, and squealed with delight as she beheld the diamond tennis bracelet I'd gotten her. "Oh Ted, it's gorgeous!" she said in delight. "But you'll have to wait until we get back to the hotel for your present" she finished with a wink.

"Well, let's get going then!" I told her, and we hurried off. We got into the taxi Ellen had waiting, and headed to the hotel. Ellen babbled over and over again about the bracelet, holding it up to admire it, and telling me all about the beautiful honeymoon suite she'd booked. I noticed the cab driver - a rather large black man, who'd introduced himself as "Justus" - looking at her in the rear-view mirror, but I didn't think too much about it. Lots of men stared at my beautiful wife, I always enjoy their envy.

We got to the hotel, and checked in. Ellen was right, the suite was gorgeous. We quickly unpacked, and then I told her I was going to take a shower. She gave me a look full of promise, and said she'd order us some champagne. While I was shaving in the shower, I heard a knock at the door. There was the champagne! I finished up, dried off in a hurry, threw on the robe the hotel provided, and went out into the bedroom. I couldn't believe my eyes.

Ellen was standing in the middle of the room, and standing next to her, a gun in his hand, was our cab driver. He was a very large man black man, around six foot four, I'd say, and he looked like he weighed around three hundred pounds. He wore stained chinos, and a white shirt, open almost to the waist. His huge stomach slopped over his belt, and he smelled strongly of sweat and hair tonic.

"Sit," he demanded, gesturing towards the armchair which was pulled right up by the bed. I did what I was told, I knew I couldn't take him in a fight. He quickly tied me up, and slapped a strip of duct tape over my mouth.

I looked on helplessly at Ellen as he told her to take off her bracelet and give it to him. She did, and he threw it onto the bedside table, where my wallet and Ellen's purse were. "That's all we have," Ellen pleaded. "Please don't hurt us - we understand that society made you the way you are! Just don't hurt us, we'll pray for you!"

The huge black man began to laugh, his stomach jiggling as he did. "Yeah, das right Ho. You pray fo' Justus. I won hurt you. I gonna make you scream fo' gawd, as wha I'm gonna do!" he said, and then he threw her down on the bed.

Ellen started to scream, but the black man was on top of her too quickly. I struggled against my bonds, helplessly.

Her attacker slapped one huge black hand over her mouth, and with the other, ripped her stylish dress clean off her. She wasn't wearing a bra, just pink lace panties - my favorites. He tore them off too and stuffed them in her mouth. Then he used what was left of her dress to tie her arms to the bedposts and then took off his own shirt.

The black man must have been in his late twenties and in his prime. Through the fog of fear and anger I had to admit that he was really well built. He had an athlete's wide shoulders and a chest with huge pecs, that tapered down to maybe a 30" waist. He looked like a black Hercules.

"Hmmm, gots a purtty body fer a white Ho," he drooled, raking his eyes lustfully over her my wife's naked body. Then, to my horror he climbed onto the bed hovering over Ellen threateningly and began to kiss her all over, her face and her body.

Again I struggled in vain to free myself as he began sucking on Ellen's nipples, pawing her breasts. He fondled her for a good five minutes, while I sat there helplessly watching. Then, he sat up and to my utter horror, I saw the enormous bulge in his chinos. He looked over at me, grinned, and then began to unfasten his pants.

He wasn't wearing any underwear, so his monster of a prick popped right out, fat, swollen, and rigid. Ellen stared at it and I could hear her muffled moans as she realized that this huge black man was going to rape her. The black man looked over at me and grinned again, showing the gaps where some of his teeth were missing. "You got a purtty woman man," he drawled, and flicked on of her nipples.

"Fine white Ho. I been wantin me some white pussy fo' a while now. Dis here bitch wuz showin' off her lil' white body da whole ride from da aihpoht and I knows she wuz just achin' to get a real man tween her legs.Right, bitch?" he said to Ellen, who just whipped her head back and forth, in a silent no!

He laughed again and with one massive knee he pried her thighs apart and snuggled between them. "I gonna fuck you now Ho, you gonna have ole Justus deep down in you. Gonna gives you a taste of some fine black cock, just what every white Ho needs. Yo' man, you beddah be watchin' you might learn somptin. If I turn my head and see you got you're eyes closed, I'll shoot you ass. Got dat!" he warned me.

I nodded, what else could I do? I couldn't let him hurt me or Ellen! We had to find away through this. To my utter shock I realized my five inch dick was hard as stone seeing him prepare Ellen.

"Get ready, bitch," he said, leering. "I gonna give you a good fuckn'!" and with that he mounted my sweet wife and thrust into her in one violent move. I can still hear Ellen's muffled screams of pain and terror as the massive black man plowed right into her. I could only sit there in horror and self-loathing while my wife's beautiful slender body was bounced up and down against the mattress by the force of the black man's thrusts and listen while the animal groaned and growled with pleasure as he raped my wife.

"Oh, gods, das good. Nice an tight, da way I likes it. Oh yeah, Ho, you sho' gettin fucked good! Nice white pussy, taint nothin' like it," he moaned as his hips jerked his black snake into Ellen's helpless pussy.

I had to sit there and watch as this huge black buck raped my beloved wife. Sit there and watch the sweat bead up on his massive black back and arms. Sit there and listen to the sounds of sex and the muffled screams and moans of my wife as the beast forced himself into her. I had seen only one pornographic clip in my whole life, this was so desperate and forbidden and without my planning it, my dick spirted and spirted as I came harder than ever before, just from seeing them.

Every now and again, the bastard would turn his head to see if I was still watching. I'll never forget how his face looked, slick with sweat, eyes glazed with lust and a look of intense pleasure on his face as he raped my wife.

"Oh yeah! Das it bitch, Justus' be fuckin' you... ain' never had it so good, huh? You be Justus' Ho now! Yeah, you be mine. Fuck, nice hot pussy you got, ohhh yeahhh... oh yeah... here it comes bitch!"

With a feral grunt and a final massive thrust that drove Ellen's head into the headboard, the black bastard's hips jerked and he groaned as he climaxed in my wife's unprotected body. My dick spirted out another orgasm as I watched him breed my lovely wife.

After what seemed like forever, his body began to intense and he fell on top of Ellen, sweaty and twitching, gasping for breath.

I sat there with tears of frustration and anger in my eyes. Poor Ellen, a woman who had done only good in her life, to had been viciously raped by a huge black man, while her husband had been made to watch. Eventually the asshole got off of her and zipped up his pants, put his shirt on, collected our money and the bracelet, and left.

***

We weren't found till the next morning, when the maid came. Ellen was taken to the hospital, and we filed a police report. I assured my lovely wife that I still loved her, and it wasn't her fault, but the trauma she had suffered was too much for her to believe that right away.

The day before we left to go back to Houston, the police arrested Justus, and Ellen and I both identified him. The trial wouldn't be for months, so we went home as scheduled, and tried to pick up our lives. The rape was still with us though. Ellen had been badly bruised in the brutal attack, so sex was out for a while - even if she had wanted to make love, she couldn't. We both got into counseling right away, and I was convinced that we could put this behind us and go on.

But it wasn't to be.

Four weeks after the rape we learned that Ellen was pregnant. We knew there was no way it could be mine. We hadn't made love in seven weeks, not since the night before I'd left for Europe. Ellen was pregnant with Justus' baby. Because of our religious beliefs, abortion was out of the question. It was hard, but we decided that she would carry her rapist's baby to term, and then give it up for adoption.

We tried to look at the bright side. It would be conclusive proof that she had been raped, and Justus would go to prison where he belonged.

***

The next few months were terribly difficult for me. It was hard for me to watch as my wife's lovely body became bloated, her belly swelling hugely with her rapist's baby. Every time I looked at her bulging tummy I was reminded of the night the huge black rapist had impregnated her, reminded that she was pregnant with another man's child, against her will. It also hurt because I had came hard twice while seeing them mating. I remember Ellen moaning and clamping her feet around his waist, she gave in and came with him in the end, even if she didn't desire to. We had planned to start our own family this year. Now, instead of joyfully expecting our first baby, Ellen was being forced to carry her rapist's baby.

It was also difficult to explain to our families and friends that we wouldn't be keeping this baby, and why. I may have been overly sensitive, but I thought I could see the contempt on my friends faces as they looked at my wife. I wasn't a real man. A real man would have stopped the rapist, instead of sitting back and watching while he raped and impregnated her.

I may have been imagining it, I don't know. Our marriage was naturally suffering. We hadn't had sex since the rape. Ellen was too beat up at first, and then the shame of carrying another man's child did its work. But we struggled on. Surely, after the trial, after the baby was born and given up, we could get back to normal.

The trial was held when Ellen was seven months pregnant. We flew down to Miami, and testified. Once our testimony had been given, we were allowed to sit in the courtroom, and watch. There was plenty of scientific evidence. They had Justus' fingerprints from all over the hotel room, the semen sample they'd taken from Ellen at the hospital - all of it pointed towards Justus.

He sat there, unconcerned, wearing a cheap blue suit that was too small for him, reeking of aftershave, twiddling his thumbs. The only time I saw him looking any way but bored was when the testimony about the baby was given. When he heard the state's witness say that the DNA results from the amniocentesis test Ellen had taken proved conclusively that Justus was the father of her baby, he turned around, stared at her swollen belly, and leered at her.

I was disgusted, but sure that justice would prevail. I couldn't read the jury though - they were all black, mostly older women, nice, grandmotherly types. They sat there, expressions never changing.

The jury was out for just an hour. As we filed back in the courtroom to hear the guilty verdict, Ellen whispered to me, "They must really hate him if they found him guilty so quickly!"

I smiled at her. It still hurt to look at her, pregnant with a black rapist's baby. She was very big by then, her swollen stomach jutting out from her maternity top, her lovely face awash with that glow pregnant women have - all from a terrible night of rape. I held her hand, while the jury came in, and we waited expectantly to see Justus get what he deserved.

I'll never forget how I felt when I heard the forewomandeclare that Justus wasn't guilty. Sick, horrified. this animal had raped my wife and made her pregnant with his child. And now he was going to walk free.Because he was a "nice, black boy," as some of the jurors claimed, who had obviously been tempted by a white Jezebel!

We went back to our hotel room and sat in stunned silence the whole night. We were in too much shock to even cry. Our lives had been ruined, and now the bastard who had done this to us was a free man. But things got worse the next day. Ellen was served with papers. Justus wanted to exercise his parental rights to their child. We tried to fight it. The adoption agency told us we couldn't do anything until Justus signed away his paternal rights to his child, which he refused to do.Justus got a court order forcing Ellen to stay in Florida until she gave birth to his child. Some blackrights organization was funding his legal fight for him, making sure that "a black child would know his father."

I had no rights.

Normally the mother's husband is automatically thelegal father of her child. But I had signed away my rights in preparation for the adoption, just before the trial, leaving Ellen open to further violation by Justus.

We had to move to Florida temporarily, me taking aleave of absence from my job to be with her - no way I was going to leave her alone in the same state as that monster - and we tried to get Justus' parental rights revoked. We weren't successful.

The judge ruled that Justus was the legal father of Ellen's baby, and as such he had every right to exercise his parental rights. He further ruled that Ellen, by then eight months pregnant, not only would have to stay in Florida till their child was born, but would now have to live there permanently so Justus could see his child every weekend.

Adding insult to injury, the judge also ruled that Justus be allowed to go to Ellen's doctor's appointments with her and that the baby must have it's father's last name, Jenkins. We filed an immediate appeal, but the original orders would stand while the appeal was being considered.

***

The day after, Ellen was scheduled to go to her doctor. I went with her, and Justus met us there. He grinned evilly when he saw us, and immediately reached out to pat Ellen's protruding belly. "Well Ho, I gotta say, I wuz just hopin' to git me sum cash and a fine piece a ass. Diddin figger on getting me a fine baby son in da bargain."

Ellen cringed, and held my arm tightly, silently warning me not to make things worse by getting into a confrontation with him. "We don't know what sex the child is yet," she told him icily.

He paid her no attention. "Oh, I knows it's be a boy. I Yep, gonna have me a fine black boy. Ole Justus, when he do a thing, he do it right. I nebber shoot no blanks. You wuz a fine piece o' ass. Fittin thing I got you wid' mah baby."

I hated him even more, as he laughed, his fat, ugly black face leering at my wife's swollen belly. "Yep, a fine thing. I wuz hopin dat I done laid a lil' black baby in dat belly of yo's, and I did."

Somehow we managed to get through the next few weeks. We hoped and hoped that the appeal would go through, and we could end this nightmare. It didn't happen. The day after our final appeal was denied, Ellen went into labor, and nine months to the day she was raped, she gave birth to Justus' son. Justus was there with her as she delivered. I wasn't allowed in - Justus saw to that.

He certainly was a proud papa, as he staggered through the halls, stinking drunk, boasting about his son who was "big as his daddy, an' black as de night." He didn't even care that Ellen had begun to hemorrhage with the struggle to birth Justus jr. into the world. She had to stay in the hospital four more days. It was traumatic.

She kept the baby. The alternative would have been letting his father have full custody of him. I think Ellen also got attached to her child, even though she'd been forced to give birth to him. After all, she knew it was just as much her blood and genes inside him.

Two days after her son was born, Ellen sat me down for a talk. It was a terrible thing, she said, that she'd been impregnated by a rapist. But it had happened, and now she had a son with this man, and it was obviously the Lord's will. She was just as much his mother, as Justus was his father, and responsible for her baby.

He wasn't stable enough But he was the legal father and she had to make sure her son was cared for.

Ellen had decided to keep the baby, rather than surrender him to his father. She said she hoped I'd understand.

What could I do? I'd loved her, and had agreed to be with her for better and worse. This was obviously the worse. I had no love for her and Justus' son, but I wasn't a monster. I couldn't let this innocent baby be raised by the man who had sired him through rape. And I couldn't insist that she give away her only child.

I told Ellen that I would support her decision. She wept, and thanked me, and then hit me with an even bigger bombshell. Justus wanted his son to be named after him. He was willing to go to court to make it happen, and he had all the backing he needed from that black organization that insured he got rights to the baby he'd raped into my wife. So she had agreed, rather than waste more time in court. The birth certificate had been filled out just before I came in, and the baby was officially Justus Jenkins Jr.

This was four years ago. Ellen and I are still married, though things aren't going well. She's too wrapped up in being a mother to Justus Junior to pay much attention to me. We make love, but very infrequently, we are still trying for our first baby and we always make sure to make love on her fertile days. its just the same as it was before. It's hard, being the stepfather of a black child.

We thought about telling the boy we'd adopted him, so we wouldn't have to explain to him, and everyone else that he was the product of Ellen and the black man who had raped her. I even offered to adopt him myself,saving Justus Sr. child support (which he pays just enough of, just often enough to retain the right to see their son every weekend).

Of course he said no, telling us that he was the father and that he wasn't going to give his parental rights up to some wimpy white man. As a result, everyone from our neighbors to my coworkers knew that Ellen has a son by a black man and that I'm just his stepfather.